face that looks like it was carved by angels

1 | You’ll Never Walk Alone



series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut

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Seoul; the party capital of the world. At least that’s what you’d heard at university from the girls who hadn’t spent their adolescence in exile. They would all squark with delight as they exchanged crazy stories about unrequited love and getting so drunk they blacked out and still can’t remember a thing; of course that was merely Sarah Holt’s way of justifying kissing her best friends boyfriend at social gatherings, but that was none of your business.

You had always been the foreigner, sent to England after your parents died in a plane crash at the tender age of fourteen. To say the girls from school lived up to their British stereotypes would be an understatement, they all relished in the unveiling of your sob story. Unfortunately the past wasn’t a talent show and the truth did you no favours, it only weighed heavily on your heart. Admittedly life wasn’t all bad being Park Jimin’s younger sister, he was the youngest billionaire in South Korea after all, much to your friends’ envy. A teeny part of you anticipated catching up with your older brother, not that you shared anything in common beyond DNA.

After spending three years almost five thousand miles away from your childhood home, the limousine finally pulled up to the manor house. It was still the same as you remembered it; shapely colourful shrubs adorned the surrounding fields as soon as the gates opened. A beautiful cherry blossom tree swayed calmly in the summer breeze right outside the front door, it was so surreal returning home after spending so long avoiding it.

“Y/N? Is that you?” A voice you recognised straight away asked, though it seemed much manlier in comparison to three years ago.

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to kill a king | (m)

pairing: taehyung x reader
kinda semi public smut i guess, gambling

A game of poker is what you come for - but you soon realize, the real prize you want is the infamous player named V. Who will win the game?

Originally posted by hoshikio

It’s electrifying.

The atmosphere, charged with caution and rigged luck.

Bitter chuckles, mocking taunts, mumbled curses and the sweet sound of chips clattering. Crowds around tables, blinking slot machines, shouts about bets. There is a tension in the air, the one caused by taking risks and the cold sweat that comes with it. A final check is made somewhere over there and the gathered bystanders applaud. It nearly drowns out the smooth jazz filling the background but it’s nothing you pay attention to anyway.

No, the click of your heels on the stone floor does not halt at the commotion of the countless tables, lecherous greed roused up by cheering masses, waving money, placing bets, losing or winning it all. Those games hold no interest to you, way too public, too exposed, too little to win.

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Boyfriend Series; Jeonghan

- baby you are jeonghan’s angel
- for your first date, jeonghan takes you to a fancy indoor restaurant and by fancy i mean there’s a chandelier hanging from the ceiling and a grand white piano sitting in the unoccupied space in the middle and everyone’s dressed formally
- it’s like eating in the ballroom of a castle
- the night goes on and you both enjoy each other’s company and enjoy the delicious food
- when suddenly, someone walks up to the piano and starts playing a beautiful melody
- everyone in the restaurant turns to the pianist and sways along to the music, including you
- jeonghan then gets up from his seat and holds his hand out to you saying “let’s go dance”
- and you say “dance?? here??” and jeonghan just laughs and takes your hand
- he leads you to the dance floor and slow dances with you, and others start joining you guys as the dancefloor is suddenly filled with couples slow dancing
- and under that chandelier, while the pianist slowly plays the end of their piece, is where you and jeonghan share your first kiss
- you always ask yourself how could he be so pretty??
- like you’d surprise him then take a picture of his reaction but when you look at the picture his face still looks like it’s been carved by angels and you’re like wtf
- lazy days are spent indoors watching movies or talking while listening to music
- you like making him flower crowns when you’re both sitting around in the park and he makes one for you too
- absolutely LOVES it when you play with his hair or run your fingers through them
- he always calls you “angel” and your heart just bursts
- slow and gentle kisses on the lips
- can you imagine having to take care of him when he’s sick
- “can you pass me the remote?” “jeonghan it’s right next to you” “your boyfriend is on his deathbed and you can’t do such a simple thing for him???”
- turns into a mom sometimes but it’s just his way of showing how much he cares
- surprisingly really clingy like he wants to be with you 24/7 but his busy schedule can’t let that happen
- you guys actually see each other so often that you both pick up one another’s habits and small actions
- the members all notice this and are all like omfg……. you guys are turning into each other……
- falls asleep at the sound of your voice during late night calls because it relaxes him
- you guys have matching umbrellas and you’re always hoping for a rainy day so that you guys can walk around with them
- you also have matching halos, a joke gift from the other members to you two
- steals the other members’ jokes and tells them to you so that you’d think he’s the funniest (and also because he loves your laugh)
- “wait jeonghan i think hoshi told me that one before” “i can’t believe he’s stealing my jokes”
- loves taking naps together
- you guys start off cuddling and it’s cute and everything but when you wake up you’re on the floor because jeonghan took all thE SPACE AND BLANKETS
- he always slowly threads his fingers around yours when holding hands
- and by slowly i mean SLOWLY like he’s teasing you and you get so flustered
- when you say or do something that he doesn’t approve of, he may be smiling but his eyes say “excuse me?”
- like once you were telling him about how much you love this boy group that ISN’T seventeen and the next day he bought you a seventeen album to make a point
- and once he asked you “who do you like better, me or seokmin?” and as a JOKE
- you said “seokmin!!” and he was so offended
- you’d ask him a question and he’d say “why don’t you ask seokmin” and this went on for like three days
- teases you when you cry over something small like a movie or drama but when you cry for real, he holds you in his arms and lets you cry as much as you want because he doesn’t want you to pretend you’re all right when you’re really not
- he constantly reminds you that he loves you
- he’ll tell you when you’re sad, angry, happy, anytime and anywhere HE LOVES YOU WITH ALL HIS HEART DON’T EVEN THINK FOR A SECOND THAT HE DOESN’T
- doesn’t give you his jacket when it’s cold, he SHARES it with you
- you’d both be all wrapped up in each other while walking in the cold and then you’d both head to the dorm and share a blanket on the couch
- complains when you get up because if he could, he’d snuggle with you forever
- pretty lazy so when the members need him to do something, they use you
- “i don’t want to go” “(name) is going to be there” “i was just kidding of course i’m going”
- always asks you what you’re going to wear before meeting up so he can match with you
- tries really hard to sing loudly and dance energetically during concerts because he knows you’re watching but as a result tires himself out a lot
- “i’m sorry…. but i looked cool right??”
- you’re honestly a big motivator in jeonghan’s life and that’s saying a lot because if he could, he’d just lie around all day
- you’re the reason he works so hard and the reason why he never wants to give up because he wants to make you so proud of him
- but he’s also a big motivator in YOUR life because he always makes you want to do your best and get back up on your feet when you fall
- “(name), whose angel are you?”
- “jeonghan’s angel”

Feel Again

Originally posted by sssmcdlove

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: Smut, Swearing, Angst, References to past psychological trauma

Summary: Bucky Barnes struggles in a world of violence and pain. But when she enters his life, he begins to feel new, beautiful emotions. He no longer feels crippled with guilt. He feels solace. He feels again. 

A/N: Gif is not mine :) 

It all started on a mission in Romania.

After a days worth of trekking through the dense, Romanian forest, you finally reached the small wooden cabin that would become you and the Winter Soldier’s safe house.

The cabin was a cute little thing, cozy and warm, with a large family room that boasted a beautiful, stone fireplace. It was the type of house that made you feel at home even though you had only been inside for five minutes. The four bedrooms were quite large and the master suite had a large, soft bed that felt as though you were sinking through clouds. This was definitely the place you wanted to be after a hike through the Romanian Alps.  

After washing up, you sat by the fire Bucky had started and allowed your hair to dry. As you did, you slowly became transfixed by the hypnotic dance of the fames that flickered in a rhythmic beat, the heat of their passionate waltz permeating onto your skin.

A rustle at the door pulled your focus away from the fire and toward Bucky, who was carrying large logs of wood in his arms.

“Hey,” he smiled as he walked into the living room where you were comfortably perched.

“Hi,” you smiled back; just as Bucky crouched down to toss another log in the fire. You gave him a quick glance before your eyes turned back toward the fire.

You and Bucky had rarely exchanged words during the mission. He was a quiet listener and polite but he kept his thoughts to himself. It was when the two of you were trudging through the forest when he started to open up, as though the wild had awakened a part of him that helped him settle in the skin that he wore like armor. But he still didn’t divulge much about himself, and you found him mysterious.

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for anon who requested something super fluffy about vernon and his long distance girlfriend. i had so so much fun writing this and may have gone a lil overboard, but im still excited. i hope you like it! (also, sorry for any typos or weird grammar errors, i still need to do a lil bit of editing but i didnt want you to wait too long before i posted it <3)

genre: the fluffiest fluff

word count: 1,256

warnings: none <3

Originally posted by xoxo-vernon

     It was early. It was cold. You were tired. Honestly, by this point, the only thing you wanted was food that wasn’t from an airplane, but you still had 3 hours to go. Staring out the window at the perfect, fluffy clouds eventually got boring, so you shut your eyes and tried your hardest to get another nap in.
When you woke up again, the plane was just about to land. It took you a second, but once you came to your surroundings, your heart jumped. You were gonna see him again. Biting back a grin, you waited patiently for the plane to land, and once it did, you were desperate to get back on land.
Coming out of the airport and into a taxi, you had realized a terrible mistake in fashion. Where you lived, it was really warm, but it was still chilly in Korea. You wrapped your arms around yourself and hoped that the dorm the boys stayed in was relatively close. To your relief, the taxi quickly made it to the dorm where your boyfriend and his 12 band mates lived. Biting back nerves and any fears, you swallowed, and raised your hand to the door. A couple short knocks seemed to echo inside until the door opened to a very shocked Seungcheol. Before he could say anything, you interrupted him, praying that he wouldn’t ruin the surprise. 

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What I’ve Done

Characters: Y/N Winchester (sister!reader), Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Self doubt, self loathing, making wrong decisions. Canon typical.    

Word Count: 2200ish

A/N: This is 1 out of my 13 entries for @mamapeterson / @mrs-squirrel-chester’s Album Fanfiction Challenge where I chose the album “Smoke and Mirrors” by Imagine Dragons. The song prompt for this fic is: Hopeless Opus

This is kinda a rewrite of the ep The Man That Would Be King. I changed and took out a few things to fit in my reader but it is very much based on the ep. I stole and rephrased some of Castiel’s monologue from that ep as well. I do not claim to own any of that writing.

Thanks so much to the amazingly sweet @bkwrm523 for betaing this for me. I love you Sara!

The expression on her face, when she realized he had been lying to them for almost a year was burned into his mind. It was all he saw, no matter where he went or what he did. The hurt, pained expression on her face. His betrayal had hurt them all. His betrayal had angered them all.

For such a long time it had been so clear to Castiel he was doing the right thing. Working with Crowley had been a necessary evil. It had been the only way and Castiel knew the Winchesters would never have understood that. Nor should they have too. They stopped one apocalypse and now the angels or a portion of them anyway, was trying to start another. Castiel had never been more ashamed in his life. Y/N and Dean had lost a brother to this war. A brother Castiel unsuccessfully had tried to bring back. Y/N had gone to school and Dean had found love. They moved on. They deserved to have lives. Castiel hadn’t wanted to disrupt them but he had watched. He had thought about asking for their help so many times. He knew it was his best option, but he couldn’t. Dean looked peaceful and Y/N looked happy. Castiel knew they missed Sam, but it was his choice to not contact them and to keep hunting on his own. Or so Castiel had thought back then. He hadn’t realized it wasn’t all of Sam he had pulled out of the cage. He hadn’t realized until it was too late. As soon as Dean learned about Sam’s missing piece, he had called his sister back in. Castiel had not shown himself but she has watched the anger and pain on her face as she faced her oldest brother. The same pain he had watched on Dean’s face when he had realized Bobby had known about Sam being back, had been written all over Y/N’s face as she confronted Dean.

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anonymous asked:

hey! i'm kinda new to btob, and i'm still trying to get to know them. do u think u could give me a quick one sentence description of their personalities? i havent really been able to grasp them ^^; it's okay if u don't want to! u just seem like u know them pretty well :)

This is super cute and I’m gonna try it to the best of my abilities because I love my boys. Although, I don’t think that I can write just a quick sentence about them yikes. (Also they’re a super dorky loud beagle group I don’t think I can give a serious answer omG) 

Seo Eunkwang- (vocals) please don’t get me started he’s my ult bias, the tiniest leader you’ll ever see, his voice actually has the power to bring me to tears, literally one of the nicest voices i’ve ever had the pleasure of hearing?, tragic emo hot topic bird debut hair, super contagious nasty loud laugh, so so sweet, extra as hell

Lee Minhyuk- (rapper) cute hammo hamster boy with a body carved by angels, a super rough rap voice but also super soft singing voice, how does he do it, could punch me in the face, dresses like a dad, extra as hell

Lee Changsub- (vocals) an egg with the voice of a thousand angels, high key the weirdest but only for the laughs, a literal ball of sunshine, seriously he never fails to make me laugh, VISUALS THO, extra as hell

Lim Hyunsik- (vocals) a blinding eye smile that makes you fall in love immediately, so handsome, serves up the biggest boyfriend looks, lover of kermit the frog, composes the bops, lowkey extra as hell

Peniel Shin- (rapper) soft squish boy from chicago usa, kind of quiet until he’s not, needs more lines always and forever, has a dog named pennie and it’s the cutest thing, really loves to take photos, extra as hell

Jung Ilhoon- (rapper) inventor of The™ aegyo gwiyomi game, please don’t bring it up, king of comeback hair, thinks his british accent is Top Quality, a fashion god, looks normal but is probably one of the most extra as hell tbh

Yook Sungjae- (vocals) designated giant lovable maknae, lover of fishing, endearing speaker of english, actor of the century, somehow the most mature out of all of btob but respect? he doesn’t know her (esp. to changsub), still extra as hell

AnywAys I hope this gives you an idea of who btob are, literally just extra as hell and f u l l of passion. They love their melodies (fanbase) so so much and while I’ve only been a part of the community for a few months, they’re honestly one of the sweetest and funniest groups I have ever seen. Also if anyone wants to add anything else that’d be LIT I’m always up for a roast discussion about my boys

destielonfire  asked:

destiel please, you can pick the tone as long as it's not an unhappy end ^^ 🤑🏃💼👬

ok, I wrote dean!smith/end!cas because it’s my fav and the emojis screamed dean!smith to me. sorry if I interpreted the emojis too loosely, kinda realised that by the end :x

Dean Smith enjoyed many things in life. He loved his job, his black coffee, his house, the fact his desk was always clean and organised, fresh and healthy salads, and most of all: his newest model car. A white, shimmering pearl almost screaming the fact it was brand new. Dean wished he could always keep it that way. Sometimes he’d walk over to the large window in his office and look down to see his car shining at the parking lot, brighter than all the others. It made his heart jump a little. Sometimes he wondered that maybe if he’d grown up under different circumstances, he would’ve fixed cars or even made them. They’d always interested them. But as a CEO, he didn’t have time to dive deep into the mechanics and car industry.

He already had plenty of stuff to do, hurrying from place to place, trying to do more work than possible in 24 hours. All he knew was that he wanted to keep his car in a good shape and make it look absolutely spot on.

Therefore, he wanted that extra little attention from some professionals every once in a while. He treated his car with a visit to the mechanics a little more often than maybe needed; but as long as his car was up to date and ready to face whatever was waiting, Dean Smith was happy. He didn’t mind spending that extra amount of cash for a check up. Plus, he rather enjoyed going to the mechanics. One specific mechanic, to be precise. 

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Summary: The most notorious mafia gang in the city, and you’re at the heart of it…quite literally!

Based off of this request - “All of BB - MADE trailer. All hitmen. U r like a sister to them. All live together in a safe house (love ur cooking/adorable family). U get kidnapped & fucked up badly (ANGST!), they r PISSED. People get fucked up, killed while they save you. Fun ;)”

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Part 10 - Finale

‘Hey, Jagi!-ugh!’

You crash your whole body into him, jumping into his arms and wrapping yourself around him, whispering ’ohmygod’ over and over again as you burrow your face into his neck.

'Jagi, its okay-you’re safe.’

'No i’m not, Ji! How THE HELL Are you here?! They’re coming back for me any second- they told me i’m getting sold, I-’

'Hey! Heyheyhey! Jagi, calm down. I’m here now, you’re safe. Its okay.’ he hushes you, walking over to sit on the bed with you still wrapped around him, gently pulling your head away from his neck to look at you, and even though you know you’re a snivelling, tearstained mess, you still latch your lips to his when he presses his to yours, running your hands over him frantically to make sure he was real as you try to get as close to him as possible.

'How? How?’ you breathe against his mouth, grabbing his jaw with both hands to make him look at you, as you take in the sight of him again, his flawless skin, the dangerous curve of his eyes that made him look like a cat, the perfect pout of his lips that you constantly wanted to taste and the overall perfection of his cheekbones and jawline that made him look as if he was carved by angels.

'Didn’t you trust me?’ he asks, a devilish smirk stretching across his lips as he holds you close, but you dont notice how tight he was holding you until he suddenly removes his arms from you and your body tingles with the relief. Its only when he’s delicately pulling your hands from his face that you realise his attention had moved from you to your wrists, his brows pulling close together as he looks at the light bruising surrounding them.

'Who did this?’ he asks quietly, not taking his eyes from the marks as he inspects them until you dont answer him straight away, which is when he peers up at you with an angry/upset glance and pulls you in for a brief kiss.

'Jagi, who did it-’

'Ji, I have to tell you something…’ you whisper, not entirely sure how to explain to him that it was two of his own men that had taken you, having to grab onto his hands tightly as you prepare yourself to say it.

'It was Seunghyun and Daesung.’

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You Are The Winter Soldier. (Part 1/?)

Originally posted by ariesw1493

Hi!! So this is my first Bucky x Reader fanfic sorta thing and I’m not sure if anyone will read it, but it’s worth a try. I love writing stuff like this and I hope you enjoy what I’ve got in store for you dolls ;)

Warnings: none really (swearing??)

Italics are the readers thoughts.

Brooklyn, 1935

You had grown up with Bucky and Steve, you three were inseparable. It all started when you were on your way home from school one cold December evening. You heard muffled grunts and the sound of feet shuffling. Naturally, you being your curious self, was drawn to these noises and you felt the urge to check it out. You could tell the noises came from the other side of the street, so you crossed over quickly, but quietly. You hid behind a large garbage bin and peered your head round the wall to look out onto the alleyway. You saw a little scrawny boy who you recognised from your grade at school. Steve Rogers. He was holding up the tin lid of a garbage can and his lip was burst, blood spilling onto his chin. The boy he was fighting, who was significantly larger than him, you didn’t recognise. He swung at Steve, his fist colliding with Steve’s jaw with a loud crack. You grimaced at his actions, and before you knew it your feet were pulling you closer behind the large figure. You grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him back, managing to duck, causing him to punch the wall next to your head when you startled him. 

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the signs and how they celebrate halloween w/vixx
  • Aries: arguing with Ken over who does a better Dracula voice 
  • Taurus: drinking ‘blood’ (fruit punch) with Leo 
  • Gemini: helping Hakyeon decorate halloween gift baskets he made for his members 
  • Cancer: running away with Hyuk’s fake halo because you refuse to let him be an angel this year. he is never an angel 
  • Leo: convincing Hongbin that the doll over there definitely just blinked at him 
  • Virgo: carving cute faces into pumpkins with Ravi 
  • Libra: looking up pics of animals in costumes with Leo 
  • Scorpio: Hakyeon doing your makeup for your costume
  • Sagittarius: stealing the neighbors fake skeleton off their door because it’s cooler than your fake skeleton with Ken 
  • Capricorn: putting glow in the dark stickers on everything in the house with Hyuk 
  • Aquarius: trying to figure out who stole all the recess pieces from the candy bowl with Ravi 
  • Pisces: pretending to talk like zombies the whole day with Hongbin 
I just wanted to say… I’m sorry, we were kids. I’m sorry, I had nothing to live for. I’m sorry, I got swept away by the jade, igniting sea, by the flutterflash of his eyelashes under the apologetic sun. I’m sorry, I don’t know why I always fall for the swan instead of the hawk. I still melt into him like wet clay, like a heat wave, like a shuddering star, strumming his ribs like the strings of a guitar, the wild expanse of his rosefield stomach, how semblence slips away when his tongue blankets mine. Our love is a deathmatch, at the banks of Tartarus, with a hooded creature and a cyclops. I’m sorry I only seem to look at the world with one eye, but a blind man’s vision is bound to be gifted and some say spirits swarm me, that chaos wrecks my skies. The first day, his bare, blooming feet, the sandy blisters on his heels, how he raced against time like Hercules cutting through clouds with his sword, all his hair in his face, gold fountains like magma, those eyes carved by conch shells; floating within them; sea angels. The first kiss, I’m thirteen, my heart’s half-chewed up, he engulfs me like a raging tsunami and spits out what’s left of the dead beating thing. Look, my love, you are all that I lived for. You are the pyramids and the seven bleeding oceans, you are my fatal flaw, my waning moon. Close your eyes. There’s too much blood, and remember that to me, you’ll always be that five-year-old boy with two missing teeth and firebird wings, tipping me over like an iceberg, drowning me in your sugar-sweet disposition. To me, you are forever the innocent flower, the boy who answered some petulant, tantrum-throwing god’s call, won eternal prosperity and lost a part of his soul in the bargain. Oh, dear, light-blessed boy, there are squalls in your veins. Oh Achillies, your enchanted plumes are summer-thick and twice as strong. Oh, Achillies I grant you everything, I fall to your feet now in rapture and not in pain. Oh, Achillies, I grant you a thousand lifetimes worth of joy & peace & wishes performed. Oh, Achillies, may we meet again, somewhere in the cold heart of sky, somewhere at the bottom of your mother’s saltwater empire, somewhere, in a moonblue field where I can fall asleep to your lyre and your cosmic touch. Oh, Achillies. Close your eyes. There’s too much blood.
—  Requiem For An Angel / A Saga / Patroclus’ Parting Words // j.r
Just another Angel

Request: I LOVE your writing!! Could you maybe do one where y/n’s best friend/ roommate gets killed by something and y/n, having been raised as a hunter sets out to get the thing when Sam and Dean show up at her door as detectives? Once they discover both parties are hunters they team up? Maybe a little sexual tension between y/a and dean? Xoxoxo

Characters: Dean, Sam, reader, Riley (readers best friend), Castiel, surprise character (Angel)

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: swearing, death, angst, lots of blood, gore

Word count: 4895

A/N: Y/F/N= your fathers name Y/L/N= your last name. This turned out a lot more than I had expected, a lot more characters than I planned to put into it. Comments, likes and reblogs are much appreciated.

“Hey Y/N” Riley shouted as she opened the door to the motel you were staying in, “you find anything else on that case?” She asked.

“Nothing” you replied without looking up from your laptop, “you talk to the family, find anything else out?” You asked her.

Riley walked over to her bed and threw her backpack down. “Yeah, the kid gave me something that his mother was drawing before she died”, she told you as she pulled an old, crumpled piece of paper out of her backpack. She finally had your full attention, as she passed you the paper you looked up from your laptop. “That look familiar to you?” She asked.

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Shrek 2   {Sentence Starters}

  • “Oh, sweet sister mother of mercy! I’m melting!”
  • “You still look like an ass to me.”
  • “I don’t care whose fault this was, just get this place cleaned up!”
  • “Pardon me. Would you mind letting me go?”
  • “Well, I wasn’t the one who refused to stop for directions.”
  • “Someday I will repay you, unless of course I can’t find you, or if I forget.”
  • “I don’t feel any different. Do I look any different?”
  • “For five minutes, could you not be yourself? FOR FIVE MINUTES!”
  • “I had hoped you would never see me like this.”
  • “You HAVE the right to remain silent. What you lack is the capacity.”
  • “You have forced me to do something I really don’t want to do.”
  • “First things first. We need to get you out of those clothes.”
  • “You have engaged my valuable services.”
  • “It’s a little early to be thinking about that, isn’t it?”
  • “My diet is ruined! I hope you’re happy.”
  • “Are you kiddin’? He’s gorgeous! His face looks like it was carved by angels.”
  • “I don’t wanna die! I don’t wanna DIE!”
  • “Quick, while they’re not looking, we can make a run for it!”
  • “Say something crazy, like, ‘I’m wearing ladies underwear!’”
  • “Don’t worry. Things just seem bad because it’s dark and rainy.”
  • “Think of the saddest thing that’s ever happened to you.”
  • “Now’s our chance. Let’s go back inside and pretend we’re not home.”
  • “That’s not little, that’s a really big problem!”
Childhood Crush - Jackson Whittemore Imagine

Childhood Crush – TW Imagine

Prompt: You’ve finally decided to move to Beacon Hills after living out of Beacon Hills for a while. Being Lydia’s younger sister, Jackson finally got to meet you and wants to hang out.

A/N: My first Jackson Whittemore and First Person imagine!! I know I made the relationship develop abit too fast but it’s an imagine! I don’t know, but I really hope you guys like this. I’ll be having a break from writing for a week since exams are in 3 days! Wish me luck!

Pairing: Jackson x Reader

Word Count: 1716

Originally posted by kninjaz

Your POV

“You’ll be fine, trust me on this.” My sister, aka Lydia, places a hand on my arm as she rubs it in a comforting way. “I don’t know.. This is my first time going Beacon Hills High School and I’m nervous.” I sigh, holding the straps of my bag. “Believe me, once everyone finds out you’re my sister, they will try to befriend you.” She winks, crouching down to grab her own bag. “Oh that’s right, you’re Miss Popular.” I joke, rolling my eyes. “Plus, you’re only like- what?- two year younger than me?” She begins to head out her bedroom and I follow behind her. “One. But thanks for remembering my age, sis.” I say sarcastically. “Love you too, baby.”

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Memories ; Alec x Reader

‘When I wake up to your footsteps, as you get up out of bed’

You heard Alec shuffle from the bed behind you as you picked up your black shirt that had been lazily thrown on the floor. Quiet muffles left his mouth, making you laugh slightly at his croaky voice as you walked back to your side of the bed and sat down on the White sheets, placing a cold hand on your still half asleep boyfriends cheek, sending chills down his spine, making him more awake than what he had been.

‘A melody so perfect, that it gets me through the day’

You hummed your favourite song to yourself, before moving your head down, placing a tender kiss to his forehead. Moments like these were Alec’s favourite. He didn’t have to try to be someone he wasn’t, or try to act strong and like a leader. When Alec was with you, he felt as if he could be himself. He could breathe without someone telling him he was doing it wrong. You were the only person that Alec felt safe with, the only one he truly loved. You were the reason he carried on, everyday.

‘All I need to know is, where to stop’

“Alec, it’s okay- it’s okay, just stop” You rushed to your boyfriend, tugging on his arm pulling him away from the demon he had shot arrows at multiple times.
“It’s okay, you hear me? I promise.”
Placing a hand on his right arm you lowered his bow, putting it to his side before snaking your arms around his torso tightly, as he just stood there.
“It almost got you. Killed you even.”
His words came out bluntly as you both stood in the middle of a dark alleyway, two brick walls either side of you, the only source of light coming from a flickering street lamp from around the corner. The demon that had tried to kill you, now a grey pile of dust laying carelessly on the floor.
“But you saved me. You always do-”
“I’m just scared one day I won’t be able to.”
Alec lowered his head into the crook of your neck as he took in a deep breath.
“Alec, listen to me okay?”
You looked up to him, placing both hands on his cheeks, making full eye contact with him.
“You will always, always be here to save me. I trust you Alec, I love you. We’ve always got each other’s backs and I know that neither of us would ever let anything ever happen. I know that you will always be here to save me when I need you- the things people say to you about not being good enough and whatever, it’s just lies. Believe me Alec, I know what you’re like, you get scared and you just don’t know when to stop. I love you okay? And you love me. I know for sure, you would never let anything happen.”
You smiled up to him, the orange street lamp made his cheek bones stand out, as he smiled slightly back at you, nodding his head slowly.
“I just love you so much, I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to yo-”
“Nothing ever will happen to me. You know why? Because I have you. Now, let’s go back to the institute yeah?”

‘Take my hand and show me forever, so never will I ever let you go’

Taking your hand in his big ones, you both made your way to the institute, or what you both called, home.

‘All these precious moments, that we carved in stone’

It was your birthday, and you and Alec were laid by the lake, on a picnic blanket after just finishing an extremely good home cooked meal by Alec, that you still couldn’t believe he actually made, as it was that good. You were watching the stars, fascinated how just small sparkles in the sky looked so beautiful. However, Alec was watching a whole other kind of beauty, as his eyes flickered over every small detail of your face. It was like he was hypnotised by you. He knew that Shadowhunters were half angel, however when it came to you, he swore you were fully. You turned to face him after a couple of minutes as you could feel his stare, gazing through you.
“You okay?”
He hummed in response, a smile plastered on his face as he sat up, moving his hand in a motion for you to sit up also. Confused by his actions you did what he wanted, and you moved your head to the side slightly.
“I have a present for you.”
“Alec! I said you didn’t need to-”
“I wanted to.” He replied quietly, rummaging through his pockets before pulling out his fist, obviously with your present in. Smiling to himself he kneeled up, before crawling to sit behind you, where he gently moved your hair out the way of your neck.
“Shut your eyes”
You closed them tightly, stomach filled with butterflies as the moment felt so perfect. You felt Alec put some kind of necklace around your neck, as a cool object hit you chest gently, and a small click then coming from behind as you assumed he did up a clasp.
“Okay. Now open.”
You fluttered open your eyes to find him now sitting in front of you, a goofy smile on his face. As you looked down a small, dark grey stone laid on your chest, you lifted it up with you hands and turned it upside down to read what it had written on it. A grin fell on your face as you read both yours and Alec’s names carved into the stone.
“Alec,” You breathed out.
“I love it! I love it so much, thank you.”
He smiled just as big in response, pulling you in for a tight hug before whispering into your hair.
“Every time you look at it, you’ll remember this moment.”

‘Memories after all’

“Watch out- NO!!”

Alec’s screams filled the dusty air as he watched a demon sneak up at you from behind, before quickly digging it’s venom filled nails into the back of your neck.

“No, no, no, no!”

Lifting his bow and arrow as quick as possible Alec shot an arrow hitting the demon right the head, before dropping everything and running to you, catching you just before you were about to hit the ground. The demon now gone like puff of smoke.

“No, this isn’t happening. Please- no.”

Alec held you tightly in his shaking arms, watching you as you tried to focus on his face to distract you from the pain shooting through every inch of your body.


Your voice came out horse, like a croak.

“I love you Alec, so much, your my everythin-”

The pain cut you short, as you took a sharpe breath in. Alec still holding you in his arms, speechless. All those words echoed through his head. All those things you said all those times before. It was as if he was watching the world fall apart right in front of him. He stroked your hair softly, pulling you up closer to him, tears now leaving his eyes running down his hot cheeks, before placing his lips against your soft ones. Using all of your strength you managed to kiss back softly, and in that moment you felt as if everything was going to be okay. You felt as if the pain had just disappeared, just like that. Lying in Alec’s arms made you feel safe, it made you realise he was still protecting you. So you let go of the pain and let numbness take over your body.

'It’s taking it’s toll, deep in my soul’

Shuffling in bed, Alec groaned as he stretched his arms up out of the covers, before pulling himself out of bed and getting ready for the day.

He picked up one of many black shirts from the floor and threw it over his head before finding some black jeans, which he threw on also. Ruffling his hair carelessly he made his way out into the centre of the institute. Keeping his head low, avoiding eye contact from any other Shadowhunter, he made his way to one of the demon tracking machines, before a familiar accent rung through his ears loudly.


Jace jogged up to him quickly, his blonde hair bouncing as he did so before giving him a friendly pat on the back.

“I want you to meet someone, c'mon!”

Alec rose an eyebrow before following Jace, curiosity getting the better of him, as they waked through the maze of the institute. Before two figures stood in front of him.

“What are mundanes doing in the institute?!”

Alec felt his heart begin to race as jealousy over took him as watched the happiness of Jace’s face as he watched the red headed girl in front of him, a lot like the way Alec used to look at 'her’.

Alec constantly was blaming himself for what happened, and the fact Jace had let mundanes into the institute was just another reminder of what happened.

'Now those precious moments, that we carved in stone, are only memories after all’

The small stone pendent now laid gently on Alec’s chest. Lying near his heart, because that’s where she is. In his heart. Forever.

;; ok so this is kinda sucky but i thought it was a super cute idea even know this really sad bUt yeah i was thinking of alternative ways why alec was so touchy about clary and all that and yes i know alec is gay ((no. 1 malec shipper hello)) but sTILL OK I THOUGHT THIS WAS KINDA CUTE N COOL IDK I HOPE U LIKE IT oh btw the lyrics are from 'Memories - Shawn Mendes’


Song is Shadow by Bleachers.


Some girls
Some girls they really just wanna hurt you
And there’s some boys
Some boys that laugh when they break your heart
But how love dies is a place that I’m not going
And we could try, cause

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how zayn manage in any casual outfit look so cool and fit!!!!!!

I think it’s because his face looks like it was carved by the angels! he could put the ugliest outfit and still look good af while all the fashion magazines would be calling it an outfit of the day😁 and he makes you think that this outfit is smth special when he’s just wearing jeans and a leather jacket but… how iconic is this look?!!!

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Imagine  |  Characters: Thorin x Reader  |  Words: 1065

The victory celebration that followed the Battle of the Five Armies was everything you had expected it to be: loud, rowdy and simply out of control. Not a single dwarf could be seen without a tankard of ale in their grasp.

Songs were sung, jigs were danced, and countless toasts were made to the victorious King Under the Mountain.

You, however, lost all interest in the celebration early on.

You wanted nothing more than to drink and sing carelessly with your kin and fellow Company members. After all, you had played a significant role in the reclaiming of Erebor.

But this wasn’t your home.

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destiel. 32


32. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

I’ve seen you burn demons to dust with a gentle touch of your fingers, blink of an eye, they’re gone.

I’ve seen you hold an intense staring contest with a horse, giving it as much effort and focus as you would a life-or-death task, both of you trapped in it, exchanging the secrets of the universe it seemed from the outside, blink of an eye, they lost, you smirked like a smug bastard.

I’ve seen you obliterate a full room of monsters, all bright fury, I closed my eyes, they were gone.

I’ve seen you comfort that kid we almost didn’t save, keeping him safely wrapped in your arms, “estás bien, ahora estás seguro. Tranquilo, ya te tengo, no voy a dejar que te pase nada”, whispering reassurances he could understand, protecting him like you would the most precious thing, blink of an eye, I felt a pang of longing, it hurt, I wished it were gone.

I’ve seen you wield your blade like a scorpion would its sting, a snake would its fang, a tiger would its claw, an extension of your body, the reflection of the light in your swift silver movements the last vision of many enemies, blink of an eye, they were gone.

I’ve seen you smile like an idiot at a cup of coffee, your eyes lighting up at the bitter taste in your tongue, even with the aftertaste of molecules, still love to indulge when you can, a soft sweetness painted over your features when I prepare it for you, drinking slowly, blink of an eye, it wasn’t gone, taking your time to savour it.

I’ve seen you carve yourself open, bleeding yourself out for me, faced a room full of angels, flashing lights, blink of an eye, you were all gone.

I’ve seen you looking at me accross the room, looking at me from a few steps away, looking at me as you stop right in front of me, adoration and warmth pooled in your eyes as you raise a hand to my cheek, as I look back at you, as you cup the back of my neck and bring our lips together, our whole selves too, I close my eyes as you deepen your kiss, as you make yourself at home in the deepest nooks of my soul, I keep my eyes closed with my forehead against yours, I am so far gone for you.

I’ve seen you swallowing the thousand suns of burning damned souls, being broken by their fire, unravelled into a shadow of yourself, smiting anyone unfortunate enough to cross your path, dissolving into a monster, you looked at me with empty eyes in bloody sockets, it wasn’t you, blink of an eye, you were so far gone I didn’t know where to find you.

You are vast, you are a giant, a cosmic enigma I can’t even begin to fathom, you are sempiternal and yet constantly evolving, you are light and you are shadow and you are none of those, you contain infinite multitudes of selves in yourself, you are my friend, my love, my enemy, my pillar, my support, an otherworldly universe out of my reach and yet reaching out to me.

I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.