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Spellcasting Combat Narration for D&D

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So I was gonna include this in my other article on narrating combat, but it proved far too lengthy, so I made this into part 2! 

Combat is easy to describe compared to narrating spell attacks. I ran into this problem last session when I was getting into detail telling the barbarian how they tore off an ogre’s head but then the druid just kept using Fire Bolt and I kept defaulting to “you shoot a bolt of fire at his face.” I’m going to try and vary things up with these lists and help everyone else in the process! I am organizing them by energy type.

Mode of Attack

Half of a spell’s attack is how the caster shapes their spell. The same spell can look very different with every casting if you have a creative DM. Feel free to switch it up each time it’s cast, or vary the same spell when cast by different characters of different classes.

Attack Words

Generic shapes and terms that will launch from the caster’s hand.

Helix, Spiral, Beam, Erratic, Mote, Bolt, Stream, Blast, Burst, Blade, Arc, Miasma, Cloud, Eruption, Wave, Cone, Missile, Rune, Glyph

Class-Based Ideas

  • Bard
    • Energy manifests from thin air a foot in front of their instrument as they play
    • Energy is shaped like ribbons of written music that ripples towards enemies
    • Several tiny motes of energy appear with each note sung or played. Each point of damage comes from a mote hitting the opponent (rolls a 4 out of a d6, 4 of the 6 note-motes hit)
  • Cleric
    • Energy falls from the sky or emerges from the ground as the cleric prays
    • Beam of energy originates from holy symbol
    • Spell attack should highlight that the cleric is granted their powers from a greater power, don’t have the energy come from their hand/finger. Have the energy come TO them, and then be thrown at the enemy.
  • Druid
    • Energy is shaped like an animal.
    • Energy rushes forth from the surrounding wilderness and zooms past the druid and toward the foe.
    • Much like Cleric, energy shouldn’t come from the caster. It should come from elsewhere before being thrown at the enemy.
  • Fighter (Eldritch Knight)
    • Energy blasts from their bound weapon pointed at the enemy.
    • Energy fires from their mouth as they yell.
    • Energy surrounds their weapon and is used in tandem with it (if close enough)
  • Monk (Way of Four Elements)
    • Literally just watch Avatar: the Last Airbender and do that.
  • Paladin
    • Most Paladin spells are smite-based, so they usually happen when an attack hits. Otherwise, let the energy come from a higher power like the Cleric.
    • Energy bursts forth from within the creature hit
    • Energy surrounds weapon right as the strike lands
    • Energy falls from the sky or erupts from the ground
  • Ranger
    • Honestly, most Ranger spells often seem a lot like man-made traps like Cordon of Arrows (arrow traps), Fog Cloud (smoke grenade), or Grasping Vine (slipknot trap). But otherwise, Play it like the Cleric where the energy comes from a higher power.
    • Energy takes the form of the Ranger’s animal companion or an animal they associate with.
    • Spells seem to cast automatically whenever the Ranger is in a tight spot, almost as if nature itself is protecting them. The Ranger gives an approving nod whenever this happens in thanks.
  • Rogue (Arcane Trickster)
    • Energy is always accompanied by a shimmer of glitter
    • The Rogue plays with the energy over their fingertips as they whistle before casting the spell.
    • Energy enchants one of the Rogue’s daggers and casts the spell by tossing the dagger at the intended location or target.
  • Sorcerer (Draconic Bloodline)
    • Energy takes the shape of a dragon of your bloodline.
    • Energy surges forth from your breath
    • All energy takes the shape of your bloodline dragon’s energy type, regardless of the actual energy type. For instance, a sorcerer of a blue dragon’s bloodline that casts Burning Hands or Cone of Cold keeps the energy type but shapes the fire and cold damage into the form of a bolt of lightning. 
  • Sorcerer (Wild Magic) 
    • Energy takes on many random forms, never under the full command of the Sorcerer.
    • Energy erupts from random places in the environment when the Sorcerer calls upon them.
    • Energy bubbles and fizzes with all energy types (but mostly the one called upon), as if a piece of Limbo was thrown at the enemy.
  • Warlock (Archfey)
    • Your energy shimmers with iridescent colors and showers enemies with sparks of glitter.
  • Warlock (Great Old One)
    • Your magic corrupts and twists the flesh of the target of your spell, regardless of the energy type.
  • Warlock (Fiend)
    • Energy takes the shape of the unholy symbol of your patron.
  • Wizard (Abjuration)
    • Energy shoots forth from your magical wards, arcing towards your enemies.
  • Wizard (Conjuration)
    • You conjure a short-lived elemental of the energy type you need. It soars at the enemy.
  • Wizard (Divination)
    • You weave the glowing threads of fate in the palms of your hands, tweaking reality to cast your spell.
  • Wizard (Enchantment)
    • You enchant an object to exude the energy and toss it at the enemy.
  • Wizard (Evocation)
    • I mean, you just sorta blast them. That’s what this school’s about.
  • Wizard (Illusion)
    • Your spell usually spawns two or three illusory copies. When the attack misses, the enemy simply managed to dodge the right duplicate.
  • Wizard (Necromancy)
    • Your energy takes the shape of a skull screaming as it flies toward the enemy
  • Wizard (Transmutation)
    • You transmute the energy out of the surrounding environment and fire it at the enemy


So if half of a spell’s attack is the shape and travel of the spell, the other half is when the spell hits. I organized this list by energy type, as different energies will do different sorts of things when they hit a creature. This is mostly a collection of interesting effects, colorful language, and examples.


  • Your bolt of fire singes their armor (burning cloth, blackening leather, discoloring metal)
  • A tiny bead of fire explodes on contact
  • Showers them with red sparks
  • Your attack leaves behind a billowing trail of smoke
  • A fast-travelling meteor of flame soars from the sky towards the enemy.
  • Your flames leave blisters and cracked skin in its wake.
  • Your fire blackens the enemy’s flesh


  • You freeze the moisture in the air into icy daggers that fall onto your enemy
  • You freeze the water in their blood to damage them
  • Their skin turns blue and numb
  • You literally hurl a snowball at them.
  • Your spell leaves them covered in a layer of frost
  • A buildup of ice covers where your spell hit. (it’s easily shattered once they move, though)
  • A blast of icy wind and rain leaves them shivering.


  • A crack of thunder pummels your foe
  • A high-pitched, deafening shriek focuses itself on the target
  • A thin trail of blood races from the foe’s ears from a sound no one else can hear
  • The enemy falls to their knees cupping their hands over their ears, gritting their teeth
  • You buffet the target with waves of thunderous sound
  • The ground shakes with the force of your spell. Brittle glass objects nearby shatter.


  • Lightning comes from the sky to smite your foe
  • You all smell the faint odor of ozone before a bright bolt of lightning streaks toward the target of your spell
  • Before your enemy can blink they are showered in electrical sparks followed by crippling pain
  • The enemy’s back stiffens as the powerful current of lightning surges through them
  • Your attack leaves a permanent web of lightning shaped burns all over one side of their body
  • Your blast of lightning causes their skin to rupture as it travels through their body


  • Your acid sizzles as it burns a new, unnatural color into their skin
  • The attack melts their flesh, leaving them permanently disfigured at the site of the spell
  • Your spell’s acid causes blue fire to burn where it hit their skin, and bleaches their armor and belongings
  • A rancid smell fills the foe’s nostrils as the acid bubbles on their bare skin, burning through the simple cloth of their shirt.


  • You spew a poisonous cloud from your mouth at your opponent
  • A spectral viper or insect is flung at the opponent, biting them and filling them with magical venom
  • Your index and middle finger each grow a poisonous fang which you sink into your opponent’s arm (melee range spell attacks only)
  • The enemy’s mouth fills with a foul tasting liquid which forces its way down their throat


  • Your target’s flesh bubbles and boils as a black ichor sputters from the spell’s origin
  • The foe’s flesh festers with magical disease as boils and wounds quickly cover the affected area
  • A skeletal hand wriggles free from beneath the earth, flying towards the target
  • An incorporeal undead shrieks as it flies from your finger toward the enemy to deliver the spell’s effect
  • Black energy swirls around your arm before launching towards the enemy as if it had a life of its own
  • Your iridescent blue magic enters the target’s body and afflicts their soul, making them momentarily dazed as their eyes glaze over.


  • A holy light shines from the skies to harm your target, regardless of time of day or obstructions
  • A halo of radiant energy surrounds your head and blinds the target as they gaze upon it
  • Enemies that aren’t of your alignment hear the whispers of your deity moments before being enveloped in a blinding white light
  • The foe’s eyes and mouth emit warm light and they howl in pain
  • A blade of radiant energy slashes through the victim, leaving a trail of blinking motes of light in its wake
  • The enemy’s skin blisters from the raw positive energy surging through them

So essentially this whole post was a creative writing assignment for myself, but I hope that it gives you guys new creative ideas for new spells or new ways to describe existing spells! They don’t much affect the mechanics of the spell at all, so most DMs I suspect will be fine with most of these descriptions if you want your character to cast spells a certain way.


You were able to reach within everybody’s souls with every song you write and every melody you create. And although you have a way with words that makes it seem like every song you write is a story that everyone has personally been through even if they haven’t., the creative combination of notes and elements you create even without the words is enough to make a person emotional and I think that’s why I truly believe that you’re meant to be where you are right now.  But you know what makes people—your members, your colleagues, your fans and even non-fans—regard you with respect shining in their eyes? It’s the blatant truth you say, the unfiltered thoughts that slip past your lips, and even the reality in jokes you spout.. It’s quite endearing and refreshing to see someone like you—an idol. a celebrity—so, so relatable that unknowingly, in a way, you blur the line between you and us, your fans. Honestly, I could go on and on and on that I’d even rap on the spot about how precious you are to me and to everyone else. *clears throat and bobs head to the imaginary beat* Uhuh. Yeah. Okay. Let’s go. This is a rap. I am rapping now.  About Min Yoongi. And his gummy smile. And his—OKAYYYYY I think that was enough. But just know that I’d do it….. lol. 

Never stop showing the same burning passion you have for music (and your dream to become a rock) because that’s how you’ve inspired people in different parts of the world. Never stop letting people believe to keep dreaming and dreaming and dreaming. Never stop saying the truth as it is. And I hope you continue to share parts of yourself in every music you create. Suga. Agust D. Min Yoongi. Min Yoonji. I love you so much. You deserve the world and nothing lesser than the world. The universe even. Happy Birthday, my grumps! #HappySugaDay

Pictures on the wall - Bucky x Reader - Oneshot

Heyo, my potatoes! ♥ I missed writing Bucky fanfictions. This fluffy happy feeling writing them is just lovely and a good distraction from everything else. I still got a lot of ideas to write and also requests to write which I try to write soon. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! ♥

Summary - With your polaroid camera you took many pictures already and hung them up your bedroom wall. Bucky coming to your room with a problem with his phone, seems to be quite interested in your pictures.

Words - 1,340

Warnings - FLUFF! *o*

Originally posted by seabasschino

“Hey, Y/N”, Bucky knocks on your door.

“Come in.”

You pause writing the report for Steve about the last mission and turn down the music a bit, so it’s still audible, but not to loud for a conversation. You look over to Bucky who comes into your room with his phone in his hand and a clueless face.

“What’s up, Buck?”

“I’ve got a problem with the phone again”, he admits, scratching the nap of his neck. You shake your head with a smile, put the laptop on your nightstand to move over to the edge of your bed.

“Come here”, you order Bucky, tapping the bed next to you for him to sit down.

“Why do you always come to me with these things actually?”, you ask, taking the phone and looking at it, trying to figure out the problem. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. can help you with these things, too.” “Yeah, I don’t know. I think you explain it easier”, Bucky laughs slightly embarrassed that he still has problems with today’s electronics.

“So what’s your problem?”

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how bts kisses you ☆

lovingly. wherever you look, there is not a place where you can’t feel him behind you. he takes your hand and twirls you, admiring you, so focused and in love with all the pieces that made you whole. he’s not shy - he’s unapologetic and kind, prompting you to never change a thing and always showing the world how much you mean to him. you gave him the greatest confidence, and in return he gave you a honest warmth where you could rest your tired mind and lie your heart in. safe and sound, next to him, wherever you’d go. 
“I don’t want you to leave my side.”

 ↳ slowly. cupping your face with both hands, gently bringing you closer to him.
his thumb moves to caress your cheek after, not wanting to let go just yet. his eyes are widened in slight disbelief at the sight of you - raw and real and there, just for him. but there is a sincere smile blooming on his lips, and it shines more than ever - he knows it is the reflection of yours, which brings that light to him and comforts him like nothing ever could.
“You never fail to make me happy.”

selflessly. his presence, his movements, his smile, they are all glowing with adoration for you, for what you’ve built together. forever so attentive and caring towards your every word, never rushing - he is so grateful. not once you had any doubts, and you’re reminded each time you find yourself in his embrace, as he intertwines your fingers with his and holds on tightly. your pace is his pace, your heart is his and so his is yours.
“I’ll always be here.”

reverently. none of his movements emphasise anything but the utmost respect for you, wanting to shower you with his affection, his love and everything else your heart desires. his smile is not easy to maintain - the energy that could fill a thousand suns can drop a second after arriving, and to recover he doesn’t want to listen - he wants to feel. he takes your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing each of your fingertips, marvelling at how you gave him so much strength merely by being there, by being you.
“Thank you for making me go on.”

↳  passionately. your lips make a path down to his collarbones, his stomach, his thighs, and soften all of his edges. perfect, perfect, perfect - it races in your mind all at once, and you try to express it through every inch of your being, as words could never be enough. he lifts your chin and threads his fingers through your hair and you can feel his quivering breath, his doubts. you try to silence them and lie your head in the crook of his neck, going beyond all in, all for his happiness, and he closes his eyes, feeling them water. God, how he loves you.
“I can’t believe you chose me.”

spontaneously. at the end and beginning of the day, it’s just the both of you, strolling together and chasing the sunrise. he sighs, longing for the place the light arises from, and he knows where to find it. he comes up behind you and laces his arms around your waist, bringing you close and lying his head on top of yours, his kisses covering you whole. you laugh softly, and he’s watching you like you are his entire world, yet just by hearing his tender heartbeat you feel like the universe is at your fingertips.
“Don’t you know how radiant you are?”

↳  fervently. he clutches onto you, shaking and breathes you in. there’s too little time, so he savours each second for as long as he can - he’d never take something as precious as the moments with you for granted. a shiver goes down your spine, and warmth spreads through you as soon as you meet his gaze. you’re not sure if you’ve ever known what love was, but looking at his eyes, shining with emotions clashing against each other all at once, intense and soalive, soul and body, there was no mistake highlighting its true meaning.
“I’m scared of how much you mean to me.”

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Thief (Harry Hook x reader) (Part 1)

HeroesOfOlympus: Heyyy y’all! This idea came to me when I was rambling about how anything can become a fanfic and I came across a fence. And I just thought about a character being a thief and all. You’ll get what I mean in the description. {@rikapika14 Thanks for encouraging me to write this!!}

Description: Harry had robbed your ‘house’ before, when you were younger. A few years later, you join Uma’s crew and remember Harry. You become friends and you start to steal from him from time to time. 

(Part 1) You find Harry stealing from your home and help him escape from your Father. Also, some bonding time with your dad pirate. [You can skip the last part, it’s just your ‘Father’ and you.]

Reader Gender: Female

Reader Villain Parent: Jack Sparrow 

Characters/Ships: Harry Hook x reader, Jack Sparrow

Rating: PG/PG13

Warnings: This is just some background story before I start the whole thing. You can skip this but the whole story will make more sense if you read about how the reader helped Harry. What else? Uh… Reader slightly enjoys pain and Harry kind of tastes some blood? Basically, the beginnings of how Harry and reader became ‘crazy’.

5 years ago

The silver moon in the sky was the only thing that provided light for the citizens of the Isle of the Lost. On the Isle, nobody turned on their flickering yellow lights at night, in fear of attracting the devilish spawns of the villains, or even worse, the villains themselves.

Auradon had the comfort of keeping their lights on as long as they wanted, and as if that wasn’t enough privilege for them, they had been fortunate enough to have stars casting over their island. 

Peering through the shattered glass that acted as a window, you scoffed at the sight of Auradon and felt rage that definitely shouldn’t be felt by a twelve year old. The red, hot, boiling anger filled you to the brim and before you knew it, you had smashed your fist through the slightly broken window.

Crimson blood trickled down your knuckles, dripping over the grooves of your fists and splattering onto the creaky floorboards you were currently standing on. Relishing in the pain, you grabbed the edge of the large shard of glass that was protruding out of your hand, tugging it forcefully and sighing as you felt a sharp pain shoot up your arm the moment the glass left your hand.

Suddenly, your door was flung open and the silhouette of a male stood in your doorway. The male didn’t seem to have seen you as he approached the window, a makeshift bag that was created out of a large piece of cloth secured safely on his back.

As he made his way towards the shattered glass, he unknowingly came into the light. Moonlight soon reflected onto his face, exposing his true identity and a hint of what he was carrying in the bag. A shimmer of gold peeked out from the cloth and you immediately recognised it as one of your Father’s last stolen gold chalices.

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Angels (M) (AU)

Originally posted by hanwooz

Summary: You’re sitting on Angel!Jeonghan’s face..

A/n: I am abso-fucking-lutely very bad at summaries so I’m not even going to try to fuck with that. So, I forgot where I got the fucking prompt because it was sitting there half written (Like  A LOT of OtHEr ShIT) in my drafts on Tumblr and my actual writing thingy. If you know where, please tell Mee.

You couldn’t help but stare above you. The gushing light settling beside the shadows on his laughing silhouette had kept you from doing anything else but.

Blonde ruffles airy and full underneath the glow of the window as he asks how your day was and affirmations to confirm that your existence was needed.

However, though bright wings had swam in the air behind him, suspended against the curve of his back, the straight up pureness of himself was brutally shattered.

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Time •Part 6• (Steve Trevor x Reader)

“Steve,” Diana sighed as she entered your old room at the apartment you had shared with Steve throughout the time you had been with him during the war. “You can’t stay in here all the time, it’s not healthy.”

“There’s a lot of things that aren’t healthy, Diana,” Steve replied in a blank voice. He was standing in front of your closet, appearing deep in thought as he looked at your belongings.

“This is one of them,” Diana stated, crossing her arms as she moved to stand beside him. “What is it that you are looking at?”

“She needs a new jacket,” he mumbled quietly as he turned away from the closet, his eyes slamming shut as the world around him became fuzzy. “There’s a tear on the arm and one of the buttons came off and it’s getting cold out and-”

“Steve,” Diana cut him off, placing a hand on his arm. He shrugged it off, stumbling over to the window as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“It’s getting cold out, Diana,” he breathed out shakily. “She needs a new jacket.”

“Okay,” she whispered, watching as he struggled to keep upright. “We’ll go out and get a new jacket.”


She walked in on him having moments like that more often than not. In his mind, you were still there with him or you had gone to the store to grab something while he waited. He waited and waited until night, beginning to worry that you were in danger. Diana had never known that seeing him in such a state could make her feel so useless and full of guilt.

“We have to find her!” He exclaimed worriedly, pulling on his coat as he began to gather a few things. Diana looked up from her place on the couch in the living room, setting her book aside as she sat up straight.

“Who?” She questioned, although she knew exactly who he was talking about.

“Y/N!” He answered her with a huff as he tugged on one of his shoes. His blue eyes were clouded with exhaustion and worry as he looked over at her.

“Steve, stop,” she ordered in a tired voice. She stood up from her spot and walked over to where he was putting on his other shoe.

“No, she’s out there and she left her jacket,” he began, eyes darting to the jacket they had bought you at his request. “She has to be close, she doesn’t like the dark-”

“Go sit down,” Diana urged him, cupping his face in her hands to prevent him from looking away. If he could just focus on something, maybe then he would calm down; at least that was what she told herself.

“I can’t,” he protested. “Y/N is waiting-”

“Y/N is dead, Steve!” She snapped, immediately filling with guilt as she realized the harsh nature of her words. Steve let out a deep breath, stumbling backwards until he reached a chair. It was as if she had sucker punched him, causing him to clench at the material over his stomach and attempt to catch his breath. He began to slowly take off his shoes and coat, his eyes glazed as he stared at the wall.

“I’m sorry,” he sniffled quietly after a while. Diana watched him carefully, confusion washing over her along with a mix of other emotions.

“For what?”

“For being like this,” he blurted out, gesturing to his body. “I know that… I know that she isn’t coming back, but there’s a part of me that…”

“That expects her to walk through the door,” Diana finished for him. He nodded stiffly, running a hand over his face as he began to cry.

“I know it’s stupid,” he said through his sobs. “But she was my person. I can’t… I don’t know how to live without her.”

“It’s not stupid,” Diana reassured him as her own eyes filled with tears. She knew that he felt awful for not getting to the plane before you, and she felt awful for being the reason you had the opportunity. But if it had been her decision, neither of you would have gone to the plane; she would have stopped it instead.

“I’m going insane, Diana,” he confessed. “I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”

“Don’t say that. You still have people who love you, Steve. Charlie, Sammy, Chief, Etta; all of these wonderful people.”

“They all loved Y/N, too.”

It wasn’t until a few nights later that the nightmares got so bad that he woke her up with his screams. Her heart had nearly stopped when she first heard him cry out. Her sword was in her hands instantly as she raced to his room only to find him thrashing around in the bed.

“Don’t!” He screamed, legs kicking as he rolled from side to side. “It’s supposed to be me! Stop! Y/N, don’t!”

He shot up in the bed as a loud cry burst from his lips. Diana set her sword down beside the dresser before sitting on the bed in front of Steve. She whispered calming words to him as he collapsed into her arms, the guilt overwhelming him to the point of such a massive breakdown.

“You need to slow your breathing,” Diana whispered as she ran her fingers through his hair. It was an action that she had watched you do to him many times when it seemed that he was becoming too stressed. She would watch as a small smile would form on his face before he grabbed ahold of one of your hands, pulling it to his mouth in order to place a tender kiss against your palm. She would find herself wishing to find a love as pure as the one between you and Steve.

“Y-Y/N used to do that,” Steve stammered out, referring to her fingers delicately moving through his hair. His body trembled as he lay in her arms, his head resting on top of her legs.

“I’ll stop if you want me to,” she told him quietly.

“No, it’s fine,” he began, inhaling sharply. “It’s almost like… if I close my eyes it’s almost as if she’s here.”

“Steve, you should go back to sleep,” she scolded him lightly. She didn’t know how to respond to his words and decided to simply allow him to envision you being back for only a few minutes.


He had been doing better as the months passed, the nightmare becoming less frequent. He was capable of going through a few days without having a relapse into thinking that you were coming back, and those few days stretched into a week or two.

Diana and the others were there for him every step of the way. Etta would visit frequently, bringing along baked goods, and in response to Steve’s requests, bottles of your perfume or something else that reminded him of you. Chief would always make sure that the apartment was stocked with what Steve and Diana could ever need. Charlie always brought Steve the best liquor he could find, claiming that whiskey and brandy were the best medicine. Sammy would always bring a smile to Steve’s face with his crazy stories and jokes.

Everything was going better than Diana had hoped… and then the one year anniversary of your death approached.

He started getting bad again about a month before the anniversary. Three dinner plates would be set out in the evening instead of just two. Three cups of tea or coffee made, one just the way you liked it. She began to hear him having conversations with you at night through the thin walls of the apartment. At first, she didn’t think much of it, assuming that he was just saying that he wished you were there and that he missed you; Etta told her that it was fine if he did that, it just meant that he was accepting that you were gone.

But then she heard him having full conversations with you. It worried her to no end that he was falling back into his old habits. She decided to let him be, however, believing that it did him no harm to just sit in his room and talk.

It was when he started to become more distant and quiet than usual that she became hesitant to leave him alone. She would find him sitting at the dining room table, staring at the wall as he hummed one of your favorite songs.

Diana refused to leave him alone for more than an hour as the anniversary of your death came even closer. He had started to eat less and less until he barely had anything at all. His eyes seemed to be sunken into his face, rimmed with dark circles that made him look like a corpse. His room had become his sanctuary, and he refused to leave.

Diana was at a loss when it came to finding ways to helping him, so she decided to reach out for help. Etta had arranged a lunch for the two of them and an old friend that was a respectable psychologist. Diana desperately hoped that the psychologist would be able to help Steve in ways that she couldn’t.

“Steve?” Diana called out from outside his closed door. She heard him move around the room before shuffling to the door and opening it. His blue eyes were dull and seemingly lifeless. “I’m going out with Etta for an hour, do you need anything?”

“I’m fine,” he said in a tight voice. “Have fun, alright? I know that you don’t get out much anymore.”

She wasn’t sure how to respond, so she nodded once and gave him a soft smile before turning away. Looking back, she wished that she had told him how much he had impacted her life for the better. There was so much she would have done differently, but she walked away.

The scene awaiting her arrival back home was one she would never forget. Your bedroom door that had been shut since month eight was open, and Steve was no where to be found. Diana heard a record, your favorite one, playing from your room, so she assumed that he was up there going through your things for the first time in a long time.

His body was the first thing she saw. He was laying on his side, facing away from the door when she entered the room. It appeared as if he was simply sleeping, but he seemed to be too still.

“Steve?” Diana called out nervously as she entered the room. When she knelt down in front of him, her heart dropped. His normally shining blue eyes were dull and open, his face sickeningly pale. She knew that he was gone, and she felt as if her soul was being torn apart. Your death had been bad enough, but losing Steve made life seem impossible.

There was a bottle of empty pills on your desk beside a picture of you and Steve from a few years before. The note he had left didn’t say that he was sorry. It didn’t say that he was going to miss any of his dear friends. Instead, it was just one word. Not just any word, however, for it was a name.


Even as she stared at the pictures of you and Steve many years later, her soul still felt the same. Her dear friends that had loved each other so deeply and passionately were torn apart due to the war and their love.

When Diana finally told Bruce the story of how she came to be, of who the couple in the picture was, she felt a weight lift off her shoulders. A weight that had been there for a hundred years.

“Her love was so strong that she sacrificed herself for him,” Bruce concluded at the end of Diana’s story. She nodded and looked at the picture with distant eyes. “Did you ever think he was selfish for killing himself at the end? For throwing away what she gave him?”

“Not at all,” Diana said with a sad smile. “She was a warrior and he was a dreamer. She was the brain and the brawn and he was the heart. When she decided to use her strength to give him a life, she didn’t think about the damage she did to him. I was… I was surprised he made it so long. He was shattered when she died and broke even more with each day that passed.”

“Do you think that they’re together now?”

“I like to believe that death could never keep true love apart, especially the love between Steve and Y/N.”

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tskazane  asked:

omg i just read your heart disease prompt and i am devastated so I wanna request another angsty prompt where MC has terminal illness and on her last day, Jumin sneaked her out to the chapel and they exchange rings and wedding vows. ((MC passes away when they kiss)) i hope you have a good day cause im gonna go cry in the corner now. thnak you i love you

I’m actually going to cry I was so close to finishing this and I was working on it for hours and it crASHED my crops are dying my family is starving

I’ll still do the request, however, It might not be as good as the original and I’m soo sorry!!!! I love you too though hun!! Have a fantastic day and enjoy <3


You were sick.

Doctors hadn’t a clue of what it was, theories and ideas springing up with each new specialist entering your life.

But nothing that truly answered your question.

Perhaps because they couldn’t bare to tell you so.

And perhaps, Jumin knew that.

Each time they’d spring up another possibility the worry would sink deeper into his gaze, his arm coiling about you as though as long as that hand remained so did you.

Yet nonetheless, you two were just as inseparable as you always had been, whenever one went, the other followed. 

You had once spoken of a wedding, reciting vows to one another late in the night, snickering and laughing embarrassedly as you changed and edited the words.

Jumin however, became more so frustrated than anything.

“It’s not enough,” He muttered, erasing away at the scribbles on the paper, huffing as he ran his fingers through his hair. 

“What’s not enough?” You asked, leaning over him, a gentle palm resting on his back. “What’re you talking about?”

“This,” He pointed to the paper. “It’s not enough! it doesn’t say enough!”

“What does it not say enough of?”

“It doesn’t say how much I love you not truly,” He huffed. “I know it can’t be put into words b-but I would hope it could at least capture a fraction of it!” 

That had amazed you.

Even as you began to wither away, confined to a bed with brittle bones, and a heavy chest he seemed to only adore you more and more with each passing day.

He would simply be getting ready in the morning, setting up his tie when he’d look at you.

And as though seeing a flower bloom for the first time, he’d smile.

“Darling, is it just me or are you getting more beautiful every day?” He sighed approaching you as you sat up, pressing a kiss to his nose.

“I think it’s just you.”

“I don’t agree.” He cooed. “Not in the slightest.”

He moved his workspace to the bedroom to be with you, sharing amusing tales of his first days with you, unable to hide his delight as you’d erupt into laughter, only having to stop when your throat grew hoarse.

And during the nights when your fears would take over, he’d hold you close to him, fingers weaving through your hair calmly as he spoke to you.

“It’ll be okay dear,” He hummed, looking to you with that same familiar, kind glint others didn’t see. “It’ll be okay I promise. This will pass.” 

It didn’t.

Your once merely heavy breaths were weighed down by cinder blocks now, your voice hardly ever breaking above a whisper, risking a fire igniting in your throat.

Your limbs were flimsy and thin like sticks by this point, more fragile than a leaf, the slightest pressure threatened to leave you in shambles.

But somehow, Jumin found a way to light up your world.

He had a habit of doing that. 

He came home from work, as usual, twisting around to the bed, eyes wide with anticipation as he spoke, ribboning his hand with yours.

“Love, can you stand?” 

“Can I…what…?” You rasped, looking up confusedly. 

“Please, can you stand?”

“Maybe…” You sat up, feeling your muscles heave at the sudden movement.

Jumin instantly came to your aide, grabbing onto your arm, helping you as you rose, tightening his hold as you staggered forward, landing on him.

“It’s okay dear, I’ve got you,” He assured you, a peculiar excitement budding in him. “Come on, let’s go.” 

He led you down the steps, carrying you to Driver Kim’s car, setting you down beside him. 

Driver Kim gave you a polite dip of his head, greeting you fondly as an old friend would.

“Where…where are we going?” You questioned, peering forward, crinkling your nose. 

“It’s a surprise.” 

“A surprise…? Why?”

“I think it’s a bit more special this way.” 

You had continued to ask him questions here and there, Jumin clearly humored by your attempts yet not speaking a word.

Yet the answer had soon been revealed as you arrived.

A chapel.

Your eyes had widened like saucers at the sight of it, your jaw dropping. 

“J-Jumin I…” You let out a deep breath, in disbelief. “I didn’t even get to finish my vows.” 

“I know I spoke of having a grand and enormous wedding for you to show how precious you are to me but I…” He took your hands in his own, squeezing them tenderly. “I can’t help but think that as much as I’d like to think, we may not have all the time in the world, and all I want to do is to love you, to be with you.”

He laughed sheepishly, a hint of shininess in his eyes.

“I want to marry you.” 

He let out a deep breath, pure happiness in his voice.

“So MC, will you marry me?”

He had proposed before.

It had been late in the night, lights decorating the world around you as he knelt down, sincerity laced in his words, even through his flustered features.

Now the lights were dim and few, but the emotion was still just as prominent on him.

And just as then, your heart soared.

“Yes! Yes, of course, I will!” 

He chuckled, still in awe, kissing your knuckles before ushering you out, keeping you close as you stepped inside.

At the very end of the walkway, a priest stood, giving a small wave to Jumin.

“Hello Mr. Han, I assume this is your fiance?” 

“It is, MC, meet Mr. Cho, he’s going to marry us.” He explained. “I spoke with him last night.” 

“It’s an honor to meet you,” He greeted. “From what I’ve heard from Jumin, I think it’s clear to see how well of a match you both are.” 

“Thank you.” 

You followed along just before Mr. Cho, Jumin commenting on little things here and there to make you giggle.

It worked.

Simply just hearing him speak left you happy somehow.

He had a habit of doing that.

Even as Mr. Cho began, you never once pried your sight away from Jumin, the two of you seeming brighter than the very sun.

Yet your body began to crumble.

“A marriage is not measured by it’s size or its cost, but by the two who are wed. If their words are said in earnest and if their love for one another is true are what truly matters. Knowing that the care behind the promises will not fade with time, and that the hopes and dreams of one become the hopes and dreams of the other. Marriage is when two hearts become one, and when two souls become one as well, each supporting the other through this life and the next.” 

He glanced to Jumin, grinning.

“And I think it’s clear that your hearts became one, long ago.” 

Jumin stifled a laugh, his eyes glimmering with a shine that wasn’t sad but overwhelmed with delight unlike any other. 

You hadn’t even realized you were crying.

But you were.

“Jumin, do you take MC to be your wife, your partner in life and your one true love? Will you cherish her friendship and love her today, tomorrow and forever? Will you trust and honor her, laugh with her and cry with her? Will you be faithful through good times and bad, in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?” 

He didn’t even hesitate, nodding. 

“I do.” 

Mr. Cho repeated the same to you, hints of his words blurring out in your head yet, all the same, connected, a warmth erupting in your chest. 

The rings were revealed, simple engravings with words lined on the inside.

‘My heart travels with yours’

“With these rings, you intertwine your lives as a symbol of the connection between your souls, when you look at these rings I hope you are not only reminded of this day but of each day that was brightened beside each other,” Mr. Cho, softened. “You may recite your vows.” 

Jumin placed the ring on your shaking finger, steadying in his palm, only focused on him as he spoke. 

“I vow to show you each and every day how you have changed my life in a way I could have never imagined. I know it can never truly add up to what you have done for me but I will spend each moment here on this earth to support you and to have you know that you are the absolute most precious thing in my life,” He chuckled. “As much as Elizabeth 3rd might be jealous. Nothing can compare to you.” 

And he began to cry.

It was silent, but the tears slipped from his eyes.

A bit of him must have known, your legs hardly able to keep yourself up, the world around you beginning to meld into one, the thumping and pumping of blood throughout your veins banging in your mind.

Yet as you placed on his ring, the words spilled out without effort. 

“I vow to do whatever I can each and every day to make those rough days a little better, to make you smile, and laugh, to let you rest and feel human, even if only for a while. I vow to shower you with adoration, even if it is only a fraction in comparison to what you’ve given me. I vow, to make you happy.” 

“Then, it is with great honor, that I pronounce you husband in wife,” He sighed, lightly. “You may now kiss the bride.”

Whatever little strength you had, evaporated as you stepped forward, Jumin’s arms wrapping around you, a hand cupping your cheek, wiping away a few of the tears.

And as if he knew, he whispered those familiar words to you one last time.

“I love you so much.” 

And as he sealed the space between you, you were barely able to respond before your last bits of life were snatched away.

A bit of you was glad you didn’t witness the aftermath, the realization quickly setting in, as he would let out a sob, rocking you in his arms, begging to you beneath his breath for you to come back.

You would’ve if you were able.

You would’ve never left in the first place.

Despite this, all of you was glad you left as you did.

With the common words, you said to one another every day.

“I love you too.” 

A Gem in a Wolf’s Heart: Pt 4

Originally posted by exist-in-mind

Robb Stark and Lady Stark survive the Red Wedding. Talisa/Jeyne died and Robb gets his sisters back, there is a new and better King in Kings landing. The North is independent and the Starks killed everyone that betrayed them. Now you are the gem of the North, your father a great general that promised Catelyn Stark to marry you to Robb Stark so he is to remain King in the North.

Part Two Part Three  Part Five 

(Y/N)= Your Name

(Y/L/N)= Your Last Name

Warning: None

You looked at yourself one last time before turning around to look at Sansa. “So, what do you think?” you said, sighing. 

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BTS Reacting to you telling them “I love you” for the first time. (Requested)

Min Yoongi would be startled that you were the one that said “I love you” first, with him usually being the pursuer in ways such as this, but beyond joyful that you did. His usually cold exterior would melt away, as his sweet smile would take over his face completely and without shame. Yoongi’s hand would grip softly behind your neck, and he would pull you in close to his face, his breath warm against your now teary eyed face, and say “I love you too, Y/N,” before gently kissing you.

Jung Hoseok’s emotions would rise straight to the surface as he heard you mutter those three words for the first time. His tears of pure happiness would stream slowly down his face, and he would bring you close to him in an embrace against him, his breath shaky in your ear. All of a sudden, you would be able to feel Hoseok’s smile against your cheek before he whispered in your ear, “I love you so much, it hurts.”

Park Jimin’s squinty eyed, child-like grin would overcome him, as his cheeks turned a rosy shade of pink. One of his ringed hands would gently stroke your cheek, while the other would grip one of your hands and squeeze. Jimin would gaze sweetly, yet sensually, into your eyes, a passion burning differently there than you had seen before. “Y/N, I was planning on telling you so soon, and under the light of the stars, something romantic just for you, but this was much more perfect and spontaneous. I love you, too, Y/N,.”

Jeon Jungkook would blush with a new extreme that even you had never seen before, his eyes wide and in sudden shock and awe. “Are you sure, Y/N?” He would ask cautiously, as if you might be trying to play a joke on him. “Of course! I would never say that to you if I didn’t mean it..” Your eyes would look down at your feet, as you, just for a second, would regret telling him, Jungkook’s reaction setting your heart aflame with sadness. Before you could step away, he would briskly walk into your space, engulfing your mouth with his, the tenaciousness and fire in his lips burning into you. Jungkook would suddenly pull away, burning his eyes’ gaze into yours. “I’ve never truly loved anyone, until you. Thank you for loving me, Y/N.”

Kim Seokjin would grin so sweetly, even with his upbeat and bubbly personality, the sincere kindness of his genuinely loving smile took you by surprise. His lips would gracefully graze your forehead, and you would feel a gentle tickle of a tear soaking into your brow from his chin. Sniffling, Jin would look directly at you, as if into your soul, pulling one hand through your hair, and the other gripping your shoulder. “I would make a pun about the love that I feel for you, but it isn’t a joking matter.”

Kim Taehyung would almost be as in shock as Jungkook, but that would quickly drown in an ocean of blissful adoration for you. His boxy smile would shine, as tears filled the backs of his eyes, biting his lip gently to keep back any sobs that might emerge from him. Tae would step towards you and brush the hair away from your face, burying you in kisses on your cheeks, nose, and forehead, before placing his lips on yours, his smile still spread on him as he kissed you. Taehyung would stray his lips from yours, but still close enough to be within reach, the air from his lungs filling your face with warmth. “You’re too perfect, Y/N. I love you with all of my heart.”

Kim Namjoon would have the most surprising reaction of all. He usually had it so well together, so much confidence. Once you told him you loved him for the first time, his strength to keep it together would falter, and he would crumble into you, his emotions spilling from his face. A hurtfully sorrowed joy would spread through him, as he cried, grasping around your waist, and pressing you against his chest. Namjoon would pull away after a long embrace with you, wiping the tears from his face with his sleeve, chuckling softly with sweet love in his eyes. “I never thought I would ever feel this way about someone, Y/N. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. I love you with every fiber of my being.“ 

By heyexcusemeee

Gifs are not mine.

Forgive Me

Originally posted by castiel-rising

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean x friend!Reader, Cas
Word count: 1,307
Warnings: Angst, death, swearing
A/N: Based on this prompt

Sitting at the simple tombstone that you’d bought for your boyfriend just one year before, your fingers slowly traced his name. Samuel Winchester. It still felt like yesterday, it still ached like you saw the life fade from his eyes moments before, and you had a feeling it always would.

“Thought I’d find you out here.” Came the low voice of Dean. You didn’t even look up, nodding slightly. “I know it still hurts. I’m still so sorry.” He said softly as he crouched next to you.

Finally, you looked up at him, pain and anger shining in your eyes. “I had no choice, Dean.” You reminded him. “I did what you couldn’t.”

Getting up, you walked back towards the bunker, leaves crunching under your feet. It was weird being back. You’d left the bunker a couple months after Sam’s death. You couldn’t be around Dean, you couldn’t sleep in the bed that you’d once shared with Sam, and you couldn’t walk through the halls that reminded you that you would never hear his laughter again.

Dean watched you go for a minute before taking a deep breath and looking at his brother’s tombstone. He’d had a hunter’s funeral, but you insisted he deserved this, too. Dean gave in, and helped you pay for it, both of you agreeing this was the best spot for it.

His green eyes looked around, noticing every little detail. “She hates me, ya know.” He sighed. “I don’t blame her. Not one bit.” Swallowing, he couldn’t believe he was talking to his brother’s ‘grave’. “It’s my fault she had to do what she did, Sammy. I broke her.”

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Rogue (Lucifer x Reader)

Request: Lucifer and the reader are soul mates, she’s laying low until some rogue angels find her and want to harm her. Furious Lucifer ensues and fluffy ending.
Word count: 1728
Warnings: Blood and violence

Beta’d by the lovely @wayward-mirage

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Originally posted by totallysupernaturaloneshots

Lucifer hated humans, that was a known fact, but there was one human he could tolerate. His soul mate, (Y/N). He loved her beyond words and would do absolutely anything to keep her safe. Eventually that meant letting her go, at least for a while. He was being hunted by pretty much every angel in existence, and if they found out about (Y/N) they would surely use her to get to him. She was warded with the enochian symbols on her ribs, but it was still risky to have her anywhere close to him.

“I love you, Lucifer,” she said with tears in her eyes as she caressed his cheek.
“And I you, but this is for the safety of both of us.”
“I know, but that doesn’t make this easier.”
“I know,” Lucifer mumbled and pressed a tender kiss on (Y/N)’s soft lips, memorising every part of them. He ran one hand through her hair and hugged her tightly. “I love you,” he whispered again before letting her go. She turned around in time for him not to see the tears spill, and left him.

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from the beginning; donghan

it felt right to be friends, but what would it felt like to be more than that?

pairing: kim donghan | reader.

genre: fluff

warnings: use of alcohol.

words: 6.5K

author’s note: i have recently started watching produce 101 season 2, and as you can see, it has pretty much consumed me, lmao. so, because i have taken an interest in the show and already have faves, i decided why not start to write scenarios for them ?? i want to thank the donghan group chat i’m including in on twitter for reading this scenario and giving it such good feedback, it really boosted my confidence in writing and made me both smile and cry. i hope you all enjoy this scenario !! happy reading~

Originally posted by broduce101boyz

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It’s okay to hurt over him.
It’s okay to miss him sometimes, so long as you remember that he was your past and isn’t your future.

Remember the broken glass and the fiery words that left scars on your heart,
Remember the constant fear, and how it felt to shrink inside yourself.
Remember the painful nights, and the days where you thought you wouldn’t make it through.
Remember how it felt to lose yourself to breath life into his bones.

Be thankful for the good times, the love, the genuine happiness,
But, babygirl, don’t forget that he turned you into a shell of yourself.
Don’t forget that he wiped away your beautiful personality so that he could shine,
Please, don’t forget that he tied you down so that he could be free.

It’s okay to hurt over him, but remember how liberating it is to let him go.
Don’t forget how it feels to wake up without him crawling through your mind.
Bask in the freedom that losing him gave you.

Revel in your recovery; the light in your eyes has returned, the life in your laughter is back.

With him, you were skin and bones, hollow, just a wandering soul.
Without him?
You’re glowing.
You’re free.
You’re finding yourself, and you’re happy.

—  3.21.17
Really we had the perfect end,
That night we shared at the [guest] inn.
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Jungkook x Reader



A/N: Enjoy mateys!

Prologue / 1. / 2. / 3. / 4. / 5. / 6. /


Jungkook wasn’t one to get jealous. Well that’s what he always thought in his own head.

“Hyung!” The male yelled after Taehyung let a greasy pick up line spill out of his lips towards you. It was normal if someone like Jimin were to do it, but Tae really?

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Newt Scamander x Reader

He watched from the dark.

You did not know him. You were out of reach, for he was human and you were not. He had innocence and curiosity that was intrinsic to his explorer’s soul. He was kind and loyal, caring… Gentle.

You were none of those things.

You were anything but innocent.

You were hostile and vicious. Still, as his green eyes took your form, he could not help but long for your touch. He wondered how your skin would feel against his pale hands that had started to itch, begging for contact.

As his heart raced, the back of his mind censored his behavior. He knew better. He read about your kind profusely and still he let himself trapped. He tried, but he couldn’t look away. The pull was too strong.

You moved, your bare feet hovering an inch above the ground. You floated in harmony with all nature surrounding you. He thought you did not notice him and so he stood, hidden in the dark, watching as you got your frail white gown loose. It fell to your ankles and his eyes widened at he sight of the gloriousness of your naked body.

His palms sweated and inside his stomach, butterflies caused havoc. He kept silent, nervous.

He really hoped you didn’t notice him.

You moved slowly and your toes finally touched the cool water, making your nipples react. All of your exotic beauty reflected on the surface of the lake, but he missed the glint in your eyes.

He was far in the dark.

As he watched you bathe in the pure waters, alien thoughts began to race through his mind and it was as if he was not himself anymore. He was handsome. Strong. Brave. He was a pureblood. He was better than most. You would be impressed. You would fear him. You would love him.

With these foreign, dark thoughts clouding his mind, he began to strip his clothes. Your aura clouded his own and poisoned him with feelings and thoughts that did not belong to him at all… As for that moment, he was not Newt Scamander anymore.

He was simply yours to take.

His eyes never left your body; he was sure he would have you. He walked out of shadows towards you, under the pale moonlight. You gave no sign of acknowledging his presence.

He joined you in water and his hands were stable as he grabbed your hips and brought your body harshly to his own, something he would never do in his normal state of mind; it was enough for you to feel his arousal. You were light on his hands, your weight felt like nothing. Your skin was smooth and cold like marble against his own.

You turned then, facing him. Your eyes were bright like moonlight. Your lips curled into a sly smile and your hands travelled up his arms. He felt chills up his spine that dissolved when you cupped his cheek, almost tenderly.

Instantly, a warm, pleasant feeling filled his body. He looked at you in confusion. The smile left your lips and you stared at his blueish-green orbs, your hand slipped into his own and pulled him to where the lake was deep enough to reach his chest. You were shorter and the water caressed your shoulders. You looked up, your arms folded around his neck and you pushed yourself up, folding your legs around him. Your sweet voice has finally heard as you moaned softly to his ear. He sighed and his arms encircled your small form, your breasts pressing against his chest.

As he took you, he felt he could be anything, do anything. The knowledge and power he had before could never compare to what he would have then. He would have it all. He would be unstoppable, as long as he had you, as long as he had such goddess by his side.

Again, he missed the glint in your eyes. He was yours. His soul belonged to you and for you he would be glorious. He failed to care as you bit his bottom lip; his blood tasted sweet to your tongue as you two kissed. His soul was shining brighter than the Sun. You bathed with his light. He was weak before you.

He never noticed the smirk on your lips.

He was all yours.

Slowly, his life energy started to slip away from his body and into yours, through the passionate kiss that he did not want to break. The linked bodies were your guarantee. You fed from him and he died slowly with a bright smile plastered on his face, with pleasure tingling all over his human body.

It would be over soon.

As you reached the peak of slaughter, though, something happened. Something you were not expecting at all.

Flashes of his memory appeared behind your closed eyelids and you opened your pearly eyes in shock. You stared at him, horrified.

He was good.

Suddenly, Newt’s soul was an open book that you read unwillingly, desperately trying to stop the visions and feelings he brought; it all clashed violently against your vicious nature.

He was good.

The auburn haired man was good, kind. Gentleness and loyalty filled his every pore. He was nice, too nice… Contrasting greatly with the men you used to feed on; those were usually greedy and cruel, approaching you with filthy intentions, to have their own selfish needs satisfied. Not this man, though… Newt was loving and careful, dangerously curious about magical creatures…

Magical creatures such as yourself.

He thought all fantastic beasts were misunderstood. That these beings were not solely dangerous; that they could be reasoned with, if only he learned enough about them.

You realized he was too pure.

Too naive.

With that last thought, you prepared to reap his soul for once. You were thinking too much and it was not like you. So what if he was good? You were not. Why should you care? That was his loss; it would be his lesson to learn, since he was so eager and reckless.

Curiosity killed the cat, or did it not?

Your piercing nails dig in his skin. It was over. He would die.


He opened his eyes.

You gasped, startled. He was staring right into you and you could see yourself reflected in his enticing boyish eyes. He really looked terribly naive, so harmless… It captivated you to no end. As the trap backfired, unknowingly to him, you were the one to feel cornered. He smiled softly and you felt guilt consume you.

You could not possibly…

He was human.

He was human and, against all odds, he was good.

Humans were supposed to be dangerous, gluttonous, despicable, were they not? You reasoned with yourself as you tried not to lose your inner battle… However, you knew you had already been defeated.

You knew it… You were sure, somehow…

He was different.

You could not possibly take his life.

Hissing in frustration, you pushed him away in a childish whim and your hand soundly collided with his cheek, slapping the spellbound state out of him.

Newt blinked in awe, touching his burning cheek as he finally came back to his senses. As he registered the bare humanoid form in front of him, his face turned bright red and he gaped, speechless. It made you hiss once more, furious at him for disrupting your plans, mad at yourself as well.

Stupid. Stupid, you were. Stupid he was, too.

You groaned in anger, your sharp fangs finally showing as you snarled menacingly, meaning to shock him, to make him run for his life.

Show me you are like them. Show me your fear as you cower away, looking for a sharp tool, looking for your wand. Muggle or not, you are all the same. Show me I was wrong to let you live.

He stared at you and, after what seemed like eternity, he reached out to touch your beautiful face.

Your eyes widened in surprise and you took a step away, the water between you both wavering with the abrupt motion. He kept his hand still, on air, a determined look in his blushing face. Your heart was beating frantically, your instincts screaming for you to attack or to flee. You couldn’t, though. You glued to spot, staring at him and finally looking at his hand. What was he thinking? Did he have a death wish? Did he not mind losing a limb?

Or did he really believe you would not attack?

He certainly could not be so idiotic. However… Why were you not attacking? You stared, panic filling your core as he gently approached once more, taking another slow step towards you. You snarled again, the white fangs protruding. He only smiled, his kind stare rending you silent.

Before you knew what you were doing, your body leisurely moved to its own accord and closed the space between you both. Your eyes closed as you flinched, feeling his warm hand on your cheek.

It was not bad. Not bad at all.

The thought crossed your mind and your eyes were open wide again, taken by disbelief. You could feel it; surrender. Meekness. Submission.

Was he… Taming you?!

A loud growl emerged from your throat and you stepped away again, your hands violently reaching out to splash the water between you two. Soaked, Newt blinked as the drops ran from his damp hair like tiny rivers down his face, his heart running miles per hour. He registered what happened and then it hit him, a wave of disappointment mixed with loads of adrenaline.

You were gone.

He sighed, looking around in a helpless and yet hopeful manner. However, you were nowhere in sight.

From afar, you stared as he got out of the lake, dressed and walked away, case in hand, all the while looking around for any sign of your presence. You frowned, confused with your own behavior. You went against your nature and it irked you.

It did not stop you from growling territorially at the sight of your kind as two other approached him with hungry eyes. They cringed in fear and ran away, leaving the young wizard be. You stared at him, further perplexed. Now you were protecting him. Why?

Why did you feel like going with him? Why did you want to follow him as if you were nothing but an obedient, lost puppy who finally found its owner?

Giving up on getting the needed answers, you watched him from the dark until he was out, safe and away from the woods.

Looking back, Newt could not help but stare in wonder at the shades of the insidious forest in the foreign country he was visiting. He had faced a real succubus, touched you even, and lived to tell the tale.

No one would ever believe him.

He smiled boyishly at the thought, running a hand through his messy hair and turning his back as he walked away for good.

He would still write about you, anyway.

beyond the seams | Min Yoonji

Angst | Fluff | Eventual Smut | Crackfic

Chapter 1:     the seamstress   Next: Chapter 2

Word Count: 8,828

Pairing: bangtan + min yoonji x black reader (harem)

Warning !: sexual/lewd situations

A/n: support me on this please! ive worked very hard on this. also the reader is portrayed as plus sized💕

You are a mere seamstress, biding your time stitching and sewing away in the depths of your apartment building. Your roommate is the famed Min Yoonji, the stoiccold blooded beauty with a thirst for knowledge and a hunger for power. You’ve been friends for years, both secure in your relationship with one another despite the many hurdles you’ve had to face. What with Yoonji’s stubborn, almost cruel behaviors, her flooded bank account, paparazzi, and not to mention your much lower social standings, it’s truly a wonder how the two of you have grown to be friends and even more so startling that you two ended up living together in a shaggy, run down town in the middle of nowhere. But when Yoonji decides to take a trip to visit her brother and informs you that you have no choice but to come, things abruptly take an abnormal turn. You’re suddenly introduced to seven men and nearly all of them seem strangely fond of you. You’re suddenly suffocated with all the attention you’re getting and it doesn’t help that Yoonji grows to be wildly possessive of you. With your usual routine compromised and new ordeals to overcome, will you be able to stitch yourself together? 

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Connections (Steve x Reader) AU

Request: A lot

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Word Count: 1,404

You should read the other part before reading this

Chapter One: Hot Mess 



Steve turns away from the toy box he was cleaning, and finds Addison looking at him with a questioning gaze. Her little eyebrows are furrowed in thought as she taps a crayon against her chin.

“What’s up, Addie?” He walks over to her desk, and sits in one of the tiny chairs. “And remember, you have to call me Mr. Rogers.” He rests his arms on the table, only to put them in a sticky puddle of juice. Addison reaches into her pencil case, and passes him her pack of emergency tissues that you insisted she kept.

“Mommy always makes me bring tissues everywhere!” She scrunches her nose, and gives it a small tap. “For when I get the sniffles.”

Steve looks to her with an amused smile. “Well, your mom is very smart.”

“Yeah!” Addison throws her arms into the air. “Where do you think I get it from?”

He lets out a booming laugh, and ruffles the little girl’s hair. “Of course, what was I thinking?”

“I don’t know, Steve.”

“Mr. Rogers.” Steve finishes cleaning of the remains of the juice from the table, and his arms. He balls up the wet tissues, and throws them into the garbage bin, making for a perfect shot. Addison claps her hands, clearly impressed. He smiles at her, and places his elbows back onto the table. “So, what do you need?”

“Oh right!” Addison looks around the room, making sure it’s empty. When she’s satisfied, she looks back to her teacher with a serious look. “I have a secret to tell you.”

“Do you now?”

“Yes, and you have to pinky swear that you won’t tell anyone… Ever!” She sticks out her little pinky.

Steve wraps his much larger pinky around her’s. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

“Okay,” Addison brings her hand back to her lap, and starts to play with the hem of her skirt. “My mommy like likes you.”

“Like likes?”

“Yeah,” She takes a sip of her juice box. “It means she loves you.”

Steve raises an eyebrow, “Addison-”

“She doesn’t love you as much as me. I just know that she like likes you.”

Steve lets out a soft sigh, and leans back into the small chair as much as he can. He would love to be thrilled about this supposed revelation, but he knows that he shouldn’t get himself excited over the words of a six year old. For the past five months, he’s been doing anything to get you to not look at him as your daughter’s teacher. Instead, he wants you to look at him as someone you could possibly get to know romantically. For parent teacher night, he’ll book your appointment for just a bit longer than the other parents. He’ll give you a more time consuming  job for school functions, and he’ll gladly watch Addison on days like these when you’re running late to pick her up. 

“How do you know that?”

Addison sends him a smile, which he can’t decide if it’s friendly, or scheming. “She talks about you a lot.”


“At the Christmas concert, I heard her and Peter’s Aunt talking about you. Mom said that you guys have a connection!” Addison leans towards Steve. “I know what a connection is, Steve!”

“Mr. Rogers-”

“And when we went on the field trip to the zoo, Mommy made sure that Me and her were in your group!”

“That doesn’t mean she loves me, Addie.”

“I’ve seen TV before, and when they have connections, they’re in love.”

Steve rubs the back of his necks, and takes a deep a breath. If what Addison’s saying is true, then he might have a chance with you, but she is six years old. He also knows that she has a past record of trying to set you up with random guys.

“You have to go to dinner with my Mom. She really likes pizza! We have it every Friday. Mommy calls it Fun Food Friday.”

“Woah, woah, woah.” Steve sticks out his hands. “Slow down, I haven’t said anything yet.”

“Okay, then say something.” Silence pierces the air of the room as the two of them stare at one another. Addison takes a small sip of her juice box, and looks to Steve with a triumphant expression. “See? You and her like like each other.” 

Steve opens his mouth to respond, but the sound of the door opening cuts him off. Both of them look to the door and watch as you enter the room. You’re slightly out of breath, due to having to rush over to the school. “Sorry,” You give them both a timid wave. “I completely lost track of time. I was writing my article-”

“It’s okay,” He stands up from the child-size chair. “Absolutely no problem.”

Addison runs past him to go and hugs your legs. You let out a small laugh as you bend to her level. “How was school today, bugger?”

“It was good! Mr. Rogers let us have free time for an extra ten minutes!”

You look to Steve with a large smile, and then back to Addie. “He did?”

“Yeah! It was really cool. I was playing with the racecars.”

“That sounds like so much fun!” You go in to give her a kiss on the cheek. “Okay sweetheart, go grab your Backpack and lunch bag.” Addison nods her head, and heads off towards her cubby. 

You walk over to Steve with a small smile on your face. “I’m so sorry that I’m always late.” You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I hope she didn’t bother you too much.”

“Hey,” Steve puts a hand on your arm. “It’s really no problem. I love having her around.” You and Steve look into each other’s eyes. You stare into his captivating baby blues, finding a small glimmer shine beneath. The kind that warps you in, and makes you feel like you’re getting lost. As cheesy as it may sound, you find his eyes are a window to his soul. You can see everything about him through those two mesmerizing orbs.


You reluctantly tear your eyes from his as you turn to the voice of your daughter. She runs towards you with her backpack bouncing against her back, making the noise of many pencils from within clash against each other.

“Ready to go, baby?”

“Yup!” Addison grabs your hand, and passes you her lunchbox.

“Okay, say goodbye to Mr.Rogers.”

“Wait!” Addison pulls you closer to Steve. “There was something Steve wanted to ask you.”

Steve focuses his attention on the cunning child. She innocently moves her body around making her skirt twirl, and she makes her eyes look adorably larger. He know’s exactly what she’s doing. ‘This kid’s good.’ He thinks to himself.

“Oh?” You gaze over to Steve. “And what would that be?”

Steve scratches the back of his neck, trying to quickly decide how he’s going to handle this situation. He could go by the word of a six year old and take a chance, or he could play it safe. 

“I was wondering if you would be able to make some cookies for the bake sale next week?”

Addison slaps a hand to her forehead as she lets out a small groan.

“I’d be happy to.” You put on a large smile, but deep down you feel a flicker of discouragement. You know that Addison desperately wants you and her teacher together, and you were hoping that this would be the one time her cupid antics would work.

“Great,” Steve looks back down to Addie. She looks to him with a slow shake of her head. “I’ll send you the information in an email.”

“Sounds good.”

The three of you stand in a circle of awkward silence. You casually flick your eyes up to Steve every few seconds, and he fixates his eyes on Addison’s sparkled backpack. Addie looks back and forth between the two of you feeling frustrated that yet another one of her plans fail.

“Well,” You grab Addison’s hand, and begin to slowly walk towards the door. “We should get going. Say goodbye, sweetie.”

Addie looks back at Steve, and sends him a disappointed look. “See you on Monday, Steve.”

As the door closes, Steve rubs a hand over his face, releasing a large sigh. “It’s Mr. Rogers.”


Chapter 3: The Musical

Lost Souls: Searching

Originally posted by ostrichyung

Part Two of Lost Souls; Part 1/Part 2/Part 3

A big thanks to @suhotrashanon and @boymeetsfiction for taking the time to help me edit this story.

What happens when your soulmate is about to marry another?

Sunlight crept through the curtains, shining onto your closed eyes which made you groan in your groggy state. Your head was pounding, the world spinning. An empty wine bottle laid beside you as a reminder from the night before. The crying, the phone calls, and the sappy movies. Your friends had tried to cheer you up, but it wasn’t like they could do much. You had lost your soulmate to another. This was something you couldn’t just get over.  It was safe to say last night was a complete shit show. 

You carefully exited your bed to make your way to your bathroom. Your sight was blurry still from the tears.Reaching that bathroom, you looked at your reflection in the mirror. You looked ghastly. Hair disheveled, looking like it desperately needed to be washed. Your eyes red and puffy. You had clearly not been sleepy by the dark circles under your eyes. You skin looked dull, as if never exposed to the sun’s rays.

You turned on the cold water, splashing some onto your face in an attempt to wake your senses and clean the mess from the night before. There was a ping from the bedroom. Your phone had just received an text. Probably one of your friends making sure you were alive. You placed your hands on the cold stone sink, fighting back the tears. Today was the day Jiho was getting married. How were you going to do this?

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anonymous asked:

Hi! How would UT Sans, Grillby, Paps and Burgerpants react to an S/O who just lets people walk all over them and hurt them and then one day their abusive ex comes along and when he tries to attack the monster boy S/O gets him in a choke hold and just says in a scary and low voice "you can hurt me all you want. I HATE myself. But the SECOND you try to lay a hand on the one I love... You'll regret it"

UT!Sans: He hates how you let people push you around like that. He’s not one to care about what people say to him, but he at least stands up for himself. He’s uncharacteristically protective when it comes to you. When your ex suddenly tries to attack him his first instinct is to get you away from there, no way in hell is he letting that jerk hurt you again. But then he sees you move quickly and suddenly you’re holding the guy in a choke hold and he didn’t even know you could do that. You look so human with your determination shining through your eyes and when you tell your ex to stay away from the one you love he feels his soul flutter a little. He’s right there behind you until the ex has left and he makes sure that you’re okay, asking several times if you’re sure. He’s so proud at you for doing that. You two needs to have a talk about the self hate part though.

UT!Grillby: He tries to support you until you’re comfortable enough with standing up for yourself. He doesn’t push you though. Instead he tries to show you that he’s right behind you if you ever need him. When your ex shows up he decides to step in. He’s on his way to step in front of you and deal with the guy when he attacks him. Grillby knows that he has to fight back, because you’re there and he can’t risk you getting hurt by your ex again. But then suddenly the positions are switched and you have the upper hand. He’s so surprised that he can’t do anything but watch as you tell your ex to stay away from him. When the threat is gone he checks you for any scratches or injuries. He’s so proud of you for doing that. 

UT!Papyrus: He’s working so hard on making you believe in yourself. You are so so great, and you should never let people treat you like you’re not. When he sees your ex walking up to you he gets really nervous. He really doesn’t want the guy around you, especially not after what he’s done to you. But he’s still prepared to act polite, you don’t know why he’s here. Maybe he’s come to apologize to you! When it turns out that he did not intend on apologizing to you, but attack Papyrus, he gets really protective. He wont tolerate anything of that sort, especially not around you. When he sees that you’ve got your ex in a choke hold he’s quite baffled. His training must have payed off! He’s very proud of you for standing up for yourself, and him. He’s a little sad that the love yourself training hasn’t worked. But you’ll get there. He’ll help you. (Also he’s really proud of you for not harming the guy. Even though you hate him, and have all reasons to, you didn’t. You just told him that he was not welcome around there and then showed him mercy.)

UT!Burgerpants: He has the same problem and lets people step all over him. He’s like a damn welcome mat in certain situations. He doesn’t like when you let people do it to you though. And he gets really nervous when your ex is around. He wants to protect you, but to be honest he’s not sure if he can. So when you get the guy in a choke hold he is pretty freaking surprised. He’s standing in the background and his mouth slowly widens in awe until his cigarette falls out, and he doesn’t even notice it. Silently decides never to mess with you, ever. When your ex is gone he just wants the two of you to relax. Get your minds off stuff and just enjoy some time together. He knows you love him and all that, but hearing you say it like that still makes him so happy.