i just thought i should make this because he's perfect and this seems like something that i could use as an everyday saying

Muse || Peter Parker

Prompt - Y/N is an artist who tends to find inspiration in others, as in she draws other people, and she draws Peter the most. He sees one of her drawings of him and asks her about it. FLUFFY!

Warning - none. 

A/N: haven’t written anything in awhile and this might be a little short. Besides, I was getting bored. I am also in the midst of writing some smutty sin, so you can look forward to that. 

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Originally posted by gryffinclaw-in-wilde-times

She was a creative person, incredibly above average when it came to expressing her imagination. Her art was aesthetically pleasing to the eye, those who saw it wondered how a girl of such a young age could possibly make something so realistic. She had a talent for capturing the person’s essence in every drawing, or portrait to be more specific.

She drew everyone, whether they noticed it or not. 

But there was one person who she absolutely loved to draw.

That person was Peter Parker. 

The boy in the layered sweaters and graphic t-shirts. 

She adored that boy’s physique because to her drawing him came like second nature. In her drawings, his fluffy brown hair would be perfectly styled, his clothes exactly the way he had them; disheveled. 

But there had been one day when he had been late to school. He walked into their shared class, his hair tousled, his clothes in disarray. He had ran his hand through his wild morning hair in an attempt to tame it, and at that moment Y/N had already pulled out her sketchbook to draw his rugged appearance that captivated her so much. 

She watched him for the duration of the class period to get his features perfect. Nobody noticed her watching him, it was a normal sight to see her staring at someone. Everyone knew that she was an artist and that she drew anyone that captured her eye, some people took it as a compliment, others didn’t. 

She loved that drawing, she was proud of it. 

Everyday she drew someone new, and among those new drawings was always an even better drawing of Peter. 

In the beginning, when she first started drawing him she barely knew his name, she was just intrigued by his noticeable Star Wars t-shirt. But then as time went on, she became more infatuated with the young genius. 

She tried talking to him but the moment she caught a glimpse of those chocolate brown eyes, her face would become warm and her eyes were immediately back on her sketchbook. He was her muse. 

She found comfort in sketching his cheekbones, his jawline, his nose, his beautiful hair. It enraptured her. 

She was in her last class of the day, off to the side in the last row of desks. Peter sat directly to her left.

She had already finished her classwork so she pulled out her almost completed sketchbook and opened it to an empty page, her pencils were already laid out waiting for her to use them. 

She didn’t really mind if he noticed her drawing him, maybe he’d want to talk to her about it and then she’d actually be able to talk to him without being a shy idiot about it. 

She began with the outline of his face. She had done these steps so many times that she could probably do them in her sleep. 

She continued to sketch him, but she was so engrossed in her drawing that she didn’t notice Peter’s eyes flickering to her paper. He recognized the face as his own and his eyebrows furrowed together. 

She’s drawing me. She’s actually drawing me,’ he thought. 

A ghostly grin etches its way onto his face as he watches her, the pencil running over the paper, her index finger smudging the graphite for the appropriate shading, her bottom lip in between her teeth in concentration. 

He noticed that she didn’t even need to glance at him to complete her drawing. Unknown to him, but she had his face permanently etched into her brain. 

The bell rang signaling that it was finally time for the poor students to go home. Y/N packed up her stuff but carried her sketchbook in her arms. 

As the students began to excitedly file out of the room, Peter followed behind Y/N to try and talk to her. 

Y/N liked to take her time when she left school because she didn’t really like being in a crowded subway surrounded by tons of people, downside to living in New York. She walked slowly as she let her beat-up converse hit the newly polished school floors. 

Peter tapped her shoulder making her turn around. When she saw that familiar face looking down at her with a gentle grin, her heart fluttered. 

“Hey,” she said trying to make it seem like she wasn’t dying to run her fingers through his fluffy hair. 

“Uh hi, I’m-uh, I’m Peter,” he managed to say, she smiled at his nervousness. 

“Yeah, I know. You’re in most of my classes, you’re not invisible,” she clutches her sketchbook tightly in her arms. 

He’s talking to me. He’s actually talking to me,’ she thought.

He blushed cherry red, “I um, I noticed you drawing me during class and I-” she wanted to let him finish but she had to ask. 

“I didn’t make you uncomfortable, did I?” She asked, he shook his head vigorously.

“No! No, you didn’t make me uncomfortable. I just know that you draw everyone and I was curious as to why you were drawing me,” he explains.

“Because you’re beautiful,” she blurts out without processing the words as they left her mouth. 

Peter’s grin then turns into a full blown smile, cheeks blazing red. 

Y/N knew that she should feel embarrassed about what she had just said to the object of her artistic affection, but she wasn’t embarrassed. 

“You think I’m…beautiful?” He couldn’t stop smiling, his cheeks were hurting from how hard he was smiling but he couldn’t help it. 

A gorgeous and talented girl had just called him beautiful.

“Yeah. You’re my muse, my inspiration,” she wished she would just stop talking, but she had already started so there was no point in stopping.

“I know it’s a bit awkward but I-I draw you all the time, I find your features…fascinating,” she tells him, he chuckles. 

“Well maybe we could hang out sometime and you can draw me as much as you’d like,” he offers awkwardly sliding his hands into his pockets, she hides her absolute joy by looking down at her sneakers as her cheeks turn a bright red. 

“Um yeah, yeah I’d like that,” she accepts.

“Great.”

They leave the school together and he walks her home only for her to insist that he stay so she could take him up on his offer of making another portrait of him. He accepted, but this time it wasn’t a drawing…it was a painting. 

He flipped through the pages of her sketchbook as she prepared the materials that she needed for the painting. 

“Don’t you ever get tired of drawing me? I mean, I’m nothing special.”

She laughs, “Not at all, like I said…you’re my muse.”

.

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A/N: I hope this was satisfying enough. I’ll probably be posting another fic this week because I’m having lots of inspiration. <3 

kekerockinrobin  asked:

Can I request a smut based off song Who Do You Love by Mariana's Trench where you & yoongi starts off as enemies for some reason when he's really in love with you & one day you two are left along for the day & you have a fight leading to sexy time

This was quite interesting to write since I’ve never written something with this type of plot line, so I hope you enjoy!~
- Devi ^_-

[WARNING: Explicit Content]

who do you love? {smut/angst}

Word Count: 3741


At some point in our lives, we all come across at least one person whom we cannot stand, and for what reason? That’s what’s unknown. See, our instincts are more capable than our minds seem to let us believe, and sometimes said instincts just KNOW when there’s something about someone that’s offputting even if your mind cannot rationalize it. Some people just make us angry simply for existing, without really transgressing against us. There was one in your life too. His name was Min Yoongi. 

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2nd survey statements!

Took awhile, but…here are the statements! Once again, they are organized by type for your convenience. Enjoy!

*Also, I just wanted to say thanks to everyone who participated in the survey. I was really happy with everyone’s responses, and it just goes to show how annoying MBTI stereotypes can be.

INFP

~Having intense emotions does not make us irrational crybabies. It does, however, make us highly analytical of everyone around us. Also, Fi is not necessarily selfish! Stop assuming we only care about our own feelings, because that is just so not true. In fact, Fi actually allows us to understand and analyze the emotions of others on a deep level since we’ve done it so many times to ourselves. We are not selfish - we just internalize our emotions!

~INFPs are always represented as really open minded and kind, but a lot of most of my INFP friends (and I have a lot) are some of the most judgemental people I know (I’m so sorry for being salty!!)

~We’re not really as soft and fluffy as many think we are

~I’m an INFP, and we’re often types as pathetic, whiney sad sacks. That may be true for some, but not all. I am a cheerful person, and people often say I’m quite funny! Enough with the puddle of tears already!

~INFPs are represented as creative types, but many INFPs find their strengths in the art of academics.

~I Ann an INFP and I wish people wouldn’t think we’re just selfish. Yes, staying true to our values is extremely important to us and we must frequently check in with ourselves but I also love to give and encourage self honesty and introspection with others. Also the weak stereotype thing upsets me sometimes don’t get me wrong I don’t enjoy fighting one bit but if it’s out of defense whether it’s someone I love or a barrier I have I’ll fight til the end.

~INFP-good at planning; can be pretty outgoing

~Infps don’t cry all the time! We are often consider weak but we are not. What makes infps so strong is their ability to be idealistic, focus on the brightside, no matter what traumatic things they have been through or selfish people they have seen. Also they have the ability to make logical decisions based off of moral codes.

~We aren’t doormats nor unable to be organised

~This emo/crybaby trope is getting old. Yes, we have emotions. No, we don’t cry every time we see a dead ladybug, nor do we moan about how lonely we are 24/7. 

ENFP

~I like making people happy because I can’t seem to make myself happy. I figure the best I can do is make others feel good so they don’t ever feel the emptiness I feel sometimes.

~I like making people happy because I can’t seem to make myself happy. I figure the best I can do is make others feel good so they don’t ever feel the emptiness I feel sometimes.

~Just because we act ‘childish’ doesn’t mean we’re 'stupid’ or 'naive’

~I think that enfp is often misrepresented as 'dumb but sweet’. I have many enfp friends who are very smart, and quick thinkers. The intp stereotype of being a robot is pretty easy to recognize as false, but we (and entps) aren’t ALWAYS making puns or ALWAYS forgetful and disorganized. Yes it is true we can be oftentimes but pretty much all types are just generalized.

~ENFP (my type): often displayed as lovey dovey cuddly types that are very scatterbrained and directionless. However, while we’re enthusiastic, vibrant, and have great people skills, we struggle revealing our own emotions and can be very private about things. In addition, we’re not always cheery- many can appear a little more cold and aloof but still retain that “magnetic” quality ENFPs have.

~I’m an ENFP and what I’d like others to understand about our type is that when we put out minds to something we are the most driven people you’ve ever seen! Also, were not dumb… that’s a common one, we just learn a little differently.

~I think ENFP are extremely empathetic to a fault, in danger often because of it, way more introverted then they are that to be obviously still extroverted though, and vastly more intuitive and intelligent, and absolute at inauthenticity of any kind

INFJ

~Every type has their own unique set of strengths and weaknesses, but INFJs tend to be broadcast as perfect.

~just because an infj doesn’t always easily let people in doesn’t mean they don’t want to with all their might

~I’m an infj, I think often my type is misrepresented as very openly emotional. While that can be on occasion, it is more characteristic of, say, the infp. Most infjs aren’t in tune with their own emotions and we can be emotionally immature because of this. Thanks for reading!

~In terms of INFJ I feel like people think we care so much and on some level we do but often I’m just exhausted and being nice for the sake of it/because I don’t know anything else, not because I enjoy it.

~I think infjs are given a bad wrap. Theyre talked about as if they are all unhealthy or completely negative and stuck in their ways and are portrayed to be unable to hold down a friendship. This is of course completely off and many/most infjs are some of the most kindhearted understanding people around.

~INFJ. I want people to understand that I just can’t live just for my self cause I care more about other people.

~I am an infj, and everything that I read and see about my type always mentions how much we care about other people and their feelings/problems. We are seen as one of the more empathetic types probably because of higher Fe. While this conclusion might make sense in theory, I think that Ni gets in the way of that pretty often. People need to remember that the cognitive functions work with each other, not independently meaning my Fe might not work the same way as someone with dominant Fe (enfj or esfj). Even if their Fe is auxiliary like mine, their dominant function might cause its manifestation to be quite different. Naturally, I have not met many other infjs in person, but I do have one really close friend who shares my type. He agrees with this statement that we are not all that overtly caring individuals. Rather, we have come to a conclusion that Fe tends to give our Ni some data to work with. It’s funny, the definition of empathy is that you can easily understand and feel what others are feeling, but this somehow happens in an extremely detatched manor. For example, I find it exceedingly easy to read people and know what they are feeling, how they will react, what’s bothering them, etc. However, I don’t actually care all that often. It’s a phenomenon that my infj friend and I constantly kind of joke about. I realize of course that this could simply be an isolated case where two infjs just happen to use their functions in this way, but I thought it was worth mentioning. What I said earlier about functions working together is very important though. Everything is relative, there is no isolation, there are no coincidences.

ENFJ

~I am an enfj and isrespect of myself and others is just something that poses my buttons as well as other enfjs i know. I would also like people o know that enfjs are cabab l e if being manipulative but at least for me in terrified of being manipulative as it would hurt people and be selfish. Which i think is an interesting contrast between the dark and light of an enfj

~my type is enfj, and the biggest stereotype for us is that we just don’t get nervous about publicly speaking or socializing at all. We’re just care free and social, which is true, but people don’t realize that we do in fact get nervous. Its human.

~This may just be me but as an ENFJ, I see a lot of 'motherly instinct’ posts despite having no interest in children or really any such instincts??

~ENFJ-usually only represented as a mom friend always trying to take care of people. ENFJs have huge dreams and personalities. No one seems to talk about that side of us. Maybe because if you’re not close enough to an ENFJ you may not realize this, but it seems like it should be represented more.

INTJ

~we are fun and we have emotions and we’re not just sarcastic little hermits! :)

~I’m an INTJ, and people always associate coldness and sassiness on this type. In fact, INTJs can be in touch with their feelings, since Fi is third in their cognitive functions stack. If an INTJ believe that it’s okay to be nice to other people (due to Fi) they can act as an INFJ in the eyes of others. I just want to conclude that not all INTJs are acting stereotypically, sometimes they just have another well-developed functions that makes them act differently based on their stereotypes.

~Please don’t think all INTJs are cringy ass edgelords who talk like Marvel villains.

~INTJs are said to be extreme neat-freaks, but most of the INTJs I know are actually pretty messy (but I don’t mind!)

~INTJs are extremely loyal, caring and committed towards those they love and respect. They don´t always know how to show it but their love runs deep and if you violate that love it hurts them like hell.

~INTJ - I’m not always shut off and reserved. i have my social and loud moments, even with strangers (just not on a deep level)

~Hey ! First of all, English isn’t my native language, so I apologize if I make some mistakes. So, let’s start. I’m an INTJ woman, and I praise everyday people to understand that before being an INTJ, I’m human… I have emotions ! I can cry, scream, love people around me… There is so many clichés about MBTI types, not only mine (cause ENTJ aren’t dictators, ESFp aren’t labradors, IFP aren’t crying babies…). Please, stop clichés ! (Preach!)

~INTJ-We actually have feelings! We’re not on a Vulcan level or even Spock, even though we don’t always show it (or choose to show it) we do actually feel very deeply.

~As an INTJ, I think people often forget our sensitive, creative side. INTJs are not cold robots! We love our friends and family, and often times are very interested in the arts.

ENTJ

~I’m an ENTJ,and most of the times people find me extremely arrogant and rude. They feel scared of talking to me and feel like I’m an asshole. I’m just as good as any other person.ENTJ people are not always rude and arrogant unless and until you irritate them with your lethargy

~ENTJs are often represented as emotionless. This is untrue. Everyone has emotions; it’s the way we handle them that matters. As an ENTJ, it is most important to me to be able to discern when revealing my emotion works to my advantage or disadvantage. So yes, if I see it as useful, I do reveal what I’m feeling.

~Not all ENTJs are overly aggressive, inconsiderate of others’ feelings, and immoral.

~Everyone assumes we are cold hearted, money-making-maniacs, with no feelings. On the contrary we do have feelings, lots of the, we just are bad at showing them! We also are very bad at taking emotional clues and can be very upfront. Sorry if we offend you!!

INTP

~I feel like most people think INTP’s enjoy math and science. It’s a common pattern with our type, but quite honestly, I’m awful at math.

~I’m an INTP and I want people to understand that an important part of an INTPs personality is creativity. We’re always represented as academic, logical people with no room for creative self-expression, but this stereotype just isn’t true!

~INTP here. Much of my “intelligence” is falsified, in the sense that sometimes I’m making projected leaps without having even considered the conclusion.

~INTP: I have fairly developed Fe even though I’m an INTP. I can read people and situations and decrease stress within a group of people with a joke. I just don’t know how to respond in normal conversation or if someone needs to be comforted.

~That we are not always cold and that even though we sometimes hate people we do like to be around people we consider likeable ~INTP

~I am an INTP. I have this weird theory in my head that INTPs feel emotion as strongly as other types, if not more strongly, but we don’t know what to do with all of that non-logic business. So we do the classic INTP “bottle it up, robot” sorta thing. So then we just feel everything inwardly and don’t express it to anyone, and that’s why we give off the impression that we’re cold and impassive robots.

~INTPs so are definitely not always passive-aggressive. I get revenge swiftly.

ENTP

~I think ENTPs are misrepresented when people say they have no empathy skills, all the ENTPs I know have a very good capability of understanding others’ feelings, they just often choose to ignore this ability slightly.

~ENTP is my type. One of the only problems I have with the stereotypes of it is that we can be super great in making friends. I make maybe future friends but they are never fully my friends though it could be depending on my enneagram (6w5) but my Fe is weak and so is my Fi and Si/Se.

~ENTPs aren´t necessarily loud, annoying or always out to get people. They can be intensive when it comes to their dearest interest but in general most ENTPs are more easygoing and calm than people give them credit for.

~ENTP female : I have write this with a very heart that the dynamics of entps set tardiness responsibility organisational skills are exhausting to us; the inferior si fucks us up; and our ne might make us look chaotic but you can trust us 1000% ;we might not set in your box now and probably ever dont expect us to act maturely or be responsible and as whole dont lose hope on us

~I’m an ENTP, and I feel like Fe is either not shown at all or shown to much when describing our type.

~ENTPs are often perceived as inconsiderate and cunning. Let me tell you that they are the sweetest shits ever (wow that came out weird). They would sit by you all day as you rant about whatever and they just say some deep stuff off the top of their heads that somehow actually calms you down. it’s great :)

ISFJ

~there’s a sort of misconception that we’re pushovers/weak since we like to make decisions that will benefit others but my isfj grandmother (and me too I guess!) was one of the stubbornest, most headstrong people I’ve ever known when it came to her morals and her loved ones.

ESFJ

~ESFJ are often represented as shallow and petty. As an ESFJ, I say that this is far from the truth.

ISFP

~ISFP seems to be a type that is often very heavily stereotyped. As with every stereotype, there are always some cases in which they hold true, however there are a few key stereotypes that I’d like to point out that aren’t universal. 

1) Not all ISFPs are artists. Due to their dominant Fi and auxiliary Se functions, they often express a strong appreciations for aesthetics as well as emotional depth. Because of this it’s true that art can be a great medium of self-expression for this type, allowing an aesthetic emotional outlet. However it is not the only career/hobby that can be enjoyable to this type. Feeling a strong connection to nature, they can often be found doing outdoor- or animal-related work. Surprisingly enough to some, many science-related jobs are often taken up by this type as well, such as various type of therapy, medical work, and more. It all depends on the individual and their unique interests. 

2) Not all ISFPs are rebellious. Being an introverted type, it’s not uncommon for them to be seen as lone wolves. Additionally, they are often seen as “different” and ones to separate themselves from the crowd due to an often-high sense of individualism. However, a very common trait demonstrated by this type that may contradict said stereotype is a strong desire to avoid conflict. If the desire to rebel against “the system” or someone important to them creates too much upset, it may be overridden by their will to keep the peace. Again, it depends on the individual. 

3) Not all ISFPs are obsessed with their appearance. Referring back to their aesthetic appreciation, looking their best can be an appealing and/or satisfying means of self-expression for this type. Being perceivers, however, they tend to live in the moment and prefer to do what “feels right” at the time, so if they don’t feel like putting in the extra effort to give their appearance that refined edge, they simply won’t do it. Not feeling the need to blend in with the crowd, they may not place a whole lot of emphasis on what others think of them and their appearance, knowing their opinion of themselves matters more, as does their rich inner life (which is not simply exclusive to intuitives, another common stereotype/misunderstanding). *These are solely my own observations and opinions, and are not by any means fact. Additionally, they are all variable and dependent on the individual, NOT universal to all ISFPs. That’s all, and sorry this was so long!

~I feel ISFPs are grossly misrepresented and confined to a more limited stereotypes than the other types. Too often they are confused with ISFJs or INFPs. For example, the typical “artist” trope got old a long time ago, I wish people would expand their perspective of what art really is and how an ISFP expresses it. Also, there is a common generalized notion that ISFPs are some hopeless romantics which I believe is false. The idea of spending our time dreaming of an “other half” to find is so counter intuitive to how fiercely independent ISFPs are. I could go on more but this submission format is weird on my phone.

~I’m an ISFP, and just because I have Fi as my dominant function, that doesn’t mean I go wild everytime someone supposedly tramples on my morals. It depends on the individual, since no Fi user probably thinks the same. (Fi, right?!) We actually are capable of sympathizing with what others have to say, to take time and listen to other’s point of view, and not impose ours on them. Meanwhile in the case of an ISFP’s emotional intensity, the very term doesn’t necessarily mean that all we do is make art and cry. We actually use them to be in tune with the world. It is a function we are very comfortable with, just like how an INTP uses his Ti to form theories and an INTJ uses her Ni to plan ahead.

ESFP

~Im an esfp and i cant tolerate the bad words to me.I could be rly shy in some situation or some groups.Im very sensitive.

~Se-heavy types aren’t the brawn to intuitives’ brains - it’s a really harmful stereotype. Most people drawn to MBTI are academic types and to imply that sensors’ value does not lie in their intellect isn’t just harmful but stupid. Se and Si are both important parts of cognition.

~I’m an ENFP and while I’m incredibly independent I really do need help sometimes. Just don’t push us. But we do love help, just not when it’s being implied as 'We can’t do it’

ISTJ

~An ISTJ I know is one of the most goofy and easygoing person I´ve ever met. They´re a pleasure to be around, they can maintain an intelligent conversation about any subject and they´re extremely handy too.

ESTJ

~as an ESTJ I understand that I an close minded and very sensible but I don’t like it when people expect me to be that way. I like to have fun and talk about weird situations too but there is a time and a place

ESTP

~ESTPs are probably the most street smart people but there are also ESTPs who are extremely smart and knowledgable academically speaking. They seem to know how to succeed and get ahead, and most importantly, how to do so while living life to the fullest.

~ESTPs are much more intelligent than stereotypes imply

~Se-heavy types aren’t the brawn to intuitives’ brains - it’s a really harmful stereotype. Most people drawn to MBTI are academic types and to imply that sensors’ value does not lie in their intellect isn’t just harmful but stupid. Se and Si are both important parts of cognition.

Bonus: Enneagram Type 7

~Enneagram 7 is not a permanently happy dumb party animal who wouldn’t know what to do with a book. Firstly, 7 is a thinking type (567). Although 7s are undeniably the least stereotypically intellectual head type, we’re still thinkers! Some 7s (784s in particular) are often negative and introspective, competing with 584s for the darkest type (7s have a dark inner world). I think Naranjo was close: the 7 is a bullshit artist, not a party animal (more sx/so 8w7-6w7-2w3). 7s are very strong extroverts, but theoretical and often ENxP, rather than ESxP (more often 8w7).

Perfect

Originally posted by harrystolemyheart

i randomly got inspired to write this, and i’m pretty proud of how it turned out
i hope you enjoy x


Perfect.

That’s the word everyone used to describe Harry and I’s relationship. And, to be honest, I agreed. Ever since we met, Harry and I just clicked, and we were always by each other’s side. We were inseparable after being friends for three weeks. And then a few years went by, and we had grown up together. And the feelings we had towards one another started showing, no matter how hard we tried to hold them in. Then, one night, Harry and I were walking around after having dinner with some friends, and rain started pouring down from the sky. Soaked, we got in Harry’s car and went back to his place. I showered and he gave me a change of clothes, him showering and changing after I had. We ate our leftovers and watched movies, not realizing how late it was because time had gotten away from us, as it did often when we hung out.

“Is it really almost four in the morning?” Harry looked at his phone screen in surprise.

My eyes got wide. “Holy shit, where did the time go?”

“I know, right?” He chuckled. “I swore it felt like it was maybe one or one thirty.”

I sighed, realizing I had my head on Harry’s shoulder, his arm around me. Had we been like this the entire time? I looked up at him and he was already looking at me, a smile on his face.

“What'cha smiling at?” I sing-songed.

He laughed. “You.”

I laughed lightly. “Why?”

He hesitated, then exhaled. “Would you think I was mad if I told you I was in love with you?”

I looked at him in shock, a smile appearing on my face. “No, because I’m in love with you too.”

He grinned, then leaned in and kissed me. Do you know what the only word that could describe that moment was? Perfect.

Two and a half years later, we were a few months away from celebrating our third anniversary, and Harry was acting strange. I didn’t know why, and it concerned me. Selena came over and I vented to her, crying and worrying that Harry was going to leave me or something. She consoled me, saying that Harry would never break my heart. That he loved me way too much to ever leave me. And after she left, Harry. came home. I was in our room, so I walked out to the living room, anxious to ask him why he wasn’t acting like himself. But when I got to the living room, I saw Harry crouched on the floor, his back to me.

“Hey, babe?” I said nervously.

He turned around, smiling as he held a golden retriever puppy with a bow on its light blue collar.

“Yes, love?” He grinned.

I gasped, walking over to him and petting the dog. “Harry, you did not,”

“Yes, I did,” He nodded. “You’ve always said you wanted a puppy, so I decided to get you one.”

I smiled, tearing up. “You’re the sweetest, you know that?”

“I like to think so,” He chuckled. “What do you want to name him?”

I thought for a moment. “Hm… how about Rain? But like, maybe with an e on the end?”

“Why Raine?” He asked.

“Because, if it didn’t rain that one night, I would’ve just went home instead of coming here. And you probably wouldn’t have told me how you felt about me until much later.” I explained. “I guess you could say we wouldn’t have gotten together so soon if it wasn’t for the rain.

He beamed. “Ah, I guess you’re right. Raine is the perfect name for this little guy.”

  
After that moment, things continued to be how they always were. Everyone swore that by the time our anniversary came that Harry would propose to me. And though I’d laugh it off, I wanted that more than anything. I wanted our perfect relationship to become a perfect marriage. And I thought Harry did too.

But, when we had but only a month and a half left until we’d celebrate being together for three years, Harry started acting weird again. Instead of acknowledging the uneasy feeling I had, I just chalked it up to everyone’s suspicions being true. That he was going to propose. One night, Niall and Harry suggested that Selena and I have a girls’ day, and we’d get dinner together that night. Though we were suspicious, we went along with it. Many times throughout the day, Selena swore that when we came home that Niall would have some kind of excuse for her and him to leave, and Harry would propose to me. And, again, I really hoped that was the case. Then, when we still had a couple hours until we’d be on our way back, Niall called Selena. He said that there was a change of plans, that Harry wasn’t feeling well and that he would be at home waiting for Selena. So we left fifteen minutes after the call, Selena going home to Niall and me going home to Harry. At least, that’s what I thought. I came home to an empty house, Raine greeting me when I came in. I pet him, then looked around the house to see if Harry was really gone, and if he had left a note. But he was no where to be found, and he didn’t leave a note. I called him many times, him ignoring every single one. I texted him, saying that it was so unlike him to be this way and we needed to talk as soon as possible. I checked every five minutes to see if he had read it, but he didn’t read it at all.

  
Harry didn’t come home that night.

  
The next morning, I woke up to tons of notifications. Before I could even go through them, Selena called me.

“Hello?” I answered.

“(Y/n), have you seen or heard anything?” Selena asked me.

“No?” I said, confused. “I literally just woke up.”

She sighed. “I guess I’ll be the bearer of bad news. There are pictures everywhere of Harry leaving The Nice Guy with Nikita.”

I felt like my heart had stopped. Harry wasn’t home last night because he was with his ex. And he didn’t come home, which meant he stayed with her. I almost got sick at the thought of what probably happened. Tears flowed from my eyes as I sobbed, the hardest I’d cried in the longest time.

“How did this happen?” I wept.

“I don’t know, babe,” Selena said sadly. “But I think the best thing for you to do is to just come stay with Niall and I for a while. You know, so you can get some space and think about things.”

I nodded, though I knew she couldn’t see me. “You’re right, I’ll pack some stuff and come over there.”

“Alright,” She sighed again. “Drive safe, love you.”

“Thanks, love you too.” I said quietly.

I got up, brushing my teeth and getting ready. I finished packing, and before I could get my things and go, I heard the front door open and close. Raine, who was laying on the bed next to my bags, ran to see who it was. I already knew who it was, and anger boiled within me. I walked out there, seeing a very tired and sad looking Harry. I crossed my arms, glaring at him.

He looked up at me, petting Raine. “What’s going on?”

“You know damn well what’s going on.” I said, growing more furious by the second. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

He stood there, realizing I knew what he had done. He didn’t speak.

I laughed sarcastically. “Of course you don’t. So, you go from promising dinner to our friends and I, to not coming home last night? What the hell is wrong with you?!”

He looked down, still not speaking, so I continued.

“Not only did you not come home, you went out with your ex and then went home with her! When you had your fucking girlfriend at home waiting for you! What kind of twisted fuck does that?!”

After an agonizing silence, he spoke up. “I’m so sorry, love. I–”

“Don’t,” I spat. “You don’t get to call me that anymore.”

He looked me in the eye for the first time during our conversation. “What are you saying?”

“Do you expect me to stay with you after what you did?” I scoffed. “Harry, everyone knows about what happened, it’s all over social media and it’s on tv. Everyone knows you’re a cheating prick. Why the hell should I stay with you?!”

He looked away again, shrugging. “I guess I don’t expect you to.”

It got quiet once again, and I decided to ask something I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer to.

“Why’d you do it? Why would you do this to me? To us? We were perfect, Harry.”

He hesitated. “I-I don’t know, (y/n).”

I stared at him in disbelief. “You don’t know? You cheated on me, throwing almost three years down the drain, and you don’t know why you did it?!”

He didn’t say anything.

“Wow,” I laughed sadly. “Well, Raine and I are leaving. We’ll talk when you figure out what your reason for fucking our relationship up is.”

  

  
It had been a week since I left Harry. Niall and Selena were nice enough to allow Raine and I to stay with them until I finalized everything with the real estate agent that was helping me find a new place. Of course, like everything else, the media was talking about it. How ‘award winning singer-songwriter (y/f/n) (y/l/n) left her boyfriend of three years and former One Direction member Harry Styles, and is getting her own place after he cheated on her’. The thing was, we didn’t even make it to three years. We were two months away, eight weeks from another anniversary. And just like that, it was ruined.

At first, I wondered if it was something I did. But then came to the realization that I had been the best girlfriend I could’ve possibly been to Harry. I gave him my all, my everything. I didn’t do anything to deserve what he did. So, that meant it was him. I wasn’t sure what, but he did what he did because of something that was going on with him. And that gave me a small bit of relief. My heart was still in a million different pieces, but it helped knowing I did absolutely nothing wrong.

Selena, Raine, and I sat in the living room, when the door opened and shut. Niall came into the room and he had Louis with him.

Niall sat next to Selena, and Louis next to him. Raine perked up when he saw them, his tail wagging. He was such a lovable dog, and it wasn’t as little as he used to be. When he sat, he came to a little above my knee, and it seemed like he grew more and more everyday. He got down from his spot next to me on the couch and sat between Louis and Niall, both of them petting him and grinning.


Niall sighed, his smiling falling. “I know you probably don’t want to hear this, (y/n), but Harry’s a wreck. He refuses to do anything, and he just cries and cries…”

“Poor lad needs someone to all but force him to drink some water,” Louis snowballed, still petting Raine.

Selena chuckled. “He should be upset. Do you remember how she cried herself to sleep up until the night before last? How I had to make sure she drank and ate something. He should be devastated, he brought this on himself. And honestly, I don’t feel bad for him. And you feel the exact same way, right, (y/n)?”

I went to answer her, but I couldn’t. I should be glad Harry wasn’t happy right now. But I wasn’t. I felt guilty, though I knew that I shouldn’t. I couldn’t bring myself to feel okay with this, and all I could think about is how I needed to go see him.

  

 
The next day, I showed up at the place that Harry and I shared just a week ago. I knocked on the door, then waited. Eventually it opened, a very surprised Harry appearing on the other side of it.

“W-What are you doing here,” He stammered, his voice raspy. His hair was a mess and his eyes were red, his cheeks tear stained. He looked like a mess.

“Can we talk?” I exhaled.

He hesitated, then opened the door, allowing me in.

We sat in the living room on separate couches. Silence filled the room, and I swore I’d probably be able to hear a pin drop.

After a while, Harry exhaled. “For a while, I’ve had this… feeling. And, I couldn’t quite place it at first. But eventually, I realized what it was. I realized… I didn’t deserve you. As much as I tried to just push it away, I couldn’t. And it got really bad, so I did something stupid. I tried to drink it away. I drank so much, and the next thing I knew I woke up next to Nikita. I swear to you, (y/n), it wasn’t my intention to hurt you. I never thought I’d ever hurt you.”

I exhaled, letting go of the breath I was holding in. “I felt like I didn’t deserve you, but I never went as far as drinking it away or cheating on you. Instead, I realized how blessed I was to call you mine, and I appreciated every single second I got with you.”

"And that’s exactly why I don’t deserve you.” Harry stared at his hands.

I scoffed. “Don’t you get it? All I’ve ever wanted was you! When I met you, I knew you’d be the man I would marry and have kids with. And now, even though we’re not together and that won’t happen, I still can’t see myself with anyone else.”

“You shouldn’t settle for me, (y/n).” He shook his head. “There’s someone much better for you out there.”

“That may be the case, but I’ll never love someone like I love you. I’ll love you forever.”

He got quiet. “I don’t know what to say…”

I scoffed again. “So you’re not going to fight for me?! You’re just going to let me go? …Pfft, you really must not love me as much as you say you do.”

“I do love you, (y/n).” He enunciated, seeing almost frustrated. “I love you with my whole damn heart… with every fiber of my being, that’s why i can’t let you try to get stuck with me. Move on, and find someone better, you deserve at least that. And I deserve the ability to say that I lost you when I swore to myself I’d never let that happen. I deserve to be humiliated, regretful, and remorseful.”

The room was silent once more. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t say anything.

“Now, go.” He said gently. “Go, be happy and take care of Raine. I want to be able to go on social media or turn on the television and see you smiling and being happy like you used to be. Before I fucked everything up.”

I sighed. “I’ll always love you, Harry.”

He smiled. “And I, you, (y/n). Always.”

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"Why are you so annoying?" With Oikawa and his s/o? Soulmate AU with the words on the wrist and those words are on s/o's wrist.

Oikawa Tooru:


Oikawa had always been a bit insecure.
He wasn’t sure if it was due to his superiority complex or being outshined by Kageyama, or what. Although he did know one thing for sure.
Those damned words on his wrist played a huge part in all of his negative feelings. From the very moment he became literate, they haunted him. “Why are you so annoying?” they read, and the word “annoying” became the bane of his existence. As much as Oikawa wanted to meet his soulmate, he didn’t want to be seen as an abomination. The person who he was to be tied to for an eternity’s first impression of him would be “annoying”. He hated that, he hated the very image of anyone he loved deeming him obnoxious. These very words were the foundation of his facade.

As years passed on Oikawa hoped and prayed that maybe, someday, he’d wake up to find that black ink washed away and replaced with something new. Everyone around him had a nice little saying printed on them. Iwaizumi’s said, “I’ve never seen you here before.”, even Hanamaki’s was a cute little message of, “God, you’re hilarious.” No matter how hard he tried to be the image of perfection, by fate, he was always to been seen as annoying. Sometimes, he realized he should be getting a lesson out of this. Not everyone was going to find him perfect at first, not everything is going to go his way. But no, he was stubborn and everyday he enhanced his mask more and more to the point where it was covered in feathers and rhinestones and diamonds alike, fanning out to the point where you couldn’t see his real face at all. It was heavy, it was weighing him down, and god he rues the day he meets his soulmate, because there’s no guaranteeing he won’t slap them for what they’ve done.

Oikawa always stays for an extra hour or two after practice. He used to stay late in the gymnasium to actually practice as intended, but now that there was nothing to train for, his only reason for staying after was so he could finally get some time alone. Once 5:30 came and all his fangirls trickled out and his team soon followed, the coach would toss him the keys, promptly asking him to “lock up when he’s done”, and would shut the heavy titanium doors behind him. The handle would click, then Oikawa would finally be alone. He got seldom alone time at his house, his parents were home a lot more recently, and of course he loved his parents, but he just couldn’t stand them lately. If they were near him, the likelyhood of getting a paper shoved in his face was high. “University of Tokyo! Oxford! Meiji! Harvard!” they’d chant, and all this talk of bills and college and tuition was driving him absolutely mad. He thought that graduating from high school would finally lift the heavy weight off his shoulders, but just the idea of that diploma was pushing him down more. He lied down in the center of the gym, the cold wooden floor a sensation on his skin. Since 95% of the student body and staff was off campus by 5:00, Oikawa always took this chance to scream. He’d inhale, tilt his head back and scream, scream until his frustration dwindled down or his lungs began to burn, whichever came first. So today, per usual, he just screamed, the booming of his voice echoing off the walls of the gymnasium. Although, before he could reach any degree of vocal climax, the heavy titanium doors clicked open. He didn’t even bother sitting up to check who had opened the door, it was either some teacher, who would dismiss his behavior, or Iwaizumi, who would lecture him about it later on. Although, it couldn’t have been either. He heard a feminine snort, then the click of the door.
“Why are you so annoying?”
Oikawa didn’t have anytime to think, the rush of being caught unsettling his nerves.
“Deprecation my dear!” He called back, waving his arms around melodramatically. He sat up to meet his confronter, who was standing still, shocked by the doors.
“Excuse me, what?”
“What?”
“Repeat what you just said to me?”
“What?”
“No the other thing!”
“Oh… Deprecation my dear?”
The girl sighed, running a hand through her hair.
“Please be joking.”
“What?” Oikawa repeated for what seemed like the twentieth time today.
“Well…” She sighed. “First of all, I would like to say fuck you for making the last eighteen years of my life a poetic hell.”
Oikawa, who had figured he had sad ‘what’ too many times today opted for cocking his head, his eyes widening when she flashed him her wrist, his heart beating faster as his eyes scanned over the words.
“Oh god…” He mumbled, looking down at his own wrist. “And you… you said… why are you so… annoying…” Oikawa took a deep breath, letting his arm fall back to his side.
“You really wanna talk about hell, missy? Couldn’t you have said ‘hey, why’re you screaming’ or ‘hey, is something wrong’ instead of this?” He forcefully shoved his wrist in her face, his every word dripped with malice. He should be happy, but god, he couldn’t help but feel enraged. “These words turned me into a maniac. These words are why I’m stuck here screaming by myself at 6:00 at night! These words are why I’m… so annoying…” His tantrum slowly decrescendoed as he looked up at her, her eyes wide and bloodshot, her fists taut at her sides.
“Well, I’m sorry. It was really all up to fate. If it were up to me I’d say something completely different but… hey, if it makes you feel any better, every literature teacher I’ve had for the past seven years has used me as an example of poetry because of the words you said.”
“That’s not as bad as depreciation.”
“In my third year of middle school we had to do a writing prompt on my wrist.” She snorted, looking down at the words. “Who would’ve guessed that it was all over some guy screaming in a gym. I thought I’d meet you as an art student in a coffee shop.”
Oikawa couldn’t help but laugh, subconsciously taking her hand into his.
“Well… I’m Oikawa Tooru… you probably already know that…”
“Ooh, narcissist, much?” She grinned, playfully. He had known her for a minute yet he was already growing on to her sarcastic nature. “Well, I’m __ __, it’s nice to finally meet you after all these years.”
“You know, __…”
“Yeah?”
“I made a promise to myself that I would slap my soulmate once I met them because of all the shit they’ve put me through.”
“Oh?”
“I don’t want to slap you, though.”
“Damn, good. You seem like you have a lot of bottled up anger, and I’d rather you scream into the void than use me as a stress ball.”
Oikawa gaped, searching for a counter argument but settling on a sigh.
“Gosh, you’re a mean one, aren’t you?”
“No, it’s just deprecation, my dear!”

Bloodlines - Part 1

A/N: Based off of the song “Heathens” by Twenty One Pilots, this will be a multichapter fic with either a lyric being a chapter title, or the headers to break down the thought process of the chapter. None of the lyrics are mine, and they are all in bold - Again, I do not claim to own them, all credit where credit is due.

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

Word Count: 2,500 (Not including lyrics.)

Warnings: None that I know of.

Beautiful people who helped me when I came to them with this crazy idea and said to run with it: @wheresthekillswitch @obsessed-withthe-hales @aworldmadeforme@life-what-life-i-dont-have-one

Coming back to Beacon Hills was supposed to be uneventful. Yet somehow, you are now stuck in the middle of two worlds you didn’t even know existed yesterday. Now between both worlds, but not belonging to either, you try to forge your own way, finding out that some ties are stronger than bloodlines.

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Not just a kids game - Destiel

It was Saturday night and after a long day of hunting, the two Winchesters sat in the bunker accompanied by a certain blue eyed Angel and his brother Gabriel.

The four close friends sat in a rather misplaced circle in the center of the living room with a bowl of popcorn begging to be eaten in the middle of them.

“You okay Cas?” Dean asked in a caring tone, it’s became a habit for Dean to look out for his best friend.

“Yeah, I’m fine Dean.” Castiel assured, gaining an eye roll from Gabriel, apparently the only one that can see how in love they are.

“Let’s do something fun, what about playing truth or dare? Spin the bottle? You know any of those mischievous teenage party games?” Gabe asked through an upcoming smirk.

“You can’t be serious?” Dean asked, eyeing him up in curiosity, unable to tell if the trickster is joking or not.

“Oh, I can assure you, I’m serious. C'mon I’ll start. Sam, truth or dare?” Gabe asked, however there wasn’t really much up for discussion, he was pretty set on playing the dumbfound game.

“Truth” Sam chose, edging closer to Gabriel as he awaited his truth.

“Always picking the easy option… Have you ever kissed a boy?” Gabe questioned through an increasing smirk and a quick bat of eyelashes causing Sam to forget what he was about to say.

“Yes” Sam returned simply, however he did look over to his brother hoping for a good expression to be laid on his face; luckily the older of the two smiled in a comforting way, letting the younger know that he was supported.

“Did you like it?” Gabe pushed.

“That’s two questions. Dean truth or dare?” Sam mumbles, still a little embarrassed and shook about him basically coming out to his brother. He didn’t so much mind about the other two, he was pretty sure they already knew.

“Dare” Dean requests confidently, with his signature defiant bitch face on.

“Sit on someone’s lap until I say you can get up, you can choose who.” Sam dares Dean, making Dean look around the room, evaluating and choosing carefully, although he knew who he was going to choose as soon as Sam dared him.

He shuffled closer to Castiel and mumbled shyly to the Angel:

“Mind if I umm?” Dean asks, cheeks reddening by the second.

“No, not at all.” Castiel gladly allowed the elder Winchester to take a seat on his lap, Dean draped his right arm around the back of Cas’ neck and the left around the front. As they shuffled around a little to get comfortable Dean thought of who he was asking next.

“My turn. Cas, truth or dare?” The boy sitting underneath Dean turned to face he who had asked the question and was now inches away from his face, pupils dilating and lust growing by the second.

“I’d like truth” He said in a polite manner. As he usually does.

“Pretty basic question but who do you like?” Dean took the chance in asking, come on what’s the worst that can happen?

“I like you all, and I like the pizza man who taught me things and I like-” The brown haired boy was cut of by his slightly amused/slightly annoyed big brother.

“No you idiot, who do you like like? Who do you love? As more than a friend.”

“I um, do I have to answer?”

“Of course you do!” Sam and Gabe instructed.

“No, Cas you don’t. Not if you don’t want to, you can just pass.” Dean softly reassures the man sitting beneath him.

“Pass” He answered calmly.

“Well whoever she is, she’s a lucky girl.” Dean stated, earning a blush from Cas and a loud burst of laughter from the other two in the room.

“How oblivious are you? He doesn’t like any girl, he never has. He isn’t into girls.” The obnoxious brother of Castiel’s spits out through muffled laughs causing Dean to look to Cas to see if this was true, he couldn’t believe he’d never realized, although some things made more sense now.

“Uh, yeah I um, it’s true.” Castiel awaited a sour look or rude comment but instead was presented with a slightly shocked but happy face, almost as if someone was pleased with the news he had just received, almost as if he was hopeful.

“Sam, truth or dare?” Castiel asked the youngest Winchester in hopes to change the topic.

“Dare”

“I dare you to kiss Gabriel.” He took this moment to get his revenge for what Gabe had just done.

The two smirked at the dare, Sam positioning himself so he could lock lips with the trickster, soon enough the two had broke the remaining distance and were softly pressing each other’s lips against the others, Gabe rolled his tongue over Sam’s begging for entrance. Sam parted his lips allowing him access causing the two to deepen the kiss and forget about the others watching.

“Get a room” Dean said sarcastically, causing everyone to look at him, however Sam and Gabriel’s weren’t as innocent of looks as Castiels. They were more glaring at him.

“Gabe, truth or dare?” Sam asked through an undeniable blush.

“Dare, is that even a question? Of course I’m going to say dare.”

“ I dare you to… Uhh, down three shots of vodka.” He said, however he wasn’t thinking straight and realised as soon as he said it that this was probably the stupidest dare in existence.

“Really Sam?” Gabriel said as he downed the shots without a problem.

“Cassie, truth or dare?” The oldest of the Pair asked.

“Truth, I know the dares you give.” Castiel reminded the four.

“I’m offended, anyway. Who’s the hottest person in the room?” Castiel turned to face the wall before shyly admitting.

“Dean” was all he said, unable to turn back to face him.

“You’re not lying” Dean smirked causing Sam and Cas to scoff.

“Dean, truth or dare?” Cas asked.

“Dare” Dean answered, smirking with his choice.

“Oh um Gabriel can you dare him, I can’t come up with good dares”

“Sure little bro, Dean i dare you to kiss Castiel for five seconds.” Gabriel said through another enormous smirk, does he have any other facial expression? The other three wondered curiously.

“Too easy, Cas you okay with that?” Dean asked Castiel, earning an unsure nod from him.

“C'mon just imagine I’m some guy you like”

“Yeah cassie, that shouldn’t be hard should it?” Gabriel teased sarcastically, aware of who his younger brother liked.

Castiel nodded in an uncertain way, glaring at his brother. Dean then changed his current position moving his legs so that he was straddling the Angel, this way he was able to kiss him.

Dean lent forward pressing their lips together, he started slow not wanting to pressure Castiel, but then felt the Angels tongue pressing on his lips, begging for entrance; this he allowed him happily. He started sub consciously moving his hands in a gentle motion, pulling at the back of the Angels hair softly causing a small moan to be released by the smallest of the two.

After what seemed like an eternity Dean pulled away, gasping for air while smiling to the boy In front of him. He got up and placed himself on the floor next to Castiel, Dean then turned to him as he heard a small sniffle. What he saw broke his heart, Cas had accidentally let tears build up in his ocean blue eyes, letting one slip just as Dean turned to look.

“I’ll be right back” Was all the Angel said before swiftly running to the bathroom and closing the door.

“Shit. Am I that bad of a kisser?” Dean said in a worried tone, before following the previous footsteps from Castiel and heading to the bathroom.

“It’s Dean, I’m coming in.” He said Before cautiously opening the bathroom door and walking in, making sure to close the door behind him.

“Was it something I did? I’m sorry, but hey I’m not that bad of a kisser right?” Dean laughed, trying to lighten the mood and cheer up the innocent boy crying in front of him.

“No, you’re not, you’re really good. But Gabriel only done that because he knew!” Castiel choked out, rubbing his cheeks trying to clear them of the tears slipping out, but it was no use as more just kept spilling.

“Knew what? Cas you’re scaring me, tell me what’s wrong.” Dean said as he shuffled closer to the Angel, taking a seat next to him and placing his hand on Castiels knee in a comforting way.

“He knows I like- I like you. In that way. In the non-platonic more than a friend sort of way, that I’d never tell you that since the day I raised you from perdition I didn’t care about my duties, my responsibility. I just cared about you, and keeping you safe. That I hate myself everyday because I know you’re not interested and will never like me. That I would literally die for you- that I’m so in love with you and I’ve never even known what love felt like till I met you, I didn’t even know emotion until I met you.” The Angel finally broke, falling into Dean’s arms.

The love confession hit Dean like a truck, Cas likes him? Cas, the beautiful innocent angel? Loves the likes of him? Dean couldn’t contain himself any longer, he was in love with Castiel, he didn’t care anymore, the sight of his Angel breaking down in his arms over him hit a fucking switch and suddenly he didn’t care about anything other than fixing him, after all, that is what Cas always done for him.

“Cas, I- I love you, I didn’t tell you because I thought I didn’t have a chance, that there was no point ruining our friendship, I’m in fucking love with you.” Dean admitted, causing the Angel to lunge forward at him with an huge, wide smile planted across his perfect face.

Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel’s neck and pressed his lips against Castiel’s, his soft, perfect lips, the feeling sent fireworks off inside the two, a weird tingling sensation in their stomach’s.

“C'mon lets go to my room.” Dean said as he pulled away from the soft kiss, already missing the feeling of the angles lips against his own. He held his hand out for Castiel to take, which he gladly took, pulling himself up.

They walked out of the bathroom hand in hand and headed towards Dean’s room.

“We’re going, uh we’re leaving, see you’s later” Dean awkwardly informed his brother and Gabriel, he made a mental note to have a small chit chat with him later, but for now, he has an angel to look after.

Dean laid down, pulling Castiel down with him and wrapping his arms around him.

“This doesn’t mean I’m gonna wear a dress.” The Winchester said, earning a kiss from Castiel along with a chuckle.

“Nobody’s asking you to. Although you do have really nice legs.” Cas said.

“Oh shut up”

The two curled up together in bed, Dean had one hand wrapped protectively around Cas’ waist and the other resting peacefully under the Angels soft, dark hair.

“G'night Cas. I love you.” Dean spoke softly.

“Love you too Dean” Cas replied through a content smile, it wasn’t as if he was actually going to sleep but he enjoyed watching how calm and innocent Dean looked in his sleep.

Dean leant down and pressed a light kiss to the Angels head. To his Angels head.

who cares | 10 (m)

• pairing: kim taehyung x oc / kim seokjin x oc
• genre/warnings: angst, adultery, mature themes
• words: 5,368
→ summary: what happens when Taehyung falls for someone who’s already taken? Can he control his feelings or will they take over and render him powerless? In the end is it all her fault or his…?
• note. inspired by Dean’s album 130: trbl.

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My Imagines #9

You stand in front of the mirror, looking at yourself, and you couldn’t help but smile. The dark blue dress with long sleeves fitted you perfectly, besides it was really comfortable, and since you didn’t knew where your boyfriend would taking you, it was a good choice. While you were finishing putting your make up you heard a whistle and laughed, turning around to see Tom in the door looking at you. Anyone that sees him like that could tell he loves you.

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Tom: You look amazing darling.
Y/n: And you’re as handsome as always.

He smiled.

Tom: Can we go?
Y/n: Sure. But first, what shoes should I wear?
Tom: Anything comfortable.

You nod and get a pair of heels that were not that high. Because of Tom's height, you use that all the time so you won’t look like a dwarf by his side. You two hold hands and walk to the car. You’re so curious that you would’t stop looking around to see if you recognize any place you have been with him before.

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The car stopped in front of a disco, like the ones in the 70’s. You smiled and looked at Tom, that seems to be holding a laugh.

Tom: I assume you like it.
Y/n: Like it? Oh my God Tom, I love it! I’ve always wanted to come in a place like this to dance!
Tom: Well, what are we wating for then? Let’s get in!

You approach to kiss him soft, and he took your face in his hands to keep you close. When you get away from each other looking for air you whisper:

Y/n: I’ll give you a better “thank” when we get home, ok?
Tom: Whatever you say darling. But, yep, I like the idea.

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Soon as you get in you can hear old songs playing and see couples on the floor, dancing and having fun. After you two get a table and ask some drinks, you take Tom’s hand and go dance too. At first it was awkward, but soon you were sliding through the dancefloor.

When the song ends everyone applauses, and you two sit to drink and rest.

Tom: If you want to eat anything just tell me ok? This night is all about you, love.
Y/n: You keep like this, I’m loving. -You said, joking.
Tom: I will, love. As long as I can.
Y/n: That’s why I love you, you’re a perfect gentlemen.
Tom: Thanks ma’m. Now, do you give me the honor of dancing with me?
Y/n: Ain’t gotta ask me twice.

Originally posted by personalshiznik

Later, a lot later, you and Tom had headed to his apartment, where he asked you to spend the rest of the night. Once he had locked the door you approach and kiss him. His hands go to your face, and you deep the kiss, melting into each other. He leaded you to the bedroom, shoes, coat, tie and his shirt staying on the way.

Tom: I’ve gotta say, you’re a amazing dancer. I never thought you could dance or sing like that.
Y/n: Well, it’s not something I do all the time, just in special occasions.
Tom: So today was special?
Y/n: Everyday with you is, Tom.
Tom: Then I want you to sing for me every day.

You laugh and felt his mouth on your neck, kissing softly.

Y/n: I will. But not now. I owe you a “thanks”.
Tom: Come and pay me then, darling.

You smiled and kissed him again. That was going to be a long, long night.


(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ ✧゚・: *ヽ(◕ヮ◕ヽ) I’m amazing. This is soooooooooooo big. Hope you like it. Kisses, Halo. \ (•◡•) /

Growing Together

There we go. I can’t believe I did it. Finally. I do apologise again for the long wait. I truly appreciated your patience and I do hope you’ll love the second and last chapter as well. I read all your comments, tags and reblogs, and I treasured all of them. Thank you for the time you spend reading my work!


Part II / II
Part I is here


Demetra Trevelyan X Cullen Rutherford, NSFW


“There you are.” Dorian’s voice interrupted her reading, as the mage marched inside the hidden library under Josie’ office “Why are you working here, in this dark and smelly place?”
“It’s not smelly!” Demetra protested weakly, closing the ancient volume in front of her. She wasn’t able to concentrate in any case. Yawning, the Inquisitor rubbed her swollen eyes. Blessed Maker, she needed a good night of sleep so badly. Dorian shrugged “I’m glad at least you tidied up this place a bit. Now, I’m here to invite you to have a drink with your handsome Tevene friend.”
“I don’t drink, Dorian.” she forced a smile “And I fear I wouldn’t be a good company today.”
“Fine.” Dorian sat graciously on the simple seat in front of her desk “Let’s skip the tavern part, it was an excuse anyway, and arrive straight to the explanations.”
“About?” she prompted, leaning heavily on her more luxurious seat.
“About why you barely eat, speak, and spend your time hidden in this library.”
She bit her lip, lowering her eyes “Dorian, I would rather not…”
“And why Cullen spends his time buried between his reports and the armory, brooding more than usual, and scaring the living life out of whoever tries to make him sleep, eat or speak.”
Demetra clenched her jaw, looking at some scratches on the old desk surface. She didn’t want to talk about their fight. She didn’t want to say aloud how badly she had messed up. She didn’t want to tell Dorian she had tried to speak to Cullen, just to have him avoiding her.
She was sleeping in her bad alone since three days now, and she had no idea how to fix this. If this was something she could fix. Maker knew that if the situation was reverted she would put Cullen through the Void, so she truly couldn’t blame him for being so mad at her.
“Demetra.” Dorian’s voice was soft and he leant on the desk, grabbing gently the hand she was fisting “Fights between lovers can’t be solved refusing to talk to each other.”
“I tried.” she said, her glare fixed on their hands “He didn’t listen.”

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Softly - The Ghost Of You

A/N : I know the lyrics are out of order but I love this song and wanted to use it for a fic and it was the only way I could make in fit.

Reid x reader - scroll for part one!

Four months had passed. Four hellish months.

Every second you spent without him was hell on earth.

You didn’t get chance to say goodbye to him. That night he’d told you to go home you now realised that he must have known. And he didn’t want to you there. Which meant you hadn’t got to tell him all the things you wanted to.

Like how you couldn’t imagine life without him. How you’d planned your wedding in your head already even though you’d only been engaged for two months. How excited his Mom had been when you talked to her on the phone, she’d already ordered at least five hats. Hats she’d now had to cancel or send back.

You couldn’t tell him how perfect he was, and how thankful you were for meeting him. You couldn’t tell him how long you’d actually crushed on him before you plucked up the courage to ask him out, your heart hammering as he’d stuttered out a yes and blushed red. You’d never get the chance to hold him again, to feel his embrace, his lips, his everything.

You hated him for leaving you how he did. Three hours after you’d left his side, at his insistence.

When Morgan had burst into your bedroom in those early hours, you hadn’t needed to ask. The look on his face had been enough and you’d both collapsed in tears. His best friend, and your best friend and lover, your world. Gone.

You couldn’t even remember his funeral. You’d gone, of course you’d gone. But you could barely recall what had happened there. All you remembered was being distraught because you’d not been able to find his favourite purple scarf and you’d wanted to bury him with it.

You still couldn’t find it and it plagued you everyday. You’d had it, the night you’d come home from the hospital. You’d gone to sleep with it tangled around your arms. But it was nowhere to be found, and you turned your house upside down looking for it.

The house…

Spencer had moved in three months before his death, and his stuff was still in boxes. Rather convenient when you thought about it. ‘At least it would be make clearing them out easier,’ had been one thought that had passed through your mind early one morning when you couldn’t sleep. Then seconds later you’d burst into tears at the thought of removing his stuff, his things from your home.

Days blended into nights; half the time you weren’t sure what time it actually was. You rarely left the house now, you had no reason to. You were on indefinite leave from work and when you’d gotten engaged, Spencer had made arrangements so that any death in service benefits would be split between yourself and his mom and you’d done the same with yours.

Neither of you had quite imagined you ever having to use them, but needless to say, they were sat in your bank account paying your bills for you.

The team still came around when they could. Penny and Derek more than the others, although Aaron checked in via text daily. If you didn’t respond within an hour or two he’d call. He was worried about you, they all were.

You knew why. Four weeks after the funeral Derek had turned up at your house to find you sitting at the kitchen table with a bottle of vodka and a tub of prescription pain killers you’d had stashed in your drawer since you’d injured your shoulder on a case two years ago. Derek had been distraught, begging you not to do anything stupid, saying how he couldn’t lose you too, you were all he had left of Spencer.

At the end of the world
Or the last thing I see
You are
Never coming home
Never coming home
Could I? Should I?

So you didn’t go through with it. You weren’t sure if you’d really intended to or not but it seemed like an option at the time. Your Catholic upbringing had niggled at you and said you wouldn’t be reunited with him anyway, not that you actually believed in any of that. When you were dead, you were dead. That was it. There was no heaven, hell or purgatory, just like there was no such things as ghosts or spirits.

Except….

Was there?

It was silly you knew, but since the day with the vodka your house had felt strange. Not bad strange but just… Like you weren’t alone.

You’d be walking around and swear you could smell Spencer’s cologne, or you’d be looking for something; one of his books or his watch and you’d turn around and it would be there. Right in the place you’d just looked.

It was…odd.

But you put it down to you not being it the right mindset. You were forgetful right now, you couldn’t think about anything outside of your little bubble. Your tiny little bubble that consisted of just you now, and the memories of things that had happened and of the things that should have been.

The nights were the worst.

You’d lie in bed on his side, hugging his pillow which even now still smelled faintly of his shampoo. You weren’t changing that pillow cover, ever. And then you’d cry.

Sometimes you’d cried yourself to sleep, some times you weren’t sure if you’d slept at all.

And then there were times when you were certain you had to be dreaming….Although when you’d wake in the morning you’d be more tired than ever as if you’d not slept at all.

But you must have been dreaming. Because it wasn’t possible.

In those dreams Spencer would be there. Lying next to you on the bed, his arms wrapped around you and he’d be talking to you.

You’d laugh, and reminisce about old times, and he’d kiss your neck and make you shiver from his breath.

He’d tell you how you had to be strong, how you needed to move on from him.

And you’d tell him that it wasn’t possible, it just wasn’t. He was your true love, your one and only and there was no way you’d ever get over him.

He’d hold you and smooth your hair back until you fell asleep within your dream, and when you’d wake, for a moment you’d feel happy.

And all the things that you never ever told me
And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me
Never coming home
Never coming home
Could I? Should I?

And then you’d remember.

And you’d start the day all over again, counting down until bed time in the hope that you’d dream about him again.

Recently the dreams had become more and more frequent. You didn’t mind. It meant you got to see him. You’d go to bed wearing his shirt or his watch. You’d found if you wore something of his, it seemed more likely that you’d dream about him.

And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me
For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me

But you still couldn’t find that blasted purple scarf.

If I fall
If I fall (down)

Spencer needed to stop.

I never said I’d lie and wait forever
If I died, we’d be together
I can’t always just forget her
But she could try

He was draining her physically and mentally. She thought she was dreaming when he was there but she wasn’t.

Well, she was in that weird state between sleep and wake, that was where he’d found he could speak to her and make her feel his presence. He was sure she felt it sometimes during the day as well. But it was stronger at night.

He started coming when he’d seen her that day with the vodka and pills. He couldn’t let her do that, but he couldn’t physically stop her. He wasn’t sure how to communicate with her at that point.

Luckily Morgan had stopped her, although part of him wondered what would have happened if he hadn’t. Would Spencer have been reunited with Y/N? Or was purgatory real. He hadn’t thought ghosts to be real either but here he was.

But… him being there wasn’t helping her.

Yes, she seemed happier when he’d showed himself to her, but it wasn’t helping with the grieving process and he knew it.

But he couldn’t stop, he just wanted to hold her one more time. Each night he’d tell himself it was the last time. And each night when she’d dress herself in one of his shirts, he’d find himself waiting for her eyes to close and then he’d crawl onto the bed next to her waiting for her to be able to feel him there.

He needed to stop visiting her, to let her get on with her life. She had other people to look out for her. She didn’t need him. He was scared he was making it worse. That if he kept talking to her, she’d get ideas again. The vodka, the pills.

Ever…
Get the feeling that you’re never
All alone and I remember now
At the top of my lungs in my arms she dies
She dies

He just….. didn’t want to.

They were meant to have forever together. And now, all he had were those moments when she wasn’t really asleep but wasn’t really awake.

If I fall
If I fall (down)

Unfaithful : Part Twenty

Summary :
In the Pre-apocalypse , you went to your aunt Lucille’s house in Virginia to spend the summer there, but you fell in love with her husband Negan .

**drama - romance - angst- smut - betrayal**

Pairing : Negan x Female Reader OC.

Dedicated to @negansmainwife

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Warnings : language - angst.

Note:

This fic is about betrayal or adultery, call it what you want, please if you feel triggered about such thing don’t read. If not , you can be wether team y/n or team Lucille. LOL

Previous chapters :

https://negansslowlyburn.tumblr.com/post/159839481553/unfaithful

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The wedding was only few days away, despite the fact that Lucille was sick and her condition worsened everyday, but she seemed really thrilled about helping you to prepare for the wedding. You pretended to be enthusiastic about the whole thing, you had no idea why you don’t just withdraw but it seemed too difficult regarding the fact that you’re pregnant and your baby would definitely need a father , Jack would be the perfect one, he’s comitted, he’s good, he’s financially stable and he’s in love with you. What more could you ask? You thought or better yet ,that’s how you tried to convince yourself. There’s no way in hell Negan knows about his baby. You were technically on the horns of a dilemma and you didn’t have much of a choice.
Negan in the other hand was lost and miserable, watching his wife Lucille dying , partially because of him and also watching you, the girl he loves, preparing for your wedding to another man .

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Mute - three

Originally posted by hobiga

Paring: hoseokXreader

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: You’re mute and it’s been that way since you were ten years old and a series of traumatic events happened. Your only real friend is Yoongi, the one person who understands you without you speaking - that is until Hoseok comes along and opens up your sheltered world.

Notes: Future mature themes, talk of abuse, and more.


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Good Girl Ch 21: This Is Not A Date

“This is ridiculous,” Baekhyun groans from my bed where him and a few others are sprawled out on, all voicing their hatred for this whole endeavor.

“I agree with you all, this is being made a bigger deal than needed,” I glare at Tao who is in charge of getting me dressed for my dinner with Jiyong. Like I expected, they couldn’t do much to stop his demand for my company, not that I mind. It felt like forever since someone treated me my age.

“Tao,” Kris growls, “Is the fancy lingerie really necessary?” All twelve men scan me from head to toe, taking in the pretty lace bralette and matching panties I’m standing there wearing.

“It’s cute, plus we get to think about it the whole time she is out and he’ll have no idea how amazing she looks underneath.” Tao smirks devilishly at me.

“And the outfit?” I question staring at the dozen dresses he has thrown on the floor, only one hanging up still, it’s the one that Jiyong sent with a formal invitation to dinner.

“I want to find something close to it so you’re wearing the clothes we bought for you, not the ones that asshole did,” He glares at the beautiful dress. I sigh, tired of this drama, and grab the dress off the hanger before pulling it on. “Baby!” Tao whines.

“Daddy,” I say sternly as I pull on the heels that go with it, “He would notice and get mad. I don’t want to get you guys in trouble for something so small.”

He sighs, coming over he places a hand on my back that brings me close, “You shouldn’t have to be doing things like this, we should have protected you from him.

“You guys are doing a great job protecting me, I’m well fed, happy. And I don’t have to do anything, I’m going because it causes less drama for you and your business and because I enjoy my conversations with Jiyong oppa.”

“I’m very annoyed with how perfect that dress is on you,” Kai pouts from the bed. I click into the closet to give myself a once over. Like normal Chen helped me with my hair so the curls are resting naturally down my back, I let Baekhyun do my makeup, which he is surprisingly very good at. Looking down at my outfit I’m very happy with Jiyong’s choice. It’s a black A-line with a sweetheart neckline that makes my natural curves standout more, the matching stilettos with a bow top it off. Kai is right, it’s perfect, cute but sexy.

“Thank you guys for not rallying and starting a gang war about this.”

Suho chuckles, “Chanyeol tried but with only Kai, Baekhyun, and Sehun backing him, he lost majority vote.”

I eye the giant, “I would go to war for you baby,” He gives me that smile.

“Please don’t, I am not worth a war.”

This time Xiumin approaches me, obviously upset by my words, “You are worth a war a million times over. If he wanted more than dinner, there would be a war without question. If he tires to hurt you or even makes you uncomfortable you tell us, we will start a goddamn war.”

“Daddy, I said no war. We will both behave, have dinner, and he will bring me home.”

“God,” Luhan groans, “I feel like we’re actual fathers getting our daughter ready for her first date.”

“Don’t say that,” Baekhyun shakes his head, “I’m not having thoughts any father should have right now.” Chen swats at him.

“Do I have a curfew?”

“I don’t know, if we can set rules on like that when it comes to something like this,” Suho thinks.

“He should be here in a few, we can talk about it down stairs,” Xiumin decides taking me hand and leading me out of the room with the other boys in tow. By the time we reach the door someone is ringing the doorbell; as expected it’s Jiyong in a nice black suit. He looks right past the boys to me, beaming he walks right in and up to me.

“You look beautiful!” He is grinning ear to ear, I can’t help but smile back at such a handsome face.

“I already want to change my mind,” Xiumin grumbles as he continues pulling me along into the living room.

“You’re new ring goes wonderful with that outfit,” Jiyong scans me, but when he notices the other ring on my hand he stops. “That one, not so much.” He grabs my hand once we reach the living room to look at the new addition. It’s the ring my daddies bought me as soon as we left the office, it’s a beautiful golden ring with xoxo engraved on it and a pretty good-sized diamond on it.

“You’re the one that said they could claim me as well,” I tease the older man.

“I’m regretting it.”

I scoff, “We both know if I’m taking one of these rings off it’s yours.”

He sighs, “I know, forget I said anything. Lets go eat.”

“Wait a minute,” Suho blocks the doorway with Sehun and Kai flanking him, their arms crossed over their chests, now I understand what Baekhyun meant earlier. “We need to talk about a few things before hand.”

“Like what?” Jiyong snaps.

I take my hand away from him to stand closer to Xiumin, “Like what time they want me home, where we will be going, no excessive touching, no running off to Paris.”

“You guys talked about this in detail?” He cocks an eyebrow at me.

“No, you remind me of Jihyo and she tends to forget these kinds of things so I figured you were the same.”

“Fine, what time would you like her home by?” Jiyong cross his arms over his chest and looks at the wall of men in front of the doorway.

“9,” Sehun deadpans.

“It’s already 7. Midnight.”

“She has a bedtime,” Suho says this time.

Jiyong gives me a questioning look, “You weren’t kidding about the whole daddy, rules thing.”

I shrug, “Told you.”

“You are making an acceptation.”

“I agree,” I smile at my daddies. “I promise we will be good.”

“You guys are going to all of that time at a restaurant talking?” Kris doesn’t seem to believe us.

“It’ll take us an hour to get into town, we’ll eat and talk for three and I’ll have her home by midnight.”

They all share a look and I can tell they are about to cave. Grinning big at the idea of my first time out since this all happened I quickly kiss each other daddies on the lips before grabbing Jiyong’s hand and pulling him to the door. I yell over my shoulder, “Love you all, be back tonight!” Jiyong is grinning next to me, he quickly takes the lead throwing me into his black sports car before climbing in on his side.

“I’m not having you back by midnight.” He quickly whips out of the driveway and speeds down the road.

“Shit, at this rate we’ll be in town in half the time,” I pull on my seat belt, worried for my safety.

“They seem very strict.”

I shrug, “They aren’t that bad, more rules than I’ve ever had but I don’t do much anyway.”

“You aren’t a crazy girl with boys blowing up her phone every second of everyday?”

“You are confusing me for Jihyo.”

“There is that name again, Jihyo, I would like to meet this girl if she reminds you of me.”

“She is probably more your type anyway.”

He glances at me, “What makes you think you know my type? We don’t know each other that well for you to know those things.”

“I can just guest.”

“Please tell me what kind of women I like, oh wise Jooyoung.”

I sink lower into my seat as I stare at him, “You like the beautiful bad girl. The one with short skirts and leather pants. She spends more money on her shoes than her rent, that is if she pays for them at all.”

“Not bad, I have to admit. That is a very close description to the sluts I normally fuck with, but very far from the type of girl I see myself in an actual relationship with.”

“Relationship? You want to settle down?”

He nods, “I want nothing more than to have someone at home to welcome me warmly with a smile on their face.”

“That isn’t hard to find.”

“Try living like me Beautiful. My life isn’t simple, most women who see me, fear me, or want me for power. It is hard to find someone like you.” We ride in silence the rest of the way, I feel kind of guilty for assuming so much about him when I know nothing beyond the fact that he’s the head of the mafia. I switch from staring at his face that is being illuminated by the dash and looking out the window into the darkness. When we finally get into town it’s only 7:30, he’s speed only decreases slightly but he continues to follow his own traffic rules. By the time we pull up to the restaurant my hands are cramping from gripping the door handle so hard.

He chuckles as I massage my hands once we step out of the car, “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

I glare at him, “I’m calling bullshit.”

“Come on Beautiful, I’m starving,” He offers me an arm that I wrap mine around. With a little smirk he walks me towards the set of tall black doors, they burst open scaring the crap out of me, I tighten my grip on Jiyong’s arm. “It’s okay, they are just going to greet us.”

“Greet us?”

Beyond the door are two lines, one on their side of the door, all bowing deeply to greet us, but mostly Jiyong. “Welcome Black Dragon,” The group says in unison.

“Everyone scram, you scaring my guest,” Heads turn up to look at me at his words. Men and women alike were utterly surprised to see me on his arm, their wide eyes and hanging jaws told me it all. When no one moves Jiyong snaps at them again, “I said scram!” With that they all scattered, creating chaos for a moment as they run around like chickens with their heads cut off.

I laugh, “Do they do this all the time?”

“This is a first, they usually respond right away. They must be distracted by my date.”

“This is not a date,” I deadpan taking my arm away from his.

He pouts, “This is a date.”

“We are two friends out getting dinner.”

“Beautiful,” He huffs.

“Oppa,” I huff back.

He sighs, “Fine, this is not a date. Now may we please go eat?”

“Yes,” I give him a victorious smirk, looping my arm with his once again. He leads me past the beautiful entry way into the darkly lit dining room. I’m surprised to find it empty and all the candles on the table are out. Without hesitation he leads me to the single table with a candle still lit, like a gentleman he pulls out my chair for me. “Did you buy the whole place out?” I tease, placing the napkin on my lap as he takes his seat across from me.

A smirk spreads across his face, “This is my place.”

I roll my eyes, “Of course it is. You didn’t have to close the place down, that is unless you are embarrassed of being seen with me.”

He shakes his head, “I wouldn’t have put that ring on you if I didn’t feel anything but fondness for you. I just want all of your attention.”

“I can focus on someone when other people are in the room, you know.”

“People would be staring, trying to talk to me to be polite, I can’t stand people. I liked the bubble we had at the office, just us, I wanted that again.”

I nod, “Fair enough. What are we going to be having for dinner?”

“You can pick from the menu, we have a very wide variety of foods,” He hands me one of them menus in front of him. “Anything to drink? Martini, wine, margarita?”

“Water is fine.”

“Please get something other than water.”

I sigh, “Fine, some wine would be great with a steak.”

“That is easy enough,” He claps his hands three times, right away there is a man coming from the kitchen doors to our table. The man is probably not much older than me, early twenties, he’s handsome even with such a cold face. “Two glasses of my favorite wine and begin bringing out number three.” The man nods before rushing back into the kitchen without a word.

“So tell me Mr. Mobster, why did you want to have dinner so bad?”

“I’m not 100% sure, it may be the lack of fear in your eyes, or you’re cute curiosity in things you should run away from.”

“Could I ask you something?”

He nods.

“Are you above my daddies?”

“Above in ranking?” I nod. “They are the head of their group, I am the head of mine, we are technically on the same level.”

“What do you mean by technically?”

He relaxes into his chair as he explains, “We may be the same position but our groups are on different levels. We are involved in different things, they are focused on guns, animals, and information.”

“And you?”

“You promise not to be upset?” I hesitate answering, not sure I can promise something when I don’t really know how I will react. After nibbling on my lip for a minute I nod, letting him know to go on. “We deal with drugs, people, and moving money.”

“People,” I echo.

He nods, “Do I need to give you a minute?”

I shake my head as I try to let that information go in one ear and out the other, “Don’t give me time because I will only talk myself into a hole I don’t know if I’ll be able to get myself out of, can we talk about something else?”

He tires to change the conversation, “How was school?”

I’m happy with his attempt but bust out with, “How do you expect me to talk about something as boring as school when you sell people?”

“I sell people,” He confirms.

“How can my daddies think I would get upset at them for selling guns, animals, and information, when you sell people?” For some reason I can’t seem to wrap my mind around how a person could do that to another human being.

“They have to do a lot of bad things to get those things, they have to kill and torture to keep their secrets and to get other peoples’. Like I said Beautiful, my life is not simple. Either is theirs’.”

“How much more dangerous are you than them?”

He doesn’t understand at first, “I don’t know how you want me to answer that.”

“Lets say on like a scale of 1 to 10, what are my daddies?”

“9.”

“And you?”

“Solid 12.”

“Why?”

“Because they have sort of a democracy amongst each other, they can’t do things unless they have a majority rule. They also have each other, even though they are half siblings they grew up raising each other. They have things to loose, things people could hold over their heads, friends, parents, more family. I, on the other hand, rule alone. I have no one but my right hand men and even most of them are expendable. They all know I wouldn’t bat an eye if they got taken. I’m alone, no friends, no family, no lover.” There is a coldness growing in his eyes that gives me a chill.

I feel the need to be playful to get that horrible look away. “What does that make me? I thought we were friends.”

He cracks a smile, “True, you are, for the first time in my life, my weak spot.”

“Wow, your weak spot already after a few days? What does that get me, a look and a phone call to ask how much the ransomed is?”

“It means I would make sure no one can take you in the first place,” He is suddenly serious again as he stares at me from across the table with affection in his eyes. The first course comes along with a bottle of wine, my mouth is watering at such a delicious sight. The food is absolutely amazing and so is the wine, that I’ve somehow already downed two glasses of. Time flies by quickly with many different conversions that I would have never thought I would talk about, soon the bottle is empty and I’m pretty sure Jiyong is only on his second one by dessert, oops.

“You shouldn’t let me drink.” I’m a bit passed buzzed where my little side has been popping her head into the conversation, giggling like an idiot and making me feel like a dumbass.

He laughs, “I’m happy I did, you are adorable.”

I groan, “Everyone loves me when I’m drunk because I’m so cute and loveable and not a bitch like I am normally.”

“You are not a bitch. I prefer you when you are your normal self, I like your fiest.”

I give him a sad smile, “Thank you for being one of few. My daddies hate it when I’m big.” There it is again, my constant insecurity about how the men who abducted me feel when I’m not little.

“They do not hate you.”

I sniffle, “Yea they do. Xiumin and Kris only scold me now because I want to do things for myself. Kyungsoo won’t let me watch him cook anymore since I keep trying to help but it’s too dangerous. They all just get so distant when I’m myself. I know Chen told me it’s because my big side is too much temptation but I’m calling bullshit! They just hate the real me,” I cry. Once I realize how stupid I’m acting I try to stop the tears but they don’t want to listen. “God I’m such an idiot! Who cries over shit like this?”

Jiyong is around the table with his arm around me shushing me sweetly, “I told you, they do not hate you. I’ve seen them with women they hate, you are a queen in their eyes. Please stop crying.”

“Can you take me home? I just want to go to bed,” I sniffle, letting him wipe away a few of my tears.

“Of course, can you walk?”

I nod but still accept his arm when he offers it. I sway slightly but manage to make it to the car without an incident. The drive home is not as awkward as I thought it would be, we didn’t talk but he refused to let my hand go. It was comforting the way his thumb drew circles around on the back of my hand. He drove the speed limit on the way back, giving me time to cool down before I have to deal with the dozens of questions that we both know are going to come.

Pulling up to the house Jiyong reaches for his door to walk me up, “It’s okay, I can walk to the door myself.”

“Let me walk you in,” He says sternly but I shake my head.

“I was stupid and drank too much of your probably thousand dollar bottle of wine and cried because people don’t like me on only our second time meeting. Let me have some self respect tonight.”

“Fine.”

I smile at him gratefully, “Thank you so much for a night Oppa, I had so much fun. I’m sorry for ruining it by crying.”

“I’m happy I was there to comfort you. We’re friends, it’s what I’m here for. If you ever need someone to talk to about this, I’m here. I’ve never been anyone’s person to call when they are upset, but I’d think I could do it for you.”

“So cheesy Oppa,” I laugh. “Thank you again for dinner and being a good friend, I’ll see you again.”

“Of course, you have a good night.”

I give him one last smile before getting out and going to the door. The door is surprisingly unlocked, but I still go inside, locking it behind me. Standing in the door for a minute a sad feeling settle in my belly when the whole house is dark. Did no one wait up for me even after throwing a fit about me going? It’s 1 in the morning so of course they went to bed, why would they wait up for me? I’m a big girl remember? I don’t need anyone to take care of me! Than why do I feel so small right now, why do I feel like crying at the fact that no one cared if I got home okay? Like the baby that I am I start to sniffle once again, not caring now that I’m alone how stupid I might look.

“Joo-ya?” Daddy calls from the living room.

“Daddy.” I say back in a small voice.

I hear him shuffling to me from the living room, “Are you crying? What’s wrong?”

“No one wanted to greet me,” I cry. “No one cared that I got home safe. But I’m a big kid so I shouldn’t cry about stupid things.”

“Are you drunk?”

“Yes I’m drunk! So you should be happy, I’m little right now. I’m small and weak and crying and all I want right now is a hug.”

His arms are around me in a second, holding me to him firmly, kissing my hair, “Why in the world is my baby crying?”

“Because no one was happy that I’m home, because I’ve been big lately. No one likes me when I’m big.”

“Baby, we love you all the time.”

“No!” I snap back pushing out of his embrace. “You have been avoiding me! You constantly ask me where is your little girl, where is she? I’m not always going to be in a little state of mind, why? Because I’m not a little kid! I’m fucking 17 years old. You guys tell me that you love me and that you’ll protect me but I’m calling bullshit on all of that because the moment I become myself you all treat me like I have the plague. I should just leave now before you guys get bored with me so I can still have some pride.”

His arms are around me again, holding me tighter, his is in the crook of my neck, “Don’t say things like that. You are not going anywhere.” He kisses me softly at first on neck, leaving a trail of kisses up to my jaw, just before he reaches my lips he says, “I’ll prove how much I love you.”

Irish Twins - John Shelby

Request: Can you do a peaky blinders where you and john are married and have like lots of kids together and you find out your pregnant are is worried he would get angry so you consider getting an abortion but don’t do it but he finds out and thinks you ARE getting a abortion and you can make the rest I don’t mind , love your peaky imagines 💛

Request: Can you do a John shelby imagine where are Grace’s sister and you’re pregnant with John’s baby. 

Irish Twins - John Shelby

Ever since you were young girls you and Grace talked about your futures together. You and Grace were the only girls in your family. Despite being younger you remained the more sensible of the two. While she got mixed up with Tommy Shelby and ran off to America and had Charlie you were busy a proper wife. You had moved with her to Small Heath in 1919.

She joked with you that despite your insistence that you were different from her you had fallen for a Shelby as well. It was true. While Grace was playing head games with Thomas Shelby you were being reeled in by his brother John. At first you were wary to tell your sister about your infatuation. You knew how she felt about the Shelby brothers because of what Inspector Campbell said. Regardless John was charming and handsome, he would stop around to the dress shop you worked at and offer to walk you home every evening. The woman who employed you had the good sense to mention John was a widower with children. The information didn’t deter you though.  

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Neighbours: Part Two - Tommy Shelby

The Phone Call

Part One | Part Two

As suspected my ankle is sprained. Charlie’s nurse has strapped it up with the advice that she’s not really qualified to diagnose or treat anything more complex than coughs and sniffles, and with the assurance that I’ll get it checked out, she lets me get the car back home.

“Everything alright Miss?” Jones asks when he sees me hobbling towards the car, propped up by Tommy.

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Although I’ve never been open about anything in my life I would like to talk about my previous relationship/ breakup. My last relationship was really abusive (physically & emotionally) and I’ve never been in love before I’ve met this kid nor in a serious/long relationship so it was all new to me. I’ve been dating this dude for over a year and everything felt so right but I still had my doubts yk. He was perfect to me basically I couldn’t find anything wrong w him. Tall, funny, perfect smile. I started to fall hard for him and I thought he had w me. Throughout the whole relationship I put my heart on the line for this kid, got kicked out of my house, started to live w him, lost my job & car, barely stayed in touch w family, & basically stayed attached at the hip w him. He was there for me when I was going through a rough time which is something I was so thankful for at the time until I started to see his abusive ways. He wouldn’t let me hang out w friends, sometimes not even family. We’d spend all of our time together, literally EVERY. SINGLE. SECOND. As soon as I moved in w him is when shit hit the fan. That’s when he started to get really controlling and abusive. At first it wasn’t bad but it got worse throughout the relationship, sometimes I would put it off and blame me because he would throw me out of character so often that I’d act like a crazy person. And anyone who knows me knows I’m a really chill person, so for him to make me like that should have told me something about the relationship. I would start to rely on him (which was mostly my fault) so he thought he could take his chance and see this as a tactic to control me. We would fight everyday, constantly call each other names. He would make me cry and sit there and laugh at me. He would punch me, leave me bruises, call me names. Each time he would apologize, hug me,& say he wouldn’t do it again. Sometimes he would even beg and cry for me to take him back, & yea I know you’re thinking “they all say that, you should have left from the get” blah blah but it’s not as easy as it seems. I fell in love w this man and gave him my all. I let him see the parts of me no one else saw, I let my guard down for him. He became my best friend, someone I thought I could trust. We had such a close bond so it was very hard for me to accept that he could be a totally different person, that he could be this cruel person that actually does these things to me. I didn’t wanna admit it to myself, so I brushed it off & continued to be w him hoping he’d change one day bc I loved him w everything in me. My family began to know bc I started to tell them and some saw the bruises on my body. I insisted I was fine but I wanted to be so badly free of the situation, I just wanted someone to help me. But obviously I was the only one who was able to do so. I tried leaving so many times that he got used to me coming back to him each and every time. He began to use me and I let him bc he was my “best friend” and “boyfriend”. I have a good heart and he took advantage of it. He would constantly accuse me of being w other guys, associating w guys etc And tbh there was a point where I would start to act that crazy as well. He pushed me to a point where I didn’t even know who I was anymore. Before I met him I was just starting to love myself again & then he comes, shows me love, builds me up just to break me down again. This continued for awhile until one day it got so bad that he actually threw me to the ground and started kicking & punching me. He even beat me w a belt. (All because I wanted to leave his room & we weren’t even having a big fight) I was rushed to the ER with only bruises thankfully. So was that enough for me to finally realize that he just didn’t give a shit about me? Even after ALL of that, I still went back to him bc I was so used to being w him everyday, laying w him, that being w out him felt so strange. It came to a point where I’d rather be sad and miserable w him than be by myself and alone. Don’t get me wrong he had his good moments, but he had two sides. This really sweet funny person and then he turned into this guy I didn’t even know anymore. I never would have thought he would have switched up the way he did…but damn never in my life will I allow any man to even grab my arm w out me leaving him the next day. I’ll never allow myself to fall for someone so hard that I constantly forgive them for mistakes they repeatedly make. In the beginning of the relationship I saw all of the signs and I got paranoid to the point where I would have dreams of him being like that towards me (aggressive) & I just thought I was being paranoid so I brushed it off. Then months later everything I assumed I had been right about. I just want any girl(or boy)who is in an abusive relationship to know that it’s not love& never will be. The longer you stay in the relationship the more it will tear you apart and make it harder to leave. I never in a million years would have guessed that I would be in an abusive relationship bc I’m not the type to let anyone walk over me or control me..which is weird how I got myself in that position to begin w. I was at a rough time in my life and I needed someone…& he was there. I thought our love was so real, that we had the best bond ever when really it was all fake. I don’t wish to take it back bc I’ve learned a lesson, but I do wish I hadn’t stayed as long as I did. To any girl who is going through anything like this or suspect your boyfriend is going to hurt you in any way, please do not continue to put yourself in this toxic situation. It never gets better. He’ll never change. He doesn’t love you & he isn’t sorry. I don’t know how some guys can treat any women w such little respect..it’s sad. I just want to let anyone know they can come speak to me or if they need to talk about any situation whether it be one like this, or a different one, you can always reach out to me and I will gladly listen. Never settle for anything other than the world ladies(and guys) there’s too many people out here to be settled on a shitty person who has no clue how to love. It’s hard for me to open about things but I feel as if this will give me some freedom & some closure. I used to be ashamed to admit this, but it could happen to anyone. Don’t be scared to tell someone, say something before it’s too late! I never took things like this serious because I never imagined it could happen to me, I thought I knew better, but it did happen to me and it’s hard to escape from once you’re in too deep, but it’s still possible. Always have hope & know that a guy who is meant for you won’t treat you in such a harsh way. There are some good men still out there, maybe one day I’ll find mine. Thank you for reading🙂

Futile Effort

Genre: Angst

Suga x Reader

Description: You’re in a relationship with Yoongi but he doesn’t seem to have time to see you. You’re left with a decision stay or leave.

Words: 1376

Unlocking your phone, you check the time again 12:34 am. Yoongi had texted you at ten that him and the rest of BTS were just finishing up in the studio and heading to dinner and that he would be home soon after. You decided to wait up for him seeing as how recently you didn’t see him as much as you used to and every time you texted or called asking to eat lunch or hang out together he would apologize and say next time when he wasn’t so busy.

That had been going on for two and a half weeks and you figured it made sense since his groups comeback was coming up soon. But you still couldn’t help feeling lonely and bored when he wasn’t around. You checked your phone again barely anytime had passed and it was still absent from messages. Deciding it was not worth being sleep deprived at work tomorrow you got up and headed to your empty bedroom and went to sleep. A small sliver of hope in you wished he would be next to you when you woke up in the morning.

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I’m Always Here (Victuuri Week Day 3//Yuuri: Reassurance/Doubt)

Author: anhsan-tran

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warning: Intense heart palpitations may occur, Angst, Comfort, Feels, Mild Swearing

Summary: It’s 3 AM. Yuuri’s reliving one of his most horrifying events in his life: the GPF before he met Victor. Victor’s a complete ass, and becomes his number one fear. Turns out it’s a dream, but Victor’s crying his eyes out after what he saw. Fluff and snuggles ensues. I’m slowly getting lazy here haha.

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Favorite Guy

You smiled as Newt approached you from the Gardens. He was wiping his hands on his dirty pants.

“What’s the point in wiping your hands on your pants if they’re just going to get dirtier?” you asked as he approached and he laughed and shrugged.

“So you’re okay with me touching you with dirty hands?” he asked and started to come towards you with his hands out and you started running.

“No running! It’s not fair, you’re a Runner!” Newt yelled as you slowed your sprint to a light jog.

“I know I’m a goddess. Fast Runner, perfect hair, great singing voice,” you said and began to belt out a few random notes, creating a terrible melody.

“The perfect woman,” Newt said and you laughed at his joke.

[Newt’s POV]

I watched as she laughed and moved her hair out of her face with both of her hands. There was just something in the movement that hit me really hard. But she doesn’t realize that I seriously mean it when I say she’s perfect. She really is. And I know that she doesn’t know that I think that, but I wish I had the guts to tell her how I really feel before someone else gets to her.

[Y/N]

Newt is your favorite guy. You spend everyday together when you’re not in the Maze. You couldn’t ask for a better companion in this hell. He’s always there to lift your mood and make you laugh and hug you and help you forget about all your sad thoughts. You look for him as soon as you come back from the Maze. You know the way he stands and the way he walks and just the way he moves. You notice his little movements and you love them all.

You want to tell Newt that you appreciate him but you didn’t want him to think you were weird and you didn’t want him to make fun of you, so you always kept it to yourself. You believe that he knows how much you mean it anyways, without you having to say it directly.

—-

You watched as the boys all filtered into the Homestead for supper. You watched as Minho, Thomas, and Newt walked in together, talking. You saw Minho and Thomas nudging Newt, probably tantalizing him. You watched as Newt shoved Thomas lightly and scanned the room. His eyes landed on you and you smiled and waved him over. You heard Minho whoop and holler as Newt shook his head, walking towards you. He sat down across from you and you just instantly fell into a comfortable conversation.

[Newt]

The words coming out of her mouth just in this everyday conversation made me fall harder and harder for her. It makes me think about how no one understands me completely, except for Y/N. I wanted to tell her that she’s it for me. That it’s impossible for anyone else to be out there for me. And Minho and Thomas keep telling me that I should just tell her how I feel because we’re stuck here and we should just do what we want, but it’s not that simple. It’s so much harder than they think. If I tell her how I’m in love with her and she doesn’t feel the same way, it’ll be over for us forever. My heart breaks just thinking about it.

I offer to get her a plate of food and she looks at me confused.

“Why? I can get it myself,” she said and I just wanted to make her understand that I want to do everything for her.

“You ran all day,” I said but she just smiled and shook her head.

“You’re amazingly sweet,” she said but got up to get her own plate.

[Y/N]

You were sitting in the Deadheads when Gally approached you, asking about some weird question. You weren’t listening at all because you were waiting for Newt. You knew he was busy today so you just decided to sit in the Deadheads and wait.

“Y/N?” you heard and looked to see Newt standing there with his arms crossed, looking between you and Gally. Gally was for some reason very close to you, and you weren’t sure when it happened or how it happened.

[Newt]

I was looking for Y/N. I couldn’t find her so I asked Minho. He gave me a knowing smirk.

“I think she’s in the Deadheads, she might be with someone. Thomas! Didn’t you see Y/N with someone in the Deadheads?” Minho asked and Thomas came jogging up towards us, full smile on his face.

“Yeah, I think it might’ve been Gally actually,” he said and I started to jog over to the Deadheads. I didn’t want her to be alone with him.

When I saw them right near each other, it made me realize how desperately I needed her. I need her right here, right now. I need to be with her all the time. I can’t bear to think of her with another guy.

Gally seemed to get bored with just standing around so walked away, leaving me and Y/N.

“Y/N,” I said, not wanting to waste any time. “Do you want to be my girlfriend?” I sort of whispered the end without meaning to. I just wasn’t sure if maybe she actually did like Gally. She never acknowledged me the way I wanted her to.

“Oh,” she said and just looked at me.

“Sorry,” I said and looked at all the trees around us, the sky, the dirt, anything but her.

“Oh of course Newt. I love you,” she said and stood up. I rushed over and kissed her lips and cheeks and everything I could.

“I love you,” I whispered and felt a smile plastered on my face.