'i knew he could do it'

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You know what the worst part about being born over a hundred years ago is? I miss all the friends I used to hang out with. Before the war started, I used to always visit my friend Kuzon. The two of us, we’d get in and out of so much trouble together. He was one of the best friends I ever had—and he was from the Fire Nation, just like you. If we knew each other back then, do you think we could have been friends, too?

BTS replaced you. - pt.END

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“You guys have no idea how hurt she is that you basically threw her to the curb and left her like that.” I looked at all seven of the men who stood before me after Y/N had ran to her room and closed the door behind her.

“Why are you interfering? What did you say to her to get her to hate us like this?” Jungkook stood before me, squaring up as if he was ready to throw a punch. But I took a step back.

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The Game (Ethan Dolan)

part four

part one, part two, part three

Inspiration: Eyes Closed by Halsey

(this is really important to the part, some lyrics will be in italics)

Warning: If you are triggered easily, please don’t read.

Originally posted by dolansdolansdolans

Originally posted by danglydolan

I felt my heart racing. Grayson was about to kiss me. I could feel his breath hitting my face as he got closer to me. His lips were practically on mine.

“Grayson wait.” I said putting my hands on his chest.

Grayson pulled away rubbing his neck awkwardly.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have..” Grayson started but I quickly cut him off.

“No, G don’t apologize. I just need time to think about all of this.” I said crossing my arms over my chest.

“I don’t mind waiting.” Grayson said pulling me in to another hug.

I really didn’t deserve him.

“call me later okay?” Grayson asked.

“I will.” I said giving him a half smile.

Grayson walked out of my apartment leaving me alone with my thoughts. As soon as I closed the door I let it out. I grabbed the nearest pillow screaming as loud as I could. Grayson really did know everything about me. He’s seen all my quirks and he’s been with me on the worst days and he still says he’s in love with me? Grayson was perfect for me, I knew that. Why couldn’t I stop thinking about Ethan though? I walked over re-reading some of his previous messages.

Ethan: please just meet me somewhere so we can talk?

Ethan: I’m begging you.

Ethan: I know you hate me but just give me a chance.

Ethan: I don’t want to lose you.

Ethan: I will do anything for you to please just talk to me.

Ethan: I’ve called 32 times and this is the 9th message I have sent you, I didn’t expect you to answer.

I don’t know why but I messaged him back.

: I don’t know why I’m agreeing to this but fine, we can meet so you can try to talk yourself out of this.

I stared at my phone waiting for Ethan to text back. I must have sat there for an hour just staring and waiting. Finally my phone dinged with a message from him.

Ethan: It’s cool, I have nothing to say.

I stared at his message, angry tears streaming down my face. He was begging me to talk to him and now he has nothing to say?

: are you serious right now Ethan? You were the one begging to talk to me and now you have nothing to say?

: you said you were sorry, but apologies mean nothing if you keep doing what you’re sorry for.

: I wish I could go back to the day I met you and just walk away. Because honestly, it would’ve saved me so much hurt and pain.

I held myself together as I cried on the couch. I hated him. I hated him so much. I hated him because I have to wonder why I wasn’t enough. I hated him because I still repeat the things he said to me in my head. I hated him because he learned my secrets, my scars, my bruises, my flaws, and then he left. I hated him because he knew I was fragile and dropped me anyways. I hated him because while I was full of love, he was simply full of shit. Above everything, I hated how I didn’t hate him, not even a little bit, not even at all.

“Grayson, can you come over?” I said into the phone.

“I was really hoping you would call, I’ll be right over.” Grayson said.

“see you soon.” I said hanging up.

I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t want to lead Grayson on, but I needed to fill this black hole that Ethan left. I needed to feel something, anything. In just a short amount of time there was a knock on my door. I opened the door to see Grayson standing there with a single rose.

“I’m glad you called.” Grayson said smiling.

I gave him a forced smile stepping aside so he could come in. Grayson walked over putting the flower in a cup of water. I stood there staring at him.

“what do you want to do?” Grayson asked putting the cup with the flower on my window sill.

“Grayson, kiss me.” I said.

Grayson turned around giving me a look. He obeyed though, making quick strides to where I was standing. He cupped my cheek with his large hand before crashing his lips on mine. I kissed him back making him smile in to the kiss. I feel bad, but I didn’t feel the same kissing Grayson as I did kissing Ethan. Grayson pulled away from the kiss smiling down at me.

“you are so beautiful. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that.” He said kissing my nose.

I didn’t say anything, just hugged him.

“let’s watch a movie.” Grayson said pulling me over to the couch.

I slowly nodded my head. Grayson picked out a movie and sat down on the couch cuddling me to his chest. I looked up at Grayson. He looked like Ethan but their features were so different at the same time. He stared at the screen with a smile on his face. I felt horrible for doing this to Grayson.

“the movie is on the screen babe not on my face.” Grayson said looking at me.

babe didn’t sound the same coming out of his mouth.

“sorry.” I said turning towards the television.

“I was only joking, I think it’s cute that you’re staring at me.

I disgusted myself. I looked at him but all I saw was Ethan.

now if I keep my eyes closed he looks just like you

now if I keep my eyes closed he feels just like you

Grayson turned off the movie halfway through.

"you know we need to talk about all of this right?” He said turning to face me.

He was immediately alerted as he saw the tears falling down my cheeks.

“talk to me.” Grayson said wiping a tear from my cheek.

I hated myself. I had an opportunity here with Grayson but I couldn’t think about anything other then what I lost with Ethan.

would’ve gave it all for you, cared for you.

so tell me where I went wrong.

would’ve traded it all for you, been there for you.

so tell me how to move on.

“I hate myself Grayson.” I said through the sobs that racked my body.

Grayson pulled me in to a tight hug as I sobbed.

“why do you hate yourself?” Grayson asked stroking a hand through my hair.

he don’t realize that I’m thinking about you.

It’s nothing new, it’s nothing new.

“I hate myself so much.” I sobbed.

Grayson slowly pulled away from me standing up.

“you love him don’t you.” Grayson said a single tear slipping out of his eye.

“I don’t want to love him Grayson, I really don’t.” I said standing up to face Grayson.

“but you do, tell me the damn truth, you at least owe me that much.” Grayson said balling his fists.

“Grayson, I love him.” I whispered.

Grayson was silent.

“wow, you’re even more stupid than I thought.” Grayson said walking away.

ouch, that hurt.

“G please, I don’t want to lose you.” I said running after him.

Grayson turned around and I saw just how bad I hurt him. He had tears forming in his brown orbs.

“well you should of thought about that before you lied to me, before you let me make a fool of myself.” Grayson said shaking his head at me.

“G please don’t do this.” I said trying everything I could to save this friendship.

“maybe you and Ethan deserve each other, cause you’re both incredibly selfish.” Grayson said turning away from me.

“G please you’re all I have left.” I begged.

He stopped in his tracks.

“not anymore, let me know when you stop obsessing over someone who doesn’t even love you.” Grayson said walking out and slamming the door.

I broke down on the floor sobbing. I had no one to blame but myself. I chose to take part in Ethan’s little game. I chose to continue it letting myself fall for his act. I chose to pour my heart out to Ethan and now I was just empty. I walked over to the couch dialing his number. He didn’t answer, I didn’t expect him too.

“Grayson hates me now, but I don’t blame him cause right now I kind of hate me too. I know that you’re no good for me, but it’s worse without you, even when I try not to want you I end up needing you. You’re my favorite joy yet my endless pain. I tried to hate you but the only thing I hate is how much I love you. I acted like it wasn’t a big deal but you ruined me, and now I don’t see a point in trying to put myself back together. You left without a goodbye so here is mine.” I said hanging up the phone.

ETHAN POINT OF VIEW

It’s just too late. she doesn’t need you anymore. and she no longer misses you. and it’s all because you didn’t make her a priority. you took for granted that she would be there, waiting for you to serve her the scraps of your time. It’s funny actually while she waited for you to realize what you had, she finally realized that she didn’t need what you were offering. I heard the door to our apartment open making me aware. I saw Grayson walking in. He looked up noticing me standing there. He was staring at the bruises he left on my face. I glared at him, not because I was angry at him, but because I couldn’t be him. He walked past me bumping me in the shoulder.

“you probably should put some ice on your face.” He said walking in to his room slamming the door shut.

I went back to my room punching the punching bag as hard as I could. I just sat there punching the bag until my knuckles were bruised and bloody. I took a break taking a long drink of water. I hated feeling this way, this was simply why I didn’t feel. I picked up my phone which was flashing signifying I had a message. I opened it not expecting it to be her.

Y/N: I don’t know why I’m agreeing to this but fine, we can meet so you can try to talk yourself out of this.

I was going to tell her I loved her. I couldn’t say it now, not after what I saw happening between her and Grayson.

: It’s cool, I have nothing to say.

that wasn’t true. I had a lot to say but I was too scared to say any of it. She quickly replied to me.

Y/N: are you serious right now Ethan? You were the one begging to talk to me and now you have nothing to say?

Y/N: you said you were sorry, but apologies mean nothing if you keep doing what you’re sorry for.

Y/N: I wish I could go back to the day I met you and just walk away. Because honestly, it would’ve saved me so much hurt and pain.

I couldn’t reply. I heard the apartment door open and slam shut again. Grayson was going to comfort her no doubt, but I can’t help thinking how much that should be me. I know I messed up, I have nobody to blame but myself. I chose to start this knowing very well I had a girlfriend. I chose to continue to fall in love with her. I chose to kiss Allison the night of the party. I have no one to blame but myself. I walked over the punching bag releasing my anger on it. I didn’t care that my hands were bruised, bloodied, and swollen. Grayson wasn’t the only one with pent up anger.

“fuck!” I screamed punching the bag harder.

I ran a hand through my hair collapsing on the floor. I didn’t want to hurt anymore. I didn’t want to feel anymore. I didn’t know how long I sat there trying to turn off the feelings.

“ETHAN!” Grayson’s voice rang throughout our apartment.

I walked out of my room seeing Grayson with angry tears coming from his eyes.

“you just have to keep ruining everything, you ruin things without even trying.” He said balling his fists.

“what are you talking about?” I asked confused.

“I’m better for her, I’m what she needs, but her dumbass is still in love with you.” Grayson growled.

“wait really?” I asked more hopeful than I was trying to be.

“you’re ridiculous you know you’re no good for her.” Grayson said getting in my face.

“and you just can’t fathom the fact that she doesn’t want you.” I said getting back in his face.

Grayson raised his fist ready to punch me but this time I punched him. He fell backwards clenching his nose from how hard I hit him.

“you just can’t fathom that I screwed up but she still wants me. you know Grayson you aren’t as perfect as you think you are underneath it all you’re flawed just like I am.” I said walking away leaving Grayson alone.

I walked in to my room clenching my hand which was now hurting. I saw my phone blinking in the corner. I walked over grabbing it seeing I had one missed call and a voicemail from Y/N. I listened to her voice come through my speakers, she sounded broken.

“Grayson hates me now, but I don’t blame him cause right now I kind of hate me too. I know that you’re no good for me, but it’s worse without you, even when I try not to want you I end up needing you. You’re my favorite joy yet my endless pain. I tried to hate you but the only thing I hate is how much I love you. I acted like it wasn’t a big deal but you ruined me, and now I don’t see a point in trying to put myself back together. You left without a goodbye so here is mine. Goodbye Ethan.”

the last sentence got me immediately alarmed. I ran out of my room straight in to Grayson’s.

“what the hell do you want?” He growled wiping his bloody.

“I think Y/N is going to hurt herself.” I said feeling tears fall from my eyes.

Grayson quickly dropped his phone giving me a shocked look.

“what the hell are we waiting for then.” Grayson said pushing past me.

Grayson and I ran out to the car. Grayson drove because I was shaking too much. I dialed her number but it went straight to voicemail.

“come on babe please answer.” I begged in to the phone.

I couldn’t lose her, not before I got to say how I really felt.

uh so yeah I’m just going to leave you all here for now, enjoy!

bing-iplier  asked:

in adwm, do u think dark didn't recognize us bc we got a new body?? here me out: we knew who were were shooting when we shot mark. the only reason we didn't shoot dark was so that we could go WWE on his edgy ass and full force body slam him

me personally, i think he does recognize us. because when we first see greet him in adwm, he says, “did you miss me? i missed you very much. i’ve waiting a long time to see you again.” implying that we’ve met him once before, while also implying that it’s been so long since we’ve seen him.

wkm is supposed to take place, i believe mark said, around the 1920s/1930s-ish era. so yeah, it’s been a fuckin long time since we’ve seen him, and he hasn’t aged a day 

“Jealousy”

A/N: This is set in modern day so don’t be confused when it says something about them talking out their phones.

Pairing: Richie x Eddie

Description: Richie is jealous because some guy is flirting with Eddie.

Warning: None really just some cursing, and making out. They are aged up so don’t flip out.

Word count: 1509


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anonymous asked:

SneAKkk Peakkkk YAssssas!!!!!

so i’ve been kinda on the low low about this buuttttt i’m doing a photography!harry piece and here is said sneak peek:

“Anyway, I’m doing, like, a modern recreation of renaissance art. And, I really really really need your help.”

She squinted her eyes at him. There had to be something he wasn’t telling her. She was more than certain that he could convince any other girl to model for him. She knew at least three girls who had a legitimate crush on him, five girls who wanted to get in his pants, and really any living creature could be charmed into doing it once he batted his eyes in their direction. The dude was beautiful. “What aren’t you telling me, Styles?”

He winced at the question before blowing raspberries into the air. “Are you… familiar with… The Birth of Venus and Venus of Urbino?”

“Of course I am,” she responded immediately. When he didn’t say anything, she thought back over what he just asked her until the gears in her brain were fully turning. Her eyes widened. “You want me to pose nude?” she whisper shouted.

Fizzy Drinks

I felt like writing something, but I wasn’t feeling inspired to work on any of my WIPs. I asked @aloemilk for a prompt and she gave me “theatre”. Here’s a bit of Sunday evening fluff!

~*~

It had been Hermione’s dad’s idea, which was unexpected.

It had taken The Grangers a few weeks, several heated arguments, and even more tears to accept what Hermione had done to protect them, but they’d finally made their peace with it and resolved to rebuild their family.

However, the one thing that still seemed to be a point of unease was the fact that Ron and Hermione were dating. Of course, given that Ron had made the trip to Australia, and how much of a support he’d been to Hermione, they had quickly put the pieces together, prompting the young couple to confirm that they were officially together.

Her mum was pleased with the development, but her dad had remained eerily quiet on the matter. Ron had felt, more than once, that the older man was sizing him up. Not that Ron blamed him—he hadn’t really been able to clearly articulate to them how much he loved their daughter.

Little did he know that it was obvious to her parents, especially after Hermione had explained their goings on during the past year.

They’d cried during those heart-wrenching moments at Malfoy Manor, hugging Hermione tightly as she recalled the intense pain she’d endured and how Ron’s screams fueled her hope and allowed her to keep fighting. Mrs. Granger had even hugged Ron after that, thanking him profusely for saving their only child.

All of this flew through his mind when her mother piped up during dinner one mid-June evening in Sydney, asking Hermione about their first date.

“Honestly, Mum, between everything at the end of the war, the… the funerals, and then coming here to find you, well… we haven’t really gone on a date.”

Her parents were surprised, seeing how that was usually the first step in establishing a proper romantic relationship.

Ron gulped, not wanting to seem like a disappointment. He badly wanted to take Hermione on a date, hundreds of them, really. It was something he’d been dreaming about for years, if he was honest with himself. Hermione was right, as usual. Between the weight of everything they’d done since Harry beat Voldemort, their moments together had been filled with grief and support. Yet he still worried; he wanted so badly to make a good impression.

An awkward silence descended on the group.

“The theatre,” Mr. Granger suddenly blurted out. “You should go to the theatre. That’s where I took your mum on one of our first dates. Hamlet, wasn’t it, dear?”

Her mum nodded and smiled, a faraway look on her face.

Ron paled. He remembered Bill talking about the theatre once when he was taking Muggle Studies. A bunch of poncy gits dressing up, acting out a story, and speaking a bunch of nonsense. It sounded ridiculous. He was also aware that it could be rather pricey, and his funds were rather limited. Of course, he knew well enough not to say anything out loud.

Hermione spoke up, after noticing the subtle change on Ron’s face. “Thanks for the suggestion, Dad. I think maybe the cinema would be a better option for Ron and I.”

Blimey, he loved this woman.

Ron nodded excitedly. “I’ve heard a bit about the cinema from Hermione and some of the other Muggleborns at school. It sounds brilliant. But…”

“But what, Ron?”

“I… I wanted to do this properly.” His ears flared red as he focused on his girlfriend. “Hermione, would you go out with me?”

Ron heard Mrs. Granger sigh, and Hermione beamed. “I’d love to.”

Ron even chanced a glance over to Mr. Granger, who had an odd look on his face. Making eye contact, he gave Ron a genuine smile and a slight nod, approving of his actions.

After finishing up their dinner, Ron looked up at the clock. He had no idea what time the cinema closed.

“Well, I guess we’d better get going then.”

“Ron!” Hermione screeched. “I have to get ready first! My hair is a mess, I need to change…”

Ron’s confusion was evident. “Why? You look beautiful.”

Hermione blushed. “Well, I’m glad you think so, but this is our first official date and I want to look… you know… special. Mum, will you help me pick something out?”

“Of course, dear.”

Mrs. Granger’s eyes were shining as the two women dashed up the stairs of the small house, talking non-stop and giggling, leaving the two men watching in awe.

Mr. Granger clapped Ron on the shoulder. “These women, eh?”

Ron nodded, suddenly dreading being left alone with Mr. Granger.

“Now, Ron, I’m sure I don’t have to tell you this—seeing how we let you two share a room here—but if I hear a single word about you not treating my daughter with the utmost respect, I won’t be very happy.”

“Of course, sir. Besides, Hermione would probably hex my bollocks off if I did anything she didn’t want to do.” Ron’s eyes widened, mortified at using such crass language.

Mr. Granger snorted. “I’m sure you’re right, son.”

A silent understanding seemed to take place between the two men, both of whom loved the bushy-haired witch upstairs. After an awkward moment, Hermione’s dad spoke up again.

“So, you’ve never been to the cinema before?”

“No. From what I understand, it sounds like a bunch of people sitting in a dark room, watching a giant television.”

“Well, I suppose that’s an apt description of it. But it’s more about the experience of enjoying something together. Not only that, but between the big screen, the sound, and the treats, it’s quite fun.”

Ron perked up. “Treats? What kinds of treats?”

Mr. Granger smiled, knowing of Ron’s penchant for sweets—much to his professional disapproval. “Yes, there are a number of things we typically eat at the cinema, including popcorn, candy, and,” he visibly cringed, “fizzy drinks.”

“Fizzy drinks? Sounds interesting.” Ron realized anything that made Mr. Granger look so disgusted was probably full of sugar and, and most likely delicious. He couldn’t wait to try it.

Mr. Granger chuckled to himself. “One time, when Jean and I were dating, we went to the cinema and I accidentally spilled a drink all over her dress, halfway through the film. She was furious, so we missed the rest of the show and I took her home. Luckily, she still wanted to see me, and we laughed about it a few days later. It’s a good thing too, because I was already quite taken with her.”

Ron let out a laugh. “Magic certainly would have been useful there!”

As they came down the stairs, Mrs. Granger and Hermione was stunned to see the two men laughing jovially.

Ron caught Hermione’s eye, and sucked in a breath. “Blimey. You look incredible!”

She’d pinned up her hair, and had changed outfits, opting for a black knee-length skirt, warm stockings, a dark blue jumper, and a denim jacket.

She touched her hair self-consciously, as Ron continued to stare. “It’s nothing, really.”

“Looks like I’m not the only who’s quite taken,” joked Mr. Granger.

Ron watched as Hermione approached, holding out her hand. He took it and stood up, pulling her into a hug and gently kissing the top of her head.

“Ready to go?”

He nodded, nerves suddenly exploding throughout his body. He was going on an actual date with Hermione, something that a few weeks ago seemed like an impossibility.

“I promise I won’t spill a drink on you.”

She looked up at him strangely, not understanding why her parents burst out laughing “I hope not.”

Everything Will Be Alright

I refuse to write about RL people but here is a drabble cause it seems like y’all need it so I’m using Betty and Jughead’s name. 

“Babe, are you ready to do this?” Jughead asked smoothing out his suit. 

Betty squeezed her clutch nervously. “I don’t know if I’m going to be able to stand the haters.” She admitted. “There’s so much hate already.”  

“Let them come at us, as long as we love each other nothing else matters.” He said with a squeeze of her hand. 

“They don’t know you’re coming tonight, once we step out there is no going back. It’s going to be a madhouse. I can barely handle the way people comb through out relationship now.” She said admiring her sheer emerald coloured dress. “What’s it going to be like after?” 

“Do you trust me?” Jughead asked her. 

Betty searched his green eyes. She couldn’t believe she was so lucky to have met him on the set of their show, Meadowfield, two years ago. It may not have been love at first sight but it certainly felt that way to her. He was so handsome, caring, supportive and had taken her on more adventures than any one person could have hoped to have. How could she not trust him? 

“Of course I do.” She smiled at him, leaning over to give him a kiss as the limo came to a stop. 

“Well then come on kid, lets put on a show.” He grinned stepping out of the car, holding out his hand to her. 

She stepped out and the sound was deafening as people screamed and lenses snapped. 

She felt overwhelmed and took a deep breath looking over at him, his arm securely around her waist and a look of adoration on his face. She knew in that moment that no matter what happened, everything would be alright. 

anonymous asked:

I'm mad at him too... Especially since it didn't stop at kissing and he was ready to take it further.

Rather than just being “mad” at him though, I’m more concerned with how we got to this point - and how the writers ever thought that was a legitimate way to write him as a character. 

This is a different guy than the one who bravely climbed a ladder to kiss the girl he liked and despite knowing her his whole life couldn’t tell her he loved her until he could trust her.

The fact that he kissed this girl he hardly knew back when she kissed him - that irks me and I feel we do a lot of meta discussion about “why did he do this?” when I mostly feel it was a flaw in the writing more than any of the really clever things we explain it away with.

Of course, I always really appreciate the meta discussion - I’m particularly interested as @onceuponamirror and @bride-of-hobo try to reconcile the Jug we knew in Season 1 with the Jughead we have now.

But honestly - as really thought out as their metas are… I often just think that maybe we’re overthinking what amounts to the writers not being as rigid in their characterizations as we are. There are more than one writer as well and I think that some ‘get’ the characters more than others.

Add to that fact that I regularly think the real writers need a beta reader. I would GLADLY be their beta reader and remind them that “hey… Jug would probably have pulled away if anyone kissed him at this point… and he definitely wouldn’t have gone the route of PG13 groping when as far as we’ve told the viewer - he’s never been a player before and the love of his life JUST dumped him.”

anonymous asked:

Young Handsoap and male s/o angst, please. :,)

back from vacation! hopefully i’ll be able to do more requests now! - Mod Genji

Hanzo

He wouldn’t look at you, turning to face the wall to avoid your reaction. 

“You aren’t going to do it though… right?”

Hanzo didn’t respond, he didn’t need to. After all this time you knew that he wouldn’t have told you unless he had made a decision.

“How could you- He’s your brother! He’s a bit of an idiot, sure, but he’s young, he has time to fix his ways! There’s no going back from… from..” 

“They are my family, my clan. I must do as they ask.” Both of you were shaking, you were too young to be facing something like this, only a year younger then Hanzo’s 19. 

“Genji’s your family too! He loves you, you, you monster!” You were nearly shouting now but you couldn’t stop, desperation and shock rattling around in your mind.

Hanzo spun around in response, eyes blazing with anger, “I am no monster. I am loyal to the clan that has raised us, given us anything we could ask for, given him anything he wished, only for him to squander it.” 

You laughed joylessly, “The clan that won’t let you date another man? The clan that forces you to hide me? Hide us? The clan that would see me dead before happy with you?” 

Hanzo is as silent as a grave, and your breath catches in your throat. “That’s it, then? I’m next? They’re tying up loose ends now, first your brother who is too happy for his own good, and then me, who makes you too happy. Correct me if I’m wrong, love.” 

Hanzo took a deep, shuddering breath, turning to face the wall again. His voice was small and weak as he said, “I do not know.” 

“Fine then. I’ll go,” Your voice shook nearly as much as his, tears finally beginning to gather in your eyes, “I’ll take a train to the airport and be out of the country by morning. You’ll never have to see me again. That’s what you and your precious clan wants, isn’t it?” 

He didn’t correct you. His silence stung in your chest more then anything else, his complacency, the way he just let you leave. You were beginning to wonder if he had ever wanted you around in the first place, or if he saw it just like his clan, you were a loose end. 

“Bring Genji with you.” You stopped in the doorway, turning to face him once last time. 

“He wouldn’t come. He trusts you too much. He loves you.” 

And with that, you were gone. 

Sinweek Day 1

Hello everyone x3 Since I like to participate in sinweek as well here is my first lil’ One Shot for @annicent. The characters don’t belong to me: Kiris and the headcanon of this OS belongs to @annicent. I might do a second part (if I feel like doing one). Keep in mind that this is my first time participating ♥ Have fun! 


That damn girl was such a tease, always getting near him and letting him feel like he wasn’t worth talking to her at all. She knew that he was craving for her, the only person who could at least understand how it felt to be the last one of his kind. She knew the raging anger that was running through his veins. Still she chose to be like that; a cold-hearted girl, a queen as she liked to call herself. Ashkore snorted as he was walking behind Kiris through the hallways of her castle. ‘Queen’, he thought, ‘whose queen?’ His gaze lingered over her body, her small hips, her long white hair. Sometimes he thought about her body against his skin, her small delicate hands clinging to his back as he was thrusting himself deeper and deeper into her, making her moan and scream his name. But these fantasies could never be reality, he knew that. Still it drove him mad, her being so cold to him, not reacting a bit to his friendly words. Her heart was frozen and his was burning with desire. Did he love her? Probably not.

‘I told you before: Don’t send some strangers to my castle just because they say that they’re on our side. I don’t want those filthy people in my castle.’ She was definitely angry, he could recognize it by the sound of her voice and her smell.

‘Who do you think you are, inviting these people to my castle!?’ Something inside him was growling, aching. Her small body in front of him was calling out for him. Her shaking hands reminded him of his fantasies, making his blood run faster through his body and down into deeper regions. Without thinking about it he grabbed her wrist. Twirling her around and pressing her against the wall felt good, the surprised look in her eyes even better.

‘I thought we would gather all our friends and people who want to go against the guards here, your majesty’, he hissed. ‘Did you forget our agreement? Do I need to remind you?’

Her surprised gaze changed in a heartbeat. ‘No thank you’, she said and Ashkore could feel his blood raging through his veins. His grip tightened, and he stopped Kiris attempt to escape. Her body was pressed against his, making his mind go crazy. Oh, but he wanted to remind her so badly.

‘Let me go!’ Her voice was as cold as ice but Ashkore was made of fire.

His lips were on hers instantly, shutting her up. Her words tasted angry and he growled in approvement while he was licking over her bottom lip. Gasping for air Kiris opened her mouth, giving him access to her. Ashkore was too strong for her. She was struggeling under his grip and even managed to push him away once, but he was back in an instant, gripping her hips and pulling her even closer. Her nails were scratching over his armor, digging into every inch of flesh she could find, making him more furious. Hissing he pulled her head back angrily, planting wet kisses down her throat. A small moan escaped her mouth and Ashkore smiled wickedly.

‘Naughty queen’, he whispered while gripping her hand, leading her down to his pants where his aching member begged for her. She shivered, and he knew that she needed this as much as he did.

His fingers found their way down her waist, grabbing her ass and pushing her hips against his. Slowly he started to roll his hips, making her moan again, this time louder than before. Oh, he could feel her shivering, her rosy mouth begging silently for more while calling him every name in the book.

A loud cough let him twirl around, his eyes were looking for the intruder and found Leiftan standing in the hallway, smiling innocently.

‘Should I come back later?’, he asked, ignoring Ashkores look which could probably kill him instantly.

‘No’ There she was again, as cold as ice. Kiris straightened her hair and pushed Ashkore away before leaving him alone in the hallway.

My angel (Castiel X Reader)

Hey look it’s my first Castiel imagine! I hope you guys like it.

Word Count: 905

You knew things. Important things. Things about the universe that no one else knew. Which made you a target. You knew there was a risk when you left the bunker to go get food. Sam and Dean specifically told you not to leave. You didn’t listen. I mean what could possibly go wrong in a ten-minute time span? Well, the answer to that question is, A lot. A lot of things could go wrong because a lot of things went wrong. A lot of things.

You jumped into your truck and made your way towards the nearest convenient store. Castiel usually went with you to do things like this, but he was off with the boys today. Anyways, you decided to go off by yourself today. You pulled up to a small convenience store in your old pickup truck. You were roaming the aisles picking up snacks, as you noticed the cashier was watching you when you weren’t looking. Or at least when they thought you weren’t looking. You started to get worried and a little anxious. You checked out quickly and started walking back out to your truck pulling out your phone. You started dialing Cas when you were soon surrounded by demons.

“Shit…” You muttered.

“Hello? Y/N? Is everything alright?” You heard Cas on the other side of the phone.

“Cas, I need your help.” You whispered, as someone reached over and grabbed your phone. They slammed it shut and tossed it on the ground. Stepping on it breaking it into a bunch of pieces.

“Look who we have here. The little angel’s lover. How precious.” One of the guys smirked stepping forward. You didn’t come unprepared. You gripped the handle of your demon blade. He stepped closer to you, and you slid in out of your sleeve into the palm of your hand and stabbed it into his chest. He lit up and fell to the ground. The rest of them started getting closer to you.

You reached into your jacket pocket grabbing a hold of you flask of holy water. Splashing them in the face. They curled away hissing. You continued backing away from them when you bumped into someone. You spun around hoping it was Cas or one of the boys. You were wrong. Oh, how you were wrong.

Not even a foot in front of you stood Crowley. He smirked at you grabbing a hold of your arm. “Shall we go?” He then snapped his fingers and you stood in a large white room. It was like a large medical room. You yanked your arm away from him trying to splash him with holy water. Which you just realized was empty. You gripped your demon blade. Ready to swing, but he grabbed your wrist right as you tried to. He squeezed your wrist until you dropped it.

He snapped his fingers and everything went dark. You fell to the floor unconscious. You soon woke up tied to a chair.

“What are you? Too lazy to try and fight me off? Do you have to knock me out?” You asked annoyed.

Crowley ignored you as he was messing with something. You sighed annoyed. You rested your head against the wall behind you. “This is stupid.”

“Alright. So, I’m gonna ask the questions and you’re going to answer them and then you can leave.” He explained.

“I got nothing to tell you. Nothing that you would find useful at least.” You said.

“I guess we’ll see about that.” He muttered turning around to face you. In his hand, he held a knife.  “We will start out simply.” He pressed the tip of the knife to your arm, while you just stared at him. “Tell me, Where’s the angel tablet?”

“Hell if I know.” You mutter.

Crowley nodded and slid the knife down your arm. Warm blood dripped down and you just stared at him.

“You’re not as evil as people think you are.” You smiled showing him that he isn’t getting to you.

“No, I’m much worse.” He smiled and turned to put the knife back. Before he could turn around there was a loud banging sound and the metal door slammed open and Sam and Dean ran in. Soon after, Castiel showed up in the middle of the room. The lighting flickered and you were able to see an outline of his wings.

Sam ran over and began to untie you, as Cas took it upon himself to deal with Crowley. Sam untied you and handed you a rag. You wrapped it around your arm tightly. Soon, enough Castiel did something to Crowley. You were too busy to see what happened, but Crowley was gone. Cas walked over to you and pulled you into his arms. You melted into him.

“I am so sorry, Y/N.” Cas apologized.

“It’s my fault.” You whispered.

“Don’t say that. It’s not your fault.” You felt him move his arm and everything changed. You were no longer in the white room. You guys were now in a large dark green forest. Covered in soft fluffy grass with sunlight shining through the trees in bright beams of light. Birds quietly singing and the sound of a creek that lay about 5 feet away. This was your heaven.

Cas held you tightly in his arms, as you guys laid in the grass for what felt like forever. You couldn’t have asked for a better outcome.

anonymous asked:

Kiibo, you're not even correct. Kokichi was planning on making an unsolvable murder using the press, even without Maki's interference.

No, actually I don’t think Ouma-kun would have done such a thing. This was really something that he had planned in case the worse happened.


Because, if you remember everything that happened, he did everything he could to make us lose hope. He even kidnapped Momota-kun because he was worried he would be able to cheer us up. By doing that he wanted us to stop wanting to get out and so to stop the killing game.


But Shirogane-san knew that and manipulated us once more…Making us continue the Killing Game.

anonymous asked:

so what do you think of kurt/rachel in the current comics?

Honestly I have a lot of feelings about it. Not many of them are good. Firstly I think there is no way Rachel could truly be in love with Kurt. He’s not…really her type? She likes people who can repair things, work with their hands (ex: Franklin, Kitty, Korvus) and their personalities don’t really mesh. He’s kinda too…. hopeful for her. If that makes any sense. Also it’s kind of hard to get romantic feelings for someone who you only knew in another reality as a friend of your parents and used to change your diapers. Just in my opinion. 

But since it is my practice to try and incorporate as much of comics canon into MY canon as possible (not that you sumbitches at marvel are making it easy…) I think Rachel could get into a situation where she convinces herself she’s in love with him.

Lets look at the basics, Kurt is kind of an awesome dude, he’s kind, he’s funny, he’s playful, he’s a good listener, and really not that bad on the eyes. Plus he has been a constant for Rachel through everything. He took her to the circus as a tiny child, she had a Nightcrawler plushie growing up (if anyone has an idea on how to get one of those hook me up!!) and she loved her uncle Kurt. Fast forward past the hound stuff and onto Excalibur. He’s still there, fighting alongside her. Making her laugh, making sure she’s okay. And he continues to do that, because he’s like the best guy ever.

Now we jump to current comics. Rachel is not in a very stable place. She’s changed her costume, her name, completely away from the pattern it’s been since her creation. Her powers are sliding all around out of whack and she’s living in a reality that looks like it’s creeping close to her home of Earth 811. Sounds flonqing terrifying. Kitty is off with Piotr, her parents are pint-sized, (and don’t even get me started on that cluster fuck of a thing) and nothing feels the way it should be. 

And then there’s Kurt. 

Good, funny, sweet, reliable Kurt. Who I’m assuming Rachel does care for, like a best friend, or a brother, maybe still an uncle. And maybe she’s not quite sure how to identify those feelings yet. And maybe she mistakes them for romantic attraction. Maybe her telepathy does make her nosy (actually that’s canon) and she mistakes his affection for her as romantic attraction also. Remember in their first kiss in this run she says she sensed his feelings. Rachel is not the best with feelings in general so maybe she’s just running in the wrong direction and they’re both so scared and confused they don’t want to be alone. Or maybe Kurt is too nice to tell her no when he senses she really needs this. 

So, I can see the merits and the reasoning. I don’t like it, and I hope it dies a quick and painless death. 

Note: And don’t bring up that kiss on the pirate ship as a basis. because I’ll tell you the same thing. 

nancywheelerofrp  asked:

"Do you think we could just forget last night?"

“What?” Steve’s response was rather abrupt and uncool; at some point that might have been the antithesis of Steve Harrington but as he got closer to graduation he realized how incredibly uncool he actually was. He and Nancy had gotten to a relatively good place, but that wasn’t anything a few stolen glances and a high school party couldn’t tamper with. Steve knew it going into the evening, he and Nancy weren’t going to rekindle their lost love, but he didn’t expect her to come out with a line like that.

It appeared this wasn’t the same Nancy Wheeler that made out with him a couple times, this wasn’t the same Nancy Wheeler who could have envisioned her future with him, she had gone her own way, their paths no longer intertwined. Maybe Steve was full of shit when he convinced himself he could be Nancy’s friend.

“Yeah, whatever you want, Nance,” he added after a moment’s pause, pulling his shirt on over his shoulders. 

BTS replaced you. - pt.3

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Originally posted by hobixing

“Ah… they did? What did they say?” Hongseok passes my phone to me as I read the messages I haven’t opened for the last few hours. Seeing them still hurt because it still feels insincere, as if I was alone in this friendship. 

“Are you going to reply?” Hongseok asked while taking one of my hand in his from under the blanket. It was barely even 6am and I wasn’t down for the drama just yet. 

“Not yet, let’s have cake.” I say smiling, and dragging him with me over to the kitchen still with my phone in one hand.

I took the cake out from the fridge and set it on the table between Hongseok and I. He placed a candle in the centre and lit it, turning the light off before he took his seat. The room was dark and the winter sun hasn’t yet risen and so all that was left to light up the room was the moonlight seeping through the gaps of the blinds and the orange candlelight. A few seconds after, the room was filled with his voice - he sang happy birthday and I couldn’t help but wear a smile on my face. His voice was pretty and I honestly couldn’t thank him enough for doing all this for me. When the short song came to an end we both clapped, I clapped to applaud his singing and he clapped to applaud me fo coming to life twenty-one years ago.

“Make a wish Y/N.” 

“Wishes don’t come true Hongseok.” 

“I’ll make sure this one does, as long as it’s realistic and I can afford it.” He laughed as I smiled. 

“There’s nothing I want.” 

“But there is, I can tell.”

“I just want a shoulder to lean on and not be a burden to people.” 

“Done!” I laughed at his enthusiasm.

“I’ll always be your shoulder to lean on, and you’re never going to be a burden to me.”

“It makes me feel as though I’m replacing them because that’s exactly what they said to me five years ago.” 

“I’m not asking to take their place silly, but just know that I’m always going to be here for you.” He grabbed my hand again from across the table and rubbed his thumb on the back of my hand. I wanted to cry in this moment because I was so grateful of him and his words. 

“I don’t deserve someone like you in my life.” 

“Idiot, I told you this already. You deserve more and better but you’re stuck with me now.” 

“I like the sound of that though.” We both laughed and enjoyed one another’s company. Until my phone dinged, showing a notification from the group chat. I un-muted the conversation but didn’t think they’d be up to say anything.

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“I’m serious, Yu. You don’t realize how terrifying humans are.”

He looked at her with his bottom lip drawn in, studying her face whilst taking a sip of the wine they had opened a while ago.
‘What is it?’ she asked once the silence filled the space between them, soaking their bodies and making her shiver.
He lowered his gaze and sighed.
'Do you want me to be honest? Brutally honest, just once?’
The tone in his voice made her jump and while she really did not want to hear it, did not want to witness the words she knew were about to drop from his lips, she could not do anything but nod.
'If it comes down to it,’ he started, 'the whole problem is that you fill all my emptiness, the hollow space inside of me - whilst I could never fill yours.’
—  // excerpt from a story I’ll never write
j.d.m.

okay but i love love LOVE how elaborate and high key jake asking charles to be his best man is and adore how it was way more high key that the actual proposal itself - it just shows how well that jake knows the most important people in his life???? and i love that?????

he knows that charles will love and cherish that big celebration for years to come (and that charles desperately needs the validation, as we see him obsessively worrying over whether jake might choose someone else) - just like he knew that the proposal needed to be just them, just this sacred, special, vulnerable and beautiful moment he could share with amy.

jake peralta is the kind of guy that works and plans tirelessly to do things that make his best friends and the love of his life happy - and that only makes me love him even more.

Stolen Moments

Adrien loved moments like this.

Pinned between the door and his girlfriend’s lovely figure, he felt himself growing hot and dizzy under her kisses. Yet he refrained from crying out her name, or for taking it any further. It wasn’t exactly the best situation to do anything besides make out and desperately wish they were somewhere more private.

“So did you lure me here to make sweet music, my lady?” he teased, referring to their new hiding spot in the music cupboard, in between short gasps for air as Marinette trailed hot kisses down his jawline.

Marinette nibbled his neck in response, giggling as she did so. “You’re impossible. To pun even when an awesome girl is kissing you.” Standing on her tiptoes, she reached up and kissed his nose. “And I did not lure you here. You followed me!”

“You started it,” Adrien teased, playing with a loose lock of hair at the side of her face. “You can’t walk past me giving me bedroom eyes-”

“Bedroom eyes!?”

“- Yup! Bedroom eyes. Can’t use them and not expect me to follow you.”

Marinette rolled her eyes, wiggling out of his grasp to search the cupboard for whatever it was Nino had asked her to grab. At least, that’s what Adrien assumed she was here for. Why else would a fashion student go to the music department of their university? “A- I did not use bedroom eyes, and B- you know that’s only about eighty-three percent stalkery of you, right?”

Adrien ducked after her, half-chasing her around a dusty shelf filled with handheld drums. Grinning from ear to ear, he caught her waist, pulling her flush against him. “Only eight-three percent? I need to up my game. You doing anything tonight? Mind if this poor stray follows you home?”

“God it’s a good thing you’re pretty,” Marinette sighed, but the falseness of her exasperation was given away by the smirk on her lips and the spark of mirth in her eyes. Adrien’s heart skipped a beat. “I don’t think I could stand it if you weren’t.”

“I knew you only liked me for my body,” Adrien gasped, flopping down onto her shoulder and letting out a huge fake sob. “Such betrayal, love bug! My heart can’t take it!”

“You’ll live,” Marinette snorted in response, patting him on the head. “Or maybe you won’t. But if you survive then sure, you’re welcome to stalk- I mean- walk me home.”

Lifting up his head, Adrien smiled. Leaning his forehead against hers, he let himself rest there for a moment. Sensing his change of mood, Marinette sighed in contentment. Her smirk turned into a small smile, the last thing Adrien saw before he closed his eyes and let himself relax.

There were times where he felt like this wasn’t real, that he’d not been so lucky as to find his best friend and love of his life wrapped up in one wonderful person. Truthfully, he feared it. The happiness he felt seemed almost like it wasn’t meant to last, like clouds after a rainstorm, just before the sun was about to reappear. He clung to moments such as these, how quickly they could go from heated to teasing to loving. He had to. Everything about his past suggested that it wasn’t going to last.

But then Marinette would do something to remind him that he wasn’t his past. Things that seemed so simple, but were everything to him. Things that made him remember that the moments weren’t fleeting. Things like reaching up to take her hands in his, pulling them to her lips and whispering a fond “I love you,” to make him remember that it was real. That his past was his past, and they could make their future whatever they wanted it to be.

Adrien loved moments like this. Stolen moments he could lock away in his mind, to repeat over and over again until they were as much a part of him as his lungs or his heart.

But what Adrien really loved the most, was the fact that Marinette was such a good partner in crime. Stealing those moments right along with him.

Although, judging from the fact that they were superheroes, he thought he ought to get a better analogy. He made a mental note to do so when he wasn’t so utterly distracted by the girl in his arms.

“I love you too,” he whispered, pouring every bit of emotion he had into the look he sent her way. “And you’re giving me bedroom eyes again.”

“Not again.” Marinette pulled him closer, wrapping her arms around his shoulder, her eyes heavy. “Just for the first time.”

It was as Adrien was preparing for another one of their stolen moments that three large knocks reverberated from the music room door. Marinette squeaked, leaping away from Adrien whilst Adrien tried to wipe the lipstick off of his face.

“DUDES” Nino’s voice echoed through the closed door. He did not sound pleased. “CAN YOU STOP TRYING TO MAKE BABIES FOR FIVE FREAKING MINUTES AND GET ME MY DAMN SPARE GUITAR STRINGS? I HAVE AN EXAM IN LIKE A HALF HOUR!”

Marinette turned a delightful shade of pink, though she didn’t try to deny Nino’s accusations. Quickly snatching the strings she’d offered to get for him, she walked over to the door and opened it with a sheepish smile. “Sorry Nino.”

Nino raised his eyebrow. Looking between the pair, he shook his head but thanked Marinette for the strings nonetheless. “‘Kay,” he shrugged, offering a little salute. “As you were.”

As he closed the door behind him, leaving Adrien and Marinette alone, Adrien couldn’t help but chuckle. “And here I was thinking Nino stole our stolen moment!”

Marinette buried her head in her hands, the tips of her ears red enough to rival her ladybug suit.

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A surprise oneshot from mine and @edendaphne‘s reverse love square college au When Duty and Desire Meet- which you can read on AO3! This is a look into what their lives might be like post reveal but who knows if the main plot will go in this direction or not? *evil cackle* ;D