idk about you but i think she's way prettier like this

  • Naruto: So, like, ever since Hinata confessed to me, people have been like- ya know
  • Sasuke: Hn
  • Naruto: And I'm just- I don't, like, I can't- ya know
  • Naruto: But I should, right? There's no reason I shouldn't, uh, ya kn-
  • Sasuke: Dobe, if you say "ya know" one more time
  • Naruto: I can't help it, I'm just so, so, ya know!
  • Sasuke: Why are you talking to me about this, idiot?
  • Naruto: You're the only one who hasn't said anything, ya know. Sakura-chan, Kakashi, Ino, Iruka, even Kiba have been on my case non-stop.
  • Sasuke: It's your life. Your choice. Do what you want. It makes no difference to me.
  • Naruto: But, but Sasuke, I'm just so... Ya know.
  • Sasuke: Fine, usuratonkachi. We'll talk.
  • Sasuke: Do you think she's pretty?
  • Naruto: Eto... *squints* I guess so.
  • Naruto: Actually, now that you mention it, Hinata's kind of a looker, huh
  • Naruto: But she's still not as pretty as- *glances over* Uh, other people.
  • Sasuke: Like who? Sakura?
  • Naruto: Yeah, Sakura-chan and... Someone else
  • Sasuke: ...
  • Sasuke: So the problem is that you have feelings for another person
  • Naruto: *blushes* Um... I guess, but I doubt you- I mean, this other person will ever, ya know, feel the same way, so I should just
  • Sasuke: Have you said anything?
  • Naruto: Well, no
  • Naruto: But after everything that happened, you- I mean, this person should get it by now, and if y- they don't, that probably means it's one-sided. Right?
  • Sasuke: Maybe
  • Naruto: Oh
  • Sasuke: Unless I -I mean, this 'other person' was thinking the same way as you
  • Naruto: Really? You Were?
  • Sasuke: Were what? I'm talking about this mysterious 'other person' who's apparently prettier than Hyuuga Hinata, which is -mmmphmm!
  • Sasuke: What was that, you moron?
  • Naruto: It's called a kiss, teme.
  • Naruto: Something two people do when they like each other.
  • Sasuke: ...
  • Sasuke: I'm not familiar with the concept.
  • Sasuke: Maybe you should show me again.
A Woman Like You (B.Barnes) *SMUT*

A Woman Like You *SMUT*

Bucky Barnes

Warnings: spanking, breath play, knife play, pain kink, (I used google translate so theres some poorly translated) russian speaking Buck (idk about y'all but that’s a warning to me bc holy good god it’s hot), pet names (i.e doll, kitten, baby), Daddy kink, oral sex, unprotected sex, mention of anal, a small amount of blood, dirty talk(?), possibly more? let me know if you think of any bc I’m drawing a blank

Word Count: 7.9K (exact – shocking, I know)

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missing you - tom holland imagine #4

Originally posted by spiderholland

about : Tom is away at SDCC while promoting Spider-Man Homecoming. Things start to go downhill as a Facetime call ensues and jealousy arises. 

Warnings : a teeny bit sad. drunk tom!


The ID caller showed up on your phone and you grinned, flopping down onto the bed as you answered the call. Tom’s smiling face filled your screen and you giggled, greeting him with a simple ‘hello Thomas’.

“Y/N! It’s crazy here!” Tom shouted, “I’ve never seen anything like this before! There were thousands of people on the panel it was insane!”

“Are you having fun?” You asked, a small yet tired simper reaches your lips.

“Loads! Everyone’s amazing! Laura is here, Jacob is here, Tony is here, oh and Zendaya is here too!” He continued to ramble on about how everyone had secretly arrived to the convention but your heart sank at her name.

Tom was an extremely sweet person, and he was definitely good-looking. Your biggest fear from letting him leave to Atlanta was him finding someone new. What if he found someone else prettier, smarter and better than you? Maybe he was already tired of you.

And it didn’t help that Zendaya was a part of your worry. She was the kind of girl you’d always want to be. She was gorgeous and successful, not to mention extremely talented. You let your insecurity get the best of you sometimes and you would always feel a bit glum whenever you saw them together. However, Tom wasn’t aware that you felt that way.

“Isn’t Zendaya pretty?” you piped up randomly, playing with the hem of your sweatpants.

“Yes, she is. Why?” Tom sounded confused. He looked at something behind the camera and he laughed, slapping his chest.

“Oh, that’s amazing, Z,” he chuckled before looking back at you on the phone, “sorry babe, were you saying something?”

You were about to say something before he interrupted you, laughing again and talking to someone you could only assume was Zendaya. You could hear her laughter too and you flinched, feeling annoyed. Anger and jealousy was already bubbling inside of you. Rolling your eyes, you scoffed at how he was so oblivious to you on the phone as he dropped his phone to his side so all you could see was his pants.

This was the first time in days he had facetimed you, and you felt so put off by how he wasn’t even paying attention to you.

Pissed off, you pressed the end call button hardly, ending the facetime. You put your phone beside you and picked up your laptop, trying to calm yourself down.

It seemed like the world wanted to rub everything in your face when you clicked on a random song on your spotify. Everything I’m Not by The Veronicas came on and you gasped, throwing up your arms in anger.

“Oh, come on!” You yelled at no one in particular.

The song blasted on your speakers and you sighed, letting it play.

Your phone beeped once.



Tom’s face popped up on the screen, indicating a call coming in from him.

You ignored it, letting the ringtone play amongst the loud tunes of The Veronicas.

It stopped for a few seconds before ringing again. This time you decided to decline the call.

A text came in. You peeked.

Tom x : babe, what’s up? u  just hung up?

10. 50 pm

Tom x : y/n? Im gonna call u again.

10. 52 pm

Tom x : why did u decline the call?

10. 58 pm

Tom x : did i do something wrong?

11. 05 pm

You snorted, picking up your phone and typing a quick reply.

Me : idk ask zendaya lmao

Me : im gonna sleep. Have fun at comic con.

Just as you were about to put away your phone, it vibrated.

Tom x : I think I know what’s going on. Are you jealous of Z?

11.08 pm

Tom x : I hope you know I love you, and that I will never eye another girl that’s not you. I understand how you feel, I get sad whenever I think of all the other boys that are with you everyday. So i dont blame you. But you can trust me love. I promise.

11.09 pm

Tom x : z and i are just friends, nothing more babe. Im way too in love with you. Also im sorry if ive been distant. I miss you so much and i havent been able to really talk to you. Ive been very busy with work and everything else i just idk i feel really guilty now.

11.11 pm


Tom x : call me back when u wanna talk. Im sorry, i love you. Xx

11.13 pm

You sighed, giving in. You could tell he was feeling really crappy about it as you watched a livestream of the convention. Marvel was holding a livestream for the interviews and you saw Tom pop up in the screen when you opened the website.

His eyes were downcast even though he had a small smile on his face. Tom was less energetic and gave the interviewer half-assed answers. He kept crossing and uncrossing his arms and he fidgeted a lot on his feet.

His iPhone was gripped tightly in his hand, and every few seconds he went to check it.

Probably for my reply, you thought.

When the interviewer ended, you saw him walk away from the camera. The interviewer was about to interview Lupita Nyong’o next when another text from Tom came in.

Tom x : love i really am sorry. maybe u went to sleep already. Im sorry. I love you. Goodnight. Xx

11.25 pm

“Meh screw it,” you mumbled, pressing the call icon on his contact name.

He picked it up immediately after the third ring.

“Hello?” he said quickly.

“It’s okay,” you sighed, slumping on the bed, “sorry, I just got jealous. I shouldn’t have hung up on you like that.

“It’s just..I miss you so much Tom. And we haven’t facetimed in so long and.. I don’t know I was pretty pissed off by how you weren’t paying attention to me.”

“I know, I know,” you could hear his guilt from across the line, “I’m really sorry. There’s just been a lot going on right now.”

You sighed, “okay, now go and have fun. We can talk more later. I’m not mad at you anymore so don’t worry.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive, I’ll be fine,” You lied through your teeth, even mustering a fake smile.

Tom hummed, before speaking again, “I’ll call you when you wake up. I love you so much, Y/N. Goodnight, love.”

“Goodnight,” you mumbled back as you hit the ‘end call’.

Grabbing a pillow from the top of the bed, you clutched it tightly into your chest as sobs began to rack through your body. The tears didn’t stop flowing, even after half an hour.

You’d think he would notice that you really weren’t okay.

You missed him so much.

And it already felt like, to you, he was slowly drifting away.


The next morning was horrendous. You woke up to the feel of your soggy pillow and puffy eyes. Rubbing your face, you snuggled further into your duvet.

There was no way you were going out today. Your heart felt the heaviest it had felt in a long time and nothing seemed to motivate you to get out of bed.

You missed him too much.

Making calls to everyone, you apologised for not feeling well and rescheduled everything.

Nothing mattered more than the ache in your heart. If your mind wasn’t in the game, there would be no point in getting into the game in the first place.

You decided to check your notifications and was surprised by the amount of texts Tom had sent in.

Tom x : Good morning, babe. I hope you slept well. I’m out here in San Diego, in some bar. Missing you. 💛

7.30 am

Tom x : I hope you’re not angry anymore. It’s been bothering me the whole day. I’m still sorry.

7.45 am

Tom x : baEb i lpve you si much…….im sorry yoi think i luv zebdaya….i dont… i love you im sorry

8.30 am

Tom x : jacOb says in Drunk! Haha@ he keeps tellinf me that i should go homE

8.35 am

Tom x : i sAid wherE? LonDon? He saiD no You IdioT the Hotel

8.36 am

Tom x : i saiD it aInt HoME UNLESS y/n is wit me

8.38 am

Tom x : jeusu chrisy i lovw you

9.00 am


9.28 am


9.35 am

You stared at the screen, taking it all in.

Tom got drunk last night.

Yet, all his words seemed so sincere. Just before you could exit the chat, a new message came in.

Instead, this was from Harrison.

Haz O : hey y/n, i think you probably read the drunk texts tom has been sending. just want to tell you. tom has been drinking a lot for the past 2 hours. he’s upset, y/n. after he puked on the sidewalk, he cried. he cried about how much he missed you and how he didn’t deserve you. that you lie when you say you’re okay. he said that it would be easier if you both broke up. you could find someone better. so, stop being mad at tom. there’s nothing going on between z and tom. If they did, i would’ve told you. he’s feeling so guilty for no reason.

You felt hot tears gathering at the side of your eyes. He was beating himself up because of your jealousy. Guilt took over you as you fumbled to type out a quick reply. A plan was already forming in your head and although it involved a lot of money, you knew it would help in fixing this problem.

It was probably too reckless and spontaneous, but you had enough of missing Tom and clearly, Tom was sick of missing you too.

You : I’m getting on the next flight to San Diego. Take care of Tom for me. x

EXO reacting to being in love with you but you’re both in relationships

DISCLAIMER: some of these imagines don’t involve the boys in relationships just a few of them. ALSO idk anything about love so if this is lame thats why lmao

Suho: It’s been a year since he met you at that reunion with his friends. One of your closest friends kept talking about how his girlfriend was the best thing that could have ever happen to him. That day of the reunion at Suho’s friend the universe decided that it was time for the both of you to meet. Suho was serving himself a drink in the kitchen when you walked in to grab a bottle of wine. As soon as he laid eyes on you he felt a cold shiver run down his spine. You looked like a dream for him, you always did since that day. “Hurry up, Junmyeon! the karaoke is about to start” you smiled at him as you walked out of the kitchen with the bottle of wine in your hands “Y-yeah, I’m coming” he replied. You were in his mind at all times since that day, but it hurt him to see you with one of his closest friends. Every time there were reunions he would feel a pain in his chest for liking you so much…no this was not just liking someone…this was love. He was madly in love with you. Little did he know that the feeling was mutual.

Originally posted by daenso

Lay: Traveling was part of his job and damn he was a workaholic. In one of his recent visits to Korea he met with the entire production team that was working with him for his new solo album. You were on board for working with Lay since day one, but you barely met him that day at the production team meeting. “Lay, this is Y/N she’s our editor for the music video” his manager introduced you both and you were so excited to meet him. You kept talking about how great he was and how much you admired him since the beginning. You and Lay became really close during the making of his album. Sometimes you hung up with him after work, usually went to buy coffee. You had so much in common but at the same time you were so different. “So…do you have a boyfriend?” Lay asked one of those days as he drove you home like the gentleman he was “I do, but he lives in the US at the moment” you answered with a shy smile on your face while Lay’s chest started aching. “Ah, he’s very lucky. I bet he loves you a lot” He said trying to hide the pain he felt. He barely knew you but he couldn’t help feeling this way for you. And you were also feeling the same for him.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Xiumin: He’d been hiding his relationship with a classmate from his university. Not even SM or the media knew, he was really good at keeping everything in secret. He had been dating this girl for roughly five months and one day they decided to have a casual date at their favorite coffee shop. Him and his girlfriend got closer to the counter and he started ordering. “Hello welcome what can I get…you?” you started working there two weeks ago and Xiumin was by far the most handsome man you could have ever seen in the shop. You looked at his face scanning the menu that was hanging from the ceiling in the back of the counter, when he looked at you to order he held his breath for a second. Ever since that day he couldn’t forget your face, or your voice. He loved his girlfriend and he felt bad for thinking about you for a month. He would visit the coffee shop on his own and the both of you had little conversations until you became good friends. One day you finished your shift and your boyfriend showed up to pick you up. Xiumin remembers seeing you smiling and kissing your boyfriend’s cheek after work. He hated this, he hated being in love with someone that was taken, just like you did.

Originally posted by katherine8595

Baekhyun: You were really good friends with Suho and one day you decided to go visit him at his new dorm. When you knocked on the door Baekhyun was the one that opened. You were so shocked at first because you’d never seen him in person, only on TV or on pictures or on EXO’s music videos. Now he was standing in front of you with a big smile plastered on his face. “Come in! You must be Suho’s friend…Y/N?” he asked you letting you in “You’re much prettier in person” he said scratching the back of his head a little embarrassed, he even looked away shyly for a little bit. Suho went to get groceries with Sehun because they were going to make a special dinner for you, so it took them a while to come back. Ever since that day you and Baekhyun became best friends. You both were dating other people at the time but also you two would have coffee dates just to talk about all the dumb shit your boyfriend and his girlfriend did to make you angry. One day you both were having lunch after he finished practicing and when the waitress brought you the ticket she said you made a great couple because you were always laughing. “Umm…thank you but…we’re not a couple ma’am” Baekhyun said hiding his sadness behind that pretty smile of his. You felt your heart ache because you loved him so much it was crazy. He paid for your food and the both of you went home. He felt frustrated because he couldn’t say how much he loved you because he knew you loved your boyfriend so much and saw how happy you were with him. It just sucked.

Originally posted by katherine8595

Chanyeol: “Look I made a new song” Chanyeol sent you another link for a sound could recording. It was the third one this week. Honestly you really liked listening to his songs and you really liked his voice. There was something special about this new song he made, he sang with so much passion it made you shiver. “There is a hidden message in it…I hope you can figure it out” he wrote as a new text but hesitated on sending it to you but before he pressed sent you sent a message back “I loved it, I can’t wait to show it to my bf he’s gonna love it! He really likes your songs” Chanyeol smiled for himself. It was a sad smile because you were always the first person to ever listen to his new songs before anyone else, your friendship was also one of the most valuable things he could have ever had, he just treasured you. You met your current bf because of him one day you went to a dinner with some friends of his, you and one of his friends hit it off instantly and he was happy for the both of you but also he felt sad overtime you talked about your bf or when he talked about you in front of him. He wanted to be your source of happiness. He really loved everything about you.

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

Chen: The both of you met at school one day that you had to prepare a group project. You were friends with Chen’s girlfriend since you were in high school and the day you met Chen it was like meeting an actual prince. It was sad for you because you were already dating someone else and you just felt bad for liking your friends boyfriend so much. You and Chen sat together in class all the time and you always had a fun time with him. Chen would help you out with your studying and you would help him by giving him the notes of the class whenever he had a schedule with EXO. Being a celebrity and a full time student was very hard for Chen but somehow he managed to survive through everything thanks to you. Besides being classmates you were also really good friends, and whenever Chen or you had arguments with your partners you would vent out to each other, which always ended up in laughs. “You know…sometimes I wish you were my girlfriend” Chen said one day you were walking out of your class. One day while lying in bed he realized he really liked you and the thought of you being with that other guy made him so frustrated.

Originally posted by baekhyunsama

D.O: You and Kyungsoo met on the set of a movie. You were the scriptwriters assistant and you helped Kyungsoo to rehearse for his scenes. You were around the same age so he felt really comfortable being with you. His usual seriousness would go away whenever he was with you and even his tone of voice would change while you talked about how the filming and your lives were going. He loved to see you smile and the sound of your laugh was the his favorite sound ever. The day he found out you were dating someone he felt he’d lost all hope. Your friendship with him was still as strong as always, but whenever you mentioned your boyfriend Kyungsoo would go stiff and uninterested. “I swear…the other day I told him he should be more like you” you told Kyungsoo one day you were having lunch after filming, he felt the urge to tell you to leave him and ask you out but he didn’t. He started dating his co-star, hoping this would make him think about something else that wasn’t you. He really loved you, and you loved him too none of you ever said anything it was frustrating as hell.

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

Kai: You had been a trainee in SM for two years already. You were preparing for your debut with the rest of the other girls of your group. You and Kai knew each other and you had been practicing for a special dance stage for SMtown. They were really happy. Kai really liked you and you liked him a lot as well, sometimes you joked around saying you were going to marry in the future, but this was just a joke. Kai was dating Krystal again, after going through so much hardships they finally managed to make their relationship work for a good year. On the other hand you and Taeyong from NCT started dating in secret. Kai was in the SM cafe with Kyungsoo one day when he saw Taeyong and you sitting at a table having coffee after practice one night. He saw how happy you were with him and he suddenly felt a weird feeling in his chest. He was jealous, he always thought you were really beautiful and talented and he just liked your personality so much it was driving him crazy to see you with someone else that wasn’t him, he loved everything about you. He was confused, he didn’t know if you liked him back and he was also with Krystal and he “loved” her. But ever since he got closer to you after being chosen for that dance stage everything changed. “Is this how love actually feels?”

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Sehun: You and Sehun met at a restaurant. Casually you were friends with the same guy that ran the restaurant and one day he invited the both of you to have dinner together with him at his restaurant, more people were invited as well. You arrived with your boyfriend at the time and Sehun had been in a relationship for at least two months with a girl he knew from high school. When he first saw you he felt the earth moving under his feet. You can say it was like love at first sight.The only problem was that you were both in relationships at the time, you liked Sehun just as soon as you laid eyes on him and you thought he was something else. You became Sehun’s platonic love and he became yours. You kept hanging out with him and your chef friend, the more Sehun knew about you the more he liked you. “How long have you been with your boyfriend?” he asked you one day he offered to take you home after leaving your friend’s restaurant. You had been dating your boyfriend for almost 2 years but you felt your relationship was going nowhere, and so did Sehun about his even though he had less time dating his girlfriend. The next thing you heard from him was that he broke up with his girlfriend. He decided to wait for you. Even if you didn’t break up with your boyfriend, he would still be waiting for you, because that’s how much he loved and wanted to be with you.

Originally posted by wooyoung

If You Come Back ‘ Hong Jisoo

Admin note: I might decide to delete this later but it’s two am and I needed to post something fluffy to get it out of my system so ye

Summary: in which you and Josh have been best friends forever and he needs to leave LA for SK to follow his dreams to become a singer

Part 1Part 2 | Part 3

  • “Well?”
  • “Well what…?”
  • “I’m going to have to make a decision and I want your input. As the person who knows me best, what do you think?”
  • “Josh please.”
  • you both laugh
  • but the laughter isn’t your usual
  • it doesn’t feel like the normal Saturday-morning-cartoons-and-cereal laugh
  • it doesn’t feel like the Josh-oh-my-god-that-was-an-awful-joke-never-make-it-again laugh
  • it felt like a let’s-laugh-to-make-this-seem-less-serious-than-it-really-is laugh
  • this could be your last chance
  • for years you had known Joshua Hong
  • the boy who lived not too far from your house
  • just down the sidewalk some 127 steps and then left
  • the big warm house with a rich brown paint and white trim
  • the door always adorned with a beautiful seasonal wreath
  • and a little welcome mat that said, “God made dirt, so dirt won’t hurt, welcome to our house”
  • honestly the safest place in the world for you
  • because Joshua was there
  • because wherever Joshua was, he somehow made you feel as if the world couldn’t possibly be a bad place
  • it took you a lot of years
  • years spent from elementary school to middle school
  • years running around dragging Josh on adventures or trying to get his attention from across the hall in church
  • years to figure it out
  • that for you it was never about the brown house with white trim
  • it had been Joshua all along
  • Joshua felt like home
  • and you were head over heels for the guy
  • you had spent a lot of time falling for him
  • and when it finally hit you
  • you felt relieved
  • because it just made sense
  • you looked at Joshua now
  • his eyes tracing the stars as the two of you sat on the balcony that was directly outside your room
  • the sound of your mom’s voice floating up from the living room where she was entertaining Joshua’s mom
  • surprisingly not worried at all about her daughter upstairs alone with a high school boy
  • because it was Joshua
  • “Well Josh I-“
  • he cut you off, knowing very well your response
  • “Don’t tell me the decision is mine alone to make.”
  • “But it is. Your mom agreed to support you on whatever you decide and-“
  • “But I want to know what you think.”
  • “I’m not going to make your decision for you.”
  • “I know and I didn’t expect you to. I just want you to tell me what you think of everything. Because whenever the world gets too confusing for me, you put everything in perspective.”
  • your heart skips a beat at his words
  • there was no hiding anything from each other
  • not when you’ve known each other for years
  • by the time you figured out you were head over heels for your best friend
  • Joshua seemed to figure it out at the same time too
  • and he found that he was just as crazy about you as you were him
  • at the time he had wanted to wait
  • and you had agreed
  • if both of your parents found out, they might not let you guys hang out as much as they did
  • though you had a suspicion your mom knew and was just unconcerned about Joshua
  • bc she trusted him prob more than she trusted you lol
  • “Joshua Hong, look.”
  • you pointed to a star directly under the moon
  • “It’s the first star I wished on ever since I knew how.”
  • he looked up at the star curiously
  • “You know Josh, I never expected that star to grant my wish. I never expected some fairy godmother to come floating to the earth to bestow upon me fancy dresses and a dance before midnight with the prince of my dreams.”
  • you pause to monitor his reaction
  • you’re caught off guard by how warm the whole situation felt
  • Josh siting right next to you
  • shoulders touching
  • Josh’s eyes carefully trying to imagine the story you’re trying to tell
  • except of course the prince of your dreams is no mystery man
  • no he’s no mystery
  • you take a deep breath and continue
  • “No I never expected magic. We live in the real world, magic doesn’t happen that way.”
  • you feel Joshua shift next to you, turning to face you
  • “If you tell me to stay,” he begins, “I will genuinely consider your opinion. I-I-I like you y/n you know this, but if I go, it’ll be for a long time.”
  • he trails off looking back up at the star
  • “Joshua,” you turn to completely face him
  • “Joshua I never expected that star to grant my wish, and yet here I am with everything I could possibly want, I could be going to a great college, my crush happens to like me back, I’m getting chocolate ice cream with him after school tomorrow and he’s sitting in front of me.”
  • he smiles as you blush but continue
  • “Everything I could have wished for is here but Joshua…” you look him in the eyes now
  • “All your dreams could still be out there. I don’t think you can see yourself clearly. You with your dorky everything playing that guitar on sundays, singing your heart out for the school on performance days, you have a shot of all of that now and even you don’t need me to convince you.”
  • you take his hand now and hear the sharp intake of breath he has as his fingers gently curl around yours
  • “You know yourself that you want to do this, and even if I had been vehemently against it, I have no doubt you would have gone and tried and done whatever it takes to succeed, because that’s the kind of person you are.”
  • “But if I go then what?” he finally breaks through your speech, “Do we just stay friends, are we not anything?”
  • you laugh
  • “God, Hong Jisoo, when were you such a romantic?”
  • “I blame all those chick flicks you made me watch with you.”
  • “Hey titanic is a classic fight me!”
  • and the both of you laugh together again this time something seemed to click again
  • suddenly you were both laughing together because you could and because you wanted to
  • and possibly because you wouldn’t have much more time to do it together
  • “So what about whatever this is?”
  • “Listen,” You start again, “go ok? Have fun, meet a bunch of people, travel the world, make five hundred best friends, see pretty girls, or guys if you want, experiment like you’re in college, write lots of emotional teenage angst songs on your guitar and just live.”
  • “And then?”
  • “And then if you decide, after seeing prettier girls, or that the world is a lot smaller than you thought, or that perhaps you’re missing home, come back. Come back if your feelings are the same.”
  • “What if they aren’t?”
  • “Then it doesn’t matter to me, because then you can find what truly makes you happy.”
  • “So all I have to do is come back?”
  • “I’ll always be here, if you come back.”

Originally posted by lonexsamurai

Part 2


anonymous asked:

Your Denki and Seri get me so shook i'm act considering them so much it's unhealthy

Nothing unhealthy about that ship anon!!!! *O* I’m glad you decided to consider it!!!!

Anon said: Just wanna say, I really like the way you colour your art!!! It’s really nice

OHHHH!!!!!! ;O; thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!!! This actually means a lot omfg <3<3<3

Anon said: Fatgum being a Dad to Kirishima and Tamaki gives me life, they’re such a gOOD family.

They’re the best family I’m so glad they both have Fatgum tbh !!!!!!!! He’s such a great man I love him a whole damn lot

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little things to love about each member of performance unit :-)


  • Like he looks and acts really cool like a damn model, but once he actually starts talking he’s just so OVERLY EXCITED AND SMILEY AND JUMPY AND IT’S THE CUTEST THING,
  • it’s a complete contrast from his stage!self.(and when he dances oh diddly darn he looks like he could kill someone, his stage presence is no joke)
  • He even calls himself the “quiet pretty boy” and that describes him 50000% like he always has his head up in the clouds as if he’s looking for something greater than what’s here on earth (srry for getting poetic but it’s true and he’s a gift from the heavens)
  • (except when it comes to his good looks of course)(if i looked like that id never let anyone forget it either tbh)
  • (but he said he’s envious of seungcheol’s confidence when they probably have the same amount of confidence like wtf)
  • and this cutie also hides snacks with him but he said that sometimes the members eat them all (awwww)
  • but I bet he never even minds, he’s such a humble boy.
  • (or aggressively showing minghao his affection lmao)
  • And on OFD when he kept being everybody’s motivational speaker and had a “DON’T GIVE UP” attitude, like they could have been stuck in a Lord of the Flies situation with half of them dead and he’s be like
  • “This is fine, guys,we’ll find a way :-)”
  • “This is fine :-)”
  • “…”
  • “We can do it if we believe! :-)”


  • ok so i’m gonna try and not be biased so god help me,
  • but he’s such a good leader honestly, like he comes up with the choreography of every song,
  • and he also let’s chan come up with some parts,
  • and he gets inspiration from the littlest of things (like a damn tissue, rlly? omg)
  • like he’s so talented and ambitious, like i forgot who said this, but someone described soonyoung as a boy who just wanted to improve his singing, and he was part of the vocal team originally, but he wanted to dance instead,
  • and he’s so caring towards the rest of them team, like he never fails to let them know that he’s also their friend.
  • AND THE WAY HE TUCKED IN CHANNIE IN OFD, like he was up after he tucked him in, so chan was literally just waiting to be tucked in and i cried so much,
  • he’s such a nice older brother to him and he’s soo cute and soo fluffy and soft and the king of squish,
  • AND THE WAY HE HOLDS THINGS WITH HIS TINY HANDS IS SO CUTE, like he grabs things with both hands kinds like a baby or a bear, OR A BABY BEAR, and he holds a microphone so preciously like he puts one hand on the bottom and one near his mouth and IT’S ADORABLE, THE SAME WHEN HE DRINKS WATER,
  • like the way he just holds himself is sooo cute.
  • Like when he smiles, his face scrunches up and his eyes almost completely close and his bunny cheeks get even more high, and then he also laughs with his entire body and he brings his hands up to face to clap in his cute way that he does, like he claps from the palm to the fingers adnjnjfevfvv and he makes himself into kinda a ball (do i make sense ajahah?)
  • He just cares so much for everyone and it just trying to make people smile, that’s all he wants. He’s such a pure soul :’-)


  • ok like with this boy you take one look at him and you go “awww he’s sooo cute :-)”
  • and you’d be right like 500000%,
  • like the way he talks so softly and his laugh is so dorky and his hair seems really soft despise it being probably dead
  • (like in 17project when he had a different hair color everyday and he looked so darn cute in all of them and when they performed everyone loved ‘the kid with the silver/blue hair’)
  • but he still somehow looks really cute ykno, lik even when he was screaming at mingyu in OFD (i swear, that show brought out their true selves) i was stilll heart eyes emoji on him.
  • but he did say thta he hated the fact that he’s so skinny and can’t put on weight :-( but he’s still really toned despise that !!!!!! like w o w
  • and the fact that he was probably was a puppy in his past life
  • likr really showing soonyoung how much he respects him but choosing woozi over him one time
  • (which resulted in a pouty soonyoung awww)
  • and the way he’s just always fanning over chan and squeezing his face like he’s the cutest little thing ever (he is)
  • and let’s not forget about his bromeo mingyu who are the kind of best friends that keep reminding everyone they’re best friends no matter how annoying it gets,
  • and idk minghao just gives me such bubbly feels ykno, like he’s so cute and sweet but also has such an independent aura around him


  • AwwwW my boyfriend channie, who everyone plus their mom love to fawn over,
  • but hey he can’t help it that he’s the cutest person in the world.
  • And like he’s honestly such a good answer which must come from his genes because his parents are also dancers wow boi.
  • And he’s so neutral evil like this fker acts like such a sweet endearing maknae but will probably break a plate and blame the hyungs so tht he can watch hell unfold bc he’s sick of them, what a babe.
  • And like he tries to be a bright person to cheer up the others which must be hard on him yknow, everyone deserves to feel down once in a while but he tries to not let it show
  • i also like the way he has just gotten used to the idea that he will probably always get fawned over for being young so HE TAKES WELL ADVANTAGE OF THAT
  • and like his voice is so deep too,
  • like in still lonely when he had tht part with hosh and HE DID UNDERTONES
  • and he’s also growing so handsome :-))!!!!
  • like we already knew he was an attractive kid
  • but he’s growing (not taller rip)
  • like his features
  • or how he kept telling the members in OFD that he’s gonna have to date one day
  • and they were all like “NOOOOOOOOOO”


dueling pianos (daveed diggs imagine)

prompt: daveed goes out to a bar where you’re performing and he stays after to talk to you

warnings: probably light swearing, alcohol, kind of shitty ending ?!1?1!!1?

word count: 1,351

a/n: idk if I want to do a part two - suggestions? xo enjoy lol

His eyes were on you from the second you started setting up. The way you moved around the keys had him lost. He couldn’t even hear you playing yet, but he was whipped. 

Renee had convinced the cast to go out to a new dueling pianos bar that she had found the week before. Daveed agreed without hesitation; the last week of shows had been excessively long and he needed to drink. A lot.

Unfortunately, the second he saw you, he sobered. Daveed found himself no longer craving alcohol, but rather just to talk with you. 

You and your partner, Peter, had sat down and were doing mic checks. You ran your fingers over the keys, playing a mindless song before placing your hangs in your lap.

“So here’s the deal,” you spoke into the microphone. “We are going to play your requests. If you really want to hear a song, then you should add something special to it.” The crowd laughed. Daveed smirked. 

Peter added on, “And if you don’t like the song we’re playing - you can outbid it! If Y/N gets a request for a dollar and you really hate that song… Two dollars, five dollars -”

“Twenty if you really want us to stop,” you added, a smile on your lips. 

There were notecards on the tables with pencils. Lin had already written out four different songs, wrapping a twenty around the requests. Daveed rolled his eyes as Lin brought them to you. 

“You guys know this one…” you said as you began playing. Honestly, you cringed slightly as you began playing. It was a classic, but working in a piano bar you played it constantly.

“Just a small town girl,” you sang.

Daveed’s heart soared. If your ability to play wasn’t enough, your voice had him melting. Lin hollered. 

Pippa and Jasmine were shouting lyrics like it was their job. Carleigh had put in Party in the USA, to which you added: 

“Six dollars to stop Miley Cyrus, and you can play whatever the hell you want!”

The requests for songs continued. Daveed was struggling - he couldn’t think of any song worth suggesting. He had a twenty in his hand, ready. But no song to accompany it. He kept thinking, but settled on American Girl, knowing he’d be back up soon with any luck. 

He was shook. The second he walked up to the piano, he forgot everything. You were even prettier up close. You hair fell on your shoulders, the top of it tied back in a little knot. You were wearing a black jacket over a tank top that was riding a little lower than appropriate. His mouth was dry.

You looked up from your seat seeing the man before you. Peter was singing, so you were adding chords here and there. Daveed placed the notecard on your piano; the corners of his lips turning up at the sight of you.

“Hey,” you breathed. 

“You’re really good,” he started. You missed it, but smiled anyways. It was loud and hard to hear. Besides, you worked in a bar - drunk men were fawning over you constantly. What made the ridiculously over attractive guy in front of you any different? You thanked him still, hoping it was a compliment about something other than your boobs. 

Looking at the song, you smiled. You made it your first priority song.

“Twenty dollars to outbid!” You laughed as you started. 

Suddenly, a bartender came over with a request. You were a little disappointed to have to stop, but saw a twenty and a one and knew the song had been outbidded. You opened the notecard to find the new request: Play chopsticks on repeat for the rest of the night.

Instantly, you laughed, reading the request to the crowd. There were excessive hollers. Daveed huffed.

You shrugged before began. G/F, G/F, G/F, G/F, G/F, G/F, G/E, G/E, G/E, G/E, G/E, G/E…

This continued for another few minutes, begging every so often for someone to bring an end to this. 

“This has never happened to me,” you giggled. Peter was in pieces. Every time he tried to say something, his laughter made the words disappear. 

After another moments, Jonathan threw twenty five dollars on the piano, asking for anything but that. When you started playing “Take Me Baby,” the cheers grew.

“Take me baby, or leave me!” You sang, a smile dancing on your lips. Your fingered graced the keys, playing with joy. 

Moments like these were ones that reminded you why you did this every night. Moments where the songs made you smile and the drunks were minimal because let’s face it - the only thing worse than drunk people was drunk singing people.

Daveed was enjoying the show more and more with each song you played. Still, he checked his watch frequently. As much as he loved listening to your performance, he wanted nothing more than for it to be over and for him to buy you a drink.

You wrapped up the concert. Slightly tense; you felt his - ridiculously stunning -  eyes on you the entire show. You considered ducking out the back, maybe to avoid complete embarrassment, but you remembered you had forgotten your phone charger on the piano. Huffing slightly, you went back out. The lights were on as it was around three and the club had been cleared out. 

The cement floor was covered with littered straw wrappers and napkins; and waiting at the bar, you noticed a curly head of hair sipping on a glass of water. Immediately, you blushed. You tried to be quiet, but managed to trip over a cable in the process. 

Daveed turned at the sounds, jumping slightly. He smiled a little, before rushing from the bar to help you up.

“Are you alright?” he asked, offering his hand.

You accepted, wanting nothing more than to escape your own awkward self. 

“Fine, thanks.” 

Daveed held your hand a beat too long before letting go. Sheepishly, he mumbled an apology. 

“I, uh, I stayed late to tell you how good you were,” he stumbled over his words, “At piano!” he added, scratching the back of his neck. You were confused. He wasn’t slurring his words.

“You mean, you’re not here to hit on me?” you asked, then instantly regretted it as his face flushed crimson.

“I mean -”

“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that,” you tried. He cocked his head to the side, “It’s just, I’m used to old guys staying after to pick me up,” you forced a laugh.

“Geez, I’m only 35 but -”

You stopped him again, “No, I - ugh. I’m sorry. Can we start over?” 

He laughed.

“Hi, I’m Daveed.”

“Y/N,” you extended your hand.

“You are very talented, Y/N.” 

You smiled. His confidence was growing; he was more comfortable with his words now.

“Thanks for coming out.”

The two of you started walking towards the exit, chatting about the show. He couldn’t help but fawn over how your hair bounced as you walked, or the way your eyes crinkled at the sides when you smile, or God, the way your legs looked in those pants.

He cut himself off. Shaking his head slightly. Looking up to you, he saw you yawn softly, then shiver.

Instinctively, he took off his jacket. You tried to say no, but he already had it wrapped around you. 

The two of you walked for another ten minutes before he flagged down a taxi for you. As you enter the cab, you started to take off his jacket. Quickly, he stopped you.

“How else will I know that I’ll see you again?” he asked, a smile toying on his lips.

You bit your lip, “Wanna get coffee sometime?” 

He nodded, scrambling to get his phone out of his jean pocket before handing it to you to add your number. 

He caught you hand as you returned the phone, pressing a light kiss to your knuckles.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he said softly.

The door shut and you were driving away, clutching his jacket a little tighter.

My Savior - A Mitch Rapp Series / Chapter One

Author’s note: Sooo I am writing again! Yayyyy!? Let’s see how long that goes *clears throat*. Well anyway, I have a few other things planned and this is one of them. I am not sure with the title so maybe I am gonna change it later but for now it’ll do…also I hope this isn’t complete trash and that you’ll like it hopefully. Idk yet how often I am gonna update this story that completely depends on how much you guys like it. As always feedback is appreciated as are suggestions! Anyway… let’s see how this turns out, shall we?

Warnings: swearing, nudity but not explicit so idk *shrugs*, violence…maybe? Slow burn relationship (yup that’s a warning)

Word count: 4,2k

Pairing: Mitch x Reader (but only further in the story)

You walked into the big dining room for the trainees, having seen Stan sitting there.

“Hey, haven’t seen you at all tod-“ you started chuckling as you approached him further. “What the fuck happened to you?” You bend over trying to compose your laughter. You only heard Stan scoff grumpily as you tried to get your shit back together.

“Are you done?” he said annoyed and you just nodded trying to look innocent but the big smile on your face just wouldn’t subside.

“It’s a nice shiner though. Haven’t seen you any prettier than that. Ever.” Stan just rolled his eyes at you and placed the bag of frozen peas back on his blue and slightly swollen eye. “No, but seriously. How’d that happen? You’ve been here all day, haven’t you?” Stan looked up at you, his face contorted in anger.

“This fucking new kid is what happened. Can we now stop talking about it? Dammit!”

“Oh, clearly someone bruised more than just your eye.” You snickered, referring to his usually unflappable big ego.

“I am gonna bruise your fucking ass if you don’t stop!” He clearly reached his tolerance of a bruised ego for one day, but you wouldn’t budge. Something about what he had said peeked your curiosity only further. It was common that you got a few shiners and generally bruises from combat training with other trainees. Even the instructors were harmed now and then but with Stan it was different though. He was the fucking best and despite that he wasn’t even there in combat training that day.

“What new kid, though? And how did he do that? And why?” You asked pointing at his eye that still laid under the bag of frozen peas. Stan rolled his other eye at you and your curiosity but also knew that either way you would find out sooner or later what had happened.

“Irene brought him in. It’s her recruit who she deemed to be a good fit for the Orion Team, but he has no military background and generally wasn’t my first pick but she wouldn’t budge so she just brought him here today and this fucking dipshit offered a hand to hand combat session so ‘I could figure out whether or not he had what it takes to make it through my selection process’ “ Stan mimicked a high pitched voice and you had to hold back another fit of laughter just seeing how freaking done he looked like. He just glared at you.

“Okay, okay I won’t say anything. Just go ahead!”

“Well whatever, in the end we both ended up in the old barn. I had him pretty good but then this little shit unwinded himself from my grip and knocked me out pretty hard.”

It was foolish from Stan to have taken the deal in the first place. Normally he knew what he got himself into. He knew the recruits and their fighting techniques and overall their strengths and weaknesses.

“I know what you’re thinking, okay! I know it was fucking foolish taking that deal in the first place but I just wanted to wipe his stupid arrogance out of his smug face! Now I probably did the fucking opposite and even fed his freaking ego! I am fucking upset as it is, you don’t have to make it worse, y/f/i.”

You hold your hands up defensively, shaking your head. “Hey, I didn’t say anything. But does that mean he’s in?”

“Looks fucking like it. You should have seen Irene’s ‘I told you so’ face. Hilarious.” He scoffed, placing the peas down on the table and walking over to the fridge and taking a beer out. “Want one?”

“No, I was just heading for the door. Wanna go for an additional run before dinner.” You shrugged and brushed his confused look off. In the last weeks you’ve kinda been over obsessive with training and even though Stan worshiped ambition , he started to worry about you and what was up with you lately .


You stripped nude after your additional ten mile run. The shower was already running. You stepped into it letting the hot water run down your body and letting it lose your muscles. With closed eyes you began massaging your favorite shampoo in your hair and relishing the smell of it, also making you feel more relaxed in an instant.

After ten minutes you were done and completely dressed in a cozy and slightly too big pullover and a pair of black leggings. Your hair were still wet when you made your way to the dining room once again. All the other trainees were already seated with their food tray in front of them. You took your own and sat down at a table alone, not feeling in the mood to make light conversation with anyone. Of course you had friends, but to tell the truth it could be hard from time to time being the only girl in the program and with barley any free time you enjoyed being alone once in a while.

You were currently sipping on your coke when someone you had never seen before came through the big double doors of the dining room. He was tall and muscular, but not as bulky as Brian was and not as lanky as Taylor. He had shaggy dark brown, nearly black, hair. But the first thing you noticed was his slightly swollen upper lip and a light bruise forming on his right cheek. That clearly had to be the new guy Stan had the fight with. A rare smile grazed your lips , something the other recruits never saw you doing, but you couldn’t help it. He had something about him that you felt drawn to and the fact that he actually looked in better shape than Stan made you want to burst out laughing. But you didn’t. As soon as the small smile creased your lips it was gone again. No one had noticed and you began digging into your food again. Ignoring the new kid completely. And anyone else for that matter.

Soon after dinner you brushed your teeth and got into bed. Exhaustion setting in and with the prospect of having to get up at five in the morning for your first morning run with the other recruits you wanted to catch some much needed sleep.

As expected Stan knocked on your door precisely at 5 am to announce that you should get ready for the 10 mile run through the woods. He swung the door open when you didn’t immediately answer that you were ready in a few. Stan was greeted with you already having your running gear on, sitting on the edge of the bed tying your running shoes.

“Well that’s a first. ”Stan said, trying to sound as encouraging as he could but in the end one could clearly hear his confusion over your behaviour. Normally, he had to literally throw you out of bed, that’s also why he always stormed in after a few seconds, knowing you probably didn’t even hear him, still being sound asleep.

You stood up and just shrugged, not really knowing what to say. Stan shook his head, turned on his heel and walked across the hall to a different room to wake the next recruit. You noticed he was knocking on the door directly across form yours. The one at the end of the long hallway which was normally unoccupied. Or at least it had been, until now. Just a few seconds passed, you barely locked your door behind you as the new guy came out of his room. His hair were slightly matted to his head on one side, showing on which side he had slept and the light beard that was appearing on his cheeks was more prominent than the day before. He turned to lock his door and was about to head in your direction, making eye contact for a split second. His features showed no emotions. There was no kindness showing in his eyes, but they weren’t cold either. More like neutral and indifferent. It was like looking in a mirror for a second, seeing yourself in him.

You briskly turned on your heel and headed towards the big reinforced door at the end of the building, feeling him on your tail.


“Okay guys you know the drill. 10 miles. On your marks. And go!” Stan said as every recruit came together for their early morning run. It was still dark out but the sun was slowly rising on the horizon, leaving the tree tops sprinkled with specks of golden light.

Everyone started running and you fell in the middle of the group, having no problem to actually go faster, but you tried not to show off too much of your capabilities. It was always better to have something up your sleeve and others underestimating you. You glanced sideways and got a glimpse of a dark haired guy. The new guy. You still didn’t know his name and neither did you know if you actually wanted to know or ask him. He would most likely just give you an alias anyway, because you would to. During training and your whole stay at the farm you weren’t even supposed to get to know one another too well, because the goal was to transform you into ultimate weapons. You don’t exist to the real world. Only a few select people knew about your existence and the Orion Team generally and therefore its purpose. You were trained under all thinkable conditions and if you made it through and not quit beforehand or got kicked out you would be one of the most lethal people walking the earth. You were assassins. Created to eliminate every threat to your home country or any country generally, to save all the innocent people who couldn’t save themselves from extremists or people helping them. So inevitably you decided to let the matter drop and set a faster pace to get away from him. You didn’t know what it was. You haven’t even exchanged one word with the mysterious man. Of course he was handsome and all but it was more than that. The fact alone that he overpowered Stan was intriguing. You shook your head trying to just forget about it and focus on the task at hand. And it worked.

You came back to the barn as one of the first. You could have easily made it first, but didn’t want to push it. Without so much as a word to anyone you made your way back to your room and then the shared bathroom. Wanting to first grab a quick shower and a change of clothes before heading for breakfast. You would be drenched in sweat in an hour anyway but you always did that. The shower refreshed you and you just felt better and fresher to start the day like that.

In the bathroom were four shower stalls, three sinks and a bench between the shower stalls so one could put their clothes and towels there. The toilets were in a separate bathroom. There weren’t any separate bathrooms for boys and girls though because frankly in the facility you were training, away from the normal CIA agents, there has never been a woman before who first: wanted to do something like that and second: made the actual cut. So no one has ever bothered to install another bathroom. But to be fair, you didn’t even care that much. The other guys knew to keep their distance and they knew your rhythms as to not disturb you and the prospect of getting severely beaten up either by you or Stan if they did something inappropriate.

You took your fresh sports leggings, top and sports bra on top of your towels and stepped out of your sweaty clothes. You grabbed your shower gel and tied your hair up in a messy bun with a hair tie that you always wore around your wrist.

You stepped into the shower and turned the water on, letting the hot water ease your muscles once again. You began rubbing your shower gel all over you body and turning around so you could wash it form your stomach. That was when you heard the door creak open. You didn’t turn around, actually not really caring who was disturbing you. It wasn’t like that has never happened before.

“Oh God, sorry. I didn’t – I mean – sorry…” You heard an unfamiliar and raspy voice echo through the bathroom. You glanced over your shoulder to see a very half naked new guy stand in just his boxers with the back to you, a towel trapped over his shoulder. Your heart sped up and you didn’t even know why.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry, you didn’t accidentally land in the girls bathroom. And it’s not like you’ve never seen that before anyways.”

You turned around. Your back now facing the wall tiles behind you. He was already looking at you and you felt your cheeks turn red, all of a sudden being shy and intimidated. He didn’t seem to notice and just shrugged. Probably to show you that he agreed with you because soon after he got rid of his boxers and got into the stall opposite from you. You tried not to look at his cute and round ass as he turned away and just got your things as fast as possible. With the towel clutched against your body, your clothes in one hand and in the other you shower utensils you got out of the steamy bathroom and quickly made your way across the hall towards your bedroom. Lucky for you that it was the closest room to the showers. Normally you would have just changed in the bathroom but now you didn’t want to stay there longer than necessary. Normally you weren’t like that. You weren’t the one who was intimidated and you certainly weren’t the one who was shy around other people. People were intimidated by you. Not the other way around. It was infuriating and you just wanted whatever hold he had over you to burn to the ground. You were angry all of a sudden. You were angry at a man whose name you didn’t even know and most importantly you were angry at yourself. This whole thing didn’t make sense to you.

You tossed the used towel in the corner of your room and put your fresh clothes on, tying your hair up in a high ponytail. As soon as you were ready you pushed your door open and went to grab some breakfast before training started around 0800.

The dining hall was already occupied with the other trainees. Everyone was there but the new guy. You grabbed your food tray and walked over to the table where Oliver and Marcus sat, the people you would come closest to consider your friends.

“Hey, Mal. How’s it going?” Oliver asked as you sat down next to him and opposite Marcus, who only gave you a small smile and a curt nod which you returned.

“Good, I guess. Not much going on.” You shrugged, digging through your scrambled eggs, not feeling all too hungry suddenly.

Marcus leaned in over the table and whispered “Have you seen the new guy though? Heard he’s the one who gave Stan that massive shiner!” You glanced back over your shoulder seeing how he just came through the double doors and taking his food to an unoccupied table.

“I heard his name is Harry.” Oliver stated.

You glanced sideways at him with a frown edged on your face. A look that said that he couldn’t possibly believe that. You didn’t even know if Oliver and Marcus were their real names. They didn’t know yours either. For them you were Malia so you could pretty much guess that Harry wasn’t his actual name.

“Okay I know that’s probably not his real name, but that’s what I’ve heard. “ Oliver shrugged.

“Yeah, whatever.” You said trying to sound disinterested. “Not that I care anyway.”

“But do you know anything about the incident with Stan?” Marcus asked, looking at you with an arched eyebrow.

You just shrugged signaling that even if you would know something, you wouldn’t tell him. For a split second you could see the disappointment in his eyes but it was gone in a mere instant, so you weren’t even sure if it was ever there.

“Get your asses up! We’ll meet in five!” Stan yelled above the light chatter between the trainees.

“Okay, so there are five different stations and I want you to try all of them and work especially hard on those where you lack skills.” Stan began explaining your first exercise for that day. “First station is the normal gun range. Both with moving and still targets. Second one is the sniper range where different possibilities are being simulated. Third one is dagger throwing. Forth is hand to hand combat with your partner. And last but not least is a small parkour. Now get in pairs of two and start!”

You walked over to Marcus wanting to team up with him, but being too late because Oliver was already at his side and they made their way to the first station. You looked around, no one was free anymore. You shrugged not wanting to be social anyways and made your way towards the station where daggers were thrown. You didn’t actually need practice in any of the exercises but Stan still wanted you to train with the other trainees.

You picked one of the daggers up, spinning it in your hand. Throwing it in the air and catching it on the right end every time as you made your way to your mark, as someone tapped your shoulder. As a reflex you brought the dagger up, spinning around and holding it against the intruders throat. Applying a bit of pressure, but not as much as to draw blood.

He stared back at you, at first confused but he instantly relaxed as you brought the dagger down from his throat but he noticed that you still held it up in a way that showed you still held a defensive position and would use force if he came any closer or touched you again.

He looked down at you and you realized it was the first time that you could actually see his eyes. They were a warm honey color and seemed to glow in the light.

“Guess we’re partners.” Harry said while pointing at the other stations, showing that they were all occupied with pairs of two. Leaving him and you to team up. You shrugged nonchalantly, turned around again, while bringing the dagger over your shoulder and using your momentum to throw it. Bullseye. You grabbed another dagger from the desk next to you and threw it, this time without you turning first, just using the momentum of your arm. Bullseye. Next you grabbed two daggers at once, threw both of them at the same time. Bullseye. Not that you were surprised. Throwing daggers was one of your favourite practices. And you had a lot of practice. It would be more shocking to you if you wouldn’t be able to hit like that.

“Don’t look that surprised!” You said over your shoulder, seeing Harry stand there with his arms crossed over his chest. Eyes slightly widened. “Your turn.” You stepped aside, gesturing towards the table that still had four daggers on it and the target next to yours.

Harry stepped forward confidently, took a dagger from the table, grabbed it tight and brought his hand over his shoulder with amazing speed and thrusted forward with such speed you had a hard time following his arm with your eyes. The dagger hit right in the center of the target. Bullseye. Just like you’ve gotten earlier.

“Not bad.” You complimented.

“Now, you look surprised.” Harry said over his shoulder, a smug grin on his face. You just shrugged, watching as he got another dagger and swung it again, hitting slightly off the middle, but still a solid shot. The next two daggers hit Bullseye too, and the two of you started moving towards a new station. Changing with Brian and Tom, who just finished at station 4. Hand to hand combat.

You got in position on the mat. Having your left foot placed a few inches before the right one and being in a crouching position with your hands up by you head. Harry took the same position opposite from you.

“Don’t hold back on me, Harry.” You said while the both of you started to walk in a circle around one another. It looked like two predators getting ready to fight for their territory. “Just because I am a girl, doesn’t mean I won’t whip your ass.”

A small smile edged on the corner of his lips as he leaped forward with his fist, you ducking just in time, hitting him in his side which now was unprotected due to the fact, that he hadn’t brought his arm back quickly enough to protect it from any blows. He hunched forward, his breathing came out in pained pants. That only lasted a few seconds though because as soon as he recovered from the hard punch he leaped forward again, grabbing your arm with the other hand and swung you over his shoulder and onto the mat. As soon as you laid there he was on top of you, still holding your arm in a deathly grip. You struggled against his grip and him straddling your waist but the pressure on your arm just got worse. He inched his face closer to yours, not realizing his mistake. Because as soon as he was kind of hovering over you your forehead made contact with his. His grip around your arm loosened for only a second, but it was enough time for you to unwind out of his grip and before he even knew what hit him, he slumped back on the mat with your thighs wrapped around his neck, applying enough pressure so it was hard for him to breathe properly, but not enough that you could cause any real damage. Harry started clawing at your legs, trying to get his hands between them and his throat, in order to unwind, but soon gave up as he realized that it just used his strength and didn’t do any good for him. His next move though caught you off guard, because normally in a position like that, every other recruit you ever trained with, tapped the mat, signaling that they gave up. Harry however swung his legs above his head, using his momentum to roll over his left shoulder, leaving your legs still around his neck, but significantly more loose and now it was easy for him to fully get free from your grip.

You stood up as fast as you could, looking down at him and just as he wanted to get up himself you kicked him in his rips. Your kick hit him with such force that he rolled onto his back. You focused on his exposed throat once again. This time with both your hands, squeezing tightly. Subconsciously you felt that you lost control. Starting to not see this as practice anymore, but more like a legit fight. You had problems keeping your temper in check, that wasn’t new but in the last past months after you had been the reason another trainee was sent to the hospital, you started to realize that you couldn’t go on like that any longer. You became much better at keeping your anger under control but right in that moment you felt something boiling within you and your vision started to blur. Reality and fiction seemed to mix and you weren’t able to make out what was real anymore. In front of you, you didn’t see Harry. In front of you laid Ahmed al Abdad. Someone you’ve been after for over ten years now and the very reason you were in that training room right now. Someone who hadn’t paid for his sins yet, but you would make sure that soon he did pay. Your grip tightened further, the man on the mat started to choke.

“Malia! Stop! You’re going to kill him!” someone yelled to your left, but it sounded so far away. Tears formed in your eyes, rolling down your cheeks and the pressure on your grip once again increased. “Malia!”

Suddenly you felt a hard blow to your stomach, coming from underneath you. You flew over Harry and landed on your back. He had managed to get his feet under you and pushed you away from him. Harry started to cough violently, trying to breathe. Someone was already rushing to his side and through your tear filled eyes you saw someone hovering over you, scooping you up and carrying you outside. You struggled against his grip, screaming even but soon realized that it was to no use and you should probably save your strength. Though, before you actually had the chance to calm down, a hard blow to your temple knocked you out and everything went dark.


I uploaded it via phone therefore couldn’t edit it properly. Will do that later though!

Enemies to lovers w/ Renjun
  • i f i n a l l y got a renjun request, i’M SO HAPPY
  • i feel like this would be kind of hard to do tho bc baby renjun is so pure like how can someone hate on him am i right
  • i mean yeah sometimes he rlly hates jeno and he’s really grumpy when you wake him up bUT he just needs more patience lmao
  • even tho, i don’t believe a 100% that he’s the purest member of the dream team
  • not saying that the other one’s are not i just don’t think he’s THAt cute and innocent, idk he gives em those vibes
  • i really miss his black hair btw bUT THE BLONDE HAIR LOOKS SO GOOD TOO
  • but it doesn’t matter, let’s start
  • okay so,,,, first of all, it wasn’t always a hate relationship. actually, in the beggining, y’alls friendship was really cute and sweet
  • he would always treat you kindly and would try to help you even w the smallest things, especially if you’re younger than him
  • mostly it was bc he really cared about you, but, the truth is that since the beggining had a crush on you, he would talk all the time about you
  • “y/n was so beautiful yesterday, i have no doubts that she probably looks even prettier today”
  • “y/n’s outfit was so pretty, she looked so cute today”
  • “wow, y/n just gets more and more beautiful everyday”
  • ugh, those months were gold for both of you tbh
  • but as his feeling grow more and more everyday he would get more protective & jealous of you and would notice lots of things
  • like your inside jokes w jaemin, how comfortable you felt around chenle, how jeno and you had no secrets at all in y’alls friendship..
  • and, you know when u really like someone but you don’t know how to talk to them so you start bothering the shit out of them to get their attention??
  • well, that was his first reaction to his jealously and to the whole situation
  • he would create arguments w you on purpose and tease you about everything 24/7
  • and it was kind of funny for you the first times bc he was just playing around ya know
  • but he would start to get really fvcking annoying
  • and past like a month or so you find yourself basically hating on him and talking shit about him 24/7 w the other members
  • “renjun is so stupid, i almost got hurt bc of him today”
  • “renjun started a rumour of me liking him, h i m, ew, disgusting, never”
  • “probably even moomin hates him”
  • and the other dreamies were sO DONE
  • and king donghyuck was the one who actually let you know about the whole situation
  • “you talk about him just as much as he talks about you, both of you are unbearable"
  • and you were like wAIT REPEAT THAT
  • and he told you everything, everything , e v e r y t h i n g and you felt so stupid
  • and you also kind of realize that you may have some feelings for jun too
  • like, this past days you have been thinking about him a lot and ugh he’s just so precious?? like?? an actual angel???
  • “donghyuck, make a plan for us were we can confess to each other in the end”
  • “forget about it, stop being so immature and just go and tell him”
  • “y/n, there’s literally a 0% of probability of him rejecting you”
  • “y’all are seriously made for each other”
  • and you were like uGHgGHg, but he was right after all
  • so you started with small steps, like actually giving him the attention he wanted in the beggining and taking care of him in obvious ways
  • “renjun, don’t go there, it’s dangerous”
  • “hey, so, i was with kun the other day and he insisted on giving you this moomin plushie that i found”
  • “renjun? i bought you some of your favorite candy, do you want some?”
  • basically a tsundere all the way
  • and his heart would beat so fast whenever you start being like this and would get so smiley and shy
  • and there you are both of you super blushy and smiley and hOW CUTE 
  • and all this cute actions from your part would motivate him to treat you again in that sweet and caring way
  • eventually y’all would talk in a more chill way and would be friends “again”
  • and since y’all are making your feelings so obvious this time y’all would be all skinship and compliments 24/7
  • so the dreamies went back in the game, lmao
  • they invited you to the dorms so all of you can watch some movies together and have like a fun night together
  • but in the end this little devils just went to the 127 dorms and let you and renjun alone
  • and it was great, tbh, y’all played around and talked a lot
  • and instead of wacthing those boring action films y’all watched moomin as y’all were cuddling together under the bedsheets
  • and you planned a few ways to confess to him but still were a bit scared of it, ya know
  • but you also knew that if it wasn’t now it would never happen
  • so just went for it
  • “renjun?”
  • “i have to tell you something”
  • he would look at you and smile at you widely, making your heart go cray cray
  • “no, you don’t.” 
  • “did no one tell you that actions speak louder than words?”
  • and, oh my god, he would get really closer to you and leave a kiss on your lips in a really sweet way
  • but then he would separete and cover his face with his hands
  • “oH mY GoD i’m SorRy i gOt ShYYY”
  • and you were in so much pain because how can someone be so damn adorable????
  • so y’all spent like ten minutes just laughing and blushing like idiots
  • but then he would hug your figure and kiss your cheek sweetly
  • “i guess you’re finally mine, y/n”
  • “right?”
  • and he would look at you with so much love
  • “maybe i can answer that with an action instead of words, uhm?”
  • “please do”
Imagine.. Sticking up for the Losers Club

Originally posted by paper-boats-floats

I got bored and kinda.. yeah.. request?

   School. Hell. The one place on earth NOBODY wanted to be at, even for the smartest of kids. It’s not even that the teachers are bad, its because of a group of four boys. They were all around bad, but their “leader” was the worst. Henry Bowers. He thought he was tough shit, he brought fear into a good portion of the children at the school. He pretty much picked on everyone, but his favorite people to torture happened to be the Losers Club. We don’t understand why but that’s just how he was. 

    It was a new day, but it still felt the same. It was the day before summer vacation, the day before the last day of school. It was also a weekend. It was Sunday, and there was a new girl in town. Her name was Y/N. She wasn’t familiar to the ways of the town, nor was she familiar with Henry and his goons. You see, back at her old school Y/N was the girl that never spoke, never did anything to help those who needed it. She also turned her back on people, hid inside of herself. She did this so she never got the bad end of things. So, she acted as if she never knew that her neighbor was being bullied. She ignored the kids cry for help when she’d walk past them being beaten to a pulp by the local bullies. This time, it’ll be different.

    Y/N walked the small, but crowded, streets of Derry, Maine. She looked around at everything, taking in her new surroundings, her new home. This place was far larger and much prettier than the small mining town she had come from. She also noticed that it felt odd in the town, like something dark lingered. She even noticed that the adults acted like nothing was ever truly wrong, even her own parents. 

   While walking she heard some kids yelling, probably out of anger, she didn’t know. She wasn’t going to go investigate what was going on until she heard them start screaming for help. She froze on the spot, memories of her old town coming into play. How she never helped anyone, how she turned a blind eye, acting like nothing was happening. She looked towards where the shouts were coming from, she bit her lip nervously. She didn’t know what to do, but soon enough she found herself in the alley way with 6 boys and 1 girl screaming and being pummeled by a group of boys. 

“HEY!” She heard herself yell. Before she realized what she was doing she was standing face to face with a boy who looked really pissed off and had a mullet. “What do you think you’re doing to these kids?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest and staring at the agitated male in front of her. Her heart was racing but her face said ‘Try me bitch’. 

“Why don’t you mind your own business, new girl.” He growled, followed by a snort and some laughter from behind him. Y/N rolled her eyes and just stared at him with a ‘really?’ look on her face. 

“One, names not New Girl its Y/F/N Y/L/N. Two, I asked you a question.” She said. She wasn’t about to back down, she use to ignore this stuff all the time and now she isn’t going to idly stand by while some kids get the shit beaten out of them. She didn’t care if she didn’t know them. She also didn’t care if this tall male was standing in front of her trying to be scary, all she saw was him being pathetic. “So are you going to answer my question?” She said once more.

“Do you not know who you’re talking to? I’m Henry Bowers and I don’t have to listen to some bitch like you.” He told her. She just rolled her eyes at him and tsked. She gave him chances to explain himself, and he just wouldn’t. She just stared at him for a couple minutes, even felt the stares of the seven kids behind her and three to the left of her. After what felt like an hour she brought her fist up and decked him in the nose. Henry went down holding his nose and cursing loudly. “YOU BITCH!” He yelled before him and his goons ran off. 

“Woah.. you just punched the Sheriffs son… and you’re a girl!” She heard one of the boys behind her say. She chuckled and turned around to face them. She smiled and waved at them, laughing nervously. 

“Like.. HOLY SHIT!” Another kid said with huge glasses on his face that magnified his eyes. She only laughed at him asked them what had happened. After they explained to her that Henry and his goons always patronized them and that it’s just what they do in their pass time she frowned. She didn’t understand why people bullied others, yet she never understood why she never helped those in need until now..

   Later that day she saw the group of kids again and they yelled her name, asking her if she wanted to hangout with them and go to quarry, which she happily agreed to, after getting their names.

Uhhhhhhh, hope you guys liked this? First time doing an imagine sooo… -Lola

anonymous asked:

AYAHINA GODDESS! give me the forbidden ayahina smut 35 + (or) 84 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

35. “Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you.”
65. “Look at me—just breathe, okay?”
83. “Just once.”
84. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

Combining because I lack the drive to write too much smut lmao. Smut’s never been my cup of tea to be honest. Yet, you guys are always asking for Ayahina smut and I wrote one unexplicit one before, but here’s full-on explicit Ayahina fucking. Also I see anon called me the Ayahina goddess and that’s not necessarily true buuuutt awww thanks! ( ´ ∀ `)ノ~ ♡

Under the cut because this is smut as hell and also this became a 3k-word long fic instead. :p

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Cocky best friend (taehyung) asks you out!

@taepumpkin asked: my soulmate (oh wait i took it back didnt i?) okay well can you do an imagine (however long or short ya want) with tae as my soon to be boyfriend so he’s like my cocky bestfriend and it HAS to be humorous and fluffy bc im the hyper type lmao! thanks soulmate!! ❤️ (WITH MY NAME AKA Sara)

“Yah ugly!” was the first thing you heard when you walked out of your apartment that was right by Taehyungs apartment. It was a blessing and a curse… “what do you want Shrek” you sarcastically yelled back at him. People always thought you hated each other but it was quite the opposite really, he was your best friend. “I’m hungry” he whined “starve” you said as you led him into your apartment before he raided your whole kitchen. This was your way of talking to each other you didn’t get butt hurt because you knew you both meant well and this was just a weird way to show how much you love each other; insulting each other until one of you gave up and ended up doing the opposite. “hey Sara, you have no food!” “that’s because your ass ate it all! I went shopping yesterday!” “well you must be blind because all I see is a bunch of salt.” “bitch” you mumbled under your breath. You went out with taehyung like how you did every weekend but this time it felt different there was a different vibe around you two. “hey, Sara, don’t I look way prettier then you in this jacket” he said with a smirk earning him a playful slap followed by a lot of giggles from the both of you. Just like any weekend you spent with him girls would be looking at him in awe and staring at you in jealousy “I honestly don’t see it Tae” “see what?” “how so many girls pine over you I mean look at you” you said barely holding in your laughs. “Yah wow Sara so rude so mean” he said also giggling. Tae wouldn’t stop staring at you and you felt it, you liked it but you couldn’t let him know that “hey why do you keep staring. you stalker!” “nah I’m just trying to teach myself not to throw up whenever I look at your face” he said with the biggest boxy smile. “Rude!” was the only thing you said before some guy walked up to you and asked for your number. You were caught off guard and didn’t know what to say you were mumbling words about how your phone was in your purse. You could feel taehyung get mad, you didn’t know why he got mad but he was mad. He stared at the dude as if he said one more word he would break his neck. It kind of scared you but it was hot you had to admit. You were still stumbling with your phone before taehyung interrupted saying something about how they had to go and she already had a boyfriend. He pulled you alongside him trying to get as far away from that guy as possible. “whoa there tae why’d you pull me away from the guy” you whined “I don’t have a boyfriend.”. “ha you couldn’t even get a word out, I saved you ass!” he was trying to joke but you could see that there was more to it than just ‘saving your ass’ “come on Sara he asked you for your number in a mall…” “yeah so?? Tae what if that was the man of my dreams and you just pulled me away from him!?” you joked around but he wasn’t having it. “come on tae, I’m joking” you nudged him. “hey Sara?” he looked up at you with what you thought were the cutest eyes “I didn’t want you getting that guys number

b-because I like you….” “tae…” you said in shock you’ve had a crush on your best friend since you first met him but have put your feelings aside as to not ruin anything “Sara will you be my girlfriend?” “oh so that’s why you didn’t want me to let that guy have my number I see I see” he looked at you almost scared at what your reaction is going to be? he didn’t want to make a fool of himself and end up losing you but he really just needed to have you be his “Sara your mine you idiot” “bitch of course I’m yours I’ve been yours since I first met you” “yah now that’s just weird” you both giggled before you pulled him in for a kiss. With both your lips locked with each other you stayed like that for a while before he moved and hugged you “Sara I’m happy your officially mine” “me too tae” you said with a huge smile on your face. You now knew you were with your real dream guy.

A/N: lol wow the ending was kind of sappy and I’m sorry I couldn’t think of anything and thought it was cute anyways this was requested by my soul mate @taepumpkin she’s the best check out her Tumblr too she does really good stuff! Idk how well this was I did say I was bad at imagines and scenarios and that’s why she picked one THNX SARA but I tried and I think it turned out ok??? Sorry if it kind of sucked I tried. K night y’all see ya later~

Our Mistakes and Our Love (E.D)

A/N: This is my first song fanfic and I’m not sure I even did it right.
Idk enjoy :)
Song: Stone Cold by Demi Lovato.

Originally posted by medicinalmccall

I smiled as I watched all the happy couples dance. But then my eyes met his hazel ones. The ones I loved. The ones that stared right through my soul. He broke contact first and then flashed a bright smile at his girlfriend. I frowned and looked down at my hands.

Stone cold
Stone cold
You see me standing
But I’m dyin’ on the floor

I couldn’t deny it. I still loved him. I couldn’t help it, who wouldn’t fall in love with a man like him? Ethan Grant Dolan.
His smile, it lit up the entire room. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside and caused my heart to skip a beat.
His eyes, they sparkled like the moon as it casted an everlasting glow onto the ocean.
His scent, it was mesmerizing. You could literally get lost in how amazing Ethan Dolan smelled.
His touch, it felt like god had blessed you. His rough but soft fingers slid down my skin and I could still feel it. They left a trail of fire behind that was still aflame.
His voice, drowned out everything else in the world and all I could focus on was him. Ethan.

Stone cold
Stone cold
Maybe if I don’t cry
I won’t feel anymore

But he was gone. And for the stupidest reason too. He left me. He never even told me why he left, he just..left. It broke my heart. I sat and cried, and I repeatedly asked myself what did I do wrong? How did I ruin us? How could I fix this? But it wasn’t even me to blame. It was him. He left me not the other way around, I was allowed to be heartbroken but not allowed to blame myself for that heartbreak.

Stone cold
God knows I try to feel
Happy for you
Know that I am

I watched as he laughed at a joke his girlfriend made. He looked happy. I want him to be happy, but how can I wish him the happiness that he took away from me? It just wasn’t right. You aren’t allowed to just..break someone’s heart like that and not even give them a valid reason for doing so. I haven’t seen Ethan ever since the break up and that was 6 months ago. I’m wondering now if he still even thinks about it. Thinks about it as much as I do. Maybe not as much considering it’s on my mind 24/7 but..does he even know I’m here?

Even if I can’t understand
I’ll take the pain
Give me the truth
Me and my heart
We’ll make it through
If happy is her
I’m happy for you

To this day I never understood what went wrong, why Ethan Dolan left me. I just wanted the truth, I could’ve handled it. Hell, I’ve survived 6 months with blaming myself for being a horrible girlfriend, the least he could’ve done was tell me it wasn’t my fault. Reassure me. Calm me. Comfort me. But no. What he does is find a new girlfriend. Someone better, smarter, kinder, and a hell lot more prettier than I was. If she’s what he was looking for..then so be it.

Stone cold
Stone cold
You’re dancing with her
While I’m staring at my phone

Damn it. This was supposed to be a happy day. A day celebrating the newly wedded couple. Not the day where I sulk and reminisce in me and Ethan’s past relationship. My eyes met his again, but this time his eyes didn’t sparkle. No. They glimmered with sympathy and sadness. What happened now? What made Ethan Dolan sad? Was it the fact I was here? I could leave if he wanted me to. There was no reason for him to- maybe I was over thinking this…what if he’s just thinking like I am.

Thinking about us.

Stone cold
Stone cold
I was your amber, but now
She’s your shade of gold

What us? There probably was never an us. What am I saying..our love was real. The picnic dates, endless sleepovers. The tickle fights and disney movie marathons. Even the break-up. It was all real. I couldn’t lie about that. But I can’t help but judge myself. All I need is confirmation, that it wasn’t my fault. Its scarred me. I judge every little thing about myself now, wondering if it was good enough for Ethan to love. I compared myself. To the girls in the magazines and on instagram. To his new girlfriend. What did she have that was better than me?

Don’t wanna be stone cold
I wish I could mend this
But here’s my good-bye

I stood up from my seat abruptly and made my way towards the exit. I know it was wrong of me to leave on my friends wedding day without any sort of legitimate excuse but I would just call her tomorrow and explain everything. She was my bestfriend, she’d understand. I hoped.
I walked outside and hailed a cab. They pulled over and right before I could step inside. A muscular arm grabbed my hand and tugged me back towards it’s owner. I turned around and choked back a sob when I saw him.

Oh, I’m happy for you
Know that I am
Even if I can’t understand
If happy is her
If happy is her
I’m happy for you.

“Why?” Was all I could say. He seemed to know what I meant as he let out a deep sigh. As if on cue it started to rain, great. This day couldn’t get any better. “I still love you.”
“No!” I shouted and retracted my hand from his grip. I balled my hands up into fists and lunged them at his chest. He caught them with each strike.

“You do NOT, get to put me through all of that shit and come out here to say you still have feelings for me.” I cried and slammed the door shut of the cab. They drove off leaving me and Ethan, standing out on the middle of the sidewalk on a dark and gloomy night. His hair was plastered to his forehead and he had bags under his eyes. “Im sorry.” He whispered. I shook my head and laughed harshly. “No, no you’re not. If you were, you would’ve never put me through that.” I huffed and lunged my tiny fists back at him again. This time he let me hit him, as hard as I could. After a while I stopped and collapsed in his arms. We both fell down onto the soaking wet ground and I gripped his tux with my trembling hands. “What did I do wrong?” I sobbed into his chest. “Why didn’t you want me?”

“It wasn’t you Y/N. Please, I swear. It was me. I thought that I didn’t deserve you, I thought that if I let you go you’d find someone better and worthy of you-”
“No! You cant do that Ethan!” I cried. “What?” He asked a bit taken back. “You can’t just assume those things! You were perfect, maybe too perfect for me. I was happily content with the way things were between us and you had to go and screw it all up!” I was fuming, just because he thought he wasn’t good enough didn’t mean he could go and fuck up our whole relationship. I was pulled out of my thoughts when Ethan’s large, shaking hands flew up to grasp my face. I gasped at his oh, so, familiar touch as he drew our faces closer. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long. And I’m so sorry.” Ethan whispered and let a sob escape his lips as he pressed his wet forehead against mine. His hair stuck to my forehead as well while the tears continued to stream down his cheeks. I brought my thumb up to wipe them away gently and I gave him a teary eyed smile. “I still love you. I never stopped. So you better kiss me right now Dolan or I’ll regret even coming here tonight.”
And with that said, his lips were on mine. He moved against me slowly and passionately as the bud of his thumbs rubbed small circles onto my cheeks. His teeth grazed my bottom lip and I couldn’t help but let out a soft, quiet moan. I guess Ethan heard it because he hummed against my mouth in satisfaction as a response.

A perfect fit it seemed like.
The lock to my key.
The honey to my bee.
The end to our story. Of our mistakes and our love.

iswearidonthavet-mbl-r  asked:

Of course, of course! Let me use names, it might make it more understandable :) But feel free to switch their roles! "Modern AU: Clarke can't sleep at night; Bellamy often wakes up with nightmares. He ends up seeing all of her late night Snapchats and Instagram posts. Cue adorable late night talks, etc." Hope this helps!

I twisted it a little bit because Im incapable of writing angst… So it’s Bellamy having weird dreams and Clarke not sleeping at night! Social Media Au!

thank you @bellamybb for reading this over! tagging some people who showed interested in this @francyfifty @prongsno​ and also @selflessbellamy@marauders-groupie@boob-morley@hiddenpolkadots​ because i want your thoughts on this

Keeping me up at night

Clarke Griffin: Should I stop drinking coffee or should I continue not sleeping at night?

           Octavia Blake, Raven Reyes, Wells Jaha and 6 others liked this.

           Wells Jaha: you’re gonna die at 30

           Raven Reyes: you could never stop drinking coffee. Rip friend. Nice knowing you.

Clarke wasn’t a big sleeper. Ever had been. Apparently, she didn’t need a lot of sleep to function.

However, she needed a lot of caffeine.

Her phone vibrated with a new Facebook notification: Bellamy Blake commented on your post.

          Bellamy Blake: I knew you were a fake. I don’t sleep at night by my own means thank you very much.

She smiled and immediately answered.

           Clarke Griffin: yeah you’re right. Coffee got me awake since im a baby…

           Bellamy Blake: clearly. Don’t do drugs kids.

She didn’t know Bellamy that well. She only met him once for one of Octavia’s birthday party but they somehow ended up following each other on most social medias. She wasn’t complaining because he was fun and he seemed to not sleeping at nights, just like her, and they always ended up talking through the night… She liked him.

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Drinking Alone

Warren Worthington iii x Reader

A/N: This wasn’t requested and I have about five hundred other things to be doing but I listened to Last Week’s Alcohol by Kerrigan and Lowdermilk and it just? Idk but I could see it in my mind so I had to write it 

Tags @kurtwxgners @put-in-writing @v-writings @notsofastmaximoff @rax-writes @shayara @raypclmer @emmcfrxst

Warnings: Drinking/alcohol

Loud electronic music thrums through the crowded house party and scenes from yesterday’s fight play on repeat in his mind. It takes a conscious effort for Warren to uncurl his hands from the fists they had somehow formed. There’s a pretty girl trying to make eye contact with him across the room, but all he sees is you. The hurt in your eyes and the way you had pulled away from him.

I can’t think when you’re around. I need space. I need to think.

He doesn’t realise he’s reaching for his phone in his pocket till he’s staring down at your contact information on the screen. Against his better judgement, he starts writing a text.

I’m sorry. No, not good enough. Try again. Can we talk? Pathetic. Start over. I miss you.

He deletes the text and repockets his phone without sending anything. The girl across the room is starting to make her way over, and somehow, a smile is tugging at his lips. It feels like a lie. Warren raises his glass and knocks back the last of his drink. It’s his fourth. Or maybe his fifth. It’s all starting to run together and he can’t bring himself to really care. His phone vibrates and his hands clench into fists again. It’s you. He knows it’s you. He doesn’t check, though. Can’t make himself check. What if it isn’t you.

I need space.

The walls start to feel like they’re caving in on him, like he’s suffocating; drowning in the crowd. The music feels very far away and Warren doesn’t want to be here, but he doesn’t want to go home. Doesn’t want to go back to his empty apartment. Being surrounded by people is better. There’s less thinking involved. He’s still lonely, but it’s a different type of lonely and it’s better. He has to believe that this is better. His phone buzzes, reminding him of the text he just received but he still doesn’t check it. It probably isn’t you. He surges to his feet, looking for another drink. Something to do with his hands, something to occupy his mind. Something to make him forget, if only for now.

He catches a glimpse of you across the crowded room and the fucking floor feels like it’s falling out from under him. The girl smiles and she isn’t you and Warren almost laughs because he’s pretty sure he’s losing his goddamn mind. Maybe it’s the alcohol burning through his veins. You’re everywhere he looks but you’re not here and it’s been barely twenty-four hours since he last saw you and he misses you so completely, so painfully that he thinks his heart might stop. He’s going insane. That has to be it. He’s lost his fucking mind. Scenes from last night flash through his mind. You’re standing away from him, standing by the door. You’re leaving. Telling him not to call.

His phone is in his hand again, though he doesn’t remember when he reached for it. Your contact information is on the screen and the photo of you tucked against his side feels like a punch to the gut. His knuckles are white where he’s gripping his beer bottle too tightly. It’s not like you were his. Not properly, not yet. Not anymore. Three perfect weeks. That’s all he was allowed and he’s finding it almost funny that he didn’t know better; that he thought he could have something good and that it could last. You said don’t call, but he’s never been one for following instructions. He stares at your picture for a second longer before slipping his phone back into his pocket. He’s never pretended to be brave. Yesterday’s fight is playing in his mind for the thousandth time that night.

“Warren, you don’t do relationships, so how am I any different? How am I-fuck, I just-how am I supposed to trust that this is different? That this’ll work out?” You’re fighting back tears and your hands are shaking and he feels like he’s frozen in place, like he’s slowly falling apart from the inside and there’s nothing he can do to stop it. “I can’t-don’t just tell me that it will. Please don’t just expect me to believe you when you say you won’t hurt me-I-it’s-fuck. I can’t-everything feels off in my head, I need to think. I can’t think when you’re around. I need space. I need to think. I can’t be here right now.” You’re opening the door, walking away from him. When you turn back, his heart heaves it’s self into his throat. “Please-it’s-this isn’t-don’t call me.”

Warren downs his drink and blindly reaches for another, shoving the memory away.  

The pretty girl from across the room earlier has made her way to him, and she’s even prettier up close but when he smiles at her, it feels like someone else is prompting his movements. He doesn’t feel like he’s here, doesn’t want to feel like he’s here. He doesn’t want to feel anything right now, but the persistent ache in his chest is radiating through him, making him painfully, deeply aware of every second ticking by. The girl leans in close, grabs his hand, pulls him out to dance and he doesn’t have the strength to resist, so he goes with her. The music is loud and demanding and it directs his movements, muscle memory taking over as he moves with the girl. She’s pressing close, an arm draped around his neck and her smile has a suggestive edge to it. Warren feels like an outside observer looking in because it doesn’t feel like he has any control over his actions. He doesn’t want her, doesn’t want to be dancing with her, but he can’t make himself pull away. Her lips graze over the shell of his ear as she presses closer still, and suddenly he’s called back to another house party, weeks ago, similar to this one and yet infinitely different.

His arms are around your waist and he can feel your breath ghosting over his skin and you’re looking at him like there’s no one else in the world who matters and the sudden rush of sheer, unadulterated want that courses through him is dizzying. Your body is warm against his and though the room is crowded, his attention is entirely on you and when you smile at him, he feels like his heart is going to pound out of his chest. You’ve always been too good for him.

His entire body tenses up at the memory, like there’s an electric current searing through him, yanking him from his inertia. This isn’t where he wants to be. His apartment flashes in his mind again. The fight wasn’t even really a fight. It wasn’t big or loud or violent but it left him utterly shattered, and he hadn’t realised just how invested he was in you being there till you walked out.

I can’t think when you’re around.

He can’t breathe. The crowd is pressing in on him and he can’t fucking breathe.

The song is over and he pulls away, making some feeble excuse and all but stumbling for the door. He needs air. The house is full of people and the heat is rising and the walls are closing in and he feels like he’s suffocating so he stumbles out, away from the house, towards the street. Pushing clumsily through the gate, Warren’s feet hit the sidewalk and he feels like his lungs work again. He only gets a second’s reprieve though, because suddenly he registers that you’re standing there. You’re only a few feet away from him and you look like you’ve been crying and this has to be some kind of fucking hallucination because there’s no way you’re here.

Don’t call me.

The silence feels like it weighs a goddamn ton, like it’s crushing him where he stands. Your hands are shaking and you take a deep, steadying breath.

“Don’t-don’t say anything, just-I’m sorry. I’m sorry about-and the-I left. I shouldn’t have. I’m just-fuck, I’m so scared. I want you; I want to be with you, but god Warren, I’m so scared. This scares me.” You gesture helplessly at the space between the two of you and you look so small somehow, so vulnerable that it’s taking all of his limited self-control not to just reach for you. Not to pull you in close and hold you and tell you that it’s all okay. His body is screaming to just step towards you but he bites down on the impulse, instead standing frozen in place.

“I’m scared too,” Warren says softly, hesitantly. The look of tentative hope that crosses your face is enough to make him keep going. “I don’t-it’s-my shitty track record with relationships is my fault, but I want to be with you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone before.” His hands are shaking now and he shoves them into his pockets, hoping you won’t notice. This kind of painful honesty is dizzying, but he’s made it this far so he might as well keep going. He owes you that much. “But the idea of hurting you-it scares the shit out of me. This is fucking terrifying but I want to make it work. I want us to work.” His breathing is unsteady and you’re standing as still as a goddamn statue and he’s sure, he knows he’s done something wrong. Said too much too soon. Scared you off. He tries to think of something to say, some way to defuse the situation, to persuade you that he isn’t a fucking catastrophe of a person, that-

You fling yourself at him, your arms going around his neck as you collide with him, knocking him back a step as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in close, burying his face against the crook of your neck, breathing you in. You’re here. You want him.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper against his skin as you cling to him. Warren doesn’t know how to say that you don’t need to apologise, that everything you said to him last night was justified, that it’s a fucking miracle that you’re here, that you want him, so he doesn’t say anything. He just gently tilts your head up towards his and leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips, and the little sigh you let out as he kisses you is like a rush of pure exhilaration because you feel like every good thing there is in the world and somehow, for some reason, you want him.

anonymous asked:

Do you think Walda Frey is actually enamored with Roose Bolton? She sends him love letters and is apparently enthusiastic in bed but is it perhaps just Walda performing what's expected of her? It's hard to believe anyone would be attracted Roose..

I’m sure part of that is a performance, because what else is she supposed to do in a society that treats women as men’s possessions. Her letters were rather formulaic, “all the same” every day or so, and tell us very little of her real feelings. Also, those mentions of “squeals and shudders”, coming from Roose Bolton’s mouth, might hide an ominous subtext. But perhaps they don’t, and she genuinely likes Roose? Or at least likes him enough to be relatively content with being his bride and the privileges that come with it. You don’t have to be a monster yourself to love one (think Vanessa Marianna from Daredevil. Or, idk, Joanna Lannister). It’s not unusual or strange or outside the spectrum of human experience.

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How Astro cheers you up when you’re sad


Originally posted by astroyals

  • There was always doubt in your mind
  • Even when he proved he loved you
  • Everyday
  • But you couldn’t help it
  • Especially since he was very
  • Very
  • VERY 
  • Attractive.
  • You didn’t let it show that it bothered 
  • Unless Minhyuk didn’t come home for a few days
  • And even though you knew
  • he probably opted to stay in the dorm as it was closer to the studio
  • Than your shared apartment
  • There was still that little voice In your head
  • “He doesn’t love you,”
  • “He is sleeping with someone else,”
  • “you are never going to be good enough for him; an idol,”
  • “Never mind anyone,”
  • It always brought you down
  • But this time more so,
  • Since he has been part of rumours of him dating another idol of his company
  • And you know that it shouldn’t bother you,
  • As the press didn’t know about you
  • Or that  you were in the picture
  • But it did
  • It bothered you more than you would like to have admitted
  • And when  he didn’t come home for 3 days,
  • Nor send you a text
  • You crumbled
  • Screaming
  • Crying
  • Breaking everything
  • And then just crashing onto the living room floor
  • Exhausted from the emotions
  • And that’s where you fell asleep
  • So when Minhyuk came home the next morning
  • Full expecting you to be in bed so he could wake you up
  • It was a surprise to see you,
  • Laid on the floor surrounded by smashed things
  • He took a quick glance around the room
  • And was alarmed at the number of smashed  pictures
  • And the amount of glass on the floor
  • He rushed over thinking you had been hurt
  • His commotion woke you up
  • And you jumped as he kneeled down beside you
  • “(Y/N) are you okay? What happened?”
  • “You happened”
  • You said already feeling yourself getting emotional
  • “What do you mean, I happened?”
  • You exploded shuffling backwards away from him
  • “What do you mean? Of course
  • I do, I wouldn’t be here otherwise would I?”
  • “But you are never here, and you are apparently dating that other idol, and I can see why she is a lot prettier than  me,”
  • He shook his head before giggling
  • “You do realise that said relationship is just that; a rumour, you are the only person I need,”
  • “and I’m sorry, I didn’t text you for the last three days, my phone died,”
  • “And Jinwoo is a dick and wouldn’t give me the charger until I finished choreographing the dance which took longer than expected”
  • He leaned forward and wiped your tears
  • “You are an idiot if you think I would leave you for some idol that I don’t even know and is like 5 years younger than me,”
  • He said before pulling you into him
  • “Now let’s get this place cleaned up, it looks like a bombsite,”
  • Standing up and walking to get a broom he tripped over the pushed over coffee table
  • “Come on then, there no need to be laid on the floor,”
  • You commented jumping over him to the cleaning cupboard
  • “This is going to be a long day”
  • Minhyuk sighed, before running over to help you with the cleaning supplies

A/N’: I’m not quite sure if I like this but I guess it’s okay so I shall put it up to let you decide

anonymous asked:

RFA reacting to mc being a professional masseuse who mainly works on athletes? Would they get jealous ;)

ahh sorry for the wait!! I was super busy with school >< (uni apps r.i.p)


  • He’d be really salty like omg how can you touch someone other than him?? 
  • *insert angry yoosung emoji*
  • “MC!! can you only do massages on girls?? I can’t let you see other guys who have better bodies than me..”
  • *crying yoosung emoji*
  • you won’t believe this but he ACTUALLY starts exercising when MC’s not around and then complains about his sore muscles just so that MC haas to help him relieve his tense muscles lmao


  • okay ngl he was pretty mad about it
  • like hi excuse me but I am jealous can you tell?? well, can ya? -_-
  • but then MC told him that no athlete she ever saw had a bod as nice as his ;) 
  • and that she wasn’t the slightest moved seeing them topless
  • yo idk but do you think they take their pants off too?
  • he started feeling real proud 
  • constantly flexed when MC came home
  • kinda looked like he was constipated ahahahah SHHH
  • “Babe, did you see anyone with prettier muscles than me today?”


  • She was not obvious about it but she was low key envious
  • I mean sometimes MC would massage her tight shoulders after hours of work and she would be real thankful
  • but when she thought of all the hot athletes MC worked on, she couldn’t help but feel self conscious 
  • “MC, if- if you ever find someone better than me.. will you leave?”
  • so MC gives Jaehee a super tight hug to reassure her


  • OMG 
  • he was so JEALOUSSSS
  • when finally he lets go he’s pouting
  • ookokk his puppy eyes will not affect MC no way man MC is serious about her job she’s not the type of person to give up she will not be swayed!!
  • … maybe


  • LOL could he even feel mad??
  • like all he could think about was how good MC was with her hands ;)
  • pretend i didn’t say that sorrynotsorry
  • always whines for MC to give him a back rub or shoulder massage like she kinda becomes his personal masseuse
  • and lemme tell you how hard it is to relax those tense hacker m u s c l e s
  • dude sitting in one position for 24hrs is no joke

hehe I hope you liked it Anon~ (and I hope you see this too.. I’m so sorry for the delay!!)

~Cherry L.

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