#home. xoxo i love you all im around if you’d like to hit me up for plotting etc. im just. mega sleepy. if you desire my discord just inform

[godblooded]

leave house??? enrichment is IN house. LOOK AT BABIES.

[goldnratio]

Hey, could I request one where Y/N and Matthew are shopping in IKEA for their first flat? & Another where it is Y/N's time of the month, and she has an awful day at work, unaware Matthew has come home early to look after her. 💕 Xoxo

Matthew and IKEA meatballs (MGG x reader)

Description: You and Matthew are shopping at IKEA for your new house together

Warnings: jar jar binks mention and talk, sorry y’all-

Word Count: 1,082

A/N: my first request im-🥺 anyways this was fun to write and I realized I literally knew nothing about IKEA and this was not proofread,,,but thanks for reading! also the next fic should be up sometime this week :)

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“Shopping for our first place together! (Y/N), is it weird that I’m really, really excited?” Matthew said as your car pulled into the IKEA parking lot.

“Of course not, because I’m just as excited. We get to buy a bunch of things that’ll help make our place more like a home to us,” you smile at him.

Recently, your boyfriend brought up the idea of getting your own place together. Despite the relationship being serious, you hadn’t officially moved into his place and he hadn’t moved into your place either. Sure, you had a lot of your things at Matthew’s and he had his share of things at your place, but since he traveled a lot for certain roles and your career had you local, you both agreed it’d be best to keep your own places to make things easier. Knowing you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, you were more than happy and willing to finally move into a house together.

You and Matthew had done extensive research to find the best place to accommodate both of your lives, and it took a few months, but you both eventually found the perfect place.

You’d spent the last few weeks moving what you could from your separate places into the new house, but there were still things you needed to buy.

As you both made your way into the home and furniture store, Matthew grabbed a cart and you discussed what else you needed for the new place.

“For reasons I can’t say out loud, a new bed is a top priority,” Matthew playfully winked at you.

“Obviously,” you say through giggles.

“Shall we, princess?” Matthew dramatically extends his arm for you to hold as he begins to push the shopping cart.

You two make small talk as you roam around the large store; discussing possible color choices for the walls, bathroom towel patterns, how many rugs you think you’ll need.

While in the bathroom section, you two struggle with what you think would look best in your shared bathroom, and even more with how to pronounce the names of the items.

“How about the...uhhh…” you squint at the name of the trashcan, “me-yosa?”

Mjösa, it says.

“It’s got the pedal-thing that opens up the lid,” you continued.

“(Y/N), what about this one?” Matthew points a similar but smaller can, “the Ekoln.”

“Sounds like you’re saying ‘e-colon,’” you joked.

Matthew playfully pinches your side, “Right, and you sounded like Jar Jar Binks trying to pronounce ‘Mjösa.’”

“Maybe, but yousa love me,” you say in your best attempt to impersonate the Star Wars character.

Laughing, Matthew wraps his arms around you and kisses your forehead.

“Dat meesa do,” he mimics before leaning to properly kiss you.

Giggling as you both pull away, your attention turns back to the trash cans.

“So, which one do you want to take?”

“How about the Ekoln?” Matthew suggests, “It’s easier to pronounce.”

“Then we have a winner,” you say while putting the item in the shopping cart.

Within a few hours, your cart is full of things for the new house. You and Matthew grew a little tired, and wanted to take a short break from shopping, and luckily you were in the mattress section.

“God, I could really go for a nap right now,” Matthew exhales as he sits on the nearest made bed.

“Hold on, baby, we’re almost done,” you take a seat next to him and realize it’s comfortable, “While we’re here, Gube, what do you think of this one?”

You look over at Matthew and he’s already laying down and his eyes are closed.

He must like it, you think.

“It’s good,” he mumbles.

Deciding to let him rest for a few minutes, you take a look at other mattresses and take note of the names of which you liked. Making your way back to Matthew, you hear your stomach lightly growl.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” you say, poking Matthew’s ribs, “You wanna pick the bed now, or come back another day?”

“Mmm, I know I said a bed was a priority but can we come back another day?”

“Of course,” you peck his cheek, “we can just use one of our mattresses for now.”

Matthew sits up, “Perfect, I just want to go home and nap.”

“Alright,” you say as you’re getting in line at the nearest checkout, “I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry. Should we grab dinner on the way home?”

“We’re already at IKEA-“

“Meatballs?” you grin.

“You read my mind, pumpkin. You wanna go order those while I pay for these?” Matthew gestures to the cart.

“Yeah, I’ll meet you back here or just meet me over there if you’re done first,” you give Matthew a quick kiss before making your way towards the in-store restaurant.

Luckily the line isn’t long, and you see Matthew entering a few minutes after you placed your orders to-go. Once he sees you waving him down, he parks the cart next to the table you’re sitting at and joins you. You’re only waiting for a little while before you hear your name and order being called.

As you and your boyfriend were leaving the store and loading everything you bought into the trunk of your car, you couldn’t help but notice how many times Matthew had yawned.

“Gube, you tired?” You brush a bit of hair out of his face.

He nods, “Just a little,” and closes the trunk of your car.

“Here, give me the keys, I’ll drive.”

He hands them over and thanks you after settling in the passenger’s seat.

“You know, all that shopping really did a number on me today,” Matthew yawns, “but I had fun.”

“Me too,” you reach for his hand as you drive out of the parking lot, “we got meatballs and we’re in the process of setting up our new place.”

Matthew smiles and brings your hand up to his mouth, pressing a chaste kiss to it, “And there’s no one else I’d rather do that with, I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Matthew. Now take a little nap, I’ll wake you up when we get to your place.”

While you looked at him, with his head occasionally lulling forward, you knew you really hit the jackpot, because there was no one you’d rather drive home while smelling fresh, Swedish meatballs in the backseat with home and kitchen accessories in the trunk, than Matthew.

[dreamescapeswriting]

Overworked || ~ JH

Words: 3,856

Warnings: I don’t think there is any except swearing is involved

Pairings: Hoseok X Reader

Genre: fluffy|Cute| couple goals

Summery: You’re a student in college, you and Hoseok have been dating for two years, you lived together but he’s away on tour leaving you in charge of the apartment and the bills, everything get on top of you and you end up disappearing for a few days, sending everyone into a worried frenzy.

A/N: I’ve been wanting MORE Hoseok on tumblr, I can hardly find any and it makes me sad, so I took matters into my own hands. I SUCK AT WRITING SUMMARIES OKAY? IM SORRY!

Walking through the front door of your apartment you dropped your keys onto the small coffee table, kicked off your shoes and collapsed onto the grey fabric sofa, curling into a small ball and shutting your eyes for two minutes. You’d just gotten in from 8 am classes and you were exhausted but you knew you couldn’t rest for too long because you had work in an hour, another late shift at the bar down the road from your apartment, you forced your eyes open and looked at the clock above your fireplace, you had an hour before 5 pm, which meant you had to get a shower, do some homework, and then head to work, as well as facetime your boyfriend Hobi to tell him about your day but you knew you weren’t going to have enough time to do all of the above, so you sent him a small text.

Got to work a late shift tonight, I’ll call you when I’m home, have a nice practice. Love you my sunshine xoxo

You hit the send button and began getting ready for work, Hobi knew you were busy just like you knew he was busy a lot of the time so there was an understanding in your relationship if one of you didn’t have time to facetime, or call. You both knew you loved each other and would always be there when the other was ready. Your boyfriend of 2 years was currently away on a tour which meant you were home alone in your shared apartment until he came back, you didn’t mind you loved having time to yourself but it did mean you were in charge of all of the bills while he was away, you didn’t want to rely on him for money or to pay for everything when you knew you could do it yourself.

Hoseok stared at his phone, your text lighting up his face as he read it again and again, he knew you were busy with work and school, he understood that but this was the fourth time this week you’d blown him off for his morning facetime/ your afternoon facetime call, he felt hurt but he knew you were busy so he pushed the thoughts away and text you back.

Okay Princess, stay hydrated and get some rest, love you too xx

Hitting send he looked up at the ceiling in his hotel room, he was getting tired of waking up without you, he missed you a lot and you missed him too.

“Hobi!” You yelled excitedly when he answered the phone, it was 3 am your time and 4 pm his time, he frowned looking at you on the facetime call, your hair was in a messy ponytail, you were wearing one of his favourite shirts and dancing around your kitchen.

“Baby it’s 3 am, what are you doing awake?” You looked at the clock and then back to your boyfriend, still smiling away.

“I had some sleep but now I’m awake and can’t get back, so I thought I’d call you before your concert and talk to you.” You lied hiding the mug of coffee out of the camera’s view and smiling again, truth be told you hadn’t slept, you hadn’t been to sleep since the night before and you were running purely on coffee and energy drinks to keep you going, you’d been at the late shift and your boss kept you behind, making you clean up all the glasses and dishes that needed doing so you didn’t get home until 2 am, you saw no point in going to bed and started on your homework.

“I have homework to do this week, then mum wants me to get working on 200 cupcakes for my cousins birthday party that’s in one week, then I have to go to another shift later.” You said looking at him and then searching through the cupboards, you were writing a shopping list of ingredients you needed for the chocolate cupcakes.

“You need to rest, you can’t do all of this on your own.” He said with a sigh, you shook your head taking the phone to the kitchen table and showing him your already half-finished homework.

“Sure I can, I did some homework earlier, now I’m going to go to the 24-hour store and get ingredients, come back from classes and go to work, come home and bake.” You hadn’t noticed you were beginning to talk fast but Hoseok had, he noticed your teeth chattering too meaning you were on a caffeine high, he looked at you with sad eyes.

“Promise me, you’ll get some sleep.” You stared back at him and nodded, all the jumpiness in your body gone when you noticed how concerned he was for you.

“I promise, I’ll take a nap when I’m back from the store.” You whispered, sitting down in the chair and looking at him, he looked pretty tired too and you smiled.

“Promise me you’ll get some rest.” You mentioned, he smiled his big smile and nodded.

“I promise, I’ll nap after the concert.” You smiled at him and he chuckled, looking over at something behind him and sighing.

“I’ve got to go, I’ll text you. Love you.” You nodded at him.

“Love you too.”

The last facetime was a week ago, and he was starting to worry about you again, he worried anyway but now you weren’t calling him, or face timing him, you were giving him texts and barely any conversation to them. He figured you were busy with college work but he missed having his calls with you regularly and he missed how you would text him with strange dreams you had, but you’d been so rushed off your feet you hadn’t had the chance. You’d been picking up extra shifts at work, even on your half days at college you’d pick up a shift and do more work, homework was being done behind the bar when you were working, your boss didn’t mind of course but he was a little mad when you’d fallen asleep in the back of his office.

You were running off of 2-3 hours of sleep every day and you weren’t feeling the effect of it. It felt good, you felt like you had more time in the day for everything you needed to do, except, of course, message Hobi but you were studying for finals, working more and more to be able to pay for the apartment and then getting ready to bake for your family as well as keep the apartment spotless, it was tiring. You’d started to accidentally skip meal occasionally, you didn’t mean to, you were too busy working or studying to eat and when it was time to eat you just grabbed something quick, instant ramen, or a small sandwich so you would have time to eat and work.

“Namjoon?” You questioned answering the facetime call to your boyfriend’s bandmate, Joon was on the other end with a smile on his face.

“Hi Y/N, We were just wondering what you were planning for Hobi’s birthday, we wanted to surprise him but we didn’t know if you were going to do something.” You glanced over at the calendar, shit. It was his birthday in less than three weeks.

“Where are you going to be? On tour or back home?” You questioned grabbing a pen and writing down some notes on a post-it note to remind yourself you had to go shopping for him again, as well as pick up some more shifts if you were going to get him a good gift.

“Yeah, we’ll be back for his birthday.” You nodded looking at him, he was staring at you, one eyebrow raised and biting his lip

“You okay-” You cut him off.

“I’m fine, bring him home. I’ll bake a big cake, we could all have a meal together it’ll be nice.” Your giant smile on your face convinced him you were okay and he agreed, hanging up the phone and leaving you alone with your thoughts. It was currently 4 am, you had classes in two hours meaning you had time to call Hobi and ask about his tour.

You’d been on call for an hour, it felt good talking to your boyfriend again, you’d asked him about the tour, the sightseeing they’d been doing and he told you about all the small souvenirs he’d been collecting for you, an Eiffel tower keychain, a Vincent Van Gogh bookmark set, some pens from a giant stationery store in America and some other small bits.

“Hobi, you know you don’t have to do that.” You whined you hated it when he spent money on you, it had always been a thing in your mind, you hated when anyone spent money on you, not just him.

“You deserve it, baby, you’ve been working so hard.” You smiled at him, blushing as he stared at you with his big brown eyes, you giggled before noticing the time.

“I have to get ready for school, pick my outfit.” You yelled taking the camera from the kitchen table and heading up to the walk-in wardrobe.

You settled on some jeans and one his button-up shirts, the star one you’d gotten him the year before.

“I look fresh.” You said as you began buttoning up the shirt, Hoseok’s eyes fell onto your body, looking at you with a frown. You’d started to lose weight dramatically and he could tell.

“Are you…are you eating?” He questioned, worried about how you would take the question, you hummed in response, finishing the buttons and throwing your hair into a ponytail.

“Yeah,” You lied, you’d been forgetting to eat, it’s not like you were doing it on purpose, you didn’t want to worry him though.

“New exercise routine, been hitting the gym between classes.” He knew you were lying instantly, your left eye twitches when you lie and you avoid eye contact not only that but he knew you didn’t have time to work out between classes, he knew your schedule, but he didn’t want to mention it.

“Well…I’ll call you later tonight, love you.” You said quickly, ending the call before he could say anything else to you.

Later that night you got a notification that BTS were doing a VLive, you smiled logging into the app and opening it up, putting your phone on the kitchen counter as you began to bake, it was 2 am and you were getting a head start on the 200 cupcakes that needed baking for the next night, you’d taken some caffeine tablets to keep you awake as well as drinking coffee yet again. Your face lit up as you noticed it was Hobi doing the VLive on his own, having a meal and talking to fans. Mentioning the tour and talking about how he was sad it was almost over, you scanned through the comments some of them noticing how tired and worn out Hobi looked and you were agreeing with them in your head, he looked run down and worried about something.

“I’m fine guys, just worried about Y/N.” Your name rang through your ears and you dropped the spoon you’d been using into the bowl, the screen has your full undivided attention now.

“She’s just so busy with school work and work, work…you guys know how it is.” He chuckled, you looked down at the bowl and then back to the screen, taking in his full appearance, he looked like he hadn’t been sleeping either.

“Anyway, we’re here to talk about the tour.” He said trying to change the subject but questions were flooding in about you, fans knew about your relationship and they supported you both, you made Hobi happy and that’s all they really cared about.

Comments were flooding in and then your social media began to go off in the background, questions about you coming quickly. You turned off the VLive and then your phone, wanting to just get on with the cupcakes without any more distractions.

It had been three days since the VLive happened, three days since you handed over the 200 cupcakes to your auntie and then went back home to rest before college started. Hoseok was panicked, your phone was going straight to answering machine and the house phone was doing the same, Fans began to notice you were absent from social media and began freaking out for Hoseok,

Is Y/N okay?! Began trending on twitter but you didn’t know because you’d been in and out of sleep for the last three days, waking up for an hour, eating and going back to bed, your phone was still switched off in the kitchen and you’d not turned up for work or college for three days.

Finally, you got up and felt reenergized, but panic set in as you realised you were behind on everything, college work, your job and even missing calls with Hoseok, you grabbed your phone rushing out of the front door in nothing but a pair of jeans and a strappy tank top, heading into college first to explain where you’d been and how you could make up the time. Your professors understood and you were grateful for them, letting you catch up in your own time and taking work home with you, you rushed into the bathrooms of the college, splashing water into your face and looking at yourself in the mirror, you were a mess, your hair was in a messy bun, your eyes were swollen and red, and you looked as though you’d been dragged through a hedge backwards, some girls came into the bathrooms and looked at you but you hadn’t noticed, you just washed your face again before leaving to go to work, to talk to your boss. If you’d noticed the girls you would have seen them taking photos of you and tweeting them out with the same hashtag that had been trending about you for days.

@BTSFANSUNITE: I found Y/N at college, is she okay!? Did Hobi and her fight? She looks worn out. I’m worried about her.

Attached were photos of you, leaning against the sink and leaving the bathroom, your phone clutched in your hand and yet still turned off. Fans began speculating that you and Hoseok had been fighting, some of the nastier ones claiming you’d cheated on Hoseok and were now feeling guilty about it, which was far from true. You never hurt the love of your life.

“I know I fucked up Wayne but I promise I’m fine, I just went a little overboard with college work and over tasks, I promise I’m loyal to this job.” You pleaded, your boss walking around tables, complaining that he had to do all of the extra shifts and lates you would normally be doing.

“You need to go home and rest, do you know how many people I’ve had come in here looking for you?! Teenage girls asking if I’d seen you.” He scoffed, he looked at you and then sighed.

“I told them you were fine Y/N…but you’re clearly not. This is too much for you and I don’t think I can have you working here anymore.” You began to tear up at the thought of losing your job, you needed it to be able to afford to live.

“Please Wayne, it’ll never happen again, I need this job.” You cried out, he sighed shaking his head at you.

“You’ve got one shot, but I’m giving you the rest of the weekend off, it’s Friday. Go home, rest and come back Monday.” He said looking back at his calendar.

“Think of it as your paid holiday.” You walked out of the bar and headed home, crashing onto the sofa and finally turning on your phone.

65 missed calls from Hobi, 34 missed facetime calls, over 100 messages and then there were the others, your mum had called, the rest of the band members had called you. Shit, shit shit, you hadn’t even thought about Hobi when you woke up, you felt worse when you got onto social media.

@GotNoJammmsss: Can’t believe Hobi is out here hardly sleeping while Y/N walks around as if nothing happened - Attached was a photo of you going into work

@HOBISMINE: Maybe Y/N was having a tough time…but Hobi is a state, he looks like he hasn’t slept in days, and Namjoon said in a VLive he’s really worried.

You wanted to cry, you were the worst girlfriend in the entire world, you dialled his number but it was going straight to voicemail, you tried Namjoon but it was doing the same thing, again with the rest of the boys. You began to try and hunt on social media for what they might have been doing, but there was no new news about them, the only recent thing was about you walking into work and coming out with tears in your eyes, nothing about the boys.

“Dawwy I think I fucked up.” You said down the phone as you looked around for your car keys, you were going to drive to BigHit’s studio and talk to Sejin, he would know what was happening with them but J-Hope’s sister, one of your best friends, was trying to get you to stay still for two minutes.

“I haven’t heard from you in three days and this is what you called to talk about? Your boyfriend?!” You sighed, finally letting the tears rush down your cheeks, you fell down onto your knees in the porch and began crying.

“I’m scared Dawwy, I’ve been so busy with work and college, then with the family baking and then I completely neglected him. I’m so tired.” You whimpered out, tears streaming down your cheeks as you finally let the words out.

“I’m so tired…I can’t keep up with everything, every time I get a hold of something, another thing kicks the stool out from under me and I’m back on the floor, trying to catch up again.” You heard her sigh from the other end of the phone and you leant your head back against the wall, you’d been struggling for so long and finally admitting it someone felt good, even if it was to your boyfriends sister, but she was your friend, your best friend, you’d known her longer than J-Hope.

“Get some rest, I’ll find out what’s going on and I’ll tell him you’re okay, just go and get some real food…some real sleep and try not to think about it too much…and call your mother.” She ordered, you hummed, wiping your eyes and hanging up the phone.

You tuned into an Instagram live that Da-Won was doing later that night, you were sitting on your sofa in some shorts, and a jumper that belonged to Hoseok.

“I just wanted to let everyone know that I spoke to Y/N…I don’t know if I’m allowed to share what she’s been going through but I’ll just say she’s exhausted that’s all and that’s all I’ll say on the matter.” You smiled at the screen and popped some popcorn into your mouth, you’d eaten a full meal earlier and were now snacking on something small.

“J-Hope isn’t cheating on her and she’s not cheating on him, they’re both truly tired and need some rest.” You clicked off the stream and went to dial Hobi’s number again but it was still off and going straight to voicemail.

“Hi Hobi…I know I worried you, I’m sorry…I just…it’s a long story. Call me when you get this…I love you.” You hung up and put the phone down onto the table, picking it up again two minutes later and dialling for Yoongi, answer phone.

“Can someone let me know what’s going on?! I know I scared Hobi but I didn’t mean to…someone tell me he’s okay! Dawwy says he’s fine but…I want to hear it from him…does he hate me? Yoongi call me or text me please.” You pleaded, hanging up and throwing the phone down on the table, going upstairs to get into bed, cuddling up to the Mang teddy you had.

You shivered in your sleep, groaning and trying to feel around for the covers but not finding them around you anymore.

“Hobi you did it again.” You whined out, turning over and playfully hitting Hobi in the back. Your eyes shot open, you sat up in bed looking at your sleeping boyfriend, why was he home so early? Did you simply dream everything? You’d know if you were dreaming, you poked his arms but he didn’t move.

“Hobi!” You yelled hitting his arms playfully trying to make him move, but he groaned pushing you off him as you continued to try and wake him up.

“When did you get home?!” You yelled you began crying again, tears rolling down your cheeks, your folded your arms across your chest, the tears were still going.

“I got home about an hour ago, the front door was unlocked and you were sleeping, I didn’t have the heart to wake you up.” He grumbled sitting up in the bed, as soon as he noticed you were crying he pulled you into his arms, his legs going either side of you and your back to his chest.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He questioned, referring to the fact that you were struggling to keep up with school work, and the bills.

“I could have helped pay for things, you know that.” You shook your head, not wanting to have this conversation but also knowing there was no real way to avoid it.

“I don’t want to have to rely on you Hobi, you’re my boyfriend not my bank account.” He laughed softly at you and sighed.

“You’re my girlfriend, this is our apartment even when I’m not here.” You leaned back against him, shaking your head and closing your eyes.

“I didn’t want to rely on you Hobi.” You repeated again to him, but he was shaking his head at you.

“From now on, we split the bills, you’re not allowed to overwork yourself, you take regular breaks from work and college and you eat properly.” He begged you nodded wrapping your pinky around his pink, a pinky promise.

“You’re not mad at me?” You whimpered, he shook his head, closing his eyes and leaning his head into your neck.

“I could never be mad at you.” He whispered leaving small kisses over your neck and cheeks, you giggled a little and he wiped the tears away from your eyes.

“I heard you have the weekend off.” He chuckled, laying down, putting you beside him and spooning you, you hummed in response, too tired to form actual sentences.

“Good, we’re going to rest up all weekend, and not leave the house.” He began to pat your arms gently, as he always did whenever you’d fall asleep together, you hummed again in response and he placed a small kiss on the bottom of your neck.

“Goodnight Y/N, I’ll be right here when you wake up I promise.” You snuggled back against him and smiled in your sleepy state.

[prettyboybarzal]

Fluff #3 seems like a Mat prompt ☺️ (aka victor-e-green)

this took way too long. im sorry. i love u. (also this is kinda short. do not hate me for it!!! xoxo)

“Stop pouting,” Mat grunted. His back was turned to you, but he knew. He knew that your lower lip was jutting out, eyebrows lowered in your signature pout. And, when he turned around with another pile of clothing to shove in his luggage, he was proved right. “Stop.”

“I can’t,” you whined, falling back onto the mattress to pout at the ceiling instead. “My lips are going to be in a permanent pout until you come back.”

Mat dropped himself onto the mattress to hover over you. He mirrored the pout on your own lips, then placed a kiss on them before pulling away too quickly.

Every June, you sat at the end of his bed and watched him pack his bags for the off season. And, every June, Mat did his best to ignore the pout on your lips. It sucked, he agreed with you, but you’d be visiting him in two weeks anyway. That alone was enough for him to pack without pouting like you.

The hum of the television filled the silence that enveloped the room as Mat cleared his dresser drawers, piling his sweatshirts and t-shirts beside his pants in his suitcase. Your eyes fell to the Adidas sweatshirt on top, one you’d stolen hundreds of times before, but then Mat was zipping the bag up.

Mat’s flight was that night and he had about an hour left to pack before you needed to shove him into the car for your trip to the airport. He slipped out of his bedroom to the bathroom to grab his toiletries, leaving you alone with his luggage. Watching the door, you reached over and unzipped the bag. You pulled out the Adidas sweatshirt and scurried over to your bag, shoving it in amongst all the other shit you had in there.

When Mat returned, he returned with his toothbrush and toothpaste in hand.

“It’s okay if I leave yours in there?” he asked.

“Of course!”

You drove Mat to the airport an hour later, giggling over the sound of his playlist until it was time to say goodbye. You jumped out of the car to squeeze him, melting into the feeling of his touch and taking it in for the last time before he left.

Mat grabbed his things after placing a kiss on your lips and disappeared into the terminal with a wave.

When you got home that night, you slipped the sweatshirt on so that you could sleep in it. It still smelled like him and, when his cologne hit your nose, you felt it easier to sleep.

It took a week for Mat to figure out that his favorite sweatshirt had gone missing. He called you on a Wednesday night, after you’d just gotten home from work, and asked you about it.

“Hey,” he greeted. “Did you happen to find my Adidas sweatshirt anywhere? It’s black with the logo on the chest.”

You were thankful that he hadn’t FaceTimed you… Otherwise, he would’ve seen you wearing it. After a moment of silence, where you’d tried to figure out an answer, Mat sighed.

“You’re wearing it, aren’t you?” There was another pause in the conversation just before you burst out laughing. He whined, “YN! You know that’s my favorite sweatshirt!”

“Well, it’s my favorite too!”

Mat sighed, defeated no doubt, and said, “Can you give it back to me when you come visit?”

“Only if you give me another,” you bargained. He laughed. “Seriously. The sweatshirt smells like you. That’s why I stole it.”

Mat smiled to himself, happy that he’d found someone like you, someone who cared so much.

“Of course you can have another one,” he murmured. “And I’ll spray it with my cologne before you get it, okay?”

“Okay,” you said with a giggle. “I love you.”

“I love you so much more,” he murmured. “Now hurry up and get here. I want my sweatshirt back.”

[dolphin-enthusiast]

hello there buttercup!! 🌟💝☀ it's lovely to see you again this night, morgy dear! i hope today was much better for you than yesterday, you do only deserve nice and pleasant days after all dolcezza 💞💞 (1/12?)

"in all seriousness, i'm sorry to hear that yesterday was so terrible for you my darling, but the hard part is over, you got through it! its hard when things get overwhelming, but please remember that it's okay to take a step back and get through it one day at a time!! make sure to do some things that you find relaxing/enjoyable, and if you do need/want a little cheering up at any time, don't be shy to let me know!! i have a lot of tricks up my sleeve hehe 💓 (2/12)

and oh my, you like cheesecake too dear?? ahhh it's one of my favorite classic desserts!! my favorite kinds are strawberry, key lime, and this special family recipe of mine,, it's a limoncello cheesecake with a touch of strawberry compote, it's especially refreshing during the summer! oh goodness, i'll have to make it for you sometime, i bet you'd love it! ✨ (3/12?)

ah, and the accident?? i actually don't mind talking about it since it was so many years ago, i've worked through it enough,, so i can tell you! a warning though: it is pretty brutal, so for those who are easily triggered, please scroll past for your well-being! (4/12)

it happened the weekend after one of my annual finale ballet recitals, which was strange timing indeed,, my mamma and i were driving down a highway to go home from an appointment, when a car behind us suddenly swerved and hit us from the left side, towards the back,, unfortunately i took most of the impact, but thankfully my mom wasn't too injured, just in shock (5/12)

i don't remember much except flashing lights from the police cars and people yelling, but a few minutes later i found myself being carried and placed into the back of a truck,, apparently a good samaritan wanted to help drive us to the hospital since it would take too long for the ambulance to arrive, i fell asleep and woke up in the ER (6/12)

and thank god, i didn't have any life-threatening injuries or any broken bones, just a very sprained ankle, a concussion, and cuts/bruises from glass shards,, i only stayed for a night and then we both left quickly,, what caused me to sadly stop ballet and skating wasn't the injuries themselves as much as it was the aftermath (7/12)

i found myself having a very painful time when trying to execute different moves and my endurance took a severe hit,, we soon determined that continuing such high-intensity sports in this state would be detrimental to my body,, (8/12)

it was truly crushing since being a prima donna was little me's biggest dream, but not everything works out,, i've greatly recovered over the years, but it's still difficult to do certain things because of the after-effects, so for now i'll just continue dancing and just watch figure skating and ballet from the sidelines! (9/12, i had to go on anon since i hit the limit 😅)

anyway, aside from the sad stuff, today was quite relaxing for once!! i actually ate a nice breakfast today, and i ended up spending my morning lounging around and playing minecraft, which was nice 🌸after cooking dinner for my family, i went to check on the bunnies again, and today they got themselves into a sticky situation hehehe 💫 there's a section of the garden that's fenced off, where different types of hot peppers grow,, (10/12)

they're not allowed in there since the pepper plant leaves are extremely spicy and not good for them to eat,, but somehow, they were able to jump the high fence and get inside!! the poor little bunbuns were trapped and couldn't find a way out... so i had to lure them close with vegetables and pick them up (which took all of 10 minutes) they're little troublemakers, but i guess they make up for it with cuteness 🌺 (11/12)

boh,, i seem to be getting sleepy now, maybe that's why a headache came on all of a sudden! well, i guess i'll take my leave for the night!! sleep well amore, i'll be thinking of you 💘- love from the moon and back, waifu xoxo 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗ps: rollerblading hm?? ooh, maybe you could teach me~ 😘 (12/12)"

Let me start off by saying that ur so lucky u made it out without any severe injuries like....ur life really sounds like a movie bc wtf🤡🤡 u went thru some real shit yet here u are snatchin wigs and acting like an angel, we all dont deserve u fjdhdjd like honestly thats so fucked?? Imagine loving to do smth only to not be able to do it anymore and ur dreams being shattered bc of smth like an accident that was someone else's fault happenin...its a damn shame and i hope maybe someday u will be able to pick up on ballet or ice skating again and i'll be personally looking for the one who did this

On another note, im glad u relaxed again bruh shhchd i also a d o r e cheesecake and its one of my fav desserts, i acc really love the strawberries, blackberries and raspberries ones the most (although lemon ones arent bad either and i once tried an orange one which was g o o d) 😩😩 thank u as always for whising me the za best also, unfoetinately today my volleyball practice was canceled due to cases increasing again and the coach said they'll resume in the following weeks so 🗿🗿🗿🗿

AnYwAYs u lookin our for the bunnies is still the cutest most disney princess thing ever and im all for it👁️ also i def will have to teach u rollerblading fjshhss ppl say its the same as ice skating but i beg to differ....while i can rollerblade like a pro i cant ice skate to save my own ass s o-

[babyleclerc]

You Make It Feel Like Christmas

Pairings: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Style: One-Shot

Prompt? From @spider--bae: “you know i think getting engaged on chrismas it’s the most cliche thing ever but you fucking proposed anyway + but you proposed in the most amazing unexpected way and i’m actually getting really emotional about it aND I’M NOT CRYING YOU’RE CRYING SHUT UP) with Tom :)”

Warnings: Implications of sex, but no other warnings unless you’re worried about dying from fluff.

Word Count: 1.5K

Summary: A beautiful Christmas Eve spent with the one and only Tom Hiddleston. And it wouldn’t truly be Christmas unless he popped you a serious question, would it?

A/N: Happy Christmas Eve, all! This is something that was inspired not only by the prompt, but also by some very fitting music and loooong IM chats with the one and only @dolangram, who practically planted this into my brain one night last week. I had an amazing time writing this, and it gives me a LOT of feels, so I really hope you guys like it. :3 Enjoy the second to last fic of the challenge and have a wonderful Christmas Eve! xoxo

“That was a wonderful dinner. Thanks again, baby.” You say as you enter your home, sliding off your heels in the foyer and leaning over to give Tom a quick kiss on the lips.

“You don’t have to thank me, darling, you know it was my pleasure.” Tom says, holding your hand as you balance on one foot to maneuver the heel off the other. You sigh pleasantly when your aching feet hit the cool marble floor, a slight shiver running through you.

“Well, the pleasure was all mine.” You say with a giggle, letting go of his hand and walking towards the bedroom. “I’m exhausted; I still can’t believe how many people were out on Christmas Eve! You’d think they’d have better places to be.” You call from your bedroom, beginning to unfasten one of your pearl earrings and setting it on the dresser. You hear Tom laugh from the other room.

“It’s hardly even eleven, darling, I think you’re getting old.”

You scoff, a small smile playing at your lips. “Well that’s just rude.” You call out, unfastening the other earring and setting it down next to the other.

“I’m sorry,” Tom says softly, now appearing at your bedroom door and leaning against the frame. You can’t help but stare at the way his blue suit clung to him in all the right places; most men looked attractive in a suit, yes, but Tom in a suit was a whole other story. You were pretty sure the suit designers themselves didn’t mean for it to fit that well. “Come with me before you change.” He holds his hand out, waiting for you to grasp it.

“What do you have going on in that handsome head of yours, Hiddleston?” You ask skeptically, walking towards him but not taking his hand just yet.

Tom’s beautiful blue eyes pierce yours so fiercely; you momentarily find it hard to breathe. You would think that after all these years with him you would be used to him looking at you like that, yet still you found yourself getting lost in his eyes repeatedly.

“Nothing serious, just follow me. You‘re not going to keep a man waiting, are you?” He motioned towards you with his hand and finally you grasp it, following him as he lead you back into the living room.

The living room was a sight for sore eyes, and you can’t help the small gasp that escapes your lips as your eyes wander across the room. The only light was that of the moonlight peering through the windows, as well as the candles he had lit and spread throughout the room while you were in the bedroom taking off your jewelry. Soft, slow music emanated through the house from the old record player, which Tom only pulled out for special occasions.

“You like?” Tom asks from behind you, mouth hovering next to your ear, his voice just above a whisper.

“I love.” You breathe, taking in the vaulted ceilings (which seemed so tall, even with the eight-foot Christmas tree Tom insisted on chopping down a few weeks ago) and the lone vase of red roses, which sat on the coffee table. “When did you even have time to get these?” You ask, but Tom doesn’t answer, instead he merely chuckles and pulls you towards the center of the living room, his hand still grasping yours.

“Dance with me,” He says in a low voice, his eyes never leaving yours. You smile, allowing him to pull your body gently into his as he easily leads you in slow circles. He places your right hand, still clasped in his, just over his heart as his arm firmly grips you just beneath your waist, holding you close to him as his body leads the both of you slowly.

You wrap your left arm around over his right, letting your face rest gently in the crook of his neck, allowing yourself to be consumed with the blissful, calm happiness you often felt in your heart whenever it was just the two of you, enjoying each other like this. His chin rested gently on top of your head, humming along to the music softly. Though you felt safe and calm in his arms, dancing like this, you couldn’t help but feel your heart pounding against your chest, sure that Tom could hear it despite the music.

After a few minutes, Tom kisses the side of your temple, resting his face next to yours. “Marry me.” You hear him say – though it’s quiet and shaky, and you’re not sure that you even heard him correctly.

You giggle a little, trying to play it off. “Quit messing around, Tom.” You say, pushing against him gently.

“I’m not joking,” He says, stronger this time. He pulls away from you slightly, no longer swaying. He lifts your chin up with one finger, bringing your eyes up to meet his. “Marry me.” He states again, searching for an answer within your bright eyes.

Even though your palms feel sweaty, knees are weak at the question; you can’t help the sarcastic comment that comes to mind first: “Have you even thought about this? Do you even have a - ”

Before you can finish, Tom pulls out a small velvet black box, showing it to you.

“…Ring.” You finish lamely, as Tom bends down on one knee, opening the box and taking your left hand in his. He easily flips open the lid to the velvet box, revealing a beautiful ring, featuring a full circle of dazzling bead-set diamonds that elegantly showcased the large, sparkling center diamond. You couldn’t take your eyes off the way it sparkled in the moonlight.

“Y/N, these past few years with you have been unparalleled. This is going to sound so cliché, but it must be a cliché for a reason because it’s so true – I never knew the true meaning of happiness until I met you. It’s like I’ve been walking around in a fog my whole life and then when I met you, it suddenly cleared. Darling, you make me the happiest man on Earth without even trying. Your sarcastic wit,” You chuckled as tears began rolling down your face slowly at his words, “Your ability to cry at any given moment,” Tom grinned and you laughed, shaking your head, “The way your nose scrunches up at me when you scowl at something I’ve said, or how impatient you are with me when I’m deep in a book or play. Everything that you do…” Tom trailed off shaking his head, and when he looks back up at you, you can see tears welling at the corner of his eyes. “I’ll quit babbling now,” He says, smiling. “And instead ask you what I’ve been trying to ask all along. Y/F/N, will you make the happiest man on this Christmas Eve, and say yes to marrying me?”

Without hesitation, you nod, wiping some of the tears that were still falling insistently down your face. “Yes!” You say, though it comes out as more of a squeak.

Tom grins, easily sliding the gorgeous diamond onto your finger and standing, pulling you by the hand he was still holding and into a hug, gently lifting your feet off the ground as he spun you in circles.

“I love it.” You say breathlessly as he set you down, admiring the massive rock on your finger.

“And I love you.” Tom replied, kissing your forehead as he kept his arms around you.

“I love you, too.” You respond, reaching up to find his warm lips for a soft kiss. You wrapped your right hand around his neck, pulling him closer towards you, letting the smell of Tom, the candles, and roses fill your senses.

“You taste salty,” Tom teased when he pulled away for air, referring to the constant stream of tears that had been falling down your face since he first got down on one knee.

“Don’t ruin the moment.” You glared, whacking his chest playfully. Tom laughed in response, kissing each slightly wet cheek once.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, darling.” He murmured against your skin. 

“You know, you’re going to have a hard time ever beating this Christmas Eve in the future.” You say, eyes still admiring the beautiful ring that adorned your finger.

Tom chuckled again, “Eh, we’ll think of something to make up for it. A few kids, perhaps.” He teased, and before you can say anything he’s picked you up bridal-style and is carrying you towards the bedroom, intent on making love to his fiancé all through the night.

Fin.

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[fuckthis-and-fuckthat]

His loss, My gain. PART 5

JokerXChubby reader

Summary- Not saying anything bc I’ll give it away!

Warning- No smut this time. It’s very triggering. Talk of self harm and suicide attempts. Please don’t read if you are triggered. Angtssyyyy! Don’t worry, it gets better next chapter. 

A/N- I made J like super soft but also super mean and rough. I love playing with the different sides if him and how the reader fucks with his head and heart. Not quite sure if the Joker has ever cried, but in my story he does! Well, not like ball out cry, just a tear. Also, I made Harley like a super bitch in here. I love her too death, though.

Part 1- https://1-800-kill-me-im-gay.tumblr.com/post/173544548545/his-loss-my-gian

Part 2- https://1-800-kill-me-im-gay.tumblr.com/post/173576126505/his-loss-my-gain-part-2

Part 3- https://1-800-kill-me-im-gay.tumblr.com/post/173650770775/his-loss-my-gain-part-3

Part 4- https://1-800-kill-me-im-gay.tumblr.com/post/173740290955/his-loss-my-gain-part-4

Part 6- https://1-800-kill-me-im-gay.tumblr.com/post/173765326075/his-loss-my-gain-part-6

Tagging- @haileysarahmarie @xxqueenwxtchxx @indifitel6661

@i-m-p-a-l-a-6-7 @lovermrjoker

So, I completely forgot to tag you @indifitel6661 but, the masterlist is up there^^^

Joker’s point of view.

Joker’s point of view.

She was driving me crazy. Her smell was on my clothes, in the bed, in my office. It’s like she ripped herself apart and placed pieces of her inside of me. I need to get her out and soon. The sooner we get the show on the road, the sooner she won’t feel anything and she’ll be numb. If she feels nothing for me, I won’t feel for her. 

I couldn’t even look at her as I walked by her. If I did, I’d lose my hair and flip the tables. My head was turning and I couldn’t think of anything but her, and I needed to clear my head. I texted Lucas and told him to bring around the car. 

Right as we walked out the house, my feet stopped in their tracks, meeting faces with a very pale woman with red and blue hair. Harley. I nearly spat at her and killed her, but also curious to what she wanted. Grabbing her by the hair, I slammed her into the back of the black SUV.

Pulling out my gun, I aimed it at her head, making her frown. “Whatcha’ doin’ pointing a gun at me, puddin’!?” She squeaked. I surely did not miss that obnoxious voice and accent. 

“Why are you here?” I growled, pressing the gun against her head. 

“I heard yah replaced me, puddin’! I couldn’t sit here and do nun! come ooooonnn, didn’t yah miss me, daddy?”

I didn’t miss her, but she was exactly what I needed to get my mind off if Y/N. I looked down at my phone when it buzzed, noticing it was a message from Fost.

-Y/N left. Brick took her to her apartment and to her editor. Said they wouldn’t be back for an hour or two.

I growled and threw my phone across the car. Opening the door, I stepped out onto the side walk in front of the house since we never left. How did I miss Y/N leave? Grabbing Harley by her hair, I dragged her into the penthouse and up to my room, pushing her on her knees.

“Show daddy how much you missed him.” What am I doing!? I was screaming at myself for doing this, but it had to be done. I was falling too hard for Y/N and I needed Harley to get my mind off of her. Although, it is true I hate the bitch, she gave pretty good head, but not better than Y/N. No one was better than Y/N.

Growling at Harley, I ripped open my pants, pulling out my cock and shoving it in her mouth. She quickly wrapped her lips around my length, bobbing her head back and forth. 

Closing my eyes, I tried to picture something other than Y/N, but all I could think of was how perfect she was, how her mouth felt on my dick and her pussy clenching around me. I gripped Harley’s hair harder, shoving my dick into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat, making her gag. 

I looked up, meeting eyes with a pair of vibrant Y/E/C ones. There stood Y/N, eyes wide and bloodshot at the door. I wasn’t thinking clearly and didn’t think about shutting the door. Before I could do anything, she slammed the door closed, darting down the stairs. I was quick to pull Harley away, throwing her across the floor, making her scream. 

Tucking my shit back in, I ran down the stairs and to the road, watching as Y/N’s new lambo sped down the road. Screaming, I got on my phone, calling the henchman and letting them know to find Y/N and tie up Harley. 

I jumped in my car as fast as I could, going straight to Y/N’s house, finding her car there. Running upstairs, I ran through her house, finding nothing but a note on the mirror written in lipstick. 

You fucked up, J. What ever happens to me is your fault. 

Xoxo, the soon to be new Harley Quinn. 

“AAHHHHHH!” I punched the mirror, sending shards of glass flying, some cutting my knuckles. I sprinted back to the car, tracking down Y/N to the chemical plant. My knuckles were bleeding all over the steering wheel and were squeezed tight as I hurried there, hoping to get her in time before she does anything stupid. 

Hopping out of the car, I run into the building, finding the stairs and jumping up them, finding Y/N standing at the edge. “You come near me and so help me, I’ll kill you.” She says, holding up a gun, I notice how blood drips down her arm, dripping underneath her long sleeve Shirt.

“Y/N, please, baby. Put down the gun and come to me.” My voice was soft and trembly, filled with nothing but emotion.

“DON’T CALL ME ‘BABY’! You think you can call me that and try and sweet talk me after I walk in on you with your dick in some sluts throat!?” She lets out a maniac laugh, scratching her head with the gun. “Down Harley Quinn’s throat.” 

I take a deep breath, stepping toward her to where I can pull up the sleeve of her shirt. She lets me pull up her sleeve, smearing blood over carved leters reading “I hate myself.” Pulling over the other sleeve, there’s a huge gash down the middle of her forearm and is dripping blood heavily. 

I feel my Herat break in my chest at the sight if her. Blood dripping from her arms. I could feel everything inside of me break. The wall I built around my heart came crashing down and for the first time in years, a tear slipped down my cheek. The thought of me breaking her killed me. I couldn’t watch this girl...the girl that I was falling desperately...who I was IN LOVE with die. Not over me and not over Harley. 

Y/N’s eyes closed, wobbling lightly, but not enough to lose her grip on the gun. I tried smacking it out of hand, but she twirled it in her hand, hitting me with the handle. I grunted, moving my hand to my now bloody lip. I was trying to hold my composure, to not let anger take over me. I felt my eyes stare as she went completely insane. And then a tear fell.

“you think you can manipulate me with a fucking tear and try to take my gun....don’t, don’t you think you’ve hurt me enough?” Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady her breathing and keep her eyes open. She was probably about to pass out form the blood loss, or die. “You know what, J? I love you. I’m...I’m in love with you. And If you cared...about me...” I watched as she stepped to the edge “you’d save me.” I reached for her arm, but was too late, she was already over the edge, falling into the bubbling acid. 

I grunted, walking backwards, thinking about leaving her, but I rip off my jacket.

Jumping in after her. I hit the acid, slightly burning my skin, swimming to the bottom and grabbing a hold of her and dragging her to the top. I took a gasp for  air, expecting Y/N to do th same, but she didn’t. I looked around us, noticing black swirling in the yellowish chemicals. I brushed my lips against hers, again, expecting her to make up, but she didn’t. Pressing down harder, the taste of chemicals envaded my mouth, still not waking Y/N. 

“J!” Looking up, I saw frost and my henchmen coming in. 

“Frost! Get us out! She’s not waking up!” I growled angrily, kicking over to the side and started to push Y/N up, letting the henchman grab her. I climbed out of  the chemicals, falling on to my knees beside of Y/N. “Come on, baby. I need you to wake up.” I looked up at frost eyes wide with desperation, somthing he’s never seen before...something I never felt before. 

“What happened, J?” 

“Harley happened. I couldn’t get my mind off of Y/N so I used Harley and she caught us. Then she said that she’d be here....and then....” I motioned towards her, my breathing ragid. 

“Why isn’t she waking up? Harley woke up.” Frost was looking confused, pressing his fingers to Y/N’s neck, finding her pulse. 

“Her wrists are slit.” 

“That explains why there’s barely a pulse. She lost a lot of blood. We need a hospital, J. Now.”

We barged into the hospital, Y/N in my arms, limp. Frost started screaming for a doctor, making multiple rush to us, stopping as soon as they saw who it was. 

“Save her and you won’t die.” I growled, placing Y/N on the bed. “Do I...make myself clear?” I pointed my gun at her as she nodded her head. “Good....now, she has a slit wrist and she jumped into acid. Now.....do your job...and save her.” The lady cut of Y/N’s top off and I watched as her lace clad breast came into view. Forcing my eyes away, I watched as she peeled her shirt off of her body, pulling it away from the dried blood. The cut was deep and thick, and the other arm with the letters craved into it was still bleeding a little.

“We need to hook her up to Iv’s and have a blood transfusion. If she looses too much blood then we’ll lose her for good. Sir, do you know her blood type?”

“A+.” I answered. How I knew, that’s a funny question. I had a file on her, I knew everything about her, I studied it day 

“I need an A+ and the Iv’s. Hook her up. She should be awake in an hour or two once we get her set up.”

Frost and I went home so I could change and get Y/N clothes so we could get her once she woke up. Frost’s phone started to ring and he answered it, a look of concern washing over his face.

“Sir, Y/N’s gone. It was the bat.”

[wannawritefast]

Bonnie and Clyde

A/N: As you guys can tell, I suck at posting. I’m busy and still have a crappy laptop and ant to only post stuff that I am proud of. So my posting schedule is a bit few and far between and Im super sorry. Thank you, though, to those of you who have stuck around and read my stuff. And to those who are just reading this as your first time reading my fic. Thank you! All feedback is welcomed and encouraged. Xoxo- Mama Echo

Request- anon requested: “Hii!! Love angel! Could you possibly write a fic where you and digger meet and become crime partners and spend quite a bit of time robbing banks and end up falling in love.”

Pairing: Digger Harkness x Reader, Captain Boomerang x Reader

Warnings: Language, Mentions of blood, a little bit of kissing (does that count?), Violence

Robberies were an… unconventional way to make a living. To most. But hey… It’s not like you could do much else. No one wanted to hire you. McDonald’s didn't want you as a cashier. Walmart didn't hire you. Not even those cute little 50’s diners that are typically waitressed by either college students or older women wanted you working for them. You couldn't even find work as a mascot or a sign twirler.

You couldn't sing (that high school choir teacher kept you on out of pity alone). You couldn't dance (Dance Dance Revolution was the bane of your existence). Hell, you couldn't even draw a rabbit if your life depended on it. You were seriously lacking in arts department adequacy.

You were running out of options. So, you made use of the one thing you could use. Your street smarts. You were definitely cunning enough. Not everyone could talk their way out of being arrested not once, not twice, but four times.

The rooftops and underground tunnels had practically been your playground as a child. You got your fair share of watching things unfold with an eye in the sky. Gotham wasn’t exactly prone to producing the most caring parents anyways. You’d disappear for days, sometimes weeks, at a time. And no one cared! You honestly preferred it to the hellhole some of your siblings called “home.”

But where they picked up honorable professions like lawyers, doctors, teachers, and good respectable citizens of Gotham you reserved yourself to the path of thievery.

And you were so damn good at it. You learned the ins and outs of the basic and not-so-basic security systems. You found out through trial, error, and YouTube videos how to wield knives, guns, staffs, and basically anything you could use as a weapon. You learned how to make poisons, how to hit a vital point, how to take down someone with a gun, how to adjust to your environment, and how to frame someone else for a crime.

But most importantly, you worked alone.

Always.

Trust was too risky, in your humble opinion. It wasn't something that could be thrown about willy-nilly.

You had been planning this heist for weeks now. Months. You got the building floor plans. You found a way to access the main routes of the security guards. You even got your hands on disabling the alarms for a short amount of time.

Street smarts get you places. Not thousands of dollars’ worth of schooling to be a good person.

Pfft! Where’s the fun in that anyways?

After picking up a free taxi ride to the Gotham City Museum, (Don't ask…) you took in the scene before you. Your eyes fell on the front entrance of the closed building and found it surprisingly unguarded. And dark. Perfect… No one would notice if you cut the power. You snuck around the side of the monumental museum and found the power box.

The power box was already open and tampered with. Shit. Someone’s here.

A sense of dread filled you. The electricity from the sparking power box spat at you furiously. Someone's here already.

And it isn't a security guard. To hell with the plan.

You needed to get to that ‘Historic Jewelry’ exhibit and fast. You put your velvet gloves on, pulled your mask on, and checked your voice distorter as you ran back to the front entrance of the building.

Unlocked…Shit…

You sprinted down the main entrance hall. Maps and directories zoomed past you along with benches, tables, and closed fast food vendors. You took note of the poorly guarded ice cream shop. It wasn't your fault if they had terrible security.

You were about to turn the corner when you heard the crackling of a walkie-talkie and booted footsteps on the marble floors. Security guard!

You stopped so fast that you fell forward. Shit! Maybe you did need to follow your plan a little closer.

You scrambled to your feet and bolted to the circular concierge desk. Diving over the top of the counter, it was only at that moment that you realized the damn area was made of glass. Stupid rich people and their stupid interior decorating niches!

You silently cursed yourself for your recklessness. You had about 8 seconds before the security guard turned the corner and saw you. Quietly, you climbed up the sign that said ‘Resources’ and tucked yourself into the inverted nook of the other side.

Just as you secured yourself in your hiding spot, you heard a voice speak up, “Who’s there?” You winced quietly as your heart pounded. You slowly unzipped your pouch of poison and took out your favorite white cloth.

“I know there's someone there,” he called. You heard the click of a prepped gun echo through the cavernous hall. A beacon of light silhouetted the sign you were curled into on the floor in front of you. The shadow wobbled and became unfocused as he rounded the corner and appeared below you. He scanned his flashlight along the food court that lay before you.

You took his bewilderment to advantage and pounced onto the ground behind him. The security guard noticed someone landed behind him when it was too late. You latched your arm around his neck as the ragged cloth in your other hand found its way to the man’s nose and mouth. After a few seconds of struggling, the heavy man went limp in your arms.

You slowly guided the unconscious man’s body to the ground. As soon as he was situated on his back, you took your gun out. You prepped the gun and pointed it at the man’s head hesitantly.

After a brief look back at the situation you decided that because he hadn't seen you, you would spare him… Besides the picture of kids in his wallet looked fairly recent…

And you didn't want to ruin your cover, right? You didn't kill unless the other guys shot first.

Knowing that another guard wouldn't make his way here in at least another half hour you bolted to the exhibit.

You finally arrived to the exhibit and stood still in the doorway. You holstered your gun and proceeded forward.

Until you heard voices. Goddammit! Was every security guard in Gotham City at this museum? No wonder crime is so high in Gotham. Every officer they have is here guarding the damn jewelry.

Cursing yourself mentally, you tucked yourself behind a display that held brooches that First Ladies had worn. From behind two layers of glass you looked where the voices had come from. To your slight relief, you found that the two who had been talking weren’t security guards. But they were guarding another person and he was right where you needed to be.

You inspected the two men a little closer. You almost groaned when you saw that they were young bar crawlers that would think that “no” means “convince me.”

You snuck back to the entrance that you had come through. You needed to lure at least two of three out.

Pulling your mask up so that your distortion wouldn’t affect your voice, you let out a light fake sneeze and listened to it echo through the mostly empty building.

“What was that?” a voice asked from the exhibit room. It sounded disgustingly like gravel and your skin crawled.

“What are you talking about? I didn’t hear anything. You must need to get your ears checked.” The second growled. His voice rattled with phlegm and you felt a bit of vomit bubble up from your stomach.

“I’m not stupid. I know I heard something.”

“Well, if you’re so worried about it, why don’t you check it out, Randy,” the second suggested.

“Maybe I will, Bill,” the first challenged. Men are so predictable…All you need to do is add testosterone and they just throw common sense out the window.

“No one’s stopping you,” exclaimed the second.

“Fine!” Ugh, they’re like children…but bigger and more gross.

“Fine!”

You rolled your eyes and pulled your mask back down. You quickly unhooked your garrote from its place on your hip with a metallic twang. Crossing your wrists, you leaned against the wall and awaited the man who had heard you. The silver wire glinted mischievously in the moonlight.

The lumbering man named Randy rounded the corner and when you were sure he was out of view of Bill, you attacked. You stepped behind him quietly and looped the garrote over his head, around his neck. The poor man didn’t even notice you had entrapped him.

You pulled the handles down a little harder than you had expected and Randy was yanked to the floor. Unfortunately, the weight of the man brought you down with him. You grunted with the sudden change in gravity but kept your grip on the handles.

Randy frantically scratched at the wire tightened around his throat but he wasn’t slowing down. You changed your position so that your feet were on his shoulders and you straightened your legs to get more power. The poor man was so desperate to be released that he brought his huge fist down right on your ankle. A sob of pain escaped your lips, a strange sound with your voice distorter. You pulled even harder. It was only a matter of time before his buddy got curious.

The man slowly struggled less and less. After three minutes of constant fighting the man lay deathly still. You cautiously felt his intensely marred throat for a pulse. Nothing.

You were still hot from the effort of taking down the first guard. Sweat soaked the crown of your head as you pulled the now sticky garrote from his neck and reattached it to its original spot. One down, you thought to yourself, two to go…

You took the mask off of your head as your heart beat fast at the adrenaline coursing through your veins and the mini workout you had just accomplished. You cracked your neck and stretched out to calm yourself.

This time you would use a different tactic that had never failed you. You tousled your hair and put on your red lipstick.

“Randy!” Bill called. “You ok over there?” You put on your best doe-eyed look and cleared your throat.

“Hello?” you called lightly, making sure your voice sounded as feminine as possible.

You peered around the corner at the middle-aged man. The man looked startled to see you. He was about to say something before you put your finger to your lips motioning for him to be quiet. Bill swallowed harshly and gaped at you. You curled your finger toward him in a gesture to beckon him to come to you.

He pointed to his chest and mouthed “Me?” You resisted your urge to both roll your eyes and throw up as you affirmed his question with a doe-eyed look and a wink.

This guy was seriously stupid. Here you were in the middle of a museum in the dark of night and he thought that some lost girl just sauntered into this exact exhibit looking for a good time? What an idiot… If it's this easy to get someone to do something, maybe henchmen weren’t a bad investment after all.

You walked back to the corner and waited for him to appear. As soon as he turned the corner you gave him a sweet smile. He smirked disgustingly and you roundhouse kicked him with your good ankle in response. He crumpled to the ground unconscious. It was your turn to smirk. You leaned over him as you poured fast-acting poison down his throat and forced him to swallow it. He convulsed briefly then lay still. Second down…Here comes the home stretch.

You limped back to the exhibit and pulled the mask on. The man still had his back to you as you approached. Many of the cases were already open and empty. You estimated that he had cleaned out about $10 million dollars-worth of stuff already. His gloved fingers plucked the massive diamond from its display. That diamond alone was worth $4 million and you could practically see yourself signing the check for your own house. He stuck it in his bag that held other jewelry pieces from the museum cases you had passed.

You unsheathed one of your knives as he turned and pressed it to his throat. You shoved him into the display case he had just stolen from. He looked at you with surprise.

You examined him for a moment. Your arm was pressed against his chest and you could feel his muscles along your forearm as he breathed. The man had dark blue eyes that looked almost green and his face was riddled with cuts, a bruise, and scars. You were taken aback by how handsome the bearded man was and decided to let him know.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t cut your throat this second,” your distorted voice threatened. His green orbs flickered down to the blade pressed to his windpipe before he stared you right in the eyes.

With one swift movement, he pulled out a gun and pressed it to your jaw. “That reason enough for you,” he questioned. You gulped at the feeling of the barrel of the pistol held against the base of your jaw and slightly in realization that he had an accent. Australian… Damn, if he wasn’t holding your income for the next 30 years…

You suddenly disarmed him like you had done so many times before and smirked at him as his gun clattered to the floor. He put his hands up in surrender.

“You were saying,” you goaded.

“Ok, mate,” the Aussie began, “First of all, what the fuck. Secondly- Oh my god, look!”

He pointed behind you exaggeratedly and you deadpanned. “What was the point in that,” your distorted voice asked.

“Worth a shot,” he shrugged.

“I’m still waiting for that reason,” you reminded him.

“Ok, seriously, how did you get past my guards.” He asked with his gorgeous accent. He would’ve been more gorgeous if he wasn’t holding your bag of jewels. What the fuck am I thinking?! He furrowed his brows in confusion at my ability to get to him.

“I strangled the first and poisoned the second.”

“Damn, you’re hardcore.”

“Well, they were stupid so… Not my fault.”

“I was going to kill them, anyways. They actually thought that I was going to split it with them,” he laughed a little bit.

“That’s really funny! Yeah,” you laughed with him then turned serious, “Hand me the bag.”

“What? No!”

“Um, yes,” you protested. You reminded him just how sharp your knife was.

“Oi, why do you have the little voice changing thingy, anyways” he asked suddenly. You swallowed harshly.

“Why- why not? It’s good for my cover,” you stammered with your voice still robotic sounding.

“That’s what a mask is for,” he stated, “You don’t need a voice changing thingy for that.”

“It’s called a voice distortion box,” you corrected.

“I don’t care what it’s called! You’re hiding something,” he accused.

“I'm the one hiding something? We're both thieves. Why don't you read the fucking room, bud?”

His eyes burned into yours and you had to look away for a moment. You turned your head to look at the display cases over his shoulder when something caught your eye.

There, back against the glass of a display case, was a security guard. And he had his eyes set right at the man you were pressed against. He hadn’t seen you yet but if he shot he would soon enough.

You looked at the tall muscular man in front of you with a sudden change in demeanor. He looked at you the same way.

You whispered, “There’s a security guard on the other side of a glass case behind you.”

He looked to you with fear in his eyes and the strange feeling of wanting to comfort him arose in your chest. He responded, “Yeah, there’s one there behind you too.”

Your heart leapt in terror. “Ok, grab your gun,” you whispered to him.

“I can’t. It’s on the floor, remember?” he explained. You cursed yourself for what seemed like the millionth time this night.

Then you realized how loud your distortion box was. Quickly making a choice, you yanked your mask off and stuffed it into your bra. You looked to the Aussie in front of you and he stared at you in shock. “Y-you’re a girl,” he marveled quietly.

“Yes, I’m a girl. You better get over it quickly or we’re both going to have bullets in our heads. Now, in my back pockets are two extra pistols. Grab them,” you elaborated.

“You’re kinda hot,” he commented with a handsomely crooked smile. You gave him a look as you blushed furiously. You hoped that the darkness was hiding the redness tickling your face.

“Now’s not the time for that,” you quipped, “I need you to grab the pistols. I can't grab them because the movement would be too sudden and we would, again, end up with bullets in our brains. For the second time, the guns are in the back pockets of my pants.”

“Right,” he nodded obediently. You sheathed your knife and raised your eyebrows in a go-ahead type of cue.

His green eyes stayed on yours as his rough hands slowly smoothed over your waist. There was something pleasant about having his hands on you. Not the time, not the time… Eye contact still maintained, you felt his fingers move down your back and graze a patch of exposed skin.

Your stomach did a gymnastics routine as he blinked at you with his long dark lashes. His hands started down the curve of your butt and something changed in his pretty forest-colored eyes. You prayed to whoever your maker was that you would be alive to explore it more in the future. You felt his hands grab onto the handles of the pistols.

The right side of your pants got lighter as he slid the gun along your hip and held it to you at stomach level. You grabbed it and prepped the barrel.

You were a little more than stunned when he wrapped both arms around you again. Still maintaining the staring match the two of you had, he grabbed the remaining pistol and pushed you into his chest. You looked at him with wide eyes, questioning why he did so. He returned a look that unmistakably said, trust me.

The scary thing was, that even though you vowed to never trust anyone else, you did trust him.

You nodded tentatively at him and he gave you a mischievous smile.

Before you knew what was happening, he had wrapped his arm around your waist and fired his gun that was in his other hand. You heard a body hit floor after the gunshot rang through the building. You saw the guard behind your human shield aim his weapon and you rapidly pushed the Aussie to the floor straddling his waist so he was underneath you. Safe. The case shattered above you and a shower of glass rained down on the two of you. You curled into his chest and waited for the glass to settle before sitting up and firing your pistol at the remaining guard. You got him in the first shot but he had fired his gun milliseconds before you fired yours. His bullet grazed your shoulder.

“Mother fucker!” you fumed. Your hand shot to grasp your shoulder. The Aussie sat up surprised by how quickly you had taken action.

“You alright there, love?” he asked with genuine concern. With a sour expression, you nodded.

He held out his hand, “I’m Digger, by the way.”

You clutched at your shoulder as it throbbed. You calmed yourself enough to speak up again.

“Y/n,” you offered in response and he smiled that devilishly attractive smirk. “Let’s get out of here, yeah?” He smiled at your suggestion. You stood up and he followed suit. “Which way,” you questioned.

You caught a glimpse of the bag of jewels lying mockingly by the case. You glared at it but not before grabbing it. Digger put his hand on your waist suddenly.

“Whoa, hey,” you pushed his hand away. “Let's not get handsy.”

“As much as I'd love to, you are in no position to walk. So I'm just going to-” he reached for your waist again and you swatted his hand away again.

“I can walk. Thank you very much,” you crossed your arms and whimpered at the pain it caused to your bullet wound. You remembered your ankle when you shifted your weight painfully. But you kept a tough face.

“Y/n,” he crooned lowly with his hypnotizing accent. Oh baby Jesus… You forgot that you were supposed to respond for a moment.

“Digger,” you replied in the same tone.

“You gonna walk or what?”

“Yeah, of course. I was just waiting for you to go first. Chivalry isn't dead, you know,” you said flatly. The pain in your arm was reeling.

“You're in pain,” he stated. He rolled his green eyes humorously.

“I'm in pain,” you agreed embarrassed.

“Let me help you out,” he offered, “you saved my life.”

“You saved mine.” You fired back.

Without another word, he handed you the bag of priceless jewelry and scooped you up in his arms. Digger only gave you a funny look and walked toward the exit of the museum.

After guiding him to your way home, you arrived at your apartment. You hopped lightly out of his arms careful to not put weight on your ankle.

Your apartment wasn't anything special. Unlocking the door you limped into your living room: your favorite spot in the apartment. It was simple but cozy. It had a couch, a cheap TV, and a plethora of blankets. Soft lighting from your old lamp helped sooth you despite your eventful day.

Digger locked the door behind you as you hurled the bag of expensive jewelry on your stained armchair. You lugged your first aid kit from under your couch and popped the latches open. You grabbed an Ace Wrap out and took off your shoe gingerly or attempted to as Digger sat down next to you. The TV was still on from earlier in the day. It was perpetually on the news channel for obvious reasons.

With difficulty from both the pain in your ankle and the throbbing from your shoulder you fiddled unsuccessfully with your laces. Wordlessly Digger grabbed your legs and pulled them toward him as he gently went to work on your shoe laces. Something about the gesture felt strangely kind and you didn't feel at all unsafe as he did so. Nervous in fact.

You watched as he pulled your boot off of your foot and tossed it unceremoniously to the floor. He gently rolled the ankle around testing its range of motion. As it was turned toward your other foot, a sharp pain shot up through your leg and stabbed at your hip. A scream of pain ripped through the air of your apartment and Digger jumped at sound.

You yanked your leg up to your chest but Digger wrapped his hand around your knee and pulled it back. A tear involuntarily rolled itself down your cheek. You turned your face away and handed him the Ace wrap. You felt the cloth slowly wrapped itself around your ankle. The pain throbbed as it got tighter and you winced as another tear silently fell. This hurt like a bitch.

You had clenched your eyes so tight that you didn't even notice that Digger had finished wrapping your ankle. You didn't even notice that he had seen you cry until his finger caught a third tear escaping your eye. Stunned again by his kindness, your eyes snapped open and saw how close he was. Less than a foot away, you gazed into the Aussie’s gorgeous green eyes. Your eyes darted down to his lips momentarily. Was he going to kiss you? He leaned forward and reached for your zipper.

“Not even gonna wait for the first date? Someone's impatient,” you smirked. He chuckled lightly.

“Definitely not gonna wait to get your shoulder cleaned,” he bemused, "but I'm flattered.”

“Oh. In that case,” you pulled the gloves off your hands and unzipped the top. You gingerly pulled it off your injured shoulder and tossed it to the side with your shoe. You grabbed the medical alcohol and sauntered to the bathroom in just your bra and pants. Digger followed with an amused smirk on his face.

You sat on the counter and leaned your shoulder over the sink. Or at least attempted to. Every time you put pressure on your arm it stung like no other. You cursed at your lack of coordination.

“Having trouble,” Digger asked as he leaned in the doorway. You only answered him with a look. No matter what you seemed to do it only ended in an awkward position.

“No,” you answered defiantly. He raised an eyebrow at you. You did need a little bit of help. “Fine. Yes. I need help,” you sighed relenting. “But only because you offered.” You eyed him warily as he grabbed the alcohol and took the cap off. “This is gonna hurt. Isn't it?”

“Only a little, love. I'll do it when you're not expecting it.”

“How could I not be expecting it when you literally have the bottle in your ha- OW!” Digger did do it when you didn't expect him to. You just didn't expect it so soon. A sharp sting raced up your neck and arm. Strings of creative curses escaped your mouth and filled the bathroom. “MOTHERFUCKER!”

He curtly set the bottle back on the counter. “All done.”

“‘All done.’” You mocked his accent. “You dump alcohol on my wounded shoulder while I scream in pain and the only thing you have to say is ‘all done’. I have half a mind to kick you out ri-”

But Digger didn't let you finish. He covered his lips over your angry ones. Your resolve melted into his kiss. You momentarily forgot about what had just happened when he pulled away. Mild disappointment washed over you. “Sorry about that,” you whispered. Your noses were still almost touching. “I’ve got a bit of a temper if you haven’t noticed.”

“I noticed,” he commented as he leaned his face forward to capture your lips again. You closed your eyes and sighed as he worked his mouth against yours. Somehow his hands slid down your hips and around your ass eventually finding the back of your thighs and lifting you to on top of the bathroom counter. Your hands instinctively made their way to his unruly light brown hair and his beanie fell to the floor haphazardly.

The intensity in the small bathroom only increased. Digger pushed the small of your back closer to him, the already close proximity not close enough evidently. You nipped at his lips teasingly and a chuckle hummed against his mouth and yours.

“Mrow.”

“What the hell was that,” Digger asked pulling away, just as startled as you were.

You looked to the source of the sound and found one of your cats rubbing Digger’s ankles.

“That’s Clyde.” You giggled. A second one, Bonnie, hopped up onto the counter next to you. The ginger tabby walked into your lap and began sniffing your face not even minding the awkward position that you were in.

“I should have known you were a cat person,” Digger crouched down next to Clyde as your third and final cat trotted into the bathroom. Capone, your tuxedo cat, sat right at the doorframe and observed the situation in the bathroom with a cool reserve.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No. I rather like cats,” he beckoned to Capone, rubbing his fingers together. Capone blinked at him, took a few strides forward, and sat again this time just out of Digger’s reach. Somehow Clyde had made his way onto Digger’s shoulders and Bonnie was seriously contemplating joining him. Digger scooted closer to your tuxedo cat.

“It’s ok, Dig. Capone usually doesn’t take to…” You trailed off when your usually stoic feline laid down in front of Digger. “...strangers.”

The Australian shot you a cocky look as Capone basked in the attention of his new friend. Bonnie and Clyde took turns yelling at Digger for some of his attention as well. You laughed at how fast Digger had charmed your furry children.

“What?” He asked with a smile on his face. It wasn’t a flirty smirk though. It wasn’t ingenuine either. But it was a smile that you felt had been reserved for you. And only you. It was happy and warm and it was yours. Somehow, in that soft bathroom lighting with two noisy cats and the stench of medical alcohol after a successful heist Digger had wormed his way into your heart too.

You shook off your moment of introspection. “You really give a new meaning to cat burglar, you know that, right?” Digger threw his head back in laughter. “You’ve stolen their hearts in a mere matter of minutes.”

“Have I stolen yours?” There was that cheeky lilt in his voice that you would never admit was actually quite attractive.

“Now, now. Let’s not get cocky, casanova…”

“That wasn’t an answer.”

“Oh, shut up!”

“You like me!”

“What are you five?”

“You didn’t deny it either,” you rolled your eyes and picked up Capone as you walked out of the bathroom. You slung him over your shoulder like a baby and he sat there. He kneaded the air with his white mitts contentedly. “Here me out though. I-”

“Wait, do you hear that?” You shushed him for a moment as you rushed to the remote and turned up the volume on the TV.

The plastic-looking woman reported from her futuristic looking conference table, “We have some breaking news from Gotham City Museum. An armed robbery occurred about an hour ago and famous jewelry from the travelling ‘First Ladies and Royalty’ exhibit, amongst other priceless artifacts, is gone. Let’s send it over to Kaye.”

Your gaze met Digger’s in shock. You had been thorough… What went wrong?

“Thanks, Wanda. We are at the scene of the crime here at Gotham City Museum. This felony has left 2 security guards and 2 criminal accomplices dead as well. There is one surviving security guard but he seems to be suffering from amnesia. As of right now, there is no security footage of the crime as the main power grid and the back-up generator were hijacked during the robbery. There are two suspects as to who it could be.”

You gulped heavily, the suspense killing you.

“The first suspect is Catwoman who frequents jewelry heists and the level of mastery leads many to believe that this handiwork is of the feline femme fatale felon.”

You rolled your eyes at the fluffy wording.

“The second, more surprising, suspicion is not one but two criminals. Police suspect a Bonnie and Clyde copycat situation. There is no eyewitness account to go off of but a man on the street claims to have seen a couple, a man and woman, exiting the premises. Sir, can you tell us what you saw?”

The camera suddenly shifted to footage of what looked like a homeless drug addict. He eyed the camera warily. “Yeah, I saw a man and woman. Looked like they were married. Cute couple if you ask me. From where I was standing, it looked like the husband was carrying his pregnant wife.”

Pregnant? You looked to Digger suddenly. Why on earth… The man thought the bag of jewels was a belly with a bun in the oven! This was perfect! You burst out laughing victoriously. You had never been more thankful for the homeless and reminded yourself to do some community outreach in the following months.

“Thank you, sir. And is there anything else noteworthy to say?”

He turned to the camera dramatically. “I need to take a piss right now.”

You burst out laughing again as the reporter frantically told the camera to switch as the man proceeded to begin working on his pant’s zipper. Grabbing the remote again, you turned the TV off.

Digger just smiled at you mirthfully with a look on his face.

“What?” You questioned with a smile that matched his.

“A couple, huh?”

“You’re insufferable.”

“And pregnant?!” He shouted in mock excitement.

“Oh, calm down. You’ll wake the baby,” you teased while giggling.

“I’m not hearing a denial,” he said. You knew that he was only half-joking.

“You’re not getting a ‘yes’ immediately either,” you ushered him to the door.

“What?! Oh, this is just cruel!”

The two of you stood in the doorway of your apartment. “Next Friday at 7. Pick me up. Take me out to dinner then we’ll talk.”

“Maybe a little more,” he asked, waggling his eyebrows playfully. This man…

“Good night, Digger,” You laughed as you began to close the door.

Before you could shut it though, he pushed the door open a little more with his hand. You were a little bewildered until Digger pressed his lips against yours quickly. He pulled away just as fast and gauged your reaction.

You grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him in for one more kiss. He enthusiastically kissed back. As you finished the kiss, you half-heartedly pushed him back into the hallway. You broke away with a smile and told him ‘goodnight’ for the second time.

You shut the door and the last thing you saw before closing it was his green eyes.

And you genuinely looked forward to Friday.

[soaimagines]

Scar Tissue

Request: Imagine Jax comforting you.

This was a very special imagine for a very special babe and I hope this is what you were wanting. Im not 100% happy with it but i wanted to get this out for you. I love you! 

Warnings: Death & Grief/Mourning

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“The way sadness works is one of the strange riddles of the world. If you are stricken with a great sadness, you may feel as if you have been set aflame, not only because of the enormous pain, but also because your sadness may spread over your life, like smoke from an enormous fire. You might find it difficult to see anything but your own sadness, the way smoke can cover a landscape so that all anyone can see is black. You may find that if someone pours water all over you, you are damp and distracted, but not cured of your sadness, the way a fire department can douse a fire but never recover what has been burnt down.”

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One year. It has been one year. It seems more real now. It felt real when you were sobbing on the bathroom floor and it felt real when you saw him in his casket. It was real when you got the phone call and it was real when you saw the flowers at his grave. It was real three months later when someone said his name and you had to leave the room because the pain and the memories hit you all at once and it was just too much to bare. But somehow it felt more real now. Knowing that it had been a year. Twelve months. 52 Weeks. 365 days. “Just give it time. Time heals everything” That’s what they said. They lied. He wasn’t supposed to leave you. He wasn’t supposed to be gone.He was your best friend and he was supposed to be by your side and you were supposed to be laughing together and getting into trouble like you had when you were younger. But now you found yourself dialling his number only to hear his voice on his voicemail. You questioned whether it had hurt this much when you first found out. At least then you were in shock. Now you knew just how much it would hurt for all the days that followed. It hurt on your birthday and it hurt on his. It hurt on Christmas and New Years and all the other holidays. It hurt on a Thursday afternoon when you could have sworn you saw his face in a passing stranger in the street. It hurt when you got a promotion and the first person you wanted to tell, the first number you dialed, never picked up. Of course, there had been good days. There had been days when you didn’t feel so broken, when the ache in your chest wasn’t so strong and you would go about your day feeling a semblance of what normal used to be and it would feel good and you would feel fine. But then you’d come across a smell that reminds you of him, or a song would play on the radio, that same song he used to sing when he was drunk and suddenly you’re not fine anymore. Seasons came and passed and now the trees are bare and the ground is covered in leaves and all you can think about was him. You could still remember it. The phone call. The last time you saw him. The last words he spoke. Those are the moments etched into your memory. You remembered every detail and oh, how they haunted you.

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It was early evening when you finally got home. Today was the day. Today it had been one year. You had made sure to keep your day busy, doing anything you could to keep your mind off of what today meant. But there was only so much you could do in a day and you finally arrived at home. Jax’s bike wasn’t in the driveway and you chewed your lip, debating whether or not you were up for a visit to the clubhouse. But the truth was you were exhausted from keeping yourself together all day so you pulled the keys out of the ignition and slid out of your car. Once inside you kicked off your shoes and tossed your purse onto the sofa before shrugging out of your jacket and tossing that in the same direction. As you walked into the kitchen you reached up and pulled the hair tie out of your hair and let it fall around you, sliding the elastic onto your wrist. You ran a hand through your hair, pushing it out of your face and took a deep breath as you pulled the bottle of Whiskey off the shelf before returning to the cupboard for a glass. You were halfway through the first glass when you heard a car pull up and you leant back to peer out the window through the blinds. Hmm. Opies truck rolled to a stop and you watched as Jax hopped out of it and began walking towards the front door. The front door opened and closed and only a moment later Jax entered the kitchen. “Hey darlin’” He said softly. You gave him a small smile and took a sip before swirling the glass in your hand. “Where’s your bike?” “Don’t worry about that.” He stepped closer to you and winked. “Go get dressed. We’re going out.” You sighed and placed your glass on the table. “Look, Jax I’m really not in the mood to go out.” He stopped in front of you and brought his hands to your face. He pushed back your hair and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “I know, babe. Trust me. Get dressed.” You gave another defeated sigh but stood. Jax ran his hands down your arms and grasped them in his own before bringing them to his lips. “I haven’t forgotten what today is.” Tears stung the back of your eyes, threatening to spill over but you held them back. “I’ll get changed.” You whispered and kissed his lips before slinking off to the bedroom.

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After driving for almost an hour Jax pulled to the side of the road into an unmarked gravel driveway. “Where exactly are you taking me?” You asked. As far as you could tell you were in the middle of nowhere, probably on some of Elliot Oswald’s property and you weren’t sure what exactly Jax had planned. He didn’t answer, only flashed you a smile and a wink before driving on. A gate leading into a field had been left open and Jax drove through it before pulling to a stop in the centre of the field. “We’re here.” He smiled and slid out of the truck. You hopped out and glanced around the empty field, your eyes adjusting to the darkness. Jax had hopped up onto the bed of the truck and he offered you his hand. You took it and he pulled you up. He had set up pillows and blankets in the bed of the truck and both of you knelt and laid against the pillows. He lifted his arm and you curled into his side before looking up at the sky. Billions of stars shone down on you and to call it beautiful wouldn’t do it justice. It was so much more than that, a blanket of darkness littered with stars and constellations. You couldn’t help but search for the brightest one and you found it directly above you. The tears you had held in all day began to flow and you didn’t try to stop them as you looked up at the star. Jax noticed and he squeezed you a little tighter and kissed your forehead. He didn’t say anything and you didn’t need him to. He simply held you while you cried and once the tears slowed and dried in your cheeks he turned to you. His hand moved up to cup your face and he wiped stray tears away with his thumb. You stayed like that for a little while longer, your eyes focused on each other as the stars shone above you. “Does it get easier?” You asked quietly. Jax pondered your words and thought about his father and all the loss he had endured in his life before he shook his head. “No.” He whispered. “You just learn to adjust. You learn how to live without them.” You nodded and closed your eyes and Jax kissed your forehead. “Darlin’ I don’t know what happens when you die. I don’t know if there’s a heaven and I guess none of us will ever know until we’re gone but wherever he is.. I know he loves you. And I know he’s proud of you.” His words set off the waterworks again and you sobbed silently in his arms. “You are so strong.” He whispered in your ear. “It’s okay baby, I’m here.” Jax wrapped his arms around you and rocked you gently while you cried “I’m not going anywhere, okay? I’m right here. I’ll always be right here.You’ll get through this.” With your head pressed against his chest you found comfort in the sound of his heartbeat. His fingers stroked through your hair as he held you close . Maybe you would never get over it and maybe that was okay.

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oh, baby [draco malfoy]

request: “Could u do Draco x reader with prompts 97 and 103 please? It would be so interesting plus I love your writing. You're so cool xoxo” -anon

word count: ~3000

a/n: why thank u anon, i AM pretty cool! (kidding im actually SO lame like u dont even know omG) anyway i wrote this at like 3 am and im posting it at 5 am so. i’m a few hours late (like a day actually but who’s counting, NOT ME) but happy bday to the real OG man draco malfoy! now enjoy this hot mess of sleep deprivation, angst, snark, and marina and the diamonds inspiration

97: “i don’t want to have a baby.”

103: “i had to see you again.”

When you were twelve, your grandfather died.

(Sometimes you still hear his voice, late at night, when your window is open a crack and the wind is whistling against the glass, making the tree branches outside of your room shake. You sit up straight, eyes wide, clutching your duvet in your fists. You usually come to the conclusion you were dreaming in your half-asleep state of mind and drift back off, only to recall nothing the following morning.)

You don’t remember much; while you weren’t exactly too young, you moreso blocked the memories from your mind. You do remember holding your mother as she wept into your shirt, face blank, eyes cast to the ground. You remember sneaking around your house in the middle of the night, creeping upon the pinprick of light that casted out from behind the door of your father’s study. Putting your eye against the crack between the floor and the wood, you only saw pacing feet. You remember your grandmother frequenting your house many times, usually around dinner, when she would join you. Just you - your mother would not leave her bed, your father would not leave his office. She smiled at you with glassy eyes and tearstained cheeks, slipping you a piece of candy after you were refused a bowl of ice cream. Not so much refused, actually - just ignored, for your mother would not leave the pile of blankets she called home and your father would not answer the door.

It was a rough time. The rough period lasted for a good few months, until your father threw a few cardboard boxes in your room and grunted, “Pack up your things. We’re leaving.”

Days later, you stood in front of one of the largest houses you’d ever seen. Your father, holding hands with your mother for the first time in years, smiled and laid a hand on your shoulder.

“This is our new home,” he’d announced. “When your grandfather died-”

You coughed, scowling at the brick driveway.

“-your mother inherited the house from him. He handed me the business. We’re rich now. Go, choose your bedroom.”

You chose the bedroom with the most windows. The house was dark inside, curtains drawn and candles lit. You traveled down the many hallways and didn’t stop until you found at least two windows.

That summer, as you explored the neighborhood (mostly just trees and a long, winding paved road that no cars ever drove down), lonely, you finally came upon another mansion, this one even bigger than your own. There was a boy outside, staring at the ground with a frown. You approached him tentatively. At the sound of your footsteps, he turned, frown twisting into an even deeper scowl.

“Who are you?” He called, voice laced with authority and scorn. When you said your name, he scoffed. “You aren’t one of us. Go away. We don’t want your kind here.”

You planted your hands on your hips, brows raises. “My… kind?”

“Yes. Go away.”

“What if I don’t want to? I’m not on your property. Therefore, I have a right to be here,” you smirked triumphantly, chin raised. The boy muttered something under his breath.

“Your kind is so annoying. Just get out of here.” He looked behind him, towards the door. When he looked back, his expression was one of concern. “My parents don’t like me talking to you people. If they catch me, we’ll both be in trouble. Save both of our arses and go back home. Where do you live, anyway?”

You pointed behind you. “Some mansion back there.”

He smiled then. Well, more of a smirk than a smile, but you were just glad he wasn’t upset anymore. It had been weeks since you talked to people your own age. Even if he was rude, he was still your age.

“So you’re rich, then?”

You shrugged. “I guess so. I don’t really care about money.”

“Don’t care about money? How could you not care about money?”

“I just don’t. There are more important things in the world. Like… chocolate,” you grinned, leaning against the nearest tree. You stuffed your hands into the pockets of your shorts. “I have loads at my house. Would you like some?” He seemed vaguely intrigued, but unsure. You added, “I know you’re not supposed to talk with… my ‘kind’,” you made air quotes, “but I will keep my lips sealed if you keep yours sealed.”

The boy finally muttered, “Fine. But I am only coming because I want chocolate.” He climbed over the fence and followed you back to your mansion. Halfway there, you asked him his name. Grumbling, he said, “I’m Draco Malfoy.”

He disappeared during the school year but, without fail, he always showed up over the summer. When you asked him about his school, all he said was that he went to some boarding school in Scotland. You didn’t “bond” over summers, really, but before you knew it, you found yourself looking forward to seeing him. You didn’t kiss him until you were fifteen, cheeks rosy from running around in the woods. It was a spur of the moment thing - you weren’t surprised when he left immediately, not showing up for a week. When he saw you, though, he pushed you up against a tree and pressed his lips against your neck, muttering something about how disappointed his parents would be. You only grinned and said, “Well, I find it very entertaining to disappoint my parents, don’t you?” He pulled away and rolled his eyes, but kissed you again anyway.

The summer of the year you were sixteen, you snuck him inside your bedroom for the night. He snuck back out before dawn, pressing a kiss to your forehead and mumbling a goodbye. You faked being asleep.

When he was seventeen, he told you he could do magic. He told you about his world, why his parents would be so disappointed, who he was. Instead of yelling at him for being crazy, like he thought you would, you kissed him hard and tangled your hands in his hair, laughing at the word “muggle”. He changed a simple wildflower to a bird with a wave of his wand, then changed the bird to a bouquet of roses. You teased him for being so sappy. When you got home, you stuck the roses in a vase of water and left them on your nightstand.

The thing with falling in love is that it’s like you’re standing at the edge of a cliff, holding onto invisible railings. All of a sudden, the railing is gone, and you’re lurching over the side, falling, falling, twisting in midair - until you finally hit the ground, a broken body in the broken world you live in. It’s opening your mouth to take a breath, but your lungs suddenly fail, the only thing you inhale being smoke and ash and the smog that hangs in the horizon. It’s opening your heart, your most vulnerable place, your secrets, and leaving it out in the open, the only security blanket your hopes and words asking for nobody to harm it. It’s crazy. It’s wild. It’s when you can’t sleep at night, can’t eat in the morning, can’t think ever.

The night Draco tells you about his magic, you sneak him into your room again. This isn’t the second time, this isn’t the last time - but something is different. Something is… more intimate, really. It’s like you’ve opened the floodgates and a whole wave of emotions come, not caring about the destruction it leaves in its wake.

Falling in love is being completely and utterly at the disposal of the soul before you.

And you can’t do anything about it.

“So you’re leaving in a week?” You ask, mouth dry. Draco nods, his fingers laced in his lap. His hair is messy, shirt untucked, which is rare for him, the proper git he is. Your hand itches at your side to smooth out the blond. “Oh. Well, you’ll be back soon.”

“A year,” he laughs humorlessly, looking anywhere but your face. You sigh, dropping onto the ground. The dry leaves crack and snap under the weight of your body. You rest a hand on his shoulder. He still refuses to look at you.

You wish this is easier. This… isn’t easy. This is harder than anything you’ve done before. Deep in your mind, deep, deep down, you know this is the right thing to do. He has a right to know. He… has a say in this. But that doesn’t tell the nerves eating at your stomach to stop chewing, or your frantically beating heart to slow down a bit, it’s okay. It will be okay. It has to be okay. He… is nice.

He’s actually kind of a prick, but he means well.

You clear your throat. A second later, you hear yourself saying, “I have to talk to you about something.”

“We’re talking right now, aren’t we?”

“This is… important,” you take a deep breath. “Very, very important. This is the most important thing we have ever talked about.”

Draco looks at you then, an amused expression on his face. “Most important? What, do I not exist? What about the fact that I’m a bloody wizard?”

You swallow. It feels like there’s something in your throat. You realize it’s the words you’re about to say - you have to force them down, keep calm, keep the situation under control. This is not the time for word vomit. This is the time for collected speaking. This is the time for-

“I’m pregnant,” you blurt.

Fuck.

Draco whips around. His slate eyes are wide, lips parted. You hear him say, “You’re what?!”

“You’re the only person I shag. So.” Out of the corner of your eye (you’re staring at the ground so hard, your vision is blurring), Draco is tugging at his blond hair. You think you might want to do that, too. Instead, you keep your hands balled at your side. “So,” you repeat. “So. It’s. It’s yours.”

“Oh my - fuck, Merlin, fuck,” he drops off the log he was previously sitting on to your side. His hands find yours, fingers fitting into the crevices you feel that, well, they were meant to. It’s like a puzzle, really, and in your mind, it works. This jigsaw the two of you make, anyway. Like, you’re kind of a bitch and he’s kind of a dick, so it works. And you’re pretty emotionally numb and. Well. His family situation is so bad he might as well be.

“Yeah,” you laugh shakily. This isn’t funny. You don’t know why you’re laughing, so you do it again. “Yeah. I. Um. I am. For, like, two months. I thought I was just gaining weight. And my. Uh. Period has always been kinda irregular, so. I took a test.”

“And you’re…”

“Yeah,” you nod. You can’t look into his eyes. You can’t look at his face, or you might burst into tears. “Yeah, yeah. There’s a fucking baby is my stomach. Well. Uterus, really, but, uh. Somewhere down there.”

Draco is deadly silent for a good few minutes. You are, too. You don’t speak. You wait for him to say something, anything. Finally, he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulls you into his side.

“Fuck.”

That’s all he says. You think you agree.

You nod, “Yeah. Um, I,” you wipe at your eyes, sniffing. “I don’t want to have a baby. I’m only seventeen.”

“Then don’t. Isn’t there a… procedure? A muggle procedure?”

“I don’t wanna do that either. I’m gonna have the baby, but. I’m scared,” you’re whispering now, and despite your wishes, tears are falling down your cheeks, landing on your lap. “And you can’t even be with me, so.” Draco ducks his head. The ends of his hair tickles your cheek. You lean your head against his. “Please say something.”

“Did you tell your parents?”

You shake your head. “No. I’m more worried about yours.”

“I’ll handle it. I’ll try.”

The next day, you meet outside. His face is expressionless. You know him too well - his eyes speak wonders. They’re broken, like shattered glass, a longing deep inside of them. It’s like looking into a well and seeing something shiny at the bottom, something you want, but can never get without falling in and never being able to get out.

“I can’t speak to you anymore.”

You freeze. In your mind, gears whirl, ice freezes over, your stomach drops. You choke out a, “Wh-what?”

Draco swallows, “I told my parents. If you cannot get rid of… it,” he snaps, “then fine. But you cannot talk to me. Ever again. I am going to my last year of school, then I am becoming an Auror.”

“Draco-”

“I must leave now. Goodbye.”

Your knees shake as you force yourself to stand, to watch him walk away. You wait until he’s gone to cry, so you don’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you in pain. When you get back to your house, eyes bloodshot, lips red, you tell your parents. It takes you an hour to convince your dad not to go to his house and tell off his father.

“It won’t work,” you cry, holding onto his shirt. “They’re… different. I made a mistake, talking to him. Now I’m paying for it.”

Your mother whispers, “Do you love him? Did you love him?”

When you nod, she wraps you in her arms and lets you weep into her shirt. You get a mysterious sense of deja vu. Your father locks himself in his office for only a day. When he comes out, he hugs you, whispering how everything will be okay.

For your last year of school, you go to a special school with pregnant teens. Your grandmother moves into a spare room once she learns of the news, unjudging and supportive. You grow bigger and bigger, stomach inflating, until you have to get new clothes. As soon as you can, you find out that the child inside of you is a girl.

(You were hoping for a girl. You love girls.)

You’re due in late February. When December rolls around, you’re already sick of everything. It’s hard to sleep on your stomach and you can’t wear your favorite sweater and you’re so irritable, it makes your grandmother laugh.

“When I was pregnant with your mother, I craved salty pretzels and I dipped them in Earl Grey,” she says, handing you a mug and a bag of crisps. “When your mother was pregnant with you, she craved salty chips and ate them with green tea.”

“I want chocolate.”

She produces a bag of chocolate, as well. “Anything for my beautiful granddaughter.”

A week to Christmas, you’re sitting on the sofa in the den, remote in one hand, chocolate in the other. Somebody knocks on the door. Your grandmother is in the kitchen with your father, mother out in the garden; you roll yourself to your feet (it’s the only way you can get up now) and lug your body to the front door.

When you open it, you hate yourself for feeling excited at the image of Draco Malfoy.

You open and close your mouth a few times, much like a fish. When you finally get your bearings, you try to say, “What are you doing here?!” It comes out a whisper.

Draco frowns, looking at your stomach. His gaze is hopeful, awestruck, amazed. “I…” he takes a deep breath and meets your gaze. “I had to see you again.”

You scowl, clutching the chocolate and doorknob tightly. “I thought you couldn’t talk to me for the rest of your life,” you pause. “Wait, why aren’t you in school?”

“I came home for the holidays. So I could see you,” he sighs, casting his eyes to the ground. “And that’s what they told me to say. They… made me tell you that.”

You cross your arms. “I thought as much.”

“I really care about you,” says Draco. “And… the baby. It’s-”

“She,” you interject.

“Sh-she?” He murmurs. “I’m going to have a daughter?”

You nod. When you find your voice, you whisper, “If you’ll take her.”

“Of - of course,” he bites his lip. “And… you. I will take you. Please. I… frankly, I don’t give a damn about what my parents say. They’ve always looked down on muggles, and that’s the way I was taught to be, but… obviously, that didn’t go down well.”

“Obviously.”

“And… I am about to finish school. I am taking my N.E.W.T.s and then becoming a potion’s master, or an Auror, or something. I’ll decide that… later. You already know about magic. We could… move in together. If you’d like,” he says hurriedly. “Look, I know I said terrible things. I am kind of a prat. I-”

“I love you,” you dig your nails into your palms. “And I have for a. A while. So. I do want to be with you. Because I love you.”

“Fuck,” he breathes. “I love you, too. So much.” Leaning down, he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Please. Take me back.”

You shrug. “Okay. Sure. But I’m naming her, because you ditched me for, like, five months.”

Draco snorts. “Deal.”

“Okay. Cool. I love you, I guess. My show is on, are you coming inside and meeting my family and watching it with me, or are you going back home?”

He turns to look behind him. When he faces you again, he’s smiling. “I’ll come inside.”

“Good answer. It’s a bloody amazing show.”

You lace your fingers together and lead Draco through the house. “Just a warning,” you add, “my parents will probably dislike you at first. You kinda left me, your baby mum, in the dust. But my grandmum will love you to death. You’re hot.”

“She’ll love me… because I’m hot?”

“Also you’re a dick. For some reason, she loves mean, attractive people,” you turn to beam at him. “I mean, she loves me the most, after all.”

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Requested by Anon

A/N: We hit 100 followers! Thank you guys so much! xoxo

If you ever looked up the phrase “Never disappoints.” on Google Images, you’d find a picture of Shawn with his famous smile. Seriously, the man has never missed a concert, opportunities to meet his fans, or an event that he needs to attend. Except for this particular week, which happens to be the most important week of all in his entire lifetime.

“Babe, are you feeling okay?” you asked Shawn concerned at the fact that he’s been acting very strangely.

Shawn looked up at you with heavy eyes, and nodded “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine let’s just keep walking around.” You continued to observe him, seeing him become more tired by the second. His pace and reaction was much slower than normal while his face looked a lot paler. 

You stopped midway on the path to face Shawn.”You're not feeling well are you?” 

Shawn shook his head and defensively replied to your question. “Y/N, I told you Im fine. I just didn’t get enough sleep because we literally just got back from tour. The drowsiness will go away.”

“Umm, no it’s not because you’re sick.” You place your hand on his forehead, confirming your suspicions.”Yup, that’s it we’re not going out for dinner with my parents. We are staying at my old place and making sure you get better.”

"What?! No, Y/N we can’t ditch your parents for this. I told you Im fine.” he panicked. “I want to make a great impression on your parents, and I was all prepared to meet them and --”

“They’ll understand. It’s not the end of the world. In fact you’d probably make it worse if you got them sick because you went out with a fever.”

“But I’m not sick...honest.” He defended, trying to hold in his cough. 

“I’m sorry whose the doctor here?” you questioned him.

“You.” he mumbled.

“And do you honestly think you’re still gonna fight me on this when I can seek right through you?” 

“No.” he mumbled once again.

“Good. Now let’s go home, so I can take good care of you.” you smiled, kissing his jawline.  

You both arrived at your old place, preparing all the essentials that Shawn needed to recover from his fever. Hot chicken soup was boiling on the stove, two pills of Tylenol and a glass of water was placed on the counter, and a wet towel was placed on Shawn’s forehead. You came into the room where he was resting giving him everything. It was times like these, Shawn looked up at you and wondered how incredibly lucky he was to have a girl like you in his life. 

“Okay, one of my nurses just called in the antibiotics I prescribed for you, so I’l pick them up tomorrow. Other than that, is there anything else you might need?” 

Shawn gave you his boyish smile, and nodded. “Cuddle with me?” 

You chuckled at his request and went crawled onto the bed. He wrapped his muscular ams around your tiny frame, placing his neck inside the crook of your neck. He sighed heavily “You know, missing the chance to officially meet your parents sucks, but just having you in my arms makes it all better.”

“I’m glad you’re feeling a little bit better, babe.” you smiled, looking into his eyes.

“When I’m with you, I always will. I love you Y/N.” he said before he kissed your forehead and drifted into a peaceful sleep. 

[dotbammie]

Protection// Im Jaebum(Part 8)

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Supernatural, Vampire

Summary: After being saved from an absolute stranger, you find yourself in a different world; A world you never knew existed, a world where you find yourself less protected than before.

Author’s Note:Things are going to start getting intense c: I hope you enjoy!

xoxo Sara

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You looked at Bambam hesitantly, a gleam of mischief forming in his eye as he leaned in close to you.

“You know you want to, (Y/N),” He said, extending his out to you slowly, “Don’t you want to know how you could possibly be destined to be with two people?”

He was right; you were insanely curious as to how you could somehow be destined to be with more than one person. You had just found out almost everything you needed to know about being a vampire and what it entails, and now you wish to find out the logistics of your other so-called ‘destiny’.

You stood up slowly, watching him as he did the same to you. “Are you sure you can handle going outside? And we won’t get into any trouble?”

“I promise,” Bambam said, holding his right hand up, “I can handle the sun.”

You let a soft sigh leave your mouth as you pinched the bridge of your nose, slowly walking away from him and roaming to the door. “I can’t believe you’ve talked me into this. Where did you guys put my shoes when you brought me here in the first place? I have no idea where to look for them.”

“Awesome,” Bambam mumbled to himself, trotting over happily as he went and reached into a closet that was located right by the doorway. He tossed you your shoes, which seemed more muddy and disgusting than they had been originally.

“Wh-”

“You tripped and fell, remember? You were pretty dirty when we first found you.” Bambam interrupted your statement, finishing your question in the form of its answer as he went over to the coat rack. He tossed you a big coat, along with sliding one over his arms as well. “That coat is Jaebum’s. Why didn’t you have a coat with you in the middle of winter, you idiot?”

“I did,” you mumbled, slipping on your shoes first, before sliding your arms through the holes in Jaebum’s coat. His coat smelled nice; a mixture of expensive woodsy cologne and aftershave. You smiled slightly to yourself as you buttoned it up, making sure you tilted your head down so Bambam wouldn’t see it. “I just left in a rush because I was scared. All I did was take my bag. Also, w-”

Before you could finish, Bambam held your bag out to you. “We kept that safe, too. Now, let’s go!”

You nodded softly, following Bambam closely as he held the door open for you. This was the first time in two or so weeks that you had left the apartment, and you had absolutely no idea where you were going. You followed Bambam down the dimly lit hallway; the wallpaper slowly peeling off the walls and the smell of old garbage adding to the scary ambiance that you felt.

“We have to live underground,” Bambam began to explain as he saw the look on your face, “We are vampires. But there aren’t many nice apartments underground. Or actually, there aren’t any apartment buildings with well-maintained underground apartments. Not that we care, anyway. We like it better this way. We never have garbage men or cleaning ladies snooping around our apartment and wondering what we’re doing.”

“Oh,” you said lowly, pulling your arms in closer to your chest as you followed Bambam to a set of stairs; not going down, but leading up.

“We’re the absolute last floor,” Bambam mumbled as you both began your slow ascend up the stairs, looking back at you to make sure you were keeping up, “So we have a couple of flights of stairs to go. Still feel up for this adventure?”

“I’m still up for it,” You mentioned, pushing at his back, “Walk faster.”

Once you both entered outside, you felt at ease again; you remembered the city so well, and you knew this area well too. It was an area you’d often travel in the evenings when you needed time to think and to breathe, because this area was mostly populated with trees, and a big forest as well. The cold air hit you and you shivered slightly, but a bit of it was due to excitement of finally being outside.

“Alright, the library is this way,” Bambam said softly, nodding his head over in a direction before he began walking, sliding his hands into his pockets as he did so. You followed close to him, smiling to yourself and allowing to let the sun brush against your skin. You loved the warmth that it provided, ever since you were a child. You learned through reading that some of the strongest of vampires weren’t affected much by the sun, and that only a few were. If those few were to go out into sunlight, they would have needed to be fed within twenty-four hours. You quickly looked up at Bambam. His eyes looked tired and his skin looked paler than usual. He wasn’t talking, and you assumed that maybe, he was trying to preserve his energy.

“Bambam, have you eaten in the-”

“Sh,” Bambam whispered, hitting your arm softly, “Not so loud. And no, I haven’t. But i’m fine. Maybe we can go into some sort of convenience store on the way home?”

“Bambam,” you said lowly, grabbing his arm as your eyes scanned the area, “There’s a convenience store right here okay? Let’s go in quickly.”

Bambam nodded softly, watching you as you led him over to the small corner store. You opened the door for him and scanned the small store; it seemed very empty, with the exception of the person behind the counter.

“Come,” Bambam said, summoning you over to the frozen aisle section. He grabbed a small plastic container of chocolate milk and looked at you. “This is a good substitute.”

“But i thought you couldn’t digest anything too sweet?”

“That’s just Jaebum,” Bambam chuckled lowly, “His stomach can’t take sweet things, usually. I don’t know why, he’s never really told me. Maybe there’s some sad backstory. But stuff like this is good for normal people like me.”

You nodded softly, watching as Bambam strolled over to the cashier to pay. Once he did, he quickly unscrewed the cap and began to drink it, all the while pulling you out of the store.

You both quickly made your way to the local library, a place you used to find yourself more than anywhere else. You loved the calm ambiance of the library and the smell the books gave off, something reading off of a tablet or phone could never do. You looked around at the empty space and quickly made your way over to the librarian at the front desk.

“Excuse me, miss,” you said politely, capturing her attention a couple of moments after you did, “Do you happen to know where the section for books on soul-mates are?”

“Soul-mates are upstairs, somewhere in the shelves to the left.”

“Thank you,” you smiled gently at her, expecting to see Bambam straight behind you, but instead, he was sliding his butt into a chair in front of one of the computers the library had. You sighed and decided to leave him there to have his fun, while you made your way up the stairs to where the librarian directed you.

You searched through the shelves, to come up with all but one book based upon the theory of soul-mates. You sighed gently and pulled up a chair in the section you were currently sitting in, as you slowly flipped the page.

You learned through the book, that there were four different types of soul-mates, essentially; karma soul-mates, ego-mates, companion-mates, and twin flames, all derived with one goal in mind; to heal your soul. You had read that Karma-mates were the mates were the people in your life who intended to teach you, ego-mates were the ones who were the people who made sure you did the right things and take care of yourself, the companion mates were ones intended to have a long-lasting, loving relationship with you, and twin flames were soul-mates who were truly once a part of you at a certain time.

You held your head in your hands; though you sort of found the answer, you had no idea which two those boys could be. You barely had time to spend with Jaebum, and you had never met Jinyoung once. How could you be destined to be with either of them?

“(Y/N)?” You heard in a familiar voice, your heart stopping as you looked up to come face-to-face with your best friend.

“Tiffany!” You whisper-shouted, shooting up from your seat to wrap her in a tight hug. You sighed softly at her scent; she smelled like cupcakes, as she was the baker at your coffee shop. It was a comforting scent, one that made you want to hold onto her forever.

“Where have you been?” She asked gently, “I have been so worried about you, you have no idea. You left that one day and we couldn’t find you, it scared me so much. And you didn’t even contact me saying where you were going.”

You felt a tinge of guilt surge through your body as you sighed lowly. “I got hurt really badly, and I wasn’t able to move or do… anything, really. I had my frie-”

Before you could finish your sentence, you heard a familiar voice in your head.

I don’t trust her. She rubs me the wrong way.

You looked at Tiffany softly, her eyes full of concern as she rubbed your back gently. How could she hurt you in any way? You’ve known her for what feels like forever; she knows everything about you. You knew that if she wanted to hurt you, she would have done so a long time ago.

“I had someone take care of me. But i’m fine now.”

“I’m so happy you’re fine,” she mumbled, capturing you again in a bone-crushing hug, “I really missed you. Is there any way we can hang out tonight? I mean, obviously we don’t have to, if you aren’t feeling up to it. I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to do it you’re still injured.”

You looked down and over the railing of the section of the library you were in, to see Bambam  still sitting on one of the computers, minding his own business. But, as if he had felt your stare, he looked back at you slowly. You averted his eyes quickly, before looking back at Tiffany. You pushed her away slightly, holding your side as if you were in pain.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, “I just can’t be hugged too tightly.”

“I’m sorry!” She said, rubbing your side gently. You felt bad that you had to lie to her. And besides, would it be so bad to see her tonight?

You thought about it for a second, looking at Bambam through your peripheral vision to see that he was making his way towards the stairs.

“Yeah, i’d like that a lot,” you smiled at her, “I’ll be at the coffee shop later tonight. Think you could make it?”

“Of course,” Tiffany smiled, rubbing your side gently, “I’ll definitely be there. Don’t flake out on me, okay? I’ve missed you so much.”

“I won’t,” you smiled at her, picking up your stuff slowly and beginning to walk away, “But i have to go now. See you tonight!”

You waved at her as she waved back, before heading down the stairs to meet Bambam. As he arrived at the staircase, he looked at you suspiciously.

“Who was that?” Bambam asked, nodding his head up to the staircase which you just came down from.

“It was a librarian,” You explained, holding up the book you had found, “I couldn’t find it easily, so I had to ask someone for help.”

Bambam stayed silent for a moment as you rolled your eyes. You tugged on the sleeve of his shirt softly, “Come on, let’s go check this book out and get back home before Jaebum and the others beat us there.”