#I hope that night doesnt stay stained by him forever.

[whqtsername]

The Way You Miss Me

Pairing: Eren / Mikasa

Rating: M

Genre: angsty smut

Length: 1.9k words

Notes: Hi! Sorry for the 2 year hiatus. I hope there are still eremika fans here. This is an angsty one, enjoy!

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She stands paralyzed in front of the gate, wondering if maybe she’s made a mistake by coming here. Maybe she should leave; maybe this isn’t the way she should go about these things. She’s not sure. 

She rings his apartment. A couple moments later, she hears him answer.

“Hello?”

A shiver runs down her spine. It’s been so long. 

“Hey, it’s me.” She says. 

The gate buzzes and she opens it, taking deep breaths as she walks up the steps into the building. As she waits for the elevator, her mind rushes. Leave now, this is a bad idea. Leave. Leave. Leave. 

She doesn’t listen.

The elevator doors open and she walks in. She presses the button to the 9th floor, as she’d done many times before, in different circumstances. The old elevator rattles as it rises to the 9th floor, but she’s so used to the noise that it doesn’t freak her out like it used to. 

She gets off, and feels her heart in her throat as she makes her way to his apartment. It’s muscle memory - if she had been blindfolded, she would’ve still found her way to him. She stands in front of his door for a few moments. 

She rings the doorbell. 

Footsteps. Fumbling. You can still leave. Keys turning.

He opens the door, and they just stare at each other for a moment before either of them says anything.

“Hey, Mikasa.” He speaks first. She’d almost forgotten what her name sounded like when he said it.

“Hey, Eren.” She hopes he can’t discern the shakiness in her voice. 

“You cut your hair.” He says, pointing out her new pixie cut, the result of a bathtub breakdown a couple of nights ago. 

“You haven’t.” She replies. His hair is longer than when she last saw him - it’s past his shoulders now; and it looks like he hasn’t shaved in a while either. 

They both smile, and he finally lets her in. She’s only here to pick up whatever is left of her belongings. Nothing else. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over.

His apartment still looks the same - messy and unkept, but maybe more so than usual. She spots the ceramic ashtray she’d made and given to him as a gift on the coffee table. It’s full of ashes and cigarettes - including one with a black lipstick stain. 

It’s the one she smoked on the night they broke up. 

She brushes past it and looks over to him again. He looks different, but she can’t quite understand why. 

“So…” she says, “what did you want me to come here and get?”

“Oh uh-” He fumbles a bit. “Your stuff is in the bedroom. I put everything in a box for you.”

She hesitates for a moment, but follows him to the bedroom. 

It’s messy, as usual. His bed is unmade and his clothes are scattered across the floor - his untidiness used to drive her crazy. 

She sees that the little drawer in his bedside table, where he used to keep his condoms, has been left open and her heart hurts. 

She wonders how many women he’s had over since their breakup. It shouldn’t bother her. It doesnt. 

Her things are inside a cardboard box. It sits on top of his dresser, almost insultingly - as if its contents didn’t use to occupy those drawers. 

She looks through it and sees what she thought she might find - her toothbrush, a couple pairs of panties, a sweater she’s been looking for forever and… His t-shirt that she used to sleep in. 

She doesn’t hesitate.

“This is yours.” She says, picking up the raggedy Metallica shirt that was about 2 sizes too big for her. It still smells like him, somehow. 

“I uh- I thought you might want to keep it.” He scrambles, “It’s basically yours already.”

She hesitates. 

“Okay.” She shoves it back in the box and picks it up. 

Time to leave. It’s over. 

It’s over. 

It’s over. 

As she’s making her way to the door, he stops her. 

“Hey,” he pauses for a bit, unsure. “Do you want to maybe stay for a glass of wine and a cigarette?”

She doesn’t think about it hard enough. 

“Sure.” She responds. 

Before she knows it, they’re two bottles in and the world suddenly doesn’t seem so heavy anymore. She doesn’t think about the fact that once she leaves, she will never see him again. 

She doesn’t quite remember why she left him now. It’s hazy, and his green eyes are shining in the late afternoon sun, so she can’t think of anything else. 

It’s him. It’s Eren. It’s always been him. 

She wonders if they were doomed from the start. If there’s anything they could’ve done differently, because right now she feels complete. 

“What?” He says, and she realizes she’s been staring. 

“Uh…” she fumbles a bit with her words, “have you got another cigarette? I’m out.”

He reaches out to the table, picking up the small paper package that sits idly, with only 2 cigarettes left in it. He gives one to her and brings the other one to his lips. He lights his with his lighter, but instead of doing the same to hers, he gestures for her to scoot closer, and lights her cigarette with his own. 

Mikasa shivers. God, does she really have to leave him?

She lingers close to him for a while instead of going back to her spot on the couch. She feels his breath on her cheek, and it’s taking every little bit of strength in her to not kiss him.

So he does it for her. 

It’s just as she remembers. It’s soft and urgent, but somehow also feels melancholic. 

But she pushes him away.

“Eren I,” she stammers, unsure. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Yeah,” He responds, and takes a puff of his cigarette. “I know.”

They’re both quiet. Mikasa looks at him again. His eyes look glassy, and she just wants to hold him and tell him she will stay with him, and that she will never leave.

 Instead, she puts out her barely smoked cigarette and stands up. She grabs her purse and the box with her things. She’s going to walk out the door. It’s over. 

He follows her and opens it for her. She can’t bear to look him in the eye, so she stares at her feet instead. 

“Thank you,” she says.

“It’s fine.” He responds. 

She lingers at his doorstep, delaying the inevitable. She needs to leave, but something keeps her in her place.

She finally looks back up at him. Their eyes meet. This time, she doesn’t hesitate, and she doesn’t hold herself back. 

She drops the box and kisses him. 

And he kisses her.

He closes the door behind her and takes her in his arms. They make their way to his bedroom once more, almost desperately. It feels right. Every touch, every kiss feels like heaven. Why did she ever leave? He’s the only one that can make her feel this way. 

He undresses her as if she is sacred and he’s unworthy of touching such a heavenly body. She shivers under his fingertips, her hands clutching his hair as if her life depends on it. 

He kisses her neck, her clavicles, down her chest and abdomen, and stops just below her navel. He looks up at her with his emerald eyes, hazy with lust. She looks back at him and strokes his cheek, he closes his eyes and leans into her touch, kissing her palm. She thinks she sees tears forming in the corners of his eyes, but he moves back too quickly for her to be sure. Slowly he removes her underwear, as if she’s made of porcelain and any wrong move could shatter her. 

His breath hitches as he stares down at her. He doesn’t say anything, and although she’s fully nude, she feels even more naked under his gaze. Like he can look past her body and into her soul. 

After just a moment, he dives back down between her legs. She arches her back, overwhelmed. It feels different than any other time he’s eaten her out during their relationship. It’s more desperate, more raw, and it makes her entire body tingle. She surrenders to his lips and moans.

She can feel just how much he needs her, how much he craves her. He holds her tightly, his fingers digging into her torso, as if she would disappear if he were to let go. 

She doesn’t want him to let go. 

Mikasa melts into his mouth, unabashedly grinding her hips on his face. Surrendering herself entirely to him, shamelessly indulging in something she knows she shouldn't. 

Time seems to slow down as she starts to feel the pressure coiling in her lower abdomen. With one last drawn out moan, she climaxes.

It takes her a moment to come back down to Earth. 

And when she does, she sees him. She can’t even decipher the look in his eyes, but she doesn’t care. She pulls him down and kisses him fiercely, hungrier for him than she’s ever felt before. 

There are no more rational thoughts in her head. It’s just him. She needs him. They fumble with his clothes, hastily removing his shirt and pants whilst trying to not break their kiss. 

They stop once he’s naked. He looks at her asking for permission and she gives it to him, without uttering a word.

He buries himself inside her, and she feels complete.

Slowly, he starts thrusting himself into her, and she feels his hot breath on her neck, which makes her tingle and tighten herself around him.

He groans in response and mumbles something she can’t quite make out, but it doesn’t matter, she’s happy for the first time in weeks. His touch feels like home, and she doesn’t want to be apart ever again.

She wraps her legs around his waist, moaning into his ear and urging him to go faster, to give her more, but he keeps his pace.

He’s savoring it. 

“Please,” She whispers, and he can’t hold himself back.

He pounds into her, all his hunger, his frustration, his melancholy culminating in this very moment. He doesn’t just want her, he needs her. 

And she needs him. 

Her fingernails draw blood from his back - she needs him closer. Closer.

“Please Eren,” She begs, “Harder,”

He grunts and obliges.

“I love you,” He whispers between labored breaths, and she almost doesn’t hear it.

“I love you too,” She replies without hesitating. 

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” 

She doesn’t reply, but holds him tighter. He does the same to her, and in that moment, if only for a second, they become one. 

“Come inside me,” She whimpers.

He obeys. She feels him spill inside her, and euphoria washes over the both of them as they lay in the afterglow.

Mikasa allows herself to linger in his arms for longer than she should. She tenderly strokes his hair, trying to keep herself in this moment for just a minute more, but fails to fight the tears threatening to come out of her eyes.

“I-” She starts, choking up. “I need to go.”

“Stay,” He says, broken.

“I can’t.” She responds, gathering her clothes and dressing back up.

“Please,” He grabs her hand and she looks back at him. He’s crying, too. “Stay with me.”

She hesitates for a moment.

“I can’t.” She says, though every part of her wants her to. 

“Goodbye, Eren.”

She doesn’t look back at him as she walks away.

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Memory • Xiao

Description: You promised him you'll come back, thousands of years later he still believes you. Is it finally time for you to meet again?

A/n: English in not my first language so sorry for any mistakes, not proofread. Also idk what to do for part 2 huhu T-T

Tags: [reincarnation] [angst/little comfort] [reader died]

Fire and explosion lit up Xiao's dim eyes, sparks of light making it seem like he held the galaxy in his pupils. Those same eyes looked at you, not with the usual soft and loving gaze but instead with regret and despair.

"Xiao... please dont look at me like that" you pleaded.

You reach out your hand to touch his cheek, where a few tears have started to stream.

He dared to be weak around you, even when he's at war.

"Dearest, keep your eyes open, will you?" He clutched your hand.

"I will, I will." you chuckle.

You look up to see the blood-stained clouds. The once blue sky was now red in colour, and reflected nothing but the misery of the world.

"Once the sky is clear and the dust have settled, promise to find me at our spot." You requested.

"I promise, i promise to find you even if it takes a thousand years." Xiao declares.

As you take your last breath, Xiao cant help feel infuriated towards the deities and gods, for dragging those who are innocent in a war full of violence.

~

Xiao recalls your last moments while sitting beside a lake.

After millenniums he still remembers all the little details. How can he ever forget you, when you were the only one who made his life worth living.

Ever since that war, ever since that moment he has promised to protect the innocent people of Teyvat. He knows it's what you would've wanted.

Whenever he felt turmoil, he would go to your favourite place. To your spot.

The place was tranquil and quiet, as if a leaf falling can be heared. Tall trees surrounded the area and lush greenery filled the territory.

A small, clear lake can be found at the eye of it. With small fishes and big boulders around it.

He'll never forget that time you tried taking a seat on one of those rocks and took a swim with the koi.

He also recalls that time you made flower crowns using the flowers around the forest.

And that time you climbed a tree and couldnt figure out how to go back down.

He misses those times, he misses you. A lot.

Xiao doesnt notice but after thousands of years, he's slowly starting to forget your face. When he tries to picture your features in his mind, he misses a couple details or sometimes he cant remember the spark in your eyes and how they reflected the stars.

While in a trip down memory lane, he lost track of time and soon the moon began to rise.

The lake was even more beautiful at night with the moon casted on the crystal waters.

He can only wish to stay here forever, but unfortunately he's gonna have to leave.

Songs of night birds and barks of animals filled the night, behind the chime of wild animals were the sound of breaking leave and footsteps.

He didnt think much of it as in can only be monsters, and he really didnt want to spill blood around this area so he ignored it and headed to the direction of Liyue's towns.

That was, until he heard a voice.

"Uhm hello? Is anyone there? Please I dont mean any harm! I'm just lost" someone called out.

Xiao can feel his heart racing, his mind was lost in thought. He feels like his chest is about to burst.

Is it really you?

He knows the chances are slim, and he doesnt want to get his hopes up. But part of him still yearns that it's you he's facing right now.

"Stop right there! Dont move an inch closer" He said, eyes wandering around, looking for the person who spoke.

Xiao spotted a figure near the trees, a floor length cloak covering their face and body.

"Please, I was traveling to Liyue but my horse wandered off to the forest! Now I cant find my way back on track." They said as they took of their cloth, trying to prove they're human.

As the cloak drops to the soil, so does Xiao's heart.

How can someone, have such similar voice and figure as you?

Could it be...?

You took a step closer to him leaving the shadows. The dim moonlight illuminated your face.

"Y/n?" Xiao whispered.

[the-whispers-of-death]

*chanting* angst angst angst angst angst !!!!!!!!! YEAHHHH !!! i love to see it,,

butcher's telling me he feels no shame at all, and in the end, he tells me hes close to tolerating stone now just for being ballsy, but like i wouldnt be surprised if he's also the reason dominic ends up getting fired too

sylvester's just looking at mārīte and laila like "just.. go to kali's for the night.. no, 2 days. okay? i dont want you two anywhere near the house for a little while. i'll let him know you two are on the way. we'll talk about this later... i dont like this either, but i have no answers."

he also just ends up calling a cab for dominic. sylvester doubts stone wants any workers/friends staying overnight (like how dominic usually would if the weather's shit or if he stayed too late)

so he just goes back to the kitchen, quietly finishes up making what would have been the family dinner, and just passes out on the couch. the lights are all still on but he doesnt care at that moment

i'd say he attempts to talk to stone trough the door, but he doubts there will be any answer, so he just sends in monster. maybe she'll at least be comforting to him :(

I feel like for two days, the door to the bedroom is locked until the third day and it opens when Sylvester tries the doorknob. And Stone's not there, he's left through the window and the only things in the bedroom is all of Sylvester's clothes and some of Stone's. There's an envelope on the bed that's filled with cash, Stone's keys to his jeep and the keys to the house and barn, and a folded letter.

The letter reads:

Dear Sylvester,

I'm sorry for leaving in the middle of the night, my beloved, but I can't stay here. I keep seeing my dead father when I try to sleep and I keep hearing the gunshot that killed him. And... I can't help but feel angry that you're friends with the man who killed my father.

I know I shouldn't be angry at you, but I am. My heart is full of anger and I don't know who to be angry with. So I left before I could lash out at you or the girls.

I don't know when I'll be back... If I'm ever back. I don't know, I don't know anything right now. All I know is that I need to go away. Don't try to find me.

I've managed to contact Heartthrob's old Corpsman, Bear, and he's agreed to take on the duties that I normally would do around the ranch and he's a damn good doctor if you all ever need one. There's an envelope with Dominic's full severance package, though if you decide to keep him on in spite of all that's happened, that's your choice.

Tell our daughters I love them and I'm sorry for not saying goodbye to them. I hope I find my way back home, but with all I'm feeling at the time of me writing this, I don't know if I will.

Butcher always did say you should ditch me and perhaps he was right about it. Perhaps I was wrong to think that I could live a normal, happy life with a loving family. I'm a stain in any family, it's been proven several times before.

I do love you, enough to let you go and find someone better if that's what you wish. You always deserved more than I could give you. Stay safe for me, please.

Forever yours,

Vikram Mishra

He wrote a long-ass letter. (I'm so sorry, the length of it all is funny to me.) Oh and look, Bear's finally incorporated in this AU. I wish Stone didn't leave, but that was all he was telling me. Didn't even tell me where he left.

But also, he left the keys to his jeep, so like how far could he have gotten?

Let's chalk up the lengthy letter that's lowkey all over the place and the lack of planning Stone did to him making a very impulsive decision.

[hugheshugs]

dinner time | t. bordeleau

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<- prev part, this is part three

remember to comment or send me an ask if you wanna be tagged in dbf fics <3

summary: you find out something that upsets you and leads you to avoid dinner but thomas comes to find you anyway.

contains/tw: briss being a bit mean, thom being a sweetheart, y/n being a sad sensitive little baby. kidding. kinda chaotic tbh, a little angsty too.

pairing: dbf!thom x brisson!reader.

word count: 1.3k

note: ik this ones short and not very entertaining but its a filler, like all stories have. gotta get the ball rolling, yk? and sorry it took me so long, sometimes my brain doesnt work the way i want it to but i hope you like this <3

you and thomas had got off to a bold start. neither of you could deny that fact and the regret was slowly starting to settle in. it was wrong—you shouldn't have wanted him to get so close and he shouldn't have let you get so close.

so, as the day went on, both of you kept your distance. luckily, it wasn't awkward but there was a mutual understanding that you both needed to stop anything from progressing, which would be easy to do now seeing as you'd just met.

you'd changed into a different dress, needing to hide the popsicle stain from your dad and because you felt like you'd flashed more of his friends than you would have liked.—you didn't want to flash any of them anyway—after luke walked in on you and thomas, a few of the other men came in too and in your defence, you hadn't realized your skirt was bunched up until thomas scrambled to stand in front of you to block their view.

they were staying over for dinner too, a couple of them staying the night because they'd been drinking. you were given the task to set up the table with hunter but he was too much of a kiss ass to actually help, deciding to hold the plates in his hand while talking to marty instead of putting them down.

you walked over with a little bit of stomp in your step, crossing your arms as you stood in front of them.

"can you please help me set up the table and stop talking to marty?" you asked him before grabbing his arm.

"it's matty, y/n," he corrected.

"oops," you blushed. "sorry, matty."

"all good. go help your sister, hunter. we'll talk later," matty smiled. you uttered a small thank you as hunter was forced to walk over to start helping you.

"i hate you," he grumbled, roughly setting the plates on the table.

"hunter!" you scolded. "you'll break them, be gentle."

"hunter, be gentle," he mimicked, causing you to roll your eyes. "don't tell me what to do."

"whatever," you grumbled, handing him the cutlery. "how long have you known these guys?"

the question had been on your mind since earlier today and you finally had a chance to bring it up. hunter was so at ease with all of them and they all seemed to know him so well. but you'd just met them now so he couldn't have met them that long ago.

"couple years. just met bordy a couple days ago though, dad hasn't seen him in forever," he replied without looking up.

your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him and you felt your heart sink an inch.

"years?" you asked, a bit of sadness in your voice. how had he known them for so long? you hadn't even met them until today.

"they come to the arena occasionally to see dad. that's how i met 'em," he shrugged. "but bordy lived in switzerland for a while, just moved back a couple weeks ago."

you simply nodded your head at his words, pursing your lips as you felt an uneasy feeling in your gut. you stayed quiet until the task was done, heading inside before anyone could catch you. you were always the odd one out amongst the three of you but after that talk, all you felt was disappointment in yourself.

you never gave your dad a reason for him to want you to meet his friends, the people that mean the most to him. for some reason he just assumed you'd already met them, completely forgetting that he'd never taken you back to the ice since your mom left.

it was frustrating, infuriating, even—but it was directed towards yourself. you weren't good enough for him. he wasn't proud enough of you to care and that hurt like hell.

you stayed in your room for a bit, tears welling up in your eyes but you never gave them the power to fall. it was silly, really. you hated how upset you were by this because after all, you were meeting them now anyway. you could be downstairs with them, you could be trying to get to know them better but instead you decided to mope in your room.

it was so contrasting that you felt incredibly overwhelmed. your throat closed up with every passing second and even if you wanted to go talk to them, you couldn't because you didn't trust yourself not to mess anything up.

time passed by and soon enough, it was time for dinner. everyone made their way to the shaded area outside where the table had been set, brendan placing a couple side dishes down before taking his seat. they all sat down but thomas stood in front of the two empty seats, obviously realizing something—someone—was missing.

"where's y/n?" he asked brendan. "isn't she going to eat?"

brendan looked around the table before letting out a deep sigh. "let me call her."

he tapped his foot impatiently while brendan got his phone out, dialling your number only for it to go straight to voicemail. he called you again, texted a couple times as well but you didn't answer.

"whatever, she didn't answer," brendan informed them. "sit down, thom. maybe she isn't hungry."

"maybe she doesn't have her phone on her," thomas pushed. "why don't you go check on her?"

"it's not that big of a deal," brendan insisted, raising his eyebrows at the chair to instruct him. "sit your ass down."

"no," he nearly scoffed. "can i go find her, at least? since you wont."

"god, she's a pain in my ass. yeah, whatever, go find her," brendan shrugged with an irritated expression.

"hurry up, we're hungry," owen commented quickly before thomas walked away.

"you guys can start. i don't know how long it'll take," he told them, beginning to make his way inside the house.

the four walls were silent as he stepped in, other than the breeze of the AC. you weren't in the living room or the kitchen, leading him to search the entire first floor with no luck. if he was being honest, he couldn't believe brendan at the moment. of course he didn't mind checking on you but that was your dad's job. the way he didn't even care to bring you down really rubbed thomas the wrong way.

if anything, he felt for you, but he hoped this wasn't a regular thing. maybe brendan was just tired, so he'd give him the benefit of the doubt for now.

he slowly trudged up the stairs, listening for any sign of your presence. nothing.

starting from his left, he knocked on every door in sight, thinking he'd find you in at least one of them. he hadn't seen you after the fifth but you heard the continuous knocking from your room and walked over to open yours, only to be greeted by him as his fist was ready to knock once more.

"oh my god," you held a hand to your heart. "you scared me."

"seems like i do that a lot," he chuckled lightly. "i've been looking for you."

"oh," your stomach twisted. "is something wrong?"

"no, not at all," he mumbled, taking in the look on your face. you looked heartbroken. that was the only word he could use to describe it.

"they started dinner downstairs. your dad called you but you didn't answer so i came to find you."

your chest sunk. as if on instict, you slammed the door shut before he could see the tears falling from your eyes. he was so kind, and it made you feel so guilty. your heart warmed at his words but your mind began to think about how he was the one to call you down instead of your dad.

"i-i'm not hungry," you spoke against the door. your voice was quiet but it was just loud enough for him to hear. "thanks anyway, i think i'm going to—um, going to sleep now s-so goodnight."

he tried to hide his hurt, confused by your sudden reaction. he slowly nodded his head even though you couldn't see him. "yeah, okay. sounds good, i'll bring you that tide pen tomorrow. goodnight, y/n."

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[modern-vellichor]

Hello, favorite blog writer! :) I may also request a Bucky Imagine where maybe he's your Ex (breaking up cause of he doesnt want to get you in danger cause of the avengers) but he is lost without you and totally changed in the bad way, but you feel the same.. then one night he wants to leave the Avengers behind but Steves get you there and you convince him to stay while hes already on his bike.. then you talk, decide to give your love another chance annnd end up in bed :) hehe. THAAANK YOU DOLL”

HELLO!! you flatter me, my dear. so here you go, babydoll ;)

“Steve,” Bucky barked, “I’m leaving, that’s final.”

“Bucky, don’t be stupid, You’re being stupid.” Steve yelled back, they had been arguing all morning.

Ever since Bucky left you, he had been argumentative and angry. You brought out all the best things in him. He had left you for reasons that now seemed worthless. He wanted to keep you safe, you were like porcelain, delicate and too great to risk. And now he was leaving the source of danger, and he couldn’t get you back.

“Fine!” Steve yelled. “Pack your fucking things!” He stormed out of the room, dialing your number into his phone. You picked up almost immediately. You heard the frustration in Steve’s voice as he begged for your help, and of course you agreed.

As much anger and resentment you held against Bucky, you still wouldn’t let him throw away his entire life. You knew him better than anyone and you knew that this was a bad idea. It would only worsen his mentality, and it was already fragile and unstable. 

Steve fetched you from your apartment. The two of you arrived in the parking lot as Bucky was climbing onto his motorcycle. You clambered out of the car and stood before Bucky, you didn’t dare get too close, and Steve kept his distance. 

“Bucky,” you crooned softly. “Baby, c’mon. Get off the bike, let’s talk this out, yeah?”

He looked star struck. Bucky was entranced by your figure. You stood in the gloomy lot, Bucky didn’t get off the bike, but he did release the handles. You had his full attention.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, his voice was soft and hopeful, almost humorous as he addressed you. “I thought you didn’t want to talk to me.”

“Bucky, you know as well as I do that you’re making a mistake. This is your home. These are your friends. You can’t leave them, you can’t leave me.” You trailed off. 

“Babydoll,” he smiled at you, he patted his seat and opened his arms to you. “We’ll go together. We can live the life you always wanted, me and you. C’mon.” He grinned wide, his pincer sharp teeth on show, the memory of them on your skin haunting you, sending shivers down your spine.

“Bucky, we have the perfect life right here,” you sobbed. You were begging him, you had missed his soul and your bed was cold without him. “Stay, Bucky please. We can fix this, we can have the life we deserve right here, surrounded by people who love you.” Tears welled in your eyes.

As glistening tears rolled down the plains of your cheek, Bucky was taken aback. You chocked on a sob. Bucky clambered off his bike with little grace. He was quick to your side, wrapping his arms and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

“C’mon, love,” he mumbled. “Let’s talk inside.”

You walked the familiar halls to Bucky’s room. You sat on opposite sides of the couch, legs tangling together. You both mumbled apologies. You had spilled your heart in the concrete parking lot. Still beating, you had held it in your hands, bloody and broke, and handed it to him. It was Bucky’s turn to give a heartfelt speech.

“I never wanted to leave you,” he confessed, sitting up so he could be closer to you, you mimicked his actions, your foreheads nearly touching. “I just want to keep you safe, but I love you, I never stopped loving you, not even for a moment, it was never in question, and I never will. You and me, here, forever.”

You chuckled softly, tears of joy threatening to stain your cheeks once more. He held your face in his hands, one calloused and one cool. 

“I love you,” he stated confidently.

“I love you, too, forever,” you whispered, your voice breaking.

When your lips connected it was a frenzy of gnashing teeth and desperate tongues. Your hands roamed each other’s body. Bucky pulled you into his lap, kiss never breaking. He hauled you off the couch and began the hurried journey to his bed.

You moaned into the kiss. His hands became familiar with your body again, his teeth indented on supple skin. Chests pressed together as they heaved, sheets tangled, skin sheening with sweat.

“I never should have left you,” Bucky panted. “I’ll never leave you.”

“I know,” you kissed his head. “I love you.”

[peanut-butter-parkerxx]

he died his hair prank

peter decided to prank y/n by temporarily dying his hair silver..

pairing: peter x fem!reader

status: dating

peters pov

i finally found a way to get revenge on y/n and her stupid yet believable pranks, since she loves my brown hair so much, no i did not decide to cut it aunt may would literally murder me if y/n didnt so it before her, i decided to temporarily dye it silver but she doesnt need to know its temporary ;)

y/n/n and i decided to hang out in the evening since i told her i had to go run some errands for may, thankfully she believed  it, so now im on my way to go buy some hair dye....*nervous laugh*

i got the hair dye and i took all the stuff out spreading them on my bathroom counter, i decided to record this coz i dont think ill dye my hair again any time soon, plus it felt like i was filming a youtube video

"ok so i watched a couple of videos before this coz i dont wanna mess this beautiful gem up" i said reffering to my hair "im obviously not gonna bleach it, so lets hope my hair is light enough to show the dye" i prayed and attempted to put my hair in a ponytail and it looked pretty good, i watched how y/n does it on my hair everytime we do face masks but doing it for yourself is wayyy harder

*A/N: look at this cutie 🥰 anyways back to the story*

i dyed the side of my hair first getting the dye everywhere, thank god i took the bathroom rug out so it would not get stained, and then took the bun out and sectioned it

"dont let me down brad mondo" i whispered getting even more nervous than i was before i brushed the dye of the first section "i did it" i smiled proudly but then it hit me "i did  it, i did it, this part of my hair is silver! oh my god" i was panicking, what am i doing? this is a prank this is a prank its not real calm down peter

suddenly i got a facetime call from y/n

*babyyyy 💕👀 would like to FaceTime*

lit up my screen, i panicked a bit trying to find an excuse to not answer the call or at least not show her my face, but i remembered i was in the bathroom....hopefully this excuse will work

i clicked on 'accept' and waited for her to connect

"hey babyyyy" she beamed, shes cute when shes excited but her smile faded when she couldnt see me "where are you?" she asked

"im in the toilet babe, but i couldnt not answer your call" i laughed trying to act normal and backing up from my phone as much as possible

"oh" she laughed, i wanted to grab something from the counter and i thought i did it carefully but what she said, said otherwise "wait why is your hair silver?" she asked her eyes widening

"wHAT? what do you mean?" i squeeked, i hesitantly put the undyed of my hair to the frame and she sighed in relief "my hair is brown, love nothing to worry about"

"thank god, although you kinda looked like jack frost which was kinda hot....but no no no no i prefer brown, dont even think about it" she warned, i laughed at her statement, it kinda made me more confident, maybe i would look like jack frost "anyways, ill see you in a few, im almost at my house, gotta go, byeee" she said waving her hand at the camera

"byeeee" i put my hand in the frame and waved, she laughed and ended  the call...that was close

after a few curses and an hour of dying my hair, i finished! and im pretty proud of the results, lets just hope my hair doesnt fall out

*A/N: this is the only picture i found of a guy with a somewhat wavy hair so imagine this is him but with messier hair dye and its all over his hair but not till his roots, OH and silver lmao*

so i took a photo of my hair and sent it to ned, he was with me throughout the whole process coz i needed someone to talk to, i usually annoy y/n with my daily rants but i couldnt so ned had to hear me talk abt how Mrs Barbosa gave me extra homework for being late

After I texted Ned, I got a text from y/n/n

"Babyyyy 👀💕: hey Pete, where are we hanging out? My place or yours?"

I told her that she could come to my place because I got a 'surprise' for her, i knew i had to record this so i quickly placed my phone on the desk

"YOUR BITCH HAS ARRIVEDDD!" y/b barges in, flopping on the bed next to me

"h-hey y/n/n" i said laughing at her dramatic entrance but still confused on how she didn't  notice my hair, just act casual, she moved closer to my body looking at the computer thats on my lap

"what are you doing?" she asked curious "

oh nothing, just watching guys surprise their girlfriends with dying their hair a bad color"i laughed acting as casual as possible

"oh thats funny, but if you did that to m- *looks up* *big dramatic loud gasp* PETE- I- WHA- HOW-" her eyes were as big as ever, I've  never seen her this shocked "WHAT HAPPENED TO MY LUCIOUS BROWN CURLS" she shouted completely ignoring my computer and sits on my lap to get a closer look

"YOUR curls?" i laughed

"yes MY curls what happened to the light brown almost hazel in the sunlight curls?" she brushes my hair through her fingers trying to get the dye out "i dont think my brain processed this yet- WAIT YOU DYED IT RIGHT? SO THAT MEANS IT'LL STAY FOREVER?" looked down her mouth parted

"isn't  that what dying your hair means?"

"HOW ARE YOU SO CALM ABOUT THIS I MEAN ITS A WHOLE DIFFERENT COLOR, AND WHY SILVER-ISH GREY?"

"I actually really like it" I said combing my hair through my fingers but she swatted it away so she could look at it more

"babe *laughs* you said I'd look like Jack Frost" I told her tilting my head

"well Jack Frost is hot but you're hott-ER I don't want you looking like Jack Frost because I said so! I love you for who you are....especially your brown hair"

"so if I told I like it you'd be ok with it?"

"Yes if you like it and it's your choice? %100"

"so what if I said it's a prank?" She was gonna nod her head coz she thought it was like the other question but then stopped midway and widened her eyes

"your kidding"

"yes in fact I am" I laugh and point at the camera and she gasps

"you..you....YOU BITCH" she punches my chest jokingly "I ALMOST GOT A HEART ATTACK AND GOT ALL SAPPY AND MUSHY FOR YOU JUST SO YOU COULD PRANK ME?!" she shouts point her hands everywhere "You know I was like scared! Coz you said you liked it and I was like, oh no I gotta get used to this no more chocolate curls, but not as in i lied I just gotta get used to it which added more pressure than I already felt!" She stated but I only laughed even more and awed

"babe don't worry"

"I HAD A MATH QUIZ TODAY" she point at herself "AND YOUR HERE LAUGHING YOUR ASS OFF?? no wait let me sit on the bed since you like when I sit on your lap"

"no no baby I'm sorry" I said while laughing, her face was hilarious

"no you're not! and no kisses till Monday" she huffs and looks at the wall, I give her ten seconds until she turns around to ask one more question, and she did

"hop on the shower we're cleaning the white of you, you Jack Frost wannabe" well more like a demand I huffed but got up with her and turned the recording off

"neds gonna love this"

Have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night!

-quacksonlover

[between-two-fandoms]

Carlos Molina

I swear I didnt mean for this to take forever to answer but here you go! I hope these were worth the wait!

Carlos is best friends with Nick's little sister and after Julie tells him the truth about the boys they both go ghost hunting together.

When he finds out Alex is gay and Ray takes them all to pride Carlos accidentally uses some kind of permanent paint that stains when he paints a rainbow over his whole face and it stays on his face for two weeks after pride but he doesnt care cause he wants to support his friend.

He thinks of himself as "the man of the house" because the first few months after Rose died Ray sort of shutdown and would forget to do things like fill the dishwasher or do laundry or cook dinner (so Carlos ended up watching a ton of chef videos on YouTube so he could learn how to cook dinner.)

He is the number one fan of Julie and the Phantoms. He runs 10 shitpost meme accounts featuring blank meme filters of times he caught the boys or Julie doing something embarrassing during rehearsal. No one knows he runs them.

Carlos started a paranormal investigation club at his school and convinced the supervisor to let them spend the night in the (less raunchy) floors of the HGC. Carlos took the opportunity to punch Caleb in the face and tell him to leave his sister and his family alone.

He figures out ghosts can talk through voice recorder apps so he downloads one on every smart device in the house so he can talk to the boys if they're in the room.

Reggie doesnt adopt Carlos as his little brother. Carlos adopts Reggie. They play pranks and bake cookies together and have movie nights and Reggie helps Carlos with his homework.

He loves spending time with his Tia Victoria. She always brings the best treats (though her actual cooking could use some work) and Tia Victoria read him bedtime stories when Rose first got sick.

The band tests all their songs on Carlos and he goes to all of the band's performances decked out in JatP merch.

He liked Carrie a lot when she and used to hang out together, it even got to the point where he thought of her as an older sister. Some nights when Carlos was home alone while Rose was sick he'd take a bus or bike all the way to the Wilson's mansion and Carrie let him gorge on sugar food and dance around in her studio with her while she choreographed for Dirty Candi.

[lacheri]

HELLOOO (again) congratulations on 200 🥳 you deserve it. i’m here for the 200 followers event :)

i am an infj and i’m an aries. i choose levi as my s/o, and i love the friends to lovers theme. as for hobbies i like to paint/draw and my love language is physical touch and gift giving (doesnt even have to be expensive, sometimes i’ll just give a cool rock i found or buying food) I HOPE THIS HELPS THANK YOU SO MUCH :)

tysm for participating and the kind words bby <3 I hope you like it!

The Sun: this card is positivity in a nutshell. this inspired me in a weird way to write this, it's not necessarily the happiness from this card but more so the imagery that comes to my mind that spoke to me. basking in the sun's warming rays, feeling the grass underneath your toes, a flower crown nestled in your hair, the simplicity of the summer season embracing you. it's the contentment, the unabashed feelings of oneness and pure bliss without the weight of the world on your shoulders. it's simple, there is no bad energy lurking with this card. it serves as a reminder that better days are always ahead, the sun will rise and fall, but it will always return to you.

the louvre - lorde. "A rush at the beginning, I get caught up for a minute. But lover, you're the one to blame, all that you're doing, can't you hear the violence?"

A rainbow of colors dotted and smeared across your hands and forearms as you meticulously worked, paint brush locked between your fingers. The scrape of the canvas soothed your ears as you worked, the warmness of the wind breezing delicately through your hair. It was such a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky as you sat on a stool in the grass, feet dangling centimeters from the earth. The grass was lucious this time of year, and it tickled beneath your bare toes as you leaned towards your easel. It had been a project to say the least, setting up your art supplies outside, but it was well worth it as you basked in the throws of summer.

You had banned Levi from coming outside, forbidding he saw what painting you had been working on all morning. He had grumbled, settling for the coolness of the indoors, curling up next to an open window with his favorite novel. Unbeknownst to you, he kept flickering his eyes to watch you, easel facing away from him, his expression unreadable but thoughts kind as he gazed longingly at your focussed form. If you’d allowed him to, he’d be outside with you, enjoying the quiet comfort of the sunshine and your company.

“No, you can’t see it until I’m done!” your tall wooden stool balanced in your hands as you shouted out the back door that morning.

Levi scoffed in remembrance. He had even offered to help carry your supplies out, but you had stubbornly rejected. Still, your paint covered easel was missing when you went to your dedicated art room to retrieve it, and you soon found Levi setting the damned thing up in the grass. You watched on with a smile on your face, heart swooning at the handsome man.

“Done!” you sighed, swiping the last highlight of white on your canvas. A portrait of two sat in front of you, one of the man whom you shared your home with, coupled with yourself. Languidly spread out on the grass, your painted finger pointing high in the sky as you sat criss crossed, while Levi’s form rested on his elbows, head pointed in whatever direction. The summer day had inspired you well, giving you the perfect scenery to stain your canvas with.

It was one of your best works, you had deemed as you wiped your sweaty forehead with the back of your hand, unknowingly smearing varnish across your forehead. You couldn’t wait to show Levi.

Unscrewing the levers that held your painting in place, you navigated the canvas off your easel, almost tripping over yourself as you rushed to get inside. Levi had taken notice when the words “done” had flowed through the breeze, and he was already up out of his seat to meet you in the doorway.

“Am I allowed to see your masterpiece now?” Levi asked, a single eyebrow raised as your bare feet padded into the kitchen.

“Yes! But you have to close your eyes first,” you smiled wide, the canvas facing away from him.

He made a grumbled noise, crossing his arms over his chest while his eyes fluttered shut. You flipped the painting around, trying to decide on the best angle to present him with. After a few moments of you shuffling, Levi grew impatient.

“I’m going to look if you keep fussing like that,” he announced, threatening to let a single eye peak open.

“Okay, fine! You can look.”

When Levi’s eyes finally opened, his breath caught in his throat as his heartbeat raced wildly. He had seen countless of your paintings before, in fact he had personally hung them up in frames littering the walls of your shared home, doing so long before the years he had moved in himself. They were reminders of your blossoming love, the friendship you shared long before it became romantic. Your pure nature had captured his attention, your mind keeping him within your grasp, hooked on the warmth that was you. How could he not make you his?

“That’s us?” Levi lifted a finger to trace the outline of your figures.

“Yes, wait, don’t touch it! The varnish is still drying!” you warned, nerves gnawing in your stomach. “I painted it for you.”

“For me?” he breathed in wonder.

“Yes, for you,” you giggled airily. “I love you, and I wanted to paint us together. Do you like it?”

Levi was speechless. It really was a masterpiece you had created. A small part of him felt neglected that he hadn’t watched your process, taking mental pictures of what your face would’ve looked like as you worked patiently. He almost felt cheated of this, the sun had stolen hours away from him that he could’ve spent enjoying the simplicity of sharing time with you.

“I want to hang it above the fireplace in the living room,” Levi finally spoke, his eyes finally leaving the art to gaze at you, his expression soft. “You did a really good job.”

The seasons changed, the leaves turned orange, snowflakes covered the ground, and the smell of pollen tickled your noses. That painting stayed the same though, unchanging and everlasting. Levi would stare at it for hours, every year, regardless of the weather outside. He could feel the heat of the sun on his skin, the breeze whipping against him, the smell of flowers. He even swore he could hear the buzz of a bumblebee one night as you slept against him, shaking his head to rid himself of the illusion.

Levi’s most treasured gift, aside from the remarkable love you had given him, was that beautiful painting. He’d love you and it forever, until the very end of his days.

LACHERI © 2021: all writing content belongs to LACHERI. I do not allow reposts or translations. this is my only account.

[vincent-frankenstein]

Ghost Hunter AU

“yea boy im doing one of these bullet point outline things bc i dont have time to ever write this but im not letting this idea go to waste //dabs

sorta inspired by bfu bc i just started watching that yea boyyyy

this is such a mess im sorry

so lets set the context 

virgil and logan are both youtubers. virgil runs a paranormal channel, talking about different conspiracies and ghost stories and whatever; logan specializes in educational videos, specifcally history

and they watch each other’s channels and dont have a crush on each other what no

but then one day, their topics coincide

logan’s doing a video talking about the gruesome history of some old prison, and virgil’s doing a video on the ghostly legends that surround the place

they collab, and their viewers love it. they work really well together too; virgil’s spooky humor and logan’s skepticism mesh together and the fans adore them. it’s educational, it’s terrifying, and it’s fun. 

“hey, maybe we could collab more often?” Virgil asks when they go out for coffee after filming. “If... if you want.”

Logan does want

they make a joint channel not a week later

and thus begins their ghost hunting career

break here bc damn this got long shdfklhsdfk

virgil provides the terrifying ghost stories. logan provides the history. together, armed with their knowledge and their trust in each other, they conquer some of the most haunted spots in the world

including goatman’s bridge ofc

the video of logan yelling “FUCK YOU GOATMAN” goes viral within a few hours

“i cant believe you achieved meme status before i did,” virgil remarks, scrolling through their tag. “unfair.”

logan hastily pulls out his vocab cards. “uh — ah — then perish?” he says, and virgil laughs himself breathless

but then, they decide to investigate the legend of an old, abandoned house

it’s said that the house is haunted by an evil demon, who lures people inside and kills them in horrible, cruel ways. no one who sets foot in the house ever returns

so, naturaly, Logan and Virgil are going to spent the night.

they set up in the living room with sleeping bags and an ouija board and a spirit box and set to work

“Are there any demons in this house?” Virgil asks, ignoring Logan’s skeptical laughter. “Hello?”

The spirit box crackles and shrieks

and then

“L̪͈EÁ͂̌̾͐̃V̼͂È̲̱̟̔̑”

the clearest voice they’ve ever heard. even logan is shaken, eyes wide as he glances around the room. 

but the voice didnt sound angry, or evil, or cruel

it sounds scared

“GE̙͚̩͉T̺̯͔̲̟̍̈́̈ͤ͐ ̓ͤ̓̋O͖̳͔͕̺͚̯ͯ̃́̏ͬͩ̑UṬ̹̬͇͔̆̔ͨ͛̓” it screams. “GE̙͚̩͉T̺̯͔̲̟̍̈́̈ͤ͐ ̓ͤ̓̋O͖̳͔͕̺͚̯ͯ̃́̏ͬͩ̑UṬ̹̬͇͔̆̔ͨ͛̓ P͖̪̭͉̘̄͒͆ͮͬLE͚͎A̤͚̙͚̯̻͕ͯ̾ͦ̃ͯͮ̐SE”

virgil nearly drops the spirit box, his hands are shaking so badly. the room has grown so cold that their breath fogs in front of their faces. even logan has nothing to say.

they barely have time to share a glance before two men appear

one stands in the shadows, dressed all in black, his cloak billowing around him, one eye seeming to glow bright, poisonous yellow

the other has ashen skin and furiously beaming red eyes, hidden behind shattered glasses. his clawed fingers are curled into fists; his pastel-blue outfit stained with rusted red. one horn curls into a sharp point; the other is cracked off at the stump.

“i̻̘̽̂̏ͅ ̻͎̟̖t̞̞̅̍r̫̬̝̈́̂̏ȋ̥͎̰̟̲̠̯̉̋͆́̍ͥe̫͈̘͈̭͉ͩ͑̆̈́̐̾d ̣̥tô͚͓̤̥͐͌͛ ̄ͩͯ̑waṛ͑n̐̍͂ͦ ̞̹̣yͨ̔ͪͥͯou̟̻” he whispers, garbled

and in the split second before he lunges, Virgil spots tears in his eyes

they just barely escape with their lives. their gear is gone, left back in the house, and their lives are changed forever.

“well,” virgil says, breathless and terrifed. “you can’t be skeptical anymore.”

“shut up,” logan says. 

the logical thing would be to stay away from the house. logan says as much, at least three times. but virgil can’t stop thinking about the way the demon had tried to warn them, had pleaded with them to leave

there’s more to this story, he knows it. he wont let this one stay unsolved

so they dig through the town’s history, find records of the house’s owners, search and search and search until finally

Dolos Morel. the last known owner of the house. though he lived hundreds of years ago, there are no records of his death. he was imprisoned young, sentenced to death, but he vanished the day before he was set to die. 

he’s yet another unsolved mystery. virgil’s so used to those, he almost passes it by

but one thing stands out, one thing that makes virgil sure he’s the guy

he was born with one yellow eye

“this is him,” he says, slamming the records down on logan’s makeshift desk in their hotel room. logan scans the papers and nods, eyebrows furrowed

“why do you care so much?” logan asked, though he has to admit, he’s become invested in this as well

virgil doesnt answer

tears pooling in crimson eyes flash through his mind

finally, he meets logan’s eyes. “too many people have gotten hurt because of him,” he says. “i mean — shit, logan, we’ve got a real demon and some sort of immortal asshole on our hands. we should at least try to get to the bottom of it. isn’t that what we do?”

virgil doesn’t know where this heroic streak has come from. logan isnt sure what to think of it

hes not blushing shut up

but he and virgil have been partners for years. he’d follow him anywhere.

and so, armed with as much knowledge on exorcism and demonic protection as possible, and as many lucky charms and bottles of holy water as virgil can carry, the two set off to solve the mystery

they sit in the dusty living room, side by side on the floor. virgil turns on the spirit box and takes logan’s hand instinctively, and logan’s too busy watching the box to notice

“Why are you here, demon?” Virgil asks, getting straight (gay) to the point. “Are you Dolos Morel?”

“n̟̮̆ͦ,̯̫̖̦̼͚ͫ͐̋̊ͧ̄ ̝no̙” the box whispers through a cacophany of static

“Is Dolos Morel in this house?” Logan asks, more serious than Virgil has ever seen him on a hunt before. 

the voice hesitates

then: “yes̰“

virgil and logan share a look. virgil opens his mouth to ask more questions, but then

“ÿ͍͈ͣou͎̱͔͎̫̥̻ͤ͐̈́͐̔͂̚ ͖̭͙͙ͅh̤̠͔̜̲̙ͬ́ͧ̒̍̚aͨ̔̊͌ve̜̮͖͔̅͊ͭ̽ ̞͎̼͖̬̼̅ͦͦͨ̑ͪͮͅto ́̑̈ͫ̆͑le̳̹͛̈a̞̥͕͈̪̙̞v͖̇e̳͈͔ ͍͇̝̯̟̌̓̊̋̂y̜̍ou̺̱̪̼̟ ͉͇̹̼̗̭͕h͚a͐V̥̮̤͇̫̤E͓̹̥ͯ̓̈́̚ͅ ̟̔T̫̻̃͛O͖̫̞̰ ̂ͩ͆ͥ̈́L̬̳̞͔͇̪̲̊̔̎̽̄́̔E̲̩AVE͍̩̦̜͎ͩ̓͋̍̈́͐ͅ ̞̘̫N̿̋̉ͤ̽͋̆O̺͊W”

he wants to leave, his legs are about to give out, but the fear in the demons voice roots him to his spot.

“No!” he yells. “We’re not leaving.”

the spirit box goes silent. no crackling, no static; it’s like they turned it off

the air grows deathly still

“very well,” says a new voice, clear as day through the spirit box. “enjoy your stay.”

the world shifts and hisses and crackles and then goes dark.

when virgil wakes up, he’s in a dark room. his hands have been bound. he struggles and yells and screams for logan, and his stomach drops in terror when there’s no response. 

“you can’t get out,” says the first voice they’d heard in the spirit box. it’s more subdued, a whisper. “there’s no escape.”

“fuck that,” virgil growls, never once stopping straining against his bonds. “tell me what the hell is going on. where is logan?”

he doesn’t know where this bravery is coming from, red-hot and acidic as he snaps at the demon he knows is waiting just outside. maybe he knows he’ll die anyway, whether he’s polite or rude as all hell

“i-i can’t, kiddo,” the demon says. 

virgil hears remorse in his tone, maybe, and clings to it as his only hope.

“we came to help you,” he says. “but i need to know what’s going on. are you working with dolos?”

the demon falls silent. for a moment, virgil grows disappointed

but then the door opens and the demon stumbles in, his own clawed hands pressed tightly over his mouth

he meets virgil’s eyes, and shakes his head. no.

virgil remembers another unsolved legend he studied a while back: a man who would summon demons to trap them in agreements, getting himself eternal life, eternal power, and eternal fame in the process

“you’re trapped with him,” he guesses, and the demon jerks his head in a shaky nod. 

he cant feel good about being right for long

a loud yell pierces the air and virgil’s lungs forget how to work. “let me out,” he hisses, as his mind screams logan’s name. “you have to let me out now.”

“I-I can’t!” the demon cries, tearing his hands away from his mouth. “Dolos forbade it, I can only attack —”

“Then attack,” virgil says without hesitation. he plants his feet firmly on the ground and says it again, tensing beneath his bonds

the demon lunges — virgil spins — and the demon’s claws slice right through the thick fabric tying him to the chair. they sliced through his shirt, too, and his back aches, but he doesnt have time to dwell on that. 

he’s gotta save the man he loves

Logan stands across the room from Dolos Morel, among a minefield of broken chair bits. his face stings where dolos slapped him, and theres no chance of escape

but he’s smart. he’s cunning. he’s already gotten some of Dolos’ backstory and only confirmed what he already suspected

he hears a crash in a room down the hall and knows

he is not going to die here

virgil bursts down the door, brandishing a water gun like a deadly weapon, and soaks Dolos with a loud warcry

“Eat holy water, you shit!”

Dolos splutters. “I’m human, you fool. Holy water cannot harm me.”

“no,” logan says. “but this can.”

and he grabs Dolos and punches him directly in the face

logan shakes out his hand with a wince as dolos collapses to the floor and virgil becomes Too Gay To Function

and the demon steps forward and kneels beside his master, placing his hand on the weird symbol on the man’s left wrist. 

Dolos wakes with a start as the demon grabs his hand. logan and virgil stand watch as red light fills the space between them

“s̺̱̆͑ͨͅa͍̣͌̾y i̒ͧ͌t̜͕ͧ̓” the demon whispers

dolos’ fight drains and he slumps against the wall, his glowing eye fading to dull brown

“I release you” he whispers, and crumbles to dust.

the demon stumbles away from the pile of dust. he sobs once, then twice, and then doubles over, trembling, his eyes overflowing with tears

logan laces his fingers through virgil’s as he straightens up

“Thank you,” he says hoarsely. “thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“my name is patton,” he says when he’s stopped sobbing, “and i owe you my life.”

BONUS:

so now virge n lo have a Demon Friend and theyve p much proved the existence of the supernatural, but they dont want to stop making videos

still, it’s a few weeks before either of them brings up the notion of finding another haunted place to investigate

but virgil cant stay away from the supernatural for long

“I found our next stop,” he says, shoving his phone into logan’s hands. “A theater mysteriously burned down there like, 60 years ago. they say the spot is haunted by the spirit of the man who died in the fire.”

logan scrolls through the article, and nods. “it looks interesting,” he says, and returns virgil’s smile.

“let’s go find this Roman Kingsley.”

i might make a second post abt roman if yall are interested owo

[bittersweetsongbirdsworld]

I'd Take A Bullet For You- Yoonmin Social Media AU

They say in silence, the room pitch black. But, when Yoongi noticed he had blown the candle out at the sudden shock of another person in the room with him, he simply reached over and lit the candle with his hand, the flame burning a deep purple.

"My past huh?" Yoongi chuckled before he rested his chin on the palm of his hand, his other brushing along the black anf white keys. "I guess I can trust you, Dove." Jimin let out the breath he was holding and smiled sweetly at Yoongi. With a swift movement of his arm, Yoongi pressed down on a low G note.

"Thank you, Yoongi hyung," Jimin breathed out before he played with Yoongi's jewelry that decorated his ears once more. "Thank you for trusting me."

As the wind outside blew harshly, a flash of lightning lighting the room, the light bouncing off Yoongi's bright eyes. A deep navy blue. Jimin stared into Yoongi's eyes, his gaze heavy on the new, chilling color.

"A thunderstorm. I hope you don't mind them, my mind isn't clear today. I thought a thunderstorm would help clear my mind." Yoongi sighed. "Well, get comfortable, this is going to take a while."

Jimin turned to Yoongi, his legs crossed under him as to sit criss cross on the piano bench. Since Yoongi told him to get comfortable, Jimin leaned forward and rested his forehead on Yoongi's shoulders, to much of Yoongi's disliking. They sat in a comfortable silence before Yoongi spoke up.

"I was born in America, in a small town in California. Both of my parent were Korean, but moved to America to live their dream lives. That was all a fantasy when I was born. They loved me and treated me as if I was the most important thing in the world. But." Yoongi drew in a sharp breath, his voice caught in his throat. "A few weeks after my second birthday, they were killed in a car accident on their way to work."

Pity washed over Jimin. The grip he had on Yoongi's shirt tightened as he began to tremble in Yoongi's arms. With Yoongi's hand carding through his hair, Jimin took a few deep breaths, allowing himself to calm down.

"I'm not Jeongguk's brother at all, I'm his cousin. No one knows besides me and Namjoon. Jeongguk himself doesn't even know. But, that doesnt mean I can't consider him as my little brother," Yoongi chuckled weakly, his laugh more airy than he'd like. Yoongi nawed on his bottom lip, all the haunting memories flooding back into his mind.

"My Aunt and Uncle took me in, treated me like their own. Well, until my Uncle killed my Aunt in a drunken rage. I still don't know how the bastard managed to get away with the crime." Yoongi scowled at the thought, his bruised knuckles turning to a ghostly white. "After her death, everything went down hill. Before she passed away though, she gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. Jeonggukie. The first place the boy touched me was on my cheekbone," Yoongi smiled fondly before he reached over and grabbed a tissue, wiping at his cheek bone.

"Hyung?" Jimin reached out, but stopped when Yoong turned his cheek to Jimin, his heart stopping in his chest. In very neat handwriting, Jeongguk's name was tattooed along Yoongi's cheekbone. As Jimin looked at the name, his hand came up and cupped Yoongi's cheek, his thumb faintly brushing at the inked skin. "What is this?"

Yoongi could only smile. Jimin watched as he removed the makeup that covered his knuckles, neck, shoulder blade, collarbones, and hands. That when Jimin felt large, hot tears sting the corner of his eyes.

Hoseok was on Yoongi's knuckles, the handwriting neat and legible.

Namjoon on the back of Yoongi's neck, a messy, but still legible handwriting painting his neck.

Sangwoo's name on Yoongi's back, a language Jimin couldn't translate without Yoongi's help.

Taehyung's name was scribbled across the top of Yoongi's hands, the familiar handwriting making Jimin let out a chocked giggle.

And Yoongi's collarbones had Jin's name tattooed across the top, a pink ink decorating the fair skin.

"Jeongguk was the only thing keeping me sane when my Aunt died. My Uncle drank more, partied more. He became mentally, emotionally, physically, and sexually abusive towards me. I'd rather have that sick man touch me than Jeongguk." Yoongi gripped at the shirt, his own eyes burning holes into his hands.

"It was an everyday occurrence. He'd let his friends touch me. But, then I was raped. One of his friends locked me in a room and used me. I remember that day, I will forever remember that day. I was only ten. Jeonggukie waddled up to be after he found me crying in my bed, asking me why Big Brother was crying. When I saw the tears in that boy's eyes that night, I promised to him and myself I'd get us out of there."

Jimin let out a quiet hiccup as he grabbed at Yoongi's shirt, his tears staining the fabric. His body trembled, his own mind trying to relive what Yoongi had gone through, but he could never feel how Yoongi felt those years.

"So, whenever my Uncle's friends raped me, I stayed quiet. I didn't let them know I was disgusted with myself. I didn't dare show any signs of weakness. I bit my tongue until they finally grew tired of me. That only took six years before it all grew to be too much. When one cornered Jeongguk and touched his shoulder, I lost my shit. I killed the man who touched him with a baseball bat to the head," Yoongi closed his eyed as he let out a long breath. He sat in silence before he continued on.

"Before any of that could happen, everyday of my life I was experimented on. If you look at my shoulders." Yoongi lifted his shirt up before he threw it to the ground, turning his back to Jimin. "All those bumps are fragments of other people bones. I'm a walking killing machine. I have over thousands of powers and I don't even know twenty."

Yoongi dressed his naked chest with his shirt before he turned back to Jimin, who's face was flush with tears and embarrassment.

"They didn't use anything to numb the pain. I felt everything. When the scalpel punctured my skin to them sewing me back up. I dealt with that for fourteen years. But, after the incident with Jeongguk, I killed everyone in that damn house. I grabbed whatever I could carry, grabbed Jeongguk by the hand, and burned the house down. Not once did I look back. I grabbed Jeongguk's backpack before we left and handed it to Jeongguk. I didn't grab anything that was mine, it was all Jeongguk's."

Jimin was sobbing in his hands at this point. The pain Yoongi and Jeongguk had gone through made him physically sick. He swallowed the limp I'm his throat, the taste of vomit on the back of his tongue, making it all the more disgusting.

"That's when I ran to Namjoon's house and told him everything. I grew up with Namjoon and he even took us in. But, he was no angel. He could hack into anything. So, I had him hack into the worlds largest bank and we robbed it dry. We were unstoppable. Well, before they caught us. With all the fire arms going off, I couldn't handle it. I killed everyone within seconds, my own tears mixed in with the pools of blood that filled the road. That when I decided to become strong and become a mafia leader," Yoongi smiled as he looked down at the piano, his fingers pressing down a few keys to kill the air with beautiful music.

"That's when I found everyone else. Taehyung, Jin hyung, Hoseok, Sangwoo, and now you. You're part of my family now, Dove. I won't let everything hurt you." Yoongi was smiling from ear to ear, which made Jimin sob even louder. "I don't cry, I don't want to cry. I need to be strong for everyone. I am their leader and they all look up to me." Yoongi was humming as he ran his hand though Jimin's hair, the male in front of his growing quiet.

"Yoy need sleep Dove. Here, I'll walk you back." As Yoongi looked down, he was surprised to see Jimin had passed out, Yoongi's shirt balled up in his hands. Little snores and teary lashes made Jimin look soft. With a sigh, Yoongi smiled.

"Sleep well, Dove."

───────────

Most feared man in Seoul, South Korea bit off a little more than he could chew. With the police hot on his trail, Min Yoongi could only do one thing: Kill all his men, burn the building down, and relocate. With Min Yoongi "dead", he is given the chance to slip amongst the shadows of Seoul and build up his once unstoppable army of blood thirsty thieves, criminals, and murders.

Jimin was a sweet, caring, kind young adult when he first met Min Yoongi. It was a simple bump of the shoulders and a string of apologies before the other could open his mouth. A simple "sorry," was exchanged before they parted ways.

The second time Jimin ran into Yoongi was in a dance studio, Jimin practicing his heart out; while the other watched.

The third time Jimin ran into Yoongi was the day Jimin dreaded. With the most feared mafia leader standing in front of him, things chanced for Jimin. Jimin was now a puppet for a man he couldn't even side eye without receiving a harsh punishment.

Will Jimin plan an escape plan, or will he find love in a cold, blood thirsty bastard?

🍻65/?

[wwounu]

Yesss Keags! You absolute genius! as everything crumbles around him, he dreams about the Reader bc they are his safe space. And he learns he has the power to create as much as he can destroy also. So he puts it to his advantage to do just that with the Reader. And ahh the fluff after the angst bc our baby finds his self confidence. & you can see him and reader traveling bw the two worlds helping every way they can. & nonu teaching little ones like him that it's good to be different. 🥺😭 -🍰

*bare with me

okokok so

wonwoo is obviously in bad condition and everything around him is just crumbling to bits

and all he wants to do is see you but hes scared he’ll hurt you without realising it so which is why he hides away

and everyone who comes across him is wished away to god knows where

but his power temps him to do bad things but the wonwoo thats still there still holds on and tries his best to stay away from that danger as much as possible to keep others safe

but its too much for him

he wants the pain to go away but it hurts so much and he wants to hurt everyone who has ever hurt him

And it only causes more pain to come and hes honestly tired of it all and the only thing that calms him down is thinking about his bookstore, his family and you

so he cries himself to sleep in isolated destruction

however in his dream he dreams of you and he feels happy as if hes lived in misery all of his life

and you say ‘do you want to stay with me, wonwoo? Forever?’

and wonwoo, whos still in love, says the quietest ‘yes’

and youre like ‘okay’ before you push him with the slightest touch and he falls backwards and its strange

its first through hell, then the celestial world, then his bookshop, then into darkness

and hes like ‘not... not again— im scared, please’

and wonwoo wakes up with tears in his eyes and sits up

but hes in a bright, clean room and says ‘huh?’ in a tiny voice

And his condition is still the same, wrecked and damaged and the dominant voices are tempting him to do soemthing he’ll regret

it gets too much before you come into the room because he’s in your bedroom in your apartment

and you just. Drop everything and jump on him

he winces, hurt, but is too shocked to process this all

to process y o u

and he genuinely foesnt believe it until youre like ‘youre here’

wonwoo: here? ive only been gone for two days...

then you pull wonwoo away, confused as you say

‘wonwoo... its been three months’

and you look absolutely wrecked by saying that fact and wonwoo has completely forgot about the day rotations in the real world and the celestial one bc they work weirdly

but you dont go further and point at an open window blowing in cold air and youre like

‘Ive kept it open every night hoping youd come back through it... i even left the light on and your favourite book with one of your pot plants in the library’

and wonwoo starts to cry because this is the most sentimental thing someone has done for him and he holds you tight while dangerously sobbing

even though youd recoprocate the hug, there was something hanging to the hug that wasn’t wonwoo

anyway wonwoo says ‘please, the world is so cruel to me, i... i just want to be with you, i want it to only be us two—‘

hes shaking but the room also begins to shake and youre getting scared, figuring out that wonwoo is probably doing this all

so you stop him and go, hold on wonwoo, listen

and you pat his tear stained cheeks and hes just like a sad kitty just wsnting to be loved, with his broken wings that are classified as impure and disgusting, his whole being classed as disgusting

the shaking stops a little but you can see correlations between wonwoo wincing when the shaking intensifies

and you simply just ask ‘whats happened?’

and he explains about his power and how he feels like he cant be in control and its like hes in the passenger seat of all of this

he cant go on because it makes him sob more and youre just wiping away his tears one by one, letting him take his time

then you say how you’ll protect wonwoo through the good and bad, that hes stronger than this force because theres still that good in him which knows whats right and that it doesnt change anything about how you feel about him

wonwoo: what if i hurt you?

you: i’ll be okay, you’ll save me at the end of the day

he goes on how he cant control it but one touch from you and he’s automatically calmed, breathing steady and the room stopped from trembling

and wonwoo smiles, crying again this crybabyboy before he eventually sleeps next to you, your apartment room having itself stop shaking and glad that your angel is by your side again, playing with his feathers because it helps him fall asleep

OR LIKE (im sorry this is so long djdhs) he disappears for a while in his world of destruction in order to protext the reader, but he’s still observing over them as they do their day to day things, and he wishes small favours to make their day and help them but on the other hand wonwoo thinks they’ve had their memory wiped by the angels and demons, when in reality the angels and demons kept the readers memory because the fear over wonwoo’s power and what he’ll do to them, so whenever wonwoo isnt paying attention the reader is always doing things for wonwoo because they miss them, like opening their window everynight, driving past the bookstore to make sure its in shape, taking a plant or two or all to water and care for them, play with one of wonwoo’s feathers that fell from his wings in their wallet, small things like that which wonwoo doesnt notice and its :((( but they eventually find their way together again bc lbr theyre fated to be

[invalescos-blog]

( john boyega + cismale + he/him ) — there’s a rumor running around about a survivor called david adeyemi. they are said to be twenty-six years old, from bellflower, california, and have been labeled the reticent. fitting, considering that they are reported to be courageous + boisterous, as well as facetious + impulsive. they are a rogue in san francisco. apparently they are a bisexual + aries. letterman jackets + grass stains.

hello hello beautiful people ! i’m astra and i’m just happy 2 be here and party with u lovely ppl. honestly... i am #emotional just thinkin’ bout this rp like the happy baby i am. anyways, i’m 18 ‘bout to be 19 and im from los angeles, ca so i’m pst ! i also enjoy coding and photoshop and i am currently focused in the non-profit field as well as finishing school. if ya wanna plot just leave a like and i’ll slide in yo dms real good ;)))

name: david adeyemi

age: twenty six

origin: bellflower, ca

label: the reticent

affiliate: rogue

david was a hopeful, cheerful boy upon entering this world. he went through milsestones quickly, his curiosity for the world around him often outshining the obstacles he faced. his parents would learn to describe him adventurous nature as admirable. he lived life as any other child would: bruises, scrapes, broken arms. he learned that even through pain, there were beautiful lessons. 

it wasn’t until he was 4 that the brightness and the light from within was turned to darkness. he was at his friends hours for a playdate when it happened: a semi pulled out of nowhere as his loving parents drove home from the movie s and before he knew it, david was an orphan. 

from then on, david could remember a growing sense of pain and ugliness within him. anger filled him like nothing else. he remembered having no one wanting to claim him, to take him into their home. even his aunt didn’t want to,  but eventually, she gave into a 6 year old david and allowed him to stay so long as he pulled his own weight. 

david was thankful, of course, but it was difficult to live in a place that he was not wanted and so he learned to resent even himself for his own existence. he grew angrier and angrier, began coming home with bloody fists and bruised eyes. 

eventually, as high school rolled around the corner, a counselor at school spoke to him, told him about the world of football and how many before him learned to channel their anger and emotions through the sport. after a series of fights and arguments, david was tossed into the football team as a last hail mary before they kicked him out for good. 

he grew to love the sport, he truly did. through it, he was finally able to find friends and family, a place to call a community. after practice dinners, pre-game work outs and ice baths — he has finally began to feel like things were coming together. however, the hole that was created by the absence of his parents no longer could be ignored and football wasn’t enough to fill it. 

parties, girls, hookups — it became a regular thing. he became the popular guy, the one guy on the football team who may have actually had a shot to go professional. but alas, the partying caught up to him and by the time he went off to college, he had begun to neglect his studies. it wasn’t long before his school asked him to leave and david was left directionless and broken. for a while, he traveled the country, not knowing where or what to do. 

eventually, david settled into a job at a mall  — a security guard of all things. there, he made friends with high schoolers working the foodstands and people that passed by. though his ego may have been shattered from the loss of a potential football career, he coinvicned himself that he was okay. 

ever since then, he’s been convincing himself that he is okay, and that nothing is wrong. he is a smiling, laughing opponent to the harsh realities of the apocalypse. 

tl:dr ? david is a messy ex-jock turned mall cop with a sad past but is also a puppy and will love u forever 

& WANTED CONNECTIONS.

ex-girlfriend: since david was... literally in almost every state at one point or another between the ages of 19-23, it doesnt rlly matter where ur muse is from. just imagine a young, cool david rollin’ up with his leather jackets and having a vv young and fun relationship w/ ur muse then abandoning them once he realizes he has #issues and hates himself. think of the angst, pals !

party friend: this would be his best party friend throughout his like.. 6 months in college lmao. it would be the guy he went to when he needed something fun. most likely they were also in a frat or the football team so that they could party all night and drink kale smoothies in the morning while they work out. true bros doing bro things. maybe made each other friendship bracelets. 

happier: kinda.. based on happier by marshmello & bastille ?? just someone that knows him well and knows he isn’t truly happy inside and just.. works hard to make him happy from within rather than working for cheap smiles. just some cute fluff !

uhmm.. i have no idea. i just love angst & fluff so i will take any plots tbh ?> happy... sad... make my boy david cry. 

[igot7monbebes]

Yoon Jeonghan as your boyfriend

💫 A very protective boyfriend

💫 Although he's super soft voiced and quiet, he can very intimidating so if he feels uncomfortable about something happening he wont be afraid to rip out somebody's heart and devour it

💫 Goodnight kisses are a must and if you refuse to give him one, he will keep aggravating you until you give him one

💫 If he has a bad a dream he'll wake you up so you'll comfort him

💫 But will always tell you that you're the one who woke him up

💫 "How dare you accuse me of waking you!? You woke me up because of the storm!"

💫 Will put you through the same "pick one" game as he does the other members

💫 "one or the other. Get one today and the other whenever we come back. Pick on three."

💫 snuggles are key

💫 he doesnt care how annoyed you are or how busy your schedule is, you will cuddle with him when he says its cuddle time

💫 lowkey the most concerned man in the entire world

💫 like if he feels like you're upset with him about something he gets so concerned about it he cant think of anything else

💫 "y/n, are you feeling okay today? You're really quiet and I'm worried."

💫 if you play with his hair you can talk him into doing anything you want him to do without really having to try too hard

💫 you are the most important person in his life so he tries his hardest to make sure he's the same to you

💫 coffee dates in the morning are his favorite

💫 like he'll just randomly show up at your apartment at 5:30 in the morning with his pajamas and messy bedhair to take you to get coffee and call that a date

💫 simple things make hin happy like if he catches you listening to a SVT song or sees that you have a SVT t-shirt in your dresser/closet

💫 he lOVES to cook with you.

💫 he prefers cooking dinners with you at the dorms or at your apartment instead of ordering takeout food because there's nothing fun in counting down the minutes to see a stranger bring your food in

💫 will always turn cuddling into a make out session

💫 going out for ice cream or frozen yogurt is also a date

💫 like you two will just sit at a picnic table with an ice cream cone and he's content with it

💫 you have matching jewelry because Jeonghan is cheesy and bought you guys a set of BFF magnetic necklaces that came with rainbow earrings

💫 which he proudly shows off

💫 much like the ring on his pinky, he will never take off the earrings/necklace unless it's absolutely mandatory

💫 will nine million percent forget that you're staying the night, roll over and holler because there's another human in his bed

💫 i hope you like the "whose baby are you" because he will make a new one up to ask you eight hundred times each day

💫 "whose sunshine are you~", "whose snugglemuffin are you?", etc

💫 will sass the fUCK out of your friends if they come off as rude towards you or if they speak informally to him

💫 "I didn't realize you were older than me.. Interesting, really."

💫 will almost always have to change the subject because Jeonghan will carry on about it forever

💫 doesn't mind if you take his clothing to hold onto if he's going to be away for a while

💫 if he's touring or is just somewhere else in the world, he will only sleep if you have spoken to him on the phone or FaceTime

💫 gives the cutest and sweetest sleepy eyes if you're FaceTiming with him.

💫 "I'm so sleely honey.. C-caaaall me when you're waking up tomorrow."

💫 he is always the first one to say "i love you"

💫 he makes sure you know he means it very seriously each time he says it.

💫 will sneak one of your hoodies into his luggage before boarding an airplane because he just feels complete if he has your scent with him

💫 makes you feel safe in all situations

💫 you lowkey give him butterflies each time you touch his chest or forearms

💫 like if you guys are cuddling and you rest your head or hand on his chest his belly instantly fills with butterflies.

💫 he's bratty but super loving and concerned about everything in your life so you'll never have to be afraid to approach him about anything at all. He'll always be there for you holding your hand as you walk.

💫 you are one of the only people he trusts to open up to so he doesnt really tend to hide anything from you

💫 makes sure you're eating properly and staying hydrated like you're supposed to

💫 Being that he is a mother of 11 and wife to 1, he has a lot of knowledge about how to get rid of stains or how to cure any disease you could be fighting

💫 he literally feels it when you get hurt and will make a mad dash towards you with an entire hospital attached you his back

💫 it's like an instict

💫 you stub your toe and he's already got ice waiting for you

💫 he knows you're hurt before you do

💫 he only opened his own instagram account so he could post photos of you on it

💫 You're saved in his contacts as "Brat 😍💞"

💫 he is your personsl diary

💫 has never given away one of your secrets and has never ever held one against you.

💫 give him cookies

[fatrainbowmermaidunicorn]

Nothing Like Us (Park Jimin x You ONESHOT)

Thankyou for the request anon! Hope you like it!

MASTERLIST

Lately I’ve been thinking, thinking about what we had

“Why do you want to come here so suddenly? You have been avoiding this place since…” Taehyung stop himself before he could finished his sentence, but Jimin knew what he’s about to say. Jimin stirred his steaming cup of coffee slowly, a soft sad smile appearing on his face.

“Did you know today marks the 5th year since that day?” Taehyung sighed and looks at his best friend.

“Chim… maybe we should just go,” Jimin shakes his head and looks outside the window towards the passerby struggling to fight against the cold winter air.

“Its okay Tae. I like thinking about my memories with her. Its what keeps me alive,”

And I know it was hard, it was all that we knew

“Is this really happening right now?” Jimin looks down at the ridiculous amount of vomit now staining his expensive Gucci shoes and raised his head to see the source of the vomit who is giggling. Giggling! The girl is giggling when she just vomitted the whole content of her stomach onto his shoes.

“Opps-sie!” was all she managed to say before she burst into a chorus of giggles again.

“Oh man. That stinks Chim!” Taehyung place a hand across his mouth and nose, to stifled the smell and to muffled the laugher he is holding towards his friend’s misfortune. Jimin groaned. He knew coming to the club is not a good idea. He had told the other members that he just wanted to go home, take a long nice bath and sleep, but no, they have to insist that he joins them to this busy, noisy club, filled to the brim and is surrounded by drunk teenagers who cant hold their own liquor. Like the one exactly standing in front of him. Jimin glared at the girl who seemed oblivious to how annoyed and pissed off he is right now.

“I dont think there’s any use to talk to her right now Chim. She’s drunk out of her mind,” Taehyung points to the girl, still laughing. Jimin turned to glare at his laughing friend.

“You are enjoying this arent you Tae?”

“A little bit. Yeah,” he flashed his friend his infamous smile.

“Oh fuck Y/N, what did you do this time?!” Another girl in panic appeared from behind the giggling girl and grabbed her arms. She eyed Jimin’s angry face and Taehyung’s laughing ones before turning her gaze down to Jimin’s shoes, making her eyes widen in horror.

“Shit Y/N. Why are you always such a horrible drunk!” Jimin crossed his arms across his chest and looked at the friend with less than a friendly smile. “I’m sorry. My friend cant really drink and she usually doesnt, but she had a really bad day today, so we decided to let her drink. Sooo… that is why this," she moved her finger, trying to show the misfortunate situation, "happened,”

“And how is that my problem?” Jimin glared at the rambling girl who finally is brave enough to really look towards the two of them properly and her eyes widen in shocked when she finally take their features in.

“Oh shit. You are Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung from BTS!”

“Yes, yes we are. But that doesnt matter right now. What matters is that your friend here just vomitted on my very expensive shoes!” Jimin growled, making the girl cowered in fear. Taehyung decides Jimin is making the situation worse than it should be and stepped in to help calm him down, placing a hand on Jimin’s chest, trying to stop him from cornering the two girls.

“Okay, okay calm down. She’s obviously very drunk right now,” Taehyung turned from Jimin to the friend, “and my friend here is apparently not being very nice towards a pretty girl who obviously needs to loosen up tonight,” Taehyung shot Jimin a look, which he returned by rolling his eyes. “So why dont you just give us her number so Jimin here can send her the dry cleaning bill and you can take her out from here before she ruin anymore shoes?” Taehyung suggested with a grin. The friend quickly scribbled a number on a napkin and passed it to Taehying before hastily bowing, ready to dash out from there.

“Thankyou so much. And you guys are amazing by the way. Keep up the good work!” She flee out from the scene immediately, dragging the still intoxicated Y/N behind her.

“What are you doing Tae? How can you just let them go like that?” Jimin huffed. “Now I have to either go back home barefooted or stuck in a very smelly shoes,” Taehyung chuckled and slipped the number inside Jimin’s pocket.

“You are going to thank me for this one day Chim,”

‘Cause nothing can ever, ever replace you Nothing can make me feel like you do

Taehyung was right.

After waking up in a much better mood the next morning, Jimin found the number in his pocket and decided to give it a call, smirking after he get an idea on how to make Y/N pay for ruining his night. On their first meeting, Y/N was scared to death when Jimin appeared with a death glare plastered on his handsome face. Jimin on the other hand passed her a shoe box filled with his disgustingly smelled and ruined shoes from the night before and asks her to clean it thoroughly before returning it back to him. Y/N huffed at his ridiculous request but did it anyway, grumbling on and on about how can some money making superstar asks a mere student like her to clean his shoes? Dont they just throw them and buy new ones everyday?

On their second meeting, Y/N threw the now clean shoes, complete with the box, which she spent a lot of money on to get it clean, hitting Jimin right in the face, asking him to take his stupidly expensive shoes with him and burn with it together in hell, making Jimin chuckled, fascinated by how feisty this girl is when she is not drunk and being herself.

On their third meeting, which happened because Jimin waited for her in front of her university, which he somehow found out from Taehyung’s stalking skills, hiding behind a tree, all covered up in black hoodie and mask and insisted that she should at least treat him to dinner after hurting his 'beautiful’ face after throwing the shoe at him. Y/N rolled her eyes and tried to get away, calling him delusional but ended up agreeing when Jimin only promise to leave her alone if she accepted the offer. The night ended with Jimin asking to see her again and this time she voluntarily said yes.

On their fourth meeting, both Jimin and Y/N had fun walking through the town’s carnival, discovering new things they actually had in common with each other.

On their fifth meeting, Jimin, with sweaty palms and racing heart, nervously told her he thinks he is falling in love with her.

On their sixth meeting, Y/N told Jimin that she thinks she is falling in love with him too.

On their seventh meeting, Jimin is already practically living in Y/N’s rented apartment, only going back to the dorms when he absolutely have to.

“Hey sleepyhead, wake up or you are going to be late. Namjoon and Jin oppa is going to kill you if you are late for practice again,” Y/N softly wakes Jimin up by straddling him and giving him butterfly kisses all over his face. Jimin fluttered his sleepy eyes open to see the most beautiful face smiling back at him. He immediately reached up to swiped her hair that is hanging loose around her face.

“I dont think I will ever get used to waking up and seeing your face Y/N. Its the most beautiful thing I can ever wake up to,” he smiled, showing her so much love it makes her heart soared. “I love you so much,”

“I love you too Park Jimin,” Y/N whispered back, stating straight into his eyes. “Forever and always,”

“Promise?”

“Promise,”

“Good. Because I dont know what I’ll do if I ever lose you Y/N. Nothing could ever replace you in my heart. Nothing could ever make me feel the way that you do with just one smile,” he pulled her closer and kisses her with everything he had. Jimin doesnt know a lot of things, but what he do know is, nothing is ever going to come close to the love he felt for Y/N.

Have you been drinking, to take all the pain away? I wish that I could give you what you deserve

“How are you feeling today baby?” Jimin smile softly at Y/N who is bundled up in her blanket on the couch as he removed the empty wine bottle by her side. Jimin frowned, by the looks of it, it must already have been her second bottle.

It has been more than a year since they were together and the world had not been kind to them. His fans, the company, even his family is against their relationship. The only support they ever had is from his members who understands how in love Jimin and Y/N really are. Y/N had tried her best in staying strong for the first few months of the hatred thrown towards their relationship. Always plastering a smile and repeating I’m-okays for him, hiding the hurt she felt, not wanting to make Jimin worry. But she can only take so much when it seems the whole world is trying to break them apart. The company is forcing Jimin to have a fake girlfriend, another newly rising star, where their overboard relationship is shown to Y/N everywhere from TV to newspapers to gossips site. It kills her to see her boyfriend hugging and kissing another girl everyday.

Jimin’s public relationship leads to fans calling her names and hating on her when they accidentally saw her with Jimin on multiple occasion, eating in a restaurant or just walking to the nearby ice cream store. Y/N tried to show Jimin that all that doesnt bother her at all, until Jimin finds out that she has been cutting classes when the bullying got too far, to the extend of destroying her things and hurting her.

Jimin’s heart ache whenever he came back only to find Y/N crying alone in her dark room, all bundled up in her blankets. Sometimes even with wounds all over her body from the attacks she has been receiving. She will try her best to hide it from him, quickly wiping the tears and pulling the sleeve of her sweatshirt to cover her bruised arms, flashing him a smile, pretending everything is all right, but Jimin always knows better.

Jimin hated himself for not being able to do anything for her. Y/N deserve the world. She deserve people who loves her and care for her. She deserves happy and beautiful things and Jimin wishes more than anything that he can give everything that he knows she deserve in the palms of her hand. 

You know there’s no one, I can relate to I know we won’t find a love that’s so true

“What are you thinking about?” Jimin asks Y/N who is blankly staring outside the window of her apartment at the pouring rain.

“Have you ever wonder what it would be like if I didnt get drunk that night?” she tilted her head at him.

“Well, then the most magical night of my life wouldnt have happened. I wouldnt have met you, my one true love,” he smiled softly at her.

“Sometimes I just wished that night never happened,” she turned back to the window.

“Why are you saying all this?” Jimin tilted her head to face him again. She pushed Jimin’s hand away from her face and lowered her gaze.

“Sometimes I think about how your life would be better off if you didnt met me that night. you will probably met somebody else who is better suited for you sooner or later. Someone who your fans, your family, even the world will approve on,” Y/N whispered her words, trying to hold back the tears she’s feeling in the back of her eyes. Jimin grabbed her shoulders and turned her fully to face him.

“Hey, listen to me Y/N. I love you. I dont care what anybody else is saying. There is no one else in this world who gets me like you do, who makes me happy like you do. There is no one else in this world who is better matched for me than you Y/N. I will never find another love that is as true as ours if I didnt find you,” Y/N didnt dare to say anything and lowered her gaze to her lap before he pulled her closer in his embraced, hugging her tightly, wishing the world wouldnt be so cruel towards her, towards them anymore.

I gave you everything babe Well, everything I had to give

“Marry me Y/N. Marry me and be with me forever,”

Jimin kneeled down on one knee in front of Y/N who is looking at him in shocked. Its their two year anniversary today, and Jimin had never felt more in love than he felt at that very moment. Their situation didnt get better, in fact it only had gotten worse. The hate thrown towards their relationship which increased after Jimin breaks up with his pretend girlfriend and announced their real relationship to the world has only driven Y/N driven into a state of depression. Fans accusing Y/N as a homewrecker for the perfect couple. Jimin finally decides enough is enough. Y/N has given him everything she has, and its time he gives her every part of him.

“Say yes Y/N and we will get through this together. I love you so much, I dont think I will be able to make it without you,” he held both of her hands, smiling softly at her.

Girl, why would you push me away?

Tears are streaming down Y/N’s face as she looks back into Jimin’s eyes. Every fiber in her body is telling her to say yes, and she blinked back the tears.

“This is everything I thought I only could dream about Jimin. I love you so much, but this world is not ready for our love. We are not destined to be together. Maybe in some other moment in time, you will be mine again,” she kissed both of his hands that is holding hers. “I’m sorry, but I cant marry you,”

But that is the past now, we didn’t last now I guess that this is meant to be

“Hey earth to Park Jimin!” Taehyung’s voice snapped him back to reality. Jimin just flashed a tired smile at his best friend.

“You are thinking about her again arent you?” Jimin just looked down at his untouched cup of coffee, now no longer steaming, but as cold as the feelings that is surrounding his heart.

Lost in confusion, like an illusion You know I’m used to making your day

“Yeah…” Jimin took a sipped of the cold coffee. “Sometimes everything just felt so surreal. Like it was all a dream. Like I will finally wake up one day to her voice trying to wake me up again, telling me I’ll be late for practice or how much she loves me, laughing besides me. I’m just so used to having her by my side Tae,”

“Its been five years since she left Jimin. And she’s finally truly happy and getting married again. That’s what you have always wanted for her right? To be in a relationship that wont hurt her?” Jimin kept his silence. “Maybe… maybe its time for you to finally move on too Chim,” Taehyung softly said to his friend, giving his hand across the table a pat to show his support.

“Yeah… maybe Tae. But I know no matter how hard I try to find it, nothing can ever come close to being like what we had again,”

There’s nothing like us There’s nothing like you and me, together

A/N: Feel free to suggest or request story ideas, especially those based on a song. i love writing those :)

[dangkinronpa]

headcanons for akane who dated peko and regrets killing komaeda

heres ur headcanons akane! i hope u like them, and feel free to ask for any changes or any additional headcanons! - mod kiibo

- when akane first met the others, she always did her best to make sure that she was seen as a strong, positive force in everyones lives, even if she wasnt ever seen as the brightest person. as long as she could keep a smile on everyones faces, and enjoy as much yummy food and meat as she could, she would be pleased

- akane was really curious about peko, who never seemed to smile for some reason. she would always do her best to get peko to smile, though it rarely ever worked. even though her attempts never went according to plan, akane still wanted peko to be happy like everyone else, and was soon incredibly focused on pekos happiness

- at some point during this time, akane actually came to the realization that she had a huge crush on peko. and when she found this out, she wanted to tell peko right away! but she didnt, because she wanted to wait until the time was right. when she did confess, though, akane loved the fact that peko smiled at her when she admitted her feelings

- once they started dating, the two of them would spend a lot of time training with one another as an excuse to spend more time together. most people didnt really think anything of it; they were both pretty athletic girls, after all, so it only made sense that they would enjoy spending time building up their fighting skills

- the two of them would also like to walk around and hold hands. it didnt matter if it were the middle of the day or the middle of the night, as the different times had their own sort of charms anyway. as long as they were together, though, it was always really nice and akane was sure to be happy either way. peko, though less likely to show her happiness, was also pretty pleased

- once the two of them start dating, akane notices that peko tends to smile a lot more than she used to. she had pretty much never seen peko smile before the two of them started dating, so even though pekos smiles were rare to come across, akane still found it to be an accomplishment whenever she saw peko with a smile on her face

- akane was perfectly happy being with peko until komaeda began behaving strangely. nobody really knew what he was going to do, and everyone was more than just a little afraid of him, akane included. she didnt want to get hurt by komaeda, and she definitely didnt want komaeda hurting peko or anyone else she was close to

- when akane killed komaeda, though, it was actually by accident. she had decided to interrogate him and try to force him to stop acting so suspicious. her intention was never to kill him. she really didnt know what to do when she stood there, staring down at him, his blood now forever stained on her hands

- when everyone found komaeda and began investigating his death, and talking to one another about who could have murderer him, akane couldnt feel anything other than regret. yes, she didnt want to die and was worried about what would happen, but she felt like the guilt from killing komaeda was eating her alive. if she could turn back time, she would

- unfortunately, though, it turns out regret doesnt save u in a class trial. despite the fact that she could tell people were crying, though, she did her best to tell everyone to stay strong and not be sad over someone who would kill another person like she did. she might have been scared, and she might have been sad, but she made sure not to cry

[forgotten-princess-22-blog]

Origin

There was a time, not so very long ago, where the vampires had nothing to fear except exposure. Even so, there wasn't much to be afraid of so long as they kept to themselves and it worked. The race felt safe and it wasn't long until a new threat appeared. Like the plague, humans were taken and metamorphed into a hellish creature devoid of color, equipped with reflexes compared to that of the vampiric variety.

Fear drove them.

Consumed with fear, the vampires scattered to the winds, chaos in the streets, unsure of what this would mean for their families and if they would have to pack everything they had and venture elsewhere. The Black Dagger Brotherhood kept them safe, so they stayed, and for the longest time they waited, and waited. Nothing shown promise of an uprising, so they had lain down their weapons for the night as the King sought to it to reward the soldiers for their bravery and despell the worry that still plagued their minds' with doubt. The King, with the help of his Queen, took upon themselves to ease the people by inviting them to their home where they could eat, drink, and dance their woes away.

The grand ballroom, spacious, with lively bodies moving this way and that. It was the grandest of events. Women donned on their best jewelry to flaunt, their dresses every shade imaginable from the bell skirting to slim as a mermaid, and the chandeliers hanging overhead seemed to make everyone reflect as fairies in the reflectioned mirror cieling, giving a gentle sparkle to their ambiance the way the women would twirl, sending their skirts to puff out like they were flying momentarily. Magical, was the night.

By the double throne chairs in a deserted corner, away here so no one bumped or tripped over them, a boy who had to be no older then ten with black hair, dark as a raven's feather with an already set in hairline of a deep widows peak, dressed to impress tux, spinning and jostled around, led by the hands in a white bodice tied with a red ribbon around the waist, and black tule skirting, with hair black as night, skin white as snow, and lips painted red as a rose, Iliahna was having the time of her life.

"Annie, stop, you're making me dizzy!” Wrath had to yell over the band to be heard. When she couldn’t take the hint, he yanked back his arms out of her reach, which didn't seem to have phased her in the slightest. She was too busy with her fits of giggles to notice. Becoming dizzy herself, she landed with a huff, her skirt brushing against the linoleum as she sat on her behind on the floor, the stars almost coming to life over her crown like one of those silly cartoons.

"Again, again, again!" She cried.

"No more, I'm too tired for more.Go bug someone else.” Wrath wrinkled his nose in disgust.

When he thought he'd have to shoo her away again, their father came up from behind, scooping her in his massive arms, planting little kisses over her face. "What are my two dearest young up to!"He bellowed, more giggling and squirming from Iliahna.

"Wrath and I were dancing, papa! We were dancing!”

"You were dancing? Wow, that’s some amazing dancing you were doing. Your Mahmen and l loved watching you two. Makes us proud.”

"Are you proud of us, papa? Are you?”

Bringing his forehead down to hers, the feeling of love inflating his chest as he beamed with so much pride, he was a beacon of pure happiness. "We couldn't be more proud, my little snowdrop.” His way of calling her Snow White. "Promise me though, you gotta promise me one thing.” This peaked Wrath's interest, coming closer to stand by his sister's side. "You have to promise me you'll always look out for one another, okay?”

"Okay!"They both said in unison, Wrath more nonchalant, Iliahna enthusiasm.

Snowdrop, like freshly turned Spring. Spring in the middle of Winter, a hope that change is just around the corner, that the wait was over. Because it was Spring.

But... Spring would never come.

Out of nowhere, the castle was overrun by that which was dead, led back to their homes, leaving fear and destruction in their wake. The King and Queen had taken their young, prior, to their room to tuck them in for the night when the screaming began. Ushering them into the confines of safety within a secret compartment within the wall. The doors kicked open in time and left to watch as their parents were slaughtered, the light in their eyes fading, holding each others hand as they departed this world. Wrath kept hold of his sister's trembling form, trying hard to silence her sobs without giving way to their position. The creatures kept their backs to them, one by one, one would leave to carry on their agenda, some stayed, ransacking the room for any glimmer of treasure that they could find. When they didn't, each one filed out of the room, leaving the children wondering if it was ever going to be safe to make a getaway. Iliahna had made that decision as she crawled out of the tiny space, hearing Wrath faintly hiss at her to go back. Seeing her papa and mahmen lying lifeless sent her flying out of the room, sobbing, the Lessers had not gone very far when they turned in response to her fleeing the scene down the flight of stairs. One would get close and find themselves hurled against a wall, one of the brothers coming to her rescue. But that wasn't all. She fled outside, tears staining her night gown and still none gave up chase, her lungs filled to its capacity of air, her little legs going as far as they would let her go, stopping in the middle of the village that lay before the castle, flames licking at the air, smoke giving life to the chaos, masking the terror, trying to cover it up like some crime scene. The damage was already done. And when she tried to call out for help, no one seemed to hear her, crying for their own need to be saved. Bodies pushed and pulled at her, when she tried to reach out, anyone, didn't matter who, anyone who could help her, she grabbed a hold of an arm and felt them jerkin response, hurdling her back and hit her head on the cold hard ground. For lliahna, the chaos seemed to have quietted down, spots blanketing her vision until there was nothing left to see.

A hand shook her conscious, confused at the blurry shapes, even as they came into focus. A man and a woman, the man was the one who had been shaking her. Both looked weary, age lining under their eyes and around their mouths, both covered in soot. "You okay, little one?”The man was talking to her. Wasn't he? Her? Was she okay? Was she supposed to be? Looking at the woman behind him for any clue to how she was supposed to feel.

"Albert, you don't suppose she doesn't know who she is, do you?” The woman spoke.

The man, Albert, was it? He looked grim, this having to be the worst case scenario.

"I think so, Marie. Can you tell me your name, little one?”

Actually, come to think of it, no, she couldn't remember her name. So she shook her head.

"I was afraid of that.”

"Wait, Albert. This has to be a sign.”

"Goddammit, woman. Now isn't really the time to bring up our marital problems.”

"I want a young, Albert, and for all we know she could be an orphan. Lets take her in.”

"Dearest Scribe in the fade, she's not a lost kitten that you can take in.”

"But look at her Albert, she's scared and alone. We have to help her.”

When he didn't argue back, she continued.

"Or if you're still against it, find a good orphanage for her.”

"Alright. But lets not keep calling her a kid. She needs a name.”

Both looked all over, trying to find some kind of inspiration when the wife chimed in.

"Ahna." She said.

"Ahna?like the Queen?”

"Yeah, doesnt she kind of look like her? She could be her twin.”

"Alright. Ahna it is. What do you think, Ahna.”

What did she think? 'suppose it was good. She nodded.

And so many lives were lost that night. Wrath eventually was found by the Brotherhood, Lessers hadn't noticed him, all that had been was now gone forever. And Iliahna, blooded daughter and beloved sister, no one ever saw her again.

~End~