if you were real we would be best friends

To my fake friends, thank you for showing me the value in understanding people for what they are. Thank you for taking all of my good qualities and turning them into something negative to fit your narrative. Whereas a real friend would see my effort not to judge others and allow others second chances as beautiful, you saw me as easy to manipulate and easy to control. Where a real friend saw my habit of ensuring our relationship is okay by asking honestly, “Are we okay?” when I sensed any sort of discomfort as honest and looking for a way to amend things if they were wrong, you saw it as a sign of weakness and instead, never told me until things came to a resentful head. Where the best of my friends would look at my habit of apologising and immediately trying to make amends as the quality of a kind and genuine person, you deliberately saw it as something to exploit by making me feel worse and worse every single day by never telling me what was wrong but bitching behind my back.


Initially you must have surprised me.


Your kindness, or your (false) giving nature, something about you must have truly made me think the world of you. You see, I’m the kind of person who will love you genuinely or not love you at all. I don’t play games of in-betweens and I certainly don’t pretend to be friends with someone if they are not someone I care about. The truth is, without you, I would not know who my real friends are, nor how to value them. I would not have learned that some people thrive on being unkind. I would not know how to handle those who look for reasons to dislike me, rather than the other way around. I never understood insecurity for what it was. Because I am a highly self critical person and tend to focus on what I have done wrong rather than anyone else.


Without you, I could not have learned how to look outside and understand that other people are flawed too.


I would not know how to stop being so hard on myself. I would not grow from being a people pleaser to choosing the people I love carefully and with consideration. You taught me how to appreciate that I am a person worthy of love, and forgiveness and kindness, by treating me the opposite way. You taught me strength by showing me that when I was in my greatest pain, the person I needed to rely on most was myself because you were only going to be unkind and orchestrate more pain in my life.


Thank you for that. Thank you for every lesson you have taught me. Because I could not be prouder of who I am today, and it is you that I have to thank for that

—  Nikita Gill, A Thank You To My Fake Friends

Parts of me are already dead. Each one murdered by someone else.

She was my first real best friend, and that came as a shock. She was nothing like what I looked for in a best friend. I began desperately clinging to the only person who’d ever showed me this was worth it.

He was my first love. For six years of my life, I loved him. I loved him in a way I never knew you could love someone. He made me think he could love me, but we were too young. He didn’t know what love was.

She was a storm. Some days it was a hurricane, others it was rain. Sometimes the clouds would part and I’d think it was over but then it would be pouring. She was my storm, destructive and damaging. Yet somehow… beautiful.

She was broken glass scattered under sunlight. She refracted light, showing you colors you never knew were there. No matter how breathtaking, she was still shattered, still dangerous to the touch. Get too close and you’d get hurt.

He was the second love, the one who shows you new can be good. But I was not his second love. The distance between us was too much even in the same room. The more I reached out, the further away he seemed.

As I die, they live.

—  the end

anonymous asked:

It's just dawned on me that there is probably a lot of foreshadowing about Solo Harry in that AnotherMan feature. Million dollars that it lays the ground for what we will see when the album comes out. Not only stylistically in those Edward Sexton suits and the androgynous design feel, but also music-wise. Like that mixed tape for instance: how much do you want to wager it sets the tone for his first album? How many 1d fans went and listened to all those songs, from Travis to Patsy Cline? 1 of 3

I bet for many of his fans it was the first time they had heard music like that. So in one clever mixed tape, one seemingly harmless article, one provocative photo edit, he prepared his fans for his new genre of music, and his new aesthetic. It’s genius. They did it early so people would have time to acquaint themselves with it, mull it over, post and repost those edits, and discuss his comments. And the best part? You just know that both Harry would have been planning it for a long time. 2 of 3

Not only Harry, but Jeff too. That’s a sign of a good manager, and a good friend. They’re a brilliant team, and I am just so excited to see what they come up with because you know that this will perhaps be the first time that we get to see the real Harry, and he is free to express himself wholly as he chooses. I can’t wait. I just wonder if there were any more clues in that feature. Let the speculation begin! 3 of 3

Don’t go- Josh Dun

Y/N P.O.V

He hadn’t answered his phone in over 5 hours. This wasn’t like him. He always answered your calls and texts almost immediately.

Did he meet someone else? He probably didn’t care about you anymore, he won’t even be here for our 3rd anniversary. He could get anyone in the world, so why did he settle for you? You we’re a piece of crap. You we’re far from perfect, you had an ugly smile, and your laugh was so annoying.

Those thoughts had been haunting you for the past 3 months but when Josh didn’t answer your calls for the last 5 hours, that was enough for you to believe all of them. You just wanted to push all the voices out. There was only one way though.

You walked to the bathroom sobbing, knowing that both you and Josh would be free again. You from your misery and Josh from you. That’s what he wanted wasn’t it?

You opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed a bottle of sleeping pills. You heard a knock on the door as you took a big swig of water swallowing the pills then your phone rang out from the counter. It was Josh.

That’s when you fell to the ground and everything went black. You wanted to go back but it was too late.

Josh P.O.V.

I met her just over 3 years ago. Her smile pulled me in. The way she laughed made my heart skip a beat. She was freaking beautiful and she was so talented. From the first time I met her I felt a special connection to her.

Fast forward 3 years and we’ve been dating for 2 years, 11 months, and 29 days. Yes I kept a count because she meant so much to me. She always knows exactly the right things to say and do. I couldn’t help but think she ended up in my life for a reason. She was perfect.

Tyler and I just got off the plane from finishing our tour. Y/N doesn’t know we’re back yet. She thinks I’ll be home late tomorrow night, but I wanted to surprise her for our anniversary tomorrow.

I had a lot planned for us and I couldn’t wait to see her reaction when I proposed to her.

Once Jenna and Tyler dropped me off at Y/N and I’s apartment I started towards the door.  Was so excited to see her again. It has been 2 months since I got to see her in person.

I knocked on the door and waited for it to open. There was no answer. I decided to call her and I got a little nervous when she didn’t answer. I went to the neighbors to get the key they had of our. I could help but fear the worse. Y/N has battled with depression and when I went away she wasn’t in the best state of mind.

When the door finally opened I called out her name. That’s when I came across the bathroom to find the love of my life on the ground with an empty bottle of pills next to her.

I called 911 while trying to find a pulse. I was a little hopeful when I felt it but it was weak.

“Stay with me baby. I love you Y/N, don’t go. We were gonna get married. Baby I need you.” I just kept talking in hopes she could hear me.

The ambulance showed up about 7 minutes later. I had to call Tyler to meet me at the hospital because I couldn’t do this alone.

“Hey Tyler. Meet me at the hospital right now. I just found Y/N on the ground,she took some pills and I’m scared.” I could barely breath, my chest felt heavy with worry.

“We’re on our way now Josh stay strong, she’ll be okay.” Tyler’s voice was filled with fear and concern but he was trying to hide it.

She was taken away right away once arriving at the hospital. I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Tyler. My tears just feel and I collapsed to the ground.

“I knew I should have told her I was coming home. I knew I should have never left her in the beginning.”

“Hey Josh She’ll be fine. She’s a fighter, she loves you and if she did hear you before then she’s gonna get herself better.” Tyler and Jenna stayed with me until the doctor came out.

“You must be Josh Dun, correct?”

“Yes. How’s Y/N? Can I see her.”

The doctor let out a sigh the started to talk. “She’s doing great. She overdosed on sleeping pills. Once we got her back there her heart stopped but we have her stabilized now. We have hopes that she will be awake tomorrow. Thank god you found her when you did. She wouldn’t have made it if you had waited all of 3 more minutes. You can go see her now.” With that the doctor lead all of us to where Y/N was.

She must have not eaten in a few weeks. She was at least 25 pounds lighter and her arms were covered in scars.

“Oh my god. Josh how long has she been this bad?” Tyler asked kneeling next to me as I held her hand and kissed her knuckles.

“I-I don’t really know. I got so wrapped up in the album and tour I guess I didn’t even notice. Fuck this is all my fault. I love her so much and I didn’t even realize that she was hurting herself. I don’t deserve her.”

“Don’t blame yourself for this Josh. Just be there for her.”

Tyler and Jenna left about 3 hours later after they knew I was okay. They offered to bring me home but I wasn’t leaving Y/N’s side.

I pulled a chair up next to her bedside and just held her hand. I drummed a little beat with my thumbs on her hand and I must and fallen asleep. I was awoken by yelling and a loud beeping noise. The nurses removed me from the room quickly as I tried to fight my way back to Y/N.

“Sir we need to make sure she’s fully stabilized before you can go back in.” The nurse explained to me as I asked to go back in after sitting in the waiting room for 20  minutes.

It was about an hour later when I could go back in. She looked like she did before except this time her eyes were open. She was just staring down at her wrist crying.

I placed a hand on her leg. She jumped “Are you a nurse?”

I looked at her with a quizzical face. Before I could reply the doctor came in and asked to speak to me.

He explained how she had some sort of seizure when she woke up. He then explained how she will have some memory loss for the next few hours but she should be okay by tonight. He had full faith in her which made me feel good.

“Hey Y/N, do you remember me?” I entered the room again.

“Umm… Yeah don’t you play in a band or something? Like the drums?” I thought it would be best to go along with whatever she said for now.

“Yeah. Are you a fan?”

She smiled and it made my heart skip a beat like always.

“I think so. Can I hear a song?”

“Of course.” I said pulling out my phone playing her favorite song.

As We Don’t Believe What’s On TV played I couldn’t help but stare at her. She was so beautiful, how could she ever how doubts about herself?

When the song ended she asked to hear more. We listen to the whole Blurryface album and I gently drummed my fingers on the bedside again. She watched me the whole time.

“You must be really talented. Do you have a girlfriend?”

“I do actually.” I smiled and then it faded when I realized what she had asked me.

“Wow she must be very lucky to have you.”

“No I’m lucky one.”

“Josh, will you tell me about her?”

“Well for starters she’s beautiful, talented, and her smile. Her smile makes me the happiest man alive. I could go on for hours about everything I love about her. She’s perfect for me.”

She smiled down at me.

“I feel like I know who you are. Are we friends?”

“I would say more than friends. What do you remember about me?”

Y/N P.O.V.

“I would say more than friends. What do you remember about me?”

I sat and thought for a moment. My thoughts and memories were all cloudy and I wasn’t sure what was real or not.

“Well I remember that there is Tyler he’s the one who sings those songs.A blonde girl. Gianna, possibly. I think we’re all friends right?”

“Close, her name is Jenna. Tyler and I play in the band twenty one pilots and Jenna is one of your best friends.” Josh said reassuring me.

With that a man and a woman walked in. they looked to Josh as if they didn’t know what to say.

“Hey guys. Y/N woke up a while ago and she’s getting some memories back.” Josh told them what I remembered. After talking a bit about our friendship Jenna asked if Josh wanted to take a walk with her. I wondered why he said yes, I thought we were getting along so well. I wanted to know more about his girlfriend,he sounded so madly in love with her. Something I only dreamed a guy would do about me.

Once they left the room Tyler sat in the chair next to the bed that Josh just left.

“Hey Y/N. How do you feel?”

“Good I guess. Tyler can I ask you a question?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Is Josh happy with Jenna? I mean he deserves the best and I think she would be great for him I guess.”

He chuckled and looked at the ground. “Well I hope they don’t get to close. After all she’s my wife.”

“Oh whoops, I thought they were dating. Sorry. So who is he dating?” You felt sort of embarrassed but you felt comfortable around Tyler like you did with Josh.

“Well she’s this funny girl who I introduced him to over 3 years ago. Today is their 3 year anniversary actually and he was gonna surprise her, but something came up. She’s my wife’s best friend and she was her maid of honor in our wedding. We all missed her being on tour with us, but she had work so she could join us the past 3 months.” You sat and listened to Tyler go on about this girl for a while.

Josh P.O.V.

“Thanks for getting me out of there Jenna.”

“No problem. I saw the tears in your eyes and knew you probably needed a minute to breathe.”

“Yeah. It’s just so hard not being able to wish her a happy anniversary or kiss her. I mean she doesn’t even know we’re dating. I had all these plans to propose today and I just feel so bad for her.” I wanted to cry but just held the emotions in. I wanted to stay as strong as possible.

“The doctor said we could show her picture and videos and things like that to jog her memory but I don’t want to mess with anything, you know?”

“I get it, but i think she’s getting a lot of the memories back she just needs a little more push to get the rest.” Jenna said pulling out her phone. She showed em a few pictures she had taken of Y/N and I when we were on tour together.

“Show these to her and maybe it will help her.” She said handing me the phone as we walked back into Y/N’s room.

Y/N P.O.V.

Josh and Jenna walked in and Josh sat next to me again. He handed me the phone and scrolled through a few pictures of him and me. It was when he got to the 5th or 6th picture that it clicked. I was his girlfriend. Tears filled my eyes and Josh looked up at me.

“What’s wrong?” Josh said wiping away a stray tear that must have fallen from my eye.

“Happy anniversary babe.”

The room went silent. Everyone’s jaws fell open. Then Josh stood up and put his lips to my forehead.

“I love you Y/N. Happy anniversary baby.”

Josh handed Jenna her phone back. Then they left leaving only Josh and I in the room. I moved over on the bed so Josh could sit next to me.

Not that he felt like a stranger but I still didn’t have full memory back so I still didn’t feel like I’ve known him for 3 years.

Josh’s P.O.V.

It had been a few hours since she remembered who I was. I know there were pieces still missing from her memory but the next morning she would have it all back says the doctor.

It was early in the morning when I woke up and saw her sleeping so peacefully. I didn’t want to leave but I hadn’t taken a shower in over 3 days now.

Once I returned 3 hours later she was awake.

She greeted me with the biggest smile.

“Hey Josh.”

I was so happy to hear her voice again with a happy tone.

“Hey babe. How did you sleep?” I asked as I sat down on the bed with her again.

“Great.” There was a moment of silence as the cuddles close into my side. “Josh I’m so sorry. I-”  I cut her off before she could say anything more.

“Y/N there’s nothing to be apologizing about. Just please promise me you’ll come to me about this if there’s a next time.”

She nodded her head and I kissed her on the top of her head.

“You missed.” She said as she came up to met her lips with mine. We were interrupted by Tyler walking in.

“Woah didn’t know I was getting a show with visiting my best friend.” Y/N pulled away and chucked. I just stared down at her. I can’t believe I almost lost the love of my life to her stupid demons.

6 weeks later

Y/N and I just left having a nice dinner at her favorite restaurant. We were walking along the river path when I stopped and dropped to my knee. Y/N didn’t notice for a few seconds and when she turned around to see me pulling out the small velvet box she started to cry. This was it. The moment I’ve been anticipating since our first few dates.

I planned a whole speech but I couldn’t get the words to form so I simply just said “Y/N make me the happiest man to ever live and marry me.”

She stepped closer to me and shook her head yes. I slipped the ring in her finger and then pulled her into a hug.

She was finally mine. I was never letting her go again and something told me she was thinking the same about herself and I.

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too Josh.”  

Arranged Love | Jungkook

Originally posted by jungxook

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 14.5 | Part 15Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Epilogue

Summary: Whatever happened to true love? To fairytale romance? Where was that magical spark, those lingering kisses, the butterflies in your stomach, the fireworks in your heart? Where was the romance and the honesty in a forced love, in a forced marriage between you and Jungkook?

Word Count: 4,535

Genre: fluff and soon to be angst

A/N: So, someone requested an arranged marriage series with Jungkook, and someone else requested a scenario where the reader and Jungkook are dating for publicity so I figured I would combine the two and make it into a chaptered fanfic

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anonymous asked:

Were Cassie once a goth?

Yes, a big one. Her mother found very disturbing letters written to her best friend ‘Mona’ in ninth grade. However Cassie had already been slipping since fifth/sixth grade. She hung around with the wrong crowd, ditched school, smoked a lot of pot, became a satanist. It got so bad her parents were actually afraid of her. Thats when they sent her to a Church and she became all religious. They really cared for her. The church was an act of desperation. They literally had no idea what to do. Cassie just seemed so far gone. They couldn’t tell at first if was a real threat or the typical teenage talk like “I’m going to kill my mom she won’t let me go to the mall” but it turned out to be very real. Here are just some examples from her book:

  • A letter addressed to Cassie from her best friend Mona (not her real name) opened with several lines of unprintable sex talk and ninth-grade gossip, and went on to discuss a teacher at the high school, Mrs. R., and invited Cassie,“Want to help me murder her? She called my parents and told them about my F.” The letter ended with a reminder about a “neat spell,” drawings of knives and vampire teeth, mushrooms, and a carica- ture of Mrs. R. lying in a pool of blood, butcher knives protruding from her chest.
  • Most of the other letters were decorated as well – monkeys with vampire teeth, axes, knives, mushrooms (for mind-altering drugs) – or scribbled with spells and rhymed couplets:
    • Prick your anger, it is done. The moon has now eclipsed the sun. The angel of dark has spread his wings, The time has come for better things.
  • In one letter the writer went to great lengths to describe how much she hated her father; in another, how much she adored Marilyn Manson. There was endless talk about the “sexiness” of black clothes and makeup, the “fun” of contraband alcohol, marijuana, and self-mutilation, and the adventures of a classmate whose girlfriend went to “this satanic church, cult thing where you have to drink a kitten’s blood to get in.”
  • Several of the letters advised Cassie to do away with us and thus solve her innumerable problems. One ended, “Kill your parents! Murder is the answer to all of your problems. Make those scumbags pay for your suffering. Love you, me.”
  • Another was illustrated with grisly drawings of a couple (“Ma and Pa”) strung up by their intestines, daggers hanging from their hearts, and referred to the “intestine hanging thing,” which the writer thought was a “pretty good idea.”
  • “Vampires among us forever!” followed by a crude poem: “Leave me to swallow my own blood, Let me drink my life away. Forever the glow of the candle shines Through the emptiness of my soul. Don’t touch the fire, the old scar says, My blood will boil when the right time comes. As evil closes on my name, The spark of life will fade away…”
  • Cassie was as good as any teen at playing straight. She stayed at school after hours, because “I’ve got to pull up my art grade” (never mind the pot smoking and the drinking, and that, contrary to what we had been led to believe, there was no supervision in the room). She showed us her cool new CD’s, though not the ones she knew we wouldn’t approve of. She introduced us to Rick, a classmate who seemed harmless enough, but she did her best to keep us ignorant of his dabbling in satanic rituals and his problems at home.
  • Cassie would erupt in fits of anger and despair, and we never knew quite what she would say or do next. I began to dread getting up in the morning. Brad remembers:
    • When Cassie got upset with us – and I mean really upset – she would scream about how unhappy she was, and how unfair it was for us to have gone through her room. She would cry and scream and yell, “I’m going to kill myself! Do you want to watch me? I’ll do it, just watch. I’ll kill myself. I’ll put a knife right here, right through my chest.” I would try to calm her down by talking with her, or stroke her and hold her tight and tell her how much her mother and I loved her. There were times when she was acting so irrationally that I felt like slapping her, just to knock her back to her senses. But I never did. Instead I put my arms around her even tighter, pulled her real close, and said over and over, “I love you, Cassie, and I don’t want to see you do anything to hurt yourself. I don’t want to see anything bad happen to you at all.”
  • Initially, it seemed Dave would be right. In a letter to a friend dated January 4, 1997, Cassie wrote:
    • “…The letters they found in my room were really graphic, and even had pictures of how we would kill my parents. So now they know about the smoking, drinking, all that stuff, plus about our not-serious killing stuff. S—, so now I can’t speak to my best friends, Mona and Judy, and my other friend, Rick. If I see or speak to Mona, the sheriff will  le a restraining order. Yeah, my parents contacted the police! I think they’ve completely blown this whole thing out of proportion. I’m not addicted to alcohol or cigarettes. I’m not a pothead, but basically I’m really lonely and depressed and hate my parents. Hope your life doesn’t suck as bad as mine. I tried running away, but they caught me. One good thing though, I’m going to sneak out to the Marilyn Manson concert. Mona and Rick are going too, so at least I’ll get to see them then.”
  • I remember coming to the doorway of Cassie’s room and not being able to bring myself to walk in. I can’t quite describe it, but it felt like you could almost cut the air in that room with a knife, the atmosphere was so oppressive. Finally I went in, and I sat down on Cassie’s bed and began to cry. (I’m thinking that’s some sort of witchcraft).
  • Then there’s this

There is just so much more, I can go on if you would like, but this post is already too long haha.

No Secrets (Daveed x Reader) Platonic

WC: 1394

A/N: Hope everyone’s having a great day!

“I was asked to do a Late Night interview,” Daveed said one night after you had finished watching a movie in his apartment. You were packing up your backpack, getting ready to head out and begin your walk home.

“That’s awesome, D. When?”

“Next week, you wanna come?” His eyes rounded out, pleading ever so slightly. You laughed your agreement, nodding.

“I’ll forward you the email with the information. I’ll pick you up at your apartment night-of, and then we can go together,” Daveed was grinning, pleased that you wanted to go with him. You left his apartment, heading back to your own.


“What am I wearing? What are you wearing? You’re the one going on Late Night TV,” you said into your phone, which was on speaker as you finished pinning your hair in place. You could hear Daveed sigh on the other end of the line.

“I’m just wearing a suit. People are still going to see you though, in the green room. You can’t be wearing sweatpants,” he teased, knowing your preference for comfortable clothes.

“Relax, Diggs. I’m wearing a dress and sandals. My hair is braided and tied back. Happy?” You shot back at him.

“Yes I am. I’m outside your building now. Get your butt down here,” he said lightheartedly. You grabbed your keys from the table and exited your apartment, doing your best not to trip down the stairs. You were almost successful up until the stairs that led down to the street. Your sandal got caught on the cement, and you felt yourself falling forward. Luckily, a pair of strong arms caught you.

“If we weren’t friends, you would be dead, I swear (Y/N),” Daveed was stifling a laugh. You rolled your eyes.

“Let’s just go, you’re gonna be late if I keep almost dying.”


Personally, you didn’t like it when Daveed did interviews. Your best friend was shy and awkward when put into situations like this, traits not many people knew. You felt like the world didn’t get to see the real Diggs that you were friends with.

“Aw, look at our boy all grown up,” Rafa pretended to wipe away a tear. You joined his jest, pulling a tissue out of your pocket and dabbing at your eyes.

“Soon he’ll be out in the world on his own, leaving me with you,” you teased. Rafa had met Daveed first, in California. You had met Daveed in New York, at the bar that you worked at. You had bartended one of the cast parties, and Daveed immediately took a liking to you after you gave him sass. Daveed later ended up inviting you to a party a week later (not bartending), where he introduced you to Rafa. The three of you became an inseparable group, though Daveed always joked that one day you and Rafa wouldn’t need him to be the mutual friend anymore.

“So Daveed, I noticed you brought some friends with you, would you like to introduce us?” The host asked. Daveed laughed casually, as cameras were brought into the green room.

“So the fine looking fella on the left is the great Rafael Casal. If you aren’t a fan of his work, you should be. He’s amazing. And the woman on the right is the beautiful, wonderful, (Y/N),” Daveed answered.

“Can we get (Y/N) out here please?” The host asked. The cameraman waved for you to follow him. Rafa gave you an encouraging smile, so you did as you were asked. You walked out onto the stage, in front of the audience, and took a seat on the couch next to Daveed.

“I just wanted to show you guys this tabloid article,” the host pulled a magazine out from under his desk. The image of the article was shown on the screen behind you. Reading the headline, Daveed let out a loud laugh.

“HAMILTON STAR DAVEED DIGGS’ SECRET GIRLFRIEND” The host read aloud. There was a photo of you and Daveed out for lunch attached. The host began reading out bits from the article.

“Hey Diggs, guess what?” Daveed turned to you after the host had asked about your thoughts on the matter.

“What?”

“Apparently we’ve been dating for 3 months!” You said, feigning surprise and excitement. Daveed cracked a smile, lifting his hand for a high five which you gladly accepted.

“I’m glad someone finally told us!” The host and the audience were laughing along with you and Daveed.  

“Just to dispel the rumors, (Y/N) and I are not dating. Never have, never will. And she’s not pregnant with my child either,” he added for good measure.

“I thought we had something special,” you pouted. Daveed’s eyes flickered with worry before he realized you were joking.

“Just kidding, Diggs and I are just best friends.” You confirmed. The host seemed satisfied with your answer, sending the show to commercial before talking to you and Daveed. Rafa came running out onto the set, throwing his arms around you and Daveed’s shoulders.

“Thank you for being on the show,” the host said. Daveed gave him a kind smile, but Rafa interrupted his response.

“Thanks for having us, we’ve had a great time. Now I have to get these crazy kids home,” he teased. You left the studio with your boys, happy they were in your life.


“Will you come over after the show?” You asked Daveed as you stood in his dressing room a day later, getting ready to go to work.

“Of course. I’m going to Stage Door first, so I might be later than normal. Then I’ll have to sneak out so the paparazzi doesn’t see me and get any ideas,” he winked. You straightened out his costume, then left his dressing room saying goodbye to the other cast members on your way out.

As predicted, Daveed entered your apartment late, grinning at the sight of you wrapped in a blanket and curled up on your couch. Your eyes were shut gently and your mouth was slightly agape, your breathing slow and steady. An empty mug of tea was on the coffee table in front of you and the TV flickered with reruns of Friends, signifying your desperate attempt to stay awake for him.

“Wake up, weirdo,” he said, tapping your knee as he sunk down onto the couch next to you. You blinked quickly as you came to, taking a deep breath as your eyes focused on your curly haired best friend.

“Hey,” you mumbled, sitting up straighter. You threw an arm lazily across his abdomen, giving him one of your signature smiles.

“How was the show?” you asked. Daveed laughed heartily, grabbing the TV remote and flipping through the channels.

“Show was great, except I missed one of my cues to move in the Reynolds Pamphlet. Anthony ended up ducking underneath my legs to get to his spot. You would have died laughing. The boys wanted to go out for drinks after too, but I told them I had prior obligations,” he tickled your side to emphasize his point.

“No wonder the world thinks we’re dating. Get it together, Diggs” you teased, pushing his hand away.

“What? I can promise to hang out with you same as I can promise to hang out with the boys!” Daveed defended his actions.

“Whatever. Are you sleeping over tonight?” You asked. Daveed had a tendency to crash at your place when he came over after the show. He always said something about your apartment being closer to the theater than his own, though you weren’t quite sure that was true.

You made your way sleepily into your bathroom and began brushing your teeth. When you finished, you went into your bedroom, seeing Daveed already passed out on your mattress. You climbed under the covers trying not to wake him, though you were unsuccessful. Daveed wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his warm body.

“You ever think about dating me?” He mumbled into the darkness.

“Why are you asking me such a deep question when I’m trying to sleep?” You retorted. Daveed breathed an apology.

“Yeah, I have,” you answered his question anyways.

“Me too.”

“You’ve thought about dating yourself?” You laughed.

“No you weirdo, I’ve thought about dating you,” he said.

“And?”

“You tell me first,” Daveed defended. You were nervous.

“Same time?”

“3, 2, 1.”

Debate Club (Jefferson x Reader)

Request: TJeff x reader modern AU? TJeff and Reader are in debate club and are secretly in love and just sexual tension and everyone at the debates gets rlly uncomfortable until one day someone (preferably Alex or Madison) walks in on the two MAKING out just idk dude debate club Jeff x reader AU

TW: Political (bc I live to make people uncomfortable), making out

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You stand at the podium and clear your throat before you start your opening statement. Everyone in the room was terrified of you. You rarely lost a debate, and when you did, it was only because of your teammates. Today, you were doing a one-on-one debate over the Religious Freedom Restoration Act. As you go back to sit down, your opponent walks up. You scowl as Jefferson opens his mouth. You know that he didn’t choose the topic, but you still consider breaking up with him. He quickly cites his sources and leaves. You smile and walk back up. After restating your argument, you completely rip apart everything he just said. You quickly follow after you, trying to address every point you made. After his closing argument, he sits down.

Mr. Washington sends the next pair up before telling you your grades and next assignment. He smiles slightly. “No surprise to anyone here, (Y/N) won. She got a nearly perfect score. My only note would be for you to watch your temper.” He continues to tell the rest of the students their grades. “Alexander, please, for the love of God, you have a time constraint. Follow it. I’m sure John would have been able to address all your points if you made them clearer. Stop dancing around the issues. Get right to the point.”

Alexander grumbles in response and slouches. Mr. Washington ignores him and talks about your next debate. “In our third class, you will have this debate. It will be a two-on-two debate, followed by a rapid-fire debate. I will pick the teams, and, (Y/N), your team gets to choose the which side you want first.”

You nod slightly.

“Hamilton and Madison.” Alex looks across the room at Madison, each of them looks like they would rather be paired with anyone else. “Laurens and Burr. (L/N) and Jefferson.” You look at Jefferson. He winks at you quickly before turning back to the front of the room.

Mr. Washington claps his hands. “Now that you have your partners, your topic is over global warming. Is it an issue? (Y/N), since you got the highest score, you and Thomas get to pick first.”

You don’t consult your boyfriend before saying that you want to debate that it is an issue. Just as the last team picks their topic, the bell rings. You gather your stuff to leave, but Thomas grabs your arm. “I was thinking we should start researching. I could go get a study room.”

You nod slightly. “Alright.”

You head up to your locker and shove everything into it. Once you head back down to the library, where Thomas is waiting for you. You smile and pull your laptop out. “Let’s get started.”

He leans closer to you, causing your shoulders to touch. You send pages upon pages of research to the printer. While you wait for them all to print, Thomas compliments your debate.

You blush and push a piece of hair out of your face. “Oh, uh, thanks. You were really good, too.”

“I knew that I was going against the best. I had to prepare.” He smirks and rests his arm on the table, leaning in front of you.

You blush more. “I’m not-”

“You are Washington’s favorite because of your debating skills. There’s a reason you got that scholarship.”

You look down.

He places his hand under your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. He pushes your hair out of your face before leaning closer to kiss you. You lean forward, catching him off-guard as you press your lips to his. He places his hands on your back, pulling you closer. Your hand’s tangle in his hair, gently tugging on it. You both are so distracted that you don’t notice the door open, or the gasps, or even the sound of the large stack hitting the ground.

As the two of you slowly pull away from each other, you see two people standing in the door out of the corner of your eye. You abruptly pull away from Thomas’s grasp and straighten your shirt.

“Uh, your research was mixed with ours,” Madison explains.

Hamilton looks ready to punch someone. “(YN), could I talk to you for a minute?”

You take a deep breath and walk out, leaving Thomas to explain what happened to his best friend.

“What was that?” Hamilton whispers.

“Thomas and I are dating,” you mumble, trying to keep this as short as possible.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were dating that-that-”

You sigh. “Because, I knew you would react like this. We wanted to keep this a secret.”

He looks hurt. “But, I’m your best friend, and he’s well him.”

“You haven’t had a real conversation with him.”

“That may be true, but-”

You cross your arms. “Nothing you say will change the fact that I love him.”

He groans whether it’s from the fact that you said ‘love’ or the fact that he knows you’re right, you will never know. “Just stop making out in front of me.”

“I would like to point out that you walked in.”

“It was Madison’s idea!”

You roll your eyes and walk back to the study room where Madison and Thomas are laughing. Thomas thanks him for the research as Madison and Hamilton leave.

~~~

The debate goes well. You and Thomas win, of course. During the debate, Hamilton makes kissy faces at the two of you, causing him to losing points, which is even worse because he was paired against you.

Castiel’s New Friend

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Title: Castiel’s New Friend

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1,006

Warnings: none!

A/N: This was requested by an Anon! i hope you all enjoy this!! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!! I love you all so much!! <3 <3

As Castiel walked down the alley, he heard a small meow.  He wasn’t sure what it could be, but he walked towards the mysterious noise anyway.  When he got closer to the noise, Castiel spotted a small kitten.  That small kitten was you; a shapeshifter.  You had been running from the rest of the shapeshifters.  You didn’t agree with them, and they didn’t take too kindly to that.

Castiel scooped you into his arms, looking you over to make sure you were okay.  “You poor thing.  Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” Castiel promised.  “My name is Castiel, but my friends call me Cas.”  He smiled down at you as you meowed.  “I’ll name you later.”

When Castiel took you back to the motel he was staying in, you shifted back to your human form.  You didn’t mean to surprise the angel, but you needed to tell him who you were.  It didn’t go well at first.  He tried to attack you, which was understandable.

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Dating Klaus Mikaelson would include

Requested by anon: CAN I SUBMIT A “DATING KLAUS MIKAELSON WOULF INCLUDE” BECAUSE I SAW YOUR STORY ABOUT HIM AND ASJHF

Hell yes you can, honey! First of all, thank you for reading my story - to whom it may concern, it’s called Family Above All // The Mikaelsons, on Wattpad, with the username same as here, @not-a-total-cunt.

So, dating Nik would definitely include:

• Okay let’s be real, his temper being worse than one of a tired, unfed 5 year old at 11 pm, so yeah, yikes
• Him not understanding your 21st century abbreviations, memes, and other stuff, becuase, he is a very, very old man
Hey Nik, ever met Marilyn Monroe?
• How about Kurt Cobain?
• Hey Nik did you know Leonardo DaVinci?
• Yes, love, we were practically best friends.
• Making him read to you because HOT DAMN THAT ACCENT
I am not watching Twilight, sweetheart.
• Shut up Nik you’re just jealous you don’t sparkle
• Being best friends with Rebekah
• Him drawing you
• Like a lot
• Him, along with the rest of his family, always protecting you
• You kinda have a love-hate relationship with that because let’s be honest
No, Nik, it’s just a cough, I do not need your blood to heal me
• Caroline low-key hating you
• Caroline high-key hating you
• Hayley hating you too
• Everyone low-key hating you because you have all DAT hybrid ass to yourself
• Even the people who hate him and wish he burned in hell
• Eventually becoming just as psychotic as he is
• Having to put up with Stefan and Klaus giving each other eye sex
• All day
• Every day
• You love it when he talks about him because “rippah

Well I guess that was it, hahah, seriously, if you have any fandom-wise requests, I’d love to do it! Hope you liked!

Bonding after the war ( Part 2 )

It was 5 in the morning when he decided to go out and train,he passed through the long road,hoping that he’d meet Sakura along the way,he was enjoying her company a lot lately for reasons he does not know but what he does know is that he likes hearing her voice and see the smile on her face while her green eyes shine brightly in morning sun.

He knocked on her door,assuming she slept in since he knew for a fact that every Wednesday she has to get to work early.

Nobody answered so he gave up and climbed to her bedroom porch and he knocked their,he noticed that the door was unlocked,he moved to open it but remembered that this was Sakura’s apartment not Naruto’s,so his respect and his fear of her stopped him so he opted instead to call her name.

‘She might’ve slept at her office again ‘ he though as he called her name for the last time.

He was about to jump from the porch when he heard  a bunch of rather colorful words after a bump that sounded like someone fell on the floor.

Suddenly the porch door flew open as his pink haired teammate crashed into his chest.

‘‘Sasuke-kun?!’‘

‘‘Good morning to you too.’‘

‘‘Sorry,I’m super late to work I have to go or Tsunade will have my-why are you starring at me?’‘

By now,it was a normal thing for him to see Sakura with messy hair and medics clothes,but it was the first time he saw a pair of black rimmed glasses on her nose.

‘‘Since when do you wear glasses?’‘

‘‘Glasses? Oh I forgot to take them off.’‘ she said as she threw them on her bed.

‘‘Anyways I should get going now see you later.’‘ she said as she waved while jumping on rooftops.

.

.

.

‘‘Did you know that Sakura wears glasses?’‘

‘‘Yeah since a long time ago.’‘

‘‘Since when?’‘

‘‘I noticed when we were genin she used to wear contacts sometimes and I saw her couple of times wearing these thick black glasses after you left while training , I asked her why she wears them she said their better than contacts while doing physical training,why do you ask?’‘

‘‘No reason.’‘

‘‘You just noticed she has bad eyesight didn’t you?’‘

‘‘Hn’‘  he hated to admit but his best friend knows him a lot more than he would like,and for once in his lifetime,he welcomed the feeling of friendship from Naruto.

‘‘You were a real asshole to her back then.’‘

‘‘I was.’‘ he should’ve treated her better, but he wouldn’t cause he knew that if he befriended Sakura or something more than that,it would have been a lot more harder to pursue his dark path,and he didn’t want to drag her with him.

‘‘I used to notice a lot of things about Sakura when we were kids,but I didn’t tell her since it would make her mad.’‘

‘‘Like what?’‘ he was curious to know what else he missed about their female teammate.

‘‘Like the time she first started to wear a bra or the first time she got her period- OW WHY DID YOU DO THAT YOU BASTARD!’‘

He didn’t know why it annoyed him to the extent of pushing Naruto’s head in his ramen bowl, but it did.

‘‘Don’t say those things about her in front of me,in front of anybody idiot.’‘

‘‘Well ypu didn’t have to ruin my ramen dattebayo!’‘

‘‘Hn’‘

‘‘Hey come back here bastard !’‘

.

.

.

‘‘Since when did you have poor eyesight?’‘

Sakura turned her chair towards the window where Sasuke was standing.

She figured he’s ask that question since she doubted he noticed that she wore contacts when they were genin.

‘‘Since I was about 10 ‘‘

‘‘And why didn’t I notice until now?’’

‘‘Cause I always wore contacts,I hated to wear the glasses so sometimes I wouldn’t bother with either of them,and now I can just use my healing chakra to fix my eyesight , but sometimes I wear them when I need to relax while while reading a book or something.’‘

Memories of Sakura having a headaches and missing targets while training flashed in his mind and , how stupid was he not to notice that she had poor eyesight ?

‘‘I was a jerk when we were genin.’‘

‘‘Yes you were and you still kinda are.’‘

The corner of his lip raised at that remark.

‘‘ Then let me guess why you didn’t like them,you thought the glasses were ugly?’‘

‘‘No,I thought they’d make me look like a geek.’‘

‘‘But you were a geek.’’

‘‘No I wasn’t!’‘

‘‘Yes you were.’‘

‘‘Hm,prove it.’‘ she said as she crossed her arms and her lips formed a pout.

‘‘Hn,studied a lot,had a big forehead…’‘

‘‘What did you say?!’‘

She was starring at him with a glare that could make a sharingan user run to the hills,,he honestly forgot about her insecurity.

‘‘You heard me.’‘ He decided to go with it.

‘‘That’s it Uchiha! training field now.’‘ She said as she jumped out of the window.

‘This should be exciting ’ he thought as he followed her.

He was right about the exciting part especially when Sakura’s fist tore through his Susanoo and she was right in front of him with her fist raised.

‘‘Will you say it again?’‘

He though about saying yes but he just got out of hospital.

‘‘No’‘

‘‘Good’‘ and then her entire disposition changed,the ferocious warrior that managed to break the strongest shield in the world was gone and she was replaced by a smiling women with innocent looking eyes.

‘‘I have work to do now, so dinner at my place tonight?’‘

He was too stunned to talk so he simply nodded.

He watched as she walked away towards the hospital,a smirk forming on his face,while a strange warmth filled his chest,he normally would get mad if someone beat him in a fight,but he found himself being proud and slightly terrified after his fight with Konoha’s strongest Kunoichi both sentiments  increased when he realized that she didn’t release her seal.

One Direction Asks
  • What Makes You Beautiful: Name three things you love about yourself.
  • Gotta Be You: Talk about your crush!
  • One Thing: What's one thing your dream girl/boy HAS to have?
  • More Than This: What's the bravest thing you ever did?
  • Up All Night: Talk about the craziest night of your life.
  • I Wish: What's your biggest dream?
  • Tell Me A Lie: What was your most recent lie?
  • Taken: Talk about your last relationship.
  • I Want: Name three things you want in life
  • Everything About You: Who's your biggest celebrity crush?
  • Same Mistakes: What's your most common mistake?
  • Save You Tonight: Which three things would you save if there was a fire?
  • Stole My Heart: Have you ever fallen for someone you shouldn't have fallen for?
  • Stand Up: What's your favourite sport?
  • Moments: Talk about something good that recently happened to you.
  • Another World: Which fictional world would you want to live in if you could?
  • Na Na Na: What's one thing you can never say no to?
  • I Should Have Kissed You: Is there something you regret?
  • Live While We're Young: Talk about a childhood memory.
  • Kiss You: Tell the story of your first kiss.
  • Little Things: Name five things you find attractive in others.
  • C'Mon, C'Mon: What's your dream destination for a good vacation?
  • Last First Kiss: Do you want to get married? If so, talk about your dream wedding.
  • Heart Attack: Are you jealous?
  • Rock Me: List your ten favourite bands.
  • Change My Mind: Are you good at making final decisions or do you easily change your mind?
  • I Would: Name three guilty pleasures of yours.
  • Over Again: Talk about your first love.
  • Back For You: Talk about your best friend.
  • They Don't Know About Us: Share a secret!
  • Summer Love: Talk about a summer memory.
  • She's Not Afraid: What's your favourite horror film?
  • Loved You First: Are you a possessive person?
  • Nobody Compares: Who's your idol?
  • Still The One: What's one thing you can't seem to get over?
  • Best Song Ever: List your ten favourite songs.
  • Story Of My Life: List five things you can't live without.
  • Diana: What would you name your children?
  • Midnight Memories: Talk about a dream you recently had.
  • You & I: Talk about your OTP.
  • Don't Forget Where You Belong: Where do you feel home?
  • Strong: What are your three best qualities?
  • Happily: Name three things that make you happy.
  • Right Now: Do you miss someone at the moment?
  • Little Black Dress: How would you describe your style?
  • Through The Dark: What helps you when you're feeling down?
  • Something Great: Where do you see yourself in ten years?
  • Little White Lies: Talk about your #1 sexual fantasy.
  • Better Than Words: Do you read fanfiction? If so, what's your favourite fanfiction?
  • Why Don't We Go There?: Which big cities have you been to?
  • Does He Know?: Would you be up for a threesome?
  • Alive: What's one thing you'd never tell your "real life" friends?
  • Half A Heart: What's your favourite lovestory? ( Book, film, etc. )
  • Steal My Girl: Did you ever steal anything?
  • Ready To Run: If you could have one super power, which would you choose?
  • Where Do Broken Hearts Go?: Talk about the best concert you ever attented.
  • 18: Do you wish you were younger or older?
  • Girl Almighty: What makes you sexy?
  • Fool's Gold: Do you fall for people quickly?
  • Night Changes: What's one thing you don't ever want to change?
  • No Control: Can you control your temper ?
  • Fireproof: What scares you?
  • Spaces: Did you ever let someone go for good?
  • Stockholm Syndrome: Name five kinks of yours.
  • Clouds: What's your star sign? Does your personality match it?
  • Change Your Ticket: What would you do with a million dollars?
  • Illusion: Do you believe in higher powers?
  • Once In A Lifetime: What's three things you want to do before you die?
  • Act My Age: Do you consider yourself mature?
  • Just Can't Let Her Go: Name five turn ons.
Cuddles now? || Jack Maynard Imagine

Jack and I had been best friends since before we knew what best friends were. We lived next to each other, and our parents were friends, making it almost impossible for us not to become best friends. People had always asked us if we were dating and when both of us said no, they would ask why. I never really knew what to respond to that with. Jack was my first kiss. We were at a party, playing truth or dare and Jack was dared to kiss me. He was my first real boyfriend, we are childhood sweethearts.

“Y/N? Are you home?” Jack calls out into shared home.

“In the bedroom,” I yell back to him. I hear the door shut and footsteps rush their way in my direction. Jack appears in the doorway, out of breath and sweaty. My eyes meet his and I watch as relief fills them.

“What’s wrong?” I say standing and making my way over to him. I run my hands over his forehead and down his arms, and back up to his face.

“I thought that,” He trails off, “Don’t worry.” He wraps his arms around me and pulls me flush against him.

“Want to watch a movie?” I whisper into his chest, He shakes his head no, I feel worry begin to bubble up into my chest, “Babe what happened?”

“Some fan said that you were leaving me.” He mumbles kissing my shoulder softly. I pull away from him and let my jaw fall open.

“And you believed them?” I sigh and walk into our shared bedroom.

“I’m sorry,” Jack splutters out following me. Grasping at the air behind me.

“Babe you can’t let them get to you,“ I sigh flopping onto our bed. We had argued about these things before.

"I know, can we have cuddles now? I don’t want to fight over this again,” he makes his way over to me and holds his hands out for me to take. I don’t take them, instead, i run my hands over my face and rest them on my chin.

“You’re pretty stupid, Y'know?” I whisper, his face makes its way into my view. I feel his body hovering over mine.

“Yeah, Cuddles now?” He asks again. I sigh and hold my arms up for him to snuggle into me.

“I love you,” he whispers, “Please don’t leave me.”

“Never,” I kiss him, “I love you too much.”

He chuckles and buries his face into the crook of my neck. I feel his breath even out against my neck. “You’ll be okay,” I whisper to Jack before we fall asleep in each other’s embrace.

Do you never wonder about what we could have been?
Beyond all that counterfeit love.
If we had taken a moment to just listen
What would we be?
Would there still be a “we”?
Would we be rolling in the riches
Of real love?
They say real love comes from best friends.
You were barely an acquaintance
Who I attached a little tag to in my mind:
“He’s a pretty boy, and keep in mind
If you play this right then he’s mine.”
You were mine, and I was yours
But what is fake to the real thing?
Sometimes you can pretend,
You can play house with your eyes shut.
But just for a time.
Counterfeiting is a crime,
But only we punished ourselves.
It makes sense;
Only we ruined ourselves.
—  COUNTERFEIT
Bread and Kisses

Anon said: could I have a scenario where you and mark are on wgm together and mark is given a mission to act as cold to you as possible and you don’t know it’s a mission so you get really upset?? Happy ending please!

I know next to nothing about wgm, so this took longer than I expected but thank you for requesting I hope you like it I tried my best. ^^

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Always ➡️ Jikook (Mermaid AU) - Prologue

The darkest hour is just before the dawn.


That was a saying my father would tell me every single day. As we would get ready for work he would remind me to always see the positive in everything, as there is always light at the end of the tunnel. I thought this was all bullsh*t because if there was light at the end of the tunnel, the world would be at peace and they wouldn’t be dead.

When I was younger, my father and I would wake up real early and head to the beach where we would sit and enjoy the sun rising. The cold, fresh breeze of the salty water would hit our face, a scent that relaxed us both before a long day of work ahead of us.

My father and I were very close to each other. We trusted in one another to keep each other’s secrets. You could say he was my best friend and I was his. I was more closer to him than my mother. I loved both dearly and equally, but my father and I had a special connection.

Something that brought us together was our love for the sea and mermaids. We had a special interest in the sea and believed mermaids lived deep down at the bottom of sea. My mother thought we were delusional and remind us daily that mermaids do not exist. That they were mythical creatures made up and that this wasn’t a Disney movie. But we never paid attention to her comments, as deep down in our hearts we knew mermaids were real.

At night, when my father would tuck me to bed he would tell me stories about mermaid sightings and how they were the most beautiful creatures to have ever lived in the sea.

“Mermaids are beautiful creatures with many magical powers.” My father would tell me as he stroked my hair with his rough hands, “They may be beautiful creatures but beware Jungkook. They could also be very, very dangerous.”

“Why, daddy?” I would ask him with a curious tone, “Mermaids are beautiful, they are not supposed to be harmful.”

“That’s true, Jungkook. To the eye they seem beautiful and harmless.” My father would tell me, “But if a mermaid falls in love with a human, they are fatal consequences the human would face.”

“What consequences, dad?”

“Well, the human would end up with a broken heart because mermaids can not stay on land forever.” He would tell me with a very sweet, yet sad tone. “The human would die of a broken heart.”

That night was the last time I ever got to talk and be with my father. A destructive storm hit the village that next morning, and my father died while trying to rescue people who lived nearby the sea. He and hundreds of other people got dragged along the menacing, crashing waves. I remember my mother barging into my room, waking me up by the sound of the door slamming. She came up to me and hugged me, tears streaming down her face. I remember asking my mother what was wrong. She stayed quiet before telling me 4 words I dreaded to never hear. “Your father is dead.”

I remember breaking away from my mother’s grasp and running out of the house. Tears streaming down my face, my feet and body bare. I ran to the sea and fell to the sand, grasping my hair with my hands. “Why did he have to die?” I would mumble to myself angrily. “Why him!” I was so angry at God for taking my father away and I remember throwing stones at the water and crying for hours. My mother came up behind me, hugged me, and told me that everything would be fine. It wasn’t.

That same week, my mother also died of a broken heart and depression. She couldn’t handle the death of my father and having to raise a child on her own. On my mother’s funeral, I did not cry. I was out of tears and had promised myself to never cry again, and to never fall in love. On my father’s grave, I promised to carry out the promise I made.

Those last words he told me to promise are still engraved on my mind.

❝ Jungkook don’t ever fall in love with a mermaid. ❞

And those last words my father told me where exactly the opposite of what I did. I had failed to keep my father’s and my promise. I fell in love with a mermaid who saved my life in the beginning but broke my heart at the end.

Baron Corbin x reader

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Summary:  Can you do a Baron Corbin image were he takes care of the reader after she was injured in a mixed tag match? 

Warnings: none 

Tonight was the night where I got to team with Baron in a first ever mixed tag team match on RAW. Baron and I were going against Dolph Ziggler and Summer Rae. As you can probably guess, i am feuding with Summer and Baron is feuding with Dolph. As i was getting warmed up for our match, i felt his arms wrap around my waist. A smile appeared on my face and I turned around to be met with a kiss. “Hey babe. Are you ready for our match?” I asked him. He smirked. “Of course I’m ready, doll. Are you?” Baron asked. I nodded. “I can’t wait to beat that smug look off of Summer’s face.” I smirked. Baron laughed. 
“That’s my girl.” He said before planting a kiss on my forehead. He then went away to get into his ring gear.”You guys are so cute together.” My best friends Carmella and Nikki walked over. I smiled. “Thanks girls.” I gave them a hug before going to gorilla as our match would be in about ten minutes.

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Summer and Dolph were already out in the ring and Dolph was throwing this promo and it was going on and on. Baron’s music interrupted him and we walked out. I had my arm wrapped around Baron’s. We were an on-screen couple as well as in real life. So this really worked out well. I saw Dolph push Summer behind him as we got in the ring. Baron and Dolph faced off and the ref pushed them back. I got on the ring apron as Baron was going first. But, Dolph backed up and Summer tagged on his back before getting in. 
Baron looked at me and i just shrugged before getting in the ring. Soon, Summer and I were going face to face. I kept the upper hand mostly on Summer. 
As Summer was on the ground, i decided to run and tag in Baron but Summer grabbed my ankle, making me trip. I also landed wrong. I twisted my ankle badly. I grabbed it in pain. Summer went and grabbed me but I kicked her with my other foot. I crawled my way to Baron before tagging him in and rolling out. The ref ran over and checked on me. I told him I sprained my ankle and to let Baron finish the match. It wasn’t even twenty minutes when I heard the bell ring and Baron’s theme song play. I looked up to see Baron getting out of the ring. “Are you alright?” He asked, helping me up. I shook my head. “It’s my ankle.” I told him. 
He wrapped his arm around my waist and I threw my arm around his neck for support. He then helped me to the back and into the medic room. The medic quickly got to examining me. “Well, It turns out you got a severe sprain where you fell and twisted it. You have to be out of action for about three weeks. Should heal up then. I suggest not to walk on it at all. If you need to get up or something, try not to put pressure on it.” The medic explained. i just nodded. As he walked out of the room, i groaned. “It’s gonna be okay.” Baron said. I shook my head.
“This isn’t okay. I will be out of action for three weeks.” I sighed. Baron grabbed my hand. “Listen. Three weeks isn’t bad. It could be worse and you could be out for six months but you aren’t. For three weeks, I will help take care of you. i love you and i want you to get better.” Baron said. I smiled. “That’s why I love you.” I said. Baron then picked me up bridal style. He kissed my cheek. “Let’s get home and get you resting.”

Bestfriend Benefits [2]

Word count: 1.6k
Warning: sexual implications, warren still has a daddy kink
A/N: Im so overwhelmed by the positive feedback from Part One of “Bestfriend Benefits”; thank you guys so much for everything please keep sending me feedback because Im not sure if I like this part and it helps me stay inspired

“That was smooth as hell but we aren’t done yet. There is no way I would ever call you daddy.”
The car stopped as Warren suddenly turned to you; his eyes dark and mischievous as he leant over in his seat. Your faces were mere inches away, his hands grazing over your bare thigh as your cheeks flushed a bright pink.
“Oh baby girl we will see about that…”


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I’m scared that with time I will forget the way you use to laugh, the way you jumped up and down when you were waiting something or you were excited about something, the fact that you cracked your teeth when you were in 5th grade because you were restless, the fact that I was able to call you at 4am crying and you would get up in a heartbeat and come comfort me. I’m scared that as the time passes I will only remember some big things we did and that small things will disappear from my memory. I’m scared I will forget how it felt to have a real friend. But the thing that I know I won’t be able to forget is the fact how much I loved you and how much you loved me and that no matter how much time passes when someone asks me who is your best friend your name will automatically pop up in my head.
—  I wish we had more time to spend together