youre the sky that i fell through

I swear I saw it somewhere around here.
I get up from the bed,
cigarette smoke rising like a halo
(something beautiful and dead),
the steep windows,
the summer rain-
I search through every corner of the apartment.

I swear the sky folded up somewhere in these sheets,
somewhere between your skin and my skin
and everything growing in between,

I swear the stars scattered all over the kitchen floor,

a comet fell behind the shower curtain,

gravity went down the drain

and I
curled up
next to you,

like a spiral galaxy,

limbs entwined,



  • ❝ …Bang… ❞
  • ❝ This could be a trap. ❞
  • ❝ This is strictly business. ❞
  • ❝ Whatever happens, happens. ❞
  • ❝ Life is but a dream. ❞
  • ❝ You’re in a good mood today. ❞
  • ❝ Tell me what you’re doing here. ❞
  • ❝ Don’t try anything. ❞
  • ❝ Why don’t you shoot? ❞
  • ❝ Go on, pull the trigger. ❞
  • ❝ What’s wrong? Lose your nerve? ❞
  • ❝ You’re an original, aren’t you? ❞
  • ❝ Could you be a little quieter please? ❞
  • ❝ Great, a wannabe preacher with a gun… ❞
  • ❝ Guess you’ll have to chalk it up to bad luck. ❞
  • ❝ You’re gonna carry that weight. ❞
  • ❝ The one that’s insane is this world. ❞
  • ❝ Hey there, having a little trouble? ❞
  • ❝ Are you living in the real world? ❞ 
  • ❝ Even if you play by the rules, nothing gets solved. ❞
  • ❝ The more you know, the shorter your life will be. ❞
  • ❝ I’m just a humble bounty hunter, ma’am/sir. ❞
  • ❝ Pretending to be senile won’t get you out of this. ❞
  • ❝ I’m just watching a bad dream I never wake up from. ❞
  • ❝ Are you pleading for your life? ❞
  • ❝ You should see yourself right now. ❞
  • ❝ Do you have any idea what you look like? A ravenous beast. ❞
  • ❝ The same blood runs through both of us. ❞
  • ❝ I’ve bleed all that kind of blood away. ❞
  • ❝ Why are you still alive? ❞
  • ❝ Don’t give me that art of war crap. ❞
  • ❝ Time never stands still. ❞  
  • ❝ If you don’t work, you don’t eat. ❞
  • ❝ These Earthlings are weird. ❞ 
  • ❝ I’ll take care of this, you can go back. ❞
  • ❝ I love the kind of woman that can kick my ass. ❞
  • ❝ A star just fell from the sky. ❞
  • ❝ Cold climates don’t concern me. ❞
  • ❝ Your heart is colder than any planet. ❞
  • ❝ Remember, a snake cannot eat a dragon. ❞
  • ❝ We should’ve never taken such a risk. ❞
  • ❝ I’m fully aware of the danger. ❞
  • ❝ How long were you in there listening, [ name ]? ❞ 
  • ❝ And this time, I hope you have sweet dreams. ❞
  • ❝ I’ll meet you at the end of this world. ❞
  • ❝ Belonging is the very best thing there is. ❞
  • ❝ There is nothing more innocent and cruel than a child.❞
  • ❝ Man shouldn’t have to live on carbohydrates alone, complex or otherwise. ❞
  • ❝ I have no fear of death. It just means dreaming in silence. A dream that lasts for an eternity. ❞
  • ❝ Of the days that I have lived, only those I spent with you seemed real. ❞
  • ❝ My memory…finally came back…but nothing good came from it. ❞
  • ❝ There was no place for me to return to; this was the only place I could go. ❞
  • ❝ Why do you have to go? Where are you going?! ❞
  • ❝ What are you going to do, throw away your life like it was nothing?! ❞
  • ❝ What’s your price to keep this from leaking to the press? ❞
  • ❝ Either you give me the money or I put a bullet through your brain. ❞    
  • ❝ I’m not the type to be led around by a woman/man. ❞
  • ❝ You can’t tell the age of a woman by looking at her. ❞
  • ❝ You’re kidding yourself if you think every woman/man is like you. They’re not.❞
  • ❝ Why did you do all of this? For money? Some sort of revenge? Or perhaps just for fun?❞
  • ❝ Come on, hang in there, you hear me? ❞ 
  • ❝ When angels are forced out of heaven, they become devils. ❞
  • ❝ Tell me, if we had met earlier in life, would we have been friends? ❞
  • ❝ You know the first rule of combat? Shoot them before they shoot you. ❞
  • ❝ I’m not a criminal. Woah, that makes me sound more like a criminal, doesn’t it. ❞
  • ❝ You took all the money you stole from us and lost it in a gambling casino? ❞
  • ❝ This is real mystic and all, but uh, do you have anything to eat here? ❞
  • ❝ You know what they say, cowboy, easy come easy go. ❞ 
  • ❝ You told me once, to forget the past, cause it doesn’t matter, but you’re the one still tied to the past, [ name ]!  ❞
  • ❝ Don’t tell me things like that; you’ve never told me anything about yourself, so don’t tell me now! ❞
  • ❝ I felt like I was watching a dream I’d never wake up from. Before I knew it, the dream was all over. ❞
  • ❝ Do not fear death. Death is always at our side. When we show fear, it jumps at us faster than light, but if we do not show fear, it casts its eye upon us gently and then guides us into infinity…  ❞
  • ❝ Men only think about their past right before death, as if they were searching frantically for proof they were alive. ❞
  • ❝ No one can draw a clear line between sane and insane. You move that line as you see fit for yourself. No one else can.  ❞

cute date ideas:

  • meadow field date; on top of a blanket you lie on me, I am breathing slowly yet my heart races, the smell of the field trickles my nose and you lean to kiss my forehead, loving you feels like the sun’s warmth
  • flower garden date; a rosy blush is what conceals your cheeks, you hold onto a petal that fell using its scent on your neck, flowers surround us as we walk through all the roses, you smile as I hum with the bees 
  • under the stars date; we are under the night’s sky, longing gazes, and soft embraces, you hold my hand and lean on me, perhaps it was the shooting star or maybe it was the way I looked at you but you finally said the I love you I wished for

sometimes I think about who I am without you,

I am the very essence of a tragedy,
a hero whose darkside consumes them whole,
a lover without my love,
a survivor without a reason to keep going.

I would make the constellations ache to tell my story,
because they specialize in sad stories,
they make empires on heartache.

but I will not be a myth because I destroy the world with your name ringing through my mind
whenever I let blood run through the streets.

no, we will build empires, ignite rebellions, on hope
we will make those that come after us ache
to see the two of us in action,
side by side,
the golden and darkened ones that are well matched in their fire. 

because, darling, the universe owes us.
we tore ourselves apart to keep the sun turning in sky
and the universe itself fell silent
when we first let the other into our souls,
in that dark night
where blood and chaos echoed in the background. 

we are owed the happy ending
that let us drift off to sleep as children,
that fairytale ending.

because there’s a sense of rightness
when your skin brushes mine,
a mark etched in where you lingered
for moments between the war.

and whenever I fall,
scar my skin yet again,
breaking open old wounds,
you bandage them with gentleness
that I long ago stopped believing I deserved.

and isn’t that what the best love stories are built on,
and we make the love stories
that we were told when we were innocent
look like the tragedy
we are desperately trying not to become .

because in our actions,
in our faith,
there’s a depth of devotion
that makes even the divine shudder. 

because you make my bloodstains
seem like dropped rose petals,
you make my scars
seem like tiny bits of stardusts,
you make my broken heart
seem whole.

—  it is in your song that I rejoice by Abby S
Days of the week: Sunday

Words: 1157

Reader X Jungkook 

Days of the week l Monday - Jin l Tuesday - Yoongi l Wednesday: Hoseok l Thursday - Namjoon l Friday - Jimin l Saturday - Taehyung l Sunday - Jungkook 

Originally posted by purelyjimin

*knock knock knock*

The knocking on the door made you jump. You looked at Tae as if you were asking him what it could be but his face was more confused than yours. Any of the boys who were there knew you both were fucking.

  “Get off, I’m busy here” he yelled at the person in the other side of the door.

You had barely rested, and so had Tae. You both were busy. You wanted to sleep. The knocking kept going and Tae got up angrily.

 “Cover yourself” he said before opening the door.

“Jungkook? What do you want? Can’t you see I’m kinda busy here?” he said, hiding himself behind the door. Jungkook?

You couldn’t hear what Jungkook was saying. But what could it be?

 “No, she is tired. However, it is still Saturday. Wait for Sunday” Tae said. You still couldn’t hear Jungkook’s answers, but you heard steps appearing and then, he was gone. Tae closed the door and went back to bed without saying a word, not telling you what Jungkook wanted. You would ask, but before you knew, you fell asleep.

 Wake up. Wake up, baby girl. You have slept enough.

 A sweet, deep voice was echoing through your asleep mind, pulling you to your hot reality. Your eyes snapped open and you were blessed with a sight of Taehyung beside you, full dressed, waking you up. You smiled at him. Gosh.

  “You slept all day. It’s night already, look” he said, pointing to the window. The sky was dark. Shit, have I slept this long? The college. Oh my

 “Huh…I… I gotta…” you tried to say. Shit, I’m so

Your phone buzzed.

   *Where tf are you? Shit, you can’t disappear like this, Y/N! You missed another class, for fuck sakes*  

  This was just one of 6 messages from your friend. Well, sorry but I am busy.  

  “Why don’t you take a shower and come have dinner with us?” Tae said. You looked at the clock.

 “Huh… It’s almost midnight. I have slept for almost 1 day, it’s almost Sunday. I really have to go home” you said.

You really needed. You weren’t sleeping at your dorm and were skipping a thousand classes. Besides, you had slept for almost 1 day, you were freaking tired and needed some time to yourself.

 “We’re leaving this town on Monday. We would like to spend this last day with you.”  He said simply. Your heart almost stopped.

 “Oh… right. Ok”  that’s all you could say.

   “This pasta is really good, Jin. Oh my God” you said. Jin really cooked well.

Everybody was there, just talking while you were eating, except by Jungkook who was taking a shower.  It was Sunday. Jungkook’s day. Honestly, you weren’t expecting much. He was a god in stage, his hips didn’t let him lie, but in personal, he was so shy. He had barely talked to you in that whole week. Actually, you hadn’t seen any dirtiness in him. He would be…vanilla? Or was he just letting you think he is something he wasn’t just to make you surprised?

 You wanted to keep thinking about but the next sight made you stop everything and look. Jungkook left the shower and walked to the living room – where everybody was – only with a towel around his waist, water drops falling on his entire body, his wet hair falling on his forehead. Shit. Shit shit shit. Your body reacted by the sec you saw him that hot. He looked straight into your eyes and then looked away.

 “Hyung, where’s my facial mascara?” he asked.

 You couldn’t hear anything. All you could think was about how much you wanted to lick all those drops out of his perfect abs. When he left, the boys talked again but you were still amused.

  “Try not to drool, Y/N” Yoongi said, noticing your amusement. Bastard. You came back to your pasta but before you could eat, a voice called you.

 “Come here, Y/N” Jungkook called you from your room. What? No way. You stood up slowly, still confused. Did he really call you?  You got closer to the bedroom he was and knocked on the door. “Come in and lock it” he said.

  He was standing a few centimeters away from the bed, still naked except by the towel. Your heart started to rush, your blood started to burn and your core was screaming for that towel to fall.  

  He walked towards you and suddenly, randomly, he picked you up getting up as well and pressing you against the door, your legs around his waist. Unhappily, the towel doesn’t fall off.

 “I know you think I’m shy. But I’m not. I just like to proof things at the right time, which is now” he said. You were still in a hoodie and underwear only, and you could already feel his huge bulge pulsing against your clothed pussy. Cheesus Christ. He kissed you, his soft lips moving against yours in a delicious way. His kiss was the best one till that moment just because of his lips shape. You opened your mouth and his tongue explored it, biting and sucking yours. His hands roamed your ass greedily; you could feel him pressing his hard on cock against you. You didn’t expect that at all.

 He stopped kissing you, making you whimper, and let your feet touch the ground. He walked towards the bed let the towel fall. Oh, my… The sight made you stop breathing and you could just stare at his dick. His big, delicious dick. He sat on the edge of the bed and did spread his legs.

  “Get on your knees and suck me” he said simply. You didn’t argue, you didn’t think, you didn’t assimilate, before you knew you were kneeling in front of him and taking his dick on your hand. You pumped it a few times but once the pre-cum came out, you started to blow him. He growled the erotic sound making you want to be fucked already. He was now holding a fistful of your hair, controlling your speed. When you gagged and tried to pull back, he didn’t let you.

 “Take it. I’m not done” he said. You could feel your amusement making your panties get wet. Really wet. He stopped you and told you to strip. When you quickly did, he started to stare at your naked body; you felt the necessity to cover yourself but avoided this feeling.

  “You are so hot, Y/N. I’m gonna fuck you all night” he said and you died in anticipation. “Lay” he said and you obeyed. He positioned himself between your legs and kissed you again. Going to your neck, he looked for your sweet spot and once he found it, he sucked at it. Then, he kissed each of your breasts, his tongue swirling around your nipples, making you grab the bed sheets. You could feel his erection against your thigh; you just wanted to feel him inside you already. His hand trailed down your thigh and pushed one finger inside you, making you gasp. He smirked at your reaction and pushed another finger deep inside you, pumping it in and out, wet sounds echoing from your pussy. His finger moves in and out of your walls, the sensation is fucking good.

“Your so fucking beautiful.” He said and pulled away. You whined. He clasped his teeth on your panties and pulled them off slowly, teasing you. “You are so fucking wet for me” he said. Biting his lip he positioned his dick at your entrance and pushed himself all the way in without warning. You screamed.

 “I wanna make you scream my name” he said, thrusting harder and louder. “I’m gonna fucking show you that I am not a kid”. You started bucking your hips against him, your bodies slapping against each other, trying to get some extra pleasure on your clit. He was so big and felt so fucking good inside you.

  “Oh my God, Jungkook” you screamed and digged your nails in his back.

 He stopped moving, but only long enough to bed you over and start to take you hard and quick from behind, the pressure inside you driving you completely insane. He kept thrusting inside you, and before you knew his hand was slapping against your ass cheek.

  Fucking with Jungkook was being completely delicious.

  “Do you like it? You still think I’m a kid?” he asked, pulling your hair.

 “Fuck, Jungkook” you said.

“No one else will ever fuck you this good, Y/N, not even my hyungs” he said. Wow. You couldn’t even answer; you were immersed in your pleasure.

  With all those cursing, screaming, skins slapping sounds, you were losing it. You felt Jungkook gripping your waist tighter and soon, you felt his releasing inside you. It pushed you towards the edge, and your walls clenched around his stone hard dick.

You opened your eyes, finding yourself in an empty bed, but before you could recognize where you were, the bedroom’s door snapped open.

 “We are leaving on Monday. However, you are one of the best girls we have ever fucked” Namjoon said. The room was silent.

“And… some of us fucked you, like, 5 days ago. It’s a long time” Yoongi said.

 “So…?” you asked.

  “If you want, you can choose one of us to fuck you one last time before we leave. Or all of us” Jungkook said.

What the fuck?

A/N: That’s it! I hope you like it and thank you for all the support. And no, there’s no part 2 or group sex

i. I used to hate you. I used to think it was your fault she ran away from me, but I guess I can never blame the sky if she didn’t want to be with the summer girl anymore and fell in love with rain instead. Maybe summer was too hot we scorched into ashes, and you were rain who cooled her down and made the ashes grow flowers again.
ii. She told me once that she liked me the first time we met. I wonder, was it the same for you? Did your eyes captivate her the first time she looked at you? Or was it only after she left me? I keep on thinking it happened somewhere in between, like the unexpected drizzle in May, but it doesn’t matter anymore for now her skies are clear and your eyes are the only stars she can see. On some days I imagine us as identical stars and that it is the reason she fell for you fast, that your eyes show my reflection and it is still I she sees in you. Does she tell stories about me? Do you hear me when she says the words she learned from me? On most days, though, I know the truth–I’m only rock that briefly passed through her sky and she had mistaken me for a wishing star. But a rock cannot grant her wishes.
iii. You are able to love her in many ways I will never be able to, and for that I envy you. I want to tell you how to love her, where she likes to be kissed or what spot in her back makes her weak, what gifts make her smile or what words would make her cry like a preschool girl–just like how many letters have been written by ex-lovers to the new ones instructing them how to love their lovers. I cannot do that, though. I wasn’t even able to love her properly when I had my chance, so who am I to tell you? Just keep on loving her the way you know how and most importantly, the way she deserves to be.
iv. When I first heard the gossip about you, somehow I already knew. I had practiced my response and rehearsed my lines for the confirmation of the news, but when I saw you together for the first time I forgot everything I prepared for. I wasn’t ready to see how she looked at you–the same look she used to give me–and I knew, at that moment, she was already in love with you and there is nothing else that could stop her. I can still picture that moment until now.
v. Please be “the one” for her. She used to tell her friends I was “the one” but it turned out I wasn’t. Please do not hurt her the way I did because if you do, I might never be able to forgive you just as I have never forgiven myself. I hope her skies never be heavy again.
—  kabalintunaan // a letter for her lover, the rain
Road Trip

Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers

Summary: The title is self explanatory.

Word Count: 2,968

Warnings: Language, Light grinding, Light M/M 

A/N: This is my thank you to the +500 little cupcakes who clicked the follow button. This is a domestic polyamory fic. I love you guys so much! Also I’m going to be 25 tomorrow so I might get really drunk tonight. 

Originally posted by amor-delirium

You had spent the weekend with your boyfriends in a nice cabin at the edge of the woods. It was now time to go back to the compound. You walked to the back of the car and put your backpack in the trunk.

“Everything’s here?” Steve asked, his footsteps made a soft crackling sound as he crossed the porch. You turned around and glanced at the trunk’s content.  

“Yeah, I just need to warn Nat that we’re heading out.” You pulled your phone from your back pocket and unlocked it. “I’m driving. Want to be my co-pilot?”

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” Steve smiled, it was so contagious that you couldn’t help but giggle.

After a quick call to your mum-friend, you sat behind the steering wheel and waited until your two super boyfriends were inside to pull out of the driveway.

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by Sugiyama Noriaki. {Sasuke's VA}

Sugiyama Noriaki sang this for his career, so it’s not from a particular series. I noticed that this song and “Kogane no Hikari” fit SNS perfectly, so it just makes you wonder….

The sun flitering through the trees was like a gentle light

As it covered you I fell in love with you

I reach out to close the distance between us

You are both near and far from me

If time carries you away from me

Please just tell me…

This evening is playing a Melody of Love

The sky goes on, it sends the winds to you like a beautifully wrapped gift.

Even if we are apart…

Ah, your smile is like the sun

It can’t be completely hidden by the clouds

Still forlorn, I raise my hands

And make my bow to you.

Happiness and sadness, everything

I will be with you through it all…

Strong, quiet, echoing Melody.

The stars are singing, the ocean prays for embrace

Wait for daybrak my beloved, right here.

The sky goes on, it sends the winds to you like a beautifully wrapped gift.

Even if we are apart…

New Girl

Pairing: Clay Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: A lot of fluff.

Summary: You’ve moved to San Luis and now attend Liberty High. You meet Clay and develop a crush on him, but only start talking to him when he hurts himself badly in front of your house. It takes place the summer after Hannah’s death.

A/N: I wrote this right after I binged watch the show. I really fell in love with Clay’s character. This is a little something for all those who believe Clay deserves true happiness.:)

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His reaction to you wearing his clothes

« Maknae Line »


Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Cold rain drops fell from the dark sky rapidly, interrupting your date with Jimin at the park. Your laughs resonated through the street as the both of you ran with your fingers intertwined.
Luckily for the both of you, his house wasn’t far from where you were. 
Soaked, you entered his living room with a shiver as the freezing air hit you like knives. He giggled and wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back soothingly, creating the warmth you craved.
“I should’ve checked the weather before, huh?” He asked before letting out a small laugh.  
”I told you to do that. It’s okay, though. I had fun.” You said as you pinched his cheek playfully before pecking his nose. 
He scrunched it up in a cute manner, making you giggle.  
”You’re so cute, Chim.” You complimented before shivering again.
“Come on, baby. Let’s get you changed.” Jimin whispered with a smile on his face before quickly kissing your lips. “I don’t want you getting sick.”
He pulled you by your wrist up the stairs, sitting you down on his bed and wrapping you in a blanket before looking through his closet. 
You took the clothes he handed you and made your way to the bathroom to change.
As soon as you stepped out, you heard your boyfriend laugh while throwing his head back. 
”Ah jagi~! You look so cute! Come here!” 
Koala chimchim activated.


Originally posted by parkjiminer

You were having a horror movie night with your boyfriend and the rest of the boys. Everyone was having a great time except for Jimin and Hobi, of course, who were cowering in the corner with a pillow on their face, peeking at the screen every once in a while. Despite the loudness of the movie, you slowly began drifting off to sleep.
Your head bumped onto Tae’s shoulder causing him, and you, to jump. 
“Is my baby tired?” he whispered, trying to keep his voice quiet to not disturb the others. 
You nodded, wrapping your arms around him and laying your head on his chest. 
“Stay the night?” He asked making you nod without hesitation. 
“Come.” He said before carrying you bridal style.”Let’s get you some clothes so you can be more comfortable.” 
Ignoring the rest of the boys’ comments, Tae made his way to his room with you in his arms. 
He set you down and allowed you to pick which clothes you wanted to wear before stepping out, permitting you to change. 
Once done, you went back to where your boyfriend resided on the couch.
As soon as he saw how adorable you looked in his clothes, he ran to you and crashed his lips onto yours.
Sounds of disgust escaped the other members mouths causing you to laugh. Tae ignored them as he held you in a tight embrace. 
“Jagiya~ wear my clothes often! I love seeing you in them!” 


Originally posted by jkguks

You fluttered your eyes open, feeling your boyfriend shift in bed. He was now facing you, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer. 
“Did I wake you, baby?” he cooed. 
You gave a small smile before nodding. 
“I’m sorry. I just wanted you closer to me.” He explained, placing a soft kiss on your lips. “Go back to sleep.” 
“No, it’s time we get up either way.” You said while sitting up and stretching your arms over your head. Your sleepy boyfriend followed your actions before wrapping his arms around you once again and placed a chaste kiss on your neck. 
“5 more minutes of cuddle time?” He asked as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. 
“How about I make us breakfast instead?” You suggested while fluffing his hair. His doe eyes brightened at the idea. 
“Can I help?” He asked, letting you slide off the bed after nodding eagerly. 
You looked at your reflection in the mirror and fixed your hair. Jungkook’s long white shirt you wore reached about mid-thigh which made your boyfriend smile a bunny-like smile. 
“What?” You asked, catching his gaze. 
“I never let anyone touch my white shirts. Let alone, wear them.” He began, “except you.” 
“Well I feel special.” You teased. 
“Know it’s only because you look beautiful in my clothes. I don’t think the guys would make me say the same.” 
The both of you chuckled before walking to the kitchen. 



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    Summary: Even can’t sleep so Isak draw’s him a bath.

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    Summary: Isak invites the boys over to hang out with Even, for the first time with just them, just after Christmas. “Evak” can’t keep their hands off each other, though.

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    Summary: When Isak happens upon Even out of bed in the first time in a few days, he decides to make the most of the moment. 


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prompt: “drabble prompts”

#53 “If you kill them, you’d better kill me too, because otherwise, I’m going to kill you.

#71 “You don’t get to pick and choose. You’re stuck with me.

#62 “Please, don’t cry.

pairing: Harry Hook x Tiana/Naveen Daughter!Reader

notes: if you think my last post was overboard you’re in for a real surprise ha I really hope you like this one though it gets pretty deep

requested by @jugheadismyking

Originally posted by ehdsisjado

King Ben thought inviting as many kids as possible from the Isle of the Lost was a good idea. What Uma had said stuck with him. The guilt of possibly leaving innocent kids behind ate at him, so he made it his mission to bring as many of them over.

What he didn’t know, was that by bringing them over, he had set Frederick Facilier’s plan to exact revenge into motion. 

To you, the daughter of King Naveen and Queen Tiana, today was a good day. The sun was out and the air was light. Unfortunately, on that very day, the Shadow Man’s son decided he would exact his revenge on your family. With the help of his shadow friends, he had the three royals tied up with ease.

The rag over your eyes was pulled down to reveal the malicious face of the Shadow Man’s son. You didn’t even know who he was until you heard your father speak out. 

“You look just like he did.”

Then everything clicked. You recalled all the stories your mother and father would tell you. The ones that left you plagued with nightmares of shadows and darkness. Your blood ran cold and your heart sunk to your stomach. You knew what vengeance could do to a person and how it could corrupt even a heart of gold.

“What do you want with us?” Your mother sighed. She wasn’t afraid of this boy. He wanted vengeance, but that wasn’t going to get him anything or anywhere. Evil never won.

The boy diverted his attention to your mother with a cold voice, “I want revenge. I’m going to send your souls over to the Other Side, and let my father deal with you.”

You growled, struggling against your restraints as you spat, “If you’re going to kill them, you’d better kill me too, because otherwise, I’m going to kill you.

Your captor turned to you, a sick smile painted across his lips, “Kill you? Oh, no, Princess! I’m going to make you watch them get dragged to the Other Side, just like I watched my father.”

You could swear your heart stopped. Your breath hitched in your throat audibly to which Frederick let out a chain of excited giggles “Oh, how exciting! This is going to be fun!”

You and your parents silently watched in horror as he pulled out two dolls resembling your parents, beginning his chanting. Your eyes darted across the room, desperately trying to find a way out. This couldn’t be the way you lost your parents. They were your everything.

Your eyes met your mother’s. She was leaning against your father and the two looked to be the opposite of you. 

Even in a situation like this, they both looked as composed as they would in the palace. Backs straight as a board, heads held high. On the other side of the room, you were on the verge of hyperventilating and practically curled up into a ball.

Suddenly, the chanting stopped. Frederick threw your mother’s doll on the ground, yelling out.

“I’m pretty sure there are supposed to be voodoo faces and an evil voodoo song by now, no?” It was your father, and he sounded bored. Frederick let out a low growl.

“Laugh while you can, King Naveen.”

With a poof, a cloud of smoke went up, leaving you all coughing and spluttering. As the smoke cleared, you realised Frederick had disappeared and the royal family of Maldonia wasted no time in calling out for help.

Out in the bayou were two boys. Pirates. Two of the three most feared pirates on the Isle of the Lost had somehow found a place on Evie’s list and were now carelessly exploring deep in the bayous.

“Harry, do you hear that?” One of them said. His attention had turned away from his best friend to the sounds on his left. His friend stopped his whistling mid-way, shifting on the tiny boat they were on. 

“What is it, Gil? I was on a roll.” Harry’s eyes were narrowed at his friend, annoyed. Then he heard the screams that had alerted Gil. 

“Do you think we should check it out?” Gil asked, but Harry had already taken one of the oars and began to paddle. They reached a clearing, where an old, abandoned cabin stood. The screams had ceased, as if the people inside had given up.

“Gil, stay here. Keep watch, and if anything happens, leave.” Harry didn’t leave any room for arguing as he hopped onto the tiny porch and burst into the cabin.

You flinched, hard, when the door flew open with a bang. You were halfway inching towards your parents and thought Frederick had come back to claim your parents’ souls. You froze, dead centre of the room, head snapping up to see a very tall man with a pirate hat. 

A pirate in Auradon? When did that happen?

“Please, whoever you are, if you want money, we will give, but please, save our daughter!” Your mother pleaded immediately. Looks of confusion then recognition flashed across the pirate’s face before he flew into action, rushing towards you.

He yelled to the outside, ordering his friend to get help. Gil yelled back, uncertainly, alerting him of the oncoming swarm of shadows. Facilier was on his way.

The pirate started to work on your restraints, rapidly cutting through them with his sword. You tensed. Stories of pirates were told, and they were intended to be cautionary tales.

Once the ropes binding you had been cut loose, you stood, shakily, to run and help your parents, but a strong arm seized you, thwarting your efforts. You began to thrash, desperately trying to escape the pirate’s hold.

“No time, Princess. Got to go.” He spoke in your ear. You turned in his grasp, resisting the urge to slap him. “They’re my parents and they’re about to be murdered! You want me to just leave them here?”

Your father was the one that sparked enough sense in you to get you moving. “Darling, we escaped his father, we can certainly deal with his spawn. Go!”

You stopped your struggle, and with one last fleeting look, you dashed out of the cabin, hot on the pirate’s tail. You nearly crashed into his wall of a back when he suddenly came to a stop. Peering over his shoulder, you could see a livid Frederick Facilier, chest heaving with anger.

Without wasting any time, the pirate kicked the witch doctor into the swampy water with a grunt. Frederick, who was half the size of Harry, fell in without a chance to fight. Harry took your hand, pulling you with him and pushed you into a tiny, crappy wooden boat.

Not looking back, the pirate took the oars and quickly paddled Your heart was caught in your throat and your breathing uneven. You heard Facilier scream in anger in the background, blending away within the sounds of water sloshing against the oars.

Frederick wasn’t going to waste his time going after you. You were only a bonus. Your parents, however, were the focus of his wrath. 

You turned to the pirate in front of you, eyes wide. “Who are you?” Your question went unanswered until the cabin disappeared from sight. “Harry Hook.”

The surname struck ice into your heart, but you chose not to show it. He had saved your life. He had earned the benefit of the doubt. For now.

“Can you- What- Why-” You struggled to form a coherent sentence, your thoughts running wild. It seemed a million things had happened in the past ten minutes and you were having a lot of trouble processing it.

“Love, calm down. You’re safe now.” He said gently. He would have laughed at a reaction like yours, but with the situation you had just been through, he seemed genuinely concerned.

That should have calmed you down, but you both knew it wasn’t true. One look around your surroundings and you swear he almost fainted. The sky was getting dark, but the large outlines in the water were unmistakable. 


Harry’s face visibly paled a couple shades. He swallowed, eyes darting rapidly to look for an escape route. The two of you were surrounded. 

“I take it you don’t have a good history with alligators.” You joked, but your smile fell when you realised how insensitive you were being. “Sorry.”

His response was a cross of a grunt and a whimper. The two of you were stranded on the water, unmoving, as the predators continued to close in slowly. You spotted a large tree in to your left, seemingly high and sturdy enough to evade a bunch of alligators.

Taking the oars from his white-knuckled grasp, you maneuvered through the dangerously narrow escape path and hopped onto one of the large tree roots protruding from the water. You held out a hand to Harry, which, to your surprise, he took tightly and stood next to you. 

You scrambled to find a way up the tree, the two of you scaling up the branches until you were confident the two of you weren’t going to be swallowed whole by alligators. Harry made it next to your seat on the branch just as an alligator soared through the air, its jaws snapping shut.

You had to reach out and steady the pirate from falling over, helping him to sit next to you. 

The sun had set now, and you were squished against the leather of Harry’s coat as you tried to ignore the hissing of the reptiles not too far below you. “So, what’s a pirate doing in Auradon?”

He turned to you, silent. He studied your face for a moment before answering. “King Ben’s inviting a bunch of villain kids over from the Isle. That’s how your little voodoo friend managed to get to you.”

You narrowed your eyes, sucking in a sharp breath. “Of course a pirate would be the one to save me from peril.”

He mirrored your annoyed look, his stare unwavering. “You don’t get to pick and choose, princess. You’re stuck with me.” 

You stared back at him for a while, the two of you silent as you studied each other. Eventually, you broke the stare, softening. “I’m sorry.”

“S’alright, I’m used to it.” 

“No, no! I just meant…” you shook your head frantically, “it’s just that all the villains I’ve heard of have tried to you know… kill us?” You stumbled over your words, trying to get your point across.

He scoffed, as if you were telling a blatant lie he had heard thousands of times. “Yeah, well, sorry to burst your bubble, darling, but we’re not our parents,”

“well,” he tilted his head, pulling a face, “most of us.”

You chuckled lightly. “That’s fair. We’re not all rainbows and fluff, either. I mean, have you met the family of the Sleeping Beauty?”

Your laughs died out, leaving you in a slightly awkward silence. “I really am sorry, though,” you said, lightly nudging him with your body.

He looked down at you, shrugging, “you can stop apologising. I get it.” You nod, staring straight ahead, ignoring the sharp pierce of his gaze. “So I think we’re going to be here for a while… Want to chat?”

Harry pretended to contemplate the idea, “My schedule’s pretty packed, but I’m sure I’ll be able to make an exception.” You scoff, feigning offence despite the smile on your lips.

“Tell me about your life.” You said firmly, situating yourself in a more comfortable position. You were going to be here all night, you may as well get comfortable. Your legs dangled off the branch and you were leaned back lightly against the pirate’s side.

“Well, my dad’s Captain Hook,” he gestured to the hook dangling from his belt, “I didn’t really know him. I mean, sure, I knew him, but he was always distant, trying to find that goddamned crocodile.”

You were quiet whilst taking his hand in yours. You never really thought about it, but the parents on the Isle were probably too focused on revenge to actually raise a child.

Harry’s eye’s flickered to his hand in your smaller ones before looking away once more. His voice dropped to a quiet murmur, “I only wanted him to approve of me, y’know? I started trying to be evil when I was younger, but as I got older i realised you had to be evil to survive on the Isle.”

He sighed, continuing, “Then I found Uma and Gil. We all had pretty messed up parents so we stuck together. We were there for each other when no one else was. But she wanted to take over Auradon. Even though she didn’t want to admit it, she only did it for Ursula. Uma’s the girl who crashed the Cotillion.”

You nodded in realisation. You had heard of what happened at the Royal Cotillion. Maldonia was the more estranged part of the United States of Auradon, so you didn’t pay much attention to the news. Your parents said it was nothing to worry about, anyway.

Harry chuckled, a little too sharply to be humorous. “She could’ve come here too, but precious Mal barely agreed to let me and Gil over.”

“Uma sounds like a real friend. I’d love to meet her someday,” you gave a genuine smile to Harry. You were glad he’d found a friend like her. Being a princess of a distant country, you weren’t able to have many of those.

“I’ve yet to find someone like her. Royal life isn’t exactly the social jackpot. Everyday is the same. I barely ever get to see my parents, too,” you sighed, your posture deflating a little, “obviously, it’s not the same as what you guys have gone through, but I never chose this life, you know what I mean? I just wanted a normal life with normal parents, but nope, life just has to get it’s kicks.”

You rambled, stopping to catch your breath. Looking away from Harry’s amused smile, you went on. “I just… Today was supposed to be their day off, where they could take a break from the stuffy royals and just chill,” you laughed bitterly. “It was supposed to be a good day! And now I don’t even know if they’re alive or not.”

You were so absorbed in your ranting that you didn’t notice the hot tears welling in your eyes. Harry squeezed your hand. “Please, don’t cry.”

You sniffled, hastily wiping at your eyes, embarrassed. “Sorry.”

A hand went under your chin to tilt your head up. Your eyes met Harry’s. You were half expecting him to laugh at your outburst of emotions but instead, warmth flooded your body at the look in his eyes.

“Love, your parents have fought off the Shadow Man. His kid’s not even half of what he was!” Harry said, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. “And I have complete faith in-”

You didn’t let him finish as you crashed your lips onto his. He sat still for a moment, disbelieving that an actual princess was here. Kissing him. It didn’t take long for him to respond, arm curling around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your hand slid up his neck, tangling in his hair as your lips moved in complete sync.

The moment ended all too soon as you broke apart, both wearing child-like grins on your faces. 

“I think tonight’s going to be fun.”


Warnings: none!

Requested!“Finally.” You sighed, throwing yourself onto the air mattress you just finished blowing up.
“Yay!” Ethan cheered, jumping onto it after, sending you in the air.
“Ethan!” You screeched, almost flying off the mattress as Ethan reached a hand out to grab your arm. You both laughed, finally enjoying some alone time together.
“How’s your knee?” Ethan asked, his smile turning into worry.
“It’s okay now.” You smiled.
“Can I see it?” Ethan asked, looking into your eyes sincerely. You lightly nodded as he grabbed the small flashlight beside the mattress. You and Ethan were hiking mountains today and needless to say, you’re extremely clumsy.
“Okay, it’s not as bad as I thought.” Ethan smiled, shining the light onto the small scratch. He switched off the flashlight as he began peppering kisses over the small wound. You began giggling as he rolled on top of you gently, coming up to pepper your face with kisses like a dog who licks his owner.
“Ethan!” You giggled as he began tickling your sides lightly. “Ethan stop! I’m gonna pee!” You laughed uncontrollably, your legs kicked around as he pinned your arms down,
“Let it flow!” Ethan laughed,
“Ethan!” You screamed louder as he wheezed,
“I’m kidding! Don’t pee on me!” Ethan laughed, leaning in kiss you passionately. “Sorry,” He laughed, “I just love hearing you laugh.” He smiled, rolling over to lie beside you. He held an arm out as he brought you over to lay on his chest.
“You’re lucky I love you.” You giggled, lying your head on his chest.
“What’s that suppose to mean?” Ethan moved your hair out of your face as he played with your hair. You shrugged,
“I don’t know but I guess I’m pretty lucky that you love me back.” You smiled, lying your hand on his stomach. As you listened to his heart beat softly, Ethan twirled your hair around his fingers, combing out any knots he came across. You both looked up to the sky through the mesh of the tent, seeing all of the stars that scattered the sky. Ethan softly kissed the top of your head as he sighed contently.
“What?” You asked, looking at him. The moonlight lightly shadowed his eyes as he stared back down at you.
“I’m just really happy.” He smiled, “I just feel like I’m happy with my life now. I’m with my baby,” he lightly squeezed your shoulder, “under the beautiful night sky in the middle of nowhere. This is how I want to live my life. With you.” Ethan smiled sincerely, bringing his soft lips to kiss your forehead.
“Awh, E.” you smiled, reaching a hand up to stroke his cheek with your thumb. “This is how I want to live my life too.” You smiled as Ethan’s face lit up.
“We can build a place out here! With Gray too!” Ethan beamed, “we could both start families out here, it would be great!”
“I would love that.” You smiled, kissing him gently. The kiss lingered as Ethan pulled back a bit, resting your foreheads together.
“I love you so much, y/n.” Ethan whispered, his right hand cupping your face.
“I love you too, Ethan.” You smiled into his hand as he ran his hands through your hair. He slowly pulled you in for another kiss as you both lied back, staring at the night sky once again. You fell asleep to the sound of Ethan’s voice booming through his chest, talking about the stars and the universe as his long fingers played with your hair. You were finally at a spot in your life where you were utterly and completely happy.


White Lies

Drabble game request: Taehyung + “How could I ever forget about you?” + Best Friends AU | for @bangtan-bangbang

Character / Genre: Taehyung x reader | Bestfriend!au, angst | 2,056 words

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Cross Them Lines - Part 1

Summary: Reader and Chris Evans have been childhood best friends. After a disastrous night out, she calls him and fluff ensues.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader (…eventually?)

A/N: This is probably going to be a few chapters long. LEAVE ME YOUR FEEDBACK! I live for those! <3

I stepped out of the club clutching my over-sized black leather jacket tighter to myself. I was cold and my little black dress clearly didn’t help.

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No Luxury For The Broken

Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader

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Theme Songs: Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift feat. Civil Wars   The Troubles by U2    Hurt by Johnny Cash

Summary: No one could’ve been able to simply…rape you-you were as well trained as Natasha, one of the world’s deadliest assassins…But this man? He was someone else. And you didn’t escape it. 
Now, you have to live with the trauma. Everyone felt pain for you-but your dad, Tony? ….He felt it so. much. worse.

Warnings: r*pe, swearing, r*pe trauma, trauma, protective tony and his grief is a hazard, as always. nakedness, r*pe injuries, f*cking said once. mention of sex. 

Word Count: 2,245 words

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The bleeding of tears in your eyes. 


The fatigue and the heat washed over you.


The feeling of needing to crumble.

But where could you collapse?

The feeling of New York air right outside a luxury building was no help. The ruined makeup that included the waterproof mascara was a downer. The ripping off your wedges because you could not walk in them anymore. 

Slowly your body had fallen and came to the clean, concrete ground. You huddled yourself close together in the leather jacket over your burgundy shift dress. 

It was a private party. It was the weirdest thing, because you were the only one out of your family invited. Well, it was a youth business thing by Hylech. You were involved in Stark Industries, a little. So it made sense. 

Your hand had just barely gotten over shaking enough to pull out your phone and to call your dad. You pressed “Daddy” on your contacts and raised the phone to your dominant ear. 


“D-Dad?” You pushed out of your mouth. 

“Sweetheart, you okay? Are you crying?” He asks alarmed.

“Can you pick me up, please?” Your voice trembled. Cars simply went past the building while you sat with the dim light coming from the right. 


“You’ll wanna bring Bruce with you…”

“I’ll be right there, I promise, I’ll be right there-”

“Hurry…” Your voice is only able to get out at under a whisper. Your eyes fall to a close. 

You knew your dad would hurry. When he was worried about you, uh, he was incredibly worried about you. And he heard your voice, too, so he may’ve been sprinting down the stairs and not saying a word to the team. 

So the minutes went by and by. You’d found will to put your wedges back on, as much as you didn’t think you’d be able to push yourself to walk. You kept pulling your jacket closer together, and your dress further down. And you covered your face with your hands. You gave your eyes darkness. And darkness it saw. 

Noises became blurrier with the intense clouding of your mind. He’d get here…He’d get here…

Bright lights suddenly hit your eyelids. That must’ve been him, but you couldn’t open your eyes. The lights then came off, and you found the will to open them up to a crack. 

It was somewhat fuzzy and blurry, but you could recognize your dad’s figure rushing over. When he knelt down in front of you, he cupped your face and what he looked like was clear. You’d never thought a face could be so terrified. 

“Baby…What happened to you?” You heard blurred. 

Struggling was feeling infinite…

And then feeling was gone. 

There would never be one word to describe Tony’s worry. Not even infinite. 

Natasha drove as fast as she could without getting a ticket to the tower while Tony and Bruce tried to figure out what had happened to you in the backseat. Bruce had brought a kit, so he could do minor things before they got back. 

Bruce looked all over her skin, her face, everywhere observable without taking clothes off besides her jacket. He found bruises on her wrists, a gash on her temple that could’ve been caused by glass. 

“She was at a party, Bruce, what could’ve gotten her hurt at a party?!” Tony exclaimed. The only things he could look at were his daughter and you. 

“I’m not sure, Tony.” Bruce keeps looking at your unconscious body carefully, looking at every injury or sign of what could’ve hurt you. He thought and thought, though. There was only one possibility he could think of at the moment, though…He couldn’t think of anything else. 



Bruce’s eyes were already showing pain to say what he was going to say. 

“She may’ve been raped,” He said lowly. 

Natasha’s eyes grew large and terrified at the thought of you raped. It would be easy for you to be a target because you were Tony’s daughter…But you were just at a public event. How would’ve that happened?

Tony is frozen, petrified, mortified. No, not his daughter. No, she couldn’t’ve been raped. You were too strong to…No…

“No,” Tony replies in straight denial. “She couldn’t have been raped-she wasn’t raped, Bruce.”

“Tony, what else could’ve it been?” Bruce asks softly. Natasha thought the same thing. 

“No…” Tony whispered. But he looked down at your body. Bruises. Gash. A broken expression. There was so much more that Tony was denying. 

“No, not my baby,” He whispered. 

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#3 + #5 please? from the songs prompts :)

3. “She’s an angel.” & 5. “How could you ever turn her down?”


Being best friends with Harry wasn’t very easy, especially when your feelings towards him were more than friendly.

Harry was raised to be a gentleman besides the fact that he was someone touchy towards those he felt comfortable around and loved, not the perfect mix when he made you weak just by looking at him.

You were sitting with Gemma on her childhood bed as you were all in Holmes Chapel. You groaned, lying on your back, “Your brother will be the death of me, Gem.”

“I personally think you should tell him how you feel. I know my brother, he feels the same way.” Gem has been trying to convince you to admit your feelings for as long as you remember. Always being the one to comfort you when pictures of Harry and another woman getting too close were anywhere.


“No but’s. Tonight. After dinner.”

Time was going too quickly for you. You were sat with Anne, Gemma and Harry, eating. Gem kept shooting you looks, you discreetly shaking your head and glaring at her.

“What are you two about?” Harry chuckled, looking at you and Gem from beside you, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“Hm? Oh, nothing, nothing.” You answered, smiling his way before looking back at your plate.

Soon, all of you were full and had cleaned the table. “Here Anne, I’ll help you with the dishes.”

“No, I got it.” Gem pushed you gently with her hip, “There’s something you should be doing anyway.”

You glared at her, Anne shooting you a funny look. You groaned before straightening up your posture, organizing the words in your head. Gemma gave you supportive thumbs up and Anne shot you a good-luck smile, knowing what this was all about.

You walked towards the backyard where Harry was, sitting on the swing, rocking back and forth gently. “Can I sit?” You said quietly, pointing at the empty seat beside him.

“Yeah, of course.” He gave you his million dollar smile. That smile.

You sat and immediately began playing with the hem of your blouse. “What do you want to say?” Harry chuckled at you.

You looked at him confusingly. “How do you know?”

“You’re playing with your shirt. Also, you have your hair tucked behind your ear so you’re nervous.” Harry said effortlessly, making you dumbfounded. “Shit, I hope that didn’t sound creepy.”

You swallowed, shaking your head before looking at your lap. “I have to tell you something.”

Harry nodded, turning his body towards you and holding your hands in his, rubbing your knuckles with his thumbs reassuringly. “I’m just going to blurt it out, okay?”

“You’re making me nervous, love.” He chuckled.

You took a breath before looking at him, staring into his emerald green eyes, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, sw-”

“No, no. Not like that.” You took your hands out of his, throwing your arms around. “I love love you, Harry. The kind of love that is not friendly.” You said nervously, looking at his face as it fell.

“How long?” He managed to get out.

“A few years now.” You mumbled, studying his face.

“Oh, wow,” Harry chuckled, running his hand through his hair.

“Yeah, wow.” You chuckled bitterly, looking at the sky. “That was such a dumb move. Stupid me. I’ll go.” You rushed past him, your nose feeling stuffy and your eyes brimming with tears.

Gemma and Anne were startled when they found you storming inside, rushing towards the guest room where your stuff were. Gemma and Anne shared a look before Anne followed you and Gemma walked to the backyard.

“What happened?” Gemma asked once she found Harry pacing, his hand tugging his hair.

Harry stopped, looking at his sister. “She loves me.” Gemma nodded for her brother to continue, “She loves me. Loves loves me.”

“Yes, Harry. What have you done, now?” She groaned. “What did you tell her? Did you turn her down?”

Harry stopped thinking for a moment before the thought pierced his brain. Did you translate his reaction to him turning you down? Shit, it did seem that way.

“How could you ever turn her down?” Harry whispered to himself, “You dumb fuck.”

“Harry! Snap out of it! What did you tell her?” Gemma said after she snapped her fingers in front of Harry’s face.

“I told her wow.”

“The poor girl admits she’s in love with you and all you say is wow?!” Gemma snapped at him.

“Shit. Fuck. Did you know about this?” Harry asked his sister frantically.

“Yes! Ever since it was small actually. I think everyone knows.”

“She had to watch me through relationships and listen to me babble about other women while she loved me? Fuck!” Harry cursed, “She’s an angel. She’s a fucking angel.” Harry whispered to himself.

“An angel that you’re going to lose if you don’t hurry the fuck up and tell her you love her.” Gemma reminded him.

“Love her, yes! I love you!” Harry screamed before giving his sister a sloppy kiss on her cheek, “Y/N! Wait!” He screamed before running past Gemma and running up the stairs and barging into the guest room, seeing you zipping up your suitcase. Yours and Anne’s faces were turned where he stood, panting before Anne grinned, excusing herself and leaving the room, closing the door behind her.

“Don’t go.” Harry said quietly before he grinned, “Don’t go because I love you. I love love you.”

Your eyes widened as you found him approaching you, making your back hit the wardrobe as Harry put his hands on your waist, his lips brushing yours.

“You do?” You asked quietly, your heart racing.

Harry nodded, a smile on his face. “I love you. I love love you.”

With a smile on yours, “I love love you, too.” Was what you said before his lips were on yours.


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Worked Up

Originally posted by goofygoobler

Originally posted by babyspencerreid

Imagine: going to see the fireworks with the team and undergoing an anxiety attack, Spencer calming you down.

Pairing: Platonic!Spencer x reader p(romantic I guess if you squint)

Warnings: Anxiety attack on your fictional part, fluff.

((Happy 4th of July to all my friends, American or not. I wrote this because tonight was a shit-show. I went to go see fireworks on the beach and some idiots didn’t light it properly and it went sideways and hit a bunch of people. Everyone was alright but it was traumatizing. People screamed, kids were crying and most people ran in my direction. There were also fireworks heading into the sea and firework wrapping everywhere. I know there is going to be so much trash on the beach. A beach where sea turtles come to lay their eggs. I hated it. Anyways, here you go!))


The sand felt warm and delightful between your toes as you ran across the beach to meet up with your friends. The sun was leaving orange, pink, purple and yellow hues as it set, sky slowly darkening.

The team was currently sitting on a few large beach blankets and towels, chatting and laughing. Henry, Kai, and Jack were all playing with some sparklers under the supervision of Joy, JJ, William and Hotch, Rossi and Hayden walking down by the waves, feet getting wet.

“Hey guys!” The rest of the team cheered your name in a friendly manner, Tara and Garcia shuffling over to give you room. “I brought refreshments!” You shrugged your cooler off of your shoulder, beers clinking as it hit the ground.

“I was waiting for this!’ Morgan grabbed one, taking a bottle opener and popping off the cap. "Alright Y/n, that’s all we needed you for, you can go now.” He teased, eyes widening when you lunged for him playfully.

“Happy Independence Day!” Penelope cheered, giving you a hug. “What’s in the other bag?” She gasped, pulling out pinwheels, headbands with red, white, and blue stars, and fake temporary tattoos.

“I brought plenty for the kids but for us too!” You cheered triumphantly. “How else should we celebrate America by getting drunk and crazy. Not that it’s different from any other day for me, am I right?” You winked.

You turned to look at Spencer, teasingly rolling your eyes at his usual attire. “I brought something for you too Spence. I think you are really gonna love it.” He looked a little shocked and you had to suppress a giggle. “Ta-da!” You pulled out a pair of shorts with the American flag on it. Morgan broke out in a chuckle, taking the shorts and inspecting them.

“It’s perfect, right? Do you want to try it on?” You gestured to the bathhouses on the beach a little ways away.

“No thank you, I’m fine. I uh…appreciate it though.” He smiled weakly. You relented, running your hands through his hair and ruffling it up. “Your loss.” You warned, opening up your own beer.

“So, we’re heading to Aaron’s house afterwards for some late night grilling and s'mores. I would offer my place but I’m sure the landlady would complain….. again. Anyways, are you in?” Penelope asked, already getting dolled up with the headbands and using a peice of ice from your cooler to cover her arms in tattoos.

You nodded and easily fell into conversation with everyone, Sky soon becoming dark. Soon everyone regrouped to sit together anxious for the fireworks to start.


“There we go!” JJ squealed to her son, moving him in her lap. Your heart immediately started pounding, and you told yourself it was just the initial shock, but as the fireworks kept going you felt like you were frozen to the ground.

Each pop made you think of a gunshot and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Each firework sounded like a gunshot and you couldn’t help but think of all the people who had died this previous year, people who died because you shot, never mind the fact that they were murdererous, kidnappers, rapists, you still took their lives.

You were shaking, sweat palpitating on your forehead. You felt like someone was choking you. Each cheer of excitement sounded like a shrieking scream. The screams kept getting louder and louder and you didn’t know what to do.

“Y/n!” Spencer came over to you, whispering. “Y/n it’s okay. Breathe deeply.” Spencer recognized that you were having a panic attack, eyes laced with concern. “In and out like this, see?” He demonstrated and you tried your best to follow his example. “Do you want to move? We don’t have to stay here.” He reminded you.

With wide eyes you nodded as best as you could, and he helped you off the ground, holding you bridal style and leading you out into the parking lot the beach where the noises where a bit muffled.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of Y/n. This feeling is only temporary alright? Just breathe….breathe please…” He stayed with you the entirety of your panic attack until you calmed down enough, leading you to your car. “Do you want me to tell the team you’re not up for the barbeque?”

“Well, I don’t want to spend the holiday alone. All my stuff is back there anyway.” You sighed, running your hand through your hair. Spencer held his hand up, a weak smile on his face.

“I’ll spend the holiday with you. And, don’t-don’t worry, I’ll grab your stuff. Are you absolutely, positively sure that you’re alright if I leave? Just for a moment?” You paused, nodding, a smile slowly forming on your face, Spencer was so sweet.

You heard a few more pops, softer now that you were in the car. You hoped the kids were all safe and no one knew that you had freaked out. You were sure that they had most likely gone through something like this before but you didn’t want to make it a big deal.

You made out Spencer’s frame as he approached your car, and when he stepped in front of the headlights you couldn’t help but laugh. He had thrown the shorts you had gotten for him on over his pants, wearing one of your headbands. He plopped into the passenger seat, jumping back when he caught your stare.

“I didn’t have time to put on the tattoos.” He simply explained, his eyes grinning for him as he tried to keep a straight face. You started pulling out of the parking lot, cheeks burning from smirking so much.

It was so great to have a friend like him.

anonymous asked:

Different anon than the one who requested it initially, but if it's not too much trouble do you think you could do a part 2 to the angsty ask where the s/o of Noctis leaves the chocobros after the misunderstanding and Ardyn influences them to leave? I love your writing!

Please write continuation to “Noctis s/o leaves with Ardyn bc of misunderstanding” please please ❤ Your writing is so good! :)

Omg continuation of the s/o going with ardyn fic please?? I have to know noct’s reaction to s/o siding with the creep

Part two! A bit of angst, a bit of fluff. It’s long, so it’s under the cut. Enjoy!

When you’d joined Ardyn, you didn’t know a much about him. Hell, you didn’t really have any choice, or anywhere else to go. You noticed that he liked to drone on and on, talking about anything and everything, just so he could hear the sound of his own voice.

“My dear,” he called to you, his lilting voice airy and light. “Come along. There is something I want for you to see.”

He took your hand and looped it through his arm and walked with you. It would have almost been gentlemanly, if you hadn’t noticed that glint in his eyes, and the long, purposeful strides he took with every step.

You were at an Imperial base. You tensed, knowing that your enemies were so close by. Ardyn tutted when he felt you stiffen, and patted your hand like a child.

“Never fear, darling,” he smiled like a cat in the dark. “Let us take higher ground. We wouldn’t want to miss the show.”

You were confused as he led you up a guard tower that overlooked the entirety of the base. From your vantage point, you could see pretty much everything that was going on. Under a spotlight though, in a parking lot, you noticed something familiar.

“Is that…the Regalia?” you asked, more to yourself than to him. But Ardyn never missed a cue to speak up.

“Ah, yes,” he mused. “Your beloved luxury automobile. Lovely piece of machinery. And wouldn’t you know,” he clucked his tongue. “Some familiar faces are here. Presumably, to take it back.”

You turned to see where he was looking, and immediately spotted who he was referring to. You felt your chest tighten and tears immediately sprang to the corners of your eyes.


“Yes,” he drew out the last consonant, sounding almost like a snake as it slithered through your ears. “Your dearest prince. Let us watch, shall we, and see just what he’s capable of.”

Your hands came up to reach the railing of the guard tower, your knuckles going white from gripping the metal so hard. You watched as Noctis warped from one end of the base to the other, taking out imperial soldiers silently and sticking to the shadows. Your other three friends trailed behind him, moving from one section of the base to another, eliminating one enemy after another.

“Bravo to the young prince,” Ardyn said, clapping his hands as the two of you watched the four men approach the Regalia. “But will they be ready for what happens next?”

You immediately turned to face him, your eyes filled with dread. Ardyn looked absolutely calm as he kept his eyes on Noctis and the others. You turned to look and saw a MA-X maniple emerging from the cover of darkness, stomping its way toward your friends and shooting laser beams at them. You covered your mouth with your hands and made to run for the stairs, but an animalistic grip on your arm held you back. Ardyn still wasn’t looking at you, but his grip on your arm tightened.

“Not yet, my dear.”

You watched helplessly as imperial soldiers filed into the open lot, and couldn’t move as you watched your friends struggle to keep them at bay. All of a sudden, the sky turned a curious shade of purple and you looked up.

“Six…” you swore as the clouds opened up and Ramuh himself emerged. It must be Noctis, you thought. You watched as the astral raised his staff and a bolt of lightning descended down upon the base, lighting everything with celestial flame.

You had to shield your eyes from all the chaos and destruction. When you opened your eyes, Noctis and the others were just fine, and all of the imperial soldiers had been wiped out. You watched as they made their way towards the Regalia once more.

“Come along,” he finally said, looping your arm around his yet again. “Let’s go pay your friends a little visit.”

By the time you made your way down to where they were, your pulse echoing in your ears, you saw a many you’d met once or twice while traveling with Ardyn—Ravus—descending his sword upon Gladio, who used his own weapon to block it. Then, in a flash, Ravus used the butt of his sword to strike Gladio in the stomach, sending him flying back and crashing into the car.

“Gladio!” the name escaped your throat before you could help your self.

“Hey!” Noctis growled, seemingly not having heard you. “Wanna go? Let’s do it.” He summoned his Royal Arms and they circled around him in a glowing blue light.

Ravus sneered. “If the Chosen should fall, that too, is fate.”

Ardyn stepped forward. “I’d say that’s far enough.” He turned to Noctis. “A hand, highness?”

“Not from you,” he spat.

“Oh,” Ardyn grinned. “But I’m here to help.”

“And how is that?” Ignis bristled.

“By taking the army away,” he responded.

“You expect us to believe that?” Gladio sneered.

Ardyn waved his hand. “If you don’t believe me, then believe your old friend.” He stepped to the side and you moved into the light. Noct’s face fell, his eyes going wide. Your name tumbled from his lips, a sound you weren’t sure you’d ever hear again. Tears blurred your vision, but you couldn’t summon the strength to move towards him.

“When next we meet, it’ll be across the seas,” he continued. “Just so happens that we have business of our own with the tutelary deity. Don’t we?” He turned to Ravus, who glared at Ardyn over his shoulder. “Fare thee well, your Majesty. And safe travels.” He then turned to you, gathering your hands in his. “This is where we part, my dear.” He lifted your hands and pressed a kiss to each one. You locked eyes with Noctis, who looked as if he was squaring up again for a fight. “This is where we part ways for the time being. But rest assured, we will be seeing each other again soon.”

Your hands fell limply to your sides, and Ardyn and Ravus disappeared.

You were met with an uncomfortable silence as you were left alone with your friends. Noctis was looking at you like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Gladio still favoured the spot where Ravus struck him, and Ignis’ eyes regarded you curiously. It had been Prompto who had broken the quiet.

“You’re back!” he ran over and threw his arms around you in a hug. “We missed you! What were you doing with him? Are you okay?” Thank the Six for friends like Prompto, you thought to yourself.

“Can I explain at camp?” you asked in a small voice.

Ignis nodded. “That might be best. Come, we’ve set up a campsite just outside the base.”

Noctis was quiet the entire time. The fire was going, Ignis had cooked up a meal, and you all sat around, chatting briefly about what happened while you were away. Prompto retold tales of hunts and new people they’d met, while Gladio told you about taking down Titan. You told them the bare minimum of what happened when you joined Ardyn, but you didn’t tell them why you left. The others understood that those details were meant for a private conversation.

Prompto, Ignis and Gladio bid you two goodnight and left you alone by the embers of the dying fire. You were finally alone.

You stood, kicking small waves of dirt into the fire pit. Noctis stood a small distance away. You wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch him, but you kept your hands around yourself, not wanting to overstep your bounds.

“Why did you go?” he finally asked, his voice cutting through the silence. “You left without saying goodbye.”

You scoffed. “Not like I had much choice.”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I heard what you said,” you told him, your voice raising slightly. “About me. Being a distraction. I didn’t want to be the burden you clearly saw me as, so I decided to leave, okay? Is that what you want to hear? Ardyn was there and offered me a way out, so I took it.”

His face fell. “Did he hurt you?”

You looked up at the sky, partially to keep your tears at bay. “No, nothing like that,” you said, tucking your chin down close to your chest. “I just didn’t see any other way. I had nowhere to go. And you didn’t want me anymore, so…” Your breath hitched and you closed your eyes. You felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, and realized after a beat that Noctis was holding you. “Please, stop,” you whimpered, trying to pull away. “I don’t want your pity.”

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, burying his face into your neck. “I never meant to hurt you, I swear. I didn’t know that you were listening when I said those things…and that doesn’t excuse it. I just meant that I didn’t want you there because I didn’t want you to get hurt. Because if you were to get hurt because of me, I don’t know what I’d do.”

He lifted his head and looked into your glossy eyes. He wiped the tears from your face with the pads of his thumbs.


“I always want you,” he promised. “I’ve never stopped wanting you.”

You let out a small, incredulous laugh and sniffled, throwing your arms around him. He pulled you close, savouring the feeling of you in his arms again, finally.

He pulled away only briefly to bring you back in for a kiss. You drank him in, relishing the feeling of his lips on yours. You didn’t realize you were still crying until you pulled away and he kissed the tears off your cheeks.

“Come on,” he took your hand and led you to the tent. “Let’s get some rest.”

You nodded and quietly made your way inside, trying your best not to disturb anyone. You laid beside him, nose-to-nose, and he held you close as if he was afraid to lose you again. You  placed a hand on his chest, the gentle and constant thrum of his heartbeat lulling you to sleep. In his arms, you were home.