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↳ Day 4: Favorite Human » Hyakuya Yuuichirou

“I… Um… This is kinda embarrassing, but… Well… Guren said we’re family now, right? So you, Yoichi, Kimizuki, and Mitsuba… We’re all a new family. And I’ve started to feel that’s true. You guys are important to me. But… I can’t forget Mika. He’s also an important family member. See… My parents abandoned me. So maybe I don’t really know how families work. But can I ask you guys this? Just because someone in your family betrays you, does that mean you have to betray them back? I don’t… think it works that way. So even if Guren betrays us… and Mika, well… even if he is a vampire now… he’s still family. We’re all still family, and we always will be.”

You’re the One (Kylo Ren x reader)

Word Count: 5246

Summary: After being stranded on a planet, Kylo Ren meets you. You let him stay in your house with you until he can find a way off the planet in the hopes he wouldn’t come back and kill everyone. You eventually fall in love with him, and he feels the same way. 

Author’s note: I wrote this about a year ago, and I just reread it recently. I honestly forgot about this one-shot, and I was inspired to finish it. I didn’t remember anything that I wrote so it was like reading someone else’s work lol how come my recent writing style has degraded in beauty

This is one of my favorite things I’ve ever written, so I hope you like it as much as I do. Oh, and Han Solo isn’t dead, this is kind of an alternate universe. (Don’t worry about your requests not being written, I’m in the middle of writing them, some will be longer than others).

Warnings: None

Ben Solo’s dark brown eyes were filled with complete tender affection as he raised his hand to lightly caress your cheek. A small smile formed on your face as you milked the moment as it lasted. The both of you were peacefully resting underneath the starlight that illuminated the gorgeous meadow that surrounded you.

The stars shone bright but just so softly that you didn’t injure your eyes when you gazed upon their magnificence. The field was filled with little beautiful flowers.Their light pastel petals were withdrawn into small ovals, because of the lack of sunlight. The underside of the flowers were a tint lighter than the sun-kissed side, and they slightly glowed in the dark atmosphere.

The usually lit up village houses were now dead; silent and nothing but still shadows. The locals were having lovely dreams of what was to come, what had occurred in the past, or what could have happened. In their subconscious lives, they missed the calm warm breeze that ruffled the leaves of nearby trees. The peaceable stop in time.

You raised your hand to graze over the warm hand on your cheek. Your eyes were saturated with raw emotion for the man sitting adjacent to you. Kylo Ren was your one true soulmate. He wasn’t exactly sinless, but neither were you. You both could deal with his baggage, his fears, and his weaknesses together since the weight of the things he’s done were all too heavy for one person to carry around. You were the one who looked past it all; the one who gave him another chance. There hadn’t been a day that you regretted your decision.

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My coworker told me not to shitpost until I'm done with my smut

It physically hurts because I have an addiction but he’s right, I gotta complete the thing.

… he’s gonna get the notif as soon as I post this PLZ DON’T YELL AT ME RAYMOND I’M GONNA WRITE OKAY


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  • what the earl of phantomhive says: Sebastian is just one of my pawns.He's helping me win my game and that's all.
  • what he actually means: Sebastian is my saviour, my sexy dark knight, what's a king without a knight .He makes my life complete , i love him to death , he keeps me warm when it's cold, he keeps me satisfied when desire is burning inside of me.My hot demon , my love , my other half .we've bee through a lot together .Him and I, Us , trust, words i can't spell without Sebastian.Sebastiaaaan , sebastian , sbastian ...

jiiminniemouse  asked:

OMG first thx for following me I love your blog! And if you have the time could you please make a Jimin imagine about him as a bad boy and in the beginning I hate him but in the end we fall in love with each other.

My Arch Nemesis: Park Jimin

There are very few things that I hate in this world: spiders; failing; and occasionally my hair—which seems to have a mind of its own at times. Among those though, there is one thing that I have found topping the list lately: him. Park Jimin. Grade Twelves resident bad boy and tool. Words could not describe our explosive hatred for one another.

Walking past his desk, I felt a sneaker jut out in front of me, tripping me as I passed, making me land hard on my hands. I sat up and whipped my head toward the smirking brat, shooting the worst death glare I could manage before standing and brushing myself off.

Laughing, he scratched the back of his jet black hair, “Oops, sorry. You should really watch where you’re stepping next time.”

What was this kindergarten?! The tips of my ears were hot, steam practically rolling from them, as I spat, “Nice of you to actually show up to class for once, and here I thought maybe you’d finally been pulled back to grade school where you belong. Darn.”

That felt good. I enjoyed getting my little digs at the womanizing-cocky-bad-boy whenever I could, especially since he insisted on making my life a complete hell. I wasn’t a mean natured spirit, but anyone that is pushed for so long will eventually break. You bend or you break, as the saying goes.

This little rivalry of sorts had begun our freshman year and had just snowballed through the years, until finally we found ourselves seniors with a vendetta for one another. If I were a superhero, Park Jimin was my arch nemesis; the very bane of my existence.

It was as if I’d physically hit him, his eyes saddened, resembling a puppy who had lost its owner, and then they shifted to a familiar anger, blackening like coals as that little smirk broadened, his muscular arms crossing over his blazer, “It’s ok to miss me, you know? I know how you really feel. I see you watching me all the time, and even though you aren’t my type, I could hook you up with one of my bros,” then purring, quirking one eyebrow suggestively and rubbing at his upper thigh, “I know what you good girls like.”

I wanted to scream; to curse him; to hit him. I hated him. How could I let him get to me this way? How did he always somehow win these little battles? Our relationship was a war, and he was winning by a long shot.

Breathing deeply through my nose, I closed my eyes and remained as calm as possible, slipping on my usual cool facade I had when I was near him, “I’ll pass on that offer. You clearly don’t know what I like, if you think I’d ever be interested in someone like you, loser.”

Placing myself in my seat, I let a smirk of my own fall upon my lips; perhaps, I wasn’t losing as badly as I thought. His ‘bros’—a gang of six equally annoying boys—were hitting those broad shoulders, teasing him about my remarks. I rolled my eyes and just sat quietly as class began, working on my notes and homework diligently, until finally we were dismissed. Sighing with some relief, I rubbed my eyes tiredly, and walked toward the door, heading for my locker.

A masculine pair of hands though, stopped my trek and turned me around, pressing me roughly against one of the old steel lockers, its handle pressing painfully into the small of my back evoking a hiss from my lips, “What the hell, Jimin?! What’s your problem?”

But, just as I went to fight against the strong hold over my body, I felt lips upon mine, kissing me with a passion that I didn’t know existed between two people. His hands let go of my arms, holding my face gently—something I didn’t know that the bad boy was capable of—those lips setting fire to my own. My eyes widened in shock at the contact, my hands unsure of what to do, hanging limply at my sides. What is happening? Is this a joke?

It all ended just as quickly as it had begun, and I was left there staring like a deer caught in headlights, panting and touching my lips with trembling fingertips. Dark mischievous eyes that had haunted my dreams, were softer, full of something I wished I couldn’t see; something that scared me. Those sculpted lips were still brushing against mine, tickling the sensitive skin of my own, breathing heavily against them, as he leaned into me.

What do I do?

My legs did the only thing they could in that moment of confusion and panic: they ran. Not taking a single glance back, I pushed past my arch nemesis and pushed through the crowded hallways, until I made it safely to my car outside. Buckling in, I simply stared through the windshield, processing the event that had just unfolded between Jimin and me. Why had he kissed me? Did I like it?

Touching my lips with a steady set of fingertips, I thought of that bruising contact as his lips collided with my own. Those surprising soft hands cupping my face, pulling me deeper into that taste of spearmint toothpaste upon his lips. The thing that flitted through my mind the most though were his eyes; the way that they tenderly looked into my own with a softness that I had never seen from him before. What game was he playing at? What if it wasn’t a game?

My heart fluttered at the latter. Did Park Jimin like me? Did I like him? The blush that crept up my neck and sailed through the skin of my cheeks and nose told me the answer was undeniably yes. I had a crush on my worst enemy. I guess, there is something to that whole ‘there’s a fine line between love and hate’ after all.

Smiling, I drove off, leaving behind thoughts of kisses and school as I headed home.


The next few days were strange, Jimin and I passed one another several times—in class, the hallways, during lunch—but not once did he say one smart comment, let alone look at me. Did I just dream up that kiss? Was I the only one that felt anything at all afterward? Was my heart the only one fooled in this cruel joke?

Packing up my backpack at my locker, I stuffed my homework for the night in one folder before shoving it in one of the pockets and zipping it up, flinging it over my shoulder as I made my way down the hallway toward the exit. Another day without any explanation: great. That’s when I felt a familiar grasp on my shoulders, pulling me into an abandoned classroom, and shoving me against a vacant desk.

“What have you done to me?”

There was a desperation in his voice, his eyes looking helpless, his brow knitted down the middle. I cringed at the harsh contact, taking a breath to collect myself, as I quirked one eyebrow in confusion, “What did I do to you? I think I’m the one who should be asking that question, Jimin.”

Letting go of my shoulders, he stepped away from me, running one hand down his face, and then redirecting his gaze toward me, “I…I like you. I’ve liked you for a while, but I knew you’d never go for someone like me, so I—.”

“Made my life hell! You hate me! You’ve tortured me for the past four years of my life, Park Jimin. I refuse to believe you like me, of all people.”

Explaining himself, he pleaded with me to understand, something I found I was not accustomed to with this particular boy, “Please, just hear me out. I thought if I played it cool, that maybe just maybe, you’d fall for me. And then, when that didn’t work, I just tried to hate you; to rid myself of these feelings,” his hand grasped at his heart, as if he were willing it to stop torturing him with whatever these ‘feelings’ were, as he added, “But, I can’t make them disappear. I’m in…”

“Don’t,” I whispered, my eyes watering suddenly, my breath catching in my throat, one hand face up toward him, willing him to stop this cruelty.

I love you.”

Two steps forward and he was breaching my space, grabbing my face in those hands just as before, crashing those lips against mine, forcing me to feel exactly what he was in that moment: love. My heart was beating out of my chest, whispering its own response, until finally it forced my lips to say it too: “I love you too, Jimin.”


Hope you enjoyed it! :) Thanks for reading!! 

anonymous asked:

Do you have any idea why Kyungsoo is so popular with men (both straight and gay)? The gay fanboys usually have feelings for him and the korean lgbt community also likes him (they voted him as their favorite member in a poll last year).

Let’s the fanboys themselves tell you the reason (those posts are kind of old, but the reason remains, I presume)

  • Do Kyungsoo is really lovable. I hear that everyone has a tendency to be bisexual deep inside themselves and well, if people see Do Kyungsoo at least once, they’re all going to agree 100% with what I’m saying right now. (source)
  • Do Kyungsoo, what to say about this guy…Fuck. He makes your heart FLUTTER. I was the only guy who went to their Kyobo fansigning but I went in place of my friend who’s a fan. All the other members were just manly and cool/handsome but this kid really makes people’s hearts flutter…
  • Do Kyungsoo, so fucking cute ㅜㅜ
  • The kid who does the first opening line while crinkling his face…I keep on thinking about him, and I’m going crazy. I don’t know whether to say if (that part) has sex appeal…I even have a girlfriend..And I actually looked EXO-K up online, and they were all dongsaengs….What do I do? (source)   
  • He looks clumsy/awkward/naive. kekekekekekekekeke (source)
  • When Kyungsoo smiles, he’s fuckin’ cute
  • “At least in my case, I don’t know much about him being fuckin’ cute and all but I’d like a friend like Do Kyungsoo….Should I put it like…He’s the ideal type that guys like: the ‘friend-type’…And I also want to look like him too….If I were really gay, I’d think of him in a dirty way, but it’s really not like that..”
  • When I first heard you stutter on Sukira, I laughed at you. Actually, I /still/ laugh [at you]. ^^ Anyways, I really like you. If you can’t be my dongsaeng, I’d like to take care of a [pet] dog like you. You look like a lost puppy, so I naturally develop affection for you and like you more. Always hwaiting! Hyung will be watching over you, so work hard. I think your voice when singing is the very best, so practice harder and I hope you’ll become a singer that can represent South Korea in the future.”
  • No, in the past, because D.O. Hyung came to a music broadcast and stumbled over his own words when he was saying “Su… Superior orchestra…” he seriously looked cute and I just became a fan like that? (source)
  • He is so, so cute, and makes my heart flutters. I want to continue watching him. Am I gay?
  • Eyes are real big, voice is so good. Sometimes when I look at it, I’m a real-man and I originally don’t bother to like guys but he is too cute, I just happen to like him. What should I do? And I heard people talked about KaDi (KaiSoo) and I really hate it. Kai is handsome but when I saw him being close to D.O., I can’t help but to feel jealous. What should I do?“
  • I don’t even like Idol groups, just AOA, but D.O.’s face just come to my mind, is it enough to say I’m gay (because of him?). Really ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ  What should I do, but he is just too cute. I’m really going crazy ㅠㅠ
  • This girl was troubled cos she didn’t know what to do, this boy only talked to others about Exo, and always said Do Kyungsoo is so cute  (source)
  • D.O-ssi is really pretty. [You’re] my style. - K.Will
  • Jungkook: He is my favorite since their teaser. Actually, the girl who looks like him is my ideal type. I mean him in female version. Who can
    cook, dance, vocal etc. I think that kind of girl will make my life complete. And with that boy Kyungsoo, he completes my life as a fanboy. - Jungkook
  • But one time my sister was watching the TV and it was really noisy, so I just took a glance. And discovered this really cute guy acting. Ah, really, I’m not gay. Am I gay? (source)  
  • I really like Exo’s D.O. Shoulders are very narrow, body is very tiny, make people feel like protecting him. But then he also sings really well, heartshaped lips are also very cute. Did I… Turn gay?

I hope this answered your question ;)

anonymous asked:

YAY NEW IMAGINE BLOG !! I was wondering if you could do a scenario where Akashi's father asks Akashi to bring his s/o so they can formally meet. When they meet, however, Akashi's father disapproves of her because of how Akashi is somehow distracted. So his father tells them that its best if they don't be together. You can decide whether Akashi leaves his s/o or stays. c:

omg yes, I love this ask! because akashit is mah fave

You shifted uncomfortably next to Akashi, who was sharply dressed in a crisp black tux. He adjusted his tie, placing it in the perfection position. You couldn’t even feel the pain of the soles of your feet with the sky-high heels nor the dress that fitted tightly against your waist. All you could hear and feel was your heart beating crazily in your chest as if it was going to burst at any second.

“Calm down,” Akashi took your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips and placing a light kiss on it. “Everything will be okay.”

“I mean, this is the first time I’m meeting your father and oh God, this is terrifying.” You bit on your bottom lip, tapping your foot impatiently. You took a sip of your water.

However, when you noticed that his Akashi senior was walking towards the two of you, you gulped down the whole glass, placing it on a moving waiter’s tray and picked up another. When the man arrived right in front of you, you realized that he was even more intimidating up close. Like Akashi, he had red hair, but darker, and that same presence that exuded pure dominance. He had on a professional smile as he shook your hand before politely leaving a kiss on the back. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, _____-san. Akashi has spoken plenty about you.”

Clearing your throat, you nodded slowly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too.”

After a few minutes of light chitchat, you began to relax. Maybe this man wasn’t as scary as people led you to believe. “Would you mind if I borrowed my son for a while? There’s a private matter I’d like to discuss with him.” He suddenly said. With a small nod, you agreed and watched the older man whisk away your boyfriend to God knows where.

You stood against the wall, watching as people drifted on the floors of the gland ballroom. They engaged in small talk and complimented each other on their dresses and suits for the evening.

Then boredom took over, so you decided to do a little exploring of your own. You roamed the outside of the ballroom where everything was silent with the emptiness. The guests were all gathered inside so the soundproof walls blocked out all the chatter. You enjoyed your moment of peace before seeing the two Akashis talking. Oh crap, you were about to walk away when his father said something that halted you in your tracks, making you stop just around the corner.

“Your grades have been deteriorating. Should I be concerned?”

Akashi, not missing a beat, said, “No. It was merely a fluke on my part.”

“You are my son, there are no such thing as flukes.” His eyes narrowed at his son threateningly. “Am I to assume that this new… partner of yours is affecting your performance?”

“Of course not,” Akashi scowled this time. “She has nothing to do with my grades. It comes from my effort and mine alone.”

“So, she isn’t becoming a distraction in your academics?”

Pause. “Certainly not.”

“I would be ashamed to see Akashi Corporations in the wrong hands in the future. I would prefer if you could keep different parts of your life in check. Otherwise, I recommend for you to end this tryst immediately. If it is not advantageous, do stop it before it’s too late.”

You slid down the wall as Akashi’s father walked away, his footsteps fading into the distance. Were you really becoming a distraction? What if he got reprimanded further for his results? Could you really let him go? The distant ringing in your ears began to take its toll on you.

The sound of your name caused you to look up, breaking you out of your thoughts. Akashi was staring down at your crouched form curiously but the look in his eyes also revealed that he knew you had been eavesdropping. He extended his hand to you and, hesitantly, you accepted it and rose on your feet.

“I hope you’re not becoming doubtful of our relationship now.”

How in the world did he even know? You shrugged, “I just don’t want to be the reason for you to get scolded.”

“My father may have some… suggestions in my life but he doesn’t control me completely. I make my own decisions and I choose you. My mistakes were my own so you should not feel guilty for anything.” He said, sounding stern and strong. He sighed then, leaning down to kiss you firmly on the lips. Without pulling away, he whispered against your lips, “I love you, _____-chan. I’d really like it if you trust me more in this matter.”

You smiled, trying to stop yourself from grinning like an idiot. His words could really strike you straight to the heart. “I love you too. And thank you.”

“Always,” he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, assuring you once more that he was always going to be there.

Confusions and doubts

There’s a lot of uncertainty and doubts that I’m feeling right now.

The thoughts in my head; where should I start? where should I stop? Should I move forward or backwards? I don’t know at all. I don’t want to have any regrets in the end, so what would the right thing to do? What will I do to have clarity? to have a peaceful life? Do I really deserve to be happy or not?

My heart burns with feelings but I don’t what kind of feeling is this? I’m so confused right now and doubted myself. Am I doing the right thing?

I don’t know if am I worthy to have him? yah or nah? 

He is someone precious more than gold.He is like a star that twinkles and glow in the sky at night. He brighten up my gloomy life and make my life complete, he make me feel so precious. That’s why, I don’t want him to be miserable, I don’t want him to be hurt because me. So I don’t know if I will continue this path.

What will be the easier way? What would be the right thing to do not to hurt him?

I don’t know what will happen in this confusion of mine, where will this confusions and doubts lead me. I don’t want to hurt someone so precious.




Me and my boy laying on La Holla beach in San Diego! Been together for 2 years now and I don’t know what I would do without this man. He completes my life and makes me smile every time I see him! And I don’t think he understands how much he has impacted my life and how much I truly need him.

Imagine this: The Santiago Chronicles

Raphael’s early life, before he became a vampire. He told Magnus that his father hit him once and that ‘he did not hit [him] twice’. I’d like to know this story.

The plan with his friends to kill the vampire that was killing children in their village, only to be turned into a vampire himself.

His relationship with Magnus.

His relationship with Ragnor.

His relationship with Simon.

His fight with Camille over clan leadership.

The vampires’ feud with the werewolves.

Maybe something about watching all his brothers and sisters grow up and get married and have children while he stays fifteen years old forever.

I want this. This would make my life complete.

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