let me just cry all over again

anonymous asked:

Any tips for writing the character's personalities and speech? Thank you.

Here’s a piece of unflavored base dialogue vs how it would sound from each of the main 3:

Hello. Thank you for coming to meet me here. I have something important to tell you. First, let’s order something. [order]. Anyway, we have to stop seeing each other. It makes me very sad and I wish it didn’t have to be this way. But what can I do? Choose you over [important life choice]? I can’t do that. I’m sorry, but this is goodbye.

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Evan Peters- Liar

Word Count: 2035

Warning: heart break, cussing, and my weird writing.

A/N: I don’t really watch Evan Peters interviews and such , so I’m sorry if this isn’t the way he’ll act.
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Flashback
Calm down Y/N. You’ll be okay. You are gonna live your dream! He’ll be happy. You’ll come back. At least you’re at home and no-

I snapped out of thought when Evan tapped my shoulder.

“Are you okay babe?” Evan said to me

I looked at him and gave a light smile.

“Of course I am!” I said

“You looked scared.” He said with a frown, “Are you sure?”

“A little bit. I’m just have to tell you something.” I said putting my head down.

He grabbed my hands, “You can tell me anything and you know that.”

“Okay…” I took a deep breath, “I got the job I wanted.”

I looked up to see him smiling.

“That’s great ne-” I cut Evan off.

“It’s in England.” I said looking down.

He tried to speak words, but nothing came out.

“I’m sorry Evan…” I said on the verge of tears.

“Hey…” he said quietly, “Don’t cry. We’ll see each other soon. I can visit.” He said lifting my face up with a finger. He kissed me lightly.

“It’ll be alright…”

END OF THE FUCKING FLASHBACK BITCHES

“It’ll be alright” was the only thing floating through my mind.

“Liar…” I said as I looked at the photo.

It was him and his co-worker, Emma, kissing.

“THAT FUCKING LIAR!” I screamed as I flung a paint brush across the room.

How could he. How could he do that to me. I thought he was the one! The one who wouldn’t hurt me.

I’m wrong.

I grabbed a canvas out of a box and painted my heart out.

All I could do was paint. All I could think of was the hurt and pain running through me.

I was crying as I painted. All the colors I used expressed my emotions. Each brush stroke expressed my pain. How they were shades of blue and maroon with rough and jagged strokes.
(A/N: I think that expresses sadness and anger.)

In the end it was an abstract painting of a girl  on her knees crying, ripping her chest open to reveal her broken heart. Her head was tilted back and her long hair was so jagged, but it flowed down.

I smiled weakly as I signed my name. I felt a bit better, but a hole was still in my chest. I felt nothing there. Where is used to feel a pulse. Now I feel nothing there. It hurt.

I checked the time.
3:00 am.
(A/N: I don’t know how to convert it.)

I just took off my clothes and slept. I was drained emotionally and physically.

-Le Next Day-

I woke up with a knock on my apartment, or flat is what they say here, door.

I got up an-

“I’m leaving today!” I said

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!

I ran to a suitcase and grabbed a shirt and sweats. I got in the restroom and did stuff.

Someone was knocking.

“THE DOOR!” I yelled with my toothbrush in my mouth. I ran to it and opened it.

“Ms. Y/L/N your ride is ready to leave.” The man said in a very thick British accent, that sounded a bit like Matthew Lewis.

“I will be down in three minutes.” I said trying to smile with a toothbrush in my mouth.

“Will you need help?” The man said.

“Yes please, but not my green bag.” I said calmly.

“Yes ma'am.” He said with a smile.

I went back to the restroom and rinsed my mouth. I packed up my toiletries, and started to think.

Where am I going to stay? I’m not going back home. I need a plan.

Maybe Y/F/N will be able to let me stay at their place.

Or you can confront him!

No little voice. I will not confront that asshole.

Fine! Suit yourself.

I’m going crazy aren’t I?

Yes. You are talking to yourself.

Maybe that little voice is right. Maybe I should talk to him. Maybe it wasn’t what I thought of. Also that I need to get checked for any mental disorders.

“Ma'am. The car is ready and so are your luggage.” The man said.

I snapped my head to him.

“Thank you.” I smiled at him politely, “I will be out.”

He nodded and left.

Time to stop thinking and relax for an hours now.

-Time Skip brought by Jimmy Dean-

So that was a lie about not thinking. I thought a lot.

About life decisions and a lot about Evan.

Was he worth my tears?

I shook the thought of my head.

WAIT!

Who’s picking me up?

I got my carry on from the over head compartment, and exited the plane wearily. I went to baggage claim and got my bags. The others are going to be shipped to my house. Well our house.

I sighed I turned my phone on. Should of down that earlier. Whelp!

It took a couple minutes for it to turn on, but soon all the notifications came in.

Twitter.

Instagram.

Facebook.

One from MySpace.

19 missed phone calls and 20 messages from him.

I texted F/N to pick me up. Even if Evan came I won’t go with that asshat.

She said she’ll be there in 46 minutes because she lived close by and no traffic.

I went to sit and relaxed.

I went to my texts and said, “We are over. Don’t look for me. Don’t speak to me. We are over.”

My fingers hovered over the send button. I breathed in and hit send. It’s over. Time down the drain.
(A/N: Even my heart is hurting writing this.)

I stare at my phone noticing all these notifications. Mostly Twitter, so my curious mind decided to check.

So many people were bashing Evans and Emma. Whelp. Serves them right.

Some people say I deserved it and they saw it coming. Those soggy ass waffles.

I decided to respond.

“If I couldn’t see it coming then… How would you?” I tweeted.
(A/N: Cringe)

I turned off all notifications except my essentials. Messaging and phone calls. I just muted Evan. Simple.

Break down again! It’s healthy.

Not this again.

You made me up. This is you. I’m telling you what you tell your friends. You even say it’s good advice, so why not take it.

Because I don’t want to cry anymore!

I said to the little voice with an annoyed expression.

I got my earbuds out and decided to try and relax.

I put my Spotify songs on shuffle and let relaxation take over me.

I got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match

Great.” I mumbled to myself taking a deep breath.

What a catch, what a catch
Whoa
You’ll never catch us
So just let me be
Said I’ll be fine
‘Till the hospital or American Embassy
Miss Flack said I still want you back
Yeah, Miss Flack said I still want you back
I got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch
And all I can think of
Is the way I’m the one
Who charmed the one
Who gave up on you
Who gave up on you
They say the captain
Goes down with the ship
So, when the world ends
Will God go down with it?
Miss Flack said I still want you back
Yeah, Miss Flack said I still want you back
I got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch
And all I can think of
Is the way I’m the one
Who charmed the one
Who gave up on you
Who gave up on you
What a catch
What a catch
What a catch
What a catch
I will never end up like him
Behind my back, I already am
Keep a calendar
This way you will always know
I got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch
And all I can think of
Is the way I’m the one
Who charmed the one
Who gave up on you
Who gave up on you
Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman
Maybe he won’t find out what I know
You were the last good thing
We’re going down, down in an earlier round
And sugar, we’re goin’ down swinging
Dance, dance, we’re falling apart to halftime
Dance, dance, and these are the lives you’d love to lead
Dance, this is the way they’d love
If they knew how misery loved me
This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamn arms race
This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamn arms race
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren’t so great
He tastes like you, only sweeter
Growing up, growing up
I got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch

I remained at the airport till my friend picked me up. I trusted them with my life, and sometimes I shouldn’t.

They took me in and they gave me everything I needed. They were great, but what lingered on my mind was.

Evan…

-Time Skip: A week-

I opened the door and saw him. Why is he here!? I was about to close it, but he put his foot in the way.

“Y/N. Hear me out.”  I heard her voice say softly.

I nodded slowly unsure of what to say because if I did this would be a shit show.

“The article isn’t true.” He said to me, “We were going out to lunch together after a shoot with the cast. I was whispering something in her ear because I didn’t want others to hear, of course. They photoshopped to make us look like we were kissing. I swear. I would never hurt you. You make me so happy! You make me the happiest man!” He used small hand gestures. I looked in her eyes to see if he was lying, but he wasn’t, “I love everything about you. From how your hair smells to how sweet you are! I would never ever hurt you like this. I promised you.” He said with his voice cracking in the end.

“You really didn’t do any of it?” I said quietly.

He lightly grabbed my face.

I hesitated, but I grabbed one of his hands lightly.

“I would never lie to you for something this huge. Without you I don’t feel whole. I don’t feel me without knowing I can’t protect you. It hurts knowing I hurt you. It even hurts going home because I know you aren’t there.” He said looking me in the eye.

He really wasn’t lying.

You miss him. Go to him.

At this moment I didn’t hate this voice. It was right.

“I love you.” I said hugging him.

He hugged back almost instantly.

I pulled back and dragged him into the house.

Then I started thinking as I locked the door.

I turned back to him.

“What did you say to her?” I said to him.

He blushed.

Now it was his turn. He hesitated.

“I told her that I-I wa-wanted to m-marry you.” He said very nervously.

My eyes widened, but I smiled.

“You want to marry me?” I said sheepishly with a blush evident on my face.

“I still do.” He said confidently.

“Is that offer still up?” I said rubbing my arm.

I just got him back and I’m asking him to basically marry me.

He smiled widely and got down on one knee.

“Will you Y/N Y/L/N become my partner-in-crime for life, even in the afterlife?” He said pulling a a black box out with a beautiful ring inside.
(A/N: Imagine the ring because I don’t know your style at all.)

“Yes!” I said jumping on him.

I smashed my lips on him and he smiled into it. This kiss was a kiss that made up all the lost time.

He was my world. He made me so happy. His personality made me smile, and his looks made me smirk.

He was mine and I love him.
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A/N:
The next part will involve some naughty things.

anonymous asked:

cute fluffy harry blurb :((( - him waking up in the middle of the night after you had a little fight and coming upstairs off the couch to crawl in bed with you and he feels your tears on the pillows and he pulls you closer and you both apologize and he cuddles you all sweet

Fighting was never easy between the two of them. Pent up emotion let out in screaming matches that started in one part of the house and ended with him on the couch and her crying herself to sleep.

This fight, in particular, started out over something small. A glass slipped from her hand while she was putting away the dishes and shattered all over the counter, scaring her and startling him. She rushed to clean it up, embarrassed for causing such a disturbance in the post-dinner peace of their home, when she cut her hand. It wasn’t anything serious, but there was blood and there was still a mess to be cleaned up. 

Somehow, in the midst of cleaning the blur of glass and blood, an argument broke out between the two of them. Funny thing is, now neither of them can recall what exactly it was that made them so angry with each other. It happened every so often, the fighting. Both of them too hard-headed and stubborn to just shut up and let it go. They always had to let it escalate until they couldn’t stand to look at each other. However, they would come together and still love one and other all the same, growing stronger in their relationship.

It hurt his heart to see her cry, and it hurt her to get under his skin the only way she knew how to. It hurt them both to sleep alone, on opposite ends of the house. It called for tired nights of restless sleeping and minds racing, and to be honest, it was uncomfortable. This time, however, he couldn’t contain the want to be near her. He was growing more and more irritated at the fact that all he wanted to do was hold her, and he couldn’t. Or could he?

He approached the bedroom door and gently pushed it open, immediately hearing her soft cries and seeing her body shake with each breath. His whole demeanor shifted instantly. He wanted to take away all the pain he caused her. He crawled into bed behind her, alarming her at first until she took in the familiar scent and melted into his touch.

“I’m s’sorry, angel.” he sighed, kissing her head. “Didn’ mean a word of it, never do. Jus’ let my emotions get the best of me.” He combed his fingers through her hair and soothed away her tears. “Don’ like when yeh cry.”

“You know me,” she whispered, “just a big ole’ baby.”

“But you’re my big ole’ baby. Wouldn' ‘ave yeh any other way.” He kissed her head over and over again. “Love yeh so much. Always.”

“Even when I make you mad?”

“I said always, didn’ I?” He smiled.

She turned around in his grasp to place a sweet kiss on his lips, sighing in contentment. “I love you. Always.” She mocked, but she meant it all the same.

Yoon Jisung Mafia AU

warning: violence, drugs, guns, drinking, sexual harassment 

  • the first time you saw yoon jisung, you didn’t know who he was
  • he was clearly injured, with bruises littering one side of his face and a huge open wound on his arm
  • you were just a night-shift worker at the local pharmacy, with absolutely no medical knowledge further than what you’d seen on grey’s anatomy
  • he was clearly in pain though, so you rushed to help him wash the wound out
  • “i just need some bandages” he hissed, face scrunched up in pain
  • “it’s fine, you clearly need help!” you exclaimed, tightly wrapping a bandage around the wound on his arm
  • after finding him some bruise cream and helping him pat it on, you rang up a few more packets of bruise cream
  • “i hope you feel better!”
  • jisung thanked you, sending you a bright smile despite how much pain he was in
  • you totally forgot about that strange occurrence until he showed up again, this time with scrapes and scratches running all up and down his exposed arms
  • he was dressed in a suit, matted with blood and dirt and all scratched up
  • “are you okay? you need to go to a hospital!”
  • “no hospital.” he said firmly “i just want to buy bandages”
  • you frowned, looking at the man
  • then you realized that blood was dripping on the floor
  • you flipped the “open” sign to closed and quickly led him to the back, grabbing a few supplies before going into the breakroom, where there was a sink
  • “where are you hurt?” you asked worriedly, “is your chest hurt?”
  • you helped the man ease out of his suit jacket and carefully unbuttoned his white collared shirt, so worried about him that you didn’t even realize what was happening
  • he stared down at you as you carefully slid off the shirt, cheeks a bit redder than before
  • his chest was full of old scars and a single tattoo above his heart of ‘101′
  • “i’m going to clean these, is that okay?” you asked, pointing to the scrapes all along the side of his torso
  • he nodded, turning to make it easier for you
  • “aren’t you being a bit too trusting?” he asked slowly, knuckles turning white from the pain
  • “you’re hurt,” you pointed out “and you’re at a pharmacy. i’m not going to be an asshole.”
  • “thank you” 
  • you carefully rinsed the scrapes, applying gauze over them before moving on to the ones on his arm.
  • “what’s your name, anyways? this is the second time this has happened, and i still know nothing about you.”
  • “jisung.” he replied shortly, making you cock an eyebrow.
  • “that’s it? nothing about yourself?”
  • “you don’t want to know about me.”
  • “right. i suppose you’re not going to tell me how you got hurt?”
  • “like i said, you wouldn’t want to know”
  • it becomes a regular thing– jisung would show up late at night, seriously injured
  • you always thought it would be a lot smarter for him to just go to the hospital, but he always insisted it was a bad idea
  • but when he shows up with a bullet wound in his shoulder, you draw the line
  • “i can’t keep doing this without answers, jisung! you need medical attention, not some ace bandages put on by a college student!”
  • jisung just kind of stared at you intensely, but you refused to back down, you had enough of it
  • wordlessly he just left, and when you ran out into the street to call out for him, he had disappeared
  • as the days progressed, he didn’t show up to your night shift again
  • and you started to realize how much you missed him
  • even when he was injured, he was bright and sunny, asking you how your day was and providing you with words of encouragement
  • and even if you didn’t know what his profession was or why he was always so injured, you knew that he was kind and caring and funny
  • one night you’re restocking the cough drops when there’s this loud crash at the front of the store
  • and you rush out, thinking that maybe, just maybe it’s jisung
  • four or five men, all dressed in black suits, heavily tattooed , stood there
  • “it’s her!”
  • one of them pointed at you, making you scream
  • you didn’t know what was happening but they didn’t look like they were there to buy some pain relievers
  • you raced down one of the aisles, knocking over as much stuff as you could to slow down their paths
  • you got to the door to the back room and locked it quickly, shaking and panicked
  • through the little window you could see one of them coming closer and closer
  • and then there was this super loud pop and a scream, followed by similar sounds
  • “weapon on the ground, s.coups”
  • you’d know that voice anywhere, but you didn’t want to believe it
  • through the little window, you could see five men dressed similarly to the other guys, all holding guns up, ready to shoot
  • the man in the middle was jisung
  • you’d never seen him so threatening or murderous before
  • one of the other guys yanks the last guy, s.coups, up and starts tying his hands behind his back and jisung begins looking for you
  • “(y/n)?” he yelled loudly, voice desperate
  • you fumbled to unlock the door, stumbling out into the store
  • as soon as he saw you, he hugged you tightly, stroking your hair as you started crying from the shock of it
  • “minhyun, grab me a blanket from the car, will you?”
  • “i was so scared,” you sobbed into his chest, shaking terribly
  • “i know, i’m sorry baby,” he soothed, rubbing circles into your back, “i’m here now, you’re safe” 
  • he carefully wrapped you in a blanket, leading you to the back room and helped you sit down on the couch
  • the other guys with him scouted the store and took the man, s.coups, outside as jisung comforted you
  • he pressed kisses to the top of your head, apologizing softly to you
  • “it was my fault, baby, they saw me coming here whenever i got injured and i guess decided to take you out”
  • “w-what do you mean?” 
  • “baby, i’m with 101″ jisung murmured into your hair, letting you lean on him, exhausted
  • “you’re in the mafia?”
  • “yeah, i am”
  • “and that’s why you were always hurt?”
  • “yeah, i didn’t want to tell you because that would put you in danger”
  • you started sobbing all over again, feeling emotional from everything that happened
  • jisung looked at you, frowning
  • “hey, hey, why are you crying, love?”
  • “i just don’t want you to get hurt anymore!”
  • he smiled, facing you as he carefully brushed your tears away
  • the two of you looked at each other, and you felt your breath waiting in your lungs
  • “can i kiss you?” 
  • you just nodded, leaning forward to let him kiss you tenderly, rubbing your back
  • you started crying again, totally overwhelmed
  • when you parted he hugged you again, pulling the blanket tighter around your shoulders
  • the other guys he was with offered to drive you home to your apartment, and your legs were still so shaky that he had to piggy-back you out
  • he helped you to your front door, and as he was leaving, you grabbed the hem of his jacket
  • “jisung, can you stay?”
  • jisung turned to you, smiling gently
  • “of course, baby.”
  • you spent the night cuddling as he held you tightly, still apologizing for putting you in any kind of danger.
"Love Me"

Originally posted by starryiplier

Request: Can I make a request for an aro reader with an ex boyfriend(from before she knew she was aro) who’s obsessed with her, and mark Tyler and ethan help her out and protect her?

Summary: Fem!Reader’s ex-boyfriend has been giving her a “hard time” (understatement) since they broke up and now the guys are ready to Hulk Smash™ him into the void.

A/N: Hey all, meant to get this up yesterday but I wasn’t feeling sure about how I’d written it so I had the best person ever @sweetnestor beta it and now I’m feeling much better with it lmao. Thanks mah dude you helped BUNCHES. Anyway yup hope you guys enjoy this long ass fic!

Wordcount: 1354, back to my usual length for fics!!!!!!!

Warnings: mention of stalking, panic attack, mention of homophobia (is that what it’s called when it’s against someone that’s aro or is there a different word for that?? I’m not sure am srry)

Requests are closed for the time being friends, sorry about that!

It didn’t take long for the gang to realize something was wrong. You’d been holed up in your house for a few days already, very unlike your usual energetic self. How could they blame you? You could barely walk to the restroom without having a panic attack and they expected you to leave your safe space? Not gonna happen.

Not when every noise reminds you of him. Every knock at the door, every creak of the house, every tap on the window sent you into a frenzy. Your boyfriend had always had a… crazy way of showing his affection for you. As your ex he was no different, especially under the circumstances of the split.

Nonetheless by the end of week one of isolation every noise set you off, especially the doorbell. This time was no different. You dove under the covers, praying that whoever was there would just go away. The ringing persisted, followed by a few curt knocks at the door. When you heard the familiar creak of the door opening you felt you heart jump into your throat. Your blood ran cold through your body, your eyes were as big as saucers, your breathing short and shallow.

The footsteps continued, is there more than one intruder? Had he brought his friends? You felt around under the covers and grabbed the baseball bat you’d started keeping in bed with you.

“Ok self,” you whispered to yourself, “you’ll be fine. Just beat the shit out of them before they beat the shit out of you. Go.”

You slowly tip toed towards the living room, careful to avoid every creaky board. You jumped out from around the corner, ready to swing at the threat. Instead you heard your scream mingle with 3 deeper ones.

“AH- What the fuck?!” You screamed, falling back onto the couch behind you. The boys before you had the same reaction, more or less. “Why are you here trying to give me a hEART ATTACK?”

“Well why are you lurking around with a baseball bat in your own home?” Mark exclaimed as he clutched at his chest and tried catching his breath.

“To be fair, you did walk into my house unannounced,” you gasped for air, trying to fill your burning lungs.

“Yeah sorry, I still have that key you gave me when you moved out,” Tyler replied sheepishly as he held the small piece of metal up for you to see.

“You- shouldn’t have- done that-” you sputtered panting for breath. Shit, the panic was settling in.

“Hey are you ok?” Ethan asked as he sat down beside you, recognizing the symptoms of your oncoming panic attack. “Hey it’s ok, we’re sorry we just barged in here. Take some deep breaths with me?”

You were struggling to form a coherent string of words, but Ethan’s hand felt nice on your back and the tension lifted a little bit. “In, out, there you go just like that,” Ethan continued coaching you through the attack. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Mark and Tyler make worried eye contact before they ran into the kitchen. Out they came just moments later, water bottle and blanket in hand.

“Just let me know when you’re good, keep breathing for me,” Ethan whispered as he opened the bottle for you and placed it in your hand. “Drink when you’re ready.”

It felt like you’d sat there wheezing and crying for an eternity, staring at the ground hearing your heart pound in your ears. Ethan sat by you through it all, rubbing your back over the blanket Tyler placed on you. To be honest, after a while you forgot you weren’t alone. Everything just kind of fell away from you, the only thing anchoring you to reality was the hand at your back and the hand on your knee.

You looked up and saw Mark rubbing at his forehead while Tyler paced in front of you nervously. Something about the sight was calming to you. At least while they’re here I know he won’t get to me, the thought did it for you. You took the first deep and satisfying breath of the week.

“I, I think I’m good,” you said, still a little short of breath but loads better than before.

“Will you tell us what’s wrong?” Mark asked, kneeling in front of you to look you in the eyes. “We were worried before but, Jesus y/n, I think we were as scared as you were during that episode.”

“I really don’t think you were, Mark,” you answered.

“What Mark meant to say is that if we weren’t worried before we’re definitely worried now. What’s got you so on edge?” Tyler asked as he sat in the seat next to you and pulled you into a warm side hug.

“It’s…“ you paused. Were you ready for them to know? You could already see their reactions, not pretty.

“You can tell us y/n, we just want to make you feel better,” Ethan added.

Maybe it was the softness in his voice, or the worry lines scattered on Mark’s forehead, or the sound of Tyler’s slightly elevated heart beat ringing in your ears, or maybe a culmination of the three. Something told you they had to know. “It’s Isaac.”

“Isaac? What did he do?” Mark’s voice dropped an octave as he shot up into the air. You could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears. “He didn’t hurt you did he?”

“No, not yet.” You voice wavered. You could feel the tears coming on and there was nothing you could to stop it. “He didn’t take me coming out v-very well. Hasn’t left me alone since the b-breakup.” With tears in your eyes you looked down at the floor, “He comes a-and knocks on my door in the middle of the night. He taps on my window. He e-even leaves notes around the security cameras saying creepy sh-shit like h-how he’ll get me to lo-love him if it’s the last thing he d-does.”

The notes were definitely the worst part of the whole ordeal. He knew you’d leave the cameras on, and he knew you’d keep checking them. That sadistic fuck knew you so well and it was driving you insane with fear.

Mark’s knuckles were fisted so tight they were turning white. Tyler’s heart rate had increased by ten fold before he stood abruptly and began pacing once again, this time out of anger rather than worry. Ethan just held your crying body close to him, rubbing at your back once more. “Why didn’t you say anything?” He whispered.

“I was scared. I am scared.” You responded.

“We’d never let anything happen to you, bub. You know that right?” Mark said, pulling you out of Ethan’s arms and into his own.

“You’re staying with me,” Tyler said, already on his way to your room to pack you an overnight bag.

“We’ll all stay at my house. We’ll sleep on the floor in the living room and watch over you while you sleep, sound good?” Mark suggested as he held you at an arms length to wipe away your tears.

“We’ll get the girls to come over too,” Ethan called out from your bathroom as he grabbed your some of your essentials. “It’ll be like a big sleepover!”

Tyler came back in, duffel resting over his shoulder as he made his way to you and squeezed your shoulder, “He’ll regret ever making you feel like this if we ever see him again. He won’t get near you while we’re around.”

Ethan came back in, your makeup bag and travel bag with him. “You’ll be safe with us.” He said with a small smile.

“I love you guys,” you said, a whole new wave of tears running down your cheeks.

“We love you more,” Mark said with a smile as he pulled you towards the door. “Also, just letting you know, there’s literally nothing you can do to stop us from calling the cops on that scumbag Isaac.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”


A/N 2.0 Hey wow I’m actually v happy with how this came out, what a change of pace. I hope you guys enjoyed this one! It’s a bit dark, I know, but as soon as I read the request and started on it I just knew that this would be a great opportunity to write some good old fashioned angst! Anyway yup here it is thanks @sweetnestor again for beta'ing this and helping me work out the kinks! Greatly appreciated :D (ps you guys should check out her stuff too bc it’s AMAZEBALLS and she’s 20x better at writing the Angst™ than I am lmao)

Special thanks to the anon that requested this! It was really fun to write and idk I don’t get a lot of opportunities to write angst or just the boys so this was really fun for me. Also the request was just v intriguing and something that I’d read too so it was cool to get to write it! I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME 1639031 YEARS TO GET TO PLS FORGIVE ME.

Requests are closed for now, sorry dudes!

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Pink Tea

Summary: Levi actually doesn`t like black tea very much. [Canonverse}

AO3 Version: Pink Tea

It was a known fact that Captain Levi enjoyed tea, some even thought his entire diet consisted of it. Because he liked tea, everyone who liked the Captain made it for him, in order to impress him and gain his praises, but they never did, it was always `thanks` in that flat tone of his that always insinuated `it`s not very good, try again`. Little did they know it wasn`t because they`d steeped it too long or used the wrong blend, or even the wrong tea cup, but because they all assumed Levi liked his tea black and bitter.

Levi loathed straight black tea, despite popular belief, and whenever someone made him a cup he`d make sure add about a hundred spoonfuls of sugar to it. It`s why no one ever saw him preparing his own tea, or drinking it after they`d served it to him, what would they think if they saw their war hardened Captain pouring all that sugar into his tea because he couldn`t have it black?

Drinking black tea in a plain white mug was manlier than sweet tea with lots of cream in his favorite baby blue tea cup, and he had an image to uphold. It was like if he asked for strawberry milk instead of a beer, like choosing a unicorn over a horse, you just didn`t do it. So Levi kept his little sweet tooth secret, never would anyone see him pouring half the bag of sugar into his tea, or the fact that the tea in the black tea tin was actually his favorite rose blend.

He`d sit up in his office, choose one of his favorite tea sets and drink his feminine choice in drink in peace, it`s where he thought he was completely safe from prying eyes and mocking gazes. He liked having his fluffy quilt of cotton and floral fabric, an old one he`d found, but was able to mend himself, and a good book, particularly romance novels where one couldn`t be with the other due to their age difference but somehow they would love one another anyway and live happily ever after.

No one ever dared disturb him during this time, everyone around knew they were his designated relaxation hours. Everyone who`d been with him for long enough knew that, everyone except Eren. Eren who looked up to him the most, Eren who would lose all respect for him if he knew how soft his Captain really was, Eren who never fucking knocked before coming in.

“Captain! I was looking all over for… you.” Eren shouted coming in, only to pause at the scene before him. Captain Levi curled up in his way too big desk chair bundled up in a rose patterned blanket that seemed to swallow him whole, a book with a romantic title, “To Love Him Is Wrong, But I Cannot Bring Myself To Be Right”, and was that two guys on the cover? But most of all he had a well made, pearly pink, china tea set with cherry blossoms and rosy branches painted all over it and a tea cup full of creamy looking peach colored tea, definitely not the dark black he usually drank.

“Captain what are you…?”

Levi looked like a cross between furious, embarrassed and ready to cry.

“You`re so…”

Here it comes, he`s going to cut into his ass and never respect him again. Levi would have to beat him harder than he had at the tribunal to get him to take him seriously ever again.

“Cute!”

What?

“Wow, seriously sir, you`re just adorable if you don`t mind me saying so!” Eren squealed, holding his own face in his hands. Levi blinked, technically, this was what he`d been dreading, to be seen in a soft, weak light, but… it didn`t feel so bad with Eren doing it.

“Is that so?” Levi had to be sure, Eren nodded eagerly at the question.

“Mh! It`s awesome you can be cute like this but still kick ass!” The boy praised. Levi hadn`t ever thought of it that way, but still…

“Ahem, thank you Eren. But you can`t say anything about this okay?” Levi said, Eren looked confused for a moment, like he wanted to ask questions, but then understanding filled his green orbs instead.

It looked like Eren was going to give him some lecture about pride or something so Levi shut him up quick, “It`s our special secret.” He whispered, immediately Eren`s face lit up like a Christmas tree, not just anyone got to know about the Captain`s special secrets so he must have really trusted Eren in particular! Aa, he wanted to brag about it but, if Levi trusted him to keep it a secret then he wouldn`t say a word.

“Yes sir! My lips are sealed!” Eren promised,

Levi had never been more relieved it was Eren who`d barged into his office.

Once Eren had found out about his little secret the boy had pestered him until he`d given him the recipe for his ideal tea, five spoons of sugar, three splashes of cream and use the rose blend on the top shelf of the pantry, and the shifter took it as his duty to prepare Levi`s tea from then on, because he knew Captain`s secret now so he could prepare what he liked, and Levi let him. Only because somehow the brat`s tea was a hundred times better than his own. When he made it, it was just sweet enough, always steeped to perfection, always had a creamy texture and was never gritty, sometimes he`d even put actual rose petals in for extra flavor.

No longer did Levi have to tiptoe about just to get a cup of tea, because Eren always seemed to know when he was craving it and would be at his door with a steaming pot ready for him. But it became more than tea too, he brought him warm sweaters, Captain always looks so cold in that blanket, new books, I didn`t know what you liked to read but this one has guys on the cover too, and kept him company.

Levi didn`t know how close they were becoming, how he would let Eren share his quilt because it was big enough for both of them, let Eren blush himself silly trying to read his romance books aloud, let the cadet lay his head on his lap when he got sleepy. And when he finally did notice, he didn`t mind as much as he should, at all really. He could admit it, if only to himself, he really liked Eren. In the kind of way his novels described, his heart would beat fast, his hands would sweat - disgusting - and he would feel light whenever he was near. Geez he really was turning into a girl wasn`t he?

Still, he should have guessed such bliss couldn`t last.

It had been another day, pretty slow in terms of training and such since there wasn`t anything urgent to learn so Eren had come to his office earlier than normal, baring his usual gifts of a large blanket and tea and cookies to share. Levi had looked up from his blasted paperwork to find the boy smiling down at him and he allowed himself a small one in return. He pushed his work aside, Eyebrows would get it when he finished dammit, and opened his arms to invite Eren over into the large chair like always. Eren had happily squeezed in next to him, draping the big blanket over their heads and shoulders and poured the two some of his delicious tea.

Right as they were settling in, Eren laying his head on Levi`s to read over his shoulder, they`d switched out romance novels for action/adventures, the door was flung open in a flurry of `I`m sorry for intruding` and bad undercuts. Oluo stood in the doorway bowing until he was almost in half and holding out more paperwork, seriously, more Erwin? Do your own damn paperwork! Straight out in front of him. Instead of jumping up Eren had pulled him closer protectively, not knowing who had been coming in at first and Levi sat completely still.

“F-forgive me sir! You weren`t answering your door so I…” Oluo had started up with his rambling apology and raised his head to do so properly, but he was met with the sight of Captain Levi looking terribly small wrapped in a giant fluffy blanket with… with the newbie! And what was with that tea? It was pink! Just what exactly was he seeing here!?

“What is all of this?” Oluo yelled, of course he bit his tongue in the process.

Eren`s eyes shot over to look at Levi who was still frozen with shock and looked ready to cry again, he had to do something to keep the Captain`s secret, as painful as this would be for him, he couldn`t let his Captain take this, it was time for him to repay all his kindness these past days.

“Ahem, this is all me.” Eren said seriously, his voice was really out of place in the fluffy scene. Levi shot him a look of disbelief but he didn`t stop, let me do this for you sir, he thought. “I… I like all this kind of stuff, and I dragged Captain into with me, and because he was kind he stayed, even though he doesn`t like this kind of thing at all!”

Oluo sneered at him, “Hah, should have known you were a weirdo, what are you some kind of girl? Hah! You`re lucky the Captain`s such a good man, I wouldn`t have let a rookie like you get away with it though, I`d-”

As Oluo continued to lecture Eren, Levi couldn`t tear his eyes away from him. This boy, with so little already, had taken such a hard blow to his pride, saved Levi from humiliation, without even being asked to. He was sitting through the harsh words hewas supposed to be getting, he was the one who liked all this, in fact, Eren was the one who liked his tea black without anything else between them. Eren had taken the bullet for him like it was nothing, he would have never imagined he cared that much.

“Enough Oluo.” Levi ordered, he couldn`t let this continue.

“But sir! He`s the one who dragged you into-”

“Hoh? Did I stutter? That was an order soldier.” He told the man darkly, and with a not manly at all squeak he scurried out of the room, making sure to close the door behind him so Levi wouldn`t give chase.

After he`d left Eren let out a nervous laugh, “Haha, that was close wasn`t it sir?”

“Why did you do it Eren?” Levi cut in, why would anyone, no matter how close, take that kind of pain for another?

Eren`s eyes darted around uneasily as he let out another laugh.

“W-well I promised to keep your secret didn`t I? And I-”

“Eren. Don`t lie, what`s the real reason? Even if you were keeping my secret you didn`t have to take the blame.”

Eren sighed.

“I-I guess there`s no hiding it then huh?” … “I-I like you Captain.” The boy admitted, ah, Levi`s heart was skipping every other beat again.

“And because I like you, I had to protect you sir. Please forgive me for having these weird feelings for you!” Eren pleaded, he pulled the blanket they`d been sharing over his head further to hide himself completely from view.

Eren liked him. Eren liked him. He could feel not only a burning blush covering his cheeks, but a big - big for him that was - smile spreading on his face as he let out a breathy laugh, there was nothing really funny about it, but it was more of a relief kind of laugh. If Eren was weird, Levi supposed he was too right?

He wiggled his way under the blanket with Eren, even as he tried to shift away and hide more, and pulled him into a soft kiss that stopped his struggling instantly. Levi wasn`t very experienced, he just sort of, held their lips together, but Eren hummed contently and it felt good, really good, even if they weren`t doing anything. When he could bring himself to pull back a minute or so later he whispered to the boy,

“I like you too, Eren.”

Eren gaped when his lip fell away from his, his eyes growing impossibly larger - because they were already so big - at his superior`s confession. Levi was a bit nervous, maybe he had read his words wrong and Eren didn`t like him that way. Maybe Levi had made a comeplete fool of himself and really made Eren lose respect for him that no beating would restore.

But then Eren`s dropped jaw formed a smile, a happy, joyful smile, like Levi had promised him the world in just one confession.

The grin on Eren`s face made his own small smile grow just that much more as the kid pulled him into a bear hug and laughed like he`d heard the funniest thing in the world. His laughter was deep and contagious and Levi started laughing too, his lighter, quieter giggles mixing with Eren`s well.

What were they even doing? Giggling like two teenagers - technically one of them was - underneath a blanket like it was their own little world. But Levi didn`t care, for once in a long, long time, he was just happy. The two eventually calmed down enough to form words, Eren`s first ones were thanking him for accepting his feelings. Speaking of thanks, now that they were technically together he could…

“Eren, I want to thank you for saving me before.” Levi said lowly, shifting himself closer to Eren`s lap. Eren looked at him strangely, reminding him he`d already said that. Sigh, this brat had no idea how to take hints did he? Figures he would fall for someone like that.

“No, I want to… repay your kindness Eren.” Levi purred, taking the boy`s face in his hands as it finally clicked for him, you could practically hear it.

“Y-yeah?”

“Mmhm, would you like that Eren?”

Eren nodded.

Taking that as the approval he needed, Levi pulled the blanket away from their heads and let it fall to the floor. Eren laid back on the plushy chair when Levi`s hands pushed him against it, using his shoulders as leverage to crawl over him and straddle his waist.

They looked at each other for a moment, breath quickening at what was to come, Eren made the first move with a noisy `gulp` and pulled Levi close by the small of his back with one hand and tilted his head forwards with the other, closing the gap between them second time. Eren was more forceful than Levi had been as he worked his lips against Levi own, loving the sound of his stuttering gasp when he dared dart his tongue out to slide across his plump bottom lip to coax them to part.

He let his hands wander down this body he`d admired for so long, caution slowly slipping from his mind, running along Levi`s back, his arms, his hips, before settling on his ass to give it a timid squeeze, causing Levi to let out a scandalized squeak, making the mistake of opening his mouth to let Eren enter it easily. Levi didn`t seem to understand at first, why his mouth was suddenly so hot, but he still moaned at the feeling of Eren tongue inside his mouth, against his own, rubbing against it and exploring every part it could reach.

Eren pulled back, Levi`s lips chasing after his as he did so, to tug at the Captain`s shirt, his implications clear. Levi blushed harder but lifted his arms so Eren could pull the cloth away. Eren`s hands instantly stroked his sides and grabbed at his hips, muttering to himself `so smooth` and `pretty, you`re very pretty sir` as he was captivated by the newly exposed skin. Levi felt flatter but, also cheated. Eren was still fully clothed…

“N-now you.” He insisted, trying to sound firm. Eren held back a smile, he was being shy again. Either way Eren obeyed, taking his shirt from the bottom hem and slipping it over his head confidently, though he did feel a bit exposed now since Levi was no longer the only one like this and was staring at him so intensely. Silver eyes roamed his chest and abs shamelessly, but his hands were a different story, hiding themselves deeper into his brown locks, too frightened to venture down.

“Hey, it`s okay, go ahead.” Eren encouraged, wanting Levi to feel free to touch him as he pleased, and to feel those hands on his body. Levi nodded a bit, mostly to himself and placed both hands on his chest, biting his lip in concentration. He stayed in that position, unsure of what to do next, Eren couldn`t help himself as he reached out to cup his face with his hands.

“You`re so cute Captain, please do as you wish with me.” He cooed, Levi looked up at him through his black lashes, flushing at the compliment, before letting his own hands wander as Eren`s had been, carving out all the harsh edges and dips in his muscles, getting startled whenever Eren couldn`t hold back a shudder. Levi let his fingers trail back up over Eren`s body, tickling the back of his neck and… oh.

“Ah! Levi!” Eren gasped, Levi forced himself not to jump right off his lap in fright, he was nervous after all, but that passed all too quickly when Levi realized he was the one to make such a sound spill from Eren`s mouth so forcefully, it gave him quite the boost in his confidence and he boldly brushed the spot on the back of the brunet`s neck again, earning another loud pant.

It was something like a titan wasn`t it? The weak spot at the nape, and Eren was a titan too so… it made sense didn`t it? Idly Levi thought of Hanji having an out right fit at the information, but she wouldn`t be getting it, Levi decided this would be his own secret as he kept rubbing Eren`s nape, he was the only one who was going to know exactly what Eren liked. He felt like he had some kind of special position by knowing it, and he was selfish so he wouldn`t be letting anyone else find out.

“You like it, Eren?” The raven mumbled softly to the shifter, who had gone limp against his shoulder, shuddering every other second. He could feel him nod vigorously from where his head lied. To his surprise though, Eren pulled his head, and neck, away from Levi`s grasp suddenly. He shook his head, like he was trying yo convince himself, and told him,

“S-sir, I want to be gentle with you, but if you continue to do things like that… I don`t think I`ll be able to hold back.”

Levi blinked, then a blush took over his face when he realized what the cadet was implying.

“W-who said anything about that you idiot! Don`t get so ahead of yourself.” He hissed, Eren opened his mouth to apologize then, his eyes wide at the realization of his own statement and face looking a bit disappointed but Levi stopped him before he could say anything.

“B-but since, since I`m repaying you…”

Eren immediately perked up like some puppy. Tch. That was annoying.

“Don`t be so eager.”

Now he was a kicked puppy and Levi felt bad.

“Ahem, since I`m repaying you, please… do what you wish with me.” The captain forced out, repeating Eren`s own offer from earlier, looking away from Eren`s intense gaze as he took in what he was saying. But that`s all he was doing, just looking and damn it all if Levi wasn`t embarrassed enough already.

“Well? Say something you- AH!”

The moment he was fed up with the silence was the moment Eren pounced on him, pinning him to the desk in front of them - behind him? - and staring down at Levi with an animalistic glint in his vibrant green eyes. Levi`s silver slivers widened at the sudden, but slight, pain in his back from being slammed against hard wood.

“E-Eren-”

“I really tried holding back sir, but when you talk like that… Please forgive me for this.”

With that Eren dove forwards, pressing their bodies together as tightly as he could, almost crushing Levi in the process with his weight, and began to rock back and forth, rubbing their arousals together. Levi covered his mouth to muffled the girly noises that were spilling from him, his other gripping Eren`s back for dear life as the boy grinded onto him.

Eren wouldn`t slow down, going full force the moment he was upon him, panting harshly like a dog into his ear, mumbling things like `captain`s skin is so soft` and `your voice is so sweet sir, let me hear it more`. The desk protested at the constant rhythm of back and forth, back and forth, creaking it`s complaint loudly beneath them.

“Ah! Eren, Eren slow down,” Levi panted, becoming overwhelmed with the sheer amount of contact. Eren growled lowly, like it was the worst thing to pull away from Levi even for a second.

“No.” He told him.

At any other moment Levi would have been furious, but right then he couldn`t possibly think of anything other than Eren caging him against the desk as he grinded his back against the smooth wood. It felt like hours Levi lied there, just taking whatever Eren had left, he didn`t notice his own moans rising in pitch, coming at a faster frequency, didn`t feel Eren`s thrusts becoming erratic as his own hips bucked with a mind of their own.

“Mmh, mn, I-I`m- ah!” For the love of Maria he couldn`t even warn Eren he was about to-

“Eren!”

White spots danced across Levi`s tightly shut eyelids as he reached his high, Eren still frantically rubbing against him, before finding his own relief with a long groan, then plopping down onto Levi`s heaving form in exhaustion. They lay there, panting as they calmed down. Eren lifted his head from Levi chest to smile a dopey smile up at him, and Levi couldn`t do more than ruffle his brown locks lovingly in return.

He could chew him out for ruining two perfectly good pairs of uniform pants later.

anonymous asked:

Only now that I realized that Harry sings only the last part of Though The Dark. What deeper, because it was Louis who wrote. Taking into account what Liam said Louis was good at writing. This makes this song even more intense for me, taking into account the date it was written. It reminds me of Two Ghosts.

You’re so right! Written early in 2013 for Midnight Memories, same time frame as Two Ghosts.

It was a time when there was no way H&L could write a song together.

Lyrics
You tell me that you’re sad and lost your way
You tell me that your tears are here to stay
But I know you’re only hiding
And I just wanna see you

You tell me that you’re hurt and you’re in pain
And I can see your head is held in shame,
But I just wanna see you smile again
See you smile again

But don’t burn out
Even if you scream and shout
It’ll come back to you
And I’ll be here for you

Oh I will carry you over
Fire and water for your love
And I will hold you closer
Hope your heart is strong enough
When the night is coming down on you
We will find a way

[Harry only]
Through the dark

I wish that I could take you to the stars
I’d never let you fall and break your heart
And if you wanna cry or fall apart
I’ll be there to hold you

[Louis’ solo]
You tell me that you hurt, it’s all in vain
But I can see your heart can love again
And I remember you laughing
So let’s just laugh again

But don’t burn out
Even if you scream and shout
It’ll come back to you, back to you

Oh I will carry you over
Fire and water for your love
And I will hold you closer
Hope your heart is strong enough
When the night is coming down on you
We will find a way through the dark

And you don’t need
You don’t need to worry
And you will see it’s easy to be loved
I know you wanna be loved

Oh I will carry you over
Fire and water for your love

Oh I will carry you over
Fire and water for your love
And I will hold you closer
Hope your heart is strong enough
When the night is coming down on you
We will find a way through the dark

Oh I will carry you over
Fire and water for your love
And I will hold you closer
Hope your heart is strong enough
When the night is coming down
We will find a way through the dark

Written by Toby Smith, Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson, Jamie Scott • Copyright © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing

Louis has told interviewers that songwriting was a strange process at first, because the writers they were writing with were asking them questions about their “deepest love.” And now we know that Louis proposed a lot of the lyrics.

Choosing Harry to sing “through the dark” while he’s writing “moon washes over your good side” on TG — it’s heartbreaking, isn’t it?

It’s similar to having Louis’ sing, “You’re all I want, so much it’s hurting” on “Something Great.”

S

Making a Mistake

Adrien knows he’s made a mistake as soon as the words leave his mouth. She blinks up at him, and her eyes go cold. “What do you mean, not me? I think I just made it pretty clear who I am, Chat. What’s the issue?”

“You’re… I mean, it isn’t that I don’t believe it, I’m just surprised, and-”

Marinette Dupain-Cheng folds her arms, pinning him with a severe look. “Who were you expecting then? You pushed for this. You said you wouldn’t be disappointed.”

“I’m not!” he throws his hands up, eyes wide. “I just… maybe this wasn’t as good an idea as I thought…”

He hand strikes his face instantly, and she spins around. “Last time I give into you then. Don’t follow me. I can’t believe this,” she muttered, storming off.

He closes his eyes, and begins to realize just how bad he’s fucked up. He rejected the love of his life twice in as many days.

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Yoongi Scenario: Tainted Love - Part 14.

Request: Could you make one with Yoongi being some sort of demon/vampire boss that every one is super scared of but then there is Y/N, Yoongi is in love with her and everyone is always super impressed how Yoongi always surrenders and softens when something is about her? He’s super protective and wants to please her in his own way, thank you for doing this i love you  

Summary: Demons are merciless, demons are ruthless, demons can’t hold nothing dear to them. Yoongi is the leader, the king of the demon world. He is feared as he is respected, no one expected him to bring a human girl as his lover, you. You fell in love and now you are in the midst of adjusting to the demon world, its custums, and its dangers. But everything is worth it if is for him, the demon king that lives between shadows and that would turn hell apart to protect you.

Demon AU. Featuring all BTS.

Genre: Romance / Drama.

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13



You were wrapped in the blankets with a book on your lap and the tv on to have it as background noise, but none of it really distracted your mind of Yoongi and Sonya.

You didn’t want to be the typical dramatic girlfriend, although thinking yourself as a girlfriend fell short in what you thought you were. You were his lover, his partner. So you didn’t understand why he hadn’t mentioned meeting his ex, if you could call her that.

You thought it was the shock, it wasn’t like you hadn’t known he had had other women, but seeing him with one of them, in the same room, coming alone from who knows where made you scowl with anger. In the past he had told you women who crossed him had suffered the consequences, a threat to you that should have driven you away from him, but here you were. He hadn’t told you he was in good terms with at least one of them.

The worst thing was he wasn’t coming. Staying still and waiting wouldn’t be something you’d do although you were forcing yourself to do just that, you thought about going wherever he was just to make yourself present, but then you also thought about leaving, but as you didn’t have any other place for the moment you had to stay. That fact made you even angrier, maybe you should just call Anji or Yuri to go out for a moment, the day was ending and going out just like that would be more than imprudent but you truly wanted it.

You thought that if he wasn’t coming in half an hour then you’d go out, at the moment you weren’t considering if you were overreacting or not, you just thought about how wronged you felt. They had heard them, people or other demons, had heard them having sex.
It made you crazy imaging it.

You were contemplating the few clothes you had with you, you hadn’t even gone shopping but then it wasn’t like you had the mind to think about that, the door opened and he came in, he seemed surprised to see you but you ignored it, drifting your eyes again to the few pieces of clothing hanging in the closet.

-What?- he asked unceremoniously but you ignored him again. -Y/N- he pressed and you didn’t hear him coming, only noticing him when he was standing beside you. -Are you going out?- You nodded. -Care to tell me? Haven’t you have enough for one day?-

You huffed. -The nerve-

-What?- he asked again. -Why are you angry?-

You rolled your eyes at him, you thought Taehyung would have told him about it, or Jungkook or even Jimin, but they didn’t so maybe they were on your side, or maybe they just didn’t care about some stupid jealousy problem.

-Why didn’t you tell me?-

-Tell you what?-

-You meeting with you “ex”- you crossed your arms. Yoongi stared at you for a moment, you were breathing heavily, fuming, but he just stared at you, all over, and after what you thought was too long and you were thinking what to say to him he chuckled, he actually chuckled.

-You think this is funny?-

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Quiet, They’ll Hear Us!

Originally posted by jchnmulany

Request: This is my first request so bear with me… Could you possibly do a Markiplier x fem!reader where the reader is Tyler’s sister and she’s secretly dating Mark then one day Tyler walks in on them making out or something, sorry if that’s a bad prompt. :)

Summary: Big brother Tyler finds out little sister Fem!Reader has been sneaking around with Mark. Shook

A/N: OK guys this is one of my favorite tropes ever I loved writing this one! Enjoy!

Wordcount: 1300, full of angst lol

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The Tears Are Real (Avengers/Parker x reader)

Request:  Omg requests are open!!! Can you please do one where the avengers pretty much adopted you and have seen you grow up, and help you get ready for your prom? Lots of protectiveness and adult tears. Please throw in our friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

“Name?”

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sweaters-and-crowns  asked:

40, pls!

Thanks lovely @sweaters-and-crowns <3 (sorry this is super angsty?? oops)

40. exes meeting again after not speaking for years au


The ceremony had been beautiful, but of course, Veronica Lodge was the bride after all. And even though Jugheads tie felt like it had been strangling him the whole damn ceremony, he had kept it on and behaved like the perfect Best Man. He didn’t even bring up in his speech that Archie got so drunk on his Stag night, that all he did was sit and cry about how much he missed Ronnie. But, he did tell them about how many girlfriends he had in High school, a new love of his life every week, it seemed. Until Veronica had shown up from New York and ruined any chance another girl may have had. 

The newly weds had smiled at him in gratitude as he spoke about their youth, about the four musketeers. As Jughead looked out to the crowd of people for the fourth, he found her down the back, a small smile on her face. The one that moved clear across the country, leaving them all behind. Or so it had felt to him at the time. He knew better now, he understood. But if he let himself think on it too long, he could feel the pain flare up again. He cleared his throat. 

“To Mr and Mrs Andrews, proving to us all that true love really does exist,” he raised his glass in a toast before downing the contents, hoping to swallow back the heavy feeling in his chest. What a load of bullshit. 

He sat back to let the groom speak. Jughead hadn’t seen Betty during the ceremony, not that he had been looking. At least that’s what he told himself. He waited patiently as Archie spoke, clapping and laughing in all the right places. Joining in the cheers as he finished. He even managed to sit still as they danced their first dance. He noticed Betty slip out of the ballroom half way through, so instead of following tradition and asking the maid of honor to dance, he managed to sneak outside. 

Betty was sat on the stairs, alone. In fact there was no one out here except the cold. He walked quietly down the stairs behind her, stopping as he got to the one where she was sat. 

“And they say first loves don’t last, right?” He joked, trying to break the tension. He realised the stupidity of the words a moment too late. But still, Betty looked up at him and smiled. That smile, the one he pulled from his memories when he was having a bad day. Or when he was sad. When he missed her. Which, was always. 

He hadn’t seen the smile, or the girl attached to it, in years. 5, to be exact. But who was counting? He was. 

“Hey, Juggie,” the old nickname was a knife in his heart, but he smiled back and sat next to her anyway. “Your speech was great, you were the ideal Best Man, Veronica will be proud,” she joked, nudging his shoulder with her own. 

“Thanks, Betty. I’m glad you came.” He stared out into the night, the only noise he could hear was her breathing. He could feel all the unsaid words between them, just hanging heavy in the air. 

“I wouldn’t have missed it,” she replied, her voice low. Jughead figured it must be an odd feeling, watching the best friends of your youth all together and being the one left out. Whenever Jugehad had thought of this day, he just presumed Betty would have been at the main table with the rest of them. As the maid of honor. As his. 

But things had changed and even though Betty was still friends with Archie and Veronica, it was a shadow of what it used to be. 

“Listen, Betty -” 

“This is fucking weird, right?”

They both spoke at once, laughing as they looked at each other. Jughead gestured for her to carry on with his hand. She sighed, wringing her hands in her lap. 

“I can’t shake this feeling, I haven’t been able to since I got on the damn plane. I don’t know what it is. Nostalgia? Jealousy?” She wasn’t looking at Jughead, but he was watching her face. 

“Jealousy?” He asked in surprise, “why would it be jealousy?” Betty shot him a look that told him enough, but she spoke anyway. 

“Because this, this could have been me,” her voice dropped so low he almost missed it, “could have been us.” 

“Betty, -”

“It should have been.” She was whispering into the night now, but he could still hear every word as if she was yelling at the top of her lungs. It was as though she was speaking his own thoughts, stealing his words from him. But he found himself feeling angry, it crept up slowly, and then hit him all at once. She was the one that left. 

“You’re the one that left,” he told her as much. She squeezed her eyes tight, willing herself not to cry. She didn’t open them again before she spoke. 

“I know, Juggie. Believe me, I fucking know,” she sounded broken, it crippled Jughead. 

“You think I haven’t been having these thoughts too? Fuck, Betty,” he sighed in frustration, roughly running his hands through his hair. “You can’t, you can’t do this. Not here, not now. It’s been 5 years.” 

“Jug, -”

“Please don’t do this to me,” his voice broke. She looked at him then, a thousand apologies in her green eyes. 

“I have spent those last 5 years missing you, Jughead. And hating myself.” She reached for his hands, grasping them desperately between her own. She squeezed so hard it hurt, but Jughead welcomed the pain. 

“Then why didn’t you come back?” He knew he should be shutting her down, telling her to stop being foolish. Whatever they had, it was in the past. But he hung to her every word, aching for them. This was going to fuck him up all over again, he knew it. It was too much. But he had dreamed of hearing these words, of just seeing her again, so he wouldn’t stop her. He couldn’t pull away. 

“Because I figured the damage was done. That was my punishment. Losing you.” She was crying now, there were mascara tracks down her cheeks. 

“Betty,”

“I haven’t been able to even look at anyone else, Jug. And being here, seeing Archie and Veronica get that happy ending that belonged to us, too,” she paused to let out a heavy breath, “Seeing you. It made me realise how tired I am of fighting it. You might think this is rushed, but it’s not. I promise. I’ve been thinking this for a long time, ever since I got the damn invitation and knew you would be here. I don’t want to waste anymore time,” 

“Fighting what?” He was too far gone. He couldn’t deny it anymore, He was weak, look at how quickly he gave in to her, he scolded himself. 

“I’m sorry, and I know I should have come back a long time ago. But I am here now, and I still love you, Juggie.” The words hung in the air between them as Jughead held his breath. His heart was beating so loud in his chest he would have sworn she could hear it. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, a voice called out from the top of the stairs. 

“Jughead?” 

His eyes snapped in the direction the voice had come from, and in his realisation of who it was, he yanked his hands from Betty’s. 

“What are you doing out here, babe?” She called out. “Who’s your friend?”

His gaze flicked back to Betty, her eyes were brimming with tears and Jughead felt his own heart break in his chest. This time, irreparable. Betty began to nod slowly, biting down on her bottom lip to stop the tears from falling. 

“I’m too late, aren’t i,” she whispered low enough for only Jughead to hear. It wasn’t a question, either, but a statement. So she shook her head lightly, quickly wiped at her eyes, and stood to introduce herself to Jugheads girlfriend. 

He sat on the stairs a moment longer, trying to gather his thoughts and the broken pieces of his heart from the floor. 

Maybe they’re right. Maybe I am no good for you //  SHAWN MENDES

Tap…tap, tap… the sound echoes around my silent bedroom. My eyes flick open, body still at the sound. Waiting. Tense. It’s probably just the wind blowing the trees against my window pane. I shut my eyes again.

Tap, tap, tap… tap. This time I sit up. Maybe it’s just a bird? I look to the alarm clock, the light harsh against my eyes. 2:25 AM. What kind of bird is up at this time? I listen for the noise again. Nothing. I let out a sigh of relief and sink back into my blankets.

TAP, TAP, TAP. It’s more urgent this time. Ripping my blankets off my body I walk to the window. I reach to open the blind, hand faltering just I was about to open them. Isn’t this the part of like every horror movie ever where the girl opens the curtains and then they get stabbed by a masked killer?

TAP, TAP, TAP, TAP, TAP. I slam the curtains open. A black and white mask covers half his face in a skull pattern, the rest of him dressed in black. Bright brown eyes meet mine. Well shit. I hastily open the window and he climbs through.

“Gees women how long does it take you to open a window?” Shawn asks me, his voice muffled through the fabric.

“Oh I’m sorry,” I say placing one hand on my hip. “I didn’t know I was expecting company at 2:30 in the morning,”

He just grins at me. “Missed you too,” Shawn says cheekily.

I roll my eyes, hands reaching out to pull him by his cotton jacket towards me. I wrap my arms around his waist, leaning my head against his chest. He smells what he always smells like, soap and fresh air, which given by his choice in past time it’s not unusual.

One of his hands lifts up to stroke the back of my head, he rests a kiss on my forehead, while the other hand stays glued to his stomach.

I look at him suspiciously. “What happened to you?” I ask, pulling back completely and crossing my arms over my chest. Shawn knew my disapproval about him being in a gang, but of course he was stubborn and refused to leave until his contract was up. I never understood it.

He gives me a wry smile. “Not much,” he answers taking a step back, his face hardening.

“Liar” I say glaring at him. “It will be much easier in the long run if you tell me now,” We stare at each other. I sigh, uncrossing my arms. “I just want to make sure you’re okay, I’m worried about you, alright?” His expression softens.

“I know you do,” He says. Gently, he lifts his arm away and rolls up the bottom of his shirt. A bruise the size of my fist, black and blue, lines the side of his stomach. A gasp escapes me.

What did they do to you?” I cry, holding my arms to my chest. I knew what Shawn did was dangerous, never before however have I seen him hurt. 

“Its not what you think,” he says, tugging his shirt down. “Its just,” He falters. 

“Just what?” I say my voice rising. “Did they do that to you?” I ask. He doesn’t say anything. I turn away, not being able to look him in the eyes.

“I can’t believe this,” I mumble although its more to myself then to Shawn. I couldn’t stand seeing him hurt. 

“Baby its ok-”

“Don’t you dare tell me its okay,” I snap cutting him off. I can feel angry tears beginning to well in my eyes. “They hurt you. What’s going to happen next? Stab wound maybe? Broken bone? Fucking bullet wound?” 

I’ve kept this anger to myself ever since I found about Shawn being in a gang that he’s tied to until hes 22. His past is a mess. He got caught up with bad people and now he’s paying the price. 

“Y/N…” He trails off. 

“See! You can’t even defend yourself, you know i’m right,” 

“They had a perfectly good reason,” He tries to reason.

“And what reason was that? You didn’t get the proper drugs or wasn’t there enough cash?” I’m fully crying now. 

“They wanted to use you, dammit Y/N” Shawn runs a hand through his brown locks. I freeze. 

“What?” my voice sounds small, a faint chill creeping in from the open window. 

Slowly Shawn removes the fabric. More bruises appear on the once milky skin of his jaw. 

“They wanted to use you as bait for the drug lord in the west of the city,” His eyes flick up to mine, darkness swirls in the inkiness of them. “I told them over my dead body would they ever lay a fucking hand on you,” Tears continue to spring from my eyes at Shawn’s revelation. 

“Of course, lets just say they didn’t like my language nor defiance and this is what happened,” he shrugs his shoulders as though nothing happened.

I sniffle, trying to stop the tears. Gosh, it made me seem so weak in front of him. 

“I don’t know what to say,” I manage. 

“You don’t have to say anything, I have everything covered,” I don’t believe him. They hit him because he wouldn’t let them use me, I was his soft spot. What if they used me again against him? I couldn’t bare to see Shawn do something terrible just to save me. 

Wiping my eyes, I stand up taller, trying to remove all emotion from my face. Seeing Shawn standing there though, tall and handsome, I felt my stomach knot with what I was about to do. 

“When people first saw us together, in public,” I begin, my eyes never leaving his. “They thought I was crazy. They told me you were no good for me,” I let out a weak chuckle. “I’m.. I’m beginning to think that they’re right,” I can’t look at him in the face anymore. 

“I don’t want to be with you anymore, not like this,” I whisper. My body slightly slumps and I want to cry all over again. 

“No,” Shawn says. My head snaps up.

“What do you mean no? I’m breaking up with you Shawn- you can’t just say no,” I say, my eyes narrowing.

“I know what you’re doing.” A small part of me is filled with joy that he didn’t agree to break up. “You think that by us splitting up is going to make them stop coming after you to get back at me or to make me comply. It doesn’t work that way sweetheart,” He smirks at me, his confidence rolling off him in waves. Now I knew why he was such a valued member in the gang. He could keep his cool in just about any situation. 

“You can leave me but that doesn’t mean I just magically stop loving you.” Shawn takes a step forward, cautious that I might run off. When I don’t, he takes a few more until the tips of his shoes are inches from my sock covered feet.

“And maybe they’re right. Maybe I am no good for you. But honestly, does it matter? The best moments in my life have been moments spent with you and if you think for one goddamn second that I’m going to let you slip through my fingers, you’re wrong. I will do anything to protect you- anything. I don’t care what they do to me, I love you and I’m staying with you till I die baby,” 

I grin, “Staying in the gang might bring that day closer,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck, leaving a kiss to his bruised jaw as I felt a chuckle vibrate through his body. 

“I only have 6 months left then I’m out. Then its just you, me and the open road, we can go anywhere. We could start a family!” excitement fills his eyes and I giggle tugging him towards the bed, watching as he slips off his shoes.

“We have to get through right now first,” He slides out his jeans and grabs my hand, tugging me back to him. 

“We will, trust me,” He says. The smile on his face is so certain that can’t help but forget my worries. 

“I love you,” Shawn says, kissing me softly.

“I love you more,” I say as I pull back and tug him towards the bed.

“Oh and Y/N?”

“Yeah,” I ask moving the covers so he can slip in next to me. 

“Never break up with me again,”

I can’t stop thinking about ‘it’s quite surreal’, and 'amazing, yeah. This is incredible, isn’t it?’ Because that’s how Sam and Anthony were last year. And they lost it so fast because people are awful.

With Theo and Samuel we have two young men, at the start of their career, and I just think that as a fandom we should be respectful of them and not invasive or over-excitable or rude or any of the other countless things we could do to them.

They’re human beings, doing a job that should probably be the most amazing, fun job in the world. And it looks like they’re going to be spectacular at it. But can we remember that they are just that? Human beings doing a job. They’re not toys. They’re not play things. They’re not characters. They’re not for us to speculate over or ship. They’re people with lives and families and friendships.

So can we please be kind to them and show them we care about them and value them, and not drive them away and make them jaded? Let them have this amazing experience without us ruining it for them.

They’re so young. And they deserve to enjoy themselves and keep the wonder we saw in the video today. Is that so much to ask? Can people please be nice?

I didn’t see this process play out from the beginning last time, but I know it’s coming this time and it’s horrible. It’s beginning already, and I hate everything about it.

Infidelity - (A/M)

Genre; Angst, Smut 

Length; 3,500+ words

Originally posted by bts-uke

Even though you didn’t want to, you remembered it just as if it had only happened a day ago. 

You could feel the same ache in your chest you felt when you walked on him fucking his stylist on the bed you two shared. You remembered that guilty look in his eyes as he practically jumped off her, pulling up his pants as he chased you into the living room; grabbing your arm as he tried to pull you to him. 

“Y/n, please I- I swear it’s not what it looks like..” 
“Please, please don’t go..”

His pleading had only shattered your heart even more. How could he think you were that stupid- that you’d just sit there and allow him, the man you gave up everything to be with, to cheat on you yet still put his hands and lips on you? 

You remember the day you left South Korea without saying a word to him or your- his friends. The skies were gray, gloomy and rain poured down- delaying your flight until it stopped. You remember how it felt getting on that plane and coming back home with nothing but a broken heart.  


It had been months, almost a year, since then, but you still felt that same pain all over- it wasn’t a pain that wouldn’t heal like a broken bone or a scrape on your knee, it’d stay with you for the rest of your life. 

You let out a shaky sigh as you checked your phone, the time eleven o’clock brightly flashed on the screen before you turned it off; tossing it over to the opposite side of the bed. 
They always said love and your first true heartache would hurt like no other, but you had no idea it’d feel as if you were rotting away inside. 

Sitting up, your shaggy hair cascaded just past your breasts as you combed your fingers through it before standing from your spot; wincing only slightly as the roar of thunder practically shook your small apartment. 
Funny how memories, no matter how scarring they are, can be triggered by something as simple as the weather. 

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Harry Styles (Alex) Imagine - Bad News

Originally posted by lance91leroy

Your P.O.V.

It was late in the evening and I was just done with milking the cows. I fed them and started to make my way inside the house I shared with my husband, Alex. It was a cool day and I had to wear a little more clothes. Luckily, it wasn’t bad. The world was suffering and everyday seemed to get worse.

I made my way home and it was a short walk. As I opened the door, I heard cussing and objects falling down on the wooden floor. My heart jumped to my throat but I kept going further inside. I got past the hall and then I was in the big living room. Alex was facing me with his back, his hands tangled in his hair as he obviously tried to gather himself. The table was on it’s side on the floor and some things had fallen over. Worry crept inside of me as I feared the worst.

‘‘Darling, what’s wrong?’‘ I broke the silence, already feelings tears by my eyes. He groaned and tilted his head, still keeping quiet. I ignored my own foolish fears as I got by his side, placing my hand on his shoulder and finally, he looked at me. Alex wasn’t the type of man to get frustrated in front of me too easily. Now, he had bloodshot eyes, messy hair and he was completely tense from his head to his toes. His forest green eyes were dulled by sadness and anger.

‘‘I’m so sorry, Y/N’‘ He finally spoke and pulled me into a hug. It took me by surprise but I didn’t waste time as I hugged him back. His strong arms held me tightly, close to his chest and his head was lowered in the crook of my neck in desperate need of comfort. I held onto his soft jacket and tried to melt into his touch. It’s like he tried to hold me so tightly that he’d never have to let go. Whatever upset it this bad had obviously broken his heart and it broke mine too.

‘‘I’m..so fucking sorry’‘ Alex growled, sounding so frustrated and devastated at the same time. ‘‘For what?’‘ I asked him, fearing with my entire soul for the worst news we had been waiting for. ‘‘I’m going away’‘ He started quietly and stepped back. His big hands cupped my face and my own salty tears already ran down my face. ‘‘For..who knows how long. I’m going to war, Y/N’‘ Alex confirmed my worst nightmare. I could physically feel how my heart crumbled in my chest. I looked at my amazing husband and thoughts crawled into my mind.

What if he’d die

Shock took over me and I was too hurt to form proper words. I just hugged him again and let my tears spill. Alex didn’t mind our closeness at all and he hugged me back. I cried against his chest and let him cry too, if he needed. We were just clinging onto each other in our cold living room. We weren’t bothered to heat the house up. We just held each other, afraid it’d be the very last time.

My legs felt weak as I stood. As his wife, I wanted to do something, anything to make him stay. Of course I couldn’t. Millions of women like me were in the same situation and I would be selfish to ask him not to go. War was so unfair and my heart ached by just the thought of it.

‘‘I’m leaving tomorrow morning..’‘ Alex informed me after a while. I nodded and swallowed some tears. A little later I sobbed, unable to hold it back. ‘‘Aw love’‘ He sniffled and picked me up like I was light as a feather. He took me to our bedroom and got in bed with me. It was easier to snuggle and enjoy each other’s presence. 

‘‘I don’t..k-know what to say’‘ I admitted with a stuttering voice. He put some strands of my hair behind my ear and met my eyes. Although he was sad, afraid and angry, he cracked a smile for me. I saw his dimples and the crinkles by his beautiful eyes. He then wiped away my tears. Being speechless in this situation made me feel rotten inside. My stomach twisted as I imagines my husband in the warzone. 

‘‘I love you Alex’‘ I breathed out after a little while. Tears rolled down his face silently after I said that. ‘‘I love you too, so so much Y/N’‘ Alex returned those meaningful words. I’d cherish his voice forever if this was our last time like this. Of course, there was a chance that he’d survive and come back. But would he be the same man after that? Could he ever smile again after seeing countless of people dying? 

It was hard not to think of the worst situations.

Words were like stars at that moment. They were far away and hard to reach so it was easier to be quiet for a while. We spent the entire night tangled in each other’s arms, only saying a few things every once in a while. My eyes started to get heavy by the time of sunrise. Although sleeping sounded so good, I couldn’t do that. Alex had to prepare for his journey. I got in the kitchen and tried to find food I could pack for him.

I managed to make bread for him, put water into a bottle and I even got him some homemade taffy. It wasn’t much but it was better than nothing. He had very little things with him as it was time to go. Our neighbour, an old lady and her children who were grown up, promised to check the animals as we left. I’d walk Alex to the train station. It was the least I could do.

The sun was up by the time we were there. A lot of couples and even children were here, everyone in a very dark mood. Alex stood in front of me as the train came closer. I grabbed his hand and I tried to stop myself from crying. ‘’Please..please come home alive’’ I whispered sadly and looked at him, seeing the sadness reflecting in his face. ‘’I will’’ He nodded and kissed my hand. ‘’I promised’’ Alex promised me, trying to convince me. I wanted to believe him, but no one could know their fate when it came to war. 

The train arrived and made and annoying sound. People came off and then it was time for goodbyes. Alex led me by one of the doors. Before he left, he turned to me. Then he cupped my face and kissed me deeply. My heart started beating faster as I kissed him back, loving the feeling of his lips on mine, making me feel so happy.

Our lips parted and we were both heartbroken. He smiled, wanting to stay strong as he got inside. I stayed on the same spot, trying to keep an eye on him as long as I could. Alex sat down by the window and he pushed it down. ‘’I love you so much’’ I yelled, hoping he heard me. ‘’I love you too, my dear’’ Alex let me know and blew me a kiss. Just then the train started moving. I stared as he moved away from me and we waved each other bye.

Then he was gone.

My husband was on a train that would take him to war. Everything had happened so fast. It was so unfair but there was little we could do. Tears seemed to just gush down my face. I felt like the other half of me just left and it was replaced by worry and angst, fear even. Now I was afraid to get the mail and see that one letter, telling me he was dead. It was the one thing I wished to never receive. 

Stay safe, Alex.