everyone has a thing and nobody ever really seems to believe that their thing is the best thing they could have. why not

the signs as people from my university
  • Aries: That girl who loves partying and socializing with people, she's a fangirl of so many buffed-up singers and she's so pretty. She's kinda judgmental and she's homophobic but she follows so many gay people and likes their posts and nobody in my generation really understands why. She can be really impulsive sometimes and she hates classes but she's a good friend and a funny person
  • Taurus: That girl who is always late, she has social anxiety and she's silent af. Grades are not her forte'. She tries to socialize very hard and everyone is annoyed by the fact that she tries to discuss things that she really doesn't know shit about. She is afraid of some professors, she is christian af and she is kinda lost, but she's a good girl who believes in the supernatural and she always invites us to coffee at her place
  • Gemini: The girl who loves spending time with people, she always loves to discuss about every topic, she knows so much about many things, she's doing great with her grades and she's among the top 5 students in the entire generation. Also, she has PERFECT, sonorous American accent and everybody loves it. She always initiates coffee gatherings but nobody really comes because she's not that much of a leader and her voice is so soft so nobody could really hear when she's talking. She's also a passionate gamer AND in the same time she finds time to maintain her grades and social life
  • Cancer: That (jock) guy who's the tallest one, he's blonde, buffed-up and he's the definition of a straight white boy. He's childish as fuck and he can become very boring sometimes. Once, my colleagues have shooed him out of the cafeteria because he was bothering them. He also tells so many stupid dad-jokes and laughs at his own jokes, flirts with some professors, has been single since forever (not that he's ugly - he's average looking but he's so much boring sometimes because he doesn't have any real friends and he gets excited about people so he doesn't know WHEN to stop). He literally flirts with every single female human being that he can find and he pushes them all away because he's pushy af. He's also introverted and doesn't really know his way with girls
  • Leo: That girl who's one of the top students in the generation. She's always smiling, she has the best grades, she always tries to present this "perfect" image of herself. She is very intelligent and she loves reading, she gets drunk like every second day but that doesn't stop her from maintaining her perfect grades. She's very successful and she's a good leader, she knows all the fresh gossip and she always sits in the first row with her best university friend. In fact, she and her best uni friend are hated by everyone because they're just so successful and everyone's jealous of them. She also secretly hates everybody and gossips with her best uni friend. She and her friend have tons of screenshots ready to blackmail people if anyone says anything against them lmao. But everyone (every zodiac sign) in this generation pretends we like each other so...
  • Virgo: That professor who's VERY detail-oriented and she's a big perfectionist but she can't fix her awful handwriting. She's very successful and she has TONS of potential, she literally KNOWS EVERYTHING about her subjects but sometimes she can really drain us physically and emotionally. She gives us tons of assignments and homework and she always gives us lectures on the most difficult courses. Jfc she behaves like we study in Cambridge / Oxford. But don't get me wrong, she's NOT a bad person. She's actually a VERY good person and at the end of each semester she buys us coffee and tea, she talks with us about our experience with the course and she just wants us to learn some things that we should learn, that's why we perceive her as "difficult" and "problematic"
  • Libra: That girl who loves hugging, has great communication skills and is a social justice warrior. She thinks that she's everyone's friend and she always tries to criticize everyone's opinion, thinking that she'll seem and sound more intelligent. She also listens to rock and metal, she loves children and she smokes a lot, she's very sensitive and she's very friendly. Once, on the Facebook group of the university, she tried to accuse Pisces of something he didn't do and he literally ruined her in front of all those people, that was one of her biggest mistakes she's ever done in uni because she didn't know that that guy can be pretty evil when someone tries to insult/hurt him. The next day in uni she was on the verge of a mental breakdown because that guy really hurt her with his words, making her look stupid and pretentious, and everybody stopped talking to that guy for like, a month or two
  • Scorpio: That girl who's late in class 90% of the time, and those 10% she's not present in class. She is very quiet and she doesn't show particular interest in anything. She doesn't have a taste in fashion and style, unlike most Scorpios that I know. She just wants to go home all the time and nobody knows what she's doing in her life, she's so mysterious and she's not a good teamworker because she doesn't really care about her grades
  • Sagittarius: That girl who can't stop talking and she's always arguing with someone but we all love her. She's very communicative but she's insecure at the same time. She has tons of likes on Facebook and Instagram. She's a VERY open-minded girl, she hates racism, homophobes, nazi scum and racists. She's a really good friend with Leo and Pisces but Capricorn is her bff and her roommate. She has an excellent taste in fashion, style and music and she has S_L_A_Y_I_N_G eyebrows. I think that she's bi/lesbian but maybe she's closeted. She always hugs Capricorn and gets beaten by Capricorn because Capricorn can't stand people touching her
  • Capricorn: That girl who loves vintage notebooks, loves taking studyblr photos and uploads them on tubmlr and Instagram, she loves journeys and we haven't heard her talking for THREE GODDAMN YEARS. She is very antisocial and introverted but she has excellent taste for art, film, music and she's like 24/7 on her phone because it's obvious that she can't stand most of us but she's always sweet and supportive when someone approaches her. Sometimes she doesn't want to talk and she just smiles as a response. She's Sagittarius' best friend and roommate and they've became really close friends. She also loves journeys and she's a daydreamer but she's very intelligent. Her grades are not that good, she's not an attention whore and she tries to be "invisible" but she simply can't
  • Aquarius: That guy with his cockney accent who has insane memory and loves football. He's actually a loner, he's a bit creepy and weird, le loves britpop and indie nd he was one of the best students in the first two years of uni but his grades dropped. He's like, very secretive and he can be pretty arrogant and you just can't sit next to him because he's telling jokes all the time which takes your attention away. He is a loner and once he publicly told us that he used to have cyber sex with his girlfriend because she lived in another country and they've never met in real life (I mean, who tells such things omg Aqua get your shit together). He tries to insult people and he tries to be sarcastic but he can only be sarcastic with the stupid ones. He also thinks that he's a know-it-all and that he's the most intelligent person in the world. He can be really judgmental sometimes and he pushes people away with that
  • Pisces: That guy who always sits in the first row with his best university friend and is one of the top students in the generation. He's also a model, nerd, gamer, works out and whatnot. He is sweet to everyone and talks to everyone but he can be very sassy at times. He was the one who had a verbal fight with Libra because Libra triggered him and he destroyed her verbally. He's really skinny and dreamy and he has a very deep voice and an excellent taste in fashion and style. His style is kinda dark and he's so aesthetic. He listens to some music that no other people in the world listen to but he also listens to some mainstream music. In fact, he listens to whatever he wants and he doesn't really think about what other people think about him. He tends to roll his eyes a lot and he cares about his physical beauty more than he cares about his love life. He's too egotistic and self-centered and he's extremely picky, which makes him single most of the time.

There’s an undeniable crime problem in Los Santos, an affluent city rife with thieves and bandits of all pedigrees, which isn’t in itself all that strange. What’s odd is the incredibly high number of unsolved crimes, of acts no one claims, ones that the LSPD can’t even begin to lay blame for. Even when committed in broad daylight, even when the police arrive on the scene in the middle of a heist, no one manages to catch more than unclear glimpses of the culprits, no bullets hit their marks, and when all is said and done there is somehow never any reliable evidence. No camera ever manages to catch a thing, no trap is ever successful, and never has a single witness managed a coherent report, like somehow none of them ever pay enough attention. Like somehow what they’ve seen can never be put into words.

Throw a stone and you’ll hit a crook in Los Santos, from thugs to conmen to masked killers they all call the city home, all know their place, yet somehow the balance of powers never really makes sense. Like something is missing, like everyone’s fighting to be second best while the title of top dog goes empty. Not that the reluctance to take charge is all that surprising, considering the way any crew which starts to grow big enough to extend their hold over the city is cut down. Driven out or found murdered, often laying in the remains of what was clearly a vicious shoot-out, though the killers are never found. Like vigilantes, only not nearly so altruistic; the spoils belonging to the defeated gangs are always taken, and only reappear at the scene of yet another unclaimed crime.

There’s a crew in Los Santos, so ingrained in the essence of the city itself no one seems to remember how things were before they arrived. The Fake AH Crew; legends in some circles, monsters in others, both consummate enigmas and borderline celebrities, the crew with the world at their feet. The main six players of the inner circle aren’t odd, exactly, each criminals of great renown but still holding pretty standard goals, greedy and bloodthirsty and perhaps more loyal than most but still acting well within their given standard of normalcy. They aren’t unusual, really, but these days they do have their little quirks.

As the leader Geoff has always had to present himself as reasonably level-headed, controlled outside the occasional snaps of frightful anger, a little overbearing in his need to dictate every plan maybe, but what criminal kingpin isn’t? What’s odd is the new fear kept behind closed doors, Geoff second-guessing his own ideas to a degree that is wholly out of character, running over plans again and again, pulling them apart and looking for flaws, debriefing even after successful missions when everyone else just wants to celebrate, unconsciously pressing his hand to his heart like reassurance that it’s still beating.

Jack drives like she’s made a deal with the devil, like every vehicle is just an extension of her being, inherent ability paired with unmatchable knowledge of every backroad and alley in the city. What’s odd is the nightmarish daydreams she gets sometimes, when she looks back at her latest baby and sees flickers of crunched metal and shattered glass, the phantom scent of spilled gasoline and the unmissable click-whoosh of catching flame.

For all his quick temper and flippant attitude Michael can be utterly pedantic about checking and rechecking the timers on bombs, which honestly isn’t an awful trait in the resident explosives guy. What’s odd is the way Michael gets angry about it sometimes, storms about the penthouse yanking out every last alarm clock, the way he swears he can still hear something ticking with furious intention, like the last seconds of a countdown.

He may be happier in a no-holds-barred fist-fight but nobody could say Jeremy isn’t good with a gun, an excellent shot with just about any weapon he can get his hands on. What’s odd is the little burst of panic he gets right after firefights, patting down his own chest, checking again and again like he can’t quite believe he wasn’t hit.

Ryan isn’t wracked by guilt, doesn’t regret what he does the way some might; he’s a killer and he owns it, he chose it, and it truly doesn’t bother him. What’s odd is the way he still can’t sleep, can’t close his eyes some nights when the darkness squeezes close and he feels so cold, like the depths of the ocean are pressing down on him, stealing the air from his lungs.

In terms of his own safety Gavin is as reckless as they come, all slapdash impulses and delighted disregard, chasing amusement at any cost when it’s only his own neck on the line. What’s odd is that sometimes Gavin walks around with a parachute strapped to his back and no intention of flying that day, utterly overzealous precaution without any real explanation as to why, like some part of him is always terrified that he’s going to fall.

Maybe the Fake’s know, on their worst days, that something isn’t quite right, something about them has gone awry, but the concern never lingers in the face of their unmatched success. Because a crew’s a crew, right? Maybe they’re a little luckier than most, maybe they’ve been unstoppable for so long it feels like no one else is really trying, like they are the merciless gods of their city. Maybe they catch themselves drifting sometimes, losing time or memories or thoughts or scars. Maybe they all know something is not quite right, a distant siren in the back of their minds begging them to pay attention, but surely it doesn’t mean anything.

You can romanticise it all you want, call them the scariest, the most dangerous, devastatingly talented in all the worst ways, but at the end of the day all humans are flawed and all crews will fall. Whether or not falling is enough to shake them from their throne is, however, a completely different issue. If a crew dies in the woods (the city, the sky, the sea), and nobody is brave enough to tell them, did it even happen? 

There’s an empty penthouse in Los Santos, one that cannot be sold, one no one likes to talk about, not really. What has been said is that the door sticks sometimes, cannot be opened no matter how much force is applied. What has been said is that things move around all on their own, new stains reveal themselves and furniture appears and disappears like someone’s been squatting, but the dust is too thick for anyone to have visited. What’s been said makes shivers run down spines, hair stand on edge, gives rise to furtive glances and shared discomfort, an unspoken agreement never to return.

Maybe this alone wouldn’t be such a problem, maybe owning the most prestigious penthouse in a city overrun by wealth would be enough to attract some sceptic, but there is of course the matter of the previous owners. The most despicable, untouchable, indelible criminal gang the city had ever seen. Has ever seen, even this long after their passing. They died, at some point. No one quite remembers when, or how, no one really seems to talk about them anymore, not beyond wild stories of their antics, amazing heists and unspeakable terrors fading off into silence, like they did in the end. How bizarre it is that the crime levels didn’t actually drop even after they were gone.

There’s something deeply wrong in Los Santos, something strange and unsettling, like a catastrophic event has knocked the whole city just slightly out of sync with the rest of the world. It’s in the way the LSPD have cabinet upon cabinet of unsolved crimes that never manage to make their way into reports, years of unacceptably unpunished offences that would bring the might of a federal investigation if only they were disclosed. In the way a startling amount of those offences resemble crimes from days long past, copycat plans following acts of a crew long buried, new targets hit with the same old flare, methods and motives impressively in-character down to the smallest details.

There are secrets in Los Santos. Things no one knows, things everyone knows, an awful, impossible, inescapable reality they’ve all been trapped within. It’s in the way unease builds and dissipates without cresting, citizens never quite recognising their own discomfort, never fully acknowledging the oddity of acting without reason, of crossing the street or averting their eyes, of taking the long way home simply because that one corner just didn’t feel right. In the way the city is beset by sudden inexplicable explosions, the way gunfire rattles without a source, the way empty streets echo with chilling laughter like the ghost of a memory, the phantom chill of a nightmare, the ceaseless loop of those who will not be laid to rest.


Soulmate au oneshot full of Marichat


They always thought they’d be alone forever. There had been stories of people whose soulmate mark didn’t appear by their thirteenth birthday, but for their first thirteen years Marinette and Adrien thought it was only a story. When their birthdays came and passed, they knew.

Sometimes Adrien felt like that’s why his mother left, because he was defective. He thought maybe that’s why his father became cold. He felt truly lucky to at least have Nathalie, who was the closest thing to a parental figure in his life. Maybe the lack of a mark was why his father forbid him from attending school, to protect him from the ridicule and hate. It took years to convince his father to let him attend school. Whenever magazines asked about his mark, he lied and said it was a secret. Nobody speculated that he didn’t have one for two reasons; one, a lot of famous people refused to reveal their marks, and two, it was practically unheard of to not have one. The last case of an unmarked person was decades ago in the United States; there was no documentation of an unmarked in Paris in all of history.

Marinette’s family was much more understanding. They gave her options and kept their promise of unconditional love. Instead of being forced to hide, Marinette chose to be open. She did not advertise her lack of a mark, but whenever someone asked she told the truth. Some were disgusted, others confused. The bakery even lost some customers but her parents never blamed her for that. She wasn’t happy with the hand life dealt her but she was determined to make the most of it. Years of consoling words from her parents prepared her for a lonely life.

Then a misunderstood blond gave her an umbrella and everything changed. For the first time ever she felt a romantic attraction, a craving for love.

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Strings Attached

Summary:  Marinette could see the red strings of fate holding people together, but no one was allowed to know that.  That fact didn’t stop her from using her knowledge to nudge soulmates together.  Of course, this led to her getting a reputation as the class matchmaker, which isn’t an issue until her soulmate, Adrien Agreste, asks her to set him up with another girl.  

Red Strings of Fate/Soulmate AU!

AO3 | 1 | 2 |

Chapter 2: Matchmaker, Make Me a Match

“Pound it,” the two masked heroes of Paris said after the latest Akuma had been purified. The fight wasn’t difficult. Neither of them had to use their abilities, though they both wished hawkmoth would’ve kept his Akumatizing for before midnight. The Akuma, “Road Rage,” was more of a nuisance than a threat. All he did was making annoying honking noises. Hawkmoth seemed to be running out of ideas.

Since neither had used their abilities, Ladybug and Chat Noir were in no rush to part after the attack, despite the fact that it was late night. Marinette always liked these moments the best, but she would never admit that to Chat.

“Purrfect as always, My Lady,” he smiled.

Ladybug ruffled hair, deciding to ignore the cringe worthy pun, “You didn’t do so bad yourself, Kitty. Besides, I think that was our easiest fight yet.”

“Well, we do seem to fight well together,” he leaned into her hand, “but that’s just because we’re made fur each other.”

She scoffed, but continued scratching behind his ear, “I don’t know about that…” but she truly didn’t. She could never really know who his soulmate was while he’s transformed.

“But, don’t you believe in soulmates, My Lady?” He pulled away, so he could look into her eyes.

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anonymous asked:

"Who were you with?"

Another one I’ve spun out in my prompt requests. Warning on triggers for domestic abuse etc. There’s no violence in that particular part but it’s more mental, just for info. Not really proofread but I like spinning out things in thirty minutes on a Sunday night so here you go…x

11. Who Were You With?

You didn’t want to keep it from him but you knew it wasn’t going to be the best conversation you would ever have with him if you did bring it up. Anyway, what he didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt him, and Harry never mixed with the group you were out with on that Friday evening anyway, so it wasn’t like he would find out. In the private members’ club, no photos had been taken, so it wasn’t as though any photos were going to appear online either.

It wasn’t your fault either that some people you didn’t want to bump in to had turned up without warning. Whether they’d been invited by one of your friends or whether they just happened to be going out coincidentally wasn’t, and wouldn’t be, important to Harry. He wasn’t controlling nor was he disguising any behaviour under the pretence of being protective; you knew the signs of that all too well, but he did want to keep you safe, particularly from your ex-boyfriend, Mike.

Mike was bad news.

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Okay but consider this; Chris and Pichit as a couple.

So I’m in the camp of people who will go to their graves for the obviously one-sided crushes that Pichit has on Yuuri and that Chris has on Victor.

 Like I 100% believe that Pichit was super in love with Yuuri for a long time and has had to watch his best friend fall in love with the love of his life and try to just suffer in silence. And I also 100% believe that Chris grew up worshipping Victor and when he first came of age Victor gave him a “birthday present” that Chris has never forgotten and then they had on-again-off-again sex for like three years and every “on again” Chris thought this is it, this time, for sure–

So consider this. Consider Pichit and Chris as a couple.

What if Chris falls in love with Pichit because he’s thoughtful and considerate and all the things Victor wasn’t. He watches Pichit train and sweat and work on the ice. He watches Pichit care for oblivious, anxious Yuuri. He watches Pichit fool around with Leo and Guang-Hong, all childish exuberance and warm hugs and silly smiles. He watches and he thinks, maybe?

And what if Pichit, who loves mystery, who loves secrets, who loves Yuuri because Yuuri has a whole secret person inside of himself, falls in love with Chris for the same reason? Because Chris turns out to be more mysterious than he seems- all bravado on the outside, all charm and charisma, but on the inside he’s smarter, more jaded, more careful. Chris has a whole secret person inside of himself, too.

And they’re both used to coming in second to the people they love. On the ice, in the bedroom, in their love lives. Pichit and Chris are always silver. And now, for the first time, they’re both someone’s first choice. They’re golden. 

And what if, when he finds out about it, Victor gets a little petty and possessive of Chris. And it starts to hurt Yuuri’s feelings, because why does Victor suddenly care so much? But really it’s just that Victor’s never been “gotten over” before. He’s never watched someone move on from him.  And it feels a little….weird. A little bad. A little like coming in second. 

And things start to get messy. Victor’s suddenly around Chris all the time, who doesn’t get it, really, Pichit, I wish he would knock it off, it’s just making me nervous, and Yuuri is getting more and more upset which is making Pichit’s days difficult, and it feels a little like Pichit and Chris are drifting apart, which is wrong, and it’s all getting to be a little too much

So Pichit goes to Victor. He corners him, gets him away from Yuuri, gets him away from Chris, and suddenly its just the two of them- and Pichit is dwarfed by him but he sucks in a deep breath and all of a sudden they could be the same height, because Victor takes one look at Pichit’s face and is immediately cowed.

Pichit lets Victor know, in no uncertain terms, that while Yuuri has obviously made him a better person, the person he was when he was fooling around with Chris really wasn’t that great of a guy. That how Victor treated Chris was beneath you. And beneath him. He deserved better than that. He was so young, Victor. And Pichit lets Victor know, in equally uncertain terms, that he’s better for Chris than Victor was. That he loves Chris more than Victor did. That he loves Chris, period.

And Victor doesn’t say anything for a long time. And when he does speak its to say that  I didn’t….I didn’t mean to hurt him. I just. I couldn’t. I couldn’t be….that. Not for Chris, not for anybody. Nobody until Yuuri. And Pichit takes pity on him, then. Because it’s so obviously true. That for Victor there has only ever been Yuuri. Even now, even when he’s clinging to Chris’s ankles like a puppy because he’s scared– scared of how much he’s changed, scared of the ugliness in who he was, scared that Chris, the only person to love the version of himself that no one else could, is throwing all those flaws and failures into stark relief–even now, there is still only Yuuri.  

Pichit knows a little of what that’s like. 

So he tells Victor to go home. He tells him to treat Yuuri better, for all their sakes. And Victor doesn’t need telling twice. He has a lot of apologies to make, and he goes right away, and when Pichit finds his way home there’s Chris sitting in the hall outside his apartment door with a huge bouquet of flowers and a promise that I really don’t know what Victor’s problem is but I swear I don’t want anything to do with it, I’m so happy with you, Pichit, this is it for me-

And Pichit just laughs and kisses him and pushes him inside, because honestly, it’s just unreal that Chris “I might come on the ice” Giacometti is sitting on his ass in Pichit’s apartment hallway just because there’s an off chance that Pichit *might* be upset, and Pichit thinks spending the rest of his life learning new secrets about Chris might be the best thing he can think of.

And Leo and Guang-Hong in the background are like “listen Pichit none of this would have happened if you and Yuuri had just stayed in our foursome like we said. And everyone is like um FOURsome????? Cause obviously Yuuri’s a ho and didn’t wanna tell anyone but our homebody’s no slouch am i right

@etchabecks this is for u girl

Alright, Clue Crew, here it is- the villain ranking nobody asked for!  This was harder than expected, and I tried to make a logical way of ordering things, but who am I to judge who was the best ne’er-do-well?  If you have any questions about my ranking, want an explanation, or just want to yell at me, shoot me an ask.  


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anonymous asked:

Hey! So obviously everyone loved the episode last night - there was just so much destiel feels in there it's enough to fill up an entire football stadium. BUT I keep thinking that the writers might be trying to set Cas and Kelly up, because you know, it's supernatural, and I just feel like the possibility of destiel going canon is too good to be true. I mean, Kelly is great, but it would be the worst romance ever - weird and force and kinda cringey. Maybe I'm paranoid, idk. What do you think?

(via @anon) Idk if i like where this story is going… i dont want to see cas kelly baby stories and him raising the child :/ i want cas with the brothers :(

Hi - I’m squishing these two asks together, hope you guys see it. :)

The Nephilim: what’s next?

Look, the thing is - maybe the Nephilim will die in the finale, or maybe he’ll be the Big Thing in S13 - we still don’t know. What we do know, on the other hand, is that it would be very hard to work him into the story in a way that’ll keep Cas away from Sam and Dean. Like, you know - from a narrative point of view, what do you do with this thing?

  • Option 1 It’s born and it grows at a normal human rate. If this happens, the Nephilim will have no place whatsoever in the show, because babies are both hard to work with and boring boring boring, and as much as we, the demented viewers, want to see Dean and Cas making nonsense noises and cooing at this second Antichrist, it’s not going to happen. If this is where they’re going, we’ll have a Jesse situation: the Nephilim will be carted off to live with some other hunter (not Cas, because Cas is one of the main characters and is needed elsewhere), and we’ll never hear from him again. 
  • Option 2 It’s born and grows Amara-style, turning from adorable creepy baby who moves stuff with his mind to overly attractive teenager who winks at Dean and makes him uncomfortable. I hope they’ll avoid this narrative, because we’ve seen the exact same thing last year, but if they do something like that -
  • Option 2a If the Nephilim is a bad guy, he’ll probably become S13′s Big Baddie, and Cas will have no reason to stick with him, so we’ll have the usual ‘only you can break me free from this mind control spell but nobody knows why’ trope and TFW will spend the rest of the season staring gloomily into space and wondering how to kill a semi-god, again.
  • Option 2b If the Nephilim is a good guy, he’s gone. There is simply no way they can keep around an allpowerful and benign deity without having massive problems. This is why they keep hurting Cas, remember?, because if Cas had his wings and his courage and his cold logic and his angelic self-confidence, Sam and Dean could spend their days playing beer pong in the Bunker. Cas would simply teleport himself wherever a monster has been spotted, look around with his x-ray vision, and then lift a finger and make a whole abandoned neighbourhood explode. And that’s it. So, well - like they did with Jesse, and even with Amara and Chuck - if this new kid is a Good Person, he’ll probably wander off on his own.
  • Option 2c If the Nephilim is a Gabriel-like morally grey trickster, it’s likely the Winchesters will still vote to hunt him down and kill him. They did it to Gabriel, after all, and if he hadn’t died (*wails forever*) in the war against Lucifer, I’m sure Sam, at the very least, would have gone after him. Tricksters work fine, or more than fine, as characters, but you don’t want one living in the same reality as you. Look at the messes Loki manages to whip up every couple of weeks - nope, if something is too powerful and you can’t understand how they think and feel, unfortunately the best option is to take them out. Better to be safe than sorry.

It’s still possible, at this point, that something happens and the Nephilim dies, likely with Kelly. This would make sense for a number of reasons, including that everyone except Cas, Lucifer and Kelly really wants this thing gone. The Host is gunning for him, Crowley would surely prefer he died, the BMoL (if they knew about him) would probably launch a nuclear grenade wherever Kelly is and to hell with ‘collateral damage’, and even Sam and Dean - they want to be normal and kind, but they might have no other choice, and if it comes to that, they know they must at least try to kill this child, because, yeah, NOT A CHILD, PEOPLE, and look at what happened with Amara. So maybe it’s not the Nephilim’s life that’s the big plot of next season, but his death and how it happens. We know we’re headed for some massive family conflict, and, in this sense, what’s going on with Cas is part of that. It’s those old what’s right and wrong, who’s your family, who do you trust questions Supernatural likes to throw at us, but, as we’ve seen in the past, whatever happens the endgame is what Dean just told us to our faces - him, Sam, and Cas working together, Team Free Will, because they’re better together and they’re family and that’s not gonna change, demonic baby or no demonic baby. So don’t worry too much - Cas won’t stay away for long.

Cas and Kelly: a romance in the works?

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✰ * º ❛ beverly hills 90210 ask meme. ❜

‘  but something happened… i fell in love with you or something.  ’
‘  please shut up.  ’
‘  i feel like i don’t have a friend in the world.  ’
‘  i better find a rich guy to marry.  ’
‘  it doesn’t matter what you say about somebody once they’re gone. what matters is how you treat them when they’re still here.  ’
‘  to be a bitch or not to be a bitch?  ’
‘  you just keep dissing me.  what’s with that?  ’
‘  you think i’m proud of myself? i’m not.  ’
‘  i wanna do something meaningful.  ’
‘  i’ve made my choice… and i choose me.  ’
‘  just because someone knocks doesn’t mean you have to open the door.  ’
‘  hey, you always gotta be a little suspicious of perfection.  ’
‘  she wanted to know if you had any hobbies or anything, so i told her how much you like to knit.  ’
‘  i just don’t believe in winning through intimidation… unless, of course, i’m doing the intimidating.  ’
‘  i think we’re supposed to kiss a few different people before we settle down with one person for the rest of our lives.  ’
‘  if that’s her idea of a platonic relationship, i would love to see what happens when she decides to get physical.  ’
‘  i love you, man, but if you were any dumber, you’d require fertilizer.  ’
‘  i just have one question: are we having fun yet?  ’
‘  do you want to know what sexy is? sexy is a guy who can go three weeks without being unfaithful to his girlfriend.  ’
‘  you’re just some kind of soft drink sippin’, hockey puck hair cut havin’, bart simpson lookalike without a place to live.  ’
‘  friendship, loyalty, and love, which will not be diminished just because we may not end up together.  ’
‘  the memories we have shared will not go away simply because we do.  ’
‘  girls mature faster than guys.  ’
‘  i like your butt… i mean, your bike.  ’
‘  what do i look like, an atm?  ’
‘  i loved you more than i ever thought i could love anybody. maybe that was the problem.  ’
‘  it’s after midnight!  ’
‘  personally, i hate to dance.  ’
‘  why is everybody staring at me? i mean, what– what’s wrong?  ’
‘  didn’t you forget something?  ’
‘  no, i– oh my god! i forgot my clothes!  ’
‘  and what am i, chopped liver?  ’
‘  funny me. i thought what we had was personal.  ’
‘  look, i feel like a fool for coming out, but i don’t care.  ’
‘  all i know is, i don’t want to turn into an axe murderer.  ’
‘  you don’t have to flash that fake i.d. every time you come in here.  ’
‘  it doesn’t seem like your brain’s been totally fried by the sun out here.  ’
‘  hey dude, like let’s go catch some totally fun, gnarly, radical waves.  ’
‘  admit you’re a horses ass.  ’
‘  actually, i’d say you’re doing just find.  ’
‘  so i like guys, so guys like me. what’s wrong with that?  ’
‘  gum is not food.  ’
‘  you better step back because i’m pissed!  ’
‘  we’re going to make this work.  ’
‘  if something goes wrong, it’s my fault?  ’
‘  it’s been a long time. i forgot what your priorities are.  ’
‘  i want us to be together.  ’
‘  i know i mad a thousand mistakes.  ’
‘  he’s going into the witness protection program.  ’
‘  we’d never see each other again.  ’
‘  i hated you for a long time.  ’
‘  you don’t know what it’s like to hate you. it ruins everything. but i don’t hate you anymore.  ’
‘  i don’t hate you anymore.  ’
‘  i was thinking of an even bigger commitment.  ’
‘  i was thinking of getting married.  ’
‘  marry me.  ’
‘  that wasn’t a question and you are not down on one knee.  ’
‘  well, you got a point.  ’
‘  i do love you. will you marry me?  ’
‘  in all the beaches, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine.  ’
‘  what, you don’t knock?  ’
‘  always a dangerous trend!  ’
‘  why is it the two woman i ever loved are running around with total dirt bags?  ’
‘  get him out of here!  ’
‘  just ask, politely, and i’ll leave, but i won’t go away.  ’
‘  do you know how psyched we all were when you came back?  ’
‘  dude, what are you waiting for?  ’
‘  well, she turned me down once. part of me thinks i should just leave it at that.  ’
‘  without my lip gloss?  ’
‘  i’ll never be able to fake this!  ’
‘  that’s not gonna work at all. you’re horrible!  ’
‘  do you mind telling me what it is you have against the telephone?  ’
‘  i would rather you tell me what it is you have against me.  ’
‘  what i did to that guy was wrong… i was wrong.  ’
‘  get dressed, i’ll take you home.  ’
‘  i said we’re leaving.  ’
‘  i heard what you said.  ’
‘  and frankly, i think you have a moral responsibility here as well.  ’
‘  do you have any idea how really serious this is?  ’
‘  i do understand a desperate situation when i see one.  ’
‘  my life flashed before my eyes, but your lectures went by a lot quicker.  ’
‘  you want to know what happened? life’s a bitch, that’s what happened.  ’
‘  the joke’s on you, kid.  ’
‘  don’t you love hotels? of all the kinky things that go on in this place, it’s inspiring.  ’
‘  most people would live like this if they could.  ’
‘  is that a cue stick, or are you just happy to see me?  ’
‘  well, the last time i saw you, you were running away.  ’
‘  why? you need a lube job?  ’
‘  how long are you staying?  ’
‘  i’m still waiting for my hug.  ’
‘  she needs sleep.  ’
‘  you lost a shoe!  ’
‘  if he doesn’t like fire, he shouldn’t be playing with matches.  ’
‘  listen to you! you are truly a bad girl!  ’
‘  if the audience is not standing on their feet at the end of tomorrow night, i will personally kick their asses.  ’
‘  i want you to tell me everything.  ’
‘  i think he has a crush on you.  ’
‘  how long has it been since our last altercation?  ’
‘  now are we dating?  ’
‘  look, if you think i’m some stupid lovesick teenager making a fool of myself, then why don’t you just tell me, okay?  ’
‘  i don’t care what anyone thinks about us and i don’t know why you do either.  ’
‘  i’m just trying to do what’s right.  ’
‘  i’m a spring princess!  ’
‘  don’t you think we’d make a great couple?  ’
‘  i’d probably be in love with you.  ’
‘  that’s probably the ugliest thing anyone has ever said to me.  ’
‘  plan b is… to think about plan be.  ’
‘  your footprints and any traces you were here get wiped away as if you weren never here.  ’
‘  i hate to break it to you, but we’re adults. we are going to have to grow up sometime.  ’
‘  he still is damn irresistible.  ’
‘  can someone take me home?  ’
‘  when you told me that new evolution could help him open up, i thought you meant his soul, not his checkbook.  ’
‘  don’t you think you should slow down? this is your third glass.  ’
‘  tell me… who do i have?  ’
‘  he totaled his car. he’s in the hospital on life support.  ’
‘  you bastard!  ’
‘  you said he could go out with whoever he wanted.  ’
‘  i am not a bimbo.  ’
‘  i always thought that if it looks like a duck and walks like a duck…  ’
‘  you said you were my best friend. what a joke.  ’
‘  you know, if you’re trying to make me jealous, it won’t work.  ’
‘  hey, you broke up with me, alright? and don’t you ever forget it!  ’
‘  you know, if you’re trying to lose your bimbo image, i honestly don’t think this will help.  ’
‘  i don’t know, it’s sort of degrading to be treated as a sex object.  ’
‘  i thought i lost you.  ’
‘  i’ve been calling you all day.  ’
‘  i know it’s stupid and dangerous. you can start bitching any time.  ’
‘  thank god you’re okay.  ’
‘  let her go. she’ll be alright.  ’
‘  you made your choice and i have to live with that.  ’
‘  i don’t want to hear it! i’ve heard enough!  ’
‘  i thought you guys were my friends. i loved you. i trusted you both!  ’
‘  neither of us wanted to hurt you.  ’
‘  you didn’t seem to care about how i felt!  ’
‘  did you really say that i was intelligent and one of a kind?  ’
‘  the only thing worse than having an addiction is denying that you have one.  ’
‘  one night in jail is definitely enough for me to realize that i don’t want to go back.  ’
‘  what? i’m sorry, i just don’t know what you expect from me.  ’
‘  you are crazy, but thank you.  ’
‘  i can’t go with you. not this time.  ’
‘  you always understand me. you believe in me, don’t you?  ’
‘  i love you. i’ve never stopped loving you and i know i never will.  ’
‘  i won’t be gone forever. give me something to come back to.  ’
‘  everyone here looks like they stepped out of a music video.  ’
‘  nobody knows me here. i could be anybody. i could be somebody!  ’
‘  i didn’t like my classes, i didn’t like the dorms, i didn’t like the people. i didn’t like anything.  ’
‘  but no matter how bad things got, you were so understanding. we were able to put it behind us – even laugh about it. we always ended up having a great time.  ’
‘  you ever want something so bad and then you finally get it and it turns into a complete nightmare?  ’
‘  do you think they saw us?  ’
‘  you better have a damn good story ready!  ’

Oath | Ch.23.2 | Jungkook

Genre: Angst | Mafia!AU

Members: Jungkook | You/Reader | Yoongi | Taehyung | Namjoon | Hoseok | Jin | Jimin |

Summary: What if one day everything you ever wanted is taken away and your whole world comes crushing down? If you were to forget today, who would you be tomorrow?

Originally posted by berry852

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Word count: 4,644

A/N: I am so pleased with how this one turned out. Although I am not so sure about the ending, I might not like it in a day or two, but I really wanted to post it so I had to go with this. As always, thank you for reading my story, I hope you enjoy this part as well, and have a great day/ evening! ^^


“So you’re finally showing your real face…” Jimin’s low voice scared the life out of you. “Traitor,” the disgust in his voice was triggering you somehow.

“I’m not…” you were too panicked to even make a sentence.

It was as if ever since Jungkook showed up everything turned upside down for you within the group. Everyone kept pushing you away from him, accusing you of stuff you did not do, doubting your loyalty, and always keeping you under their radar. It was exhausting.

“You’re not what? So you want to tell me you weren’t thinking of running away just now?” he was taking slow steps towards you, crushing the grass under his boots. “I’m not Taehyung, Y/N, you can’t fool me with your pretty eyes and sweet words. I can see right through your bullshit.”

“It’s not bullshit!” you raised your voice.

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Love is hard - Chapter seven

Pairing: Madison Joseph x reader (friends), Josh Dun x reader (friends, lovers?), Tyler Joseph x reader (friends), Jenna Joseph x reader (friends), other Joseph and Dun family members

Plot: You take a leap year abroad, where you meet Madison Joseph. You become best friends and move in with her family. You meet her brother Tyler and his best friend Josh, who you have a crush on. Will Josh and you become more than friends?

This chapter: You have to decide if you’ll go on the date with Josh or not. What will it be?

Warnings: None

Word count: about 2400

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

A/n: Maybe a bit of a filler? I’m not sure. I felt the chapter belonged here, but it might be a bit ‘slower’ than the others. Anyway, have a great day tomorrow, even and maybe especially if you don’t have a valentine! It’ll be my first valentines day as a single in 8 years 🤔. Have fun reading and love you all.

The ride home was unpleasant. You attempted to make light conversation, as to not let Chris catch on to what was happening. Maddie mostly ignored you, only answering if she really had to. You felt the argument still lingering in the air and you hoped Chris wouldn’t notice. “Do you know if this is the school for you yet? And do you have an idea about what courses you’d like to follow?” Chris asked you. “I really liked the school. The whole campus is beautiful. There are so many courses to choose from, but I particularly liked the English Literature and New Media and Communications ones. I’m not entirely sure yet.” You answered. “I still have two months to enrol, so I just have to think about it for a bit.” You added, smiling at Chris. You did really like the school and the courses, but after what happened with Maddie, you weren’t sure if you still wanted to go to that school. Obviously, you had other things to think about right now. “And you Maddie?” Chris looked at her in the rear-view mirror. “I’m not sure yet. It’s a nice place I guess. And I’ve always said I wanted to study English Lit, and their course seems to be amazing. But we’ll see. I have to think about the whole thing; the school, the housing… everything.” She said, giving you a side glance. “Well, you have the whole week to yourselves to talk about it. Kelly and I are leaving tomorrow morning for the basketball tournament, and we won’t be back until next Monday.” O, right, you thought, I forgot about that. “Tyler will be at the house a lot, and I asked Jay to keep an eye on you two, so don’t think you can party all week.” Chris added, laughing and you smiled back at him. Somehow, I don’t think it’s gonna be a fun week.

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We don’t like each other tag || Danisnotonfire

A/N: So this is an idea I had some time ago. I decided to write it and upload it today. I think it’s the longest imagine I have ever written. I hope you don’t mind.

Word count: 1,8 K

Summery: Dan and Y/N are both youtubers who meet again for a very special video. Love/Hate 

“Hey lovelies” I smiled and waved towards the camera that I had set up in front of my bed. It was my usual filming location but something was different today. I still wasn’t sure if my idea was a terrible or an incredibly good one.

“Today I have a little different video for you.” I excitedly exclaimed although my stomach was twisting and turning. I was so nervous I thought I’d throw up right onto the lens of my Canon.

“I have a special guest here. It’s someone who you would have never expected to see on this channel. Believe me, I’m kinda shocked, too. Anyways please welcome Dan Howell aka danisnotonfire” I announced to my viewers.

Dan suddenly jumped into the picture frame, smiling towards the camera.

“Hello Internet.” he said, trying hard not to cringe.

Stupid nostalgic signature phrase. Dan sat down on the bed next to me, careful to not let our bodies touch while doing so. I took a quick glance at him. He was wearing a jumper with zippers on his shoulders. What a dump invention. It seemed like he got even taller since the last time I had seen him, but that was impossible. Freaking giant.

“So the reason for our surprising collaboration is that I came up with a new Youtube video idea.

It’s called the ‘We don’t like each other tag'”

Dan couldn’t hide a slight smile as I said that.

“Great idea.” Dan sarcastically whispered under his breath, knowing well enough that I could hear him. Loud and clear. Asshole.

I shot him a warning look before I continued talking to the camera.

“What you don’t know is that me and Dan have known each other for a really long time. We actually went to the same kindergarten, primary school and high school.” I told my viewers.

Dan nodded. “Yeah, we have sadly known each other for that long.”

I snorted through my nose, enraged. He just sat there and cockily grinned.

“Right. So during all those years Dan got taller and even more arrogant but one thing didn’t change.

We never liked each other.” I explained.

Although that wasn’t entirely true. There was a time when we could stand each other quite well. That moment lasted for 10 seconds.

“Didn’t like is such an understatement. We hated each other.” Dan added, like the know-it-all he has always been.

For the split of a second I felt hurt sting in my chest, like a mean bee had made it’s way to my heart.

I shook it off and reminded myself that I had hated him too. I still do.

“So I have prepared a few question that we are going to ask each other. I thought they’d be fun or hard to do. It’s basically like the ‘Best friend tag’ just played with your biggest enemy.”

I had written questions on slips of paper and put them all into bowl. I gulped hard as I took the first slip out.

“What’s your favourite physical feature about each other ?” I read out loud.

Why I’m a doing this ?! That’s such a stupid question. Why did I write that down. Oh yeah, because I wanted to know his answer to it.

I eyed him up and down as if I had to search for something decent looking about him. I had spent my whole childhood with him. His chocolate brown eyes, his fluffy hair, or his damn dimples, yes I was well acquainted with those features.

“I guess your face is alright.” I answered nonchalantly, although I was actually sitting on needles. My hands were sweaty and my heart racing. Alright was such an understatement.

“Thanks.” Dan smirked and started to check me out.

I felt his streaking eyes travel over my body. His gaze made me feel vulnerable and insure, just like the shy me back in high school. Dan’s eyes landed on my chest. Although I wasn’t showing a lot of cleavage his eyes were glued to my breasts.

He cheekily grinned.

“I guess my favourite physical feature of yours have to be your boobs.” he told me completely unashamed.

Dan took a last glance at my chest before he said. “Boobs, yeah definitely.”

I rolled my eyes, totally infuriated.

Now it was his turn to reach into the bowl and pick a question.

“We don’t you like each other ?” He read out loud,with his posh British accent that reminded me of our home town.

Well that sounded like a question that could simply be answered, right ? Wrong.

I breathed in deeply.

“Your oh so sweet danisnotonfire ripped all my doll’s heads off in kindergarten.”

I stated jokingly, knowing that it wasn’t a legit argument.

Dan couldn’t stop himself from laughing at the memory. His laugh sounded through my Londoner apartment, it hadn’t changed a single bit.

“Your revenge was to push me into some bushes on the way home, remember?” Dan asked still laughing and I couldn’t help but join in. But things got way too serious way too soon again.

“In primary school Dan told everyone I had a contagious disease and nobody talked to me for a week.” I hissed, remembering all the pointing fingers and disgusted faces my friends made. He has always been mean and I never knew why.

“Wow, I was a genius even back then.” Dan said with a smirk. “Let’s not forget that you poured water onto my lap and told everyone I had wet myself a week after.” His voice sounded hurt. I bet his week wasn’t really amusing either, having everyone thing he still wets his pants.

Well, looks like I wasn’t the nicest little girl either. My actions where always based on revenge though. Never had I ever started one of our fights. I just made sure that Dan wouldn’t run over me completely. Compared to high school those years where the easy ones. Our biggest rivalry hadn’t even started yet.

As soon as we touched the topic we started shouting all of the things we did to each other in high school into each others faces. That list was long and I still hadn’t forgiven him for some of his actions.

We were both in wild rage. If we were not in our twenties I bet we would have already picked a physical fight.

“You embarrassed me in front of my crush.” I shouted, my cheeks flustered.

“He never talked to me again.”

“Oh really ? Because I heard you blew him in the bathroom stall two days later.” Dan spat into my face.

My eyes widened in shock. Sudden disgust filled my veins. Blood was rushing to my cheeks. I evilly glared at Dan who was sitting opposite me now.

“How dare you accuse me of that, you stupid prick. Who the fuck even told you that ?” I hissed,my eyes were formed to slits by now.

“You didn’t ?!” Dan suddenly asked completely surprised and dumbfounded.

I shook my head in disbelief.

“Of course not. You were the one who always told me that I’m a lame prude !” I shouted on top of my lungs. Anger was pulsing through my veins. I should have really named it 'The we hate each other tag’  Yes, I did hate Dan Howell, everybody’s favourite Youtuber.

Dan had grown silent, although I wasn’t done yet. I was way to mad to notice that the camera was still recording. I didn’t notice that the way he looked at me had changed either.

“Do you actually know what hurt me most ? Do you even realize why I actually hated you in high school, Daniel Howell ? It fucking hurt when you kissed me behind the bike shed but invited my best friend to prom.” I wasn’t even screaming anymore. My voice was low and reproachful. Tears were welling in my eyes. I couldn’t believe that I actually, after all those years, opened up and told him.

“It was such a dick move of yours and it hurt so bad.” I whispered tears streaming down my face.

Dan stared at me like a lightning had hit him. His mouth was slightly opened, as if he was searching for the right words to say.

“Wait, you liked me ?!” Dan asked plain panic written all over his face.

“You idiot ! Of course I did, why else would I push you into the freaking bushes?!” I shouted between sobs.

“That doesn’t make sense at all !” He exclaimed, his eyes worriedly flickering to the salty tears that rolled down my cheeks.

“Wait again, so when I kissed you behind the bike shed you actually.. like wanted me to ?” he asked confused. As my hot tears had reached my chin I wiped them away with the back of my hand.

“I had waited for you to kiss me since I knew what kissing was. What for god’s sake made you think I didn’t ?” I confessed for the first time in my life. Damn, yes. I wanted him to kiss me so bad.

Dan started shaking his head. He ran his huge hands through his fluffy brown hair.

“No, no, no. You can’t be telling me that you liked me ?! I still remember when I finally found all the courage to kiss you that day. You had to stand on your tiptoes to reach my face and it was our first kiss ever. I was shaking so hard that I nearly missed your mouth. Afterwards I was so scared. I thought you hated me for kissing you ! I’m sorry, I should have never asked your friend out. I just thought you were way out of my league.”

Dan was totally devastated when he realized what he had done and what future he had destroyed. He buried his head into his hands, whispering “I am such an ass.” again and again.

“Daniel, I would very much enjoy kissing you.” I heard myself say. Seconds later Dan’s head shot up and he looked at me with wide eyes. I shot him an assuring smile before he carefully cupped my cheeks with his large palms. My eyes shot close and then finally he crashed his lips onto mine and set fireworks off in my body. They exploded in my chest and the pit of my stomach, sending a tingly feeling through my inside. I had seen and felt that overwhelming firework before. About 8 years ago, when we kissed for the first time behind the bike shed. Since then I have waited for that sensation to return. It finally did.


Guard!Jungkook Part Two

Last but definitely not least is our darling maknae who did so well MCing like I saw some gifs and he looked really comfortable like I’m really proud of him actually go kookie go I’m just proud of him in general bc really when you think about it he’s come so far like he used to be a lil bit more on the shy side but like now he seems a lot more open and free like he isn’t afraid to make weird faces whenever he wants and he goofs off a lot more and it makes me so happy to see him just having fun and chilling out and I just l o v e seeing him be all silly bc it’s so endearing and I just love

  • For anyone that hasn’t read part one and would like to, click here
  • Guard!Jungkook is lowkey your best friend
  • You two grew up together but he was always more focused on his training
  • His family had a long line of skilled warriors and the best guards in the entire country so he had a name to live up to
  • Sometimes you’d get him to be a kid with you but most times he was too busy following his parents around
  • It’s almost funny to think of how serious he was around you when he first signed up to be your guard
  • He could barely touch you bc he was so strict about the rules and he only ever spoke formally to you and he was just so !!! around you
  • But after a while he calmed down a t o n
  • It goes from barely being able to make eye contact for longer than 0.8 seconds to lowkey demanding cuddles every two seconds
  • He doesn’t like to outright say he wants cuddles but he makes it extremely obvious that he does
  • He brings out all of the fluffy blankets and big pillows
  • He kinda just gets really comfy and sits there with his arm casually draped across the bed, silently inviting you to come cuddle
  • If you ignore all of it, he starts clearing his throat until you look over and then once he has your attention he gives you the big smile that’s basically just “comE CUDDLE NOW PLZ AND THNX”
  • If you somehow manage to turn down all of that cuteness he just starts throwing shit at you
  • He finds some paper lying around and kinda just starts aiming at you
  • If you can still reject that, he literally gets up and carries you over like smh I just wanted cuddles why you gotta ignore me and shit when I just want love
  • B a n t e r
  • When you two are alone, it’s literally all banter
  • Everyone who sees how respectful he is around you in public would never guess that when he doesn’t have to be a guard, he’s calling you a lil shit
  • He loves you don’t get me wrong but he also loves teasing you
  • He’s the only person that can get you so riled up but also so giggly at the same time
  • You two could be insulting each other back and forth but you’d both have huge smiles on your faces
  • By the end of every “fight” you two are all cuddled up and are just giggling
  • You’re the only person he’s himself around tbh
  • Like he has friends but you’re his best friend
  • You know all of the lil secrets he has and he knows yours
  • He wouldn’t fall quickly
  • It would take him a while to open up to you and then even longer to fall in love 
  • It was a gradual thing really, there wasn’t any one day that he fell in love, there wasn’t an exact moment
  • Whenever you smiled, he could feel his heartbeat speed up
  • Whenever he casually grabbed your hand to lead you somewhere, his mind began to wander off to how it’d feel to be able to just hold your hand without any reason
  • Would you let him?? Would you rub the back of his hand with your thumb would you write your name onto his palm what would you do
  • And when you hugged him it was heavenly
  • He could smell your shampoo and he gets to hold you as close as he wants to for as long as he wants to
  • Hugs aren’t bad for you either though
  • You can smell his cologne and he’s just so warm and you can feel how strong his arms are bc they’re holding onto you all tight and shit and you just feel really safe
  • Like nobody would dare touch you when you had kookie by your side but when you were in his arms that was like a giant X on any plans
  • It takes him a second to realize he’s in love but after he does it’s kinda just like “shit”
  • He goes back to being lowkey awkward around you bc he doesn’t know how to handle this new information and he’s trying to make the feelings go away bc he’s been training his entire life to be a guard he can’t believe he broke rule number one
  • He has z e r o clue on how to handle this new situation
  • He’s never been in love before, he’s never really done that whole romance thing in general but to top that off, he’s in love with literally the only person in the entire kingdom he’s not allowed to be with
  •  It wouldn’t be until he sees the new prince that you’re supposed to marry that he actually makes a move
  • Something inside him snaps when he sees the prince holding onto your hand like um excuse me that’s supposed to be our thing
  • And before the prince leaves, he kisses your cheek and kook just about loses it
  • He should be the one strolling through the gardens with you and kissing your cheek, not some random dude neither of you have ever met
  • His mind is a bit clouded with the picture of the prince kissing your cheek tbh
  • He doesn’t exactly think anything through at that stage
  • He runs up to your room once everyone’s gone to bed and he’s just like I need to get something off of my chest rn I have complaints
  • Lowkey starts ranting about the prince while you’re trying really hard not to smile or laugh bc it’s so painfully obvious he’s jealous as fuck
  • “What do they see in him anyways?? He’s tall and shit but that’s literally it I mean his face isn’t horrible but he isn’t worthy of you, he had the personality of a stick!!! Why are you laughing excuse me this is serious I expect you to report all of this back to your parents and tell them it’s a no go bc he just didn’t sit right with me I don’t like him”
  • You kiss him instead of answering bc honestly you’ve been wondering if he feels the way you do
  • You knew it was true when he whispered an “I love you” to you when he thought you were asleep but you wanted to be sure
  • He freezes up and like his eyes are all wide when you smile up at him afterwards and he’s just !!
  • He’s gonna need an actual minute to realize what just happened and then he’s gonna be even more confused
  • You two would need to have a bit of a conversation after that just to tell each other how you feel
  • When he hears you say you love him he gets that really cute smile where it’s all just teeth and eye smile and lil bunny
  • Jungkook would be another person I see not wanting to be king
  • He’s just never wanted that and he still doesn’t so when you offer to pass it onto the next person he can’t agree fast enough
  • You two ended up getting a lil cottage on the castle property and he’s honestly so happy
  • He gets to kiss you whenever he wants, as many times as he wants to (and of course as many times as you want to) he gets to fall asleep and wake up next to you
  • Most importantly, he gets to say “I love you” as loudly as he wants, for everyone to hear
Strip poker with the boys

A/n: this is more of a crack fic, just a random long idea. If you’re looking for something more sexy…I’m sorry V_V


“I hope no—I hope no.” The boy is dangerously playing with the bottles, making a tower out of them. Everyone else in the room is holding their breath, watching with interest if Max could pull it off. “I said I hope nobody—hic—does a…” His expression turns twisted, the grin on his lips malicious, preparing for the attack. “SMASHING GRAB!” It’s a given that he fails in grabbing the bottles properly, and the top and bottom ones fall loudly on the ground.

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Records - One Shot - Repost

Originally posted by hoechlins

Reposted as my Tumblr was being an ass.

For @lovely-wagner​ - I hope this has turned out okay for you, I kinda felt this could go a different way, I’m sorry if it wasn’t what you wanted. Thanks for the request. Requests are still open if you have any ideas.

Reader x Bucky (Mentions of Reader x Steve)

Summary: Steve wants his best friend to approve of his new girlfriend. She’s sweet, kind and is a music professor. When she spends time with Bucky showing him records and music he can identify with, he falls for her hard. But what does he do about Steve?

Warnings: Angsty, sorry to put a downer on things. Also I’m not much of a Steve reader/writer, so I apologise if this sucks hard.  I really recommend listening to the songs, purely for the basis that they are amazing songs. Long one shot.

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BioWare LIs Falling in Love

Thanks @df0wl for allowing me to bounce ideas off of her and helped me write some of it, including Fenris! You’re the best writing buddy ever.

Alistair: Doesn’t realize it right away. It’s like watching the seasons change - at first it’s little changes, then one day you notice the entire landscape is different. Of course he always knew the warden was attractive, but it’s more than that. Alistair finds himself seeking out her company. He enjoys talking to her, learning about her childhood, making her laugh. He can’t help but feel a little jealous when he sees her talking to Zevran instead of him. She makes him happy, even during the darkest times. The feeling dawns on him late one night when he is lying awake in his tent. His thoughts drift to her, as they often did these days, and the words just pop into his head. I love her. Alistair sits up, head spinning, wondering where that just came from. Can it be? His heart beats a little faster, and he realizes that yes, he does love her. And he is oddly comfortable with the thought.

Kaidan: Knows it immediately, almost from the moment he meets Shepard. He doesn’t allow himself to put it into words, though. Not even if it’s just in his own mind. He knows there’s not point in pursuing such things. So, he ignores the butterflies in his stomach whenever Shepard is around. He ignores the way Shepard’s touch leaves a trail of fire on his skin. He pretends it isn’t true. Until the attack, when Shepard is taken away from him, his grief is so strong he has to admit his feelings were more than just professional. Only now there’s nobody to admit it to. 

Fenris: Is afraid. He’s never felt love of any kind before, and the strength of the emotion frightens him greatly. Hawke is, of course, the best thing that has ever happened to him. But am I the best it will ever get for Hawke? Fenris isn’t sure if he can give Hawke everything they deserve. Am I good enough? He can’t say it out loud, he can’t admit this burden. The only thing he can think to do is break up with Hawke. That will protect us both. But when he meets Hawke, the words won’t come. He averts his eyes and wishes he’d never gotten himself into this situation. Hawke knows something is wrong, and takes Fenris by the hand. The feeling of warm fingers wrapped around his own is comforting, and suddenly Fenris is no longer afraid.

Isabela: Denies it for months. She can’t be in love. Absolutely not. Isabela doesn’t just fall in love, because she doesn’t believe it really exists anyway. Love is just a silly word people use to exert power over them. At least, that’s what she believed for years. Now…now she isn’t so sure. She enjoys Hawke’s company, that’s true. They do have fun together. She misses Hawke whenever they are not together. Talking to Hawke is always the highlight of Isabela’s day. Plus, the sex is incredible. So if it’s not love, what is it? Isabela tries to distance herself, to try to straighten out her head. She finds herself completely unable to shut off her feelings as she has always done in the past. Eventually she has to admit it. She loves Hawke. Dammit.

Garrus: He knows he is in love soon after Shepard is brought back, when they spend countless nights together on the Normandy. They talk like old friends who have known each other twenty years. Shepard quickly becomes Garrus’ confidant, someone to lean on in hard times. He tries his best to do the same for her, too. Shepard is, without a doubt, the best thing in his life. Being in love doesn’t frighten Garrus, but he has no idea what to do about it. He doesn’t even know if Shepard feels the same way about him. How do humans usually go about these things? He ends up watching some vids and reading some stuff about humans online to find out how to confess his feelings to Shepard. 

Cullen: Everyone seems to know a secret that Cullen just isn’t aware of. People start giving him knowing smiles whenever they see him with the Inquisitor, winking at him whenever she enters the room. He doesn’t understand why, until one day Dorian fills him in. “It’s in your eyes,” he tells Cullen, “and your smile. That look only means one thing, my friend.” Cullen is shocked for a moment. He’s been in love before, but it didn’t feel anything like this. Last time it was all sweaty palms and fever dreams. Now, he felt happy, warm, and whole. This time was…better. This was real. He was in love, and this time, it would be forever.

Anders: Feels nothing but dread. Love is a messy thing. If you were not careful, love would crush you. He knows this first hand. But he is not only fearful for himself, but for Hawke. He cannot offer Hawke any type of life other than that of an apostate. He is not what Hawke needs or deserves. He cannot allow himself to feel this way, he cannot speak the words aloud to anyone, ever. However, no matter how hard he tries, the feeling never dissipates. It only intensifies over time, and Anders finds himself almost unable to breathe under the weight of it. He loves Hawke so much he can’t stand it. 

Liara: Doesn’t know the difference between love and infatuation. Shepard was incredible, larger than life. Shepard could make anyone fall in love. But she thinks this is different. Her thoughts are with Shepard most of the day, worrying about whether or not this is the time they won’t come back. Liara can’t get past her nerves whenever Shepard is in the room. Her heard is spinning, she feels like she’s falling into a black hole. It’s a pleasant feeling, but at the same time frightening. Her attraction to Shepard isn’t a secret. Everyone knows about it, and Shepard even seems to reciprocate. Liara doesn’t say anything about it for a long time, because she wants to be absolutely sure. 


A/N: So Jules got me to fill a request for them and it was challenging, but definitely interesting! I changed up the request a bit, but I hope it’s still kind of what you wanted. Buckle up, ‘cause things are about to get interesting 😈

“When you open your requests again you should definitely make an imagine about how you’re James’s daughter and he’s super over protective (people will look at you and he’ll snap, guys look at you and he’ll kill them). You finally get a boyfriend and he kills him but it’s in the hotel so he’s stuck there 😂”

Hope you enjoy!

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Rushing into classroom CLA221, I was eager to be early rather than on time. The reason was that this philosophy class was one of my last graduation requirements of University and I couldn’t fuck up my 4.0 GPA.

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