he would never wear that

anonymous asked:

pt1) snape moves to and from less technology-based muggle villages to avoid being found out on social media from fellow muggle-dwelling wizards that he's not dead. he does a pretty good job town hopping and staying hidden because his wardrobe has done a beautiful 180 and "even if he wasn't dead, snape would never wear that!" until one fuckin accidental instagram photobomb with a good enough angle on his face starts making its rounds through the wizarding world and all hell breaks loose

pt 2) at first it’s fine, because most wizards believed him to be long dead, and also because snape now looks a hell of a lot better when he’s not dealing with trying to stop harry from dying every year. but harry knows the moment the picture is shown to him, and it goes downhill when he refuses to comment. the search for severus kicks off and harry’s like “this is the exact opposite of what i wanted to happen”, sends an owl after sev warning him about it, and waits for his reply. (con’t)

pt 3) meanwhile sev is torn between laughing and panicking over the absolute shitstorm this became when the owl finally arrives. the message contains snippets of articles from the “witch hunt” while harry says that he understands his decision, and the letter is like a small breath of fresh air until it mentions that the potter family is willing to protect his privacy “under these circumstances”. and yeah, sev knows his intentions are good, but he’s tired of being under guidelines, so–

almost done) so, sev (who’d decided long ago that he’d live the rest of his life on his terms), makes an instagram. and for awhile, there’s no activity/hint that it could even be snape until the man finds the post that started it all, supplied with location and everything. it’s a fairly small account; no comments (because a bunch of random people talking about someone in the bg would be sus) until one user under halfbloodprince asks if the user could “tag that bloke in the foreground? it’s me”

2nd-to-final pt) anyway the wizarding world explodes and harry’s in the middle of it again. snape’s supposed account gains like 600 followers in one night and harry about shits himself when sev posts a video of the seashore (location-tagged) that’s silent, save for the ocean and seagulls. at the end severus’ voice (raised a bit as to be heard over the background) says: “i have no more intentions to serve under anyone’s circumstances. especially not you… potter.”

actual final part) sev’s locations still remain a mystery, because he always makes sure to post his content after he’s made it a ways away from the site. it’s a game to him. there’s a thrill that comes with not having to hide and yet still remaining unseen. harry sighs and wishes him the best, via owl. and this time he actually gets a response in the form of a tangible photo of sev smiling, genuinely, not taunting or bored like in his posts, with a large, pretty “THANK YOU” written on the back

i love this because you can tell he’s coming to terms with the tragedies in his life.

marlene-fletcher  asked:

I mean I'm on board w curly hair glasses lance but like you can't convince me he would wear ordinary specs and wouldn't buy the most fun glasses ever. Like from thick rim hipster to just the CRAZIEST patterns and loud colors and he would wear em proud


Haru in casual clothes, requested by @luckyricochet


I’m not sure if this is something I should be posting about and might seem silly to even bring up but I kind of just wanted to put emphasis on what an incredibly kind person Josh Dun is. On the Quiet Is Violent Tour I attended 7 dates one in which I gave Josh the jacket I had made. I never in my wildest dreams thought he would care for it at all. I’ve made things before for friends and others around me and have always been told everything I’ve ever made has been very mediocre even though it’s something I sewed together with my own hands.

However, at the Los Angeles date I gave Josh the jacket and he took the time to put it on to see if the jacket would fit after I apologized for being extremely dumb enough to put it on a large jacket when he isn’t large at all. He said it was perfect and that he would wear it all the time but I never ever ever thought that would happen just because he must receive stuff like this all the time. 

A few days later I literally could not believe that he went out of his way and made a post about it on Tumblr. Then when I flew to Texas to see them and each day I would hear or see of him wearing it. There is literally nothing in the entire world that could mean more to me than all of this.

I literally cry just thinking about it. It literally is the nicest thing anyone has ever said or done and I can’t explain how much it means to me. I hope he knows that he actually made my entire life. This band has changed my life in so many ways and I can’t put into words how much they mean to me. They aren’t only changing lives with their music but them as individuals as well. Thank you Josh for making me feel like maybe everything I do isn’t always an embarrassment. You mean the world to me.

my MHA headcanons (so far)
  • Bakugo is the only one who can actually tie his own tie, but you would never know because he doesn’t wear it. let’s be honest, a bunch of fifteen year old kids probably had their moms doing it for them, so when they move into the dorms this suddenly becomes a problem. the discovery is made when Kaminari comes to class with a nice tie and spills the beans. now, bakugo has to deal with people asking for his help (which he always does)
  • Kirishima had braces when he was little. his pointed teeth took the place of his flat baby teeth but they were kinda crooked. he didn’t have full head gear, but he did have to use rubber bands and a power coil. when he got them off, it took forever to re-learn how to speak and eat. he now has a slight fear of the dentist, worried they might tell him that he needs braces again.
  • Kaminari will charge your electronics for you, but only if you stay with him while he does. You can’t just leave your phone with him and go off somewhere. Talk with him, do homework with him. make popcorn and watch movies. some of the kids go to him without really needing a charge and hang out with him because he’s a generally cool dude
  • Shoji can play the piano. and the guitar. and the harmonica. all at the same time. it’s quite a sight to see.
  • Todoroki has a half-moon beta fish in his room that he shows an unusual amount of care for. she’s a pretty blue and silver fish, and the other kids could watch her swim all day. she inadvertently becomes the mascot of class 1-a. her name is Usagi. no one knows if the name is a reference to sailor moon or not, and they’re too afraid to ask
  • Uraraka loves scented candles. her room is a menagerie of smells - flowers, fruits, mountain air, and other such scents. sometimes it can be overwhelming, but when she leaves her door open, the entire floor smells heavenly. In winter times, uraraka lets other borrow her candles. the girls always smell so nice and the boys can’t figure out why.
  • Izuku, because he’s been to the hospital and nurse’s office so much, is starting to become a working-expert on medical treatments, both conventional and obscure. which means he kinda becomes the nurse of class 1-a when recovery girl is away on weekends and holidays. got a tummy ache? go to izuku for ginger ale. can’t sleep at night? lavender under your pillow and lots of water. sore muscles? you could try tylenol, but salty food and a hot bath will also do the trick.
BTS Reaction - You wearing their clothes

This sucks sorry :)

Seokjin [Jin] -

Jin smiled slightly once you walked into the kitchen where he sat while wearing his loose fitting top. Being the eldest he’d be the least shy about it but would make small comments about how cute you looked and would chuckle at your flustered face before stating,

“You should wear my clothes more often.”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Yoongi [Suga] -

Yoongi tried not to show the red hue that was creeping its way up onto his pale cheeks but nothing could hide the small smile playing at his lips as you emerged from your bedroom with his black top on, showing off your bare legs. His heart beat sped up once you turned to him with messy hair and dazed eyes asking him what was wrong. Yoongi looked down shyly after being caught staring at you and would reply,

“It’s nothing, you just look so beautiful.”

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Hoseok [J-Hope] -

A huge smile broke out onto Hoseok’s face when he saw you wearing his t-shirt with only your panties peaking out underneath. He’d tease you relentlessly, laughing as you became shy and tried to pull the shirt down longer. Hoseok would love having you wear his clothes and would most probably leave his clothes out purposely in the future to see you wear them.

“Why don’t you wear this one baby?”

Originally posted by parkjmzl

Namjoon [Rap Monster] -

Namjoon hadn’t expected you to walk out of your shared bedroom only wearing his t-shirt so when you did he almost fell out of his chair. He wouldn’t question as to why you decided to wear what you did, he’d just enjoy the moment while it lasted. Namjoon would be very possessive in your relationship so he’d be delighted seeing you wear something he owned and would show it proudly.

“I like it. You should do this more often.”

Originally posted by mn-yg

Jimin -

Jimin would become really shy once you stepped out in his long jumper and he felt his face become as pink as his hair. He couldn’t stop giggling around you and would constantly call you cute before pulling you into bear hugs. Jimin would love having you wearing his clothes and wouldn’t leave you be, insisting that you wear his clothes from them on.

“How much cuter can you get?!”

Originally posted by minblush

Taehyung [V] -

Taehyung always loved the idea of you wearing his clothes but his hopes were short-lived as you deemed it unnecessary and cheesy. But one morning after a long night of naughty activities Taehyung was shocked to see you walk down the stairs with his large jumper hanging loosely off your figure. He’d smile fondly up at you from his spot on the sofa before sortly saying,

“You never fail to surprise me babygirl.”

Originally posted by piedpiper405

Jungkook -

Jungkook looked at you wide eyed with a blush coating his cheeks as he stared you down. He never thought you would look as adorable as you did while wearing his large hoodie but as he watched you struggle with the long sleeves he couldn’t help but get a little flustered. Jungkook would become really nervous around you when you wore his clothes, overwhelmed by your cuteness.

“Y-You look very cute jagiya.”

Originally posted by jkguks


Since I accidentally started this whole “Anti with glasses” thing, I decided I would write a little something about it. Also, this is based off of something @markired sent me and I guess there’s some Danti implied in here? Take it as you will, whether that’s platonic or romantic. 

Also, it’s past 2am here. I tried and I’m an amateur writer.

Anyway, Enjoy! x

Anti needs glasses.

Just like Jack, he needs a pair to see things in the distance. However, his eyesight is worse. That being said, he needs a pair that is stronger than the ones Jack already has and needs to get himself his own pair. He doesn’t like it – oh, he hates having to wear glasses, but contacts drive him up the damn walls so they are out of the question. He thinks they make him look nerdy and less intimidating.

No one except Anti knows that he needs them. He acts like he can see the world crystal clear when in reality, he can hardly see the street signs. It isn’t exactly a good thing when it comes to executing kills because his precision is off and he often misses his shots. This in turn frustrates Dark because he hired the guy to do the dirty work and he’s missing the target – what the fuck?

After nearly losing a seventh victim that month, Dark finally approaches Anti about it.

“Anti, the execution of your kills hasn’t been… extraordinary lately. Is there a reason for that?”

“No,” Anti grumbles, crossing his arms along his chest, “n’ quit questionin’ my killing methods. You won’t even do the kills yerself so don’t be complainin’.”

Anti proceeds to plop himself down on their couch, flipping himself so he’s upside down. His feet hang off the top and his head is hanging off the seat, watching his hair fall back and dangle in the open. It’s evident that he doesn’t want to talk about the subject any further.

But since when does Dark ever really care about Anti’s childish denial?

A deep hum vibrates through Dark’s chest as he scrutinises the green-haired male, completely disregarding his attempt at an insult. Anti, who’s fully aware he’s being watched, lifts his head to lock eyes with Dark. He squints them dangerously.

“The fuck are ye lookin’ at?” he spits out.

“You need glasses, don’t you?” Dark suddenly says, straightening his posture and canting his head to the side, “that’s why you’re having trouble executing kills properly and squinting at everything. You can’t see properly.”

“I can see fine!” Anti barks, pushing himself back up onto the couch and propping himself up with his elbows. His slightly sharper teeth become more evident as he scowls at Dark.

“Oh, is that so? In that case, I suppose you won’t have any trouble telling me what that sign across the street says?” Dark lifts a brow as he points out the window at a little yellow sign with bold black letters on it.

Anti looks over his shoulder at the sign and almost visibly pales. There’s no way he can read that. It’s just far enough for the letters to be too blurry to read. They just look like a black cloud on a yellow sign.

“I don’t need to prove myself to an old man,” Anti sneers, huffing and sliding off the couch. Before Dark can bring up the subject again, the green-haired male storms off into another room somewhere in the house, slamming the door shut behind him.

“Idiot,” Dark sighs, deciding to let the topic go for the time being.

A week passes by after that and yet another nearly failed kill. Dark didn’t get frustrated this time because he now knows the source of the problem, he just has to find out how to fix it. Even though he finds it absolutely ridiculous to have to chase after Anti for being a big baby who’s in complete denial, if it will help his case then he is more than willing.

That, and teasing Anti is just so much fun.

“Is it because you don’t like glasses? There are certainly contacts out there that you could use,” Dark suddenly inquires over dinner one night.

Anti freezes in his movements and peers up at his friend, a look of annoyance on his face. He grits his teeth and gives Dark the silent treatment.

“Even so, anything is better than being partially blind, don’t you think?” the other continues, slowly enjoying his meal as though his friend’s annoyance was nothing but a speck of dust on his shoulder for him to brush off.

There’s a moment of silence between the two. The only sound in the entire room is that of their utensils against their plates. Anti stops eating for a minute and simply sits there, picking at the meat in front of him.

“Don’t be stupid, Dark, I can’t wear glasses. I’m not a nerd,” Anti scoffs, eyes stuck to his plate, “n’ fuck contacts, those little shits are annoying as all fuck.”

Dark doesn’t say anything after that but instead just lifts his eyes to look at the man sitting across from him at the table. He almost wants to laugh at Anti’s comment but refrains from doing so. His mind is at work throughout the rest of the meal.

After that night, Dark eventually goes through the torturous process of discovering Anti’s prescription. It takes almost a full week before he gets the results but when he does, he feels more victorious than he has in quite some time.

And he decides to get Anti some glasses.

Dark is seated in his favorite chair one evening, relaxing while enjoying a good book. However, he’s having trouble concentrating on the letters in front of him. A disheartened sigh escapes his lips at the realisation that he won’t be able to continue.

Suddenly, a familiar voice makes its way through the once silent hallway.

DARK, WHAT THE FUCK ARE THESE!?” Anti hollers from his bedroom. Dark can’t help the smug grin that spreads across his lips.

“They’re glasses, Anti. Try them on,” Dark urges, his tone calm compared to the other.

There’s a series of quick footsteps that grow louder as Anti approaches. Dark turns his head towards the open doorway to see Anti storming in, eyes practically glowing with annoyance.

I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU THAT I DIDN’T WANT ‘EM. I LOOK LIKE A FUCKIN’ NERD, DARK!” He yells, the pair of black glasses in his hand. His other is balled into a fist, practically drawing blood from how tightly it’s closed. “DON’T YOU LISTEN TO ME!?

In a fit of childish annoyance, Anti lifts his hand with the glasses held tightly between his fingers. In the split second it takes for Dark to realise what’s about to happen, Anti’s hand comes toward the ground in full force.

Dark has never moved so fast in his life. It’s as though he’s a shadow, glitching from his spot in the chair to Anti’s side. Dark’s large hand grips Anti’s wrist tightly, preventing him from throwing the glasses onto the ground and breaking them. His nearly black eyes seem to flash red for a moment.

YoU wiLL nOt breAK tHeSE, unDersTOoD?”

Dark’s voice is deep, harsh and slicing. Like the biting cold of winter, it nips at Anti’s childish conscience and fills him with fear. His hot breath tickles Anti’s ear and he shivers, eyes widening in realisation at what he was about to do and how pissed Dark is now. The hold on Anti’s wrist is bone crushing and the green-haired male grits his teeth.

Dark slowly releases Anti’s wrist and brings his hand back to his side. After taking in a slow breath, he looks Anti in the eyes with an expressionless face.

“Now, try them on,” he tries again, his voice much softer than before.

Anti is still hesitant and it shows. He glances down at the glasses in his hand with an expression of disgust. Dark rolls his eyes – he’s losing his patience.

“Anti, wearing glasses does not make you a nerd,” Dark says deeply, reaching over to a small table next to his chair. On it sits a pair of glasses which Anti has surprisingly never seen before. Dark slides them onto his face and pushes them up his nose gracefully with his finger. “See?”

Anti blinks wordlessly at Dark. His eyes are wide and are scanning Dark’s face over and over again. He’s never seen this before and Dark isn’t able to tell whether this reaction is good or bad.

“Now you really look like an old man, Dark,” Anti giggles, the sound echoing around him and layering over itself.

Dark’s brows rise and his jaw sets. “Anti, you prick, I’m going to-”

“But you’re okay-lookin’ for an old man, I guess,” he then shrugs, a smug smirk on his face.

Dark’s anger and the compliment swirl inside of him and he shuts his mouth, muttering some profanities under his breath. He looks away for nothing but a second and when his eyes return to meet Anti’s, he’s met with a sight he never thought he would see.

Anti is wearing his glasses.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, kiddo,” he says, the corner of his lips twitching up into a smile.

Anti shrugs off the compliment and quickly takes the glasses off, grimacing.

“Yeah, whatever,” he mumbles as he walks off to his room. 

Dark, now feeling satisfied, sits back down into his chair and resumes his reading – he can see the words much better now.

Both Dark and Anti begin to wear their glasses more often now, even when they don’t necessarily need them.

Same Mistakes

Requested: | yes | no |

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Almost a year after you broke up with your ex-boyfriend, you find out that he’s a mess. So for the sake of the old times you decide to meet up with him. What you find isn’t exactly what you wanted to see

Word Count:  2358

Warning: cursing like the words shit and fuck a few times nothing serious

A/N: So once again this is based on real life events. Hope you enjoy

Request here


Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye

You walked out of the lecture hall, after the last class of the day. Jimin caught up to you, not long after that.

“Hey, you’re going back to the dorms?” He asked smiling down at you, his eyes disappearing as his smile got wider.

“Probably what about you?”

“I’m going to the library. I can’t get anything done at the dorms, I always end up taking a nap.” You shook your head smiling, as you finally got outside the building.

The campus was crowded with students, some chatting with friends, some alone sitting on the grass reading a book. And that was when you spotted him.

“Chim?” You tugged on his sleeve “Is that Yoongi?” His gaze followed your finger landing on the boy across the street on his phone.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“He looks…” You trailed off.

“Like shit.” Jimin finished your sentence.

You wanted to scold him for his rude answer, but you had to admit that he was right. Yoongi looked like absolute shit, the blue in his hair had faded into gray. The Yoongi you knew would never let that happen. He was wearing a hoodie and sweatpants and although he still looked breathtaking, he was sad, tired and thin. Your heart was breaking from seeing him like that.

“I’ll be right back.”

“You’re not gonna talk to him aren’t you?”

“But look at him…he’s not okay.” You whined.

“That’s his problem. After what he did you shouldn’t even be thinking about comforting him.”

“I’m not gonna comfort him.” You shook your head “I just want to make sure that he’s okay.”

Jimin sighed and ran a hand through his hair, disappointment written across his features.

“(Y/N), I get it why you want to go up to him, but think about what he did to you.”

You looked over at Yoongi who hadn’t moved, as he typed on his phone, not noticing you.

“I know I just…” You sighed frustrated.

“Do you really want to do this?” You nodded “Then you better hurry up because he’s probably here for Jungkook and he’s over there.”

You spun on your heels, quickly spotting Jungkook walking out of campus towards Yoongi.

“Just go, I’ll distract him.”

He started walking and called out for the younger boy, who turned around confused. You took the opportunity to walk across the street, stopping a few feet away from Yoongi.

“I didn’t think I’d find you here.” At the sound of your voice, he looked up at you wide-eyed.

“(Y/N)? Uh…hi.” You noticed the dark bags under his eyes and how miserable he looked.

“How have you been?” You asked, suddenly feeling shy in front of him once again. Up close he looked even worse, yet still so handsome.

“Okay…I guess.” He shifted uncomfortably “I’m here because I have plans with Jungkook.” His eyes searched the campus for his friend “Oh, he’s with Jimin.”

“Yeah.” You looked back at the two boys chatting, Jungkook slightly uncomfortable “I actually wanted to talk to you.” You turned your head towards Yoongi again.

“Okay…” He nodded waiting for you to continue.

“Are you okay? I came here because you looked sad.”

He was taken aback by your question, probably it was the last thing he expected from you. Maybe he thought that you were there to yell at him or something.

“I…” He ran a hand through his hair and sighed “There’s a lot going on…”

“Do you want to talk about it? We can go to the coffee shop down the street.” You hesitated seeing that his expression didn’t change “If you want to.”

“That sounds good.” For the first time since you got there, he smiled “Let me just talk to Jungkook.”

“I need to talk to Jimin too.”

Both of you walked across the street towards the two boys chatting awkwardly.

“Oh, hi (Y/N).” Jungkook didn’t look you in the eye as you stood next to him “I haven’t seen you around.”

“And I hope it stays that way.” You replied harshly.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Jimin and Yoongi trying to stiffen a laugh.

“Chim, can I talk to you?” You pulled him aside from the boys.

“Wow, he really looks like shit…” Jimin laughed “Sorry.” He stopped once you glared at him.

“I’m going with Yoongi to that coffee shop down the street.” You sighed for what it felt like the millionth time “He's…” You ran a hand through your hair “He’s a mess.”

He looked at the two boys talking behind you before shifting his gaze back to you.

“Just…don’t get yourself hurt okay? I don’t agree with this at all, but if you feel like you have to do this, go for it.” He ran his hand through his hair once again, slightly tugging on its ends.

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.” You gave him a small smile, your heart warming at the fact that he worried so much about you.

“Text me when you get back.” He leaned in and kissed your forehead before leaving, probably to the library.

You turned around, seeing that Jungkook was gone and walked over to your ex-boyfriend. He quickly took the books from your hands and started walking but you stayed in the same place, tense and uncomfortable.

“I’m…I’m sorry.” He turned to you as soon as he realized what he had done “I used to do that so I…”

“It’s okay. Old habits die hard I guess.” You grabbed the books from his hands and started walking.

The two of you were silent the entire time, it wasn’t totally awkward, but it wasn’t comfortable either. Once you arrived at the coffee shop, the smell of coffee and pastries made you feel a bit more relaxed about the entire situation. Yoongi told you to sit down and that he’d order and pay for the both of you.

As you waited, you looked around, noticing that you were pretty much alone with the exception of two students working on their laptops as they sipped coffee.

Yoongi came back a few minutes later with your drinks, placing one of them in front of you. When you looked down at the cup, you saw your favorite beverage, a smile appearing on your lips due to the fact that he still remembered.

“It’s your favorite right?” You nodded and thanked him.

He sat down with a sigh and looked out the window, his bottom lip between his teeth indicating you that he was nervous.

“Okay, talk to me.”

“I guess…things aren’t okay. Nothing’s working out you know?” His gaze fell to his cup, his voice lower than usual.

“You’re not liking your new campus?” You asked with a frown.

“No, I…I dropped out.”

“What?” You asked surprised “I didn’t see you around so I assumed you weren’t liking your course.”

“I dropped out because my grades were bad, I wasn’t turning papers in on time, at some point I stopped going to class so…I dropped out.” He ran a hand through his hair, his eyebrows furrowed.

He looked like he had aged five years, but it had been only a few months since you broke up. Things weren’t going well, and you were sure that his mental illness was acting up again. You wanted to ask about it, you did, but you knew how he always reacted when he had to talk about his feelings. He became cold and distant, avoiding it as much as he could until he couldn’t take it anymore, always ending up punching something or crying in your arms clinging onto you like a koala.

“I got a job but I don’t like it, my boss is always yelling at me. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. I don’t know, I guess it’s karma.” He shrugged.

Karma? He never believed in those things. People suffer the consequences of their actions and then call it karma so that they can blame it on somebody else he used to say.

“Karma?” You asked confused.

“When you broke up with me you said you weren’t going to bother to get revenge, that karma would hit me hard. And I guess it did.”

Your breath got caught up in your throat as soon as you heard his words. Did he actually think that he deserved what was happening to him? Because of what you said when you saw nothing but red?

“No.” You shook your head “Yoongi…I said that because I was hurt and I wanted to hurt you just as much as you hurt me.”

“I never apologized for that.”

“I don’t hold any grudges, I wouldn’t be here if I did.”

“It was wrong. Probably the worst thing I’ve done.”


“No, it’s true.” He interrupted you “Fuck, everywhere I look there’s always something that reminds me of you. I don’t come here anymore because there are so many memories of us. The table behind you is where we had our first date, the one in the back is where we sat when we decided to skip class…” He cut himself off “Even my dog misses you. And it’s all because I fucked up.”


“Maybe I deserved everything that happened to me after I did what I did…”


“And I know that this may sound selfish but I…I still love you and…”

“Yoongi, stop…” You cut him off “I’ve moved on.” Your voice softened.

He looked at you, a sad expression washed over his features making him look even older and more tired. You could almost see his heart shattering and you couldn’t hold his gaze so you looked down at your untouched drink.

“You did?” He cleared his throat after his voice trembled “Is it Taehyung?”

“What?” You asked genuinely confused.

“Kim Taehyung. Jungkook told me that he saw you a lot of times with him.”

“No, Tae…we’re not…he needed my help. I swear…” You trailed off, your anger towards Jungkook didn’t have to be brought up in the conversation, so you decided to leave it like that.

But that kid had a death wish. If he kept talking shit about you, that wasn’t even true, behind your back, he was going to suffer the consequences.

“Yoongi…” You sighed “When I said I’ve moved on, I meant…I’m over it, I let it go, I let you go.

The words that came out of your mouth weren’t exactly the truth. To be honest, you didn’t know how you felt. If you were completely over him, you would’ve just kept walking after you spotted him across the street. But as you found yourself sitting in your favorite coffee shop, with Yoongi in front of you, you started questioning yourself about how over him you were. But for your own sake, you had to make him believe that you had let him go.

“I understand…”

“I came here to help. I’m sorry that college didn’t work out for you and that your job sucks, I really do Yoongi and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss you from time to time, but I’ve moved on.”

He rubbed his face and sighed when he removed his hands, his eyes remained closed. For a while, you thought that he had fallen asleep.

“Yoongi…you should get some sleep.” He opened his eyes, which were filled with tears “Don’t drink any more coffee.” You moved his cup away from him “It won’t help.”

He nodded, his eyes never leaving the cup.

“Take care of yourself Yoongi, you deserve it. When I look at you, I don’t see Min Yoongi, I see a dead man walking. When you’re well rested give me a call okay?”

You got up and walked over to his side of the table, leaning in and kissing his cheek softly.

“Take care Yoongi.”

You grabbed your untouched drink and your books, getting ready to leave when you felt his cold hand grab your wrist.

“There’s no chance for us…to start over isn’t there?” He looked up at you.

You saw hope in his eyes. Hope. You wished you didn’t know him well enough to see that hope. And you wished you didn’t care about him enough to just kill that hope and not feel bad. You sighed and avoided his gaze, knowing that you’d probably end up saying something that you didn’t want to.

“No Yoongi, I’m sorry…”

He let go of your wrist quickly like your touch was poison and his hands quickly dropped to his lap. His breathing was heavy and he didn’t look at you, he didn’t even face you. You wanted to say something, something that would ease the pain inside his chest, that would help him move on, but your mind was blank. Nothing that you’d say would make him feel better, all it would do was make him feel worse.

You sighed, feeling your chest tighten like there wasn’t enough oxygen in the room. You had caused him more pain, but you had good intentions, you did. All you wanted to do was help. But instead you stepped on what was left of his broken heart and walked away, your last words being take care. You left the coffee shop filled with regret, knowing that you should have listened to Jimin. Crossing the street had been a mistake. But you should’ve learned a long time ago that when it comes to Min Yoongi, you make the same mistakes over and over again until one of you ends up hurt. Just this time, you didn’t know how to fix two broken hearts.

The Matchmakers - Part 7

Art made by the amazing @bambz-art

@setthestarsxnfire​ and I wrote this one together! Hope you enjoy! This one is long so more under the cut~

MC: It’s a beautiful day!

Jaehee Kang: We should do something together

V: Agreed, it’s been awhile since we went out as a group.

ZEN: Like what?

707: Let’s go to the fair~!! ✧◕ヮ◕✧

ZEN: We’ve already been to the fair

Yoosung★: Oh? Since when :3

Saeran: ‘We’?

ZEN: Since
ZEN: Ehm
ZEN: No no, I misspoke
ZEN: I’ve never been there

Jumin Han: …

MC: Great!
MC: Then it’s settled, let’s all go!

Jaehee Kang: I don’t know if it’s something for me.

MC: Jaehee, it’s not the same without you (;﹏;)

707: MC’s secret weapon has been activated!

Jaehee Kang: Ah! I will go, MC!
Jaehee Kang: Don’t cry!

MC: Yaaayyy!!

Jumin Han: I really should finish writing these reports.

V: Come on Jumin, it’s Sunday.
V: Zen, you will be there, I hope?

ZEN: Hah… I suppose I can’t refuse if everyone wants to see me

Jumin Han: Alright, I’ll join.

MC: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Yoosung★: Saeran, you’re not going to protest as well, right?

Saeran: Saeyoung is already dragging me out the door ⌐.⌐

707: Whoo~!

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His//Im Jaebum

Originally posted by jjaenyoung

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary:Jaebum becomes possessive over you after he becomes jealous.

Author’s Note: This is some pure ass smut enjoy

WARNING: dirty talk, slight daddy kink.

xoxo Sara

You got up early one morning with the intentions of getting ready and making yourself look presentable.  You were meeting an old friend for the first time today and you wanted to make sure you looked nice. You slid quietly out of your bed, doing your best not to wake up your boyfriend. You knew he would need as much sleep as he could get due to his busy schedule as of late, and you didn’t want to interrupt his dreams. You sat by your mirror and hummed softly as you did your makeup, entertaining yourself while managing to not wake him.

You got dressed and headed out of your room, making sure to close the door as lightly as you could behind you, when you heard him stir in your bed. You heard his soft groans that he let out every morning circle through your usually silent apartment, making you smile to yourself as you reached the living room. You heard the door to your room open.

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“Some people are meant to be loved and others just naked” (III)

A/N: Part III of CEO Harry! I sincerely hope this was worth the wait and that you guys enjoy it. Thank you for your lovely comments and support. As always, this includes smut, daddy kink and a shitload of angst. I hope you like it. ♥

Harry and Y/N are enemies in the business world but the perfect partners under the sheets.

Based on the song Wrong by Zayn ft. Kehlani

Part I. Part II. Part III. Part IV.

Originally posted by ohbabyyeah

The sense of overachievement deeply ingrained in Y/N’s mindset is an innate weapon that can be both a blessing and a curse: when success is the rule rather than the exception, each failure, no matter how minor, feels like the end of the world.

Oliver Zhang represented all four horsemen during Y/N’s friday night apocalypse. She was certain she hadn’t experienced humiliation to its greatest extent until he stood her up at a VIP rooftop bar that overlooked the whole city and highlighted the blossoming nightlife she was letting go to waste -along with three hours of her precious time and a new outfit.

Unable to convert stress into drive whenever the gap between her expectations and the reality of her circumstances starts to diverge, she reverted back to a well-practised posture: that of spoiled brat utterly resolute in her decision to fuck shit up and get away with it.

The taste of defeat and the remnants of shame hovering on the tip of her tongue assumed control of her body and, naturally, what ensued was nothing short of wrongdoings she would gladly exclude from her future autobiography.  A videotape in fast forward, memories that her mind would disguise as dreams -and therefore wouldn’t regret- until the following morning.

What her brain did register was that at some point, her low cut silk burgundy dress came off. 

And somewhere along the way, she ended up in Harry Styles’ bed.

Her resolve might parallel that of an all-powerful creature but she’s only limited to her human strength, and no human in recorded history has been proved strong enough to fight off the inevitable.

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Gorgeous (Bucky x Reader)

Request: I just wanna say i’m so in love with your writings aaaand i was wondering if you could write a bucky x reader and the reader is so friendly with everyone, but she feels so alone because thinks nobody can fall in love with her, but bucky did. one day, she feels so down the she starts crying and saying awful things to herself looking in the mirror, but bucky hears everything and that makes him confess his feelings. i’m sorry it’s too long,. and if you don’t want to do it, it’s okay <3  

Bucky x reader imagine where she had really horrible anxiety and he is the only one that can calm her down? would you mind putting some angst in there and like one of the other avengers caused her to panic (she isn’t an avenger) thanks doll ;) xx

Words: 2,917

Warnings: Self shame, anxiety, FLUFF

Tags: @annadier @happelu970 @shamvictoria11 @spookass @pabegay1(message me if you want to be tagged in any fics or if I forgot to tag you! Sometimes I forget, my apologies!

You were no Avenger.

You weren’t as badass as Natasha or Wanda. You weren’t as sarcastic and outgoing as your father, you were just you. You lived with the Avengers because your dad was Tony Stark, the Avengers were like your huge, crazy, loud family. You loved having them as a family, you loved every last bit of it, but sometimes it’s hard not to doubt your looks or skills.

You were clumsy. You ran into walls, got your shirt caught on pointy objects, face planted into gardens, and tripped going up the stairs.  You weren’t as strong as the others,  you never worked on your upper body strength because you never really cared about it.

You would run twice a week for exercise and that was it. You hated working out, it was the worst thing you’ve ever experienced. You would much rather be drinking a milkshake while watching the Victoria Secret Fashion Show. Like you were right now.

“Oo, fancy.” You were sitting criss crossed on the couch, a blanket spread across your bare legs and your baggy long sleeve shirt rolled up slightly on your arms. A milkshake in one hand while your eyes remained glued to the screen projecting the fashion show.

“That looks painful.” Scott spoke with a mouth full of his own milkshake. He was slouched next to you, his legs spread out in front of him and his back surrounded by toss pillows. He was tilting slightly onto the arm of the couch but he seemed to be comfortable.

“I would never wear something that heavy looking on my dick.” Scott took another large gulp of his shake, twisting his face in pain as a brain freeze clearly took over his mind temporarily.

“But it’s so pretty.” You admired the glammed up bra, “Oo, look she has wings! I wish I had wings, how fun would that be?”

“Super fun! I would strut around in wings all day if they looked like that.” Scott glanced over at you, but you were still consumed in admiring all the glamorous outfits and models.

“I have wings.” Sam called out from the chair on the other side of the couch. His legs hanging over the arm of the chair and his back resting against the other arm. His phone rested on his chest and his shake was long gone, the empty cup sitting on the coffee table. “They’re even cooler because mine work.”

“Mm.” Both you and Scott made the same sound and twisted your lips as you both looked at Sam.

“Not the same thing. Yours aren’t as glamorous, now are they?” You turned your attention back at the screen and made your lips in the shape of an ‘o’ as you looked at Gigi Hadid walk down the runway. She was your favorite model, her and Cara Delevingne.

“Yeah. You get feathers, sparkles, jewels and glitter on your wings, then we’ll talk.” Scott nodded his head swiftly and ignored Sam’s narrowed eyes as he directed his eyes back to the Fashion Show.

“I know a girl who can hook you up with some bedazzlement on those wings of yours, Sam.” You winked in his direction, a smirk tilting on your lips. “And by girl I mean me, and by bedazzlement I mean some superglue and a trip to Hobby Lobby.” 

“I hate both of you.” Sam chuckled under his breath and shifted around a little in his chair.

“Man, I wish I had legs like those.” Scott  shook his head and moved the straw in his shake around, trying to get a good sip. You giggled at Scott’s comment, you always found him to say the strangest but most awesome things. 

“You know who has legs like those?” Sam paused, waiting for Scott to answer but when Scott kept gulping down his shake, Sam answered himself. “Natasha. She even has the walk down too, she would slay all those other models.” 

Scott hummed in agreement. “And Wanda has the hair of a Victoria Secret model. I wish my hair was as luscious as hers, that would save me fifteen minutes in the morning.”

“You spend fifteen minutes on your hair?” Sam scuffed and tilted his head back to look at Scott.

“This,” Scott motioned to his hair. “doesn’t just happen, Sam. It takes time, effort and skill, okay?”

“Man, you’re crazy.” Sam chuckled, shaking his head and slouching back down in his chair again. “For real though, Wanda and Nat are hella attractive-”

You shuffled around in your seat, the thoughts that consumed your mind were driving you insane. All they were talking about was how beautiful Natasha and Wanda were, of course you had to agree, they were both stunningly gorgeous. They were badass, strong and attractive all at once. They were your best friends, but it always hurt you when you would go places with them and everyone would notice them and not you.

You weren’t as stunning as them, you weren’t as flawless and beautiful as them. Of course you weren’t. Everyone expected Tony Stark’s daughter to be drop dead gorgeous, but somehow they always seemed surprised to see you. You were never what they were expecting.

You stood up suddenly, your nose tingling and your eyes starting to twitch with tears. Your chest felt tight and your hands felt clammy, you needed a moment to pull yourself together before you came back out here and pretended to not even care. You dropped the blanket previously covering your bare legs on the couch where you used to be sitting and placed your milkshake, that suddenly made you feel bloated, on the coffee table.

“I have to pee.” You announced it as a joke, happily your voice didn’t shake and you seemed to be holding it together on the outside fairly well. You knew you were about to break, you had to hide.

“Okay.” Scott and Sam both watched you speed down the hallway. “Be back soon, the Angels are about to come out!’

“Man, seriously though, Nat and Wanda have the legs and hair, but damn, Y/N has the whole package. The face, hair, walk, legs, and even the hips.” Sam shook his head in astonishment.

Scott nodded his head in agreement and pulled a part of your blanket on his thighs, he knew it was your favorite blanket but he loved it just as much. It was soft and always smelled good.

“She looks more like a Victoria Secret model than some of the Victoria Secret models.” Scott talked with another mouthful of his shake, he didn’t even care though. “Have you seen the way everyone looks at her, she steals the attention away from Nat and Wanda every time they go out.”

“Hell, she steals the attention away from us Avengers. And we’re Avengers.”

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“You can never love someone too much,” she argued, crossing her arms defiantly.

“Yes you can,” he snapped, but upon seeing her hurt expression, sighed, and grudgingly began to explain.

“My mom adored my dad, still does to this day, but the bastard fell in love with someone else. I would watch her do the laundry as a kid and she would just sit and stare for hours at the red lipstick on the collars of his shirts, surrounded by the smell of cheap perfume she would never wear. When he got home, she acted as if nothing was wrong, as if she wasn’t sobbing just hours before. She pretended to believe that he was on business calls at three a.m. She pretended that he loved her, and when I asked why, all she said was that sometimes you have to sacrifice things for love, even your own sanity. After that, I was in a state of disbelief. It’s complete and utter madness, the fact that love can make you lose yourself.“

—  n.g. // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #15
Coming Home for Christmas // Shawn Oneshot

(is it too early for Christmas AU’s because…oops)

Christmas was two days after your birthday. Shawn still hadn’t called. It hurt. It hurt like a son of a bitch. He hadn’t been responding to any of your texts for days, a week nearly. You knew it would end up like this. How could you expect him to keep his promise to you when he was out seeing the world? What were you compared to his dreams? He could have anything. Why would he still want you? You always knew it would come to this, but you didn’t think it would happen right before your birthday, let alone Christmas.

You look at the small wrapped box on your desk and sigh. It was Shawn’s gift. A new watch, really nice, not Armani nice, but still very classy and minimalistic. Your hand goes to the cord around your neck with the silver ring hanging from it. It was Shawn’s. He had given it to you before he left Pickering to go be a rock star. You laugh to yourself. Rock star was not something you ever thought you would call him, but here you were and there he was, wherever he was.

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