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Fall For You (M) | 03 (Final)

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Summary: You hate a lot of things about Jeon Jungkook; you hate his arrogance, his reputation, and his pet name for you to name a few. But most of all, you hate how right it feels for you to fall into his arms, and how easy it is to fall for him.
Word Count: 13,742
Genre: fuckboy!Jungkook, college au, sprinkling of feelings
A/N: I feel like I’m sending my child to their first day of kindergarten oh my goodness. I hope you guys enjoy the last part!!

Part 01. Part 02 + Drabbles

Mood music: X

A mistake.

It absolutely had to be a mistake.

There was no way you were in love with Jeon Jungkook, absolutely no way in hell you had feelings for him that ran any deeper than discontent. It had been the moment, the conversation with Jungkook, the awe you’d felt when he showed you his forest. You had gotten caught up in that moment, and your mind had tricked itself into thinking you liked Jungkook.

You didn’t love Jungkook.

You loved his dick. And that was all.

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That’s definitely not the first thing that should have come to mind, Kuroo

(tho it looks like no one really minds

aside from bokuto that is)


Karasuno parental unit at their best.

2nd years are in their rebel phase and just keep on tormenting uncle Asahi when no one is looking

erianka said to i-like-to-look-at-your-back:

Pallette 46 pls~ 8D And the word ‘Blueberry Mint’! (could you draw some more Daisuga >w<? I swear, you draw the most adorable Daisuga) Thank you!

perd-son-temps said to i-like-to-look-at-your-back:

palette 55 and… Hum…. Plane ! ^^

crimsoncat21  asked:

I had a dream last night that you were giving a lecture in this giant classroom, and your topic was how gay Trini and Kim are for one another. You had slideshows and a laser pointer and this really cool 3D model. It was incredible.

my blog is a classroom, my posts are my slideshow, IT WASN’T A DREAM AND I WANT A 2k WORDS ESSAY ABOUT HOW GAY THOSE TWO ARE ON MY DESK AT THE END OF THE WEEK also surprise quiz test right now everyone grab a pencil chop chop

Be More Chill / Dear Evan Hansen crossover

  • Connor being the first one to buy a squip
  • he thinks that it’ll help him but it ends up fucking him up 
  • he’s so tired of it that he ends up killing himself not knowing how to get rid of it
  • the squip is the one who tells him to write his name on Evan’s cast
  • when Connor reads Evan’s letter to his psychiatrist he decides to tell him about squips
  • he thinks that maybe it’ll help Evan  
  • Evan not believing him at first
  • still he takes one, thinking that he has nothing to loose
  • it ends up working, so he’s like yay might as well get the best of it
  • he asks his squip to help him with Zoe
  • so the squip does, it tells him to tell Connor’s parents that they were best friends to write the letters, to create the Connor Project and everything 
  • Will Roland, Jared singing michael in the bathroom before Good For You 
  • Evan pushing everyone away, he ends up alone, Zoe is the only one who still talks to him but it’s not the same
  • He starts to feel guilty 
  • Evan slowly figuring out that the squip is an asshole after that
  • Then when he finally fully understands how bad the squip truly is, he wants to tell the truth to everyone 
  • he has an inner battle with the squip 
  • he almost kills himself because of it 
  • but then 
  • Jared happens 
  • Jared had looked for solutions on the internet but couldn’t find anything
  • until finally a guy on warcraft tells him about mountain dew red
  • jared ends up having exactly that
  • because Jared™
  • he rushes to evan and makes him drink it with Zoe’s and Alana’s help
  • Evan being finally free and he telling the truth
  • after that he closes himself from everyone for a few months
  • even facing his mother his hard
  • he begs her to let him change of school even though there’s still only a few months left
  • he just feels so guilty
  • having to see zoe, jared and alana everyday is just to hard
  • evan finally being okay with himself after one year and wanting to see everyone, wanting to explain himself again, to apologize one last time 
  • everyone ends up in the parc and they just have a nice talk/afternoon
  • Evan finally feeling good 

The Bips Are In

  • Victor: *wearing Black Parade Uniform from My chemical romance*
  • Yuri: Don't tell me, he has his emo-phase right now...
  • Victor: What you're speaking about? That's my new costume for this skating season.
  • Yuri: And why is the room full of 'My Chemical Romance' merchandise?
  • Victor: Inspiration.

lunge leg

foreverfangirllove  asked:

Yo, so let's just bring to attention the two most important things of today's stream, one MatPat's background, and two him calling Steph "GodPat" like this is the first time we've heard something-Pat refer to Stephanie and this is very important


I have not seen tonight’s stream yet but wtf I am Hyped now???? Holy shit??

OMG OMG OMGGGGGGGG!!!! The company I applied for, like, about a month ago, finally FINALLY called me!! I was already losing hope when they didn’t call me within the week I applied, but I still WAITED. And after all these weeks, it finally happened today! TvT Also, this might sound strange but I’ve been getting this feeling since last night as if something were about to happen. I’m glad something did happen, that something GOOD did happen! Now I’m up for the final interview (the third one to be exact) this coming Tuesday, AND I SWEAR I’M GONNA GET THIS ONE!

Dead end - Spy!Calum:

Originally posted by malumst

A/n:Hey! Dropping this lil au I’ve had in mind for so long. Hope it’s ok, and I suck at spy names so please excuse that :3 also this was all done on mobile so I’ll try to fix it up once I’m home :3 enjoy!

word count: 3,4k

Plot line: what happens when your boyfriend not only turns out to be a rival spy, but your new target.


“I’ve got him, sir”

You put down your speaker, your hands still tightly grasping the gun you held up. Your feet circled him, cornering him just like a predator terrorizing their prey. Only, he wasn'ta helpless prey; he was a predator himself. His held up gun was mirroring yours, his stance just as tense and alarmed as yours.

It wasn’t your first time standing in that position, and it was definitely far from being your last. However, nothing in your years of training could ever prepare you to face the situation at hand; your gun pointed straight at your boyfriend.

People had lied, saying that the warmest eyes were the brown ones. They had been wrong to assume that those chocolate orbs held nothing but the utmost tenderness in their comforting color. Because as you stood in front of his charging gun, you could swear that no shade of eyes has ever looked at you with as much ferocity as his did at that very moment. The fond eyes you had spent nights assimilating to the earthy ground and to the strong woody forests, held no trace of the warmness that had filled them just one night ago.

“Drop the gun.” You whispered, not trusting your voice. Your hands were shaking but you pushed it to the back of your mind. He didn’t bulge. Nor did he lower his weapon or change his hard glare, his jaw tight as he gave out no reaction to your words.

“Drop the gun and put your hands up, or I will shoot!” Your voice was booming in full force. Your heart was thumping against your chest like the wings of a hummingbird, feeling it constrict as you let your words sink in. And for what could be the first time, you were questioning if you could really own up to your words and pull the trigger.

Could you?

Before you could utter out any other threats, your voice got caught up in your throat as your ears were filled with the familiar, alarming buzz. Your eyes searched for him, his eyes already analyzing your stance. And judging from the distraught look on your face, he could tell the ambush was not from your doing.

You knew that the exits were locked, and you were growing painfully aware of the sound filling up the room, announcing that the ticking bomb you were locked in with was not going to wait much. Your breath got caught up in your chest, helplessness creeping on you as your feet stayed glued to the shaking ground.

Quicker than an eye bat, Calum launched himself at you, his body weighing you down and sending you to the solid ground. His body covered yours as he tried to shelter you as best as he could from the massive destruction threatening the two of you.

His arms were around you, his face hidden in the crook of your neck. Your arms were folded against your chest, your entire body fighting to stop your limbs from shaking. Your eyes were closed shut, and you found yourself thinking it that was it. You didn’t know how powerful the bomb was, and you couldn’t tell if it was about to stop any time soon. So you held onto his body for dear life, thinking that maybe it wasn’t so bad if the sweet warmth of his body was the last thing you felt.

Somwhere between your tumbling thoughts, you failed to notice that the commotion had stopped.

Once the deafening sound faded, Calum’s ears still ringing from the explosion, he lightly lifted himself off of you. He stared at you with confusion etched all over his beautiful features. He couldn’t believe himself; had he really just endangered himself to shield a spy assigned to kill him? Still, he couldn’t help himself, not when he had seen a trace of the person he had kissed the night before; not when he had finally seen a glimpse of you, and not the cold-blooded killer that was on the verge of pulling the trigger.

Not leaving you a chance to say a word, Calum quickly lifted his body off of yours, disappearing in the cloud of smoke. Your head was throbbing, lungs burning due to the smoke -the aftermath of that damn bomb.

You couldn’t process what was going on. All you could remember was glimpses of your backup team rushing it, their words falling into your deaf ears as you were still dazed. Your body was quickly lifted from the cold ground, the familiarity of Luke’s arms easing up your nerves.

“She needs to get checked up! And who the fuck set up that god damned bomb!” His voice, however strong, didn’t shake you one bit. You were used to it. In fact, it brought up some sort of comfort. That was the voice you heard every time you went on a mission, guiding you and telling you exactly when to retreat. Which was exactly why he was angry, even livid -at himself more than anything. How could he not have seen it coming?

“We’ll get him next time.”

Miraculously, you were released no more than an hour later, and you didn’t even need to beg. Once the special doctor had comfirmed that you weren’t injured by the explosion, assuring -a very annoying- Luke that your head and lungs were just fine, you were released to go get some rest.

Heading towards your apartment, it didn’t feel right to step into what had become your sanctuary; your getaway with the person you had dared to call a lover, a friend.

Your relationship with Calum was most natural thing you’ve had in your life, and undoubtedly the one thing you had been so proud of. Never had you imagined that you’d be able to have something so normal and genuine, but somehow you did. Calum had brought up feelings you never knew existed; feelings you thought had been erased by your training.

It hadn’t been planned in any way, and maybe that was the beauty of it all. You didn’t plan on running into this beautiful man, and you certainly didn’t plan on falling in love with the stars in his eyes and the constellations joining the moles peppering his brown skin.

You had been hesitant at first, fearful that your lifestyle would be a constant barrier between the two of you. But somehow, that same hesitance he had displayed gave you enough faith to jump with your eyes closed. You had both been skeptical at first, knowing first-hand that the world is filled with many horrors that put a hold on your trusting abilities. But feelings were catching and hearts melted into each other before you could even stop yourselves.

You hadn’t known it at the time, but your hidden backgrounds had done your relationship well. Secrecy was necessary when it came to your lifestyle, but it came in handy more than once. Calum had never pushed it when you had to leave late at night due to getting called in urgently, just like you never did when he came home during unholy hours of the night.

Knowing that you kept secrets yourself, it never felt right for one of you to push the other to reveal anything. You never questioned it when one of you came back scattered in bruises of which the origin was unknown. Instead, you had learned to tend to each other without asking for too many details.

You were each other’s rocks, your home turning into some sort of haven; a safe place where you didn’t have to keep cold façades and guarded hearts. His arms were always welcoming and loving whenever you came back after a failed mission, ready to sooth you and calm down your erractic heart. His softly hummed lullabies shushed you, anchoring you down and making you forget about the horrors you had witnessed.

And you were always more than willing to repay the favor; cradling him in your arms every time the ghosts of his past came too close for comfort, peppering kisses along the smooth skin of his forehead until the crease in his eyebrows disappeared and he was long lost in a deep slumber.

Calum was the angel in your nightmares, and you were his.

Aside from your classified activities , your relationship was as normal as it could’ve been. You’ve had it all; the bashful stolen glances at each other in the early stages of your relationship; the meaningless fights you forgot about minutes after; the clumsiness and awkwardness of moving in together for the first time; the slow dances late at night when the cruelty of insomnia wouldn’t let the two of you get some much needed rest.

You’ve had it all. But it didn’t matter; none of it did. He wasn’t Calum for you anymore, he wasn’t your boyfriend and lover. He was one thing, and one thing only.

Your next target.

Your eyes darted up from the framed picture you had been examining, the finest hairs in your neck rising upon the new realization that you weren’t alone.

Acting on instinct, you whipped around once you felt the close presence, your foot aiming high towards the intruder’s ribcage. None other than Calum was standing there, his arms fast as he caught your ankle in a tight grip, sending you to the ground in a swift motion.

You knew he was brilliant at what he did; his reputation reaching the ears of everyone in the business. But actually fighting him was a whole new thing.

You were back on your feet in no time. You were running high on adrenaline, flailing everything in sight towards him. You were fully on attack mode, Calum settling for defense as he managed to avoid your every offense.

Every time you threw a punch his way, you couldn’t bare to look at his face; you couldn’t stand the calmness he displayed and the carefulness in his moves, as if he was purposely trying not to harm you more than necessary. It angered you to no end; you were livid, your burning rage fueling your erratic attacks. Beyond that, you were felt hurt, and confused, and betrayed -not that you’d ever let it show.

Suddenly, Calum’s demeanor changed upon realizing that you weren’t about to slow down any time soon. And with the flip of a switch, he was fully attacking you, leaving you startled as you tried to recover from his abrupt change.

His hits were raining at you, instantly cornering you and trapping you to the ground. His hands were pinning your wrists to the wooden ground, leaving your legs free to move -luckily for you. Although, that too wasn’t very helpful, as his legs instantly trapped yours between his strong thighs the minute you attempted to hit.

“Would you fucking calm down! I’m only here to talk!” Calum hissed at you, his breathing as frantic as yours.

“I have nothing to say to a liar like you!” You fired back, anger staining your every word, your eyes never breaking contact with his hard stare.

“Oh please,” he scoffed, “As if you haven’t been lying yourself? You’re just as guilty of this as I am!”

That seemed to have shut you up. You knew you had lied and deceived him as well. You were both stuck in a bloody mess. And it was painfully ironic; how you tore your walls down in front of your rival; how you foolishly fell for the enemy himself.

“Did you know?“ You barely whispered, finally voicing the question that had been stuck in your mind, allowing the hurt to lace your words but only for mere seconds.

“Did you know who I was before? Were you having fun with your sick and twisted game?” You were smiling at him despite the heavy weight of your words. But your smile was twisted in a sickening way he couldn’t recognize on your usually warm features.

“Yeah? Sing me to sleep so you could stab while I’m -”

“Shut the hell up!” Calum roared, his fingers digging in the soft flesh of your wrists. “Had I been planning to kill you, you wouldn’t even be here!” His stare was hard and firm, eyebrows drown together at his words.

“I only knew when you did; when you were introduced as my next target.” His glare softened, in hopes of getting you to trust that he was being painfully truthful. He had only known you as the doting and warm (y/n); the only person he cared so deeply for; the reason for the overwhelming guilt that flooded his mind whenever he was reminded that he was betraying your trust.

However, he was well informed about the Pearl. The outstanding and incredibly cunning Spy, the well-known agent that defied standards and broke worldwide systems. He never needed to see a face -she wasn’t relevant to any of his missions.

Well that was until he was handed a picture of his sweet girl, a red X marking her as his next target. Of course he had tried to understand, hell even object. He was in no way harming his girl. His words were firm and full of anger, demanding to know what the hell was going on! The given answer was short.

“That’s the Pearl. Your next mission.”

“Is that what you came here to do?Huh? Finish your mission?” Your wicked smile didn’t falter; you couldn’t risk letting any emotion leaking through your stone-cold expression. “

I’ve heard a lot about you - viper . Your reputation exeeds you; I hear you’ve got a remarkable aim.“

Of course you had done your homework, studying every aspect of your new threat. The shock of finding out that the person you had left sleeping in your bed that morning was the exact same person you had to take down had had an undeniable effect on you. But you had to bury it deep, at least until you were sure of what you were doing. Calum’s -no, the Viper’s - file was quite impressive, if not intimidating. Simply put, he was guaranteed to find you even of you hid in the bottom of the ocean, and his bullet wouldn’t miss you even in the most tense, nerve-wracking situations. He had the ability to completely disconnect until his mission was finished.

So why was it hard to do so now?

“You never miss. Surely you won’t miss me now th-”

“Would you cut it out! I’m not here to terminate you.” Calum growled, growing extremely frustrated by your cold façade.

“Well if you won’t, then I will.” In mere seconds, you quickly switched your position, taking advantage of the moment his grip loosened a bit. You were swift to reach for the ring dagger stuffed in your boots, holding it tightly against his neck in one hand, the other trapping his arms above his head.

“So that’s it?” He breathed, his words fanning over your face at the closeness. “What we had isn’t worth discussing before you kill your boyfriend.”

He gave you a lopsided grin as he spat out the last word with as much venom as he could, adding a little sweetheart with an equally wicked smile.

“We had nothing! The likes of us cannot have relationships!” You hissed back, your stomach churning when the tip of the dagger grazed over the smooth skin of his neck. You had done worse. But then again you never remotely cared about the person lying at the other end of your weapon.

“Maybe not a functioning relationship, but you can’t tell me there wasn’t any genuine love!”

“It doesn’t matter! We were lying to ourselves!” You fought back, hating how he was getting under your skin. You weren’t supposed to care. You weren’t supposed to show.

“How so?” Calum’s anger resurfaced again, hating your accusation more than he liked to admit. “Please do enlighten me, because as far as I know I haven’t been this truthful with anyone!”

“We were lying and sneaking around! We built up lies around ourselves and our lives!” Your words were rushed, your grip on his getting stronger with each spoken word. His words were cutting you open, and you weren’t used to the feeling. You weren’t used to being hurt in a non-physical way.

“You can try to tell me that we deceived each other but you can’t deny that we were our true selves!”

“We were NOT! We built up everything about lies, we- we deluded ourselves and believed that we could have something so normal and pure-”

“I presume it was all a part of your act, then?” He retorted, aware of the fact that your grip was loose enough for him to escape.

Why was he still pushing you though? Why did he keep going? Maybe a part of his just refused to believe that the one thing he cherished more than anything was crumbling down. Maybe he just couldn’t bare the burning feeling that rushed through his veins every second your gaze on him remained cold and unphased.

Maybe he just needed to know that his (y/n) was there.

“Was it maybe fun to lie to my face every time you confessed your love? Yeah? Since it was all fak-”

“SHUT UP!” You screamed at loud as you could, managing to statle him by your outburst. Your jaw was tight; hating how your breath was fast and uneven, how your eyes were watering and your tears were staining the fabric of his shirt before you could even stop it. You hated how he had yet again broken your walls down, leaving you with no shield.

“shut up. Shut- Of course it was genuine. All of it.” Your scream had died down, turning into a soft whisper. Your eyes avoided his at all cost, fearing that you’d wear down the minute you’d meet his hopeful gaze. “that’s the problem”

In a swift motion, you lifted yourself off of him, carelessly throwing the blade away. You rushed around, picking up an empty gym bag.

“You need to leave”

“What?” Calum propped himself on his elbows, watching your movements with utter confusion. “Where the fuck am I supposed to go?”

“I don’t care!“ You screamed back a him. You were rushing around the small flat, picking up clothes from all around. Yours, some of his; you weren’t analyzing your actions, and truthfully, you didn’t mind having a few articles of his to remind uou of what home felt like. ” Anywhere! Go to Asia, hide in Africa, Antarctica! Anywhere, just stay low”

“Oh come on! You don’t think running will solve a thing, do you?” Calum groaned, lifting himself up from the floor. He knew it was crucial, but running away was never an open option.

“Of course not!” You whipped around, feeling frustrated and helpless all at once. “I’m not stupid enough to believe that I can actually hide. I know that no matter what, I’ll never truly disappear from your radars.”

You dropped the bag from your hand, following Calum as he sat down on the edge of the bed. “But I know that if I ever come across you, I will have to execute my orders. Just like you won’t have a choice but to kill me.”

You dropped on your knees in front of him, carefully taking his hand in yours. You allowed the tiniest smile on your face when he tightly gripped your hand in his warm one.

“Maybe- maybe this doesn’t have to be it. Maybe we can get our chance some other time, maybe then we won’t have to lie about a thing.” Your other hand traveled up his arm, following his shoulder until you rested it on his jaw, savoring the feel of his soft skin against the pads of your fingertips.

“But we can’t have that right now. We’re at a dead end.” You added with a sigh, your heart feeling heavy as Calum nodded along. He understood.

You stood back from his safe and comforting embrace, begging yourself to stay strong, at least until he was out of sight.

“Be safe.” You whispered lastly at him, picking up your bag and marching out of the door.

Calum couldn’t bring himself to look up as you walked out, not when it might as well be the last time. All he could think about was how fucking ironic it was to fall for you out of everyone else; how he wouldn’t trade it for any other thing.

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