i always knew i never liked him

Arranged (Taehyung/Jimin)

Originally posted by bangtanbighit

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word count:1,150

Request: Angst arranged marriage?But fluff ending with yoongi or taehyung? Hehehe 💋

Summary: He was a womanizer not ready to let go of his single life, she was a girl in love with the man of her dreams but not the one she is intended to marry

A/n: I keep on seeing arranged marriage fanfics around, I don’t mind though I like reading angst lol~Joy

Part One//


Jimin and you have been dating for quite awhile now, almost two years and tonight you were going to finally introduce him to your parents. You were always scared of showing your parents boyfriends that you first started to date because you knew that they would just scold you if it wasn’t meant to be serious. Jimin was always wanted to marry you, he wanted to start a family with you, he knew he wanted this to be serious. He never told you about his fantasies of his future with you because he thought you wouldn’t be interested in a relationship like that. “Jagi do you think your parents will like lilacs or daisies?” He asked as you turned over to smile at him gently.

“You don’t have to get them flowers” You reminded him, as he shook his head lightly.

“How am I suppose to impress my in-laws then? First impressions are everything” He smiled brightly at the thought of calling your parent’s his in-laws.

“Jimin, you’ll do fine. My parents won’t care about the flowers, they care about the boy that is gonna marry me” You smiled brightly, accepting the thought of Jimin’s thought of marriage.

“So is that a yes? So we could possibly marry?” Jimin excitedly asked as you laughed softly.

“Maybe” You smiled brightly, “let’s see where tonight takes us and then I’ll think about it.” 


Dinner was awkward at first, Jimin and you were holding hands as your parents gave disapproving looks. “Y/n, honey, I want you to know that we have nothing against you and Jimin it’s just you can’t marry him” Your mother explained softly, as you held Jimin’s hand tighter.

“Why not? He’s everything you’ve ever wanted in a son, smart and he has a good stable life” You explained, as Jimin gave a tiny smile.

“Yes he is a very good secure boy…but he’s just not for you, Jimin is not fit to marry you.” She explained as you started to get more and more frustrated.

“So if Jimin can’t marry me then who else do you see fit to fill the role?” You asked, as your mother smiled.

“Taehyung, Kim Taehyung” She smirked, as Jimin’s eyes widened.

“Y/n, who’s that?” Jimin asked a sharp pang of jealousy hit him.

“I’m not even sure who that is, so you’re telling me you’d rather I marry a stranger than my very own boyfriend?” You asked, shocked with your parents.

“He’s no stranger, he’s that little boy who used to come over to play with you in the gardens.” Your mother smiled, thinking of the times when you were just a child and you depended on your mother the most. “Oh, how I miss those days.”

“Mom you can’t suggest I marry someone who I haven’t talked to in years, it’s been seventeen years!” You raised your voice.

“Y/n! Don’t raise your voice to your mother” Your father’s voice rumbled, as you let out a huff.

“Mr. L/n, Mrs. L/n? If I might say something, I love your daughter with all my heart and I hope this doesn’t sound weird but I want to marry your daughter and I was hoping if this thing with Taehyung could you know, stop?” He asked, as your father focused his eyes at Jimin, making Jimin cower back into his seat.

“A man who interrupts the family discussion of the women he loves is not worthy to marry my daughter.” Your father harshly yelled as you stood up hands on the table.

“So a stranger that I’ve only talked to once is worthy to marry me?” You fought back. 

“Y/n, I know his father if you two marry we would have a wonderful business proposition” Your father explained, as you scoffed.

“So I’m just an investment to your shitty company?” You clicked your tongue.

“Y/n! Language!” Your mother scolded, as your father sat back down.

“That “shitty” company is what has kept you fed and clothed for twenty-two years of birth.” Your father replied.

“Whatever, I don’t care because if you won’t let me marry Jimin then I’ll run away.” You boldly yelled, as your mother gasped.

“Y/n! Don’t think of such things.” Your mother scolded.

“And what money will you live off of? You don’t have a stable job, last time I checked I am the one paying your schooling!” Your father fought back, as you bit your lip in lost of words. “Y/n don’t be stupid, and just dump your boyfriend.”

“You know I’m still here right?” Jimin asked, as he felt his heart break, his first time meeting your parents and your parents were already trying to marry you to a different man. 

“I love Jimin” You cried, as you held tightly on Jimin’s hand for comfort.

“I’m sorry dear, but you guys can’t be together.” Your father softly explained, his temper now cooled down.

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow, now say goodbye to your now ex boyfriend.” Your mother said, as you took Jimin by the hand and walked him to the door.

“I’m so sorry you had to witness that, you didn’t need to hear that,” You told Jimin as he smiled softly, he grabbed your cheeks pulling you into a kiss.

“It’s okay, I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you with me” Jimin smiled, as he finally let go “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”


You woke up, stretching your arms as you let out a yawn. You finished washing your face as you headed downstairs to hear the sound of chatter, you froze looking at the calendar only to be struck with confusion. Today wasn’t a Friday so your mom wasn’t having tea with her friends, today was a Saturday where she would go to visit the temples to pray. You walked back to your room, changing into a blue dress that went down to your knees and the sleeves that stopped just about your elbows. Coming through your hair, you walked down to see your mother, as she smiled to you, thanking the heavens that you didn’t walk down with your pj’s and messy bun.

“Ah this is my daughter Y/n, as you can tell she works very hard to not look like a slob every day” Your mother joked, as you laughed lightly as well.

“Oh that’s wonderful, your daughter is very beautiful” The lady complimented, as you thanked her. You heard a knock on the door as one of your maids went to go get the door, she came back with a boy around your age with light blonde hair that was clearly dyed, as he gave a little smirk and a wink to your direction. “Ah and this is my son, why don’t you introduce yourself sweetie.” 

“I would love to” He smiles, his voice deep, but still very sweet “My name is Taehyung, Kim Taehyung” Your eyes widen, as you drop your phone.

“What?” 

anonymous asked:

I can't stand Zayn. Never did. To me always was pretty obvious that he knew Harry is the biggest star of all them. He left the band thinking he was better alone but no, he can't do a live show. He's Gigi's shadow and Harry will beat him with just one single released. He's a envious person and that's why I don't like him. Harry was upset because what Zayn did was stupid but I'm glad he did it because One Direction had their best album without him. Their shows were better without him.

I think he’s a talented singer, and that if he’d been able to do proper promotion for his singles/album, they would have done well, more or less. If he’d kept quiet and kept working, he would probably be doing just fine right now. But he just kept talking and talking and getting worse until he essentially shot his own self in the foot with a shotgun. My last straw, and I think the last straw for a vast majority of people was when he essentially tweeted “All Lives Matter” in the middle of a massive, politically and emotionally charged uproar about exactly that type of bullshit. Since then, he’s all but fallen off the face of the planet celebrity-wise, compared to where he used to be. And it was his own damn fault. So he can whine all he wants to; Harry has nothing to do with Zayn’s situation, and I doubt Harry has even given it any thought.

“My dad was a blackout, abusive drunk. I’ve been on my own since I was sixteen, and after that it was nothing but abusive relationships and hell. Mark was the only guy who’d ever been nice to me. We were married for five years. He’d bring flowers to my office. He would make me a bubble bath in the morning before I woke up. He even treated my daughter like she was his own. He didn’t say ‘our daughter.’ He always called her ‘my daughter.’ He’d even watch me sleep. I could never sleep because of everything that has happened to me. But I could sleep when I was with him. And he knew that, so he liked to watch me sleep. One night I woke up and he was watching me like he always did. But I leaned over to kiss him and he was cold. It’s been over a year now. For awhile I was so depressed that I couldn’t leave my room. But I’m trying to get my life back together.“

You guys!

Henrik took it upon himself to make Tarjei feel comfortable. He knew that Tarjei was four years younger than him and took responsibility for his comfort. He knew that he needed to be someone Tarjei could trust and feel safe with. He knew that Tarjei should be in control. He was just like, “I am here for YOU, bud.”

And Even make sure Isak was comfortable. He was so, so patient, always checking to make sure Isak was okay with what was happening. And he never took it personally when Isak was hesitant. He made Isak feel safe and loved. He was just like, “I respect you and you’re in charge.”

Henrik’s complete lack of ego about the entire thing is incredible. He gives all the credit to Julie and has no idea how incredible he is. Of course Tarjei felt safe with him. He exudes warmth and gentleness and accommodation. He is a human angel. 

I can’t. I have too many feelings. This show and these boys and these characters are too much. 

(Shout out to @xionin for helping me process said feelings and @screamteam for screaming with me about them.)

I’m honestly not here for a Miles who disregards his race and the important symbolic nature that brings to the table. I’m not here for a Miles who views his blackness as a crutch and a blow against his “character” and identity. I’m not here for a Miles who doesn’t understand the intense emotion and almost tear-jerking delight when we see someone just like us, doing things that we always knew we could, but never had the opportunity. I’m not here for a Miles who spits in the face of the same movement and the same pride that created him.

I Hate You : Jack Maynard Smut

(basically jack and y/n hate each other but cant seem to keep their hands off each other)

i may do a part 2 to this so if you’d like me to just ask/request :)

“Move.” Jack nudged you as he walked by to get to the fridge. 

 "Wow, some manners would be nice.“ You shot back, rolling your eyes at him. 

“I’ll use manners when i’m talking to people I actually give a shit about.” Jack replied, moving back to sit on Caspar’s sofa. 

“Can’t you two just be nice to each other for 5 minutes?“ Joe groaned, sick of yours and Jack’s bickering. 

It wasn’t a surprise that you and Jack were like this, you have never liked each other. Since Joe introduced you - his cousin - to all of his friends last year, Jack has always been so annoying and pathetic towards you. No one really knew why, you both just never really clicked. However, the rest of the guys love you. You and Conor were super close but it was complicated as he’s Jacks brother and you tried to avoid Jack as much as possible.

"It’s not my fault he’s so immature.” You told your older cousin.

 “You’re both as bad as each other, to be fair.“ Conor laughed. 

 "Please,” Jack scoffed. “I don’t understand why I have to put up with her all the time." 

 “Because she’s our friend!” Conor defended you. 

“And she’s my cousin.“ Joe laughed. 

“I wish she wasn’t.” Jack took a sip of his water. 

“You do realise i’m right here?“ You asked Jack. "Grow up." 

 "Me grow up?!” Jack raised his eyebrows. 

 "Come on you two!“ Caspar laughed. 

You gave Jack the evils before going back to your laptop, scrolling through facebook. 

“So what are we doing?” Joe asked. “Ice skating?”

 "Yeah, buddy, how excited are you?“ Caspar exclaimed as he put his arm round Joe. 

"Get off me!” Joe pushed him away. “Well when are we going?" 

“Now, I think. The car’s here.” Josh told everyone, getting up from his chair. 

“So am I getting a car in 20 minutes yeah?“ Jack asked Josh. 

 "Yeah, you and Y/N are getting that one.” Josh replied. 

 "Why me?“ You groaned. 

“Because you two are being annoying today and need to sort your shit out.” Josh told us.  

“Josh, don’t be a dick head.“ Jack warned, eyeing Josh. 

 "I’m not. You two talk. This car is full.” Josh told us, everyone leaving.

 Everyone said their goodbye’s and eventually it was just you and Jack in Caspar’s apartment. Jack was in the same spot on Caspar’s sofa and you were still stood up, on your laptop, which was on the work top. 

 "You don’t always need to be a prick, you know.“ You spoke up, causing Jack to turn his head in your direction. He raised his eyebrows at you.

 "Yes, I do.” He replied before turning back to the TV. 

“Why?“ You asked, walking towards him slowly. 

“Because I hate you.” Jack replied, standing up quickly and walking past you. He placed his bottle of water on the side before slipping out his phone and leaning against the side. 

“I hate you too.“ You scoff, going back to your laptop. 

 Even though you really disliked Jack, you didn’t hate him. You hoped he didn’t hate you either. He’s just very annoying and has always been annoying. If he hadn’t held some sort of grudge against you since day one then you would probably get on really well. 

 You suddenly had a really good idea as you spotted Jack’s water bottle that didn’t have a lid on. Slowly wondering over, Jack’s eyes stayed on his phone, you went right next to him. As you leaned towards him to go for the water bottle, he spoke. 

 "What are you doing?” He snapped. 

“Uhh… Just getting…“ You started, leaning over and knocking the bottle towards Jack. The water went all over his white t-shirt that he was wearing and he immediately jumped away. 

 "What the fuck are you doing?!” He shouted. 

 "Oops, my hand slipped.“ You shrugged, a small smile on your lips.

 "You’re such a fucking bitch!” He groaned, trying to pull the back of his t shirt round so he can see the wet patch. 

“I wouldn’t wear that out if I were you.“ You giggled, watching Jack. His blue eyes were now narrow and angry, giving you the evils. 

“Fuck off.” He muttered, storming off into Caspar’s bedroom. Within a few seconds, he came back and walked to the corner of the living room where Caspar’s clothes were hanging up to dry.

 Jack picked up one of Caspar’s black t shirts, feeling it to see if it was fully dry. You guessed it was as Jack then took you by surprise and pulled his wet t shirt up and off. You immediately lost your breath as you saw Jack’s body. As you saw his glistening skin, you could feel yourself go bright red and tried your hardest not to look. It didn’t really work though as Jack caught your eye. 

“Stop checking me out.“ He teased with a grin. 

 "I-i’m not.” You quickly replied.

 You looked down at your laptop, trying to avoid the conversation. But you could see him in the corner of your eye as he just wasn’t putting on Caspar’s t shirt. Suddenly he started walking over to you. You gulped nervously, not trusting yourself. Jack went behind you, getting closer and closer. You felt yourself getting hotter as he placed his bare chest against your back. Why was he doing this? You hated Jack, why is he messing with you this way? You felt his crotch against your bum and his hand on your hip. He placed the t shirt down on the work top before moving all your hair to one side. 

 "Like what you see?“ Jack whispered in your ear. His hot breath sent goosebumps all over your body and you suddenly lost your voice. You turned around so your facing him, meeting with his grinning face. 

 "W- what are you doing?” You stuttered, not knowing where to put your hands as Jack kept getting closer and closer. His hands went to the work top either side of you, blocking you in. His body was now pressed against your own as he was getting closer again. As his face was just inches from yours, he muttered something. 

 "I really fucking hate you.“ 

 "I hate you too.” You mumbled back as his lips brushed against yours. You didn’t like him - you really didn’t - but the hatred had created this tension between you and he was standing there with no shirt on, his blond hair was messy but looked perfect, his bright blue eyes were dark and narrow and his lips were almost on yours. You couldn’t help yourself. 

As soon as his lips were pressed against yours, your hands snaked up his body and round his neck. He kisses you desperately, as if his life depended on it. As if he needed you more than anything. His lips were soft and felt good against yours and when he bit down gently on your bottom lip you couldn’t help but let out a moan. 

 "Jack.“ You gasped as his lips went to your neck, sucking the skin and leaving wet marks. 

“Up.” He told you. Within seconds you were up on the work top and he was kissing the life out of you. He moved himself so he was in between your legs and his arms were around your waist. His tongue entered your mouth and your hands went to his hair, running your fingers up and down the back of his head. You were immediately snapped back to reality when Jack’s phone started to ring. He let you go within seconds and fished his phone from his back pocket. 

 "H-hello?“ Jack breathed out, clearly short for breath. You were exactly the same, out of breath. It took you a few seconds to actually realise what had just happened. Jack had kissed you. And you really liked it. The loss of contact from him made you realise how intimate you had been.

 "Now?” Jack spoke into the phone as he reached for the t shirt that was on the side. “OK, see you soon.” Jack slipped the t shirt on after hanging up the phone. 

“Uber’s here.“ Jack muttered to you, not even looking in your direction. You both grabbed your things and made your way down to the car in silence.

 / 

“Hey guys.” Caspar greeted you both as you and Jack met them by the ice rink. 

 "Hey buddy.“ Jack spoke to him. You were angry, to say the least. Why would Jack kiss you like that then not talk to you? So, what happens now… You’re just going to go back to hating each other. 

 "You guys have fun?” Caspar asked Jack.  

“Its never fun with her.“ Ouch. As Jack’s words left his mouth he answered your question. Yes, back to hating each other it is. 

“You alright, babe?” Conor asked you as you all picked up your skates. 

“Yeah.“ You sighed but Conor realised you weren’t. 

 "Y/N.” Conor warned, giving you a look. 

“Don’t worry, i’ll tell you later.“ You brushed him off, sitting down as you pulled on your skates. Your thoughts were clouding up your mind you didn’t even realise how long it was taking you to put your ice skates on. 

“Y/N?” Conor nudged you. 

“I can’t get them on.“ You groaned. The situation was stressing you out. 

“Would you like some help?” A male voice spoke up. You looked up to where the voice was coming from. It was a man, who worked on the ice rink, who was rather good looking. 

“Oh- Uh, yeah please.“ You smiled at him. He bent down to his knees and did up your skates. You stared at him the whole time, his dark hair was perfectly styled and his hazel eyes looked up at you when he had finished. 

“Thanks.” You spoke. He responded with a smile and held his hand out to you. At first you didn’t realise what he was doing but soon caught on and placed your hand on his. He pulled you up and flashed you a grin. It was good timing as the bell went off, signalling that it was ready for everyone to go on the ice. You thanked the man one last time before turning back to the boys. The first person who caught your eye was of course Jack, who was stood in between Joe and Josh, with the dirtiest look on his face. When your eyes met his, he began to shake his head. You shot him a questioning look but he just looked away. 

 All of you finally got onto the ice and you immediately grabbed onto the edge. So did most of the boys. Joe and Jack were quite good though as they skated off past you. You, Josh, Caspar, Mikey, Oli and Conor were all holding onto the edge for a little while until they all started getting more confident and skated by themselves. You were still holding on, moving your skates slowly on the ice but still slipping every now and then. You were no where near confident enough to let go. 

“Here.“ The same voice from earlier said as the man reach for your hand. 

"Second time you have helped me today.” You laughed as him help your hand tightly, going around the ice. 

 "You’re good at this, why are you holding onto the side?“ He laughed, running his gloved hand through his hair. 

“I don’t know, i’m just scared of falling over.” You replied. All of the guys were skating confidently round the rink, although Mikey and Oli kept falling over due to the others pushing them. 

 "I have to go.“ The man spoke after skating with you for a few minutes. Of course, he had to do his job. 

 "Well thanks, again.” You laughed. He winked at you before skating off. You decided to skate in the middle of the ice for a bit even though your heart was beating like crazy - nervous of falling over. Conor and Josh were just a little bit ahead of you so you caught up with them. You went in-between them, grabbing onto their hands. 

 "Well there she is!“ Josh laughed as he saw you. 

 "Whos that guy?” Conor asked as you all skated together, hand in hand. 

What guy?“ You asked. 

“That guy you were just with.” Conor replied. 

 "Oh, i don’t know, he just helped me.“ You shrugged.

The three of you skated together for a while until Josh tripped and pulled you both over with him. You were not happy with him but couldn’t help but laugh. You decided to skate by yourself for a little while to get your balance right. Until you felt someone behind you, nudging you out of the way. You reacted quickly by grabbing onto their arm so you don’t fall. You were met with two bright blue eyes that you loved to hate. As you gripped onto him, you were still unsteady so Jack grabbed onto your waist, helping you gain your balance.

"Why did you do that?” You asked, looking into his eyes as he grinned. 

“Funny.” He shrugged. 

 "I hate you.“ You groaned, getting out of his grip and skating off. 

"Where’s your boyfriend?” He asked as he skated beside you. 

“What are you talking about?“ You snapped. 

 "That guy.” Jack replied. 

“He was helping me, Jack, grow up.“ 

 "Whatever, babe.” He teased as he grabbed your hand, which took you by surprise. 

 "What are you doing? Get off!“ You pulled away but he didn’t let you go. You both lost your balance on the ice and Jack pulled you down with him as he fell. It was so embarrassing as you fell right onto the ice next to Jack, making your clothes soaking wet. "For fuck sake Jack!” You whined. 

Getting up, you were so angry with Jack. Why does he always wind you up? Its like its his mission to annoy you. 

 "Sorry, babe.“ Jack laughed as he got up. ”

Fuck off!“ You snapped before going over to tell the boys you were leaving. 

/

 You had finished your shower - at Joe’s, where you were staying - to realise everyone had come back here.

They were all so rowdy you could hear them a mile away. As you got out, you realised that your clean clothes were in the washing pile that was in the wash room. Everyone was downstairs by the sound of it, so with your towel wrapped around your wet body and tip toed out of Joe’s spare bedroom go the wash room. 

“Y/N.” Jack’s voice made you stop dead in your tracks. You turned to see Jack at the top of the stairs, in the same black t shirt he was wearing earlier. His hair was messy but look good as always and he held a tight expression on his face as he looked you up and down. 

 "I- i’m just getting some clothes.“ You told him as you sped walked to the wash room and picked up some joggers and a t shirt. When you walked back out onto the landing, you were thankful to see that Jack wasn’t there. However, when you went back into your room, Jack was stood there waiting for you. 

“What do you want, Jack? I’m trying to get dressed.” You sighed, placing your clothes down on the bed. 

“Are you still angry at me?“ Jack asked. 

 "I’m always angry at you.” You sighed. Jack ran his fingers through his hair and also sighed. 

“I need to get dressed.“ You told him again. 

 "So get dressed.” He shrugged. You rolled your eyes at him. 

 Thinking about it for moment, you realised you could get him back for teasing you earlier. Walking over to the chest of drawers that had your underwear in, you faced away from Jack. Taking a deep breath, you dropped your towel to the floor. 

 You quickly opened the drawer and grabbed some underwear. Before you could even put them on, Jack  pushed you up against the drawers forcefully - not too hard though. 

“Don’t fucking tease me.” Jack groaned in your ear before turning you around and crashing his lips onto yours. Your naked body was pressed against him as he kissed you harshly. Your hands were around his neck, fingers touching the bottom of his hair. 

“Clothes. Off.“ You muttered in between kisses. Jack broke away from you quickly as he pulled off his - Caspar’s - t shirt. As he went back to kissing you, you ran your hands down his chest and along his toned stomach - the contact causing him to moan against your lips which was quite possibly the hottest thing ever. 

 Jack pushed you back so you were laying down on the bed. This was the first time he properly saw your naked body. His eyes scanned you up and down as his tongue poked out of his mouth and swiped his bottom lip. 

 "You’re so fucking sexy.” He said as he leaned down, kissing your neck, your collar bones, your chest, your stomach, your thighs. 

 "J-Jack.“ You moaned out as he kissed closer and closer up your thighs. 

“Mmh.” Jack hummed in response. Before Jack could do anymore, you leaned forward and undid his belt - hoping he’d get the message. Within seconds Jack’s trousers and boxers were both off. 

Your mouth watered when you saw the size of him. You’d always thought he was big - but not that big. You were a little worried about how that would even fit inside of you. 

“Please, Jack.“ You moaned, pulling him down to by the back of his neck. 

"What do you want, baby?” Jack breathed out, grinning at you. 

 "I want you to fuck me.“ You surprised yourself as the words left your mouth, but you couldn’t help it. You needed him right now. 

 "Do you have a condom?” He asked, kissing you again. 

 "On. The. Pill.“ You told him in between kisses. 

 After kissing for a minute, Jack’s hand went to his member as he pumped himself a few times before rubbing his tip up and down your core.

 "Fuck.” You moaned into his neck before sucking and kissing his soft skin. Jack finally eased into you. Your arms went around his neck as you held yourself close to him whilst he thrusted in and out of you. 

 "I’ve waited for this for so long.“ Jack mumbled between thrusts. 

 Your moans and groans echoed throughout the bedroom and the fact that this wasn’t even your bed turned you on even more. One of Jacks hands went to your clit, rubbing it to add more pleasure. 

As you looked up at him, you noticed beads of sweat starting to form on his skin and his dirty blond hair sticking to his forehead. 

 Both your hands went to his cheeks as you looked into his eyes. His breathing was in sync with his thrusts and he stared down at you with eyes full of lust. 

 "I hate you.” You reminded him as he rocked in and out of you. 

 "I hate you more.“ Jack replied, pressing a sweet kiss against your lips which made your stomach do flips. You could feel yourself getting close as your stomach felt tight. Your legs started to shake and your toes curled. 

 "Faster, Jack. I’m close.” You muttered as he kissed you again. 

“Me too, baby.” He breathed out. 

 The way he called you ‘baby’ whilst fucking you like this made your heart melt. Jack picked up pace and the bed began to rock. 

 You moaned out loud as you came around Jack, digging your nails into the top of his back. It didn’t take Jack long to finish either, releasing inside of you. As Jack pulled out of you, he kissed you again. 

 "Think I need another shower.“ You laughed. 

 "I’d be happy to join.” Jack smiled. 

 "Nope.“ You shook your head at him as he rolled off of you. 

 "Why?” He raised his eyebrows, still trying to catch his breath. 

 “I still hate you, remember.“ You reminded him, getting up off the bed. 

“Wow, Y/N, I never thought you’d fuck and chuck me.” Jack laughed as you walked into the bathroom once again. 

When I met him
I just knew
Knew that this was different
It’s like we had known each other
Forever
There was this comfort
That I had never felt before
Not even with my last boyfriend
When he wraps his arms around me
And kisses my nose
My heart just fills with so much love
He calms my always hectic mind
It never shuts off
But it does for him
We may not always agree
But my trust and love never falters
My heart is at complete peace with him
—  Chapters from my life

anonymous asked:

The way Alec grabs Magnus' arm but then his hand gently (so fucking gently) slides down so he can hold Magnus' hand and then Magnus grabs Alec's other hand and they're so gentle with each other, I'm dying. Also Magnus calling out Alec is my aesthetic

god i know all the malec scenes are so good. i love that at first, magnus’ expression is the same when anyone grabs him – just the way his gaze goes down and darkens. like magnus has never liked being grabbed. but with alec, magnus pauses and then alec realizes he’s too forceful, and he just loosens his grip and gently holds magnus’ hand instead – and magnus lets him, he lets him do this and he just melts because of this stupid shadowhunter.

and yes!! magnus taking zero bullshit and demanding respect is incredible. i mean, we always knew this was a part of magnus’ character – he’s never put up with anyone’s bullshit – but i just love how much this episode reinforced this idea. i think it’s really needed because i see way too many people characterizing magnus as submissive when he’s the goddamn High Warlock who’s gone toe to toe with the Clave for centuries. magnus has many faults and doubts, but a lack of self-respect isn’t one of them. he knows how he deserves to be treated and he won’t accept any less than that.

Double-Sided

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He was like fire. The most alluring element on Earth, bringing warmth to my core. Every time I tried to hold him, I was scorched by his flame. He draws me in, and swears he wants me around, but I always ended up burnt. I ought to be ashamed by my foolishness and repeated efforts, but how incredible would it be to say you held fire? How would you feel if you knew it belonged to you? I can’t give up on something that special.
—  Excerpt from a book I will never write #1117
Phan Fluff: I'm not Gay (I Promise)

‘I’m not gay!’ Dan yelled at his friend Louise after she had asked him for the, hmmm 87th time? Why he kept looking at Phil Lester like that. ‘And I don’t like Phil!’
'Then why do you go everywhere with him? You’re never more than three feet away from him for gods sake!’
'Because… because he’s my best friend!’
Louise sighed. This was the answer she always got, she was only teasing him and she knew Dan knew that, but sometimes it seemed very much like he didn’t.

Dan hated people. In fact, he didn’t particularly like being around anyone unless their name was Phil Lester. Phil was the only person that he had ever felt close to, Phil had shared all his secrets with Dan and often tried to get Dan to tell his secrets too, though he never would. Phil always found impossible to tell what Dan was thinking.

Dan knew what he was thinking though, of course, and his mind often played games with him, trying to torment him and convince him that his biggest fears would come true. This was obviously stupid so he hadn’t bothered to tell anyone, even Phil (especially Phil) his biggest fear couldn’t possibly be real because… well because.

Dan’s biggest fear was being gay.

It wasn’t that he was against gay people, for he knew that Phil was gay, he had come out to Dan years ago, in a way so casual it was almost like it didn’t phase him at all. Dan hated this about him, the way he never seemed worried about anything,

'Okay, okay. Come on we have to go to maths now’ Louise continued.
'Oh uh, is it time already?’ Dan replied absentmindedly, he was quite relived actually. Louise wasn’t in his maths so he could get away from her endless accusations that he was gay, at least for an hour.
'Hey guys!’ A voice called from down the corridor as Phil and Louise had just started walking. The voice caught up with them, it was Phil.
'Hey Phil’ Said Dan 'Louise you should really get going, you’re in a different class to us’
'Alright, alright bye then’
She winked at Dan as she said this before walking away in the opposite direction and Dan had they urge to yell that he wasn’t gay at her again.
'You’re blushing again Dan’ Phil smirked.
'I’m. No I’m not!’
Dan knew this was a lie. He turned even more scarlet as he looked into Phil’s eyes, he wasn’t sure why but he often found himself blushing when looking at Phil.
'Yeah you are, it’s okay I know it’s cause you fancy Louise’
'I, I what? No!’ Dan spluttered 'come on let’s go to class’
He regretted getting to class so quickly, in fact he wished he hadn’t got there at all, within ten minutes he felt as though he was about to fall asleep.

The rest of the day didn’t go to great either. He had narrowly scraped detention for his English homework, Louise had continued to annoy him and as a result of this so had Phil. Phil really did seem convinced that Dan loved Louise because he brought it up again when Dan was round his house later.
'So if you don’t have a crush Louise, who do you have a crush on?’
'No one’ Dan replied instantly without hesitating, seeming a little to certain.
'And I…’ he looked into Phil’s eyes again and this time he did hesitate ’ I really should get going’

He wasn’t sure what had made him want to leave, but it was probably the uncomfortable burning he’d had in his chest the whole time he’d been there, alone and with Phil. He thought of Phil’s eyes again and the burning became stronger. What was happening to him?

He went through the next day throughly confused, wondering when this feeling would go away. It didn’t. The days of confusion soon turned to weeks and showed no signs of stopping, until one day when everything became clear.

It had seemed like a fairly normal day, at least the kind of normal Dan was now used to where he felt like there were actual flames in his stomach. He had got up, got dressed, had breakfast and headed to school. Louise had taunted him at break and lunch with her usual comments, to which Dan had responded with the usual yell of 'I’m not gay!’ Though it was perhaps a little quieter today, a little more unsure.

It didn’t become clear to him until the end of the day when he was walking out with Phil, he was walking down the corridor when he felt something under his foot. By the time he realised what it was he had fallen to the floor. He hadn’t actually noticed it had happened, his mind had been somewhere else until Phil reached out his hand.
'Here’ he was giggling 'let me help’
Dan’s confused looking face looked directly up at Phil and smiled, he couldn’t help it, Phil’s face looked so happy as he giggled, his bright blue eyes glistened and his tongue poked out slightly. Dan reached for Phil’s outstretched arm and as their hands connected, so did two invisible wires in Dan’s brain and it was at that moment that he realised something. His biggest fear had come true and he was in with love his best friend.

It was strange actually to think of it as a fear in this moment, for it did not seem scary to him anymore. The burning feeling in his stomach ceased and he got up to his feet, still smiling.

He didn’t talk much on the way home. It wasn’t until they reached the safety of Phil’s room until he spoke again.
'Ph, Phil?’
'Yes? What is it, you’ve been awfully quiet today, is it Louise? Are you finally going to confess to me that you love her?’
'No!’ Dan shouted, though he didn’t seem annoyed, he could tell Phil was only teasing.
'There’s something I need to tell you’ he continued.
'You know there’s actually something I need to tell you too’
Dan paused.
'Really? That’s funny, it’s like when we used to tell each other secrets when we were younger’
'You mean when I used to tell my secrets and you’d never tell yours?’
Dan blushed guiltily.
'Anyway…’
'What did you want to tell me?’ The two said at the same time. They both burst out laughing.
'What do you think I want to tell you?’
'I don’t know’
'Why don’t we say them at the same time?’
'Well, uh okay…’
They looked straight into each other’s eyes, Dan into Phil’s bright blue ones and Phil into Dan’s chocolate brown ones.
'Ready?’
'Three. Two. One.’

'I’m in love with you’

'What?!’
The two continued to stare at each other, unable to form words. They leaned into each other and their lips, instead of forming words met, in a kiss that exploded into a warm and fulfilling embrace.

Out of all the members, Yoongi was never the one to outwardly show his emotions. He had often shared this thoughts and feelings through twitter, yet none of them made such a profound impact on me as this one (160110 tweet) did. 

The fact that he went back to Kobe World Hall during his break to feel the emotions and disappointment of his fans, that he cried because he felt that it was his fault and it was him who let the fans down, that he now feels like he can’t look into his fans eyes honorably, made my heart break. We mean that much to him.

I remember my view about Yoongi first changed when I learned that his parents didn’t support his dream at the beginning. They didn’t want him to be a rapper and because of that, his parents didn’t attend his concerts at first. (They completely support him now and are proud of their son). To him, we are the fans who supported his dream, who attend his concerts, who anticipate his works and his mixtape.

I realized that I never knew exactly how important the fans were to Yoongi because he always seemed to want to be left alone by media. But today, I now know that within his personal space, we are there. We exist, and beyond just existing, we are vital.

#yoongiprotectionsquad

I’m always going to remember him as the one boy I could never get to love me. I knew I could never change that, or him. I could’ve handed him my heart and he would’ve said he didn’t want it. He’d drop it on the floor, and like glass, it would shatter into pieces, and he lets you clean up the mess; a way of letting you know he doesn’t want you, nor will he ever want you. I meant nothing to him, but I constantly hoped there was something more, something behind the chaos that laid between us. I thought it could’ve been love, but it was just chaos, it was that simple; I shouldn’t have tried to look at something simple and make it more complex. You could’ve seen it from a million miles away, it wouldn’t change what all of this was, because it was nothing, and of course what it was not, because it was certainly not love.
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #138
Good For You

Summary: Tom had a bad day at work and thought you should treat him right for the night by looking good for him.

Characters: Reader x Tom Holland

Warnings: NSFW?, semi-smut

Word Count: 799

A/N: We’ve all seen the Vogue Italia pictures. Those pictures inspired this. I suggest listening to Selena Gomez’s “Good For You” while you read this and die. I wrote it listening to the song and it was the end of me. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I’ve never been in a relationship or kissed anyone, so this is what I know from watching movies and TV shows. lol. Also, my first time writing stuff like this in awhile. 


Earlier today, you’ve heard from your boyfriend, Tom, that he had a bad day on the set while filming his new movie. You knew he would be stressed out because he cares a lot about his acting and always wants to get his performance 100% right. It’s been awhile since you had properly dressed up for him and thought that tonight would be the perfect opportunity to cheer him up.

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He is not only a distraction I can’t afford but a heartbreak waiting to happen. His allegiances are shaky at best. One day he will leave, or die, or betray me like so many others have. One day, he will hurt me.
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GLASS SWORD, Chapter 18, First Paragraph

One day he will leave, or die, or betray me like so many others have. One day, he will hurt me. She knew. She knew it. She always had. But she chose to let go and love him, still, despite the impending heartbreak and betrayal. And I couldn’t be more proud of my girl for following her heart but never sacrificing her principles.  

“That child never knew what it was to be loved by someone. He…waver around the space between light and darkness…and…reached a state of mind devoid of anything”—August

Larcade often plays with himself when he was young since his “father” was never around too much. Larcade was “created” to be a weapon, a pawn for his “father”’s game. Overtime, he lost his ability to feel and stands in between light and darkness. However, even till this day, Larcade still seeks that emotion he is unknown of. Love

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PROMPTS: “I don’t love you anymore.” & “You’re lying”

Member: Namjoon (Rap Monster)

GENRE: SUPER ANGST

WORD COUNT: 510

Namjoon and I had been dating for about two years now. I’ve always known that Namjoon is goofy and silly sometimes but also hard -working and driven at others. I know that he hates it when people talk during movies and he would kill for the last slice of pizza. I know all about his quirks, his habits, his likes and dislikes. Even with all of that knowledge, i never once knew that he was capable of cheating on me.

My suspicions didn’t rize until the last few couple of weeks but now, knowing the truth, I should have picked up on the signs months ago. Him slowly distancing himself from me, saying he was under a lot of pressure with school. Him rejecting my calls and texting me instead, excusing his behaviour by saying he was in a busy area.

When he got out of bed one night staying over at my place, to answer a woman’s phone call, my suspicions rose. The sweat prickled on my forehead, the heat rushed to the side of my head. My hairs standing, my ears straining to ear, to catch a glimpse of their conversation.

Namojoon had sworn to me that it was his sister calling from a payphone on her backpacking trip, and I believed him. Until I answered one of the calls months later. Namjoon;s sister had already returned home by then, so who was calling. When I heard the suave, fluid female voice on the phone, terror struck me. I was so scared to have my doubts confirmed. I was scared to lose it all. Lose him.

So here I was, sitting before my boyfriend, about to ask the most useless question I could ask, “Why?”

Namjoon slumped into his chair across from me. He looked tired. As if this conversation was a burden, a waste of time, taking an unnecessary toll on his body. “I don’t love you anymore. I did-”

“You’re lying!” I scream, pushing myself deeper into the back of the loveseat, as if that’ll distance me, seperate me form my own pain. “STOP LYING!”

Namjoon just sighs again. “I did love you Y/N. I do love you, just not in the way I used to. Serene is-” I wince at her name.

“She’s different.” I laugh, a sad manic laugh.

“Different, huh? OK.” I say rolling my eyes.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I’m sorry you had to find out this way. I’m sorry yo-”

I put up my hand and say. “Spare me, Namjoon. I don’t need you’re halfass apologes. I don’t need pity. You don’t love me anymore, I get it. But since I still love you, let me give you some advice. When you fall out of love with Serene ad find someone different, have the balls to break up with her before you stick it.”

I slam Namjoon’s apartment door on the way out, muttering “Have a nice life,” on the way out. It’s the worst day of my life but I know that somehow it’ll be for the best.

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Double Agent Vader Fic: Shape-Changer

*casually drops in after a week’s absence with surprise fic*

So I didn’t think I would ever write the beginning of Vader’s double agent career, but marajadesbutt sent me an ask about what Anakin’s initial motivation for turning double agent was, and to my surprise, fic happened.

I pondered a lot of different ways all of this could have started, but ultimately, Anakin rebuilds himself in the image of the survival narratives of Tatooine slavery. So it seemed fitting that everything should begin with a story.

(Also ftr I’m going with the idea that Palpatine actually drained Padmé’s life force to keep Anakin alive, since imo that makes the most sense of how Palpatine knows that she’s dead at all.)

His Master liked to say that Vader was born in fire on Mustafar. But Ekkreth was born in the desert.

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Shape-Changer

Tatooine hadn’t changed.

The suns still blazed, and the heat still beat down, and the sand still got everywhere. That last, especially, was true. Vader could feel it grinding against his metal bones.

He didn’t feel the heat anymore, not within this climate controlled life support suit. And he didn’t feel the burning of the suns, either, or need to shield his eyes against the light or his skin against the biting wind. But he still felt the sand. That would never change.

He almost welcomed it.

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Closer - The Chainsmokers

You and Dean haven’t seen each other in four years. Things escalate rather quickly in that hotel bar.


  • Dean Winchester x Reader
  • 1322 Words
  • No real warnings, just cursing (though I’m thinking I’ll do a smutty version soon)

Dean downed that fifth glass of whiskey like it was nothing and pushed the empty bottle further away from him. He knew damn well that he didn’t need any more, he was already losing it, growing a little wobbly as he sat on the stool. Yet somehow, Dean always kept his cool as he sat there, staring at any woman that came through those doors.

“More?” The bartender walks over, her long hair pulled back out of her face. Dean is watching her, but he’s aware that she’d never say yes. She wasn’t his type, and he wasn’t hers. She was too cutesy with her little bun on top of her head, her baby pink lips to match her baby pink top. He didn’t think she would be satisfying enough.

He placed two fingers on his empty glass and gave her a slight nod with a wink.

“Uh, excuse me? Stop flirting with your damn customers and give me my whiskey I ordered two minutes ago.” A familiar voice drifted around Dean like a song, like his favorite song in the middle of the night, during a long ass drive around the country, his partner at his side.

He looked over as the bartender quickly scurried off and filled the woman’s drink up, sliding it over with an apologetic smile appearing on her lips, though Dean knew she didn’t mean it. She didn’t seem to care for the girls in here, only the men.

Dean’s heart leaped out of his chest and he blinked several times just to make sure this wasn’t the whiskey messing with him—it wasn’t. It was really you, the one who got away. The one that stole his heart every time he saw you, that made his life complete. The day you left, that was the day part of Dean Winchester died. He was never the same again, not really.

Without much though behind his actions, Dean rose to his feet, steadying himself with the bar before he took off, weaving through the people before he finally caught sight of you again. You in that pretty, tight dress, it reminded him of the night you left. The night you two had a huge disagreement.

“Y/N…” Dean breathed.

You turn around, knowing exactly who that voice belonged to, though  not believing it at first. What were the chances that you would run into him in a hotel bar? A hotel that you couldn’t picture a Winchester in—let alone Dean Winchester.

He looks just as good, if not better, than that last day you say him. His scruff was a little bit scruffier and his hair was longer, like he forgot to cut it last month. Dean always insisted on cutting his own hair, shaving most of it off so he never had to worry about it. Sometimes you would help—sometimes.

“Dean?” Was all you managed to spill as Dean looked you over, almost inspecting you, making sure you were still….you. “What…”

“Case.” Dean replied before you could get the words out. “There’s a case and I followed it here.”

“What’s it been, Dean?” You shook your head, letting your hair flow behind you. “Four years…?” It was shocking to the both of you. The years flew by super quick and here you were, back in each other’s lives. Back then, you were both so young, so naive.

Dean pursed his lips and tilted his head back and forth, getting a little lost in the memory. “Exactly four years, Y/N.”

“Wow. You haven’t aged.” You teased and took a sip of that whiskey you had been craving all day. Life without the Winchester’s was hard and you slowly started to appreciate those years with Sam and Dean, cruising in the Impala, singing along to Queen and Led Zeppelin.

Chuckling, Dean lazily shrugged his shoulder and scanned your body once more with those gorgeous green eyes. You cursed yourself silently for leaving him. As a matter of fact, you could hardly remember the reason. “I’m too awesome to age.”

Your smile grew. He was still Dean. There was something off, that was for sure, but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t fix right up. All he needed was a little attention. “You are one of a kind, Dean.”

“As are you.” He extended his hand for yours, though you hesitate to take it, he noticed and let his hand fall back at his side, limp and embarrassed. “Sorry…”

“No, I’m sorry. Risky business taking a guy’s hand, especially when he looks like… well.” You give Dean a cheeky smile before turning and taking a long drink of your whiskey.

A whistle escapes Dean’s lips. “Is that a tattoo?” He asked.

Your face flushed crimson and you tried to hide the little tattoo peeking out of your shirt. “I was high off adrenaline….”

“I wanna see.” He argued. “C’mon. All tattoos are sexy as hell. Lemme see.”

With a sigh, you turn your shoulder and let him see the design you had marked on you forever as a reminder of bad choices in your life. Although you found you actually enjoyed having it on your skin.

A light touch, that’s all Dean allowed himself. He drew the outline as gently as he could with the tip of his finger, feeling your soft skin against his. It was pure bliss.

“Why don’t we get out of here?” You encouraged and left a little bit of cash on the counter for the drink, hoping that was enough for a tip. You grabbed his hand and pulled him to the door with you, looking forward to seeing that old baby girl of Dean’s.

“Where’s yours?” Dean asked suddenly as he wrapped his long, muscle-clad arm around you.

You blushed, unable to tell the man you didn’t have a car of your own. It was a loan from a friend and you promised to give it back just the way it was taken. You just had to pay off your apartment and hint an actual job first. “Doesn’t matter. Yours is better.”

Baby sat in the middle of the parking lot, shinning brighter than any of the new Mustangs and Jaguars. The Impala was kept clean, always had been, always will be. Dean cherished that car more than anything else in the world and if anything happened to her, he fixed her right up. You always loved his relationship with his car, you felt slightly jealous.

It was a silent agreement between you and Dean. Before anything else was said, he had opened the back seat door for you and helped you lay down inside. He skilfully slipped inside, shutting the door behind him. Neither of you seemed to care that you were in the middle of a motel parking lot. It was close to three in the morning and it was almost doubtful that anyone would come out to their cars this early.

His hands felt amazing as they travelled down your arm, becoming familiar with your feel again after so many years. It was clear you missed each other.

Dean crashed his lips into yours and touched the back of your shoulder once again, rubbing exactly where it was placed with his thumb and pressing his body against yours, sending you into another time with a bed and a motel room.

“Is this….” Dean breathed when he pulled back and looked at you, a little worry flashing across his face as he slowly slid his tongue across his lips, leaving them nice and wet and plump.

“It is.” You answered and pulled his shirt off with a talent, all in one pull. Dean loved that about you, loved that you were able to swiftly undress him as he struggled against your dress zipper—in most cases it was the bra. He fumbled with the hooks for the longest, ever one looking completely different than the last. “Keep me close, Dean.” You purred.