feel the pain boy

I’m sick of boys who pretend they care.
Who lift you up to the clouds
only to let you fall to the ground a moment later.
Boys who kiss your forehead
and promise everything will be okay.
Boys who make you open up
and show every one of your flaws,
only to wish you hadn’t.

I’m sick of boys who use me.
Who grab at my waist
until it grabs my friend’s attention.
Boys who bite my neck
when the girl he used to love walks by.
Who fill my every crack with love and passion
but only until ‘she’ realises what she’s missing.

I’m sick of boys who confuse me.
Who tell me they’re in love
but flirts with every other girl.
Boys who hold my hand one day
and walk past me another.
Who bring light into my life
but also with darkness and pain.

I’m sick of boys who make me feel like my heart is breaking. Who’s name makes me shiver
but also makes me hurt.
Boys who make me wish I could be someone else,
just to make them happy.
Who destroy my whole world,
but don’t even seen to notice.

—  Late night confessions in my mind.
Dear Columbiners

There are certain things about this case that we should discuss more instead of making edits of Eric and Dylan with flower crowns.
Just students and a teacher.

Those people left this world in unpeaceful way. There was a girl who died in attempt to have a lunch outside the school instead of eating in the cafeteria or going to the Smoker’s pit as she sometimes used to. There was a boy who tried to run away from upcoming bloodshed but failed. Majority of the kids took their last breath in a room filled with smoke and fear, in a room, which used to be a calm place. It used to be a library for zealous students who were trying to get better grades to make their parents proud or for those who just enjoyed the company of friends gathered around the table with opened books on the top. This room has in less than 7 minutes changed into a morgue where pools of blood slowly started to soak into the carpet and remained until the day when lifeless bodies of boys and girls, who were once students full of joy and expectations, were removed.

There were hundreds of parents who left their jobs in attempt to find out that their daughters and sons are safe. Some of those parents were lucky. Some weren’t. Gathered around in groups, slowly waiting for the buses to came and to see their child’s fearful yet lucky face. Decreasing amount of yellow buses signified less hope for those who still haven’t found their child. There was a father who waited until the last bus came. He couldn’t understand what went wrong. Where is his son? There were no buses left. That was the last one. Meanwhile, body of his dead son laid on the bloodsoaked carpet in a room, which after one hour full of screams and gunshots became silent again. In a room, where no sense of life was present, where the only sound that could be heard was the alarm. Alarm indicating that it was too late to do anything. There were parents who found out about their son’s death from the picture of his lifeless body lying on the sidewalk in the newspaper. Daughters who will never be able to meet their father, who tried his best to protect students yet noone was able to help him during almost 3 hours of suffering and mentally preparing to his upcoming death. And plenty of other parents, relatives and friends who will never be able to speak to their sons, children, nephews, cousins, grandsons, granddaughters.

Dear Columbiners, not everything is about Eric and Dylan. Even though we all can feel the pain of these two young boys and can relate to them on some level, we shouldn’t forget to feel the pain of families who lost their beloved ones and to respect the memory of all the victims.

I, as a Columbiner (even though I don’t like that name), will always protect the memory of those innocent victims whose lives have been taken away by such a cruel way by two stray young boys, misunderstood in this world full of prejudices and people who push others to the edge and learn about impact of their behavior only after that big damage is done and is unable to return back to the normal.

Hello human 🐶.

I am really so sorry for being inactive again, again and again.
I have a hard time and my strength is gone but I promise to catch up as soon as possible.
I really do not mean it bad, I am so sorry.
And I have not forgot you, I love you all!!!
Please take care of you 💕!

anonymous asked:

Can I request a soulmate au where reader writes on their arm and it goes on their soulmates arm - with pre curse prince Adam and then the curse strikes and Adam can't read the messages anymore because he's a beast but they eventually find each other or something like that?

I love this idea!! Thank you so much for requesting it, nonnie! Because I adore it so much and had such a cute AU for this, I decided this is going to be two parts, one focusing on Adam as a young boy, and the other on Reader as a young woman! Oh! And since it’s an AU, Belle won’t be the one to break the curse- obvi. Enjoy!

Word Count: 1026


Adam doodled on his skin with his quill, not bothering to focus on his lessons and wanting someone to talk to. It was common knowledge that you could communicate with your destined one through your skin, though it seemed pointless to most since the masses were illiterate. 

“Can you read?”

He stared at his arm, hoping whoever was on the other end would reply, and soon, he was dreadfully bored. 

“Yes little” was a messy response appearing on his wrist.

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|| Flower Petals ||

[prompt: hanahaki disease, where when you suffer from an unrequited love, you throw up flower petals.]

{summary: “before i die, then at least let me die knowing the taste of your lips against mine.”}

warnings: angst

**please don’t repost/plagiarize this story. reblogs are fine.**


You had to excuse yourself from class when you felt the petals clog your throat, making it difficult for you to breathe as the flowers that grew in your lungs slowly began to suffocate you.

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you know what i fucking hate?

99% of the time if a man starts crying or talking about their valid feelings, people will deny it and tell them to suck it up, and it’s “no big deal”. i hate that men’s feelings will be denied and overlooked in most situations. feelings and physical pain, people somehow think that women are the only ones allowed to be depressed, the only ones to be sad. even families of males everywhere dismiss their feelings because of the stereotype of the “macho man”.

right now, imagine something you didn’t like happened. someone no one really likes. imagine if your significant other hit you in public, and someone/multiple people saw it. they’d most likely confront them, yeah? well, switch that around, and imagine you’re a male for the day. your female significant other abuses you in public, hits you, throws their drink in your face, yells at you, calls you names, things that wouldn’t necessarily be acceptable if it was reversed.

the likely situation is that people watching will not give two shits about it, and they might even pull out their phone and record it. imagine that happening, you being humiliated, hit, and degraded by some girl who thinks that’s just fine, that you just automatically don’t feel pain, because you’re a boy. people laughing and cheering her on, recording it, taking no concern whatsoever because they automatically think that you did something wrong, and that’s why she’s “standing up” to you. pretty fucking sucky, huh?

imagine you’re at the doctor, and you’re about 16. you’re getting your blood drawn, you don’t want to look at it, you look away, and you start crying because it feels weird. your mom/dad starts consoling you and comforting you, because you’re in pain and you feel uncomfy, right? the nurse/doctor starts comforting you as well, because they see you’re not happy and they want to be nice.

switch that around, you’re a boy, you’re the same age. you start crying. your parents say “stop crying, don’t be a baby” and the doctors just start laughing. your sibling pulls out their phone and starts recording you, because you’re being “so dramatic” and you’re acting like such a pussy, right? you finish, the needle is out, and your family makes fun of you the whole way back home, and your sibling posts the video they just took on facebook.

boys, you’re allowed to be sad. you’re allowed to have feelings. you should be able to stand up for yourself, you can make a good argument.

your feelings matter.

shinee hosts a delivery mukbang (eating broadcast)

the spread: yangnyeom (seasoned) chicken with fried dduk (korean rice cakes), fried chicken, jjajangmyun (black bean sauce noodles), extra spicy ddukboki (spicy rice cakes), fried rice, tangsuyuk (sweet and sour pork), soondae (korean blood sausage), jokbal (pig’s feet) 


  • O YA!!!!!!!!!!!!1!
  • totally his idea 
  • could not sleep the night before bc he was thinking about what they should order and from where and morning needs to come faster 
  • tbh he doesn’t really care that it’s a broadcast just that there’s piles of food in front of him and he’s so happy ^▽^
  • keeps blocking other members’ chopsticks with his own when they venture near the chicken (”pls hyung you are too old to be swordfighting like this” / key: “i s2g you only became like this after they named you the chicken maniac YOU HAVE NO ONE TO IMPRESS HERE”) 
  • it’s darwinism, if you want to eat chicken be faster than onew’s speeding chopsticks of doom 


  • lots of reactions while eating like gasping or humming 
  • teases the camera by saying things like “doesn’t this look good~ it’s really good too bad you guys can’t taste it” 
  • looks like a chipmunk bc his cheeks get really full as he just shovels food into his mouth 
  • takes forever to chew whatever’s in his mouth so when he talks it’s mostly incoherent 
  • stashed green tea ice cream in the freezer for dessert 


  • mcing the event
  • reading out comments while he’s eating so not eating at a superhuman pace like the others
  • actually chews his food????
  • stabbed minho’s hand with a chopstick bc he was trying to take the last soondae off his plate 
  • makes lettuce wraps with jokbal and feeds the other members 
  • almost had to do the heimlich on taemin bc he was literally inhaling his food 


  • completely focused on eating the entire time ㅍ_ㅍ 
  • is this a mukbang or a competitive eating contest?? lmk minho??
  • when there’s no more food he’s like ????? who ate it all and blames the other members 
  • well it’s a good thing in the middle of the mukbang he ORDERED MORE FOOD OH YEAH 
  • ddukboki isn’t spicy at all, he feels no pain 
  • it’s fire, he’s fire boi 
  • he does chug a very large glass of water after which does NOT help  


  • plucking and eating all the dduk from the yangnyeom chicken bc honestly it’s the best part (manages to bypass onew’s blockade somehow) 
  • finished two bowls of jjajangmyun like nbd and still calmly eating with no intention of stopping 
  • also pretty much ate all the tangsuyuk by himself (a lot more lowkey about food hoarding than onew is but he’s claimed certain foods as his bc they’re all “subtly” in his corner)
  • smiling v brightly at the camera like he’s not eating his body weight in food 
  • viewers’ comments: woah….. attractive….. terrifying … humanly?? possibly??


  • why do they all eat like they’ve never put food in their mouths before 
  • sm wtf
His bestfriend- justin bieber imagine

smut-you have been warned, oneshot [virgin jb x reader]

“You’re lying” you half laugh at justin’s statement, not fully believing him. “I mean you’ve at least kissed someone.. Right?”

“N-not really” he stutters as his eyes falls to the ground.

You and justin were both in his bedroom, chatting and gossiping, catching up on your math homework, when somehow the subject of ‘how old were you when you lost your v card’ suddenly was brought up.

You stare at your best friend whom you’ve known since you started high school. He sat there as he quickly returned to scribbling some math equation on his book, not wanting this topic to go any further. You let the topic go as you see how uncomfortable he looked.

After you two had finished your last math revision for the day you stretch your arms out, letting the whole bubbled up frustration of your exam tomorrow wash away your body. “Ugh i’m so tired,” you groan out, “i feel like passing out.”

He keeps his eyes on you, studying your body as you fell back on the bed. He looked at how your hair was blown out, how your shirt was risen up your body as when you stretched your arms out. He took in every detail, like how your feet were flat against the bed and how your legs were spreaded out, just enough for him to imagine what was behind your flimsy covered shorts. He silently groans under his breath he sees your panties peeking through your shorts.

“Justin” you call his name again. He finally snaps of out his little not-so-innocent daydream.

“-oh-w-what?” he stutters out, carefully but quickly brushing over his growing dent in his pants.

“I said,” you say again, “are you hungry? I wanted to get some pizza or something.”

“Yeah” he quickly responds before walking out of the room, desperately making his way to the bathroom next door and slamming the door.


I casually as possible walk out of the bathroom after taking a shower.

“Finally,” she muffles out as she keeps chewing her food, “you took so long! I was going to have to finish it all.”

I slowly settle myself next to her as she arranges the food, making space for me on the bed.

“Eat justin,” she speaks again, “aren’t you hungry?”

“Not really,” i reply, continuing to play with my fingers.

I watch as her she keeps eating, laughing at her own jokes. She looked so happy and carefree. I laugh at how at how there was tomato sauce on the corners of her mouth and how she doesn’t notice it at all. She was so beautiful, perfect, amazing. She cracks up at her ‘funny’ joke as she starts to hit me hysterically on my thigh repeatedly, i couldn’t help but burst out laughing as well. She pushes me flat against the bed all of a sudden, taking me by surprise.

“I know how happened earlier,” she giggles, her body so close to mine causing me to heat up at the position we were in. “I heard you groaning in the bathroom, you weren’t exactly quiet”

My cheeks automatically heat up, i could feel it heat burning my whole face. She laughs as she gets up from the position that was making me faint.

I scan the room, not making any eye contact with her. I could feel the tension raising up in the room.

“Justin,” she begins, “I could help you ya know?” she says looking dead serious.

I feel my lungs bursting out of the body, my head spinning a thousand times around and around. “Don’t,” i say.

I didn’t want to make this anymore awkward than it already was. Sure i liked Y/N for more than i could remember, but i truth be told, I was scared, scared she’ll hate me after it, i was scared of screwing up our friendship. There was so many reasons why nothing sexual could not ever happen between us.

She reaches out, touching my arm softly. I shudder at the touch. I think i stopped breathing all together. I keep my eyes on her hand, so delicate, skin so smooth as she softly grips my forearm. She steadies herself on her knees, leaning into me, closer, closer as she keeps her face there. I could feel her breathing fanning the side of my face.

She plants a soft peck on my left cheek.

I feel her lips. She had the softest lips i ever felt- ive now officially lost my ‘kiss on the cheek’ virginity.

“Lets have sex.” she states blantly, so casually.

“No.” i say, virtually stomping my foot on the ground.

She sighs out. “I know you’re scared justin, but this could change for the better. C’com you’re already 19, you’ve got to break free out of your shell.”

I was scared. I was scared, not of girls but of the girl in front of me. I was so scared.

“Lay down,” she instructs me, “i’ll guide you through-step by step okay?”

I huff as i knew she was never going to let this go. We had already gotten here, there was no going back. “Just do it,” i repeat in my head.

I do as i’m told. I see her smiling at me, a warm smile plastered over her face, “Good, wasn’t that hard, was it?”

I feel my insides screaming as she starts to lean in. I could smell her perfume all over her causing my insides to melt as i take a sniff of her scent. I couldn’t help myself but reach up and touch her skin, caressing her the tender skin on her neck. I feel her head stop moving. I take my cue to lean up from my bed and plant a needy kiss on her neck.

I didn’t realise how much i was biting and nibbling on her neck until i heard her a whine leave her lips. I pull away to find a huge coloured spot on her neck.

She pushes me back on the bed, almost harshly, causing my arms to detach from her body. She traps me under her body, her core on my waist, knees planted each at the side of my body. “Are you sure you’re a virgin?” she laughs out, tilting her head slightly.

I look at her, studying her features, how amazing she looked above me. “Yeah i am,” i trail off, feeling her hips began to move against the thin fabric of my tshirt. I swear i could feel everything rubbing against my body. I narrow my eyes at how her hips were moving. I could feel my body heating up, my cock twitching at the sight.

I swear this girl could make me explode by just watching her grind and how she would close her eyes every now and then. This was definitely than all those times i was alone, with nothing but my hand, this wasn’t an imagination, this was reality.

I stare at the girl in front of me and something inside me couldn’t help but want to be the reason she was going to let go. I cautiously slip my hands in her shirt, slowly. She still had her eyes open, i didn’t want to freak her out or anything. I see her eyes opening, fluttering almost. I see how her mouth was open, slightly, little heavy breathes were let out every now and then. I think she liked my slow movements.

“God,” she groans out, her voice causing a sensation to bubble up, my cock automatically catching on her pleasure. I shift my hips, feeling the restriction in my pants build up. I leave a hand off her waist and make my way to my pants. I take a hand in and begin to rub myself through my boxers. I groan out.

Suddenly i feel a more delicate hand around my shaft. I open my eyes to find her orbs staring straight into mine. I swear i saw a smirk on her face. I couldn’t help but raise my hips up to her hand, she was beginning to slow down. I loved the way her cold fingers would touch so softly against my hot sensitive skin. I could feel myself heating up. I could feel myself being restricted almost, my manhood painfully hard and sore as he halts her rubbing.

“Fuck,” i curse out as she begins to rub her clothed core over my now exposed manhood. I could feel my face heating up at sight. I swear i could feel something damp. I flick my eyes up to her as i watch her facials. This was a sight i could never unsee.

I didn’t know what came over me but i feel the sudden desire to take this in my hands as i easily flip our bodies over. I watch as her eyes blown wide at the sudden move. Hell, i was surprised too.

“Justin,” she says as she tugs her bottoms down in one go. I start to feel the sweat on my forehead start to build up. I swear i was going to start hyperventilating as i flickered my way down to her heat. She softly takes her hand in mine, tugging it down to between her legs. I feel how wet she was. The feeling was making me go wild. “How?-your so wet?”

“Justin-fuck, me,” she breathes out as he yanks my bottoms down as well. This girl as going to be the death of me. I could help but want to please her, not myself. I wanted to see her cum. I had pictured this in my mind again and again- it was finally becoming a reality.

“I’ve always wanted you,” I say as I position myself at her entrance, “f-fuck-”a shudder of pleasure ran down my spine as I feel her walls. Was she suppose to feel this tight? I quickly look at her for any signs of discomfort. I see her eyes fully shut, eye brows slanted.

I quickly pull out, slipping out of her heat. I didn’t want her to be in pain.


You feel your walls suddenly empty. What was this boy doing?

“What the f-” you open my eyes to see a worried look plastered all of his face.

“Are you hurt- are you crying?” he stumbles over his words.

“Justin,” you couldn’t help but laugh at his silly words, “get in me you idiot!”

You wrap your bare legs around his waist harshly, causing his cock to plunge into your core, brushing your walls perfectly.

You could feel him touch everything inside of you. You hear him curse above you. He sounded like he was enjoying this as well.

He hold your hips in place with one hand, his fingers making your side hurt a little at how hard the pressure was. Justin looked lost in the moment, he probably didn’t know how hard his fingers were pressing at your sides. You could feel him speed up. He was hitting all the right places and friction of his shaft against your tight walls made you go crazy, your head was spinning a thousand miles per second.

“I think i’m going to cum-fuck-fuck fuc-” he spits out, tugging his head into the crook of your neck, panting crazily into your ear.

You could feel your legs start to shake at how amazing the pleasure felt. The rigidness of his shaft, plunging into you, hitting the spot that made you see black and white was so much, you swear you couldn’t hold onto your orgasm any more.

You wail out as you feel your sensitive bud being rubbed so fast and roughly. You could feel your eyes roll to the back of your head. Was this boy really a fucking virgin?

Justin speeds up. You feel the thrusts become a bit sloppier. He suddenly spills inside you, his seed warm as he groans a animalistic growl at the back of his throat.

You let go seconds after him. You feel the tightening in your stomach wash away. You stare at him, eyes fluttering closed. He simply stares back at you, golden orbs not leaving your face, almost as if he was trying to read your mind. “Thank you” he softly mutters. 

He had finally had what he wanted since.. well forever.

EXO Reaction: You Having Bad Migraines

Xiumin: I think Xiumin would handle this the best because he wouldn’t panic when he came home and found you in a fetal position on the bed. You had texted him earlier that day, letting him know you were going to attempt to sleep off your migraine off. Xiumin would make a warm cup of your favorite coffee, leaving it on the nightstand beside your bed. 

“Sleep well Jagi.”

Originally posted by angel-in-slow-motion

Suho: As a boyfriend, he would basically be your second mother. This boy would know exactly what to do, almost smothering you. Overreacting because his jagiya is in pain, you would think you were on the verge of dying. Since Suho is a busy man, I can see him coming to visit you during lunch hours, bringing you anything you might need or want. 

“I didn’t know what kind of chocolate you wanted so I just bought every kind.”

Originally posted by myeoneandonly

Lay: I think Lay would be confused on how to exactly help you. His brain would be overflowing with thoughts of how to take care of you. Would be an absolute sweetheart, checking on you every hour. He would pepper you with kisses as long as you let him.

“I’ll take care of you.” 

Originally posted by squynhty

Baekhyun: I could also see Baekhyun as someone who would smother you. He would desperately try to help you in anyway he could, but that would only result in him getting on your nerves and making your migraine worse than it was before. Honestly, you would have to shoo this cinnamon roll away so you could get some proper rest.

“Baekhyun, I think I’ve been comforted enough. You should go hangout with a friend.” 

“Are you trying to get rid of me because it’s not going to happen.” 

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Chen: This boy would complain and whine every time you moved. You would scoot across the couch to get more comfortable and he would have a fit, roaring like the dinosaur he is. If you kept moving around, he’d lay on you which would indeed make your migraine a lot worse so I would listen to him. 

“If you don’t stop moving, I’m gonna come over there and sit on you. You need to feel better and the only way to do so is my relaxing.” 

Originally posted by kaisanity

Chanyeol: He would most likely try his best to comfort you. His comfort would consist up picking your brain for reasons you’re in a mood and when you reassured him that the pain was from your monthly migraines, this boy would think it’s all his fault because of all the questions he had asked. 

“I’m sorry Y/N. I shouldn’t have asked so many questions.” 

“Chanyeol, you’re fine. It wasn’t you that gave me a migraine.” 

“Are you sure?” 

Originally posted by baekhyunsama

D.O.: He would also know exactly what to do. He’d be super aware of what medicines you needed and would even take time to go buy them for you. D.O. would understand that you probably wanted to me left alone so he would check on you every so often, but would respect your privacy as you slept off the pain. 

“I’m going to head up to the studio for a bit. Call me if you need anything.” 

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

Kai: Knowing precious Jongin, he would be worried about you tremendously. A whole week after your migraine had passed, he would still be checking on you every couple hours, wanting to make sure you’re okay. He would take care of you to the best of his abilities. 

“Do you still feel any pain?” 

Originally posted by k-pop-crazy

Sehun: This boy would most likely indirectly take care of you. By indirectly I mean once you fell asleep, he’d rush around the house finding anything he thought would be helpful. When you’d wake up, you’d find yourself surrounded with medicine, loads of blankets, and bottles of waters. 

“Sehun, thank you for grabbing all this stuff.”

“Who said it was me?” 

“Who else would it be?” 


Originally posted by exomystyle

George Weasley x reader Yule Ball

Pairing: George x reader

Warnings: Nah. It’s just fluff

A/N: Hey guys! This is my very first fanfic, hope you guys like it. The fanfic takes place in The Goblet of Fire and feel free to request. For now, I’m only going to accept Fred and George requests. Make sure to vote and requests are open! :^) 

My breath hitched.

My heart beat faster.

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped.

There I saw the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen; The woman I’ve been madly in love with.

(Y/N) was a girl from my year. A girl that I find myself slowly falling for whenever I see a glimpse of her beauty and when I started getting to know who she really is. (Y/N) was sorted into Ravenclaw in our 1st year whilst I was sorted into Gryffindor. At first, I didn’t really care about it because I used to think of her as just another student in Hogwarts when in reality she’s more than that. The day I first talked to her was in the library when I decided to sit next to her whilst she was doing her homework in Transfiguration whilst I do mine. Whilst I was doing my homework, I accidentally nudged the bottle of ink which spilled black ink on her paper. 

“Oh crap! I’m so so sorry” I apologized picking up the bottle and trying my best to stop the ink from going to her parchment paper but, I made it worse.

She sighed. Frustration and anger showed on her face. She looks like she will punch me in the face any second for what I just did.

“I’m very very so-” 

“It’s fine. Just be more careful if you don’t want me to punch you” she said making me chuckle.

“I’m George Weasley” 

“I know. You’re the other half of the Weasley twins famous for your pranks”

“How’d you know? So what do you think about our pranks?” I said. A smirk growing on my face.

“Well, obviously I’ve seen some of your pranks and I can overhear girls blabber on how great you and Fred are and how you guys were a hot piece of meat.” she replied rolling her eyes at the last sentence. “oh and the pranks? I’d say I’m impressed about how you guys could think of such ridiculous pranks and manage to not get caught” she added.

“Right they are,” I said winking making her roll her eyes and laugh.

“What? Don’t you agree with them Ms? what’s your name?” I said.

“My name’s (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and no, I don’t agree with them” she replied smiling a bit. 

We then continued our conversation; talking about our lives, interests, and sharing lots of banter. This soon develops a close friendship between us despite our differences.

Days, weeks, months, years, have passed. I started to feel something different when I’m with her. My heart beats faster when I stare deep in her (Y/E/C) orbs or by just simply glancing at her. The atmosphere changes whenever we talk to each other–feeling like it’s only the two of us in the room. The sadness I feel whenever she doesn’t go to our meeting spot in the library. 

That’s when I realize

That I’m head over heels for (Y/N).

I fell in love with her personality, her beauty, and her imperfections. Everything about her just seems perfect.

Now fast forward to the present.

The day of our Yule Ball.

I still can’t believe though that I had the balls to ask her out. Although I did say that I’ll only go with her as “friends” since I fear that she finds out I like her and that will ruin our friendship. 

She did say yes so the nervousness kind of lessened. My thoughts were cut off when my eyes laid on a particular person.

My breath hitched.

My heart beat faster.

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped.

There I saw the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen; The woman I’ve been madly in love with. 

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) entered the room. Slowly capturing lots of people’s attention. Men’s eyes were widened and shocked by her beauty whilst some women gave glares and some gave her compliments as she replies a simple nod or a thank you to each of them.

bloody hell, she’s breathtaking. 

As she started walking near me, my eyes locked with hers.

Finally, she stands in front of me with a smile plastered on her face.

Today she looked different–in a good way.

She was wearing a blue, off-shoulder ball gown to represent her house color. She wore light makeup and ditched her eyeglasses. Her (Y/H/L) (Y/H/C) was styled into a fancy bun. A few strands were left. (sorry if you have short hair)

“hey,” she said breaking me in my trance.

“why hello m’lady,” I said trying to sound confident as possible to hide my nervousness.

“hello handsome,” she said with the same confidence.

“s-so u-uh want a  d-drink?” I said with my confidence crumbling into pieces.

“Is the George Weasley stuttering? Wow. First time to ever hear you like that” she said chuckling. 

“Oh shut up” I replied laughing as I started to feel my cheeks heat up.

“Sure. I’d love something to drink” she said.

I walked away and when I started blending in the crowd, my speed gradually increased and finally arrived at the table filled with food. I poured wine to two glasses then I felt a weight on my shoulder causing some of the wine to spill.

“Georgie! A beautiful date you got there. Finally got the balls to ask her out, eh?” Fred said

“Oh shut up. I asked her out as ‘friends’” I replied.

Fred groaned and said 

“Merlin’s beard George! You have got to ask her out on an ‘actual’ date before someone does. With that beauty and personality, I’m pretty sure a lot of men are willing to ask her out someday if you won’t ask her” 

Fred’s right. Just when I left grabbing a drink I saw a guy from Durmstrang flirting with her. I felt a sudden wave of pain when I saw this. I’ve always hated that feeling–the jealousy and pain I feel whenever I see her chat with boys and even sometimes she’s oblivious when the guy he’s talking to flirt with her. 

“You’re right, Freddie” I sighed.

“Now don’t just stand here like a wuss! Stop wussing out! Go and get her, Georgie!” Fred said pushing me lightly. 

“Alright, alright, I will,” I said and went back to (Y/N).

I went to her and spotted her by herself. I rushed to her and gave her the glass of wine. She thanked me and took a sip.

The ceremony soon started and soon enough we all started dancing to the music with our partners. The music finally ended and was replaced by a slower one. 

I placed both of my hands on her hips whilst her hands moved to my shoulders. Her touch lingering, sending shivers down my spine and making my heart beat faster. Our foreheads touched as we slowly sway to the music. 

“Had fun tonight?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said. 

We continue to dance in an uncomfortable silence.

“Come with me,” I said breaking the ice. 

“Excuse me?”

“Come with me” I repeated.

“To where?”

“Somewhere else,” I said and offered her my hand.

She took it and we both leave the room.

We both ran down the halls of Hogwarts with (Y/N) following behind.

“George slow down! It’s not easy to run with heels you know!” (Y/N) panted.

“Sorry!” I said slowing down my pace.

We then finally arrived at our destination: The Astronomy Tower.

I heard a gasp behind me so I looked at (Y/N)’s astonish face as she slowly walked next to me.

  The view from the Astronomy Tower was fascinating. The moon illuminated in the sky along with the stars and there weren’t many clouds.

I glanced back at (Y/N)  and the first thing that I noticed was how her eyes sparkled in the moonlight. Her nose was in a shade of red and so are her cheeks due to the cold breeze. Her skin illuminated in the moonlight. And those lips that are tinted in a light shade of pink. Looked so soft and kissable. 

All I can say is that she’s way more beautiful compared to the view.

“So, why’d you bring me here?” she asked breaking my trance.

That’s when the nervousness came back. The same amount of nervousness when I asked her out to the Yule Ball. What should I do? Should I kiss her already? Should I make a long sweet message? Or should I- Oh no word vomit.

“I l-like y-y-you,” I said.

“What?” She asked in shock.

“I l-l-like y-y-you. I’ve always had. Ever since I spilled ink on your homework. I love everything about you. Your eyes, your hair, your smile, your laugh, and even your imperfection. Basically everything about you. I know this sounds so cheesy and all but a day without you feels blue.” I said.

She stood there. Her cheeks got redder and her smile was gone.

“I know you probably don’t like me back and I’m pretty sure I look like an idiot but I hope this won’t end our friendship” I replied. I felt a tear fell down my cheek and my heart breaking.

Soon enough I was crying. In front of the girl that I love. 

I felt embarrassed and my legs felt week. I fell on my knees as I felt her stare at me.

She came near me and sat next to me. She made me look at me by grabbing my chin with her thumb and index finger. She wiped the tears falling from my face and I felt her forehead against mine.

“I,” she said as she came nearer.

“love,” she said. Our lips centimeters away.

“you” she whispered.

I crashed my lips to her soft ones and it was the best feeling I have ever felt. I finally got to kissed the girl that I love. The kiss was cut off when we heard someone cheered from the back.

“WOOH YEAH GET SOME GEORGIE!” we heard Fred’s voice.

“Oh piss off!” I shouted looking at (Y/N) whose face is red.

“So, date at Three Broomsticks next week?”

“absolutely,” she said.

“best. day. ever” she said.

“not only did I get to wear this beautiful dress and get to kiss you, I get to see you cry too!” she added laughing.

“Oh shut up,” I said and kissed her again.

Mind Palace Dreams

Sherlock lay on the uncomfortable sofa in John’s sitting room. John had long since gone to bed, after what they had gone through Sherlock wasn’t surprised. He should be exhausted…. his body definitely needed a rest, but his mind…. oh… that just wouldn’t shut off.

It was all too much, everything. Euros’s vivisection, everything he was, his tightly wound facade of pure logic, undone in an afternoon. Today he learned truths long buried, today he woke up, and life was forever changed.

God, he wanted a hit right now. To escape the rapid fire of his mind. To disappear in oblivion. But he couldn’t disappoint them again, not ever. 

Emotional context Sherlock, it destroys you every time." 

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vampire!Choi Twins: Bloodbag

Choi Twins x Reader (vampire AU)
Title: Bloodbag

–Unknown has entered the chatroom–

Unknown: …Hello…?
MC: ?
Unknown: Can you see this?
MC: Who are you?
Unknown: I’m sure you’re surprised.
Unknown: It’s not everyday you get a text from a stranger.
Unknown: I’m a bit flustered myself. I found a smartphone at the subway station, but all it had was this messenger app.
Unknown: I want to find the owner, but I don’t see any contact info or call records…
Unknown: I’ve been sending messages with this app but no reply…
Unknown: All I see is an address and some important-looking numbers saved in notes.
Unknown: I’d like to go there myself but I’m currently abroad…
MC: First… who are you?
Unknown: Me? Oh sorry. I didn’t even introduce myself.
Unknown: I’m just… a student studying abroad. I’m Korean.
Unknown: I could tell you my name, but it doesn’t really matter.
Unknown: You won’t find me on search engines. ^^;
MC: I’d like to know anyway.
Unknown: What about that, I will tell you if you do what I’m asking for? ^^
MC: Or I won’t do what you’re asking me for if you don’t give me your name~
Unknown: …
Unknown: So stubborn…
Unknown: Okay then. My name is Saeran. 
Unknown: Will you go there now?
MC: …
MC: I have a bad feeling about this.
Unknown: I told you my name though ^^;
MC: Which doesn’t mean I can trust you…
Unknown: It’s hard to trust a person you just met.
Unknown: But you promised…
MC: …Guess I did…
MC: …Uh…
MC: Send me the address.
Unknown: Th
Unknown: ank
Unknown: you
Unknown: ^^;

The building seemed to be empty. There was a bunch of doors to apartments, but you didn’t hear nor see a single living soul. It was getting late now and the corridors were getting darker and darker, as the light seemed to go off.

Should you really go there? To the address a stranger gave you?

And the code. He sent you the code to the apartment so that you could just enter.

Was it okay to go into someone’s apartment like this…?

No, it was not. And everything inside you spoke so: you shouldn’t go there. You should delete the app, hide your phone and never talk to that stranger again.

Yet you were here. Naively following the stranger’s orders. Going straight into his trap.

You stood in front of the door and hesitated.

You should knock first, shouldn’t you? Maybe someone was indeed inside. That would be weird if you entered the password to this someone’s apartment and just casually walked in.

So you knocked. Once, twice. No one answered. You sighed and, not hesitating anymore, pressed the buttons to insert the password.

The door opened.

You placed your hand on the knob, trying to choose whether or not you should actually go inside.

Of course you shouldn’t.

A while later, the door closed behind your back. You were inside. Your phone vibrated in your pocket, but you didn’t even notice it.

Unknown: Good girl~.

There was a corridor and a bunch of closed doors. What should you do…?

You took out your phone.

MC: I’m inside, what now…?
Unknown: Shouldn’t you leave a note?
MC: Right…
MC: There’s a lot of doors, where should I go? I don’t want to go in somewhere I shouldn’t.
Unknown: You’re a nice person ^^
Unknown: I think you should  go forward. It’s usually the easiest way.
MC: If you say so…

You went to the end of the corridor and placed your hand on the knob.

You were here anyway. There was no point in avoiding it now.

The door opened and you walked in, casually closing it behind yourself right before having a look at the room.

Your heart literally stopped.

Because you weren’t in this room alone.

“Heh… She actually came.”

“I told you she would.”

“How did you make her though~?”

“She was quite obedient.”

“Right, right… Well, good for you. Have the first bite.”

You didn’t want to know what was going on. But this short conversation made you realize that you’ve got yourself in a trap. How stupid could you be…?

You turned around, going to leave as soon as you were able to. You almost managed to go through the door, when a hand collided with it, shutting it in a violent motion. You jumped away from the person, who was standing beside you now.

But you couldn’t put it all together in your head. Because you were more than one hundred percent sure, that a second ago this person was on the other side of the room. And now he was standing here, glaring at you with his bright, mint eyes.

“Are you going somewhere…?” he asked coldly.

The other boy looked at you two, shifting a bit. He was sitting on the windowsill, a soft smile plastered to his face.

“Don’t be so scary, Saeran” he said cheerfully. “We don’t want her to faint here, do we?”

“No, not yet” the boy answered, his lips curling into a smirk now.

Saeran? You instantly recognized the name.

“You… leaded me here” you realized. “W-what do you two want from me…?” you asked, trying to sound brave, even if your shoulders shivered and your heart was beating so fast that you were almost sure that the boys could hear it. You backed away.

“What do we want from you?” Saeran’s smile dropped as he moved quickly, placing one of his hands on the wall beside you, forbidding you from moving further. “Let me show you.”

He leaned closer and you panicked, in an instinctive motion pushing him away with all your strength.

Once again, you tried to reach the door, but his fingers wrapped around your hair, violently yanking you back. You whined loudly, his other hand grabbing your wrist.

“If I were you, I’d try to be more cooperative.”

“L-let go…” you growled, at least trying to sound more angry than scared. Unsuccessfully.

But Saeran’s patience was running out at this point. He pushed you against the wall, pushing his leg between your thighs to forbid you from running away. His one hand was still holding firmly your wrist, while the other grasped your chin, yanking your head to the side.

“Hold still” he muttered, leaning closer; his warm breath tickled your neck.

You froze. Not because he told you to. The fear just paralyzed you and you were too scared to move.

But, what happened next, was even worse. The pain. The sharp pain of fangs piercing the skin on your neck.

You heard a scream. Were you the one screaming? You didn’t know. The pain itself made your vision blur and your head spin. What was going on? Why did you feel that pain…?

“Shut up…” you heard a mumble. The boy drawn away a bit. You saw red stains around his lips, a bit of the liquid dropped onto his shirt.

The other boy laughed a bit.

“You scared her, see?” he said, jumping off the windowsill. “Or were you too rough?” He came closer and frowned, glancing at the wound. You couldn’t see it yourself, but the throbbing pain didn’t go away even now and you could feel the hot liquid running down your cleavage. The boy chuckled shortly. “Niiice…”

“She’s bleeding, Saeyoung. It’s all going to waste.”

“I won’t mind licking it up.” He grabbed your arm, pulling you to him. Saeran didn’t oppose, only stared as his brother looked down at your trembling form. You were in too much shock to even think about fighting back. “…You still here?” He waved his hand in front of your face and you blinked, curling up a bit.

“L-let go…” you mumbled and he chuckled again.

“Guess you won’t give up easily. That’s more fun for us” he stated, wrapping arms around your waist, not letting you fall as your legs suddenly gave up. “There, there~”

He leaned down to your neck, giving the wound a short lick. His eyes flickered, but he didn’t say a word, running his tongue down your throat. He stopped at the cleavage and inhaled deeply your scent, shuddering at the pleasant feeling of your blood’s scent reaching his nostrils.

Saeran chuckled.

“Can’t resist yourself, do you?”

“That’s… nice” Saeyoung stated a bit incoherently, looking up at your face. You closed your eyes tightly to not see his own, brightening in a dangerous way that made you shiver. “What, why aren’t you looking? Are you so scared that you’re falling asleep?” He blinked, tilting his head to the side. “But it’s not over yet… Stay still, I will wake you up.” He raised gently your chin and pressed his lips against yours, making you open your eyes widely – just like he expected.

Saeran snorted in the background.


Saeyoung glanced at him, but didn’t say a word, parting your lips with his tongue. You whined softly, trying to push him away, but in the next moment his sharp fangs pierced your lip. After a mere second he pulled out roughly, drawing blood from the fresh wound. The red liquid ran down your chin and dropped onto his fingers.

He raised his hand to his mouth, licking the blood off.

“Tempting…” he sighed. “I’m getting even more thirsty now… Brother, come here, or I will drain her before you’re done with it…”

“Don’t even try it” Saeran growled lowly, grabbing your arm from behind and pulling you toward his chest. You struggled weakly, unwarily tilting your head to the side. The motion gave the boy a perfect access to your wound and he leaned down, biting down once more, right above the previous place.

You wriggled against his grasp, but as soon as the pain appeared again, you only cried quietly, keeping still in a sudden realization that moving will only make it worse. You heard Saeran smirk against your neck.

“Good girl” he purred, clearly fond of your submissiveness.

He pulled out and leaned lower, to your collarbone. He bit there once more, drawing even more of the blood that was already staining you whole front. His grasp tightened as his brother held your hand, raising it to his lips to bite it, having his own meal in the meanwhile. 

Your blood was floading out of the wounds, making your head spin from the loss. You quivered, the cool feeling filling you from inside as you slowly gave up, letting your body lay loosely in the boys’ grasp.

“Is she passing out?” Saeyoung asked, watching you intently.

“Seems so. Shame.”

“Not much blood for the both of us in such a fragile body…”

“We will have to wait then…”

“And when she wakes up…”

“…the real fun will begin.”