#the whole “she should be with X Y and heal them!” makes me see red

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐄.

pairing: coriolanus snow x toxic!fem!reader

summary: someone always throw a spanner in her works, to achieve her biggest dream —being coriolanus’ lover, wife and claiming power. luckily, y/n is not on the loser side when it comes to playing. 

trigger warnings (overall): mastermind!reader, toxic!reader (for real, she’s doing nasty things), reader’s family is a bit fucked up, reader is obsessed with coriolanus snow, lying, swearing, blood, violence, killing people, hunger games stuff, i just love volumnia gaul, reader hates lucy gray and everybody who’s around coriolanus, mental health problems mentioned such as psychotism, domestic violence mentioned, drugs, mention of sexual fantasies. 

trigger warnings (in this part): mastermind!reader, toxic!reader (for real, she’s doing nasty things), reader is obsessed with coriolanus snow, lying, swearing, drugs, mention of sexual fantasies, wet dreams, screaming out from anger, hate speech, hate-thoughts.

prologue. part 1.

her nose bleed. 

looking into the mirror, everybody could wonder that it didn't break from the look on y/n’s face. nosebleeding happened a lot of the time with her, her brother,  joked like “this is what happens when even your blood can’t stay near your thoughts.” well, only if he knew that sometimes, it was true. 

standing up, blasting the vases and the dolls she had on her shelf with a scream, everything fell down to the floor, broken into pieces, some of it cutting up her foot. still screaming, crouching to the ground, tearing out the pages of the old plan, she split her stupidity into litter. her whole body shook as she drew out the white powder she got from festus, spreading some on the edge of her thumb, sniffing it up. waiting until the calming feeling crawled in her blood to his brain and every little corner of her body, she felt full for a moment. her whole body shook as she stood up, stepping over the shards and thorns of her vases, her dolls and her roses. stomping over a doll with black hair, sy/n sat back to the dressing table. swiping the mascara off her face, then her lipstick, with baggy eyes, smeared makeup, with the eyes of a madwoman, her lips like she just ate something raw, her blood mixing with black and red, she wanted to tear up that bitch. 

but let’s not be so fast. let’s begin with the first things and signs, the signs that got y/n in this state. 

to begin with the good news, clemensia finally got out of the picture. y/n began the day at volumnia gaul, as she wrote in y/n’s response letter that she should be there tomorrow morning, so she can begin as soon as it’s possible. wearing her best clothes, she stood at nine am before the doctor’s doors. drinking a tea with her, y/n only saw only now how intimidating she looked –one of her, the ice blue one, came from the devil itself. 

“i’m not gonna lie miss y/l/n, but when i saw your application letter on my desk, i was surprised.” 

“how so? i mean, dr. gaul, i knew only the best biologists and scientists work for you, and i wanted to be one of them.” 

“really? oh, yeah, i remember about your assignment, dear. tell me, when you wrote those words and sentences, did you already think about working at the game?” 

“i mean… dr. gaul, please don’t get it wrong, i’m not really interested in the outcome of the games. twenty three people die anyway, and it’s not the maker’s task to make the games more interesting. that task is for the marketing section. i only want to see how venom can be planted.” 

“is the littlest, sweetest child of cyril y/l/n interested in venom?” 

“venom can be useful in so many ways. it can heal, and it can make things more interesting. it can make a single dinner turn into a full-night drama.” 

volumnia looked at y/n, then began to giggle. y/n never felt something like before; it crawled down into her veins, just like the drugs she used, scratching her brain, just like the day of the graduation. 

“miss y/l/n, i’m sure you have some ideas. and it’s not only about mono– and dicotyledons. come with me, let me show you something.” 

their heels clicked on the floor as the biologists looked at a big glass-cage in front them. at first she didn’t even realize what she saw, only a million scales crawling into each other, different metallic colors in every shade of the rainbow, never stopping, always slowly moving pressed to each other like shiny, long bowels. it was a glass cage, full of snakes. but what’s so special about it?

“they are venomous.” could dr. gaul read her mind? “it’s my newest invention. these snakes can poorly see or hear, but have better smell than any dog, and much more venom than any of their natural kindreds.” stepping closer, y/n placed her hand on the glass. only one knock, and they both could be dead at this very moment. 

“it’s truly amazing, dr. gaul.” she answered. 

as one of dr. gaul’s assistants led her around after her lunch –everybody wore white clothes, some of them had masks on their face–, in the early afternoon, coriolanus and clemensia came in. speaking of the devil, she was sitting at one of the tables in the big, white hall full of canned animals and organs, running through papers and listing the books she had to read as he stepped in. y/n completely forgot about the annoying girl beside her, thinking about their date, she sprayed a little perfume on herself when she saw them coming closer. at night, y/n had first so-called wet dream –she attended a sleepover at arachne’s house twice, and they were talking about these kinds of dreams, when girls dreamed about their ‘crush’. why call it ‘crush’ when you can call it lover? sooner or later, if you’re tenacious enough, they’re gonna be your lover. or was it just y/n? anyway, she knew what sex was and that it was good (although she never did it), but it was strange to wake up feeling hot like having a fever. feeling that her underwear was sticky, at first she thought that she had her period, but looking at it –nothing. she wasn’t a daydreamer, but when she thought back to the dream, reaching for coriolanus as he hovered ove her from above, holding his big hand, caging hers as he kept his other hand at the back of her neck, long fingers digging into the nape of her hair, stroking it with each jolt, burying his face into her neck, giving out grunts like an animal, moving his hips into hers while y/n held onto his broad, sculpted shoulders– it was a little bit weird that her mind wasn’t focused. she was… wandering. how weird! 

“hey, y/n, you already here?” clemensia asked her, making her look up from the paper. stilted smile, wide eyes, looking like she was ready to get all the credit from coriolanus for herself… yeah, she’s still a certified, annoying bitch. 

“hello, y/n.” corio said, making her look at him with a slight smile. just like she always did. 

“hi to you too. yes, well, seems like dr. gaul isn’t a procrastinator. she’s really a professional.”

“aren’t you scared to work between stuff like this? these glasses are creeping me out…” clemensia muttered. these things are hiding in you too, honey. sadly, the brain is missing, maybe in you too. 

“no, i’m not. it’s rather interesting, biology and science are the future.” 

before they could speak any further, volumnia appeared. 

“i see you two just found your little friend, already on the front.” 

“yes, and we are so happy about it.” said clemensia, dr. gaul bidded y/n to go with them. of course you are happy, connections are everything. y/n couldn’t decide if clemensia really was this bootlicker by her nature, or that his father was in trouble. 

“miss y/l/n already have seen my newest, beautiful babies, but i want you to see them too.”

“is there a point to a color?” clemensia asked as they stepped up on the stairs before y/n. 

“there’s a point to everything, miss devcoat, or to nothing at all… which brings me to your proposal.” dr. gaul answered, leaning with one arm on the cage. “which one of you actually wrote it?” 

looking at the snake cage, knowing the snakes had really good smelling affinitions, dr. gaul’s question… did she doubt it, too? sure there were cameras on the reception, and as coriolanus told her, he handed in the paper. did she doubt it? no. she knew that it was not her. after clemensia’s little speech, y/n slightly smirked, but when coriolanus looked back at her, she reassuringly smiled. 

“...so miss devcoat, reach in it for us, won’t you? so we might all consider your inspired ideas. don’t worry, my little predators are perfectly docile with those who they know they can trust. so if they’re used to your scent, if you’ll handle their food, for example… or if they’ve inhaled the sweat of your palm on a page.” 

the fear on clemensia’s face was satisfying. of course, y/n didn’t want her to die, she wasn’t a savage, but she needed to learn her lessons. and when she got bitten in a sudden moment, falling down… y/n almost couldn’t contain the honest smile on her face. coriolanus of course, was scared about what happened to her, and she tried to act like it, too. 

“miss y/l/n read about them this morning, surely she can say something about what this was.” dr. gaul said, making coriolanus turn to her. 

“i think that this is just the natural selection of humanity. i wouldn’t think that clemensia lied, but… these snakes proved it. by scent, of course, but judging and deciding is in every creature on this planet. they just went against it.” 

“mr. snow, your dear friend sees it right. and god, your suggestions! i will recommend my team implement as many as possible tomorrow, spread it in front of my team.” however, coriolanus didn’t seem eased. 

“will she die?” 

“the pleasure in breaking ground in one’s research as one gets to find it out. you better keep miss dovecote’s faith between us. i don’t think her mother would be happy to learn how her daughter was caught in a sudden… flu.” coriolanus looked at y/n. she furrowed her eyebrows, but knew that dr. gaul wasn’t one to fuck with. but one was out from her list, if she goes with speed like that, she can bid her problems really soon goodbye.

eating lunch together again, coriolanus suddenly held her hand. although it made her excited, his face contained the same worry he had when he saw clemensia. 

“y/n, you are one of her workers now. dr. gaul is… i have some precautions with her, did you see what she did with clemensia?” 

y/n nodded, stroking his hand with her thumb. 

“corio, dear, dr. gaul did that because she knew you were the one who wrote all those proposals and ideas. she just couldn’t stand the unfairness.” 

“i know, but she could have done it in a more gentle way, couldn’t she?” 

“she could, of course. dr. gaul just wanted her to learn a lesson, she was always on your back, coriolanus. i feel really sorry about her” no, of course i’m not. “, but you need to cut off the people who don't help you by their true being. i think casca highbottom’s goal was also this, for all of you to realize these things.” was it emotional and logical enough? she really hoped, and she eased up when coriolanus’ eyes lit up. 

“you are right, y/n. i’m grateful to you for telling me the truth.” 

“i’m never telling the truth, i am not a judge. or, only the times when it’s time. i’m just saying my thoughts as an outsider.”

“you may be an outsider by the games, but you’ll never be one in my life. thank you so much.” 

“i’m always happy to hear your thoughts, corio.” enough from the bullshit, let’s get to the more important stuff. “by the way, the date… how am i supposed to dress? our chauffeur can drive us anywhere, i talked with my father and he can go with his administrative car, so…”

“i want to bring you to a little restaurant, where i ate with my family when i was a child. it’s not big, but i really hope you will like it. and you can wear anything you want, i’m not gonna be disappointed.” 

y/n wanted to kiss him. so bad, to seal their whole life forever. despite that fact and her wants, she brushed one of her locks behind her ear. 

“thank you, corio. i just want it to be perfect.” 

after lunch, standing up, as y/n guided him out, he held her hand. 

“what will you do for the rest of the day?” she asked coriolanus, hoping they can be together for more time than just a simple lunch. if the date goes well, and it will go well, will they have little, secret dates together? will he come for her family’s dinner? it was mandatory always in her family, and he didn’t need to be introduced, but still, it was tradition. 

“i’m going to see if lucy gray is okay in the zoo. tomorrow we are planning on getting them food, would you go with me? the others will be there as well, and i’d like to introduce you to her.” 

really? well, it can happen, only if the media isn’t there. but it will, because these actions are making history right now. and if y/n is on the side of coriolanus, it can help him. her family, mainly her father will make her a joke, but he was so cynical that it didn’t matter. and this way, she can check that lucy gray for herself. 

“i’ll go with you, of course! it’s a wonderful idea.” she grabbed into his arms as they stepped out on the gates. she needed to go back of course, but she didn’t mind. 

“thank you, y/n. after that, be there at the restaurant at seven in the evening.” 

“i can’t wait for it, corio.” she smiled, looking up at him. brushing her hair, coriolanus bent down to kiss her cheek. it needed such a little move of her head to catch his lips, but she contained herself. today’s sacrifices are for tomorrow’s prizes. his lips were perfect, of course, including her dream from yesterday’s night, she held onto his arm to stroke it. 

“then tomorrow, y/n. take care of yourself, okay?” 

“just as always, please do the same, dear.” she muttered, making him smile. to kiss his lips, to dig her fingers into his hair, to lay into his arms as they watched that the majority of the votes called to him on the election of the presidency of panem… having dreams like this was the cause she didn’t get medicine through her veins. 

well, maybe they needed it after the tv-show at night. laying on her bed as usual, smoking a cigarette while reading, thinking about the outfit she could wear tomorrow night, her sister knocked on her door. 

“can i come in, y/n?” stubbing the butt of the cigarette, she stood up to open the door. as she laid back, morphia sat on her bed, putting her hand on her sister’s leg. “what’s up with you, little sister?” 

“dr. gaul accepted my application, so i spent the day with her in her office. and you? how is the wedding?” 

“well, i chose the taste of the cake yesterday, then spent the night with my old colleagues, the ones who i don’t invite to my wedding. it’s a shame, i know, but i only want my loved ones on my biggest, happiest day. and today, i spoke with timothé who said that the place by the hills is reserved, so we can have it to yourselves. it’s gonna be truly beautiful, isn’t it?” 

“yes, it truly will be beautiful. do you want a cigarette?” y/n asked, showing her sister the package. morphia took one, y/n took out a new one and lit it for both of them. “are you sure that you love timothé? from what do you know you love him?” 

morphia smiled, blowing out the smoke. it was strawberry flavored, her mother hated it. she only blew those skinny, bad tasting sticks. the only excuse was that sometimes she spiced up with some weed. although y/n didn’t like weed. 

“well, i just know it. you have a strange feeling in your heart.” check. “a feeling you have with no one else, and that you feel like you want to be around him, always.” check. “and you would do anything, and i really mean anything for him, and to be with him.” check. “because this is love. why are you asking this?” 

“i just… i think i love coriolanus, too. the way you love timothé.” 

“so nothing new, little sister.” she giggled, making y/n roll her eyes. she trusted morphia, although her marriage was needed because the family got to guarantee and secure their ten percent income from the district. this way, they could see the papers. the only problem were the plinths, who opposed this, but her father’s hands reached too long to raise a voice against the deal. and y/n wanted sejanus to get out of the picture, and after that, without descendants, they could only hope they will have what they got now until their death. 

“but there is news, morphy. coriolanus invited me on a date.” at her words, morphia covered her mouth, pulling up her eyebrows. holding y/n’s hand, morphia smiled at her. 

“really, y/n? oh my, it’s so wonderful! invite him for the wedding, if you want, but know that he’s an appreciated guest.” 

“i will, if he’ll have the time. but he’s at the games right now in his mind, i don’t want to disturb him.” 

“if he loves you, you’ll always be in his mind, you know. but the deadline is in one month, so please, tell me till then.”

“i will, morphy. i will.” she ended her second cigarette, throwing it into the burgundy ashtray, her sister did the same. 

“do you want to come down? this night is the game’s night, i heard that the tributes got thrown into the zoo.” 

“i know, me and corio will go there tomorrow.” 

“then he surely forgot to mention that… he went there, too.” 

what? rising to sit on her bed, y/n was really, really surprised. 

“how do you mean that?” she asked, trying to believe that her sister just babbled some shit together, but she seemed really certain about what she stated. 

“the tributes got thrown into a cage in the zoo, and your coriolanus was there, too. the interview is gonna be on the telly tonight, might come down and watch with us?” 

going down on the stairs with a buzz in her head, y/n saw that the show was already on. lucretius ‘lucky’ flickerman, a weathercaster who was now tapped to host the interviews from the 10th hunger games stood in front of the cameras. 

“sit down, dear, sit down.” her mother pointed to the place beside her. y/n decided to knee on the pillow where her cat laid, getting persephone into her arms. minutes later, there he was. morphia didn’t joke, he seriously got into that fucking cage? what the fuck? 

“is that your new lover, my sweet?” her father asked y/n, getting a giggle from her sister and her mother. “i can admit that he’s really ambitious about winning the prize.” 

y/n didn’t say anything, listening to what he and lucy gray said. that fucking bitch had the audacity to smile and brag like she was the new star, but she wasn’t. she was just a poor, miserable wanderer who got into the games because she fucked around. how could a… thing like lucy gray hold onto a hand she held this afternoon, too? she wasn’t a princess or a noble or a singer or an actor to have a big mouth like this, to act like this. 

and truly, it seems like she wanted to take away her lover. and it was something y/n could never accept, in any conditions, at any time, or in any situation. never. 

“are you okay, y/n?” her mother asked. “your hand is shaking.” 

brushing her hair, she looked at her mother, trying to nod with composed moves. 

“everything’s fine, mommy. i just need to go upstairs to take a bath, and to take my medicine.” 

and now, she was sitting at her dressing table. it wasn’t just unfair and rule-breaking how lucy gray played, but it was really, really degrading. her face burned in shame, and she wanted to claw down it all with her skin. 

closing her eyes, she prayed for sanity. sanity to go through the next weeks, for sanity to handle situations well, for sanity for her plan. repeat after me, y/n. repeat after me, you stupid bitch.

i am y/n y/l/n, youngest member of the house y/l/n. we are noble, i am noble, and i deserve everything that i have now.

picking up the doll she stepped over only minutes ago, stroking its hair, it was just a plaything. all people were just playthings, playing. how could lucy gray be anything else?

i am beautiful, clever and nobody can ever drag me down. the people who hate me are only envious of my life, my body and my mind, but they’re all going to soil.

looking aside, the fireplace in her room was on. running her thumb through the doll’s porcelain face the last time, she threw it into the fire. long, skinny flames crawled up on the soft fabric of its dress, licking the wall as the fine china cracked. it was time to take a bath.

i love the life i have, and i will appreciate every single second of the life i will have when i achieve my goals. i have every tool i can use to win, and i will use them to be the woman i want to be. it’s not far away, and everyday is a chance to be closer to the woman i want to be.

“hortense, do you think a woman can make a man hers?” she asked from her maid as she sat in the hot water, hortense braid her hair to be curly for tomorrow, fasten it with silk ribbons. 

“i think, miss y/l/n, that women have power. so probably, yes, but please, don’t make yourself hurt. your safety is the first.” hortense answered from behind her back, helping her wash her back. so probably, yes. if even a maid knew that, then why did lucy gray try to stand between her and coriolanus? 

laying in her bed, ready to sleep, she stroked persephone’s fur. 

“how could she do that, persy?” whispering in silence, only getting a meow back, y/n thought about the cage of the snakes dr. gaul showed her today. only a little crack, and everybody could die in unbearable pain, only under mere seconds. maybe she also had to be a cage full of snakes. only a crack on her mind she already had, and everybody could die into what she did. 

maybe she was already. 

a/n: thanks for the waiting babiez, i hope you liked this part too <3 also, wish me luck for my exams 😩

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OUTLAW (5)

ATEEZ ot8 x Reader

Cowboy / Wild West AU

Series Masterlist

Warnings: None

“Sweetie, you already had your night shift turn. Are you sure you want to do it again?” Your father questioned you. 

You gave him a bright smile, trying your best to act the part. “Of course it’s fine. Really. I want to spend the time alone. I’ll be fine.”

Your father squinted his eyes, moving to say something else but your mother stopped him. “I have to go make dinner soon, dear. I’m sure (Y/N) will be just fine.” She gave you a teasing smile over your dad’s shoulders. “Besides there are two nice police officers staying on the first floor should there be trouble.”

You grimace but immediately grinned when both of your parents looked at you. While your mother seemed to be thinking something else, her words eased your father. “Alright. Be careful. We will see you in the morning.”

You gave them both hugs goodbye, waving at them from the door. When they made it out the back and began their trek to your family home, you turned back around and began your night chores. 

You noticed you tried to finish them quickly, wanting to reach a specific room quicker than normal. You were thankful for the patrons not wanting many things which allowed you freetime to get to where you wanted. 

When you had done what you needed to, you waited outside the door for a moment, trying to build up the courage to knock. You raised your hand before you chickened out and rapped your knuckles along the wood. 

Jongho opened up the door, allowing you room to walk in. The other man was sitting in the chair you often occupied while speaking with Yeosang who seemed to be conscious. 

“You’re awake.” You called to him. He gave you a breathtaking smile in return.

“Yes, thanks to the medicine.” He answered. “All I need now is to clean the rest of the wound. The pills left should be enough to aid the healing process for the next few days.”

You nodded your head quickly, moving to unwrap the man from the sheets that were stained red. “I’ll help you with that.” 

“We’re going to go see the others.” The tall officer spoke to you two. “We’ll be back in a moment.”

“If you so much as do anything-”

“I don’t need wanted criminals to be on the hunt for me or my family.” You spoke up, not daring to look at the two. Yeosang had a grin on his face as he listened to your conversation. He just knew each of his friends who would have trouble befriending you. 

Yunho looked to Yeosang, getting a nod in return. “Do be careful.”

Yeosang noticed your fingers pause just for a moment before resuming the chore of removing his makeshift gauze. With the man conscious, he was able to move just the tiniest of bits to make the whole thing easier for you. 

You decided on washing his skin before addressing the wound. For now it was best to allow it to breathe some before closing it off once more. There was silence that both of you seemed to find no trouble in enjoying. However Yeosang took a few moments to take a look at you. 

It didn’t seem to bother you much to look at him with the top half of his clothing. You didn’t so much as seem phased with seeing his torso. Most women he had come across seemed to shy away from the advances his comrades gave them, giggling and blushing red. However he figured maybe things weren’t the same when you thought you were going to die. 

“They won’t kill you.” He expressed. 

You stopped wiping the rag along his collarbone, trying to fight off the smile from your face at hearing his deep voice. You could hear the small lisps he had which you found to be adorable. 

“I don’t think anyone would want to risk it.” You answered. “As I told your friend. We’re both walking on eggshells.”

Yeosang sighed, hands moving to the back of his head to give you space. “We’re not like that.”

There it was again, the way he spoke making it seem like everything he said was correct. At least in this case it might have been. He knew what to say to calm you down. He also wasn’t worried about giving away too much about his gang. 

“I believe you.” You told him. 

Yeosang took a moment to glance over your face, titling his head in thought. “Is that why you act the way you do? Because you know we won’t kill you?”

“Oh no. I wholeheartedly thought I would die at one point.” You shook your head. “You just have such sincerity in the way you speak that it calms me down.”

Yeosang pulled his lip into a thin line, his cheeks turning pink from the compliment. 

“Does my attitude bother you?” You asked him, continuing the rag down his chest. 

“I find it entertaining.”

You patted his chest, pursing your lips. There weren't many people who complimented you on the way you acted. Even your family would make jokes about the way you were. They didn’t shun you for it but you were still often the bunt of the jokes when it came to people talking about their children. 

‘Oh yes. It’s (Y/N) we are worried about. She is way too independent for her own good. Who knows if a man would be willing to marry her.’

It didn’t hurt to have them think that way. It’s not like they ever stressed you to go out and find someone. They weren’t people who forced their kids out of the house. Maybe it was because they had hands available to work in the hotel but they never outright expressed their thoughts about you leaving the house. 

“My family has always told me I was too independent. I guess I never grew out of it and it caused me to have a mouth.” You tried to joke. “Glad to know my personality tickles your funny bone.”

“I’ve been with the boys for a long while. Each has their own ways of talking to people. It’s enjoyable to watch them argue with someone else who they won’t beat to a pulp.” The man explained to you.

“Lucky me.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “I’m assuming you’re the one who avoids violence?”

“I’m part of a gang; it’s inevitable. I will say I enjoy the medicinal things a bit more.”

“I’ve been told.” You drop your rag into the water bowl, moving to get the medical supplies to clean his wound. “This might sting a little.”

Yeosang sucked in a deep breath when the cold solution of iodine touched his infected wound. It stung but nothing he couldn't handle. When you finished the disinfection, you moved onto the gauze. 

“Bear with me.” You told him, moving his body. He was able to lift his hips just enough to where you could roll the bandage under his torso. You were glad he was looking better at that point. You had no clue if you were going to be able to move him yourself. 

“Thank you.” Yeosang told you once you tightened the gauze. 

“You’re welcome.” You smiled down at him. 

“Yeosang.” He introduced himself. “My name is Yeosang.”

You felt your cheeks heat up with the look he gave you. It was warm, with a small smile playing on his lips. “Nice to meet you, Yeosang. I’m (Y/N).”

“Nice to see you’re still here, Sweetheart.” Wooyoung stuck his head through the windowsill, grinning at the two of you. 

You sighed in annoyance, rolling your eyes. Turning around in the chair, you noticed all seven of the men climb back through the window, each taking up space in the room once more. 

“I see you’re awake, Yeosang.” You moved out of the way, avoiding coming in contact with the blue haired man. 

While Yeosang told you they wouldn’t hurt you, he seemed to be the most hostile compared to the rest. At least when it came to his members. 

“All thanks to the girl, Captain.” Yeosang spoke up. 

“I brought you some food.” The one who hadn’t spoken to you yesterday grew closer to the bed with a plate in hand. “Jongho brought us a good amount of herbs and spices. Tried a new recipe.”

“Can you sit up?” Hongjoong asked. 

San and Wooyoung moved to either side of Yeosang, helping the man sit up a bit more in bed. You flinched and were about to reach out when you noticed the man’s pained expression. But it quickly was wiped from his face. 

“Thanks, Hwa.” Yeosang told the man as he spooned some food into his mouth. 

You watched as they all seemed to get comfortable, arguing over the order in which the shower was to be used. They all joked together and it brought a smile to your face to notice how close they actually were. There was a lot you were missing to their story, but watching them you wouldn’t think they were criminals. 

“I’ll take my leave.” You spoke up when they all settled down after Mingi had walked into the bathroom. Just as you were going to turn, a voice spoke up from the middle of the room. 

“Thank you.” Hongjoong called out.

“No problem.” You answered. With one last glance at all the men, you moved the door open. Before walking out though, you spoke over your shoulder. “I do hope you know I’m going to charge extra for the stained sheets.

“What!?”

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The Red-Eyed Boy pt. i

Pt. Two | Three | Outtake

Alec x Swan!Fem!Reader

Summary: When Edward goes to the Volturi seeking death he accidentally exposes Bella's sister. Not taking any chances Alec is sent to finish you.

Warnings:

I haven't written ff in forever soooo...

Also I have trouble with the whole Y/N thing.

Language

Kinda, sorta NSFW I guess? Lot's of kissing.

Word Count: 1,938

A/N: Alec is aged up.

Aro let his mouth twist into a cruel smirk. Apparently, the Swan girl was dead, a sad waste of possible talent he lamented silently, but what was done was done. Edward had had no intention of turning her anyway, so what did it matter?

However, there had been another problem that Edward hadn't meant to expose.

Her sister.

"NO!" Edward shouted. "No! No, she's not aware. She doesn't know-"

"Now, now Edward. We cannot take chances, you know this. The girl already has her suspicions."

Edward's face crumpled into a half snarl. Going to the Volturi for your own death was one thing, but not only had he been denied this sweet relief, he had sentenced another to death. Surely he could get them to understand that Y/N was completely in the dark. Sure she had suspicions but that was just it. Suspicions. And aside from a few shopping trips with Alice (in which Alice had to practically drag Y/N out of the house in an attempt to get to know her better) she had stayed relatively far away. What Bella should have done, he thought with a cringe.

"Alec." Aro called over his shoulder.

Alec was at his master's side in less than a second, staring blankly ahead and awaiting orders.

"You are to head the Swan household in Forks. Take care of Bella's sister."

"Of course Master."

Alec gave a bow before sharing a look with his own sister and heading out of the throne room; Edward's renewed attempt at talking Aro into sparing the other Swan girl's life fading away ever so slightly. He couldn't help but smirk. Fresh blood that didn't have to be delivered. A chance to hunt. Maybe he would play with his food before he finished her off. Make her run. Make her beg. Or perhaps... a different kind of begging. A begging brought on with kisses and meaningless words whispered in her ear. His smirk twisted into a smile. There were always different ways to play, right?

Dad,

I'm with Alice. Edward's in trouble. You can ground me when I get back. I know it's a bad time. So sorry. Love you so much.

Bella

"You gotta be fucking kidding me."

With a groan I let the letter slip from my fingers and back to its original place on the kitchen counter. I knew Bella was still healing, but never in my wildest dreams did I picture her dropping everything and just taking off for the boy who dumped her.

I paused, leaning against the counter with my head in my hands, wondering if I should just go ahead and call dad or wait to break the news to him when he got home. On the one hand if I called him now, it would distract him from his job... however if I didn't tell him now and he finds out I knew before he got home, I could possibly land myself in hot water and get grounded myself. And oh boy was Bella going to get grounded. Probably for the rest of the year if not her life.

She probably figured I'd find the letter first and would butter dad up anyways. Soften the blow that his eldest daughter went missing with a barely half-assed explanation. Well, she would be wrong about the latter at least. She'd be dealing with dad by herself on that one. As much as I loved her, I didn't want to be mixed up in her shenanigans.

Mind made up, I picked up my cell to make the dreaded call, and as expected dad picked up on the first ring.

"Uh, hey dad..."

I'm dreaming of him again. The boy with the red eyes.

He was standing in front of a familiar house, just watching. Waiting. I could see it in his eyes as they flicked back and forth. He was contemplating something, his head tilting just slightly as he took in the sloping roof and the off-white siding that was in severe need of cleaning. A truck and police car rested in its driveway, silent and empty.

My heart leapt. Why was he in front of my house? I'd dreamt of this boy plenty of times before, but never had he been in my own yard. Or anywhere I was even familiar with.

Instead, he was usually shrouded by a fine black mist. Sometimes, if I was lucky enough, he would simply be doing something rather mundane, like reading a book or walking in a garden. Other times my dreams would be rather violent, and I could hear the screaming of his victims as he ripped them to shreds. Then there was the girl that usually stood by his side. If the boy was violent, she was easily a hundred times worse. It was like watching a horror movie come to life and I couldn't close my eyes. I found that I didn't want to close my eyes. He was fascinating to me.

Or maybe it's because I'm a weird and sick individual.

He circled around to the back of the house now, his eyes trailing upwards until they landed on the second-floor window, a smirk beginning to curl on his lips.

My window.

I woke up with a gasp, clutching at my sheets.

What the fuck?

My imagination was finally getting away from me.

I couldn't help but look towards my window, still tightly shut and locked, only the soft glow of fairy lights winking back at me. Untangling myself from my sheets, I slipped from my bed and plodded over to the window. Nothing's out there, I thought. It's a stupid dream. They've all been stupid dreams. The red-eyed boy doesn't exist, Y/N. I unlocked the window and pushed it upwards before sticking my head out and looking around. Of course, I couldn't see worth shit but I squinted my eyes anyway, you know, just in case it would help me see better.

The yard was dark and empty. No handsome, red-eyed boys anywhere to be found.

I almost breathed a sigh of relief before a loud jingle broke through the silence, causing me to jump and slam my head into the window.

"Fuck." I hissed, cradling the spot that I could now feel a nice bruise forming.

It took me a moment to realize that the jingle was coming from my phone. Scrambling towards my dresser I managed to trip on the sheets I'd thrown off just minutes ago and go crashing to the floor. Tonight was just not my night. Despite my new entanglement, I reached up and managed to grab my phone, flipping it open without looking at the caller ID.

"Y/N? Y/N?" The voice on the other end was frantic.

Bella. I finally let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding, the tension easing from my shoulders for the first time in days.

"Who else would it be?"

Despite my irritation and anger from her stunt I couldn't help but crack a grin as relief flooded through me. She was safe. I could already feel the hysterical laughter bubbling up. But that was quickly quashed as a new voice spoke from behind me.

"You're just as clumsy as your dear sister."

I whirled around and promptly dropped the phone as my eyes took in the dark figure standing at my feet. He was beautiful. Sinfully so. Dressed in all black, his pale skin stood out all the more. Agonizingly perfect and flawless, with dark hair sweeping across his forehead. And his eyes. Oh those eyes. My dreams didn't do them justice. Didn't do any piece of him justice.

"You." I breathed; eyes wide.

He suddenly tensed as our eyes met.

"You." He repeated.

Before I could blink, he was right before me, a gloved hand cradling my face. My mind was going haywire, trying to comprehend just what was happening. What was this pull I was feeling? What is this warmth? Did he feel it too?

"Your eyes." I whispered.

He arched a brow in amusement. "What of them?"

"They're beautiful. Like- like rubies." I stuttered quietly, feeling myself flush. "Am- am I dreaming again?"

Now both brows shot up. He probably thought I was crazy. And at this point he would be right. The boy that I had literally been dreaming about since I was a child was right in front of me.

"Y/N!"

The faraway crackle of my phone pulled me back to reality and I slowly picked it up, watching the boy in front of me. He made no move to stop me, only brushing a cool thumb across my cheek.

Wait, when had he lost the glove?

"I- I'm here."

"Did you hear anything I said?"

It was Alice Cullen

"Er- no."

"Listen," Alice began hurriedly. "I know this a lot to take in, but Alec isn't going to hurt you. It's- mates are a complicated thing in the vampire world."

"I'm sorry, what now?" I blinked rapidly as I tried to process what she was saying.

There was a low growl before I felt the phone being taken from my hands gently. I would be lying if that growl hadn't sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

"Cullen. Given your talent I think you would know that Y/N is perfectly safe with me." He leaned in as he tilted my head back, his nose running along my neck. "She is my mate after all."

My breath hitched at not only his words but the little nips and licks he began to trail along my neck, cool against my flushed skin. Oh gods, this could not be legal.

"Please inform Aro that Bella's sister will be coming to stay with us soon."

With a click he snapped the phone shut and molded his lips mine. I was pretty sure that my heart was about to beat out of my chest. Finally, he let me come back up for air with a small nibble on my bottom lip and burying his face back into my neck, his hands running down my sides in a slow caress.

"So- so you're Alec?"

He let out an actual purr at the sound of his name. "Say it again."

"You know people usually introduce themselves before making out right?"

There was a growl in response, and I almost let out a moan. Oh fuck, please stop doing that. It was doing weird things to my body.

"Alec."

He lifted himself up to look at me again, eyes no longer that beautiful ruby red but nearly pitch black. He kissed me again and again, swiping his tongue along my lower lip before delving into my mouth with a hunger that shot heat straight between my legs. This time I moaned. He chuckled as he pulled away, placing light kisses along my jaw until he reached my ear and nibbling yet again. Lord did this boy like to nibble.

"I will be back, mio cara."

Suddenly he disappeared just as my door opened and my dad stood there looking rather alarmed. I just blinked at him in a daze.

"I heard voices." He grumbled, looking for all the world like he had just rolled out of bed... which he had.

I felt my face heat back up, trying to figure out exactly what he had heard and trying to come up with an excuse.

"Uhm. I heard from Bella!"

For once my sister saved the day.

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Our Last Summer

Alex Summers x reader

Summary: alex summers fix-it fic where he survives! him and the reader initially dislike each other but when they see each other years later they can't help but bring up old feelings they had pushed down.

Warning: graphic depictions of death/killing and animal death

✬ 1962 ✬

“So what can you do sweetcheeks?” Sean (who had declared his new codename as Banshee) asks with a grin. 

Y/N stutters, a red flush coming up the back of her neck, “I- um.” She’s still not sure why she's here, honestly. She doesn't want to use her powers to hurt people, but the men who had approached her while she was mindlessly wiping tables at a coffee shop ended up being quite convincing. “Here,” she suggests, walking across the room to where larger shards of glass lay after Banshee’s display. 

She bends at the knee, picking up the sharpest shard she could see in the debris. The others hold their breaths. Y/N raises her left hand, taking a deep breath before methodically slicing a long gash down her palm. She watches as the blood trickles down her arm. Stepping forward she displays the wound to the others, before the wound mends itself shut. 

The others nod, mildly impressed, before Alex steps forward, pointing a figure at her with his hand still holding a beer, “So you like, have the same power as Darwin… but worse,” he states.

Raven gasps, hitting him with a pillow. “I think it's cool,” she leans forward, resting her head in her hands, “what do you want to be called?”

Y/N shrugs, embarrassed by Alex’s comment, but decides it's better to brush it off, “I don’t know.”

“I think we should call you…” Angel pauses for effect, “Solace! Because like that’s what you’ll be, if you're like, our medic or whatever!”

Alex snorts, earning a glare from the two girls, but a grin from Sean. “Don't look at me,” he raises his hands in defense, “I think it's perfect.”

They girls ignore him, instead opting to look to Y/N for her thoughts. “I really like it, thanks Angel,” she smiles politely, rejoining them on the couch. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Y/N was screwed. The whole team wanted to know how she could be of use other than as a healer. And now Charles wanted her to practice her power. But she hadn't done this since she was a kid, and even then it was an accident. She had tried everyday since then not to do it again. And now here she stood, somewhere in Charles’ basement, standing in a room with a caged rat. Just her and the rat. 

Charles was smart enough to know she would never do it with him watching, even now, she debated letting the rat go and getting some ketchup from the kitchen and splattering it everywhere. But she knew she had to do it. Shaw was evil. He has to be stopped. Or we're all dead, Y/N thought to herself. You can do this.

She approaches the table where the cage sat, stopping a few inches from it. She lifts the hatch at the top of the cage, places her hand in the opening, wincing as her hand touches the poor animal’s body, her powers searching its anatomy. Y/N can feel its heartbeat, the blood rushing through its veins, all its organs working to keep it alive. She scrunches her face tightly, that dark feeling creeping up, the feeling she usually pushes away. 

Instead, today she takes a deep breath, before letting the darkness overcome her. The rat squeals, she feels its organs constrict, before imploding one by one. It weeps in pain, but Y/N persists, watching as the rat's bones snap at unnatural angles. She looks into the creature's eyes, before her power rushes to its brain and heart, killing it instantly.

There are tears in her eyes, but Y/N feels no sadness. She brushes them aside, stands up straight, and exits the room.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“... and Y/N do what you have to,” Charles makes a pointed look at the girl. 

Alex snorts, “What’s she gonna do? Heal them to death?”

Instead of retorting to Alex, which she had gotten comfortable doing in the past few weeks, Y/N looks Charles in the eyes, to which he nods assuredly. “Now go!” he exclaims.

Her fellow team members were quick to break into fights with the Hellfire Club. Y/N on the other hand, was dodging stray punches and mostly playing as the distraction. But then, out of the corner of her eyes, she spots Riptide sending a massive whirlwind towards Alex, who tries to dodge it but is trapped by the wreckage of the Caspartina. Y/N quickly judges the distance from where she stood, and decides to take the risk. Thankfully her running towards him distracts Riptide enough to miss Alex by inches. Unluckily, he manages to get a smaller whirlwind out and sends it harshly into Y/N’s chest. She flies through the air, landing on her back. Alex is quick to retaliate, sending a blast towards Riptide, which hits him effectively, sending him flying backwards towards where Y/N was climbing to her feet. Riptide had not been knocked to the ground, and once he regained his bearings he began charging up another whirlwind. Do what you have to, Charles’ words rang in her ears as she rushed from behind the enemy, hand outstretched. As soon as she makes contact, the darkness inside of her reaches out and clenches around the man’s heart, before crushing it completely. Riptide’s whirlwind falters, before he collapses to his knees, falling face first into the sand. 

Y/N stands there, hand extended, looking at the dead man on the sand. It isn’t until Alex yelling her name, and rushing to her side that she snapped back to reality. Looking up to see at least a hundred missiles in the sky, aimed right for the beach. He is careful not to touch her but ushers her to where the others are now huddled near Erik and Charles as they yell at one another. None of it registers to her. She can't stop looking back and forth between her hands and the missiles being tossed around in the sky.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Are you okay?” this may be the nicest conversation Y/N and Alex had ever had, and Y/N had only said 3 words. Alex nods, but Y/N knows, she's not that stupid, they were just in a huge fight, there's no way he's unharmed, even someone as powerful as Alex. “You know you can't lie to me,” she tries to lighten the mood with a grin.

Alex winces, “Why didn't you tell us about the,” he waves his hand vaguely in the direction of the beach where Riptides now dead body lays, “not-healing thing?”

Y/N looks down at her hands, “It was something I wanted to forget… Push down, never use… But Charles had other plans,” she shrugs, finally looking up at the boy. He nods, reaching out to take one of her hands in his. “Do you trust me?” she whispers. 

“Yes,” Alex states, squeezing her hand tightly. Y/N relaxes, a small smile forming as the familiar lightness of her power courses through Alex’s body, healing his wounds. He sucks in a deep breath, before stretching his leg, a laugh bubbling up from within him, “Did you heal my old torn ACL?” Y/N grins, shrugging at him before stepping back and heading to heal some of the other team members.

✬ 1983 ✬

“...You know what Jubliee? I'll look into that for you, okay?” Y/N walks alongside the young girl down the main stairs in the manor. 

“Thanks Y/N! You're the best!” she runs off, skipping down the rest of the stairs. Y/N’s eyes follow her before landing on someone she never thought she'd see again. She almost didn’t recognize him in his preppy clothes, but that blonde hair and mole on his neck was unmistakable. 

Alex’s head turns to the side, looking to the staircase, his eyes growing wide at the sight of the mutant stopped halfway down. “Y/N!” he exclaims loud enough to shock his younger brother standing next to him. Hank is unfazed by Alex’s lack of interest in what he’d been saying. Instead Beast grins as he sees Y/N rush down the stairs and wrap her arms tightly around the blonde's neck. She leans back, her hands finding a comfortable spot on his biceps, his still resting on her hips. “I-I, um… It’s so good to see you!” Y/N quickly realizes how awkward she had made the situation. 

“You too,” Alex whispers, staring intently at her, drinking in all of the changes in her face over the years. 

Scott clears his throat uncomfortably, and Hank glares at him despite the boy not being able to see him. Hank’s mad that this kid is ruining what he's been hoping to see all along. He hadn't noticed it at the beginning, no, it had happened sometime around Cuba. But the two had grown quite fond of each other, Hank often caught them being rather intimate, regardless of the fact that they claimed back and forth to only be ‘friends’.

✬ 1962 ✬

Y/N sat on the windowsill in her bedroom, book in hand, the afternoon sun providing the perfect reading light. There’s a soft tap at her door, but before she could even grab her bookmark, Alex has entered her room, taking in the few personal touches and how she had not made her bed this morning.

“Hey,” he steps forward slowly, after spotting her on her perch. 

“Hey,” she replies, quickly searching for the bookmark she swore she placed next to her. She smiles triumphantly when she finds it tucked under her leg, and places it in her book. She goes to stand, but when she looks up, Alex has already crossed the room, standing just a few feet from her. 

“How are you feeling?” He asks, eyes still wandering the room. Was he nervous?

“Not bad, you?” Y/N steps forward, closing the gap between the two almost completely.

“Good, great, actually,” he nods. 

“What are you doing here..?” Y/N asks with a tilt of her head. 

“Do you trust me?” Alex repeats the question from the day on the beach in Cuba, with just as much conviction as Y/N had. She nods in response, over the past couple weeks the two had talked more than ever and Alex wasn't as much of an asshole as she had previously thought. He leans forward, hands brushing her hips as he connects his lips with hers. Y/N sinks deeply into the kiss at first, a giddy feeling rising in her chest. 

Then Alex’s hands snake under her shirt, and a pit forms in her stomach, and not the good kind either. Suddenly she could feel him, or moreso his body, more than she would like, she pulled away, backing into the windowsill, breathless. “Is everything alright?” Alex asks, genuine concern laced in his voice.

“I-,” starts, breath hitching in her throat, she wanted to do this. But she knew she couldn't. Alex steps forward cautiously, hands about to touch her forearms, “I can't,” she gestures towards his outstretched hands, “do this.”

He looks down, towards where she held her hands parallel to his, wanting to interact, but an invisible force stopping her. “Riptide?” he asks, looking up into her eyes. She is quick to look away, ashamed that this kill has taken such a toll on her. “It’s okay,” he assures, hands floating up to rest on her shoulders but stopping just centimeters away. “We'll get through this,” once again, his instinct was to cup her cheek, but instead he opts for brushing a strand of hair out of her face gently, “together.”

✬ 1983 ✬

“So,” Alex clears his throat, as he and Hank walk away from the dorm room they had dropped Scott off in to rest for the evening until supper. “How long has Y/N been back?” 

Hank grins, nodding his head to himself, “Since, oh gosh, it's been like 10 years, hasn't it? After Erik’s last scandal, at least.”

“And you two are like… what?” Alex draws his strides longer so the two could chat without the prying ears around the main hallways.

Hank laughs, “Friends? Like we always have been?” He takes a moment to take in Alex, who seems unsettled and unsure, and Hank has an inkling what it's about, “She's missed you, you know. I think she always hoped you would have come back when you got discharged from the army.”

Alex nods, watching his feet intently, regret written all over his face, “I screwed up, huh?” He looks to his comrade.

“Not yet,” Hank claps him on the back before heading down the hall towards Charles’ office.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Y/N was pissed, mostly at herself. Somehow, due her daydream-filled-head likely, she hadn’t noticed a certain group of kids were missing. “Hank!” she called to the brunette ahead of her in the hall. 

Hank turns, he has a solemn look on his face, “Yes, Y/N?” 

She frowns, “Is everything okay? I was just gonna ask if you’d seen Jubilee, yesterday I told her I’d look into-”

“Y/N!” She hears her name moments before she is tackled in a hug from behind.

“Raven? What are you doing here?” she turns in the woman’s arms, embracing her just as tight as she had been seconds prior. 

“Ah, you know,” she waves off the thought, “Just found a straggler, figured this would be the right place to bring him.” Raven beams down at the woman she considered one of her only friends. 

Y/N grins happily, but Hank lets out a disgruntled huff from beside them. Before Y/N can inquire what’s gotten into him, Charles wheels through the front door, Alex and Moira MacTaggert on his heels. “Raven?” he repeats the phrase in a similarly surprised tone Y/N had had moments before. 

“Moira?” she responds, eyes barely even glancing at Charles. Moira gapes at the woman, unsure if she recognizes her. 

“Will you excuse us for a moment?” Charles asks Moira, “Raven, follow me,” he instructs, and leads her to his office.

Y/N is quick to turn back to the guest in the mansion, “Hi, I’m Y/N, it’s great to meet you.”

“Moira, it’s nice to meet you too,” she extends her hand for Y/N to shake, which she does. Then Moira turns to Hank who introduces himself politely and shakes her hand as well. 

“This place is amazing, and strangely familiar…” Moira looks around the foyer, examining the architecture. 

Y/N panics, looking to Alex, then Hank for help. “Hahah, yeah, I’m sure you’ve been to a lot of lovely mansions, working so high up in the government and all,” she manages to come up with. 

“Yeah, yeah…” Moira agrees absentmindedly, running her hand along the table in the center of the room. “Wait, how did you know where I work?” she snaps back to.

“Oh, haha,” the younger girl chuckles nervously, “Charles has been talking about going to see you for a while.”

Moira nods, then resumes examining the building. A minute or so passes and Y/N looks at Alex with pleading eyes, but before he could get something out, Moira is pondering again, “I swear I’ve been here before.”

“Old houses,” Hank replies dejectedly, “They all look the same.” With Moira’s back still turned from the group, Alex makes a displeased face at the man but he ignores it. 

“Would all of you like to come with me?” Charles announces, as he and Raven return from the office. Y/N goes to interject about the missing kids, but the look on Charles’ face makes her silence herself, he was deadly serious.

“Where are we going?” Moira asks as they walk down the hall to the elevator. 

“Downstairs… It’s a little… different from the rest of the school,” Charles replies. 

Xavier leads the group downstairs and towards Cerebro, an uneasiness settles over Y/N’s form. Sensing her tenseness, out of instinct, Alex’s hand reaches over and squeezes her’s tightly, surprising Y/N. Although, she stops herself from pulling away, instead she looks up at Alex, who is already watching her, and squeezes his hand back, before slipping her hand away and following the group. 

Charles uses Cerebro to locate Erik, who has been suffering since the loss of his wife and daughter. But it quickly turns sour, with Hank yelling for him to get out, and when he doesn’t respond, Hank attempts to remove the headpiece, but it shocks him and causes Charles to begin screaming in pain. “Alex!” Charles finally manages to get out, “Destroy it! Destroy everything! Destroy Cerebro!” Alex rushes forward, in front of where everyone is standing and looks back at Xavier for confirmation, “Wreak Havok!” Charles exclaims. Alex lets loose, sending plasma beams from his chest and arms, trying to thoroughly destroy the machine quickly. Finally it catches fire and the hold it has on Charles breaks, Y/N rushes to Alex’s side to help him through the rubble, while Raven helps Moira and Hank guides Charles.

Outside Cerebro, you all attempt to catch your breath, but a buzzing gains your attention down the hall. A force field appears, and within it Erik, alongside a handful of mutants. “Erik-” Raven manages to squeak out before Charles is being yanked down the hall by his metal wheelchair, she screams. Alex is quick to rush down the hall, yelling after them, “Hey! Asshole!” 

“All will be revealed, my child,” the larger blue pigmented man replies. 

Y/N and Hank run forward when they see Alex stop and begin to power up. “Alex!” Y/N screeches.

“Stop!” Hank yells, before him and Y/N halt and scream “No!” simultaneously, knowing exactly what was about to happen before it did. 

The red blast emits from Alex’s chest, and before he could register what was happening, Erik and co. were gone, and his energy was hitting the core of the quinjet Hank had been building. Hank instinctually wraps an arm around Y/N to protect her from the blast.

In the blink of an eye Y/N and Hank had collapsed on the ground outside of the mansion, the eruption sounding behind them. “No!” Y/N cries, “Alex!” she pushes Hank off of her, jumping to her feet, scanning the grass around her. To her right, there he lay, terribly burned and unmoving. She falls to the ground at his side, shaking him lightly, “Alex,” she whispers, tears filling her eyes. She feels the power within her begin to work, slowly, but she has hope when his heart begins to beat a little faster. Hank is talking to someone beside her but she hears only mumbling, her head flowing with too many thoughts as the burns heal slower than her powers have ever worked. 

“Where’s Alex?” Scott’s voice cuts through to Y/N, his voice laced with worry, “Where’s my brother?” Soon Scott was sliding on his knees at the side of his brother. “Alex?” he shakes him by the shoulders, causing Y/N to lose focus. Alex’s breathing becomes rugged, causing Scott to worry more.

“Hey!” Hank steps forward, pulling the boy up onto his feet, “Let her work okay? She’s trying to save him.” 

Y/N dives back into her work, healing the man she loves one cell at a time. It was tedious work, but she would do it forever if she could only talk to him again. Soon, but not soon enough, the lightness of his skin begins to return, his breathing becoming even, and his heart rate slowing to a steady thump thump thump. When his blue eyes flutter open, Y/N thought her own heart might’ve stopped. “Alex!” she exclaims breathlessly. 

“Hey,” he tried to get out but his voice was brittle. She shushed him, letting her powers work a little fast now that he was awake and seemingly well. “I,” he starts before clearing his throat, “I never told you-” he tries.

“Don’t,” Y/N interjects, looking into his eyes and knowing what he was going to say, because she wanted to say it too. 

He moves up a little, leaning on his elbows to get a better look at her face, “I love you,” he whispers anyway.

Y/N melts a little, “Alex!” Scott exclaims, seeing his brother is now awake. He practically throws himself on top of the blonde, much to everyone’s displeasure. 

“Ow!” Alex exclaims, though there is a wide grin across his face. “What did you miss me or something?” Scott playfully pushes Alex’s shoulder, earning him a glare from Y/N. Scott takes it as this isn’t the moment to have a brotherly bonding moment, and retreats with his hands raised in surrender.

When the two were alone again, Y/N brought her hand up to cup Alex’s face, her thumb tracing his cheekbone, “I’ve always loved you, Alex Summers.”

Fuck it, Alex tells himself, leaning forward and capturing her lips with his, hoping this might actually be his time. 

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Luisa x reader (my au) pt 1 of 2

Pt 1 of luisa x y/n (Really long)

James carried y/n hoping to find help Michael following closely how could something like this happen "Someone please help our sister!!" James yelled a woman and a man ran over to them "Oh my what has happened!?" The woman asked "our village was ambushed…we've been searching for help for a few days. She must have passed out from exhaustion" Michael said "you poor things….come with me I can help" the woman said. 

"Is your house alive!?" James said shocked "oh yes the Casita is alive" the woman they came to know as juleta said "Is that a Jaguar!!?" Michael said as he saw a little boy riding a Jaguar so julieta explained it to them the whole family except for one has "gifts" "that's…interesting I also have a gift I can move rocks or boulders" James said

juleta gave them all food that healed their injuries y/n was still out cold the brothers came to know the whole madrigal family then Luisa said there was an empty house that would be perfect for them because she just finished helping a towns person build a bigger house for him and his family. y/n woke up a little later refusing to say a word….it was very traumatizing…

"hey y/n…I have something for you" James said opening his backpack and revealing a cat thare cat sprinkles "Oh my god! Sprinkles you saved him! Why didn't you tell me sooner!" y/n cried out taking her cat in her arms "I figured it would be better to tell you later.." James said with a small smile, happy to see his sister happy.

Y/n slept for an entire day when she woke up she went out to see her brothers they had made a big breakfast for her "Good morning I'm glad you're finally awake everyone here is so nice and thare worried about you" James said. A few days later y/n decided to make an apple pie her brothers were out doing something. Y/n saw Luisa from the window carrying a house Luisa smelling something sweet, looked over to see y/n and waved with her free hand "Hey y/n!" She called out y/n waved back awkwardly face red. y/n had seen Luisa alot and had fallen hard for her even though she didn't know her she was always too scared to go talk to her and always ran away.

(Luisa's point of view) I smelled something sweet and looked over to see y/n I had seen a lot of her and her brothers but I've never really talked to y/n she always avoids me I think she might be scared of me with makes me feel really sad because I honestly kinda like y/n even though I don't know her really but she is just so cute and sweet and her smile always makes me get butterflies I was able to learn a lot about her without knowing her I know she loves animals and baby's and she loves to bake but I wish I could talk to her.

Y/n sat on the floor in her room feeling sad when there was a knock on her door "Come in" she said then her brothers came in her room and sat with her "what's on your mind?" James asked y/n blushed and looked away and was quite for a moment "I I think I'm in love" y/n said finally her brothers looked at each other then back at her "is it Luisa?" They asked "What!? How did you know!?" Y/n asked "come on y/n we see how you're always staring at her and you always run away when she tries to talk to you" James said y/n sighed "...yeah you're right.." she said "why don't you try to talk to her?" Michael asked "I would never have a chance with someone like her…she's just too perfect…" y/n said

"y/n you are the most amazing person we know and if she knew you she would say the same you'll never know if you don't talk to her" James said "Yeah and I bet you have a chance with her y/n she will probably like you back if she knows you!" Michael said y/n's eyes lit up and she smiled "Yeah I guess you're right I should talk to her" y/n said.

(The next day) "hey Luisa!" Y/n called out Luisa looked to see y/n "oh hey y/n! Do you need help with anything?" "N n no no uhh I just uhh was wondering if you would maybe want to hang out…? I uhh have a special place I want to show you…and we could have a picnic" y/n said a stuttering blushing mess "Oh yeah! Totally I'd love to hang out!" Luisa said excitedly "great! So uhh when you're not busy I'll be here.." y/n said "okay sounds good I just gotta finish my chores and then I'll meet you here" "okay so I'll see you later" y/n said once Luisa had walked away y/n ran inside and to her room and screamed into a pillow her brothers came in "well that went better than expected" James said "Oh my god oh my god she agreed!! She agreed!!" Y/n exclaimed.

Luisa knocked on y/n's door a little later that day later y/n opened the door "hi Luisa!" Y/n said with a big smile "hey y/n juleta made these for you and your brothers Luisa said with a box of bunuelos "I'll take that thank you so much" Michael said taking the box "don't forget your picnic basket y/n" James said handing y/n her basket "thanks brother!" Y/n said taking the basket "well have fun you two" James said. "I can carry that for you y/n" Luisa said carefully taking the basket "oh uh o okay thanks y/n said blushing y/n grabbed Luisa's free hand to lead her to y/ns special place imeditly feeling stupid for doing so but Luisa didn't let go of y/ns hand

(y/n internally) oh my god she's holding my hand oh my god!! *Internally freaking out*

Luisa was shocked by the place it was beautiful she had never seen this place before. Luisa helped y/n set up the picnic. Then they sat down and ate Luisa complementing y/n (alot) on her food it was quite for a moment "I was actually surprised that you want to hang out you normally avoid me I thought you were scared of me" luisa said "Oh no no no I Im not I I just umm I'm normally busy with my brothers so uhh yeah…sorry about that.." y/n said red as a tomato

"Hey y/n where is the rest of your family?" Luisa asked y/n got really sad then " oh umm well it's sorta just me and my brothers…my parents are…." Y/n trailed off tears in her eyes "Oh I am so sorry for asking! I didn't know!" Luisa said feeling so bad "no no it's fine you didn't know" y/n said wiping her eyes then luisa hugged her she was so soft and warm *insert y/n freaking out internally even more*

"Thanks for today y/n it's so nice to have a girlfriend to hang out with besides my sister's" Luisa said as she walked y/n home "yeah totally!" Y/n said with a red face "you and your brothers should come over for dinner tomorrow!" Luisa said "A are you s shure that that's okay!?" Y/n asked "totally we would love to have you!" Luisa said "I oh! Okay great thank you so much! We'll be there!" Y/n said "Awesome!!" Luisa said excitedly then paused "c can I hug you?" Luisa asked, opening her arms "Y yeah! Yeah of course you can, you don't even have to ask" y/n said hugging luisa.

After Luisa left y/n just fell backwards into the grass face tomato red her brothers came out and helped her up and took her inside before she went off on a rant about Luisa.

(Time skip a week or so later)  "oh hey y/n!" Luisa said with a smile seeing y/n coming up to her "uh..hi Luisa hey I was wondering if you could meet me at our special place later…I um have something important I need to tell you.." y/n said nervously "oh yeah totally I'll be there" Luisa said "great well I gotta go" y/n said "okay I'll see you later y/n" Luisa said.

Luisa was ready to start heading to the special place when Maribel and Dolores approached her "oh hey Luisa" Maribel said "hey sis what's up?" Luisa asked "well we were just wondering…if you like y/n?" Maribel said "O oh y yeah totally she's an amazing friend!" Luisa said with a blush "no no like her more than a friend like a girlfriend?" Maribel said Luisa's face exploded into a blush "No! no no…y/n is just a good friend I don't like her like that!" Luisa said Maribel and Dolores looked at each other

"oh but y/n is…in love with you…" Dolores said "What!? She…" Luisa trailed off face red as a tomato "yes I heard…she heard what you said just now she was listening she ran off crying…" Dolores said "W what..!?" Luisa said eyes wide "she went that way" Dolores said pointing the direction y/n ran to Luisa ran in the direction of y/n "You have to tell me what happens!" Maribel said to Dolores.

Y/n ran to the special place crying her eyes out her heart ached so much…she sat on a rock and cried then her brothers found her "y/n!? Are you okay!? Did someone hurt you!?" James asked

"s she d doesn't like me b back.." y/n said through her tears "I'm sorry y/n" Michael said hugging her then Luisa ran up "Y/n!" Luisa called out James got in the way "leave she doesn't need you hear" James said "I I need to talk to y/n" Luisa said "I said go away!" James said getting angry "let me explain, it was a misunderstanding-" luisa said but was cut off by James throwing a giant boulder at her

luisa grabbed it and then it far into the distance "calm down let me explain!" Luisa said "brother please stop!" Y/n said "stay out of this y/n!" James said as he used his powers to throw a huge rock at y/n hitting her and sending her flying just as James realized what he had done the rock definitely cracked y/ns skull open there was so much blood y/n touched the wound looking at her hand that was covered in blood just as she started to black out. "Y/n!" Luisa yelled never being this scared in her life she picked her up and ran to julieta

"Help me!!" Luisa said "Oh my god what happened!?" Juleta said taking y/n Luisa's hands were balled up into fists. Julieta gave y/n a syrup because she was unconscious, her wound disappearing after a few seconds "where are her brothers there usually always with her?" "James did it on accident…he was angry…" Luisa said fists still clenched. Julieta put her hands on Luisa's shoulders "hija" you should go be there for them.." "What but he-" Luisa started but was cut off "hija what if that was you.." juleta said "your… you're right" Luisa said and she went to go find y/ns brothers

"oh my god I I I'm a monster I hurt her I hurt her I was trying to protect her and I hurt her…" James said, freaking out and pacing back and forth "it wasn't your fault you lost your temper you didn't mean it" Michael said trying to calm his brother down "No it was my fault!!" James snapped "hey.." Luisa said "what do you want" James asked, still angry "she's going to be okay julieta fixed her up" Luisa said, "But I still hurt her, she was hurt because of me!" James said "it wasn't your fault you were angry and you know y/n has probably already forgiven you" Luisa said "She's right you know y/n isn't angry with you" Michael said "she probably wants to see you guys come on.." Luisa said.

"I'm going to go in come in when you're ready" Luisa said to y/n's brothers as she walked into the room y/n saw her and her eyes immediately filled with tears "I love you y/n!" Luisa said "w what b but you said…" y/n started "I didn't think you liked me and I didn't want to ruin our friendship I'm so sorry for making you think I didn't like you!" Luisa said y/n hugged her then Luisa hugged her back gently.

#encanto #luisa magridal #x reader

[kaitlynpcallmebeepme]

Damn these roads

Damn these roads. 

Idea: Chicago fire where the reader just trips (like I did) in the parking lot and walks into station 51 with blood running down her knee and they patch her up at the ambulance, maybe suggest to take her to med but she’s definitely off shift because she can’t walk now (can be a firefighter or paramedic).  She could be walking from the parking lot, trips, and then walks up to the station where Kelly and Casey are smoking outside and just see the blood or they can see her fall and get a bit worried when she doesn’t jump back up. 

Requested: Nope

Author’s Note: I decided to not make this a character x reader because I just felt like it should more be a Chicago fire family fic.  I also haven’t finished the first season of Chicago Fire, but I think this is ok.  Also, I included the picture of my actual knee after I fell, which is what this story is based on, so if you’re squeamish then warning.  I could not find the best of gifs for this fic.

Warning: Blood and injury descriptions, a hurt fic, swearing

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Coming in for a shift was never easy, especially when your shift did not line up exactly with the other people at the house.  This meant that you had to catch up with the gossip that happened earlier in the day.  

As you pulled up to your beloved Station 51, you could see Kelly and Casey on their deck chairs smoking outside.  You didn’t mind that this was how they figured out how to talk about their feelings to each other, you just wished it did not involve destroying their lungs.  Also, what a giant oxymoron they gave you of firefighters smoking.  

You pulled your car up to the parking lot then grabbed your duffel bag and started to make your way toward the boys.  It all happened so fast that you weren't sure what happened.  One moment you were walking toward some of your favorite people, the next you were on your hands and knees staring at the asphalt.    

**Kelly POV**

I had just finished telling Casey about a minor argument that Stella and I had when I saw Y/n walk up to the station.  She was the baby of the firehouse to everyone, mainly because she was the youngest, the newest parametric, and shorter than most of us.  I couldn’t see exactly what happened, but now Y/n was on her knees right outside the firehouse driveway.  

“You okay Y/n?” I gave a brief look at Casey and he had his eyes on Y/n too.  She nodded at both of us but didn’t jump back up.  She stayed on her knees on the ground for a solid 10 seconds.  She then twisted herself so she was sitting on her butt with her knees facing up.  I dropped my cigar and ran to her as soon as I saw the brief glimpse of red with Casey hot on my heels.  

**Reader POV**

Ow fuck that hurt.  I’m just glad I caught myself and didn’t break my teeth. I don’t know what happened, but I know my knees don’t have it in them to jump up right now.  I rolled myself over so I could see the damage when both boys were at my side, as they always were. 

(*If you want to see the picture of my knee, I put it under the cut on the bottom, it was taken after I cleaned up the blood)

“That’s a lot of blood.”

“Yeah, no shit Casey. Can you both help me up?” 

Both boys got me up, each with one of my arms over their muscular shoulders, and tried to help me walk into the station even with blood gushing down my leg.  I’m assuming they didn’t want me to have the embarrassment of being carried in bridal style.  Sylvie sat in the ambulance filling out a clipboard when we approached her.  

“Sylvie!” She turned as soon as she heard Casey call her name and rushed down to us. They all lifted me into the back of the ambulance.  

“Damn, you sure did a number on yourself.” 

“No shit Sylvie.” 

She cleaned up the blood, put some abd pads on, and wrapped my whole knee in an elastic bandage and tape.  

“It should heal up well, but you’ll probably be out of action for a week at least.  You want to go to the Med?”

“No, but I should go tell Chief that I’ll be out for a bit.” 

“We’ll help you down to his office considering you won’t be walking straight,” Casey said.  I scootched my butt out of the ambulance and locked both of my arms around the boys as I limped down to Chief Boden’s office.  

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I heard Chief say come in after I knocked on his office door.  I turned the knob and hobbled in barely putting pressure on my left leg.  I only stopped walking once I grabbed the chair in front of his desk.  

“What happened to you miss sunshine? I thought you just got on shift?”

“I was coming in chief, tripped on a pothole, and jammed both of my knees into the edge of it. Scrapped them up pretty badly.” 

“Sylvie patched her up.  It was like a whole spoonful was taken out of her knee.” Kelly added as if my limping into his office needed any further explanation in detail.  

“You have any idea how long you’ll be out of action?  I don’t want to miss my best parametric.” That statement made me smile.  

“I still have to get it checked out at Med at some point, but I can’t put any weight on it nor bend it for the time being.” I somberly said.  I hated giving Chief bad news.  

“Very well then.  Do you want me to tell everyone or do you want to?” 

This was something I hadn’t thought about.  Of course, we all get injured on the job at some point.  But now you had to embarrassingly say that you would be out of action because your clumsy ass couldn’t walk through the parking lot.  

“I’ll do it.  They’ll either know now or be asking later.” 

“Let’s go then.  They should be all getting ready to eat.” Kelly said.  

They helped me hobble down the hall to the kitchen.  It wasn’t a graceful entrance and caught a lot of eyes.  Standing in front with everyone looking at you, you might as well get it over with.  Don’t be afraid to say anything.  That’s what you’re late girl Leslie taught you.  

“So, as you can obviously tell.  I tripped coming in, my knee is busted, and I will be off of ambo and out of action for the foreseeable future.  I don’t think forever, but until I can walk straight again.”  

There was only a moment of silence before Herman spoke up.

“Ahh, that’s a bummer Y/n.  Hey, if you need anything you let Cindy or I know okay?” 

“Will do.”  He gave me one of those proud dad hugs that he was so good at.  One by one the other fireman came up to me reassuring me that if I ever need anything from them, to just ask.  I of course got a big group hug from my fire girls Sylvie, Gabby, and Stella.  Always thankful that I have their love. I gave one more hug to my boys behind me who helped carry me in.  Station 51 was really like a family.  Through thick and thin, in sickness and in health.  

#chicago fire #chicago fire one shot #kelly severide #one chicago #one chicago imagine #one chicago x reader #one chicago fic #matt casey #sylvie brett #one chicago masterlist

[ladyvlolypop]

In another Lifetime

Kai Parker x Reader

Masterlist

used she/her pronouns for reader and didn't proof read this, english also isn't my first language.

971 words in total.

TW mentions of blood and death

mutual pining, self-sacrifice

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This wasnt the way it should go. You were supposed to get out safely, Damon would kill them before they could do anything. Kai was there, he was there to protect you from them incase Damon messed up. How come that there were two heavily injured with three vampires and three witches? Did Kai get injured because Bonnie wanted to throw him to the wolves again? Did you get injured because you were good friends with him? Why did this happen?

You were walking slowly deeper into the forest, Kai’s arm hung over your shoulder and your arm clung to his side, trying your best to support and carry his limp body. You tripped and barely kept your balance but Kai immediately fell to the ground a small groan escaping his lips. „Shit“ you whispered to yourself and knelt down to him, trying to get him back up again. „C’mon Kai, c’mon, we can’t stay here“ you whispered annoyed and kept trying to pull him off the ground. He was too heavy.

You gave up and knelt back down to him, a heavy sigh leaving your lips. Your breathing was getting heavy and you felt the hot red liquid trickle down your side. You watched Kai’s uncouncious body and examined his wounds. A shot through the shoulder and side. He was losing lots of blood..

This whole thing went terribly wrong. Originally, you were used as a small bait for the enemy to bite on so that Stefan could get Elena back into safety but they opened fire early and Kai got hit first, since you rushed to him you got a hit too and so on. You carried him away into safety and somehow lost the others. Which is nearly impossible since they’re vampires, they should’ve been able to track your blood..

You sighed and looked at Kai. It was as if he was asleep. The magic he owned was slowly drifting off of his grip. Even though he can produce his own magic now through the merge, his body hasn’t completely adapted to the concept of gaining and losing magic in his sleep. As a Siphoner, he’d lose his magic if he became unconscious, now after the merge, it still sometimes happened.

You were tired, very tired. The wound on your side was fresh, deep and sucked the life out of you. Literally. (Y/N) started crying, crying in distress and hopelessly looking around, as if one of her friends would suddenly appear and make everything alright again. She wouldn’t have to watch the love of her life die, right? The tears were streaming down her cheeks and she placed her hands on his chest. She could only save one of them, if she saved him, he’d wake up and heal her too or at least get them out of this hellhole, or she could save herself and he would pass away in his sleep.

(Y/N) knew she couldn’t just kill him, even if she wasn’t in love with him. She wasn’t that selfish, no. She chanted a spell, his wounds healing, his heavy breathing turning even again. He didn’t wake up. „Kai?“ she patted his cheek, he still didn’t wake up. „Kai?“ she repeated louder and he laid there, no movement besides his breathing.

(Y/N) would die tonight. She signed her death sentence.

She laid down beside him, hot tears streaming down her face. Oh god, I’m dying. I’m actually dying. This is the end for me. I’m dying and I didn’t even get to tell him. She held onto her wound and turned to look at him, he was deep asleep. Quiet small sobs escaped her lips, the air was cool and the sky was lit with stars. At least she would die in a nice place, even if the ground was hard and cold. Kai laid right beside her.

He turned in his sleep, his arm pulling (Y/N) closer to himself, his head resting on her shoulder. The spell took the last bit of energy from her but at least he’ll see the sunrise one more time. She laughed sourly, how ironic, that the only time she gets to be this close to him is when she’s on her death bed and he isn’t awake. She played with his hair and looked at him with tears in her eyes. He lookes so innocent, so careless, as if this was just another movie night where he fell asleep on her.

„Kai?“ she whispered and played with his hair some more, he sighed softly, his heavy eyelids barely opening. Was he still asleep? She couldn’t tell. „Kai, I love you“ she whispered and pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head, she laid her head back on the ground again, struggling to keep her eyes open. She looked at him again. „One day.. the sun will rise on us again, and I can tell you this when you’re awake“ she laughed ironically, coughing up blood in the process. He stirred in his sleep and clinged onto her more. She smiled bitterly and bit her bottom lip, she looked up at the night sky, the last few tears running down her face. And she cursed the universe for this unhappy ending as she closed her eyes, taking her last shallow breath before falling asleep.

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„Woah.. sorry I- (Y/N)? (Y/N). Good morning, lovely. We should get going, the sun is like in the middle of the sky, it’s prolly like midday or something and your friends probably miss us, hey wake up now. (Y/N), hey come on, I know you’re acting asleep. Wake up now. (Y/N)? Please wake up. (Y/N)? Stop playing, please. Please wake up, I need you to wake up, please. Please don’t do this to me, I need you here, please. Please.“

#lots of angst #kai parker #kai parker x reader #short story #angst au #more angst #x reader #tvd x reader #tvd fic #imagine #death penalty #mutual pining #original story #my own work

[rere-the-writer]

Can request a Elijah x reader where he is dating reader and it is really serious like they are engaged serious, and Hayley is jealous of reader. So when the Strix kidnapped both Jackson and Reader making Hayley choose and she chooses to save Jackson and reader is almost killed but Josh saves reader last minute.

Yeah my requests are open. Now normally I love Hayley but this got my angst juices pumping.

Title- I could have lost her.

Warnings: Angst, a every angry Elijah, some fluff in the end,

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Hayley watched Elijah with you, a human woman that somehow won the noble vampire's heart, the female hybrid was jealous....every jealous because you got to see everything about Elijah even a look behind the red door and you still stayed with him. When Elijah came home to say he was engaged to you was surprising to Hayley and right away Klaus, the little shit, threw a ball to celebrate.

"How about we do lilies instead?" You ask ing Elijah who looked from his book and seeing the wedding planner in your lap seeing the flowers you were looking at.

"Baby, I'm happy with whatever you choose for the last time but yes the lilies are nicer."

"Elijah, but I wanna know what you want." You tell Elijah whining a bit as he chuckled leaning towards you kissing you softly. You stopped blushing brightly as Elijah smirked moving his book from his lap and patted his thigh as a silent way to tell you to climbed into his lap.

"Elijah, have you seen Klaus?" Hayley asked finally making herself known as Elijah looked over at Hayley smiling.

"In his studio, Hope is asleep in her bedroom." Elijah answered Hayley as he placed kisses on your neck making you giggle stopping him.

"Have you set a date?" Rebekah asked walking placing bags down and Hayley saw what was in them. In the bags was plates and center pieces as you smiled brightly.

"Yes! December 16th." You tell Rebekah excitedly as Elijah knew you wanted a winter wedding due to all the romantic Christmas movies you watched that romanticize winter weddings.

"Oh a winter wedding."

"Yes oh! I need to go see Kali for my fitting." You said getting up as Elijah smiled seeing you so happy.

"Of course. See you at dinner baby?"

"Yes, if she doesn't keep too late. I'll see you then my love." You tell Elijah pecking his lips then leaving.

"I wasn't aware my Sire was getting married." You heard a voice say as you woke seeing a suited man looking though your wedding planner. You looked seeing Jackson tied to a chair hurt and then saw a black woman next to the suited man as you realized they were Aya and Tristan.

"Aya we should send Elijah a gift." Tristan says standing up walking over to you gripping your chin.

"What a cute thing you are. Better hope Hayley makes the right choice."

Elijah was pacing worried when you didn't come home yet and Hayley had came over telling them Jackson was missing. Hayley hadn't told the family that the Strix had contact her as Rebekah rubbed Elijah's shoulders when he sat down.

"Don't worry Elijah we'll find her."

You were weak and bleeding as Tristan would feed from you but not heal you and tried to get you to tell the Mikaelson's secrets. The door open when you saw Tristan was walking in inside with Hayley following behind.

"Choose one. Jackson or Y/N." Tristan said smirked as Hayley looked at you then at Jackson. Hayley knew Elijah would be angry with her but she didn't care as all she saw you as just a human and Elijah would have an eternity to get over you.

"Jackson....I choose Jackson. She is only human." Hayley said as Tristan smirked darkly as Aya grabbed a passed out Jackson handing him over to Hayley leaving you with psychotic vampire.

Elijah was beyond angry as he threw a table making Rebekah jump watching Elijah throw things and yell. When Hayley came back with Jackson and informed them what happen how she chosen to save Jackson over you. Elijah saw red when Hayley said Jackson wouldn't survive the Strix making Klaus and Rebekah rush to stop Elijah from tearing the female hybrid's heart out.

"How dare she! She should have told us right when she knew!" Elijah shouted throwing a chair as Freya teared up seeing her little brother hurt. Elijah fell to his knees tears pooling in his eyes as Rebekah and Freya rushed to his side.

"Hayley broke me.....how could she." Elijah whispered holding onto Rebekah whose heart broke for Elijah and Freya hugged him from behind.

"You have hurt Elijah deeper than I could ever have." Klaus tells Hayley pouring a drink as Hayley sat in a chair her head buried in her hands.

"Jackson was more important."

"More important because he is your husband or more important because Y/N has Elijah's heart?" Klaus questioned watching Hayley snapped her head up glaring at the hybrid.

"I wouldn't hurt Elijah like that. I'm sorry for choosing my husband over some human."

"That human was to be Elijah's wife. And for Elijah to pledge his life to another like that? He'll never heal, he'll never be whole again. Most importantly he'll never forgive you, Hayley."

You whimpered in pain when someone hushed you softly shifting your weight as you noticed you were being carried.

"Shhh Y/N. It's me Josh." Josh whispered as you realized he was saving you and going to bring you to Elijah. Josh nearly jumped feeling you buried your face in his neck.

"Elijah would come and get you hisself bug from what Marcel had seen....Elijah thinks you are dead and is broken, not hisself." Josh whispered finally get you out of the Strix's hideout and quickly made his way to the compound. Your heart hurt hearing how Elijah was holding up and passed out feeling tired. When you woke an hour later feeling warm and not in pain as you looked to see you were cleaned and dressed in Elijah's shirt.

"Oh Elijah!" You squeaked out moving to get up only to be pulled back against said vampire's strong chest. You looked seeing Elijah looking at you with tearful eyes and you rolled over hugging the Original.

"Shhhh Eli.... I'm here, I'm home." You cooed softly as Elijah buried his face in your neck. You ran your fingers though his hair much like you would do when Elijah would have nightmares.

"Baby....I could have lost you." Elijah says his voice cracking as he held you closer while you kissed his head. You were hurting to know that Elijah was hurt as you never been this loved before.

"I know but thanks to Joshie....you didn't." You said feeling Elijah smile against your neck relaxing against you.

"Yes I must find someone way to thank Joshua. I hope know I will not allow you out of my sight."

"Going back to stalking me?" You teased Elijah and you let out a squeal when Elijah nipped at your neck.

"I called it watching over you, baby." Elijah said softly falling asleep against you as your fingers were still going though his hair.

"I know. I love you Always and Forever."

"I love you more Always and Forever." Elijah whispered as you both fell asleep happy to in one another's arms again

#rere's stories #elijah mikaelson imagine #elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson fluff #elijah mikaelson angst #the originals x reader

[sergeantbuckybarnes]

the moment i knew // bucky barnes

Summary: When Bucky comes back from a mission with Natasha you can’t help but think something has changed between you and start doubting if this relationship is something Bucky really wants.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: insecure reader, jealousy, miscommunication, curse words, angst, fluff, drunk reader 

A/N: As always, please remember English is not my first language. I tried my best to write this, please don’t be rude. Also, thanks to @pistachoz​ for helping me and proofreading this!!

divider by @firefly-graphics​

You had never considered yourself as someone jealous, you believed it was an awful feeling, irrational. But you couldn't help the sense of discomfiture forming in the pit of your stomach when there was evidence for you to feel that way. Bucky has been on a mission with Natasha for two weeks, this was the first time the two were sent alone. In the beginning, you didn’t worry about it because- you were aware of the past your boyfriend and the black widow shared, but Bucky had always assured you that it was in the past and he didn't see her as anything more than a friend. He made sure to show you every day how in love he was with you, and you didn’t remember the last time you felt this happy with someone. 

But this mission changed everything. 

Bucky usually calls you to check on you, even if he’s busy he always finds a way to text or call you, but this time he hadn’t even answered you. You got worried at first, millions of thoughts of what could have happened racing in your mind, but when Natasha contacted Tony to assure him they were okay, all you could wonder was why hadn't your boyfriend contacted you.

You gave him the deficit of the doubt and tried not to take his avoidance the wrong way but when they came back, he went straight to his room without even sparing a glance your way. What game was he playing at? What has happened on that mission to make your boyfriend act this way?

“You should go to talk to him,” Wanda advised  “I’m sure there’s a reason for him acting this way”

“Oh yeah? And what is it?” you scoffed. 

You were in Wanda’s bedroom. She was your best friend, always supporting you when you needed it, this time was no different.

“Y/N, you know Bucky. He’s not that kind of guy. I’m sure there’s a reason. Stop being stubborn and go to talk to him”

You looked at her; she was giving you the “mom look”. You sighed. You loved Bucky, and you didn’t want to lose him. There had to be a reason, right? You knew he loved you, he even said he wanted to grow old and have a future with you. 

You get up from Wanda’s bed. “You’re right,” You walked out of your friend’s bedroom and made your way to your boyfriend’s room. When you reached the corner of his hallway, you hear a door opening and people laughing. You put your head out the corner and you saw Natasha on the doorstep of your boyfriend’s bedroom. He was there too. Shirtless. She laughed at something he said and you didn’t catch and she smacked his right arm in a joking way. He was laughing too. You had never seen your boyfriend laugh that way with anyone other than you. Or Steve. And maybe Sam. But with Natasha? Never. Also, he hated when people invaded his personal space and touched him without permission.

You huffed as tears pricked at the back of your eyes and made your way back to your friend’s bedroom. Once there, you closed the door and slid to the floor. All the anger you once had turning bitterly into sadness, poisoning every fiber in your being. Tears started to blossom on your eyes and sliding through your cheeks. Wanda ran towards you and embraced you in her arms, asking what had happened, stroking your hair, in an attempt of calming you.

Sobbing you tried to tell her what you saw, the more you cried the hard it was talking and breathing for you. Wanda got you up from the floor and walked you to her bed, she cupped your face in her hands and wiped the tears from your cheeks.

“Breath, Y/N” She breathed in and on with you until you calmed a little. 

You didn’t understand how he could do this to you. After all the things you had done for him. All the panic attacks, all the nightmares, and the sleepless nights you shared with him. And that is the way he repaid you? Going on your back with your friend?

And Nat, you had trusted her, the countless times you had told her things you would say to anyone, she was your friend and she assured she felt nothing for him anymore. She assured what happened between her and Bucky was done. You feel betrayed by two of the most important people in your life. 

If he wasn’t happy with you, he could have told you. Yes, it would have hurt, but not much hurt as the one you were feeling right now.

“Are you sure that was what you saw? Maybe you misinterpreted it,” Wanda was trying to help, knowing Bucky and Natasha, it was impossible to think they would do such a thing to you.

“Wanda, if you saw Vis shirtless laughing at night with another woman in his bedroom, and this woman is touching him, what would you think? How can you misinterpret that?” It wasn’t about being open-minded, permissive, or controlling. It was about respect. There are things you don’t do if you are in a relationship with someone. He was out a lot of nights with Sam and Steve, and you were okay with that. You didn’t mind if he has girl-friends. But what you saw today and his attitude towards you in the last two weeks was something you could not ignore.

Wanda paused for a moment, thinking about what to say to you to make you feel better “Well…if they’re really doing this to you, then fuck them. They don’t deserve you,” your friend stated, “this defines them, but not you.” 

You sniffled wiping your nose with the back of your hand. Your eyes were red from crying and they started to hurt. “Can I sleep here tonight?”

You usually slept with Bucky, either you went to his room or he came to yours. But tonight that wasn’t an option. Possibly, that wouldn’t be an option anymore.

“Of course,” She wasn’t going to leave you alone when you were going through such a hard time. You had always been there for her, and now she was going to be there for you.

When Pietro died, and she came to the Avengers Compound you were the first one to came and check up on her, you didn’t ask her how she was feeling, that was a stupid and obvious question, you just stay there with her, offering your support. And from that moment she knew you were going to be a very important part of her life.

“Now try to sleep. If you don’t rest, you won’t heal”

The next day came sooner than you would have wanted to. The sunlight coming through the windows made you rub your eyes. 

“How did you sleep?” Wanda was lying next to you, she had just woken up a few seconds before you. 

“Not my best night,” You sat up in bed and rubbed your temples. 

You felt her hand on your shoulder and you looked at her “I’m with you, okay?” You’re not alone,” She gave you a reassuring smile.

You were going to have to face Bucky and Natasha, and you weren’t prepared for that. When you reached the kitchen, you could hear their laughs again. The same laughs from last night. You took a deep breath and pursed your lips, trying to suppress the tears that were starting to form in your eyes. Not again. Not in front of them.

When your boyfriend noticed your presence, he turned his attention towards you, a wide smile spread on his face. “Hey, doll” He started to make his way to you “I went to your room last night but you weren’t there” Was he seriously like he didn’t ignore you for two weeks and yesterday acted like you didn’t exist? What a scoundrel.

He hovered over you, trying to wrap his arms around you but you dodged him. A confused look formed on his face. “I slept with Wanda. You seemed very busy, didn’t want to bother you.” You didn’t let him answer, just made your wake to the counter to pour two coffee mugs, one for you and one for your best friend.

Everybody was wearing confused looks at your behavior, you had never acted this way towards Bucky; you were quite the opposite, always hugging, kissing, or holding hands. Your PDA was something that drove the team crazy sometimes, but they were happy for you. Acting like this set alarms on everybody’s head. What the hell happened between you two?

Bucky tried to talk to you the whole day but managed to slip through his fingers. He wanted an explanation. He wanted to know what he had done to make you act this way towards him. You two were fine when he left on that mission, so what had happened in that two weeks he was gone?

He finally found his chance when he caught you alone in the gym. This time you wouldn’t walk away.  

“Y/N,” his voice was firm but not harsh, “Can we talk, please?”

“I don’t have time” You kept punching the bag and ignoring his presence. That’s it. He had enough. He grabbed your arm and turned you to him. Face to face.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“Let me go” You pointed at your grabbed arm with your eyes and he let you go. 

Bucky huffed. “What did I do?”

You looked at him perplexed. Was he being serious?  “Are you really asking me that?”

“Y/N, honestly. I don’t know what I did.”

“You didn’t call, and neither answered any of my texts.”

“Really? That’s why you are mad? My phone broke and I couldn’t contact you”

You chuckled. What a lame excuse. “Of course. What about Nat then? You could have asked for her phone”

He frowned. “I told her to text to you, to tell you I was okay”

“Well, she didn’t”

“Maybe she forgot. I don’t know. It’s not much of a deal”

You were starting to get exasperated. He didn’t get it. 

“You know what, Bucky? Fuck you!” That was the last thing you said to him before you left the gym. Wanda was right. He didn’t deserve you, and he didn’t deserve your tears either. 

You didn’t hear of Bucky for the rest of the day. Now you were sitting in your bed, a framed picture of the two of you in your hands. Your eyes started burning. You missed him. You didn’t want to miss him. You two were happy, didn’t you? You didn’t understand what you had done wrong. 

You hear a knock on your door, you put the frame down on your bed and wiped your eyes. “Come in” 

The door of your bedroom opened to let you see who you used to consider a friend. What was she doing here?

“Get out” you got up from bed abruptly and pointed at the door. Natasha looked at you shocked. 

“Y/N, w-” you didn’t let her finish her sentence. 

“OUT. NOW.” But she didn’t budge. She just stayed there, looking at you. You finally got tired and pushed her out of your bedroom.

“Y/N, Calm down. I just wanna talk to you” You didn’t answer, closing the door in her face. 

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.” you called the AI system.

“Yes? Miss Y/N.”

“I don’t want anyone in my room. Don’t let anyone in. Only Wanda.”

“Alright. Miss Y/N. Do you want me to let Miss Maximoff know that you want to see her?”

“Yes, please.”

F.R.I.D.A.Y did as you told, and a few minutes later you hear a knock at your door. “Y/N. It’s me” You opened the door and crashed into the arms of your best friend. 

“Let’s get out of here. Please get me out of here.” The redhead looked at you worried.

“What happened?” she questioned.

“I don't wanna talk about it now. I just- I can’t be here”

Wanda looked at you sympathetically and wiped the tears off your face the same way she did last night. 

“Okay,” she nodded “Let’s get out. We are going to have a girls day”

When you came back to the compound it was late at night. You were stumbling, arm slugged on Wanda’s neck. You had drunk a little too much, trying to cop-out. Your mother always said that being drunk is the anesthesia of the fools.

“Best night EVER!” you yelled, raising your fist to the air.

Wanda hushed you. You were going to wake up the rest of the team. “Wan, you're so hot.” you keep babbling, Wanda laughed, she was going to make sure to remind you this night tomorrow. “I love you soooooo much”

“I love you too, Y/N”

“You’re like my best best friend” 

“You drank too much, Y/N. You need to sleep”

You shook your head, “No, no Imma go talk to him”

Wanda dragged to your best. “You’re going to sleep. You can talk to Bucky tomorrow”

“NOW!”

“Now you’re going to sleep” Wanda stated, getting tired of your drunk state. You looked at her, she looked so intimidating, you nodded like a scared puppy and did as she told. The moment your body hit your bed you fell asleep. “You’ll thank me tomorrow,” She said before stepping out of your room.

Sunlight streams golden through the window. You raised your heavy eyelids halfway only for them to fall shut again. The aching in your skull ebbs and flows like a cold tide. Now you understand why they call it a hangover. Perhaps some painkillers would help.

You hear a knock on your door, you groaned and wrapped yourself in your duvet, hoping that whoever was out the door would just go away. But the knock persists, louder each time.

Once on your feet the room swayed, almost causing you to lose balance and you reached for the wall. This feeling made you think you had to have fun last night but somehow it wasn’t in your memory.

The reflection on the mirror in the wall shows no sign of the glamour girl of last night. You rubbed your eyes before opening the door. 

“Wanda told me you would need this,” Bucky handed some painkillers and a glass of water in his hands. The cracking in your head and your dry mouth were too strong to ignore them and to kick out your boyfriend. You took the pill from his hand and threw them in your mouth followed by the glass of water.

“Fun night?” he asked, entering the room and closing the door.

“You could say that”

Bucky sat in your bed as you went into the bathroom. “You never handed alcohol well,” he chuckled under his breath.

“Bucky, what do you want?” you asked tiredly

“You and I have a pending conversation”

You sighed. “Now it’s not the best moment. Besides, I look awful”

“You always look beautiful,” he said softly, walking carefully to you, he brushed a piece of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear.

“Don't do this. Not now.” you closed your eyes, melting under his touch.

“Don’t do what? Telling you how I feel?”

“What happened between you and Nat?” you finally asked, the alcohol remaining in your system putting your defenses down. You didn’t want to fight. You just wanted to know. What Natasha had that you hadn’t?

Your question didn’t startle Bucky, not shocked him either. Little you know, Wanda had gone to his room last night, after she made sure you were asleep to question Bucky about his behavior towards you on the last few weeks. She cared for you, so much. You were like a sister to her, and she wouldn’t let anyone take advantage of you or make you feel like you weren’t worthy.

“There’s nothing between me and Natasha. I promise.” he said sincerely “I’m in love with you.”

“Then why didn’t you call or text me? Two weeks, Bucky. I hadn't heard from you in two weeks. You had me worried. We always call and text each other when we are on a mission”

“I told you, my phone broke. I told Nat to text you, I don’t know why she didn’t do it. I’m sorry”

You looked down. Bucky has never lied to you, and he has never given you a motive to mistrust him.

“What about the day you came? You ignored me the whole day”

“I was tired. All I wanted was to clean up and rest.”

“With Natasha?” you inquired

He looked at you confused, not knowing what you were talking about. “I went to your room that night, Natasha was there and you were shirtless”

He rubbed his face. “Oh, Y/N. That doesn’t mean what you think,” you looked at him, waiting for him to explain himself  “She just came to check up on me, I just came out of the shower, she didn’t even come in”

“You were laughing, though.”

“And you think that means I cheat on you? You always laugh with Steve and Sam. And I don’t think you are cheating on me with them. Why is Natasha any different?”

“Because-” you were ashamed of showing your insecurities to Bucky. “she had you first.” You couldn’t help to compare yourself to your friend, she was prettier, she was smart. She was everything you were not.

“And you have me now,” he cupped your face “And I want you forever.”

Bucky bent down and closed the gap between you. Finally feeling his lips in yours and- oh god. How have you missed the way he feels. He kissed you with so much gentleness like you were going to break any minute, but that wasn’t what you wanted right now; you needed to let him know that you were there, you wanted to feel every part of his body against yours and reassure yourself that he wasn’t going anywhere. You knotted your fists in his shirt, pulling him closer if that was even possible. He groaned, his hands firmly on your hips and lips agape. When you pulled away you smiled and touched his lips with your fingers. “I’ve missed you.”

“Missed you too, doll,” he said circling his arms around you making his way towards your bed until you hit the mattress, his body hovering over yours. “We have so much time to make up to.” 

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes fanfiction #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan imagine

[celestialevie]

Sunshine // Charlie Weasley x Healer! reader

(Not my GIF, credit goes to the creator) Genre: fluff with tiny bit of angst words: 1.7k warnings: cursing, like one sentence of smut (so 16+ please), kissing, idiots being oblivious about their feelings, mentions of second degree burn, mentions of broken ankles etc. Summary: Being in love with your childhood best friend is never easy, no matter how much love there is. A/N: This is gender-neutral fic don't mind the gif also, please keep in mind English is not my first language. If there are any mistakes, please let me know. And also thank you so much again for the 100 followers!! Hope you enjoy the fic

Working at your dream job with your childhood best friend has been the absolute dream. Even though you just started working at the sanctuary recently, you’re already loving it. And how could you not when Charlie Weasley has been nothing but supportive and making sure you’re comfortable with everything. Until very recently, you’ve been working at St. Mungo’s since your apprenticeship ended, when Charlie told you that people at the sanctuary are looking for another healer to work in case something happens with the wizards working there. While it did break your heart to leave your two other best friends, Tonks and Penny, you couldn’t pass up on the opportunity to be even closer to Charlie. Everyone around you two knew your feelings for each other, while the two of you kept being oblivious to each other's feelings, not wanting to ruin your friendship. Doing this job wasn’t that hard, healing a few burns here and there, twisted ankles etc. Charlie would find excuses to go and see you, even if it wasn’t actually anything wrong with him. You’ve known Charlie since the first year of Hogwarts, when you ran into him on the train. And honestly, seeing him then, you should’ve known you would’ve caught feelings for him. Red hair and blue eyes, freckles all over his face. Who can blame you? Your thoughts have been interrupted when you heard a knock on your office door. ‘’ Come in! ‘’ you yelled as Charlie opened the door. ‘’ Hi sunshine ‘’ he smiled at you. ‘’ Should’ve known it was you. Are you injured, or did you just come to bother me? ‘’ You ask him with a smile on your face.’’ Actually injured. Baby dragon decided to give me attitude by breathing fire on my hand. ‘’ he approaches you and places himself on a bed meant for patients. Taking his hand in yours, you see the very much visible burn marks on his hand. ‘’ It’s only a second degree burn, thankfully, nothing a little of burn-healing paste can’t cure. I’ll apply it and then wrap it up so that it doesn’t accidentally budge or wipe off. In no matter of time, your hand will be as good as knew and ready for another baby dragon or maybe even mother dragon to burn it again. But please don’t actually get burnt again on that hand if possible or anywhere. Molly would throw a fit if she knew how much of your scars and injuries I heal. ‘’ You say as you grab the burn-healing paste and apply it to his hand and finish it off with wrapping a bandage around his hand. Gently tapping his cheek, he sighs and gets up. ‘’ Thank you sunshine, you’re my saviour. ‘’ he exaggerates while kissing your cheek, and he’s on his way out of your office. What you didn’t know is while healing and inspecting his wound, he finally decided he’ll act up on his feelings. But for that, he’ll need help from one person who’s been helping him ignore his feelings for you. Going back to his place, he quickly wrote a note and sent his owl to that person letting them know to come over to his place asap. A couple of hours have passed before he heard knocking on his door. Opening his door, he saw that they were wearing the same outfit they usually did when they were meeting up. ‘’ Sorry it took me a while to come over, I was at work. ‘’ Charlie gulped and let them in. ‘’ It’s no problem, let’s get this over with and honestly this will probably be the last time we meet up like this, Anna… I decided to stop being a coward and acknowledge my feeling for y/n and do something about them. ‘’ he smiled and at his words Anna’s lips stretched into a wide smile. ‘’ Charlie, that’s amazing! I’m happy for you, god, I wish I could do the same about my feelings for Peter. ‘’ her smile faded a bit and a frown replaced it. Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her passionately, leading her towards the couch and slowly lowering her down on it while not breaking the kiss. Pulling off the coat, he knew she had only underwear underneath it. Slowly kissing down her neck and gently biting into it, wanting to hear her moans, he knew he pulled out of her every time they meet up like this. Lowering himself and kissing down her chest, sucking on

her sweet skin he’s got so familiar with recently. As he took of her bra, and started sucking on her nipples, the door of his cabin opened, and he swears the time stopped for him when he heard y/n’s voice when they interrupted something. ‘’ Hey Charlie….oh I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt. Please continue, I’m going to go…’’ before he could even muster up a word, they apparated away somewhere. ‘’ FUCK! ‘’ He yelled as he got off of Anna and helped her get dressed. ‘’ Go find her, you idiot! Don’t just scream and shout! You should go find her and tell her everything. I’ll go home. ‘’ Anna yelled at him Giving Anna a small kiss on the cheek as an apology, he quickly tried to think of a place y/n could’ve gone to. The first thing he did was run to her house and started knocking on their door. When they didn’t answer the door, he went to their office. When he tried to enter it, the door was locked, so he knocked a couple of times before moving on to a different location. He remembered showing her a special spot by the lake, which he accidentally found when he first moved to Romania. Quickly imagining that place in his head, he apparated there, and that’s when he spotted them. Sitting by the lake and throwing small rocks at it. Taking a deep breath, he approached them.

‘’ Hey sunshine. ‘’ at the sound of his voice, they raised their head and looked behind them. ‘’ Charlie, hey…’’ clearing his throat, he slowly approached them. ‘’ Mind if I sit down next to you? Been looking around to find you. Just want to explain something to you and then after that I can leave you alone if that’s what you wish for. ‘’ they nodded their head and gently patted a spot next to them. Charlie sat down. ‘’ Can I just say before you start, I’m sorry for walking in your house without knocking or even letting you know I’ll stop by. Didn’t mean to interrupt you and Anna in your private business.’’ their voice was on the verge of breaking because god-damn did their heart break when they saw Charlie and Anna in the middle of whatever they were doing. ‘’ Oh god no sunshine, you have nothing to apologize for. If anything, it’s me who needs to apologize to you. I am so fucking sorry you saw that. But I need to explain that whole situation and for you to understand it I need you to listen to every word I say. Anna and I were nothing more than just fuck buddies. To just try and forget about all the pain in our hearts that we both felt. We never saw each other as more than occasional fuck buddies who were looking to feel something. Her heart is longing for someone else, and so does mine. Sunshine, I know that what you saw probably hurt you more than you’d like to admit to yourself and to me. God, I wish you didn’t see me and her, but….’’ he stops, taking your hands into his and looking into your eyes. My heart only longs and wishes for you, sunshine. God, I’ve never been more in love with someone more than I am in you. If you’re in love with me too or at least have some romantic feelings for me, it would make me the happiest man in the world. If you wish to stay only friends with me, I completely understand, I promise I won’t let my feelings for you ruin our friendship. You mean way too much to me for me to only ruin it because of some stupid feelings. You’re the most important person in my life. You can say what you wish to say now. ‘’ Charlie was preparing for the worse, but what he didn’t expect is for you to start crying. Noticing the panicking look in his eyes, you quickly reassure him. ‘’ No, no, don’t panic, these are the happy and frustrated tears. Penny and Tonks will be over the moon once I let them know they were right about the two of us all this time. ‘’ A small laugh escapes your lips. ‘’ I’ve been in love with you, Charlie, probably since the moment I first met you on the train. All these times I’ve told myself you only saw me as your best friend, how could you ever see me romantically. But I guess I was wrong. ‘’ you wipe away your tears as Charlie looks at you with so much love in his eyes. ‘’ Oh sunshine, I’ve never been happier to see someone laugh. ‘’ you pull him into a hug, never wanting to let him go. He pulls a little away only to press him lips onto yours. The kiss was never sweeter, wanting to keep kissing you for the rest of his life.

BONUS:

When both Penny and Tonks received a letter from you, they didn’t expect anything unusual. But what they received was the happiest news they’ve been wanting to hear since probably fifth year of Hogwarts. Charlie and you were officially together. Just like you expected, you received one big howler from them. ‘’ CHARLES WEASLEY AND Y/F/N L/N HOW DARE YOU ANNOUNCE THE NEWS WE’VE BEEN WANTING TO HEAR JUST CASUALLY IN THE LETTER. I EXPECTED BETTER FROM YOU TWO!! ‘’ Penny screamed, but Tonks was only laughing in the background. ‘’ As soon as we can, Penny and I will come over to the Romania and keep telling y/n ‘ I told you so ‘’ because I TOLD YOU SO YOU DUMB IDIOT! ‘’ Tonks yelled, and all you could do was laugh at Charlie’s shocked and kind of terrified face. Penny can be a bit scary when she wanted to be, and he definitely experienced Penny’s wrath back in Hogwarts. ‘’ Well, they seem to like the news. ‘’ you laughed as you pulled Charlie into a kiss.

#charlie weasley fluff #charlie weasley x reader #charlie weasley #harry potter #hogwarts #nymphadora tonks #penny haywood #charlie weasley x you #charlie weasley fic #charlie weasley fanfiction #charlie weasley angst #charlie weasley one shot #charlie weasley imagine

[obxjj]

the way we heal | jj maybank

- pairings: jj maybank x reader

- summary: people deal with trauma in different ways but it seems that jj thinks you don't care about the loss of your friends and deep down himself but he just needs to understand that people heal in their own time and through their own meanings, he just needed to be reassured of it. kinda pre season 2 ep 1 give ot take

- warning(s): really motherfucking angsty and swearing. mention of substance abuse

- wc: 2.2k :))))

a/n: all my fics the pogues and reader are the age 17/18 only because that's more comfortable for me to write. its been a long long time since i have wrote something so sorry for and spelling errors

People tend to deal with trauma differently. It could be resulting to crying you eyes out until you can’t breath and you can’t see through your tears clouding your eyes. Drinking until your liver wants to shut down and you whole body is so numb that yourself and everyone around you is so tuned out that you can’t function. Resulting to drugs to either feel something or not to feel anything at all. Or to have something to blame your actions on from yourself acting out simply because you don’t know how to handle the situation of a friend dying.

See you on the other hand dealt with it internally or the whim and feeling of not accepting death. Maybe it was your subconscious talking wanting you not to accept or maybe it was the gut feeling that you always got telling you that they were actually alive and have survived that storm that ‘supposedly’ had swept them away because “no body was found”.

This ‘gut feeling’ had always been right in many life or death situations. Or even just you picking out an outfit that you were unsure of whether it was going to get the boys attention that you had a crush on. It did indeed get his attention that night because that’s how you ended up loosing your virginity that night but that’s besides the point.

The best way you could describe it was like when people would do personality tests and it would ask “are you controlled by your heart or what you feel” probably not those exact words but you get the point. I felt with my feelings if my gut said yes then it was a yes.

Since the night that John B and Sarah had ‘died’ your gut had been telling you the opposite. That they were in fact not dead. As Big John use to say when you were a kid, you can never kill a Routledge. At the time it seemed like bullshit but now it was starting to grow on you.

However now your two friends were presumed dead and not everyone dealt with trauma like you did. Some would even go as far to say that you didn’t actually give a fuck that your friends were dead because you hadn’t cried or you hadn’t drunk yourself into a state of no return or resulted to smoking weed every single day and spray painted ‘murder’ on Ward Cameron’s estate. But at least Kiara wasn’t lying.

But the thing was you hadn’t cried because you couldn’t, you quite literally hated crying because it made you feel weak. Even if you tried and you tried your hardest but nothing came. At this point you could go as far as denial. This gut feeling was like getting hit by a semi truck every time a thought came into your head questioning maybe they were dead. Maybe they did get swept away at sea and never to return.

Your gut feeling was simply not letting you mourn the loss of John B and Sarah and now everyone thought you were an emotionless bitch. I mean they were right to a point but not the whole point.

So that brought you to current day driving around the Cut and night playing fucking real life Where’s Wally but its Where’s JJ Maybank because he’s blacked out drunk somewhere and now you’re on a rescue mission. Not like you had done enough of those in the last few weeks.

About an hour ago your phone rang and it was JJ asking you to come pick him up since somehow he had now idea where he had ended up and was too far gone to put together his surroundings. Well that’s what you had assumed he said since you had to decipher his slurred words.

At this point you had driven around the whole island and gone to every hid out spot that he would go smoke at or to just get away from everyday life. You had gone to all but one place. Where you avoiding that particular house because it held so many memories, plus the fact you hadn’t been near the place since shit hit rock bottom. Yes? But it was the highest chance that JJ was sitting on that dock with his legs swinging over it with a beer in hand.

Well you were right. As you walked down the old dock to where JJ was sitting it was if you could feel all the emotions, thoughts and disbelief crawling their way up your skin from the ground you were walking on. But that gut feeling was like a wave of fire, burning it all the way back to the ground.

“I don’t know why I just didn’t look here first. I should have known aye” you half heartedly said trying to keep the conversation light since you didn’t know what state JJ was going to be in. From the huff you got in response told you he wasn’t in the mood to talk.

“How much have you had J?” You asked with concern but still trying to keep you voice light and less reprimanding because you knew he was in a too fragile state for you to be angry.

“Does it even matter how much Iv had. I don’t feel shit anymore” he replied back with his words straight forward and sobered.

“Well have you even given yourself a break for your body to sober up for you to even feel the effects of it? Or have you still been going since yesterday when I saw you? J its not going to do shit if you don’t give it a rest for at least a day or so” you said back trying you best to keep you and your voice as calm as possible. You fucking hated seeing JJ like this, you would never say it to his face but fuck it just reminded you of his dad when he got into states like this. Until the last week you had never seen JJ this bad. But could you blame him.

“You just don’t get it do you” JJ was now facing you and by the tone of his voice you had unintentionally struck a nerve that you were actively avoiding. “Why did you even fucking come if you’re just going to tell me how I should cope. Do you even care that JB has gone? He was our best fucking friend. He was my fucking brother my only family! And he’s fucking gone just like his old man. You haven’t even shed a tear y/n. You’re just acting like nothing had happened. Do you even care!” JJ was now on his feet breathing heavily and his jaw so clenched you’re surprised his teeth haven’t broken

“J, please do not yell at me right now” you asked with your voice shaking trying to hold back something that was bubbling at the surface. Was it anger or was it the water works that desperately needed to be let out.

JJ started to walk back up the dock, showing that he was done with this conversation that he could have avoided if he didn’t ask you in the first place to come pick him up. Deep down he knew that you would be the only one to come and get him, he just wasn’t as good at showing his gratefulness due to the alcohol that was numbing him.

“JJ just wait please, please don’t walk away” You stood back up and starting walking after him quick on the backs of his feet. He halted his tracks and turned around to look at you with a pained look in his face, as you got up close you could see his eyes stained red. Either from crying or the linger of weed still in his system.

“What could you possibly want to say y/n. I really thought you would be the last person not to care about this” JJ was now right up in your face and his voice was holding back trying his best not to yell. But that last sentence had taken you back.

“You think I don’t care JJ!” now you starting yelling “of course I give a shit JJ our friends are gone, they are not fucking here. I know it might not seem that I don’t care. But just because I’m not crying my eyes out every hour or drinking myself into a state where I don’t now where the fuck I am or getting high that I spray paint on any wall I see” your breath was now battling to come to the surface because you were talking so fast.

“Just because Im not doing any of those things doesn’t mean I don’t care JJ! People deal with this shit differently and you need to understand that” you breathed out trying to grasp for air again “the thing is JJ I have this annoying gut feeling thats telling me that John B and Sarah are not dead, and its literally preventing me to mourn them. I have convinced myself that they are alive and I can’t fucking mourn non dead people J. I don’t know how to fucking explain it”

“Well why didn’t you just tell us that” he replied after bit letting your whole rant sink into his brain, weaving its way through the alcohol that was clouding it.

“Because JJ! Even saying that out loud I sound fucking crazy, like I’m in a deep pit of denial. The thing is I’m far from denial. Yes I know there is a massive fucking fat chance that they are dead and have been food for the sharks” you exclaimed

“Don’t make it worse y/n” JJ shook his head not very happy with your choice of words

“Okay yeah sorry bad wording. Im sorry” you lowered your head in sorrow wanting to slap yourself in the face for trying to make jokes out of trauma.

“So its not that I don’t care J, trust me I do care. But John B and Sarah are not physically here with us and I cant physically care for them right now. But when we see them can do that”

“Y/n -“ JJ tried to get a word in but you hadn’t finished

“Don’t JJ. We will see them again” you put an emphasis on ‘will’ “I trust my gut and even you know that when I get a gut feeling that it’s always been right. Correct?”

“Yes but -“ he tried to get another word in but you needed him to listen.

“JJ I care about you. I care about Kiara and Pope. You guys are physically here for me to care for. The thing is I haven’t spoken to Kie since she’s with Pope half the time and I have spoken to Pope since he’s with Kid half the time and you? I can’t speak to you because your too far gone in beers to for me to even get a coherent conversation in” This was such an over due conversation to be had, you were now on the verge of hyperventilating. You needed JJ to hear this. Fully sober would have been better but half sober is the best you’re gonna get.

“JJ I understand if that’s how you’re going to deal with all of this but you can’t throw yourself completely away. We need you. I need you JJ. I can’t have you going off the deep end and then we loose you too. You need to be here for when we get John B back. He will need you for when he’s back”. The water works that you had been holding back had finally been released and trust it to be in front of JJ. He was your fucking rock, you couldn’t loose him. No way that would be your last day on earth if that were to happen.

“I-. Im sorry. I’m just so fucking lost y/n. I don’t know what the fuck to do. You’re always at work and Kie and Pope are god knows where. I just want this to go away so fucking bad. All this pain, I feel like I have no one” JJ was now crying to and gripping your waist as is you could float away into the air

“I know JJ, but you have us you have always had us. But you have to be so stubborn sometimes that you won’t let us in and help, you won’t let me in a help you” you had JJ’s face in your hands making him look at you so he knew you meant every single word. “I’m so sorry if you didn’t think I cared and I wasn’t there to help you, I just deal with this shit in a different way. Just like every single other person. We all heal differently and that’s okay. It dosent mean we care less. It doesn’t mean I care less”

Now there you and JJ stand on the dock leading off the chateau both in each others embrace purging the pain that’s both been locked up inside you for so long. The past you and JJ had people really didn’t tend to understand but neither did you. But you would always find your way back to each other at the end of the day. Despite the fights you had in the past and the days you would be at each others throats screaming at each other to the days you would be secretly stealing a glance at him because you just couldn’t help yourself.

You would always be there to help him take the pain away and he was always be there to do the same for you.

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➶-͙˚ ༘✶ Chiaroscuro pt 6 (end)

Pairing: idol!hyunjin x blind!y/n

Genre: fluff, healing, strangers to lovers!au

Rating: PG

Warning: none

Word Count: 4.2k

Author’s Note: This will be the end of chiaroscuro series! I hope those that read the whole series would like it, if you do, pls give a like, comment and reblog! Would greatly appreciate ~

Synopsis: “the place where light and dark meets is where miracles will rise.”

Chiaroscuro navi 🌗

Operation day

“Congratulations y/n, your operation went successfully. You may slowly remove the gauze and gently open your eyes. Do take your time to do so as your eyes may feel dry and stingy when you first open. Blink if it helps you to feel more comfortable. Once you are ready, you can turn your gaze to other areas and let me know if you feel any extreme pain or discomfort,” your surgeon walked to your ward as you finally woke up from the whole body anaesthesia.

You body was still weak as you tried to sit up from your bed. You felt something covering your eyes and you gently touch it, telling yourself that it was just a piece of gauze wrapping around. You were hesitant to remove them because, you are worried that you still can’t see despite the doctor telling you that you are safe.

“Y/n! Come remove it! See if you can see me,” Fiona who is standing beside you lightly patted your shoulders. She has been waiting for you since the start of the operation that lasted pretty long and she can’t wait to see you being able to see the world again.

Slowly, you removed the mesh and the air touches your eyelids, making you wince abit before opening your eyes.

I can do this, i can see the world soon, take it easy y/n.

You gradually open your eyes and initially you felt your vision was blurry and your eyes were dry. You closed again and take another deep breath, opening them again and it feels clearer than the previous attempt. You repeated a few times until you fully open your eyes, absorbing the surrounding in you and you finally, can see them again.

You heard cheers beside you and you supposed it was Fiona’s, as she is the most excited person to await your comeback, other than Hyunjin. You felt more ready to shift your attention and it landed on Fiona. You saw the brim of her eyes getting red and tears started cumulating around it.

It is the tears of joy ah, y/n.

“Fiona? It’s you?” you spoke softly and weakly as you are still abit dizzy from the anaesthesia, and you saw her nodded her head vigorously as she wiped her tears away.

“Yes yes! It’s me! Oh my darling, you finally regained the power to see again, i’m so happy for you!” Fiona held onto your hands enthusiastically as you nodded your head, smiling at the latter.

Even though your eyes still hurts a bit and a little dry, it doesnt affect the ability to see and you looked at the doctor.

“Thank you Doctor Yang, you made my dream work,” you bowed slightly as he stopped you from doing so and waved his hand to show that it was nothing big.

“It’s my job y/n, im happy to see you regaining your vision as well. You can rest for 2 more days before getting discharge. For this few days, don’t overuse your eyes or expose to extreme bright light, other than that everything would be fine. I will prescribe you some eye drops and you should be able to feel comfortable after 1 month. Remember to come back again for check ups after 1 month, 3 months, half a year and a year, just to ensure the process is smooth and reduce chances of side effects,” Doctor Yang dropped his last words before leaving your ward to check on other patients.

You mumbled a ‘thank you’ before shifting your heads around to take a close look at the surrounding.

So this is how a ward looks like - white ceiling with white LED lights, white bed sheets and 4 walls, a wooden sidetable and wardrobe and a sliding door.

Words can’t explain how grateful and happy you are right now to survive through this surgery and able to see everything again. God must be blessing you and allow you to lead a better life now.

The whole recovery process was speedy as you have been taking good care of your eyes, as well as under the extra care of Fiona. You were able to discharge after 2 days like what Doctor Yang promised you and you went back to your care centre.

Everything feels so new and fresh for you when you are able to see again. Similarly, the country has also evolved from the past and you see how prosperous the country gets makes you happy too. Not to mention, when you arrived at the front of your care centre, you couldn’t help but ‘wow’ at the facilities you have always been in.

The principal came out to fetch you personally and gave you a warm hug when you cameback, as well as your other peers that have started talking to you 1 month back. You felt blissful when you are able to see their faces again and cherish them more.

The first time you did after greeting them was to go back to your room, because you wanted to see the artwork that Hyunjin drawed for you and you promised that you will see that when you first open your eyes, but sadly the hospital don’t allow other materials to be brought in.

The moment you enter your room, you saw the side frame of the drawing and a small present box placed nicely on your bed. As you walked closer, you finally saw the drawing and it just so triggered your soft spot, causing you to tear up.

The drawing was a side view of you, sitting on the bench reading, or touching the brailles on your book while gentle wind blowed your hair. You smiled slightly in the picture and you seemed like you enjoyed the moment alot.

What surprised you was, the artpiece wasn’t in colours, but in black and white. There is a strong contrast between light and dark, and thus affecting the whole composition as well as making the whole artwork look 3D.

But why is it black and white?

Nonetheless, you were very amazed by his art skills as it was very well drawn and you love it so much. You turned your head and look at the present box, seeing a tag neatly written with your name.

“To: my favourite girl, y/n

By: your eyes, Hyunjin”

You were curious of what the box contained and opened it up right away. You saw a letter neatly folded, 2 concert tickets beneath it and 2 polaroids of you and him. You chuckled at the polaroid because he was funny and you were not aware of it, since you couldn’t see then.

You placed them back in the box, except the letter which you opened and read.

“Dear Y/n,

By the time you read this letter, you are probably done and dusted with your successful surgery and i would like to commend you for being brave and congrats! You can finally see the world again :)

Firstly, i would like to apologise for being unable to be there for you during your surgery as i need to go, i really i hope i could stay but it was non-negotiable so i can only support and pray for you mentally. It was heartbreaking when i couldn’t go but i guess it’s meant to be… Well not to worry we definitely will meet again!

Thank you for being such a great listening ear and companion for me. Other than my members and my family, you are the next one who always empathise me and give me great advice. Honestly, before i met you i was really upset and solemn about my setback, or even losing the motivation to work further. Because of you, i was motivated to work harder in the future while overcoming my obstacles. You were always so patient with me and never judge me when i was being vulnerable, thank you.

And yes, i just want to say, i really like you alot, alot. I admit that i was attracted by your visual initially, but what hit me was your kind, warm, sincere heart that radiates the beauty of you, despite you had inability earlier. I have never like someone this much before and i don’t know what to do to make you feel loved so im trying my best…

Well, you saw the artpiece i hanged in your room right? Isn’t it pretty? I still remember i was sitting there for 3 hours, trying to make it as thorough as possible and this is the best i can go… forgive if there’s some flaws okay? If you are wondering why it is black and white, let me explain to you.

The method i used is called ‘chiaroscuro’, which is an art term where artists use bold contrasts of light and dark to achieve a sense of volume in modelling 3D objects and figures. I happened to see it on Google someday and i wanted to try it out, but i didn’t know what to draw, until i saw you. I felt that light and dark in our lives are inseparable, like how both of us were in the dark of our life. To you, you may felt that the lost of ability to see is like losing light in your life and you had to rely on other senses to walk through your darkness, while i was going through a tough period of my idol life. After meeting you, i realised that i was able to bring light to your life such as being your eyes, cheering you up, listening to you etc. You also brought light into my life - hope, optimism, perseverance, inspiration.

There is a saying goes “the place where light and dark meets is where miracles will rise”, and i think it is like how you and i crosspath 4 months back. I hope you like the drawing and little present i prepared for you in the box!

I’ll see you soon y/n, very soon… and thank you for healing me…”

Unknowingly, a tear fell from your eye and stained the letter he handwritten for you, causing you to quickly wipe it away before it goes through and the letter will be torn. You hid your face in your palms as all the memories you had with him gushed back into your brain and you couldn’t explain how much you miss him. You were literally laughing and crying at the same time, making you look like a poor little girl awaiting for her lover to comeback.

And yes, you will meet him very soon. Taking a look at the concert date, it is 4 months away from now and you still have plenty of time to work on your own.

It is time to start planning for your future and work towards a better life, as you have found the light that guide you out of the dark tunnel now.

4 months later

Within a short 4 months, your life has a drastic change - you managed to move out from the care centre and now you are living with Fiona, as she is the only one in the house and the closest to you. You still remember teasing her why she didn’t get a boyfriend and she said she is still young. You laughed and asked if you could move over and she immediately agreed.

The room you had in care centre was too plain and dull, so you thought that changing an environment can spice up your life. Thanks to Fiona, you had a meticulously decorated room and you both are happily living together. You also managed to get a job as a freelance model, since you just happened to be scouted when you were on the way to grab a cup of tea at a cafe.

Being a model wasn’t your plan but since an opportunity is placed infront of you, might as well take it and get some income first. What surprises you more was, you ended up becoming a black horse in the model industry as a newbie. Professionals praised you for having a good build, good body proportion, good face and good attitude. You never tried to bootlick any of the seniors but really rely on your abilities to climb up. Maybe God saw your hardwork, you managed to feature in few top-notch magazines as well as becoming an ambassador for a few makeup and fashion brands.

Despite not having a high education, you were thankful for your street smart skills that helps you to grow. You didn’t stop here but went to take up a part time diploma, specialising in fashion design aa you realised you like clothes alot. During your rest day, you stayed home to catch up with Hyunjin’s activities and you got to admit that, the first time you saw his picture you were dumbfounded by his visual and felt like a blessing when someone who has talent, visual and personality adores you so much.

From time to time you both still contact via text, but because he was really busy with comebacks, you didn’t want to disturb him much and wait till the day you can meet him again, which is the concert. Meanwhile, you were just fangirling over him at your own time, dragging Fiona along with you.

On the actual day of the concert, you purposely wake up early again to dress yourself. You fiddled your wardrobe for half an hour and you were still undecisive on what to wear. Fiona, who woke up later than you had already gotten ready to leave until she went into your room, seeing your bed full of clothes and your messy hair.

“Oh dear, i thought a burglar ransacked your wardrobe, what’s bothering you?” she came in and gave a ‘tsk’ while she flip through the pile on your bed.

“Unnieeeeee, i really don’t know what to wear,” you run your hands through your hair, making it messier. She shook her head while trying to match some pieces together, helping you to clear your mind.

“Okay hmmmm, how about this black jeans and this black crop top? with a cropped racer jacket outside, you will look awesome man,” she matched them nicely and placed infront of you, making you lifting one of the eyebrows as you thought it would be nice too.

“Alright i listen to you this time round, imma get changed first,” you took them and rushed into your toilet while Fiona helps you to hang other apparels nicely back into your wardrobe.

You did your makeup and everything and left the house with your converse hike, walking down the vicinity to a cafe nearby to have your meal with Fiona. It was still early hence you both decided to chill abit before going to the venue.

Honestly, you were nervous and excited about meeting him again in real life, able to see him with your eyes right infront. You did your research and you realised the seats you both were given are VIP seats, which means you get to see them up close and interact.

“Y/n, you look very nervous, are you okay?” Fiona lightly shake your hands while you shifted back to reality after wondering all sorts of outcomes it would happen when you meet him. You nodded and take a sip of your tea, trying to calm your palpitating heart.

1 hour more y/n, you have 1 hour more to clear your damn heart before you meet him, get a hold of yourself, you mentally scolded yourself for being a mess.

That 1 hour was fast. The next moment you caught was entering the venue and finding your seats, to realise there are other STAYs who were already settled down, waving their fan banners and lightsticks while waiting for the concert to begin. It is your first time going to a concert, hence you only brought a lightstick which you thought every fan would have in a concert venue. The other fans around you were kind enough to give you freebies so you could bring back, not forgetting to praise how good looking you are and striked a conversation with you after they recognised you from the magazines.

The venue became dimmer and you implied that the concert will be starting soon. Your heart was racing all the time, especially when you saw them coming out for their performance, and you eyes widened when you caught him in your eyes.

He look fucking ethereal in real life, you cursed in your brain.

Fiona also had a shock of her life when she saw Hyunjin all fired up in his performance and she gasped at the sight when his facial expressions just swept fans off their feet. She were constantly patting your hands and never-ending praises about how godly Hyunjin looks other than his casual fit. You felt your cheeks flushing whenever he looked towards your direction, giving a little smirk and you were wondering if that was directed to you but oh wells, it’s a blessing for all fans.

“Sis, i didn’t know he can be so hot and pretty at the same time, you’ve earned it man,” Fiona whispered into your ears as the whole venue was blasted with their music. You rolled your eyes at her while darting your eyes back to the stage, getting a shock when he was right infront of you, staring at you, smiling at you.

The other STAYs started to follow their attention towards where he was looking at and they found you sitting there. More fans noticed that a model actually appeared in the concert and they were discussing about how pretty you were which caused you to flush harder.

How i wish the ground can eat me up right now, it’s so awkward!

You eyes were running around the surroundings as you tried to avoid eye contact with him, but you still surrendered as he didn’t break the eye contact with you even if he moved away. From time to time, you looked at him for awhile and looked away because you already found yourself melting in his gaze, even just for 1 second.

How did i even survive that 4 months with him, having such close physical contact without blushing at all? Oh yea, because i can’t see, bruh.

You got to applaud that their concert was really well done and it received standing ovation from all fans as they handled everything well and it was satisfying to watch. Sitting there for 3 hours, it never felt like a waste in every seconds and you lowkey wanted more.

The concert came to an end in a flash and the security guards started escorting fans out of the venue. You felt abit disappointed because that was the only close up you had, and you were internally hoping to talk to him after the concert but there was no news.

“Eh? That’s all? He didn’t tell you more on where to go and find him? I thought he would,” Fiona pulled you out of the place and you find both of you standing in the lobby. You letted out a soft laugh to cover your sadness, but your emotions changed again when someone ran out to stopped you from exiting the building.

“Y/n-sshi? I am Stray Kids’s manager, Hyunjin asked me to hold you back abit, do you have time for him?” He whispered into your ears as you raised one of your eyebrows. Fiona seemed to get the hint and she pointed at her phone and make a texting action, passively asking you to text her later once you have ended on your side, so you both could go home together.

You gave an ‘okay’ sign before she left. “Sure, could you give me a moment please, let me get something and i’ll comeback, where can i find him?” You replied with the same volume so it is only kept between both of you, avoiding it to be overheard by other fans who still stayed around to take pictures. The manager told you the location and you dashed out of the place to find a nearby flower shop.

Meeting him for the first time after so long is a reunion and you felt that going empty handed doesn’t look presentable. You instantly thought of buying him a bouquet of flowers to congratulate him on completing his Day 1 tour. However, by the time you reached the floral shop, they are closing soon as it is close to night time. Thankfully, they still served you before closing and you asked them if they have any flowers to congratulate someone. Sadly, they ran out of them, but they offered you other flowers and one of them is pink camellia.

“Girl, pink camellia means longing for someone and given to someone you miss. Does it suit you somehow?” The lady in her mid 50s asked you, catching you off guard.

Does it suit me?

Yes it does,

because I miss him,

so badly.

“Pink camellia it is then, thank you auntie,” you thanked the old lady courteously and she wrapped the flowers nicely for you. You quickly bid a goodbye before running back to the stadium, rushing to the exact location that the manager told you moments before.

You held onto the flowers firmly while not crushing them, breathing in the faint fragrant scent of it while lights up your smile. You recalled the time where you went to floral garden with him and he stopped by camellias as well, sharing about how the different camellias had relatable meanings and how much he like them.

You walked towards the location but you didn’t see anyone in it. You were puzzled by the absence of people and you went to a few more rooms down the corridor to see if there was anybody, but to your dismay, there was no one.

Did you missed it again?

You sighed at your encounter and slowly walk back to the exact room you were told to visit, hoping to find him coming back again. As you were walking back while looking down at the flowers with tinge of sadness, you heard the awfully familiar voice ringing again across the corridor.

“Are you looking for me?”

You raised your head to find the latter standing infront of you - tall and charismatic, while putting on a faint smile on his face. He was wearing a black leather blazer and a black leather pants that he wore during his last performance, including his smokey eyeshadow that seems like hooking onto your soul, not missing out his iconic blonde hair that made him look like a prince. Your heart started pounding badly when your gaze met his, feeling blood starting to gush up your cheeks again and making you feel warm.

Is that what they meant by heart palpitating when you meet someone you like? He look so prestigious.

“Uh, yes, didn’t see you inside-“

Before you could even finish your sentence, you saw him taking big steps towards you, eventually running up to you, crashing his soft, plump, glossy lips onto yours firmly.

He held onto the nape of your neck so gently, kneading the skin of it as he indulged himself in the session he had with you. His lips move perfectly with yours, as if they were made for one another. You threw your hands on both his shoulders, pulling him a little more closer to you as you both tasted each other deeper. You heard his heartbeat beating in sync with yours, and you smiled against his lips.

Oh, the oh-so-familiar embrace and scent of him.

Everything felt right now. The moment was right, the reunion was right, the embrace felt right, because you felt like you have found your way home, to see someone who has been waiting for you to come back to him.

You both are fated to be, perfectly shaping for each other.

“I miss you so so much y/n,” you felt his warm breath tickling your ears while he whispered in it. He hid his face into the crook of your neck, closing the distance with you a little but more to feel every part of your skin coming in contact his. “I can’t help but to keep looking at you during the concert just now. Sorry if i looked like a psychopath.”

“I understand Hyun, i miss you too,” you reciprocated his thoughts and run your hands up and down on his back, soothing him from his emotions as you heard him sniffing.

“Hyun, this is for you,” you pulled away slightly and gave him the bouquet of pink camellia that was almost crushed by him when he crashed himself to you. “Wanted to give you congratulate flowers but they didn’t have it anymore, so i got you this.”

His lips curled up as he took it over carefully, smelling and appreciating them. He looked at you lovingly again, before leaning in to kiss your eyes so gently as if you are made of porcelein.

“I’m thankful that you can see again, and now your eyes should be fixated on me and only me okay,” he jokingly said before pulling your hands along with him, walking down the corridor.

“We are not going to separate anymore, i promise.”

Of course, you have always place your trust in him because he never disappoints you with all the things he did.

“Yes, because miracles have been created when light and dark integrates together, they become one, like you and me.”

End.

-> thank you for reading this short story on Chiaroscuro and we have come to the end, i hope you guys like it because it is my first time working on a short story like this. If you like it, please like, comment, rb or even follow if you wish to! Would be much appreciated and motivated to do better :)

-> Another thing would be, i will consider this as one of the flower series as well, since i used pink camellia in my story, so it can be used for flower language series :) See you in my future works~

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Burn The Witch 4 - Making Believe [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback my loves ! ❤ Here’s the next chapter, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns, knives.

Summary: A lot can happen in a coffee shop. 

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Considering all the missions your superiors had sent you, this wasn’t the first one to make you end up with a gunshot wound, but it was the first one that you were assigned to seduce the target and ended up with a gunshot wound as a first impression.

Now that you had met Bucky, the next step would be easier. You just hoped he wouldn’t suspect something was up like General kept warning you about, so you had to make sure to memorize every single detail of your cover story.

Instead of being a trained assassin, you were now working in a milkshake shop.

Instead of having lived there your whole life, you were now clueless about the city since you had recently moved there.

Instead of liking horror movies, you now loved rom-coms.

New identity, new apartment, new car, new everything. It was as if the real you had never existed, but none of that was your biggest issue right now.

It was your new uniform for the milkshake shop.

“Jesus Christ,” you muttered to yourself, looking in the mirror before fixing your skirt. Even after a week, you still weren’t used to wearing it, the uniform was some sort of a retro diner waitress costume with red and white stripes, cinched waist and a white apron over the short skirt. “I’m going to kill whoever picked this after I’m done with the mission.”

“Y/N?” Chloe called out from the living room, “Come on, we need to go over everything for today.”

You ran a hand over your face and walked to the living room to find your two best friends sprawling on the couch. Keith let out a laugh as soon as he saw you in that outfit, but managed to hide it by pressing his fist on his lips while Chloe kicked at his boot.

“I didn’t say anything!” He held up his hands, “Will you break my phone again if I take a picture?”

“Yeah,” you pointed at him, “I will, so don’t even.”

“We need to go over the plan,” Chloe said, “Today is the day you accidentally run into Barnes, he’ll be at that coffee shop.”

“How do you know where he will be?”

Chloe scoffed, “Hello? I’m a genius hacker?”

Keith sat up straighter, turning the pages of your file.

“Okay so,” he said, “You guys will probably make some small talk, let’s have some practice. Pretend I’m Bucky, how will you talk about yourself?”

“We don’t need to practice it, it’s not my first rodeo,” you reminded him “I got this.”

“Y/N, no offense but he isn’t some clueless civilian okay? The guy was going after targets before you or your parents were born for that matter. The tiniest mistake could tip him off.”

“He has a point.”

“Fine,” you sighed, fixing your nametag, “Let’s practice then.”

Keith took a deep breath and cleared his throat, “Look at that, we ran into each other again.”

You frowned at his deep voice, “Bucky doesn’t sound like one of those robots in the Terminator, Keith.”

“I’m in the zone, just go with it,” he said as offered you his hand, and you shook it.

“Yeah, hi again.”

“I haven’t seen you around here before.”

“Oh that’s normal, I just moved here. A month ago.”

“You just moved here?” he repeated “Really? Did you get used to the city yet?”

“A little.”

“I bet your family misses you.”

“Not really, I grew up with my grandmother. She passed away last year.”

“Any siblings?”

“No.”

Keith raised his brows, “Can you be less specific?”

“Keith—“

“You’re not acting like a civilian right now, you’re acting like a spy who has been forced to socialize and he will see right through that,” he told you. “You have to give him more details, civilians talk about themselves a lot.”

“It’s true,” Chloe said, “Once I was in this speed dating thing and just- don’t ask. They don’t stop talking about themselves.”

Keith pursed his lips only for a moment, stealing a look at Chloe before turning to you,

“Let’s try again. Any siblings?”

You rolled your eyes, “Unfortunately not. I’m an only child but when I was a kid, I kept begging my parents for a sister. My mom asked me what would happen if I got a brother, apparently I went like “but mommy, you can give him back then!””

“There we go, embarrassing childhood memories,” Keith grinned, “Good idea.”

You checked your wristwatch, “I gotta run,” you said, “You guys can see yourselves out.”

“I was actually hoping I could stay a little more,” Chloe said, “To make this place look a bit more appropriate. I suppose you’ll bring him here at some point?”

You pulled your brows together, looking around. “Yeah, so? There’s a bedroom.”

“Ever the romantic, this one,” Keith said and Chloe shook her head,

“Y/N, he needs to see something personal otherwise he might get suspicious.”

You pursed your lips, deep in thought, “You mean like sex toys?”

“Oh Jesus…”

“Contrary to popular belief, when people say they want to see something personal, they don’t refer to sex toys.” Keith stated helpfully, “That being said, we’re all screwed if you end up falling for a civilian, you have no idea how to act like one.”

“I meant personal as in stuff to make your place look more homely,” Chloe explained, “Things from your cover’s past that show him we didn’t fabricate this whole identity.”

“Even if we did,” Keith mumbled under his breath and she nodded.

“Even if we did. He needs to see something personal when he comes here, like…” she motioned at the walls, “Like your childhood pictures or your art projects from when you were seventeen.”

“I was learning how to use a pencil as a knife when I was seventeen, Chloe.”

“Exactly. Just let me handle it, I’ve been watching so many makeover shows lately.”

You shrugged your shoulders, “Knock yourself out,” you said, “I have milkshakes to fill, see you guys later.”

“Go get him tiger!”

“You got this!” Chloe called out as you walked to the door, “Just be confident and your milkshake will bring all the ex-assassins to the yard!”

You let out a small laugh, then closed the door behind you before throwing your shoulders back and going down the stairs.

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Approaching the target as your training taught you had to have certain steps. You couldn’t just implant yourself in their life, you had to wait until they thought it was their choice to include you in their lives. Sometimes it took more time than you had patience for, but in the end it was worth it.

Seeing that Bucky Barnes was no civilian, every single step had to be checked twice.

Well the uniform would help the mission, at least a little.

A distracted target was a good target.

You lowered the binoculars before pushing them into your purse and fixing the apron wrapped around your waist. Bucky was sitting with Sam at the coffee shop and they seemed to be in a deep discussion, not even aware of what was going on around them. You took a deep breath and approached the door before you pushed it, then slowly made your way to the barista.

“Hi, can I get a cappuccino please? Small.” You smiled at her and went to the counter on the right to wait for your order. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Sam looking at you with a frown before saying something to Bucky, nodding in your direction. You kept your eyes on the counter, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet before you scratched around the tape of the bandage over the bullet wound absentmindedly.

Come on…. you thought Come on, approach me already, just come here….

“Here you go, miss.”

“Thank you,” you said, taking the cup off the counter before you started pouring sugar into it just to stall, and finally heard someone clear their throat behind you.

Bingo.

You looked over your shoulder and turned around, your jaw dropping.

“Come on,” you let out a giggle, “Is this real?”

Bucky smiled slightly and pursed his lips together as if he wasn’t familiar with the gesture, “Uh…hi.”

“Hi!” you said, your voice way too high pitched for a moment, “Wow. We meet again, my hero.”

His smile widened and he rubbed the back of his neck, “How’s your arm?”

“Healing,” you ran a finger over the tape of the bandage, “I didn’t die, that’s something. But the doctor said that was the worst bullet wound he had ever seen in his life.”

Bucky frowned, “Wait, really?”

“No, I’m just trying to look badass,” you admitted, making him chuckle, “They didn’t even think it needed stitches.”

“Ah,” he said and motioned at your uniform, “So you’re a…?”

You scrunched up your nose in what you hoped to be a cute manner and shot him an abashed look, “I know. I thought the exact same thing when I first saw myself in it.”

“I doubt that,” he mumbled more to himself and you tilted your head, batting your lashes.

“Hm?”

“Nothing,” he said quickly, “So the uniform?”

“I work at this milkshake shop just around the corner,” you said, “Apparently retro shops are popular nowadays. It’s supposed to look like this pin up style— can you tell me what’s wrong with the dress so that I can tell the owner what a ridiculous idea it is?”

He opened his mouth and closed it again, looking you up and down, “I don’t- it’s-“ he stammered “You know, it was such a long time ago. I think it looks perfectly fine.”

“Does it?”

“Absolutely.”

You grinned at him, “Well in any case, you should drop by sometime. Milkshakes are better than the uniform, I promise.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded, “Yeah! I would’ve invited you sooner but by the time I was done at the hospital you had already left, and they also told me you paid for the whole thing and the taxi, so…”

“Don’t worry about it,” he waved a hand, “It’s nothing.”

You bit down on your lip, “If you don’t mind me asking,” you said softly, “Why did you leave in a hurry? I mean obviously you didn’t have to stay, I’m sure you’re very busy and—“

“No no, it’s nothing like that,” Bucky cut you off, “I just didn’t want you to think you owed me anything, that’s all.”

“Huh,” you clicked your tongue, “I see. I was wondering what the catch was, didn’t have to wait that long. That’s good to know.”

He raised his brows, amused for some reason, “What’s the catch?”

“You’re too much of a gentleman.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Not really,” you taunted him “Just unfamiliar.”  

His gaze lingered on you as you took a sip of your coffee, keeping your eyes on him.

“I hope you got home safe though,” he said after a beat and you thought for a moment.

“I did, and now I know to stay away from dark alleys in New York,” you said, “Lesson learned I’d say.”

“You’re not from around here?”

“I- no, I actually moved here just a month ago,” you said, “I grew up in a small town, we didn’t really have robbers or anything. And I managed to get mugged within the first thirty days in a big city. A true New York experience, I feel like I belong here already.”

“Your folks must be losing their minds if you attract trouble that fast in the city.”

“No one is losing their minds, it’s just me,” you said and when you saw his quizzical glances, you felt the need to explain. “I grew up with my grandma and I lost her a year ago, so…”

“I’m sorry.”

“Ah it’s okay,” you said, “She wouldn’t want me to live in sadness, she told me that herself. You can’t focus on what ifs, you know? We just decide what to do with the time left for us and that’s it. Past would drive all of us crazy otherwise.”

He looked almost surprised at your take on loss and when you saw the soft light in his eyes, you knew you had just hit jackpot.

“You’re a glass half full kind of person, huh?”

Nope, I’m more of a “use the glass as a weapon” kind of person.

“Yeah,” you said, “There are enough pessimists in the world, and they don’t need me within their ranks. No one really did anything nice by thinking the worst anyways.”

“Oh you were definitely not raised here.”

Your jaw dropped, “You know what Mr. Barnes, I’d take that as an offense but lucky for you, you saved me the other day, so I’ll let that slide.”

“Mm hm,” He looked like he was struggling with himself not to laugh, “Lucky me.”

You narrowed your eyes at him playfully, then checked your wristwatch.

“I should probably go, my boss cares a lot about punctuality,” you said, “But is it okay if I gave you my number?”

He stared at you for a couple of seconds as if he couldn’t believe you.

“Wait- really?”

“I mean I was going to wait until you asked me, but apparently you’re too much of a gentleman,” you joked as he hastily grabbed his phone from his pocket and handed it to you. You typed in your number, then saved it.

Y/N (The Milkshake Girl)

Bucky tilted his head, his brows furrowed, “What, you didn’t think I’d recognize your name?”

“Well it’s better to be safe than sorry,” you joked, “Besides you should really come by sometime. We have the best chocolate milkshakes. It’s on the house.”

He smiled, “I will.”

You took a step, then held your breath and turned around as if you had just remembered something.

As if it wasn’t all practiced.

“But not after 4 on Mondays and Wednesdays,” you said, “I volunteer at the soup kitchen then.”

That light in his eyes was almost gentle, as if he was worried he could hurt you just by looking at you, but couldn’t stop himself from doing so.

“I’ll see you not after 4 on Mondays and Wednesdays then,” he said and you giggled, then turned around and walked to the door. Sam was watching you with a small, proud grin on his lips so you waved at him and left the coffee shop, still holding the warm cup tightly in your hand.

As soon as you were sure you were out of their sight, you dropped the smile, exhaled a relaxed breathe and grabbed your phone to touch the contact on the screen.

“I’m sorry, our delivery service is down right now,” the voice said and you scratched around the tape on your arm before telling her the code;

“That’s okay, I can wait until the rain stops.”

There was a click on the other line and soon enough you heard the assistant’s voice.

“Hello?”

“This is Shrike, put me through the General.”

“Of course, a second please,” she said and you tossed the cup into the garbage can, then General’s voice reached you.

“Shrike?”

“Sir, I just called to inform you that I’ve contacted the target for the second time,” you said, “Everything is going according to plan, my report will be on your desk by tonight.”

“He didn’t suspect anything?”

“No sir.”

“Okay,” he said, “Don’t move too fast, alright? We don’t want to spook him.”

“Of course.”

“And Shrike?” he said, “Good job.”

A smile lit up your face, “Thank you sir,” you said and hung up, closing your eyes and leaning back to the wall.

“Okay,” you whispered to yourself, “You got this, he’s just another target. Let the games begin.”

Chapter 5

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A Way of Mourning

Requested by:  @iamhowieson​ Hey! I was wondering if you could make a Levi x reader request where Levi accidentally hurts the reader and he feels terrible about it but the reader comforts him and tells him they’re ok. 

Thank you for requesting! <3 And I’m sorry for the delay. 

Words: 2K+

Pairing: Levi x Reader [gn]

Hope you like it  ❤️ Feedback is deeply appreciated! ^^

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“Where…” you whispered, almost choking, as your dry throat tissues scratched against each other.

“Here, have some water,” someone helped you sit up and held a glass to your lips, letting you gulp greedily. The chilly liquid soothed your parched throat and you sighed in relief. Finally opening your eyes, you were met with the face of your best friend and the rest of your squadmates.

“Captain, you gave us quite the scare there. It’s been two days and you weren’t waking up. Glad to finally have you back!” grinned one of them and you smiled, only now feeling the dull ache in your abdomen. You remembered now, how you had saved one of your subordinates which resulted in a titan sinking its teeth into you.

Your eyes widened as your thoughts shifted to a certain trio.

“What happened to Levi and the others?” you asked, almost frantically, because you didn’t remember anything from the mission and the worry quickly settled inside you, like a parasite, and started eating.

Since Levi, Isabel and Farlan joined the Scouts, you were one of the few people who were assigned to take care of the three. They needed to learn more about the world above, about how the military worked, about how the Survey Corps operated, and tons of other stuff, not to mention training, riding, and strategy. The others who were assigned to help, did it with disdain until at one point they just gave up, not wanting to have any contact with the “mongrels from the Underground” but you had stayed. You genuinely liked them. Your mother had done some charity in the Underground and you had accompanied her on a few occasions. What you felt towards the people from that place was only pity, because they deserved so much better than the curse they got since birth – to live in a place with no sun and light, where only filth and shadows flooded each corner, lurking over every inch of your skin.

So you had tried your best to take care of the three. Isabel had quickly taken a liking to you, followed by Farlan. Levi had been harder to win over. He was very quiet, reserved, and distrustful. But your constant kind gestures managed to crack even his shell if only a bit. He didn’t have problems with letting you be near him anymore. He even started talking to you and a day before the expedition he had even allowed you to rub his right shoulder. It had been aching and you had told him that he had to be healthy and strong for the expedition if he wanted to protect himself and his friends. He couldn’t malfunction. He had actually chuckled, although it was so quiet you almost mistook it for him letting out a breath, and let you do your magic at soothing his muscles. You had grown so attached to them that you couldn’t imagine your life without them. The thought that this was their very first expedition had hit you like a sack of bricks just before you had taken off and you had been worried out of your mind throughout the whole expedition, wondering whether they would make it out alive.

“Look, Y/N…I know you grew close during this past month but…Isabel and Farlan are dead,” announced your friend grimly and your heart dropped to your stomach. And suddenly your throat was dry again and no amount of gulping water or saliva was going to help. You let out a shaky breath as your trembling fingers clutched the edge of the bed, helping you sit up straighter and swing your legs over it.

“Wait, where are you-“

“I need to see Levi,” you muttered and your friends shared worried glances. They let you pass. They knew you were one of the most stubborn people alive and no amount of persuasion would put a stop to what you have in mind.

You stumbled all the way to the male barracks and opened the door, fully expecting to see Levi slumped on his bunkbed. But he was not there. In fact, the barracks were quiet and there wasn’t a single soul inhabiting them. The only sound that penetrated that silence was that of running water. Your eyes snapped to your left where the male common showers were located and you took hesitant steps towards it. This had to be the man you were looking for. After all, one of your squadmates had told you that Levi hadn’t left the barracks since the expedition.

You didn’t know how long you just stood in front of the door, wondering if you should wait for him or leave and come back later, endlessly contemplating on what exactly you were going to tell him. But after thirty minutes had passed and nobody was coming out, your thoughts shifted to, once again, worry. Because nobody ever took showers that long. The hot water had to be preserved. After all, there were around a hundred soldiers in the regiment who needed it and it was a bit harder to warm it up since they lived in a castle and not in the city like the Military Police or the Garrison.

“Levi?” you called out as you knocked but no answer came. “It’s me, Y/N. I’m coming in, ok?” you slowly opened the door and your face and body were instantly hit with hot thick steam and moisture. It was almost suffocating. “What the-“ you rubbed your face and eyes as you fully stepped inside and tried to focus. You finally located a figure at the end of the room and you walked towards it. The fog parted a bit and revealed the familiar backside of Levi. You were about to huff and scold him when you noticed just how red his back was. Your eyes widened as you outstretched your arm and put it under the sprinkling water, hissing and retreating it almost immediately.

“That water is scalding hot!” you exclaimed. “Levi, hey, let’s get out of here, hm?” you asked, voice laced with desperation and worry as you went to put a hand on his shoulder and shake him out of whatever trance he had fallen in. “You’re harming yourself. Please, let’s leave,” but before you could touch his skin, his hand shot out and grabbed yours, clutching it so tightly that he almost snapped it. He stood up abruptly and shoved you away, causing you to let out a squeal as you slipped and fell on your bum, the pain from your wound jostling your body, making you groan and clutch your stomach as if it was going to help soothe it.

“Get out,” he growled, his back still turned on you.

“But-“

“I said leave!” he yelled as his head sharply turned to look down at you. His eyes grew wide and the angry sneer and furrowed eyebrows he had donned eased a little. You stood up slowly and raised a hand, nodding.

“Ok…it’s alright, I’m going…just…don’t stay here long,” you whispered before you turned on your tail and exited the room.

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“Gods, would you go to bed already? Your wound is still healing and instead of resting you’re burying yourself in paperwork!” exclaimed your friend angrily as she crossed her arms.

“You know that there is always extra paperwork after expeditions. And I’ve been out for two days. I have a lot of work to catch up to. I’m fine,” you smiled at her reassuringly and she rolled her eyes before they snapped to the door after a knock echoed throughout your office.

“Name and business?!” you called out but nobody answered. The door just opened and your eyebrows shot to your hairline as you saw Levi holding a tray with two cups of steaming tea. Your friend gave you a look and nodded.

“I’ll leave you two to it,” she said as she quickly exited and closed the door.

Levi just stood there awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot until you told him to sit. He placed the tray on your desk and grabbed a chair, dragging it to sit in front of you while you were sipping on the liquid. There was silence for some time as you looked at him but he didn’t have the courage to look at you, focusing on his lap as his bangs covered his face.

Levi felt horrible. He felt disgusted with himself. He had been shaking like a leaf the moment you had left the bathroom. He hadn’t known what to do. He hadn’t even known which world he was on.

He remembered sitting there, almost choking on the thick steam, feeling the hot water drops drum against his skin. He had been so deep into his thoughts and the still fresh memories from two days ago, eyes scanning his hands in haze, seeing not clean skin but skin marred with dark wine blood – the blood of his family. The family he couldn’t protect because of his own foolishness and weakness. The moment he had felt that someone’s presence breathing down his neck and feeling the closeness of their hand, hovering over his shoulder, the close proximity creating warmth and electricity that had made the hair on his neck bristle, his hand had shot out automatically. He hadn’t wanted anyone to breathe the same air as him, much less touching him. He hadn’t hesitated when he pushed them away. But the moment he had turned and his eyes fell on you, regret had struck his heart and he had been frozen in place, not being able to do anything but watch with wide eyes as you shot him an apologetic smile before leaving.

He told himself that it wasn’t on purpose. He told himself it was just a reaction – a reflex – to something, someone, foreign, invading his personal space in a moment of deep vulnerability. But still…he felt like a trash.  

“I’m sorry,” he finally let out and you smiled at him, shaking your head.

“It’s fine,”

“No…I yelled at you…I pushed you…I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he whispered and you sighed.

“Everyone mourns differently, Levi. You needed space; so I gave it to you. I probably startled you by touching you. I shouldn’t have been so abrupt with my actions,” you explained gently, hoping to ease the guilt that was so obviously drowning him. His hands balled into fists as he bit the inside of his cheek.

“You’re the only one I have left,” he muttered as his eyes finally locked with yours and your hand touched his ever so slowly.

“And I’m not going anywhere. Please… let’s just forget everything and keep going together,” you smiled at him as your hand stroke his and he let out a sigh of relief before nodding. The emotions swirling in his eyes were so many and so vivid that it almost made you cry. It engulfed your very being and had such an impact on you that it overwhelmed you, making you succumb to emotion rather than rationality. You stood up and approached the man, crouching down in front of him. The smile you sent him and the emotions swirling in your eyes, had him give you a soft smile. You rose on your toes and closed the distance, letting your arms embrace his form. You sank into him, head nestling in the crook of his neck as his own arms tugged you closer and squeezed your form.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured in your hair again and you tightened your hold, nuzzling into him. He didn’t know whether he truly deserved this forgiveness. You were simply an exceedingly kind and forgiving person. But he knew one thing. From now on he was going to do anything for you. He was aware he had a difficult personality but he was going to try his best and stick by your side. Because you truly were one of the few people who gave him a chance and tried so hard to forge friendship with him despite all and you actually managed to wiggle into his heart and settle there.  

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I promise to protect you...

#aot x reader #snk x reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #reader #reader insert #reader imagine

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Civilian

Character: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Summary: Jason Todd is used to saving the innocent. But he’s not used to them saving him. 

Word Count: 3,100 – One Shot

“Fuck me,” Jason groaned as he stumbled across the rooftops.

How he was able to even walk right now was beyond him.

He had Slade on the ropes. Just one more punch to put him off balance and Jason would’ve shoved a knife into his jugular and be done with him. But Slade had a few more tricks up his sleeve and decided to flee instead of finish a losing battle, so he ran like a coward. 

It left Jason utterly irritated and with a huge gash in his side, amongst other various injuries. 

He could’ve called one his “friends” or someone in his “family.” But he was stubborn. He wanted to be stronger than that. He wanted to prove that he didn’t need any of them. He was better than that. He was the best. And he’d risk bleeding out to prove it to them – or really…himself.

But his body wasn’t on the same page.

And it finally had enough.

Jason stumbled to his knees on a rooftop. He groaned as his vision became hazy.

His helmet had a protective system in place so no one could take it off if he was unconscious. They’d get a nice little shock if they tried. His identity would be safe even if someone stumbled upon his injured body… or corpse.

Jason managed to roll onto his back and was met with the smoggy Gotham sky.

“Get the fuck up,” he told himself aloud.

He blinked, trying to straighten and clear his vision.

But it was useless.

The last thing Jason remember seeing was the Bat signal reflecting off of the cloudy sky. Somewhere in the city, there was more crime to fight and he’d just be another asshole who thought he could put a stop to it.

Dying didn’t scare Jason anymore. He’d done it once before, and he could do it again. What did it matter now anyway?

But Jason didn’t die.

He woke up on a couch. Well, if one could even call it that. His 6’4 frame could barely fit on the thing. His legs were hanging off the end, not able to comfortably fit on the thing.

His head felt like it was having the worse hangover of his life. When he opened his eyes, he blinked at the incoming sunlight. Then he realized he wasn’t looking through the programming of his Red Hood helmet.

Then he touched his face to realize that his backup domino mask had also been removed, leaving his identity exposed. 

His eyes widened in slight panic as he looked around.

He appeared to be a in a small apartment – normal, no threats detected.

Then Jason looked down to realize he wasn’t in his uniform. In fact, his chest was bare and he was only in his black briefs. His autopsy scars on full display.

But just half a foot away from him, his clothes were neatly folded into a pile on the edge of the coffee table. His two guns were sitting right next to them.

Whoever had brought him here clearly didn’t see him as a threat. Stupid on their part. There were about two dozen other weapons hiding in the crevices of his clothes too.

But the more concerning thing was that Jason didn’t have a single wound on his body. The giant gash to his side that had made him faint and nearly die from blood loss was nowhere to be found. After all these years, Jason was still figuring out the side effects from being dumped into the Lazarus pit. But this couldn’t be related, could it?

Suddenly there was the sound of the apartment door opening.

On instinct alone, Jason shot up, grabbed one of his guns, and found his target.

What he wasn’t expecting to find was a beautiful woman, probably only just a little bit younger than him, standing with a coffees in a carrier tray and a bag in the other hand. She had earbuds in, further disorienting her from such a welcome. Her eyes went wide and the rest of her body was completely frozen.

After a few seconds, she slowly tugged her headphones out.

“Is the gun really necessary?” She asked.

But Jason could tell from her body language that she was scared.

“Who the hell are you?”

She had enough courage to glare at his tone. “I’m the person who saved your life, asshole.”

“Yeah? And how exactly did you do that?”

She seemed to be getting less scared and more angry with every sentence Jason said.

“If you put the fucking gun down, I’ll tell you.”

Jason hesitated before finally putting it down. Then his behavior caught up to him. Here was this stranger, who was clearly innocent and had helped him…and his first thought was to point a gun at the poor thing.

“Sorry,” he finally gasped. “It’s…a habit.”

She just eyed him, neither rejecting or accepting his apology.

She sat on the love seat opposite of the couch that he’d taken over.

With an innocent look, she slowly put a coffee cup on the table and the bag.

“I’m not much of a cook… so I picked up breakfast. It’s just a black coffee. I figured you didn’t like anything fancy.” 

“T-Thank you,” he stuttered out, trying his best not to sound harsh.

Those words were strange coming out of his mouth. And Jason couldn’t figure out if it was because he’d completely lost his manners or there wasn’t anything someone had done for him lately that warranted any sort of thanks.

“I’m sorry about taking off your clothes,” she suddenly said. “I would’ve given you something. But…well…I don’t have anything even close to your size. Even my oversized clothing wouldn’t have fit.”

Jason was about to tell her it was OK, but she continued.

“Not that I would’ve even been able to put it on you. I hardly got your clothes off.”

Jason smirked at that. “Speaking of which, how the hell did you get my helmet off.”

“Yeah…I managed to get you to come to for a minute or so.” Then she shifted in her seat, clutching her coffee tighter as if it was a security blanket. “I honestly just asked you very nicely. I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone what you looked like. You were kind of just…a zombie or something and…took it off.”

Then he took her stature in. Jason knew he was a big guy. He was bigger than the majority of men. He’d only met a few women in his life that were taller than him, and they were all either Amazons or aliens.

This young woman was neither of those things.

“How did you get me off that roof?”

She laughed, seeing that he was trying to add it up in his head. “I’m definitely no Superman. My neighbor doesn’t have any other hobbies besides going to the gym. He owed me a favor.” Then her eyes widened. “Don’t worry, he didn’t see you without your helmet. He’s also sworn to secrecy.”

Jason shrugged. “It’s fine if he did. I can just kill him later.”

He saw her whole body tense up at that.

“Relax. I’m kidding.”

Her tension was released, but she didn’t find his joke very funny.

Then her eyes locked to the floor.

Jason took this chance to study her. 

Her hair was a bit of a mess. But there was still a halo around it as the sun shined from behind her. Her jeans were a bit baggy, but purposely so. She was wearing a band t-shirt that was so worn that there were a few holes in it.

Jason had to acknowledge that she was beautiful. But he had made note of that as soon as he’d pointed a gun at her.

“I ended last night with a life-threatening injury…amongst other things,” Jason said as he looked down at his body. “I woke up with not even a scratch on me. So why don’t you tell me how the hell that’s possible?”

She finally raised her gaze from the floor to him. Then she swallowed and clenched her jaw. It was clear she had been hoping for a scenario where Jason didn’t ask any questions, where he would just give his thanks and move on.

But she wasn’t that lucky. 

“Hey,” he said gently. “You’ve seen my face. You know who I am now. Whatever it is you’re scared to tell me, we’ll be even.”

She stared at him a bit longer before taking in a shaky breath. “I…umm…can do this thing.”

“Uh huh,” he encouraged.

“I can heal people by…umm…touching them?”

Jason sat back, letting the information settle. “Huh,” he said with small nod.

“I saved your life,” she told him. “All I ask in return is that you keep my secret.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” he told her.

She nodded nervously, but didn’t seem fully convinced.

“What’s your name?” He asked her softly.

She looked unsure if she should tell him.

“I’m Jason. Jason Todd.” He offered to even the playing field.

She tilted her head, probably because she heard that name before. Everyone in Gotham had at some point. The tragic death of Bruce Wayne’s second adopted son. And then the dead son who had somehow come back, his death misidentified. There were hundreds of rumors about what really happened. But they all sounded ridiculous to her.

“Y/N,” she finally told him.

“Thank you for saving my life, Y/N.” He scratched the back of his neck. “But I have to ask why you did.”

After all, the neighborhood she lived in was weary of Gotham’s vigilantes. Some believed they were keeping them safe, while others thought they were just making things worse. It led to a general distrust of the masked heroes.

“They say the Red Hood used to be Robin,” she told him quietly.

“I don’t pay attention to what people say…”

Y/N leaned forward. “But is it true? Were you Robin back then?”

Jason ground his teeth together. “That was a lifetime ago.”

She watched him for a minute, working out whether she wanted to share something or not. 

“When I was a little girl, I was at the bank with my mom when a robbery went down. Things went bad and quick. They panicked, decided a little girl was the best hostage to grab. We barely got a few blocks away before Batman intervened. I was terrified, even of him. But Robin was with him…and he could tell I was scared. He wasn’t that much older than me, but he was so much braver. He held my hand until the police came. But even then I wouldn’t let go of him. So, he stayed with me until my mom got there.” She took in a deep and shaky breath. “It meant a lot to me.”

Jason controlled his expression, but he knew what she was talking about. He remembered that night. How he did was beyond him. But it didn’t feel long ago. He remembered thinking the little girl was pretty. 

Jason didn’t have a lot of friends back then. He came from the streets but lived in a mansion. He couldn’t figure out who he was back then. And it was hard to relate to other children. 

Back then, it was the most intimate interaction he had with someone his age. 

“Would you still have saved me last night even if I hadn’t been Robin?” 

This was all Y/N would get in terms of Jason admitting that he had been Robin that night.

Y/N shrugged and nodded. Then she cleared her throat. “The only thing saving this shit hole of a city is people doing the right thing.”

Jason stood.

The motion startled Y/N and she followed his action without even meaning to.

Now that he was standing on his own two feet, she truly understood just how absolutely massive he was. She was by no means short and she still felt like she was looking at a giant.

However, Jason misread her gawking for something else. “You don’t have to be scared of me, kid. I’m not going to hurt you,” he told her quietly.

“I’m not scared of you,” she said as her face suddenly felt hot.

Y/N didn’t know what she had expected to see under that red helmet last night. But she definitely wasn’t expecting a man handsome enough to be a model.

But then her brow scrunched, “And I’m not a kid.” Jason smiled – like, genuinely smiled. The muscles on his face forgot what that felt like.

He eyed the band t-shirt she was wearing: Fleetwood Mac – the Rumors album, to be precise.

“You’ve got good taste in music,” Jason complimented.

“Thank you,” Y/N mumbled.

A new tension filled the air.

Something neither of them have felt in awhile – if at all.

Y/N cleared her throat again, starting to feel too close to this large and beautiful man who was only standing in his briefs.

“You can use the shower if you want.”

Jason smirked. “Thanks, but I should get out of your hair. You’ve already done enough for me.”

He took a step toward her, realizing that he seemed to like seeing her reaction to his presence.

She stayed in place, but shifted her weight.

Jason lowered his head a bit. “Your secret is safe with me, Y/N. Thank you again…you saved my life.”

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Y/N and Jason couldn’t stop thinking about one another since that morning.

Jason had trust issues. And because of those trust issues, he learned not to rely on others. He refused to be anything besides independent. But those flaws were also the reason it was so hard for him to get close to anyone. He kept people at a distance so he could never be rejected or get his heart broken. It was problematic, but that was how he survived.

But Y/N had shown him kindness and then expected absolutely nothing in return. She just hoped he wouldn’t shoot her brains out when he finally came to.

Meanwhile, Y/N couldn’t remember the last time a man looked at her the way Jason had. Just thinking about the looks he gave her caused goosebumps to shiver across her skin. She’d seen the scars across his skin and knew he’d lived a rough life. And that wasn’t even including the scars his mind and heart held. She wondered who was the last person to help him or to just show him that they cared whether he lived or died.

It had been a few weeks and Y/N still couldn’t get Jason Todd out of her mind. Even now, as she sat on the rooftop of her building once again, eating a pizza she’d just picked up and washing it down with cheap red wine.

She almost spilled said wine all over herself when she jumped from the sound of someone dropping onto the roof from behind her.

Y/N whipped around to see Red Hood walking steadily toward her.

“Sorry. I tried to be loud so I wouldn’t scare you.” His voice sounded different from the helmet distorting it.

“Well, most people use doors and stairs…so I think the effort is pretty useless.”

Jason ignored her joke and pulled out a thick envelope that had been tucked on the inside of his leather jacket. 

He handed it to her.

Y/N was confused, but took it from his grasp anyway.

She opened it to find two tickets to see Fleetwood Mac on their reunion tour at Gotham City Stadium.

Her gaze shot up to Jason’s and then she did a double take at the tickets, making sure she wasn’t seeing things.

“How - What - Why?” She finally sputtered out the right question.

Jason just shrugged. “I owed you.”

“T-This is too much. I can’t accept this. These tickets must’ve cost a fortune,” she told him as she tried to hand the envelop back to him.

But he wasn’t having it and simply shook his head.

Y/N knew they cost a fortune because she had looked up tickets. Her heart had broken when she saw how far out of her budget the lowest prices were.

“Take them, Y/N. Please.”

She knew there was no point in arguing.

But she slowly looked up at him. “Would…ummm… Would you like to go with me?”

Jason blinked at the offer. “Seriously?”

Y/N laughed at his surprise. “Yeah, I mean, clearly you’re a fan, too.” Then she shrugged, now self conscious that she’d been too forward. “I don’t know. When was the last time you did something fun?”

Jason was shocked at how right she was.

“Oh, my God!” Y/N suddenly yelped.

Jason immediately jumped into action, grabbing both of his guns and stepping to Y/N in a protective stance.

“Jason, you’re bleeding!” She cried out, not realizing that he had just used his body as a human shield for her to defend an attack that wasn’t even happening.

He relaxed and followed her gaze to his forearm – the small patch of skin between his gloves and the rolled up sleeve of his leather jacket. He had been sliced by a knife. He probably needed to clean it before it got infected and stitch it up. 

“Y/N, it’s just a scratch.”

“Shut up,” she snapped. “Come here.”

Then he let her dragged him to the two fold-out chairs she kept on the roof.

Jason realized suddenly that he didn’t mind being bossed around by this woman. In fact, he kind of enjoyed it.

Without asking for permission, Y/N put her palm over his cut.

Jason watched as he felt a comforting warmth wash over the area of skin that she was touching. Within seconds, his cut was completely gone.

Y/N gave it a satisfied smile. No matter how many injuries she healed, the pride and relief never went away.

“You’re fucking amazing, you know that?” Jason was relieved his helmet hid the dumbstruck look that was surely on his face. 

Y/N didn’t seem to take the compliment very well and slightly folded into herself.

“So, will you?” She changed the subject quickly.

“Will I what?” But as Jason asked for clarification, he knew that he’d probably do anything Y/N would ask of him.

“Will you go to the concert with me?”

He nodded.

The nonverbal answer was enough for Y/N because she gave him a beaming smile.

In that moment, Jason wondered how he could ever push Y/N away like he had done with everyone else in his life. 

And for once, he allowed himself to feel happy.

Maybe he could keep letting himself be happy, as long as it included Y/N. 

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Really, really loving writing for Jason Todd. I was a little exhausted with Marvel fandom.  Let me know what you think!

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Ahhh I love your Yandere Erasermic x reader so much! It gives me so much joy the way you portray them accurately! Can I request them with their clumsy darling? Like, she's disaster prone, gets bruises all the time, dropping things, etc. Like their reactions and how they handle it. Thank you so so so much and I can't wait to see your blog grow even more :3

Yandere Erasermic x clumsy reader

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Yandere Erasermic:

Your clumsiness is one of the many things that drew them to you. It's what really pulled them in. Always dropping and tripping on your own feet. You were so graceless, like a little kitten who doesn't know her way around things.

Seeing you like this was only amusing at first. When you started to get hurt, that's when they started getting worried. Your arms and knees were always littered in bruises. There were even a few scars that never healed. They couldn't help but worry if someday you'll get seriously injured.

They actually started losing sleep over you because they couldn't help but wonder if their little kitten was alright. So they took you in the middle of the night and brought you to your new home.

You were super scared of them at first, but eventually warmed up to them when they started taking care of you. They were so soft. Always so gentle with you. When you think you're going to slip and fall, Aizawa's scarf wraps around you and pulls you to his chest. Hizashi is always there to bandage your wounds and kiss your tears away. You had truly fallen for both of them.

You wanted to repay them in some way since they take such good care of you. You decided to make dinner for them, a nice date night at home. You had cooked up everything by the time they came home. You kissed their cheeks as you greeted them and once Aizawa was done checking you for new bruises, you told them to wash up and dinner will be served soon. As they went to their room to clean up, you started setting up dinner. Everything was going so well until you tripped and dropped the big bowl of soup. The heroes came rushing in and looked at the mess you had made. Hizashi and Aizawa started to clean up the mess quietly, but as you went to pick up the shards of the glass bowl, Aizawa suddenly pushed you back. "Stay back."he said. "Let me help you-"you said as you moved to pick the shards up again but Aizawa yelled again "STAY BACK! You're only going to cause more trouble." His voice coming out harsher than he intended it to be, causing you to flinch back. Your face flashed hurt but you just walked back to your room, holding back the tears until you layed down on your bed. Why was he so mad? Its not like I could help it. You thought to yourself as you started sniffling, your head pounding. You only wanted to do something nice for them but you had to ruin it.

While you were inside, wallowing in your sadness, Hizashi was out scolding Aizawa. "Why did you have to yell?" "I only told her to get away from the glass. She was going to hurt herself picking those up." Aizawa explained, not understanding why his partner was so mad at him. "Okay but WHY DID YOU HAVE TO YELL?! You could've just told her that you didn't want her to hurt herself!"Hizashi told him. "That's what I meant-"but Hizashi cuts him of, "but the way you said it felt like she did it on purpose. That she's a burden on us. When it was us who had brought her here. And now she's inside crying her little heart out, when she prpbably spent the whole day making us dinner!" Aizawa hadn't realised the impact his words had made on you until his husband said it. He quickly made his way towards the bedroom and just as he was about to open the door, he heard your muffled heartbreaking sobs.

Aizawa turned the knob and entered the room. Hearing him come in, you quickly wiped your tears away. Aizawa climbed onto the bed and peaked at your face. Your eyes were all red and puffy, your face flush and your lips wobbly. Your lashes were still heavy with tears and your nose red. If Aizawa wasn't feeling guilty before, he definitely was now. He isn't supposed to make you cry; he and Hizashi should be the reason for all your smiles.

Aizawa raised his hand and caressed your cheek. "Kitten... baby. I'm so sorry." You sniffled. He gently turned you towards him. Looking at Aizawa, your eyes started tearing up again. "I- I didn't mean for it to happen. I just wanted to-" you hiccuped, "just wanted to do something good for you guys." And with that, you started crying again. Aizawa felt like someone had pulled his heart out his chest and was crushed it. He quickly pulled you on his chest, pushing your head in to the crook of his neck as he started rubbing your back in a soothing manner. "Sshh kitten. Its not your fault. I'm sorry for yelling at you... I only wanted you to back away from the glass because I didn't want you to accidentally hurt yourself. I am so sorry." Aizawa said as he kissed the temple of your head. "Please forgive me, angel?" Your sobs had died down. You lifted your head from his neck and looked at him. Even after crying, you looked breathtaking. "Okay...but only if you stay at home tomorrow and cuddle me."you said softly. Aizawa smiled as he leaned to kiss your velvety lips. "Done, kitten"he whispered as he nuzzled his nose with yours, causing you to giggle.

"A cuddle party without me?!"Hizashi feigned hurt as he came in the room. "No no. You can join us-"but you were cut off by Hizashi jumping on the bed and cuddling your back. He started placing kisses all over your face causing you to laugh out.

Hizashi and Aizawa looked at you with such adoration.

You really are their entire world.

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