a day will come when i find the perfect will

the-eclecticliving  asked:

Holla! I am new to the riverdale fandom. I binged watched it on Netflix in two days(Healthy?no. Care? also no). It isn't a perfect show but I really enjoyed it. I was instantly drawn to bughead. I am worried, like you said, that the writers will find away to epically fuck it up. I am especially worried b/c it is the CW. Maybe it's just my experience and my issues with the network , but the CW likes it's ridiculously angsty romances. Thoughts?

Hi there, welcome to the fandom!! Yeah, CW shows like their angst and when it comes to romance, most of your ships are going to be in danger in some way at some point no matter what. Like I thought I was safe with one of the less angstier shows that they air (you can probably guess what show I’m talking about). Not so. Still not over it lol. Whether that’s the CW in general or just the individual show’s writers I don’t know. But so far, the Riverdale writers have been pretty spot on with getting things right in the way that is authentic to the storyline and its characters (some people might strongly disagree, but I think it’s been pretty good). I haven’t felt like that about a show and a couple since One Tree Hill and Nathan/Haley. Obviously I’m not comparing the two to Riverdale and Bughead. I wouldn’t dare. But I will say that I felt about the writing on Riverdale the same way I did with OTH. Do I expect some angst for Bughead in season 2? 100%. I would be kind of disappointed if there wasn’t. But I pray that the writers are going to create the angst storyline in a way that helps the characters grow and will make the couple stronger in the end. There are a list of storylines that I think will do that and a list that will do the opposite lol. Call me naive, but I still have faith in these writers and this couple so we’ll just have to see what they come up with I guess haha!

ed sheeran’s divide | sentence meme.

eraser.

  • ❛ i was born into a small town. i lost that state of mind. ❜
  • ❛ so blame it on the pain that blessed me with the life. ❜
  • ❛ friends and family filled with envy when they should be filled with pride. ❜
  • ❛ when the world’s against me is when i really come alive. ❜
  • ❛ you know that i’ve got whisky with white lies and smoke in my lungs. ❜
  • ❛ i need to get in the right mind and clear myself up. ❜
  • ❛ i look in the mirror, questioning what i’ve become. ❜
  • ❛ i’m well aware of certain things that can destroy a person like me. ❜
  • ❛ i am happy on my own so here i’ll stay. ❜
  • ❛ save your loving arms for a rainy day. ❜
  • ❛ i’ll find comfort in my pain eraser. ❜
  • ❛ i chased the picture perfect life. i think they painted it wrong. ❜
  • ❛ i beg you, don’t be disappointed with the person i’ve become. ❜
  • ❛ the world may be filled with hate, but keep erasing it now, somehow. ❜

castle on the hill.

  • ❛ i was younger then. ❜
  • ❛ i found my heart and broke it here. ❜
  • ❛ i know i’ve grown. i can’t wait to go home. ❜
  • ❛ i miss the way you make me feel. ❜
  • ❛ we watched the sun set over the castle on the hill. ❜
  • ❛ had my first kiss on a friday day. i don’t reckon i did it right. ❜

dive.

  • ❛ maybe i came on too strong. maybe i waited too long. ❜
  • ❛ maybe i played my cards wrong. oh, just a little bit wrong. ❜
  • ❛ i could live, i could die, hanging on the words you say. ❜
  • ❛ i’ve been known to give my all. ❜
  • ❛ so don’t call me, baby, unless you mean it. ❜
  • ❛ don’t tell me you need me if you don’t believe it. ❜
  • ❛ so let me know the truth before i dive right into you. ❜
  • ❛ do you have a tendency to lead some people on? ‘cuz i heard you do. ❜

shape of you. 

  • ❛ the club isn’t the best place to find a lover, so the bar is where i go. ❜
  • ❛ your love was handmade for somebody like me. ❜
  • ❛ i’m in love with the shape of you. we push and pull like a magnet do. ❜
  • ❛ although my heart is falling too, i’m in love with your body. ❜
  • ❛ last night you were in my room, and now my bed sheets smell like you. ❜
  • ❛ we talk for hours and hours about the sweet and the sour. ❜

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The Bookstore

Hey guys! It’s me again, and I sorta wanted to write a Tom meet-cute because I daydream about those 25/8? This is just soft, fluffy and sweet, I hope you like it!
Author’s note: Tom is my screensaver and I went to Barnes and Noble today and the girl that was ringing me up was really, really nice and we were talking about Marvel because I was buying a comic, (I finally found Spider-Man Blue, three cheers for me!) and she was literally like, “oh my gosh, you and Tom would be super adorable together! I can just see it now!” And I sort of died? So this is just a story branching off of that?
The Bookstore
“Is that your boyfriend?” The saleslady asked, referencing the girl’s phone, as a smile that stretched from ear to ear crossed over her features. “He comes in quite often, has mostly good taste in books, although, sometimes his choices are questionable at best. Likes fantasy and adventure, some good, some not.”
The girl’s eyes widened and her mouth flopped open and shut like a guppy’s as she attempted to stutter out an appropriate response.
Tom Holland was the girl’s screensaver, and no, he most definitely wasn’t her boyfriend because he had no idea that she existed. Even if he had stumbled across her fan account, she’d just be another fan to Tom, maybe she’d even stand out for being an ultimate creep.
“He’s a very polite boy, you’re so lucky! My daughters are only interested in self-obsessed assholes.” The lady began to scan her choices, continuing to rant about her daughter’s apparent bad taste in men.
The girl was still struggling to comprehend her situation. The saleswoman clearly knew Tom, who apparently came in often, as did she, so she couldn’t really say that he wasn’t her boyfriend without looking like an utter and complete weirdo.
Pondering, she bit the inside of her cheek. Their paths had never crosses, so what could be the harm in indulging in a little fantasy? “We’ve been dating since last Spring,” She said, not daring to look into the kind eyes of the saleswoman.
“Ah, I see. I bet you two look absolutely adorable together, maybe turn him onto some high quality literature next time he comes in, eh?” The woman smiled from across the counter, waving the girl’s new Philip Roth books in the air before handing them over.
Reaching for her five purchases, the girl smiled and nodded, “I’ll do my very best!” She called and waved as she left the store.
Over the next few days, Tom wandered back into the bookstore. Navigating his way down the store’s narrow aisles, Tom searched for something that he could read on the plane that he’d inevitably be boarding sometime soon. He paused every so often to pick up a book, glance over the summary on the back, and reshelve it to it’s proper home.
After shuffling down another section, he came across the very same saleswoman who had helped the girl moonlighting as his girlfriend.
“How come you guys never come in together? She knows some good authors, I’m sure she’d love to help broaden your horizons.” The saleswoman said, maintaining her position, crouched over to straighten and tidy the shelves.
Tom looked around, unsure of who the woman was speaking to, because as far as he knew, none of his friends knew about this store. They opted for Barnes and Noble, while he prefered to dig.
“Yes, you. I just met your girlfriend and she’s lovely. Great taste in books.” The woman said again.
Scratching his head, Tom wasn’t exactly sure what to say, so he played along, not wanting to be rude. Surely she must be confusing him with someone else, because he didn’t have a girlfriend to share books with, as much as he’d like one.
“Yeah, we just have different schedules, she’s usually in class when I peruse the bookstore.” Tom said, bending down to help the woman on the floor.
“She’s very cute, and very sweet. It’s nice to see young people reading something that isn’t their twitter feed.” The woman said, taking one last glance at the fixed up shelf, before nodding decisively and standing up.
Tom stood as well, chuckling, “My Dad’s an author, so reading has always been apart of my life.”
“You guys are lovely, let me know if I can be of any help.” The woman began to walk away and Tom shook his head and laughed.
“How do you know that my girl is my girl? We never come in at the same time.” Tom asked suddenly, curiosity leaking into his bloodstream.
“She comes in more often than you, buys more books than you, and you’re her screensaver. It’s quite cute, actually.” The saleslady called out.
There it is, Tom thought, she might be a fan. He couldn’t think of any other reason that he’d be her screensaver. Shoving his hands into his pockets, Tom smirked and picked out not one, but two books. One to leave at the register for her the next time that he came in, and one for him to read while he was on the press tour.
“That is so thoughtful! She’ll love it!” The woman said from behind the cash register, clapping her hands together. “I’ll make sure that she gets it, alright? Wanna put a little message in it, promise I won’t peak! I’ve got a pen right here!” She chirped happily.
“Yeah, alright, I’ll actually do that. Could I please borrow your pen?” Tom asked.
Drawing a heart to conclude the note to his ‘girlfriend’ that he’d never met, he said thank you one to the lady one last time and left the store.
The very next morning, the girl pushed her wallet back into her purse at the bookstore’s register, waiting for the same saleswoman to finish ringing her up.
“Saw your boyfriend yesterday, left a little something for you.” The saleswoman smiled, turning around to sift through the books on display behind her to find Tom’s choice for the girl.
The girl felt the fiery licks of scarlet coloring her skin again. Her hands shook, surely Tom thought that she was a mega, ultra stalker. He’d probably left her a note begging her to kindly fuck off. She wished Mother Earth would swallow her up the same way it did to Sita in ‘The Ramayana.’
“Don’t be embarrassed, silly, it’s endearing.” The woman handed her a book titled, ‘Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair’ by Pablo Neruda. “He’s paid for it, of course, and he left you a little note on the first page. Lent him the pen myself.”
“He really shouldn’t have,” the girl stuttered, her hands almost noticeably shaking as she held the book within her palms.
Inside, Tom had scribbled out,
Seeing as you’re my girlfriend, I thought it was only fitting to leave you at least twenty love poems. Left you a song of despair as well, seeing as we haven’t met yet.
Love always,
Your devoted boyfriend, Tom

“Could I go back and pick one out for him as well?” The girl asked, feeling a tiny bit braver after reading Tom’s cheeky message for her.
“Of course! I love this, I wish more couples did things like this for each other, it’s endearing!” The saleswoman smiled, shutting the register.
After picking out an appropriate novel, she left the store, smiling, blushing and practically gliding on air.
Later that very afternoon, Tom was chased by the overbearing coldness of the afternoon breeze, and his own excitement over whether or not she’d received his present, back into the bookstore.
Not even bothering to look at anything, he came to a halt in front of the saleswoman, who upon seeing him enter, tore through her display to retrieve the novel that she’d left for him.
“Did she get it? Did she like it, I haven’t heard from her yet.” Tom asked, beaming at the woman.
“She loved it! She loved it so much, in fact, that she’s left one for you as well.” She handed him a novel called ‘One Day.’ “She’s left a love note for you as well!”
Tearing the book open, Tom came across her delicate handwriting sprawled in black ink.
Here’s to hoping that I meet you one day.
With all the love in my heart-
Your mystery girlfriend
Fighting the urge to hug the book closer to his chest, Tom made a choice.
“I’m going to go pick her a book out right now, and I’m going to wait right here until she comes back in. I want to give her this one in person.” Tom turned on his heel to search for the perfect book for to give her, when the saleswoman informed him that she’d already been in today.
“Alright then, I’ll be back first thing tomorrow.” Tom blushed, but continued on his way down through the shelves, desperate to find the perfect book for her.
Deciding on ‘You,’ by Caroline Kepnes, Tom paid and left the store, planning to return right when the bookstore opened.
The very next morning, Tom was perched in a cushy, plush chair, obscured by stacks and shelves housing novels, waiting for her. He’d positioned himself perfectly, ensuring that he could see the register at all times, but that the people at the register wouldn’t be able to spot him, unless they knew where he was hiding.
He was completely on edge. Every time the door opened, he’d practically leap to his feet, only to be met with disappointment because mostly everyone who wandered in off the street was either male, or too old to be his mystery girlfriend.
Finally, when Tom had all but lost hope, a girl so otherworldly beautiful that Tom truly debated in his mind whether or not the girl was even a girl, he briefly wondered if she was an ethereal fairy of sorts, floated into the room.
Her hair reflected light the same way that waves in the sea did, and her voice was so soft and warm that it sounded as he imagined his favorite hot drink would taste. She waved hello to the saleswoman before diving into the poetry section, hidden deep within the store.
Jumping to his feet, Tom rushed to finally meet her, rolling the book he planned to give her in between his palms.
Checking his hair one more time, Tom came to a stop next to her.
“Excuse me miss, I was just wondering if you happen to be my mystery girlfriend, who apparently has better taste in books than me?” Tom’s confidence was evaporating as she turned around to face him.
She was even prettier up close and Tom wanted to scratch his own eyes out for beginning the conversation with such a shit line.
Thankfully, she smiled, a strawberry jam colored blush widening across her delicate features. “That would be me, but unfortunately, you’ve caught me off guard and now I don’t have anything to give to you.” Her eyes refused to meet his own for more than a few seconds.
She could barely believe any of this. First, her celebrity crush and her happened to both shop at the same bookstore. Then, he goes along with the charade of being her boyfriend, and even leaves her gifts, and now, he was standing in front of her.
He looked like Prince Charming and her brain was turning to mush.
“Lucky for you, I don’t mind. But, I do have a book for you.” Holding the novel, ‘You,’ out to her, he began to sway from foot to foot, nervous that she’d hate it.
“Funny enough, that’s one of my favorite books,” She laughed, “But are you planning to kill me?” She referenced the plot of ‘You,’ which was more or less a horror story, hardly the conventional romance.
Stuttering, Tom attempted to clear his name. “I just thought it was fitting, seeing as we met in a bookstore, and so did Joe and Beck,” the main characters who become romantically involved in the novel, “And really, I just wanted you to have the line about the mouse in the house.”
“Are you going to get a cat to chase me out?” She teased, and Tom laughed.
“Absolutely not, you’re just all I’ve been thinking about. I wanna know you, and learn from your apparently epic choices in literature.” Tom said, leaning in closer to her.
“Than sit, and I’ll pick you something out?” She questioned, shyly moving to sit on the floor, her arm curled around more than a few options.
The pair scooched into one another one the floor, and the saleswoman watched, smiling from her spot at the register. Her two favorite customers were finally together.
Her eyes twinkled as she turned the radio onto a station that played only love songs.
They read love poems, and love stories together, so it only seemed fair that they listened to only love songs as well.

11 am

based on this x


Taehyung’s favorite time of the day is 11 am.

Taehyung’s favorite time of the day is 11 am. When it’s his day off of work and he can finally spend his day with you, what he likes the most to do right after he wakes up is a shower. With you of course. He likes to watch as the water runs down from your hair to your back and down your legs. He likes to wrap a towel around you and then dry your hair with another. He likes the way your eyes scrunches when hair tickles your face.

Taehyung’s favorite time of the day is 11 am. The clouds are the clearest in that time of the day and it’s the best time to go jogging. He likes to have you running ahead of him to have an eye on you (and to look at your butt but you didn’t hear this). He has his favorite route and you already know the way.  The bridge is your final destination but you like to lay down on the grass right before it. The quiet sounds of the river, the singing birds, the sounds of people passing on bikes or just a group of friend chatting happily. It’s all so calming and so much better when he knows you’re there. Right next to him.

Taehyung’s favorite time of the day is 11 am. He can lie down on the grass in your garden while you hang washed clothes outside because it will dry better, it’s summer after all. He would wear only shorts and sunglasses. You would steal glances at him thinking if he would help you. Clearing your throat you finally got his attention and he got the message, whining like a little child he would stand up and maybe actually help you. But it would end up with a slapping-each-other-with-wet-clothes war.

Taehyung’s favorite time of the day is 11 am. The convenience store gets a brew of fresh pastry at that time. Ice cream also tastes the best at this time but nor any of you know how is it possible. The store has a place where you can sit (most of the time old grandmas sit there and gossip about everything and nothing) and it has a big umbrella so you can comfortably sit in the shadow and not worry about getting sunburnt. The occasional summer wind is lightly hitting your face as you enjoy the cold refreshment.

Taehyung’s favorite time of the day is 11 am. When he have to do a paperwork he would ask you to come with him to the balcony and give him a company. He would do the work and you would read a book because what else you can do there, right. But you don’t mind. You would leave after a while to make a fresh juice for both of you and when you come back Taehyung switched his sitting place and is now sitting at your spot. But you already know he doesn’t mean “go sit somewhere else” but “I want to sit next to you” because he needs an inspiration and you beside him is more than that. So you would lie on his lap, your book forgotten, but the with the new view you can’t complain.

Taehyung’s favorite time of the day is 11 am. Sometimes when he walks down the stairs, he would find you in front of the television doing yoga with a perfect ponytail. Sometimes when he walks down the stairs, he would find you sitting at the table in front of the television watching the news while cutting vegetables with messy hair and dirty shirt on. But no matter how you look when he first lays his eyes on you at the morning, he would always come to you with a morning kiss, stealing your breath away.

Taehyung’s favorite time of the day is 11 am. When it’s super hot in summer he likes to jump into the pool right after he wakes up. It wakes him up. Once he’s satisfied he would walk out not planning to stay out of the pool for a long time. He would search for you and once he finds you in the bathroom brushing your hair, he would pick you up, your legs automatically rounding his waist. You shriek from the wetness of his body and ask him what is he doing but he would cheekily smile at you and say nothing. When you realized what’s his plan you immediately tried to escape from his hold but no success. You ended up still in your clothes in the pool with Tae jumping right behind you.

Taehyung’s favorite time of the day is 11 am. The rays of sun shining through closed jalousies hits your skin just right. He loves waking up with the feeling that you are in his arms. That you’re safe. He loves to run his fingers from your face to your neck, stopping there for a little bit to admire the blossoming purple flowers that he personally implanted here, to your back, watching as goosebumps appeared there because of his touch. But where he loves to run his fingers the most is through yours. He loves to hold your hand because it feels like a home.

Nct as Vampires

Request: Hi! Could you do an NCT Vampire au? Like how each of the members would be as a vampire? Thank you! :) I hope I requested correctly

A/N: i was actually thinking of writing a single post for each member but it’d be too many so here’s only a brief summary !! if you want me to emphasise on a specific member please do request again !

Assume that only you know about their identity and they promised not to hurt you as long as you don’t tell anyone else ,, and also you live together with them

Taeil:

  • really chill about his identity
  • like when you first told him you knew , all he did was get shocked and asked how you knew , then went back to being normal
  • acts more like a human than a vampire tbh
  • you don’t even know how he survives because you never actually saw him eat/suck ( is this even right it sounds wrong omg ) any other living things before for their blood
  • and when you ask him ,
  • he simply replies with a “ secrets ”
  • turns out he’s been drinking blood he stole from clueless vampire WinWin’s bottle/jar since they stay in the same room

Hansol:

  • he’s so quiet and mysterious it’s creepy
  • like you don’t know when he’d do something dangerous and sudden
  • so you lowkey stayed away from him even after he promised not to hurt you
  • but then you realised he’s an actual softie
  • because you saw him crying over an anime once
  • yes vampires need entertainment too
  • so you start opening up to him
  • and he shares with you about his family and ancestors
  • like how great of vampires they were
  • when he goes out to hunt at night though ,
  • he becomes really serious and you lowkey got scared once because he came back home with blood all around his mouth
  • then he smiles at you innocently and blankly
  • and you can’t help but return a fake smile like hansol you’re scaring me get away and wash up first

Johnny:

  • okay he likes teasing you A LOT
  • okay maybe more of threatening , not teasing
  • like one time you were too lazy to cook lunch for him ,
  • he got super close to you and whispered sarcastically like “ i can’t guarantee you’d still be able to stay up till dinner tonight though ”
  • and he shows his fangs too like stop johnny what are you doing
  • so you were left with no choice but to cook for him
  • he’s such a flirty vampire i cant even
  • like he got you a black dress and cap one day
  • and when you asked him why ,
  • he was like “ you should know we vampires can’t be exposed to sunlight ,, but your beauty and smile’s shining brighter than it so i gotta cover you up ”
  • go away johnny ew
  • kidding he’s so hot tbh

Taeyong:

  • really particular about how he looks and acts
  • like he’s really ‘elegant’ as a vampire (?) ( does this even make sense omg )
  • like his cape must be washed and ironed out properly every day before night falls
  • and he HAS to do it himself
  • one time you helped him wash and clean it ,
  • he got so pissed he didn’t come back for two nights
  • turns out he was living in some kind of abandoned house as a bat
  • and he couldn’t stand the dust so he had no choice but to come back
  • he sometimes forgets that you’re human so he shares with you on stories of all the people he’s eaten
  • and when you’re like “ taeyong that’s too much detail … ”
  • he gets all jumpy like , “ oh shit i forgot , i’m sorry ”
  • “ i forgot i got too caught up ”
  • but he doesn’t really seem different from a human being so you’re not that much bothered by him

Yuta:

  • okay here we have another flirty vampire
  • like really really flirty
  • like one moment you’d just be there watching television ,
  • then a pair of hands wraps tightly around your hips
  • “ want me to turn you into one too ? ”
  • “ no wth yuta what are you doing ”
  • “ couldn’t resist you ”
  • “ stop yuta , hands off ”
  • “ who are you to tell me what to do , i have the powers here ”
  • “ yeah sure if you don’t let go i’ll move out rn ”
  • then he lets go right away and pouts like a small kid
  • he’s really lazy and afraid to go out under the sun so he stays at home like 24/7
  • and he clings onto you like a leech
  • disturbing and annoying you as a form of entertainment

Kun:

  • he’s such an angel though
  • but you didn’t knew he was a vampire until like 1 month of staying together
  • because you always wondered why he went out and came home so late in the night
  • until you saw him drinking some red & thick liquid one day in his cape
  • you almost screamed and fainted
  • but kun was nice enough to help you out , and confessed about his identity after
  • and was like “ don’t worry , i won’t hurt you , you’re too beautiful ”
  • he didn’t even tell you not to spread it , as he trusts that you will keep it a secret
  • so sweet tbh
  • smh why were you born as a vampire not an angel kun

Doyoung:

  • always shookt and worried that his identity might get revealed
  • so everytime you come home , the first thing he asks you is
  • “ did you tell anyone ? ”
  • “ doyoung of course not they’d think im crazy ”
  • “ are you sure ? ”
  • “ yes , i promise ”
  • then he goes back to acting all confident and laidback like
  • “ haha what’s there to be afraid of ”
  • then he turns into a bat and follows you around the next day to spy on you
  • and he thought you wouldn’t notice but in fact he’s so obvious so you just let him be

Ten:

  • always curious about the ‘humans’ like ,
  • “ wow Y/N how does it feel to die ? ”
  • “ do i look like i’ve died before , ten ? ”
  • “ hehe idk , im just curious , i’ve been living for like 127 this is not intentional years now ”
  • “ you’re so old ”
  • “ but i’m still cute right ?? ”
  • and he gives you a cute and innocent smile
  • you wonder if he’s even a vampire
  • but when he gets ready to go out at night he always has this smirk on his face
  • and he’d have eye contact with you before he flies off
  • so rude but you gotta admit he looks good

Jaehyun:

  • like taeil he’s pretty chill about his identity
  • his naturally white and fair skin caught your attention first
  • then he was always hiding in the room first thing in the morning , saying that he had to take his ’ daily medicine ’
  • turns out it was small cups of blood when you went to check
  • so when you first asked him he was just like
  • “ since i trust you , yeah i’m one ”
  • then he flashed his sharp fangs infront of you
  • and when he saw your shocked expression he’d laugh to himself , his cute and smol dimples coming back
  • he actually takes care of you instead , and protects you from other vampires/creatures from attacking

WinWin:

  • he’s such a soft person you couldn’t believe it when he told you he was a vampire
  • and he casually mentioned it to you during a conversation
  • you were shookt for days
  • “ why are you always so tired in the day ”
  • “ i don’t sleep at night ”
  • “ why ? ”
  • “ we are more active in the dark ”
  • “ ‘we’ ? ”
  • “ vampires .. ”
  • he’s cute and innocent most of the time
  • but when night time falls he gets really serious and doesn’t come back quickly ,
  • because he has to find the perfect type and taste of blood which suits him

The minors are all half-vampires instead of ‘full’ ones

Mark:

  • he’s so clueless and adorable he often asks you vampire related questions that you cant even answer , like
  • “ why do we live forever ? will we never die ? wow that’s cool ”
  • “ mark i dont know .. ”
  • “ how am i supposed to take blood out of someone , won’t it hurt them ? ”
  • “ mark i’m not a vampire idk anything ”
  • “ oh … sorry ”
  • he’s so polite and nice he almost starved and fainted because he couldn’t bear to hurt anyone for blood
  • so you had no choice but to donate your own blood
  • which also refused to drink ,
  • but you forced it down his throat , so now active mark is back again

Renjun:

  • another literal angel why
  • he tries his best to sustain his hunger by only eating food
  • but part of him still feels drained because he’s half-vampire after all , he needs blood
  • so he tried drinking his own one ,
  • but it made him even sicker
  • so you had to ask for vampire taeyong’s help because he always had spare bottles of blood
  • just like that you lectured renjun on keeping his body healthy and fit
  • and he was like “ sure … but one person that i’d never ever eat is you , even if im dying ”
  • go reborn as an angel with kun please

Jeno:

  • he’s always smiling and cheerful , the thought of him being a vampire never once crossed your mind
  • but when he told you that he’s only half ,
  • you still got really shocked and speechless ,
  • and as soon as he noticed he promised not to hurt you
  • he likes showing you baby photos of himself , the growing process of his small fangs ,
  • and the way he’d always smile brightly
  • he likes going on walks with you but he always prepares a cap and a pair of jacket to cover himself , if he gets exposed to the sun too much

Haechan:

  • such a prankster i cant even
  • he’d offer to pour you a cup of water ,
  • then when he comes out with two cups filled with red liquid you’re like ,
  • “ this better not be blood haechan- ”
  • “ it is ”
  • “ what why ”
  • “ try it , it’s really good ”
  • “ no donghyuck i cant do this ”
  • “ shut up and drink it ”
  • and after a few minutes of arguing ,
  • “ it’s only some cranberry juice ”
  • and he also likes joking about turning you into a vampire too
  • and would use it as an advantage to call you to help him do things
  • “ help me wash my clothes … if not i might hurt you , idk ”

Jaemin:

  • a mixture of haechan + winwin
  • one moment he’d be all soft and positive ,
  • the other he’s scaring you with his fangs and blood
  • but he knows when to stop and not scare you too much
  • he’s also pretty flirty and smooth like
  • “ if you were a blood type you’d be my favourite ”
  • “ jaemin that’s not cool , stop ”
  • “ okay fine you’re my favourite human ”

Chenle:

  • he’s so happy and loud you didn’t think he was a vampire
  • and his looks did not help too , as he looked so cute and adorable to you
  • he slightly teases and joke with you
  • especially when he reminds you of the face you made when he first told you
  • your mouth and eyes were wide open and no words were said
  • he doesn’t really need that much blood so he acts just like a normal human being ,
  • only sometimes when you notice him getting a bit tired ,
  • you’d ask him to go eat/replenish on his blood intake and listens to you without fail

Jisung:

  • like chenle , this baby is still in the process of developing the vampire characteristics ,
  • so his fangs are still pretty short and he can perform perfectly well even without the intake of blood & under sunlight
  • so you had absolutely no idea he was one
  • until he accidentally told you while y'all were talking
  • and he got so flustered and worried after he realised his confession , he couldn’t sleep peacefully that night
  • but as soon as you told him you didn’t mind and would not spread it ,
  • he became to soften up and share more stories of his family to you
{ feeling of freedom, of seeing the light }

pairing: hamilsquad x reader

prompt: soulmate!au. you see the world in black and white until you meet your soulmate. then you see color!

t/w: none!

a/n: thank you for 1,550+ followers! i’m so thankful for each and every one of you. 

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You had grown up in a world of black and white. Color was unknown to you, but you remembered how your parents described colors to you to make you feel a little better. 

Red is like fire. You know when you feel angry or frustrated? It’s like that. It’s hot and bold and angry.”

“Yellow is warm, bright and friendly. It’s the color of the sun, love. Makes you feel like someone wrapped you up in a blanket on a cold day.”

“Blue is the color of water. It’s cool. It’s cold. I think you’d like it quite a lot.” 

This wasn’t abnormal. You wouldn’t get to see the colors your parents’ got to see until you met your soulmate. You knew it would be a long time until then, but hearing your parents describe the colors to you was enough for the time being. 

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Reaction to Your Group Members Picking on You. . .

Anonymous said: i have a request eonni!! one where you are the maknae of your group and you get picked on and your group members say things like “ahhh shes such a baby!” or something like that pls. and can it be for got7?? thank you eonni! fighting! also if it wasnt in anonymous, could you make sure i am? thanks!

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A/N aww this is cute~ i’m guessing its a joking picking on? if not please tell me and i’ll change it to your liking. and you weren’t in anonymous, but i got you babe. enjoy!

Kai Eonni ~


Jaebum…

He would find this endearing. He wouldn’t be able to hide the smile your cute bickering between you and your other members brought upon his lips. However, every time you would look over at him, he would try to quickly hide his smile and avoid eye contact. Feeling bad that this is making him laugh, but enjoying it too much to cut in. Later he would apologize, trying to get you to forgive him for laughing, offering kisses, cuddles and hugs.

Originally posted by got7europe


Jackson…

He would make sure that it doesn’t go too far, and as long as you were okay with it he would be okay with it. However, he would keep an eye on you and your smile to make sure that it’s a genuine smile and is never once forced. His protective side kicking in as he keeps an arm around you, keeping you close and putting in little comments once in a while like, “You’re perfect Jagi.” or “I love your baby face Jagi, it’s cute. Okay?” Making sure that you’re okay with sweet comments.

Originally posted by jiaerrs


Jinyoung…

He would keep track of things your other members are poking fun at you about and use them later on. He would find this as a good chance to find other things to get you flustered about, and this would officially make this day one of the better ones that he has had. When you would whine to him about laughing at you for being called a baby he would be like, “Aww come here, I’m sorry, are you sad? Don’t be sad… Baby~” A mocking tone coating each and every one of his words.

Originally posted by jypnior


Mark…

He would try so hard, like, genuinely trying to hold his laughter in, like I’m serious, he would try really hard, but, he wouldn’t last more than about ten seconds until his adorable laughter spread throughout the room. It wouldn’t just be any laugh though, it would be that hard laugh you have when something hilarious happens, when your stomach tenses up to the point of a cramp and your eyes water. This would be pure gold for Mark  and he would let everyone in the room know. Later he would apologize, or at least try to, but he would end up laughing all over again.

Originally posted by ggot7


Youngjae…

He would be a little unsure whether he should laugh or come to your rescue? So he would be sitting there with an unsure smile, his eyes darting from you to your older members. Afterwards when you two are leaving your dorm, he would wrap an arm around you and ask softly if you’re okay. When you smile and laugh saying, “Ah, that? Yeah, they like to pick on me, but it’s like if we were siblings or something, it’s not serious.” He would feel this relief leave his shoulders and would smile genuinely now, kissing the top of your head. “You were getting so flustered, it was so cute that it was hard for me not to smile. I’m so lucky to have such a cute Jagiya.”

Originally posted by kookihyunnie


BamBam…

BamBam would jump at the opportunity to pick on you as well, loving the view of your flustered features, finding it irresistibly cute. He would, like Jinyoung, keep a mental note of jokes that your members say so that he could use them later on when he’s bored and wants to see your flustered again. Though he would always make sure to make it up to you with kisses and cuddles afterwards to remind you how much he adores you.

Originally posted by gyeomjjang


Yugyeom…

Omgggg, this would be a free-for-all, except it would be for Yugyeom. He would take videos, laugh hysterically, pick on you with your members, and would mock you. This would be Yugyeom World right here. He would replay those videos while you two are snuggling, laughing at them every time. He would bring up the memories at the most random of moments. You two would be picking out crêpes at a breakfast restaurant and he would just look over at you like, “Hey, Jagi, remember that time…”

Originally posted by chattyang

The Secrets of Fate. {Elriel Oneshot}

Elriel (with a side of Nessian). Adorable with a touch of smut. Elain’s POV. 


6:58 p.m.

“Excited to be an aunt?”

I look up to find Azriel standing above me with his hands in his pockets and his head tilted slightly to the left. He’s dressed casually in his training pants and an old tunic, he must have just come from the rooftop with Rhys. Sweat has forced his dark hair to be matted against his forehead and his shirt to cling to his sculpted chest, his arms, his abs.

It is only when he approaches me that I realize I’d been dozing off.

“Yes,” I yawn, reluctantly. “Can’t you tell?”

He smiles, softly. “You should get some rest. I’ll let you know when it’s coming.”

“It should be soon!” I argue, although I do not know that to be true. “Any minute. Really.”

He senses my lie, but instead of pushing me further, he scoops me into his arms and walks down the hallway.

I do not protest. Sleep does sound marvelous. I’ve been sitting outside Nesta and Cassian’s door since before breakfast. It was almost nightfall, and her contractions are nowhere near where they need to be. All I hear is Nesta screaming and cursing, damn you Cass for doing this to me being the most popular.

In which Cassian laughs and replies, you’re welcome, beautiful.

Feyre has been coming and going all day with buckets full of ice and cold water and new, dry towels. Although I cannot contribute much, except for the occasional head pop-in to ask how things are going and if anything else is needed, I haven’t been able to force myself to leave my spot in the hallway.

Just in case.

Azriel, apparently, does not see the point in that.

“You’ll come get me when it’s time?”

“Yes.”

“You promise?”

“I would not have said yes otherwise.”

“Are you getting sassy with me?” I lift my eyebrows, in which he replies with a breathy laugh.

Azriel and I have become good friends in the last two years, since my living here became permanent after the war with Hybern. Although, I would be lying if I were to say I did not find him beautiful, and kind, and completely perfect in every way.

Some days I think he’ll make his move, reveal his feelings for me, but then I remember that it’s Azriel and find myself embarrassed for even thinking such a thing. But now, with my head on his shoulder listening to the rapid beat of his heart, realizing that he’s still carrying me in his arms down the hall, I wonder if those thoughts were not made up after all.

One of his wings brushes my back, making me gasp, and his body turns rigid from my reaction.

He kicks open my door with his muddy boot and I notice the shadows beginning to creep around his shoulders.

“Rhysand will not be pleased with the muddy footprint on his door,” I scold.

He lies me down on my bed and pulls off my boots, one by one. “Rhys can come find me if he has a problem. I’ll tell him I was escorting a beautiful woman to her bed.”

Realizing his words, he begins shaking his head, thinking I’d take offence. But, instead, I burst out laughing. Perhaps it’s the lack of sleep, or the glass of wine Mor had brought me an hour ago, and then refilled twice, but I am feeling bold. Giddy, even.

“Does your escorting end here?”

He opens his mouth, then closes it, then opens it again, but nothing comes out.

My cheeks turn red. It must be the buzz. Az doesn’t think of me like that. I am like a child to him. A friend, nothing more.

“I thought you wanted me to keep an eye on Nesta,” he says, instead, an underlying question in his statement.

“And what do you want?” I say, before I can stop myself.

Yes, definitely the wine.

He watches me for a long moment and I realize I must look a mess. I haven’t bathed since yesterday. I haven’t even brushed my hair, for Cauldron’s sake. He must pity me, my rumpled clothes and smudged makeup.

But, as he takes a step closer, I realize that is probably a question that he does not get asked a lot. And, for a moment, he looks surprised.

And when he takes a step toward me, then another, then slumps to his knees before me as I sit on my bed, I can’t stop the heat from spreading from my cheeks, to my stomach, to places I wasn’t aware that heat could be felt.

“I want…” he pauses, placing his head in my lap, then taking my delicate hands in his scarred ones before looking back up to me. “I want you to know how beautiful a person you are. I want to know what it’s like to love, and be loved, by someone like you.”

I am so stunned that I cannot properly string a sentence together. He watches me, lips slightly parted, as if he just revealed the secrets of the universe. And, in a way, I feel like he did.

Here is a male who has been alive for hundreds of years before I was even thought of and formed in the womb, a male who has slain on the battlefield, a male who has met thousands of females who would no doubt love him….and yet, he is before me, on his knees, sweaty, dark hair falling into his eyes and large, membranous wings looming behind him, looking no more than a shy boy, a dark soul, a fallen angel.

I take his face in my hands and kiss his forehead, gently. “There has not been a day in a very long time that I have not wondered the same thing.”

Something broke loose in him, then. Something wild, animalistic. The wild fae beneath the bashful male.

I had always associated him with utter gentleness. But, the male before me was anything but gentle.

A question looms in his eyes and I nod before I can second guess, if a second guess would ever even come.

I doubt it.

He slides one arm behind my back and lifts me further back onto the bed, until my head is sinking in my collection of floral pillows.

“Elain…” he whispers, but stops, as if any other word he could say would not be good enough for this moment.

Instead, his lips brush mine in a soft, tender rhythm. Once. Twice. Thrice. Harder, and a little more confident, until my fingers are intertwined in his hair and his abs are pressing against my stomach.

A small gasp escapes my lips as his mouth moves to the hollow of my throat, and he thrives on that gasp as he kicks off his muddy boots and they hit my floor with a thud. His bare feet, rough and calloused, run up my shins before I wrap my legs around his waist.

He unbuttons my dress, slowly, one by one, keeping his eyes on mine, in case I were to protest. I don’t. I won’t. I can’t, I am completely undone.

His lips find mine, once again, and I do not stop until we are one in the same, two beings in the same space, two bodies in search for the same thing.

He thrusts once, twice, three times until I am begging him for more.

He is gentle, but rough, and I have trouble breathing as I can’t find where my body ends and his begins. I was never loved by a human man, but I can’t imagine it would be anything close to this. This is magic. This is beauty. This is a love that only comes around once in a lifetime, even if that life is immortal.

By the time I realize how loud I’m moaning his name, how I’m holding onto him, afraid he’ll disappear into the shadows, it’s over, and I instantly want him again. That nearness. The closeness. The feeling of utter euphoria.

He’s hovering over me, still, shuddering, sweating, kissing me gently. He brushes the brown locks out of my eyes and laughs, gently, before wrapping me in his wings and holding onto me, afraid I’ll disappear into the shadows.

After we catch our breath, we fall back into our dance, into utter euphoria.

11:58 p.m.

The sound of crying jolts me from my sleep. Azriel is still lying next to me in my bed, an inked arm draped across my stomach. I slither out of his grasp, making my best attempt not to wake him, and fall onto the cold, wooden floorboards. I grab a shirt off the ground and toss on my robe before freezing at the sight of his bare body lying upon my blankets. I blush, force myself to look away, and ease into the hallway.

Faelight leads me down the hallway as the crying stops. Feyre is standing outside of the door, eyeing me as I approach.

“Is she here? Is it a she? A he? Feyre, answer me!”

My younger sister laughs. “We don’t know yet. It just happened, Cassian will come get us when it’s time. Nes just wanted it to be the two of them.”

I nod, understandingly. “Okay, good.”

“Don’t worry,” she winks. “You didn’t miss anything.”

She takes me in, then, for the first time. Her eyebrows raise and her lips open, slightly, then turn into a bright smile. “Is that Azriel’s shirt?”

I glance down and curse myself softly. A dress. I wore a dress, today. I pull my robe closer around me and shrug.

Elain!” she practically squeals and I hastily shhh her.

“How was it?”

“Shhh.”

“Was he timid? Was he rough? Oh, was he-”

“Quiet.”

“Is it true about the wingspan?”

Feyre.

The door swings open, leaving us both silent as we take in a sweaty, panting Cassian. His cheeks are red, as if he’s been crying. We both run into the warrior’s arms, the new father, and congratulate him before sneaking further into the room.

Nesta sits propped against her headboard, looking far too pristine for just giving birth, cradling a tiny, brown-haired infant in a bundle of blankets.

She looks at us, pure pride radiating off her. “Meet your aunts, little love,” she whispers, and Feyre and I are instantly by her side.

“It’s a girl,” Cassian says from behind us, exhaustingly, proudly.

“What’s her name?” Feyre asks.

Cassian opens his mouth, but Nesta speaks first. “We don’t know, yet. We can’t agree.”

That doesn’t surprise me.

I take the baby in my arms, and Nesta freezes. “Is that Azriel’s shirt?”

Cassian gasps from behind me, and I turn to find his eyebrows wiggling uncontrollably.

“Wingspan?” Nesta whispers.

“Mmm,” Feyre sighs. “I asked the same thing.”

“You are all ridiculous. A baby was just brought into the world,” I scold.

“We’re discussing this later,” Nesta orders.

“A discussion in which I will also be present for,” Cassian mumbles.

I can’t help but laugh as I look down at the baby sleeping in my arms. If this baby has Nesta’s will and Cassian’s humor…Mother help us all.

“She’s beautiful,” I say, wondering if I will one day be blessed enough to have one of my own. “Will she grow wings?”

“She will,” Cassian sits at the foot of the bed and pulls Nesta’s feet into his lap. “She’ll be able to hide them though, like Rhys, since she’s half High Fae.”

“I hope she doesn’t.” Nesta watches her Mate, her eyes growing misty as the reality of her new life settles in. “I hope she never hides them.”

Tears dwell in Cassian’s eyes, forcing them to pool up in my own. If this child has Nesta’s undying love and Cassian’s goodwill….a queen. This child will be a queen in her own right.

2:30 A.M.

They had to pry me off her. Octavia, they named her. Strong. Beautiful. Kind.

Azriel and Rhysand found us mere minutes after Feyre and I entered the room. Mor snuck in not five minutes after them, and we all wept, joyfully, for the new member of the Court of Dreams.

We passed her around while she cried and watched us curiously with her gray-blue eyes, the eyes of our mother. Azriel stayed close to me, his hand constantly brushing mine, for the majority of the night, having gone to get himself another shirt before joining us. You look much better in my clothes than I do, he told me at one point, making me blush furiously among our circle.

Rhys eyed my shirt curiously throughout the whole ordeal and I am convinced Feyre spoke to him through the bond, most likely promising him details later, because he eventually stopped.

Now, my heart is overwhelmed as I lie awake, tracing circles on Azriel’s bare chest. He’s breathing, softly, steadily, sleeping like everyone else. My mind is running wild, though, at this newfound romance, at the birth of my beautiful Octavia.

I laugh, silently, to myself and snuggle up next to my Illyrian warrior, my fallen angel. I fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat, his hands holding me tightly against him, his wings wrapped around us both, and I thank the Cauldron my life didn’t turn out the way I thought it would.

PLL 7x14 Power Play - (long, sorry!) Thoughts

- Yep, one of the best episodes of the series. Call me dramatic, whatever. But in my opinion, it was. The story was constantly moving and I loved that. That is all I need to classify a PLL episode as good. And, combined with answers.. they had a formula for success. I wished I recorded myself watching it because I genuinely had a smile on my face from start to end, and two particular reveals got a great reaction out of me. Even the romance scenes I appreciated. Ugh, such a good episode! So many feels. Happy, intense, OMG, frustrated, emotional.

- Well… after this post, you know where I’m off to… my unanswered questions post! Finally I get to cross off more! SHOUTOUT TO US TUMBLR FANS FOR THEORISING EVERY SINGLE ANSWER WE GOT TONIGHT WITH 100% ACCURACY!! 

- I don’t know how you guys did it, but theorising that Ted is Charlotte’s father… what the hell! I always dismissed that theory. I thought it was too out-there. But it happened! I was sooooo shocked. I thought Ted was just a random guy from the church that liked Ashley. End of story. Apparently not end of story! Loved it. There is no way they had that planned all the way back then. I really do think that Ted was brought to the show just to be a love interest for Ashely. Then they created the Charles story and realised “oh shit, we need a male to be Charlotte’s father. Lucky we made a character like Ted!” I refuse to believe they intended to use Ted for more than just a pastor in love with Ashley. Anyway, not that that matters. I’m happy with this answer.

- Last week I complained that PLL has severely lacked good production since the dollhouse episodes; production in the sense of unique camera angles, music, etc. Well today they finally returned to its glory. The ending scene was so good and dramatic with the music, that camera angle where Ali finds her hidden puzzle piece and also when Mary steps out from behind the door to reveal herself with Ted… little things like that, I appreciate. 

- The reveal that Lucas knew CHARLES… wow!!! OMG!! I actually said “no fucking way” for once in a few years in PLL. They’re going somewhere with this. Lucas built that board game, he is an app developer and has the resources/money. 

- Another reveal that made me actually throw my blanket off and sit up… when they actually SHOWED that scene from 4B of Mary creeping up on Spencer!! We all kind of guessed that it was Mary in that scene, but to actually SEE the writers SHOW US that link very explicitly rather than let us just guess… it was AMAZING. I hope the series finale is like that, where they actually SHOW us past scenes like that, rather than expect us to make the links. Such a good scene, learning the backstory behind that.

- Mary killed Jessica. I knew it! I was not shocked one bit. But hey. After 7 seasons of this craziness, I am totally happy to take logic over shock. “Sydney killed Jessica!” like no. Get lost. Zero logic. Mary killed Jessica, yeah, I’ll take it!

- People are probably disappointed that it was Sydney under the hoodie… I told myself it’s not AD so I was expecting someone like that. I was happy with that.

- Aria going dark.. I’m all in. But please don’t cause a massive divide in the group. The small divides it causes now is fine, but I don’t want to spend the final 6 episodes with the girls pissed off at each other/Aria.

- Amongst all the storylines going on, they still managed to have scenes relevant to Archer. Thank god! See, that’s what we want. Forget the ping pong, and just keep us updated on other side mysteries like that. We don’t have to solve the side mystery, but just keep mentioning them in the ‘filler’ scenes. That’ll keep us going until the finale.

- I thought finding out who killed Jessica, and that Ted is Charlotte’s father, would be enough for this episode. Nope, they revealed what we’ve all been thinking since August last year! Emison fans on Twitter telling Marlene to go kill herself: fuck off. NEVER wish that upon anyone. As if I’m actually saying that. I know Emison fans are really passionate, and rightfully so, but chilllllll. Spencer said it very well: they are feeling violated. Emily isn’t saying “yippee, let’s have a baby Ali!!” Yes it’s controversial, yes it’s diving into areas of rape, but don’t tell a woman to kill herself.

- Not gonna lie. I did laugh at AD’s hoodie talking to Aria. The concept was cool but it looked far too fake. This show never is good with visual effects and stuff like that (*cough* CeCe watching the girls in the window in 610 *cough*)

- Shoutout to Paily. I really enjoyed their scenes. All of them. I was a shipper of Paily during season 4 and so this brought me right back to those good old days. Paige has barely smiled since she came back in 7B so it was so good to see her be happy for once. 

- There was one thing that someone said that really made me think Spencer has a twin!!! I can’t remember what it is! I’ll rewatch later in the week and update you all.

- Thank god Ezra is being dismissive of Nicole. I mean, it’s sad for Nicole, but at the end of the day and putting realism aside, just get lost Nicole. Ezria is endgame and you’re just making PLL fans frustrated.

- Next week’s promo!! Directed by Troian!!!!!!!!!! Wren’s return!! “Every theory I come up with leads back to you” is Furey hinting towards a Spencer twin? Not that he knows, but if all his research keeps pointing to a Spencer, it’s only a matter of time before he finds something? It is in 2 weeks but I’m so happy because it means the finale is pushed out to when my uni exams finish!

- 9/10. I can’t give it 10/10 because I’ve forgotten what a perfect PLL episode feels like. It’s been way too long. Maybe this is what a perfect PLL episode feels like? Again, I can’t remember. But it’s up there!

- Sorry this is long, but hey, 6 to go. Need to summarise it all and it’s better than sharing thoughts all over the place with scattered messages. Compare this to 712, which never even got a post!

Title: Better Off Beautiful
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Peter Maximoff x Reader
Warnings: Self-hatred
Word Count: 1,090
Notes: Request from anon for “Helloooooooooo! I love your blog! I was wondering if you could write a Peter Maximoff fic based off ‘Better Off Dead’ by Sleeping With Sirens where the reader seriously (COMPLETELY) hates herslef and one day Peter just finds a notebook in her room where she has a long-ass list of things to hate about herself? Its a bit weird but could you maybe write this? Tysm!!😙😙” // Always remember that you should work towards loving yourself entirely on your own, rather than wishing for someone to come along and make it so. Everyone is beautiful and perfect in their own way, regardless of the opinions of others. I really hope this fic made you feel a bit better, but please remember that you must love yourself first and foremost. ♥

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Got7 trying *but kinda failing* at Valentine's Day

Group(s) & Members(s): Got7

Genre: fluff 

Warnings: none

A/N: Surprise I’m finally here with something! sorry i’ve been gone, life is crazy yall. The order in which they appear are Jackson, Mark, Youngjae, Jinyoung, Jaebum, Yugyeom & Bambam. please ignore any typos or errors im too lazy to edit this rn i’ll get around to it eventually. 


Jackson: 

Jackson is THE MOST about Valentines. He’s all about the ~romance~ and all about getting alllll the cliche gifts like chocolates and roses, despite you telling him that you didn’t really care about those sorts of things. You walk into your apartment to find the biggest teddy bear you’ve ever seen and you know Jackson is behind it when you hear his suppressed giggles. “Isn’t this great Y/N!” and tbh he seems more excited about it than you are so you get the feeling that he mainly bought it for himself. After dinner he takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom, stopping only to tell you to cover your eyes. “Wait right here while I go get your present” and you feel like you’re waiting forever and after the 5 minute mark you get worried so you call out to him. He doesn’t respond and instead all you hear are some suppressed grunts. Finally you give in and head to where the noise was coming from. You burst into immediate laughter when you find him, shirtless with his arms tangled up in black and red lace. His eyes go wide when he sees you, “GIRLS ALWAYS GET TO WEAR LINGERIE SO I THOUGHT I WOULD TRY IT TO BE SEXY FOR YOU BUT I’M STUCK”. After laughing for a good 10 minutes at him you finally grab some scissors and free him. 

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Jealous

Originally posted by carpelunam



Summary: Y/N sees their best friends from high school and Tyler gets a little jealous.

Word Count: 1000

Pairing: Tyler Scheid x Reader


“Y/N, guess who’s here?”

I looked up from my phone and was shocked to see my best friends from high school standing in the door way. I hadn’t kept in touch with them as much as I wanted to so we hadn’t seen each other since our senior year, and now that they were here I couldn’t keep in my excitement. 

“Oh my god! Ian, Brandon! What’s up guys?”

“Your friend, Bella, here found us on Facebook I guess and invited us over.”

I got up from my seat on the couch and gave them both a huge hug. We sat back down on the couch and they told me about how Brandon had gotten engaged to Kiana Walker, A.K.A the girl he had a major crush on since freshman year. We talked for almost a half an hour until the door rang. Bella walked out of the kitchen and opened the door, allowing Tyler to walk in.

“Hey Tyler!” He smiled at me but it fell when he saw the two guys sitting next to me.

“Who’s this?”

“Oh, these are my friends from high school, Brandon and Ian.”

“Mhm.” Much to my surprise, he dropped the grocery bag he was holding and walked over to me, pressing his lips to mine. He held my head still with one hand but pushed me back into the couch, using the other hand to hold himself up. I raised an eyebrow but kissed him back. He pulled back for a second only to press his face into my neck. I giggled as his stubble tickled my skin but when I saw the weird looks I was getting from the others, I pushed him back lightly. He didn’t move at first and pressed a kiss to my ear.

“If they touch you I’ll kill them.” With that he stood up, grabbed the grocery bag, and walked into the kitchen.

It took a while for what happened to process but when it did a wide grin enveloped my face. I slowly stood up and Bella stared at me oddly from the kitchen doorway.

“What was that about?”

“He was jealous.” It was said in somewhat disbelief. Tyler always showed affection, even if we were just watching TV alone, he’d always wrap his arm around me and whisper cute, little things into my ear. Like when we watched The Notebook, he told me that he would build me something way better than just a house, like a castle. That’s when I’d smirk and tell him to shut up and watch the movie, to which he’d just laugh into the crook of my neck. Whenever we went out for coffee he would tell the barista to make a heart with the steamed milk and he would act like he didn’t, and it was just fate telling us that we were a perfect couple. When I come home from a long day at work I’d go into the bathroom to find a bubble bath made and tons of candles lit all over the room while Tyler laid on the bed with nothing but a bath towel and a shit-eating grin on his face.  

Even so, he never got jealous. He made it a point that everyone knew that he wasn’t the jealous type. So now that I’ve caught him being exactly what he’s tried so hard to prove he’s not, I’m a little excited. Ian looked back and forth from me to the kitchen.

“So I take it that’s your boyfriend?”

But I was already making my way into the kitchen where Tyler was angrily shoving pepperonis onto the pizza that Bella was previously working on. I tried to force down the smile that wanted to appear as I wrapped my arms around his torso and pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades. He tensed up at first but quickly relaxed and leaned into my embrace.

“Those poor pepperonis didn’t do anything to you, you should go easy on them. You sometimes forget your ability to intimidate with a simple look.”

“How do I know those pepperonis aren’t planning on doing something to me?” I almost snorted at the fact that we were using pepperonis to symbolize this situation. Despite the somewhat seriousness of it, I couldn’t help but snicker.

“Well one of those pepperonis is engaged and the other one is gayer than my uncle Frank.” I ran my hands up his sides so that I could cup my hands on his shoulders. “And this pepperoni is taken, so there’s no need to be jealous.”

He suddenly flipped us so that he was pinning me against the counter. His face was hard and his jaw was clenched, which made it incredibly hard to resist the urge to run my finger along his jawline.

“I wasn’t jealous.”

“Mhm. Sure you weren’t, babe. Don’t worry, I was kind of cute.”

He bent down and wrapped his arms around my waist, easily lifting me up and setting me on the counter, making sure to move the pizza first. A small squeak of surprise left my lips but I was cut off by Tyler once again pressing his lips to my own, this time more forcefully. His hands reached up the cup the back of my head and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His hands tangled through my hair and a small groan escaped my lips when he tugged at the hairs at the nape of my neck.

“Um, guys? Please tell me you’re not making out on top of that pizza that I slaved over.” We pulled apart and I felt the blood rush to my cheeks but Tyler only grunted and lifted me up. He put a hand on the back of my thigh to keep me up and began to walk up the stairs. I sent an embarrassed look to Bella but she was too busy silently laughing to acknowledge my distress, bent over with her hands holding her stomach.

Unforgiving

Originally posted by adaav

This is for @deals-with-demons​​​ Sarah’s 200 Followers Celebration. I got the prompt ‘Yeah I get it you have feelings for me, I don’t give a damn’. I went with past Sam x Reader. And present Dean x Reader. 

Characters: Y/n (GENDER NEUTRAL) , Sam, Dean

Pairing: Past Sam x Y/n,  Dean x Y/n 

Warnings: Angst, dickish Sam, mentions of cheating (not proper cheating, but it’s kinda there), arguing, language, like 1 sentence of smut. More angst and heartbroken Sam. 

Word Count: 1798

Summary: Sam finds the person he messed everything up with, intent on fixing everything. But will his apology be accepted?

A/N: Ok, so some angst cos…this quote kinda screamed it. Guess there’s a sort of dickish reader? Not in my opinion, but maybe u’ll think that. I think he deserves it. Either way, hope u like it!!

Tagged Peeps: @waywardsons-imagines@whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname@sallyp-53@salvatorexwinchester@helvonasche@notnaturalanahi@wayward-mirage@riversong-sam@nerdflash@miss-miep@impala-dreamer@mypeopleskillsarerusty0203@greek-geek481@chelsea072498@deals-with-demons@plaidstiel-wormstache@impalaimagining@deathtonormalcy56​ @scorpiongirl1 @the-latina-trickster@aingealcethlenn@squirels-angels-and-moose@meganwinchester1999@cubs2019-blog@lucifer-in-leather@p–trick​​

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Did he really have to be here?

Was it just a coincidence that he managed to be in the exact same state as you, going to the exact same city, town and finding the exact same bar you just so happened to be in?

You shook your head, trying to focus on your drink, knowing your peace would be interrupted.

Of course, he strode over to you, just looming over you as his gaze was focussed on you and only you.

You tried your hardest to ignore him, but his huffing and his radiating heat just pissed you off.

“What the fuck do you want?” you snapped, not really caring how harsh you were being. He deserved it.

“I…I just saw you here. Thought we could catch up”.

You scoffed. He sounded so unconvincing. Damn bastard.

“Yea. Ok. Cos you didn’t track me down or get into contact with all your hunter buddies, right?”

You scowled at him, Sam flinching at the hate that was pouring out of you.

He wasn’t used to this. This wasn’t…this wasn’t how he was used to you looking at him.

Once upon a time, you looked at Sam as though he was the love of your life. The one man you’d be with forever.

But now…now there was just disgust and resentment.

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Annoying tutor Jimin (but also my biggest crush)

Headcanon. I don’t even know how this appeared in my head, it just did. JK is a friend of Jimin’s brother and is terrible at math. Jimin helps him with math and he keeps being a lil shit until Jimin stops studying with him… It’s nothing much, but maybe someone will like it. :)

• „Okay now, do this equation – number five on the second page,” Jimin quickly runs his eyes over the textbook in front of him and waits for Jungkook to scribble down the numbers.

• Jungkook’s not moving in a slight way and glares at Jimin. “There’s no need. I won’t do any more exercises.”

• Jimin sighs. For almost two hours he tried to go over the math with Jungkook, and for almost two hours Jungkook tortured him the same way as he always does when they study alone. He was supposed to help both his little brother Jihyun and Jungkook, his brother’s best friend. But once again, Jihyun went on a date with his new girlfriend and left him all alone with this little punk. It was true that Jihyun didn’t need Jimin’s help as much as Jungkook – he was passing all his tests and improved significantly ever since Jimin took his time to help him with everything. Still, Jimin wished he was here, because in his presence Jungkook behaves more like a person than just an ass.

• Jimin stares right back at Jungkook, trying to control his irritation. Jungkook was just two years younger than Jimin, celebrating his sixteen birthday month ago, yet Jimin would swear he’s thirteen, tops. “I don’t care, Jungkook. But did you at least understand what we practiced today?”  

• Jungkook’s lips curls in a grimace and he groans. “No. No, because I hate fuckin’ math. And I hate you.” Jimin just rolled his eyes, same old song. “I don’t understand how Jihyun can live with you in one house! How can he even like you! You’re so annoying,” he huffs.

• Jimin is still watching him, now little disappointed, because really? Nothing fresh to use to insult him? He heard this one – about his brother and living under one roof – many times before.

• “It’s a good idea, Jimin,” his mother said. “You will help Jihyun and Jungkook can learn, too! He’s such a sweet boy.” Sweet boy his ass. Jungkook acted like sweet little angel every time he visited their house with Jihyun. Jimin’s parents loved him. Hell, even Jimin loved him at first those years ago when he met him for the first time. Jungkook was just cute. And he still is, with his big chocolate eyes, messy brown hair and smiling expression, even without actual smile. Unbelievable, how deceiving looks can be.  

• “Well maybe you wouldn’t have to spend so much time with me, if you’d check those goddamn exercises for once. But you’re still on a level of first grader, so sorry for trying to help you.”

• Jungkook flashes his eyes over Jimin’s face, almost like he was trying to stab him with bare sight. “I don’t need your fucking help.”

• Jimin shrugs, fed up with Jungkook’s attitude, and starts packing all the things. “Okay,” he says, for the millionth time in past weeks. The thing with Jungkook was that even when he was acting like little shit, his mom always paid Jimin more than enough for finding the time to tutor him, even when he helped both his brother and Jungkook at the same time. For just two hours it was nice amount of money.

• “This time I’m serious Jimin. You’re not helping me at the slightest, I don’t like you and I will find someone else!” With curious look, Jungkook waits for Jimin to react.

• “Okay,” Jimin shrugs once again before finishing packing up, says bye to Jungkook and leaves his room.

• After the door closes, Jungkook throws himself onto his bed and punches his pillow repeatedly in frustration which is not caused by math or Jimin’s tutoring.

• “So how was it yesterday?” Jihyun asks Jungkook, waiting for first class of the day to start. It’s math and they’re gonna have an exam.

• “Useless. He’s a terrible tutor and he’s so annoying. How can you stand him, being your brother?” Jungkook huffs.

• “Watch your mouth you prick,” Jihyun never understood where this antipathy for Jimin is coming from. His brother was the sweetest person to Jihyun, always helped him; was smart, funny and overall perfect. And when he explains all of the math equations to him, it really helps – that, however, doesn’t seem to be Jungkook’s case. But even though he badmouths Jimin, he never, even once, tried to find someone else to help him study.

• “I don’t want him as my tutor anymore. As much as I like you, I can’t stand your brother,” Jungkook continues and Jihyun rolls his eyes.

• “Okay, Kook. If you fail even this test, I will tell Jimin to not help you anymore. He has better things to do with his free time anyway, you know.”

• “Good.” Jungkook bites inside of his cheeks, frowning at his hands.

Not-so-surprisingly, Jungkook fails the exam, achieving five points out of thirty.

• Jihyun tells Jimin that there’s no longer need for him to help Jungkook with math, as it seems that he’s really not helping and Jungkook will find someone else. Jimin is slightly saddened – he liked the money he received for tutoring him. For a short while he can’t help but wonder if Jungkook really hates him that much – after all, Jimin never did anything bad to him.

• Jungkook gets in huge fight with his parents when they find out about his latest grade. Immediately, they find new tutor, young college student.

• Poor guy runs out of Jungkook’s room not even half an hour after he started to tutor him. Jungkook did his best to scare him off. He managed to do the same with next one, pretending he’s possessed by some supernatural force.

• He never really thought Jimin will stop tutoring him. There’s no way he will let anyone else to sit with him like that and explain all of those things to him, except Jimin. He wants him back (he didn’t want to get rid of him in first place, but it’s not like he would ever admit it to his parents or Jihyun.)

• Jimin receives a phone call from Jungkook, who politely asks him to come and help him once again, because, allegedly, “This hella guy just stopped coming.”

• Jimin doesn’t even know why, but he decides that okay, he will help his brother’s friend once again – after all, it was the first time for Jungkook to ask for his help.

• When he walks in Jungkook’s bedroom he finds him sitting on the bed, surrounded by few cans of beer and packs of salty goods.

• “What’s that?”

• Jungkook gives him uncertain look and jerks his chin towards the small empty space on his bed. “I thought I will… apologize today. Sorry, Jimin, I lied. I like it when you study with me.”

• Jimin’s not sure what to think about it, but he carefully sits next to Jungkook and takes a beer that Jungkook hands him. “How did you even get these?” Jimin asks and Jungkook just grins. “That’s a secret. Cheers.”

• So they sit on the bed, eat some junk and drink “secret” beer while chatting about silly things. Jungkook finishes his second can of the beverage just as Jimin’s telling him a story about their homeroom teacher, when he can’t help himself but kiss the older guy. Jimin just looked so… kissable at that moment, with smiling eyes, hands clutched around the can, lips wet with the beer he sipped just seconds ago.

• Jungkook’s not moving his hands at first, but then he remembers what to do and let them tangle in Jimin’s hair. His heart stops for a second when Jimin’s lips finally move against his. It doesn’t take long for Jimin to push Jungkook off.

• He’s in shock. What was that? Did he like the way Jungkook kissed him? What the fuck? Was this all Jungkook’s plan all along?

• “What the fuck Jungkook?” Jimin jumps off the bed with shocked expression and Jungkook notices the glimpse of hurt in his eyes. “Do you hate me so much you planned this as a way to… humiliate me?!” With back of his hand he wipes the saliva off his mouth.

• Jungkook feels panicked. Yes, he sort of planned this, but not to humiliate Jimin! He had no idea he will kiss him, all he wanted was for Jimin to tutor him again and for himself to stop being an ass to Jimin.

• “N-no! No, Jimin! I’m sorry if—“

• Jimin grabs his bag and shakes his head in disbelief. “You even tried to get me drunk, is that so? I can’t believe I thought for a second you’re serious about being sorry. Oh my.” Jimin turns on his heel and runs through the door. He doesn’t hear Jungkook calling for him, neither the thump of Jungkook, falling into his pillow as he did so many times before.

• Honestly, Jimin’s not sure what pisses him off more. The way he felt so comfortable with that brat after all those things he said to him in past, the naivety of his when he took the beer Jungkook gave him or just the fact that he fucking answered the kiss and almost made out with his little bro’s shitty friend (and liked the feeling of his lips on his own).

• Never before someone disrespected him this much. Jimin stormed into his house, ran up the stairs and slammed the door behind him. What the fuck. What the fuck… Did Jihyun say something to Jungkook? It was not even a year ago that Jimin came out to his family as homosexual. He thought nobody else knows – but now… No, Jihyun would never do it.

• The next day Jimin sits in his room, reading, when he hears some voices outside his door. He tries to run towards the door and lock it when he realizes that one of them is Jungkook, but it’s too late and Jungkook suddenly burst through the door, closing them behind him.

• “Jimin – just hear me out please.”

• Jimin takes small steps backwards, just to be as far from Jungkook as possible. “Get out. Get out of this room. You really don’t have any boundaries, do you?”

• Jungkook almost looks like he’s about to cry. His hands are gripping bunch of papers and notepads and he take a small step towards Jimin.

• “Get. Out!”

• “Please Jimin, I’m so sorry about yesterday, but it wasn’t like that at all! I really just wanted to apologize and ask you to tutor me again!” He nervously shifts on his feet.

• Jimin barks. “Really, that’s why your mouth was all over mine, right? As a peace offering!”

• Jungkook looks hurt now, big eyes staring at Jimin. “No. I just- okay. Okay. I just wanted to kiss you. I wasn’t thinking about it – only thought I had was how pretty you are,” Jimin laughs again, but Jungkook continues. “That is… that is why I couldn’t stand you studying with me. I think you’re too pretty and I – I don’t know why, but I think I like you.”

• Jimin glares at him, judgingly. “Nice try, you prick. Please, leave now…”

• “No. No, I didn’t tell anybody, but I’m not that bad with math,” claims Jungkook hurriedly. “I was just… trying to… I’m not good at this, it’s awkward!”

• “Oh god Jungkook, just…” Jimin’s about to say something, but Jungkook shoves all of those papers and notebooks in his face. “Look!” he says. “These are all those exercises I was practicing for last month. Just – look over them, I’m not lying!”

• With raised eyebrow, Jimin flips through few pages and his eyes jump over scribbled notes in corners of the pages like: “Jimin said A = 1,5! Remember this!!!” or “Solve this like Jimin – his way is better!”

• Jungkook’s not lying; dozens of pages are all filled with equations, numbers and notes. Jimin looks at him, confused. “What—“

• “Sorry Jimin. I don’t know why but I just… I guess I like you. Like I know it’s weird. You’re Jihyun’s older bro, but – trust me – in no way I meant to disrespect you yesterday!” Jungkook watches his shoes and slowly turns towards the door. “That’s all – I’m sorry – I get why you don’t like me…”

• Jimin thinks for a second, then walks over to Jungkook and grabs his hand. Younger male looks at him, surprised.

• “You’re a really stupid kid, you know?” Jimin stares at him but there’s no anger in his face. “You can’t act like this if you want someone to like you.”

• Jungkook doesn’t know what else to do, so he just nods.

• “I will start to tutor you again,” says Jimin and Jungkook smiles.

• “Really?!”

• “And we could maybe work on your behavior towards your crush, don’t you think?” Jimin gently grabs Jungkook’s other hand too, smiling nervously.

• On his following exam (month later) Jungkook achieves a “C” with ease. Jihyun facepalms over his excited rambling and watches him, as Jungkook types a text to Jimin.

• “Was this all really necessary? If you liked my brother, you could’ve just told me earlier…” he whines. Jungkook just punches his arm as he grins over his phone, now reading a response from Jimin. “I’m proud of you, brat ♥

BTS - Having a foreign girlfriend who has to return home.

Request: Hi can I request a reaction of bts having a foreigner girlfriend and finding out their girlfriend is leaving back to America forever? Would bts after them? How would they react? Please happy ending. Thank you sooo muchThank you so much for the request!

A/N: So this may of turned out longer than I expected, I wrote two version before this a lot shorter, but tumblr crashed both times, but I’m even more happy with how this turned out :)


Kim Namjoon

You knew that it was all about timing when it came to telling Namjoon that you had to go back home, but this time it wasn’t only for a few days or for a week, it was quite possibly for good and you wasn’t  quite sure on when you would return, or if you’d ever have enough money to giving the money struggles your family were having back home. When you started this relationship, you both accepted the fact that you wouldn’t be able to stay there forever, but when you tried to drop hints recently Namjoon either completely blanked you or changed the subject completely.

The both of you were sat on the couch, cuddled up watching a movie in the comfort of your apartment that you were temporarily renting while you stayed there.

“Namjoon, I have something I need to tell you” you mumbled as you buried your face into his chest. 

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I love how everyone’s perception of health and fitness is alway evolving to include mental health and not just physical strength/being lean/being thin etc.

I’ve always felt out of place, uncomfortable and anxious when out, when in groups, when faced with doing something new or out of my routine. I manifested this anxiety in very self destructive ways; over and under eating, purging, excessive (sometimes 3 times a day!) trips to the gym and self harm.

Although I still struggle with some of these problems day-to-day, the feeling of isolation is far less since discovering this amazing (most of the time, don’t get me wrong, tumblr isn’t perfect) site and community. I feel safe on here when I’m having a bad day, I feel welcome, appreciated and encouraged on here.

Finding other people who struggle with mental health, and who are ensuring that they live their best lives are my everyday role models.

Girls like @aubernutter like @oatsnjen and so so many others are so jaw droppingly inspiring that it makes me so happy to see how far they have come and how much peace they have found in the last few years, and even more that they are still so open about both their good AND bad days.

Girls. I both salute and thank you, and so many others like you, for making me (and I imagine many many others) feel safe, and not alone in this fight.

Donald Pierce / Logan Imagine

Words: 3, 892

Warnings: Experimentation, kidnapping.

Tags: @your-brieflycrazydonut

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You were sitting at the kitchen table, slowly sipping at a bowl of soup, watching as Caliban ironed the pile of clothes that lay stacked on the couch. He glanced up at you.
“What’s on your mind?”
Putting your spoon down, you sighed heavily. “Just a headache… Again…”
“Grab the Ibuprofen. Drawer to your right.”
Twisting in your seat, you reached over, and popped two pills into your mouth. Leaning over, you drowned them with a sip of water.
You heard Charles suddenly blurt out mixed words from the empty tank Logan kept he in. Agonized memories attempting to resurface through his gibberish. You swallowed, taking a deep breath as you tried not to think about him. What he used to be, what he was now… The Westchester incident…
Caliban then the iron down, and looked over his shoulder. You straightened your back, pursing your lips slightly, watching him as he looked out the window. “Caliban?”
“Logan’s back-Something’s wrong-” His voice trailed off, and you barely heard the last couple of words.
“Wasn’t he supposed be gone for a few days?” That’s what you had heard, anyway. 

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11 reasons why Vorona is amazing

1. She has her own unique perception of the world 

“All I wanted was to test the limits of human strength. A question I couldn’t resolve just by reading books. Before I knew it, it had become my reason for living.” 

Vorona emerges as a unique female character with her perception of the world. Volume 5 delves into her past and her goal of life which gives her perception of the world. She is an information collector since a young age, and along with her abnormal impulse to test human strength and fragility, fighting and killing is just a form of information collection for her, one she has dedicated her life to.


2. She has relatable human weaknesses

“I am weak. Which means, everything I’ve done up till now, has been……”

Vorona is a shell of her former self for most of Volume 7. The cool freelance assassin image throughout Volume 5 and 6 is gone, and she’s revealed to be not flawless and definitely not perfect. After failing in her goal, she becomes depressed and doubtful despite her individuality and uniqueness as a human being, and finds it hard to look to the future - and has human weaknesses. She glares at Shizuo, but the anger is directed towards herself.


3. She has a strong will independent of other people

“Stronger……I want to become stronger. Stronger even than that man, harder than a diamond, and more grand than the tundra! If only I could destroy Heiwajima Shizuo……Surely…… Wouldn’t I be able to obtain unwavering perfection?” 

For someone who had their life goal destroyed right before their eyes, Vorona picks herself back up quickly. When an opportunity comes to her, she is adaptable and resourceful, using it as a chance to remember her life goal. She had just been defeated, lost Slon and saved by her father whom she cut ties with and her image took a beating for the worse. While she wallows in her feelings for some time, she recovers in less than a day and finds her resolve and objective back in defeating Shizuo.


4. She doesn’t acknowledge her strength and beauty 

“…… Negative. I am not beautiful, or smart, and I am certainly not stro-……” 

Intelligence, beauty, strength - Vorona doesn’t care for any of these. She doesn’t read books because she wants to be smart, she does it because she likes books and likes gathering information. She cares for neither the stereotypical feminine quality of beauty nor the stereotypical masculine quality of strength. Physical strength for her is a way for her to satisfy her abnormal impulse to test human strength and fragility. Beauty for her is non-existent in the scheme of things. She doesn’t care for her naturally attractive physical appearance in her goal.


5. She doesn’t let herself be defined by societal expectations of her gender

“…… When it came to death, I was to be first. I had firmly believed this…… In the motherland, as I was a woman, my more foolish enemies would let their guards down. As a result, Slon and I were able to survive.” 

While Vorona cares less for feminine qualities like beauty, she is aware that she is a woman. Yet she doesn’t let herself be defined by her gender. When Simon and Dennis didn’t want to teach her skills for killing because she was a young girl, she went to get experience on her own by fighting gangs and eventually defeating an enemy organization. When faced with her enemies underestimating her because of her gender, Vorona does not allow their perception to affect her. She’s opportunistic and takes advantage of the fact in order to survive in their harsh world. She even believes that if they were in danger of death, she should be the first to die, completely subverting the notion that women were to be protected. 


6. She accepts people’s actions even though it goes against her logic

“…… Why are these two even doing this? Denis and Samya… Setting up a shop in a place like this, I can’t help but think there’s something wrong with them. No, I won’t pry into it.” 

Despite being a logical-minded individual, Vorona doesn’t pry into Simon’s and Dennis’s business even though their actions contradict with her logic. To her Dennis could have made a killing under Lingerin and she doesn’t understand why he and Simon chose to live in the peaceful country to the extent of spending all their savings in their new business. Yet Vorona who has only known a life of fighting and killing alongisde Dennis and Simon has enough respect for them who didn’t pry into her business, to return the favor and accept their choice.


7. She makes bookworms look cool

“Half work, half hobby. Satisfying my own desire. Obtaining monetary reward on top of that. No problem exists. The world today is still permanently beautiful.” 

Vorona is unlike the stereotypical bookworm girl. Even though she loves reading and can answer people’s questions she’s not portrayed as the stereotypical bespectacled nerdy bookworm girl. She shows that spending time with books gives you knowledge. While she is a twisted character with her notions of knowledge, she can satisfy her own desire, is an experienced fighter, took a job as a freelance assassin to confirm her knowledge - and brings a cool factor into the notion of bookworm.


8. She learns to care for people and shows it 

“Shizuo-senpai - is human. The need to become a beast - is nil.”

For someone isolated since young and grew up fighting and killing for a goal only she could understand, Vorona has a kind heart. Although it was more of her physical weakness that caused her frustration at Slon being taken away, she is still genuinely glad to see that he is alive. Even though Shizuo had become her objective and killing him became her goal for living, when she had spent peaceful days with him, she found herself missing them. She chose her way of life over the peaceful life with him but saved him from the crane even though she knew firsthand his durability. And for the first time, she wanted to kill someone, Izaya, not for herself but for someone she cared about; Shizuo. 


9. She acknowledges her way of life

“I don’t have the right to live a peaceful life in a peaceful country.”

Vorona doesn’t try to be someone she’s not. She knows she’s a bad person, and doesn’t give herself excuses for her actions. She runs away because she doesn’t want to face Shizuo and feels lonely because he is not in her old memories, but she ultimately acknowledges and accepts the twisted human being she is. The culmination of her character development occurs in the scene where she tries to kill Izaya so Shizuo would not become a monster, saying she has been from the start a beast that enjoyed killing. She recognized that Shizuo is not a monster from their peaceful days. In returning to her identity and abnormal impulse, she protected Shizuo’s peaceful life at the same time.


10. She doesn’t have a love interest

“Ikebukuro, I like. Half disappointment, half jealousy. A shred of hope. That, is precisely love… I decided on loving Ikebukuro. I affirm.”

Durarara is a story of twisted love, and Vorona is the only female character, woman in Durarara who doesn’t/didn’t have/had a love interest. Anri has Mikado, Celty has Shinra, Mika has Seiji, Saki has Masaomi, Akane is still a kid, Sayaka had her husband, Mikage liked Izaya in high school, Haruna loves Nasujima, Non likes Chikage, Mairu and Kururi like Kasuka and each other, Namie loves Seiji, Ruri loves Kasuka, Earthworm likes Lizard (Nakura), Erika may have Yumasaki, Manami could have had a failed relationship, Kujiragi loves Shinra. 

In contrast, Vorona’s story is not about romantic love. She cannot love anyone because she doesn’t even love herself. She doesn’t understand love, familial or romantic. She reflected that she couldn’t determine whether love was a necessity for her life because she never felt the feeling of love, but acquired peace with Shizuo instead of love. Her story is about a female character finding her identity and struggling between it and the peaceful life she could have with her first friend outside her job, who gave her ‘a strong connection to the world’ - the fulfillment from the situation of being alive itself. 

Her motivation is herself, her desire to test human strength and fragility, including that of herself. Her source of conflict is also herself, who had experienced a peaceful life for the first time. Her story is purely about herself, which is rare for a female character. She goes against the trope that a woman has to have a love story or love interest. In a story of twisted love, she holds twisted love not for a man but for the city of Ikebukuro itself.


11. She’s a unique individual

No quotes needed. She just is.

How Would You Feel

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Inspired by How Would You Feel (Paean) by Ed Sheeran. Steve and the reader want to say those three special words to each other, but can’t seem to find the right moment.

A/N: Is anyone else loving Ed Sheeran’s new album? The whole album is available to listen for free on his YouTube page if you’re interested! Expect more one shots like this with some of the other songs off the album soon!

You are the one, girl
And you know that it’s true
I’m feeling younger
Every time that I’m alone with you

You giggled as Steve continued to tickle your sides. “Steve, please,” You tried to get out of his grasp, but the more you struggled the more Steve felt tempted to tickle you more.

A huge smile was plastered on his face. Finally, he relaxed his hands and wrapped them lovingly around your waist, pulling you to sit on his lap on the couch. Now would of been the perfect time for either one of you to say it. The two of you were alone and having a nice time.

I love you.

You contemplated it. He contemplated it as well, but instead the two of you sat in a comfortable silence, both wanting to wait until the time was right.

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