#thank u arson …. holds this so gently ……

[lanternlightss]

HELLO!! tiny nb chara and frisk drawing for u :]

POINTS. CHEERS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh they are simply the sweethearts ever, i am shouting !!! LOVE how chara is leaning on frisk and how frisk is extending that arm for them to lean ON !!! their. their friendship is everything. me and the ghost i accidentally awakened and proceed to befriend over the course of a journey to the end.

the detail of chara’s soul being inverted and broken is also. lays on the ground. so good and so painful. AND the flowers being in full bloom vs withered too. oagh….

[rebelliouslala]

Kim Namjoon

exams are coming up

and u

are

fucking

terrified

you’re a sophomore in college but that doesn’t help

u have one of the hardest teachers EVER

professor scott

that bitch

they want you specifically to write an essay

about s p a i n

theyve been trying to help you out for this internship but they also

RLY

get on ur fucking nerves

like 45367829 times than anyone else you ever fucking MEt

so now ur tired and honestly u just needed help finding the history of fucking spain

why spain like who the hell needs to know that columbus was high before he went to a place and ruined everything there

everyone knows that

so while u look like you could cause fucking arson

you go to one of the librarian TAs and tap their shoulder

“hey, where are the history books?”

the man turns around and you almost choke on your own fucking drool

His muscular figure was in a smart look of a loose shirt of of a teddy bear shirt and some jeans

His pretty dark eyes are slightly curtained by matching, shaggy brown hair, which he pushes back with his ease to reveal his amazingly smooth caramel skin and black frames

“oh, well, which era and what county? What’s your genre-?”

his voice was deep as

HELL

AS FucK BRo

“you’re really hot”

what

the

FUCK

did you just say??????????????????????????/

sure the only people youve seen is your roommate

who u usually saw asleep at 4am like a good child aHeM

and ur professor but

R U RLY THAT THIRSTY LMAOOOO

the man laughs and he nods, “Call me Namjoon, and I uh, get that a lot. if you wanted m number you couldve asked”

“im so sorry! no no, i shouldnt, just, can i get the history of spain?”

so he shows you, gently raising an eyebrow, “Ah, so you downgraded to the, meh history of Spain. Are you sure you wouldn’t like the history of Pompeii? That is pretty hot,”

you start laughig, and he cuckles

in his VerY deep as voice

okay so maybe u fell a little more for his dimpled ass

but like how can u not

so u do get his number

as a friend

this was after you gave it back, and he just was being nice

u didnt rly mind, hes funny, and being a friend is always good

#platonic relationships r bueno

he would help you out with studying, being in the same year as you

wow what a coinkie-dink idk how to spell

it’s just been regular hangouts, you and he would study in the library, even if he was supposed to assist

you listened to his music

to his poems

you shared yourself with him too, what you’re majoring in, what u passionate about

he’s been, nothing but supportive

he lets you meet his frat, the Boy Scouts

u always make fun of their name but they’re all rly fucking chill

ur only rly close to Joon tho

he was the leader, so often he was alone, meaning you both would just hang in his room

either doing like a light glass wine or like a couples glasses of soju and being crackheads

often doing karaoke at 3am and summoning ghosts of boy scouts past

OR you go to a poem cafe that he would often perform at you

he slams down some slams

but like he’s rapping this shit

you were maybe like the other only person who heard every word, so when he finishes, with a teeny, dimple shy smile

like uwu

kay sure y’all friends but ur heart did an oops and ack

you’re hopelessly in love

you stand up, snapping your fingers rapidly like an encore and he would blush

every day with him, you fell for him, and just loved being near him

you couldn’t imagine yourself without that

until one day it stops

everything

you sit at your usual spot in the library

humming one of his songs because GOD it’s catchy

but he’s not there

you ask Jin, nope

Yoongi, who is also in his class

everyone close to him

even you, his closest friend, according to Jin

it’s like he vanished

you knew he had some poem thing before Jin graduated

one day you go to the frat, with Hobi, since he tried to cheer you up

he was rly sad for you, hugging you

but

there he is

wearing a tight black shirt so you can really see his muscular figure

that has somehow rly fucking brown over 2 weeks

he wears a blue suit jacket and suit pants, stapled with black shoes

his dark hair is gone, replaced with a sexy undercut and dark purple hair that is swooped to the side

he looks like a model

or some sort of fucking sugar daddy mm

“uhm, joon?”

he looks at you and you almost go weak at the knees

hes so

hot

he takes your face and he gently leans in

and you can still see the same boy

the same music nerd

the same childish boy that loves to sing when he’s drunk

the same cute dimpled guy who stole your heart

that is now holding your heart

“I got into a music school, y/n” he smiles, laughing softly

you gasp and hold his hand, laughing a little

“and it’s all thanks to you; you told me that one song- well, just thank you”

he hugs you tightly, and you feel his lips near your ear as he whispers, “I cannot thank you, or love you enough, can I?”

you feel tears come to your eyes and you shake your head

“namjoon, are you-?”

“i think you’re really hot,” he chuckles and holds you closer

“i’ve been in love with you since you listened to my music. i never showed anyone, but you . .you made me confident enough”

“you’re,” you hold his cheek, and he shamelessly leans into your touch, “you’re not joking. . .?”

“never, i love you, and i think you’re WAY hotter than pompeii”

you feel your cheeks heat up

even in your wildest dreams

this would have never happened

“i love you too, kim namjoon”

you both just softly kiss, and hold each other closely, small chuckles filling up the room

[kbandtrash]

Surrounded (Mafia Crossover AU)(Part 3)

~Megan~

Masterlist

Day6/N.Flying/The Rose/Like any other Kband honestly x Reader

Warnings: Violence, self-harm

Word Count: 1.5k

Part 1

After a few seconds of panic, Young K flicked your forehead. You gasped and your eyes flickered open. You looked at Minhyuk, who stood directly in front of you. He blinked with his cute features shining. You stumbled to your feet. "U-uh, sorry." The three men were speechless at what they had just seen. 

You looked down and began to scratch furiously at your bandages. One of them ripped, but everyone was too confused to do much. It fell completely off, and Young K scrambled to stop your scratching. You blushed and tried to cover your arm. The boys gaped at the scars covering it. Jaehyun grabbed it in alarm. "What the heck is this?" You turned away, avoiding his gaze. "I.. I scratched my arms a lot when I was alone." Minhyuk didn't know what to think. He was still thinking about your eyes and the rose. He suddenly reached out to grab your hand and embraced you. You were shocked. You gently pushed away. "Sorry, again." You turned toward Young K. "Let's keep going. I need to train." Young K nodded silently and turned the treadmill back on. You stepped on and walked in silence. Young K didn’t want to let the weird fainting thing, but he tried to shake it off until he could ask Wonpil or Hun about it, since they were doctors. "Um, can you continue with all this Mafia stuff please?" Young K frowned for a second and then flashed a smile. How can she so quickly ignore that? he thought. "Oh, right. So we've got JYP. There are other ones out there, such as the one NFlying is a part of, FNC. They're allies with us. "We also have enemies. Lately, very few groups have turned on us. Our biggest problem right now: The Rose.” Unwillingly, Young K shivered at the memory of the rose on your neck. Then he blinked the thought away. "They kill for fun, to be honest. Their leader, Woosung, started attacking people who went against him in any way. His members have to follow him or face death." He stopped to check on you. You seemed to be doing fine, though you were breathing a little harder than normal. He let it slide. "They're known for arson. That's why you've seen NFlying here. The Rose burned down their headquarters. You can ask Jaehyun about the attack later if you want to know more. "The Rose, in short, commits arson for fun and leaves behind a rose where they've done something." "Why did they... turn against you?" You seemed slightly out of breath as you continued walking in place. "No one knows. Um," he began, looking at you in worry, "they were the ones who created what you were." Your lip quivered. "O-oh." Young K cleared his throat. "Anyway, there are plenty of other things to know but I'm not the best person to tell you that stuff." "Who is?" "Sungjin." Y/N looked at Young K. "Your... boss? Will I ever get to speak with him?" "Well... when The Rose finds out about your whereabouts, you'll eventually be kept undercover as his sister." "Sister? Why Sungjin's sister?" "Because he's the best one to protect you, and he knows the most about you, and The Rose." He reached over and turned off the machine. You stopped and leaned forward, doubling over and breathing hard. "I'm so hecking weak." "It's okay, hon. Being in a cell strapped to the ground for five years can't be good for your strength… or your health." He patted your back and you straightened after calming your breathing. "You're right." You stepped off the machine and your knee buckled. You barely caught yourself. Young K offered his hand to help you, and you gladly accepted. Your warm hand held his cold one and he found himself looking over you again. You were breathtakingly beautiful. You caught his eye and smiled. "Uh, I'll take you to Wonpil. He'll probably want to check up on you." Jaehyun stopped you before you left. "Hey, Y/N, don't die, and good luck in your training." Minhyuk nodded as he walked over, a towel hanging around his neck. "Yeah, it was nice meeting you. Hopefully we'll get to work together some time." You smiled sheepishly. "Some time, hopefully. It'll probably be a while before I get off low on the treadmill." Minhyuk held back a smile, but it took over his face anyway. You returned the gesture. You all nodded to each other as Young K led you away. You reached the infirmary, but Wonpil wasn't there yet. "I can wait for him with you, if you want," he offered. "Please." He stood awkwardly beside you and you got lost in thought. He found you scratching your arm and it began to bleed. "Y/N!" He reached over and held your hand away tightly. You seemed surprised at yourself. "I-I didn't mean to do that," you whispered. "I'm trying to s-stop." "Why are you stuttering?" You flinched. "Well... you're a little close to my face—" Young K realized you were right. His face was perhaps only six inches away from your face, and he was still pinning your hand. He blushed softly and leapt away from you. "Sorry." "I-it's okay..." "I'm still sorry, though." Wonpil walked in and jumped at Young K. "Why are you red? What's wrong?" Young K's face quickly paled to its normal color. "Nothing. I brought Y/N here for a checkup." He made contact with your eyes quickly and then looked away, blinking. Wonpil pinched his arm and waved his hand at him. "Okay, now go away." Young K nodded respectively and left the room quickly. Wonpil turned to your bleeding arm. "Again?" "I'm sorry, I spaced out and didn't realize I was doing it." "Aigoo... well, I'll get it rewrapped. I like your outfit." You thanked him and started swinging your legs as he got a rag and bandages ready. He was done with you quickly and you thanked him again. "Yeah, yeah, it's no problem. Now go sleep or something." I should probably return this outfit to the locker room, you thought. You hurried out and then peeked into the training room. No one was there, so you shuffled to the locker room and changed back into your dress, returning your outfit to the locker. When you exited you were met by Minhyuk lifting barbells in a seat not very far from where you were standing. He wore a black top that revealed his arms straining to lift two small weights. He looked up suddenly and met your eyes. He smiled sheepishly. "Hi." You waved shyly at him. "Hi. Isn't training over?" Minhyuk set down the weights and stood up, walking toward you. "Yeah, technically. I just wanted to work a little extra today." "I, uh, noticed that you struggle a little bit. What's that all about?" He chuckled. "I'm a newcomer, kind of like you. Before I was told about my heritage, I was actually a..." he paused. "A what?" He blinked and looked away quickly. "Don't laugh. I was a dancer. I danced in ballets." You nodded politely. "Better than me." "What about you? I... I heard you were 'dangerous'." "Apparently, I was in The Rose." He flinched at that, flicking his head toward you in surprise. "The Rose?" "Yeah. I've been told... well, I lost my memory of everything before I was put in the dungeon. So I was told that I was a superhuman weapon kind of thing. But then I was murdered." "But you're alive." "Yeah, I was hanging on a noose and dead... but then I wasn't? And the rope scars disappeared really fast. Anyway, Day6 knew I was a superhuman but they didn't know how powerful I was, so they..." "Kept you in there to flush out the inhuman stuff." "Yeah." "Awful." Minhyuk was close now. A foot away. He was gently holding your elbows. Then he hugged you. You didn't know what to do except hug back. When he stepped away, someone in the hall called for him. "Minhyuk!" You couldn't place who it was. Minhyuk smiled at you. "See you later." He walked away quickly and you slowly followed him out into the hall. You walked past him and a man you had never seen before. You tried to ignore them as you made your way toward her room, but heard the conversation anyway. "Hi, Hun," Minhyuk greeted. "Minhyuk, you need to stop overworking yourself. I also found that you didn't take your vitamins this morning. If you don't want to die, take your medication." It was the other man speaking. You figured that he was NFlying's doctor. "Sorry. I forgot." "I know you didn't."

Part 4

[specialagentlokitty]

David Rossi x Teen!reader - home

Part four

“10:32am tsk shouldn’t you be in school?”

You smirk at the voice and flipped the person off.

“I don’t know Jay, I could say the same for you.”

The boy chuckled and sat with you on top of the bins. He lit up a cigarette and smirked. 

“Happy birthday kid.” He smiled holding out a present.

You took it gently and slowly opened it, no way.. it was a small silver ring, just big enough to fit on your pinkie.

“Where did you..?”

“You fosters tossed it out a few days ago.”

You tensed up a little bit but pushed them back a bit. You could always count on Jay. Jay and yourself had been inseparable since being put into foster care at the age of six, they always made sure you two were in the same area otherwise you’d run no matter how far to each other.

“Talk is you got taken by cops?”

“Nah, I got taken by fancy cops dude.”

“Ooo details girl!” He yelled.

“I worry for you man, anyways. So I was just minding my own business right? Chilling up by the shopping center when all of a sudden these dude in suits surrounded me. Saying they be FBI and went to arrest me. This one dude real tall and well built goes to cuff me so I ran, he tackles me and I punch him. Then they put me in a car and I nearly made it crash and this dude called Rossi took me in.”

Jay whistled running a hand through his blond hair, his bright blue eyes shining with mischief.

“Rossi like the Rossi? David Rossi?”

“Yeah bro.”

“Damn dude he’s famous yo-“ “(Y/N)!”

Jay peered around you and you looked to the side, how the hell..? Damn they were good. It was the female agent with two others.

“Rossi, we’ve found her. She’s with someone else, Garcia is sending you location now..”

*ROSSI POV*

“Rossi, we’ve found her. She’s with someone else, Garcia is sending you location now..” Dereks voice came through his ear piece.

Hotch swung the SUV in a U-turn as Rossi held the phone on speaker.

“Oh! Her records come in.. oh.. oh my..-“ “Garcia?” He asked.

“Her parents died in a car crash when she was six. She was out in the system. She was bounced from three homes till she met a boy her age called Jay. The pair got along well so everyone kept them close. At age 8 she was put into another home. She was admitted to the hospital repeatedly in the space of 6 months for different broken bones and injuries. She was then taken from that home and she bounced all over the place until a few months ago where she was put in the care of Mr and Mrs Ridden. She was a runaway, violent, has a record for arsonal, vandalism, battery, trespassing, hitting a cop, shop lifting.”

“What about her hospital records?” He asked anger boiling up.

“Hold on... ah! Broken wrist, broken leg, apparently she fell down the stairs and split her head. Uhm.. she was admitted with stab wounds multiple, she said it was a fight she was 11 at the time. Age twelve she was admitting after passing out in school she was under weight. Age 15 she was admitted again, she had been beaten badly. Then in the past few months she been admitted for broken ribs and other bones, passing out, she got into a fight at school where she had a fractured rib, she was suspended. She was also admitted with omg! She was shot!”

“Okay okay Garcia, it’s okay clam down, try find more on her parents it may help. Send us a picture.” Hotch ordered and Rossi hung up.

“She’s a strong kid.”

“Aaron, maybe that’s why she’s running. She doesn’t want to get hurt. Have Garcia Kew it on the low for now” Hotch nodded and called Garcia as they jumped out the car.

*YOUR POV*

You stared them down. Why can’t the leave you alone?

“(Y/N), Rossi is looking for you..” the woman walked a bit closer.

“Jj..” “Reid it’s okay.”

You smirked, now you knew their names too. Derek, Jj and Reid. Nice.

“I don’t give a shit.” You shrugged.

Jay flicked his lit cigarette butt at her and jumped of the bin. He steadied you as you jumped down as well.

“He’s really worried, we just want to help.” Reid urged.

You flipped him off. You could tell they were loosing their patience, that’s what you were aiming for. You wanted to make them mad.

“Kid we don’t have time..” agent derek warned.

“Sure you don’t mr Derek but I do.”

“Ooo that’s Derek!? He’s pretty hot!” Jay grinned.

You spotted JJ and Reid trying not to laugh and Derek looked lost for words. Jay wordlessly took your hand in his, you guys started to run down the ally together.

The three FBI agents called you name as you ran into the busy street. Taking a left you guys ran, you and Jay worked together like one mind in sync. He knew when you wanted to run right, you knew when he wanted to turn left.

That’s when you found yourself running straight into the FBI agents.

“You can’t run!” Reid shouted.

“Watch me jackass!”

The pair of you skidded to a halt, Jay moving protectively in front of you something that didn’t go unnoticed by the group. Local officers surrounded you.

You glanced up at Jay with scared eyes, not again.. he backed up taking you with him. When you both colided with a chest.

“(Y/N)..?”

“Rossi..” you mumbled.

Jay quickly pulled you away from the older agent and held you closely.

“Let go of her son.” Rossi warned.

“No! You won’t take her!”

“Why can’t we take her?” Hotchner asked.

“Because, I need her. You suits can’t take her again. I’ve got to protect her.” He snarled.

“Jay..” You hissed.

He looked at you and you seen tears in his eyes. That’s when you spotted a cop trying to grab him, you spun Jay behind you and kicked the cop in the gut.

“Stay away!” You roared.

Rossi held up his hands in surrender and begun to walk towards you. A soft smile on his face, he slowly reached out.

“If you come in with us, we won’t separate you.”

When Rossi came close enough you seen Jay go to attack him but before he could hit the agent you place a hand on his chest, guns cocked and Rossi raised his hands in denfense. Jay gave you a questioning look.

“Don’t hit him..” you mumbled.

“(Y/N)?”

“Jay.. please.. don’t he.. you can’t hit him..”

He watched as you shook. Trying to contain your emotions.

Damn it.. you cursed in your head. Why can’t you do anything to this guy? Why was he so special? When you looked into his eyes you see something you hadn’t seen for a while.. not since your parents died. He was just another suit, doing his job. He’d soon leave you like all the others.

But will he? He seems to care. You can’t hurt agent rossi because you’ve taken a liking to him. A voice in the back of your head laughed.

You clenched your jaw together and scowled towards the agent.

“God damnit.” You cursed.

You put your hands up above your head. This caused Rossi to laugh. You rose an eyebrow and cautiously he grabbed your hands despite Jays growl of warning he lowered your hands.

“I’m not going to arrest you. I just have one question...” he trailed off.

His eyes flashed with pain.

“Why?” He asked holding your hands gently.

You took a deep shuddering breath. “I didn’t want to get hurt.”

Rossi and Jay froze at that moment, each holding his own pain at your words. Thankful that the others weren’t close enough. Rossi cowed he’d deal with anyone who ever hurt you and Jay vowed never to leave you on your own