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fake dating! zimbits

It was only by a stroke of luck that Jack happened to look at his phone just as he exits the lecture hall. The group chat was blowing up – the group chat was always blowing up these days – but the lack of all-caps or exclamation marks caught his attention right away.

Eric Bittle: Guys, I wouldn’t ask this of y’all if I really didn’t need this, but I have to ask a HUGE favor of one of you.

Shitty Knight: brah are you dying

Justin Oluransi: You can have my kidney, Bits.

Adam Birkholtz: u aren’t gonna save that for me just in CASE, JUSTIN?

Larissa Duan: shit, bitty, r u ok

Eric Bittle: Um, yeah, mostly, I just…..need someone to pretend to be my boyfriend.

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If you’ve never read the book Good Omens, let me tell you what you’re missing

-An angel who is so goddamn lazy that he makes a deal with the demon he’s supposed to be thwarting so that neither of them have to do any work and he has more time to spend running his bookshop, and who wants to stop the Apocalypse because he loves sushi

-A demon who pretends to be suave and cool but who really just geeks out over his car and loves James Bond and listens to nothing but Queen and thinks gluing coins to the sidewalk is proper demonic activity

-This angel and demon are probably not gay for each other but I mean they’re holding hands on the cover art.

-This angel and demon try to stop the apocalypse but they fuck up so badly that they do literally nothing useful the whole book and somehow it’s still all about them.

-Technically it was the Satanic Nuns who fucked up, but we don’t really talk about that.

-Death (the horseperson) playing a trivia videogame in a diner.

-The four extra horsepersons that were never mentioned in Revelation.

-The antichrist who almost destroys the world because he wants to save the whales

-The only piece of fiction I have ever seen besides Supernatural that somehow manages to include both the Christian apocalypse and space aliens.

-The context of the phrase “gayer than a tree full of monkeys high on nitrous oxide.”

Wrapped Around; pt. 2.5

Jimin x Reader x Tae // College!AU // 3990 words

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Genre: Fluff, Smut

A/N: wow I’m so bad at updating, I’m so sorry ahahah. This is a small portion bc I needed to split up what I’ve already written and I’m not sure when I’ll finish the actual part 3 bc I have mid-terms next week! I feel super bad for making y’all wait so… this is roughly (4000/11000 words i’ve written). It ain’t much but ya know don’t hate me pls haha.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Previously…

You run your hands up and down your neck in horror as you see matching dark marks on your neck. What are these? Who did this? Just what the fuck happened last night? Did fucking Jimin— Son of a bitch.


You run to your door, pulling it open hurriedly just so you can catch him but Jimin had made a quick escape.

You slam the door shut, searching instead for your phone. You call him once, twice and he doesn’t pick up… which is odd since he’s practically glued to his phone like all the time. You let out an annoyed groan and settled on texting him instead, fingers furiously tapping at the screen as you typed out your message.

[1:09] You: Jimin what the fuck happened last night?

[1:09] You: how am I even going to hide these marks?

[1:09] You: why couldn’t you just keep your nasty mouth to yourself?

[1:10] You: answer me asshole

[1:10] You: I know you’re reading these

[1:10] You: you’re on your damn phone all the time when we’re doing the quizzes

You wait 5, 10, 15 minutes and there’s still no reply. You go to the bathroom for a quick shower and run to your phone immediately after getting dressed and still no reply. You examine the marks once again and you rest your head on the wall, grumbling at yourself for having too much alcohol the night before.

Even with a scarf, you couldn’t cover the marks that ran all the way to your jawline. You apply a generous amount of foundation and concealer, hoping to hide the petals of blue and purple but you could still see a hint of colour even after slathering on what seems like almost half the bottle of foundation onto your neck. Frustrated, you simply shove the last of your belongings into your bag and make your way to the library.


The throbbing headache you had made it very difficult for you to concentrate on the books you had in front of you. Despite sleeping till 1 pm, you still felt exhausted and you promise yourself to never have that much alcohol again. You sigh, this was starting to sound like what you used to tell yourself every week last semester.

After finishing the last section of your lab report, you allow yourself to take a quick 20-minute nap because honestly you could barely keep your eyes open anyway. You check your phone again, you’re still waiting on Jimin’s reply but your lock screen still comes up blank. Placing your phone to the side, you sink down comfortably into your chair and rest your head on your arms. You will your mind to remember the events of last night but the moment you shut your eyes, you simply drift to sleep.


Your night comes back to you in the form of tiny flashes, simple snippets, each one making you regret the night more and more. The short flashbacks are not in order and it isn’t enough for you to build a coherent timeline of what was your exciting Friday night but they were truly enough to make you feel like flinging yourself across the room.

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Not His

@notreallydeanwinchester​ said: 

ALRIGHT SO MY REQUEST IS FOR THE READER TO BE LIKE A HELLHOUND AND CAN TRANSFORM TO A HUMAM FEMALE AND HER AND GABE ARE TOGETHER AND LIKE SHES LUCIFERS FAVORITE HELLHOUND BUT SHE REMINDS GABE THAT SHES HIS AND ONLY HIS AND GODDDDDD


A/N: Okay, so I just rewrote that because I didn’t read it twice after actually writing and was far too tired to my own standards when I first wrote “Not His”. I’m sorry about the previous version, lets pretend it never happened, shall we?

Summary: Thousands of years ago, you used to be a hellhound, Lucifer’s favourite. Today, you lived with Gabriel. When both of you meet him in the bunker, things get a bit messy. 
Pairing: Gabriel x Female!Reader
Word counting: 500 something words
Warnings: Light angst. Fluff. TW: Mentions of abusive relationship.

Originally posted by lucifersagents

You were never born, not literally. Thousands of years ago, you opened your eyes and you were there, like magic. The first ever hellhound Lucifer created. 

You were a bit close to him: Being the first one of you to ever exist, you were different from the others. You were immortal and could change your form to a humanoide. You could think differently from any of the servers, and weren’t just one to follow every order, making you his favourite. 

Making you his partner.

Or at least that was what he made you think you were.

But you took time to find out the true reason he created you, the real reason. You were his pet, his property. He was bored and needed something to play with, so he created you. You could hunt someone down and kill them to his pleasure, and could give him any pleasure. 

But now you weren’t his anymore. Lucifer was different from the archangel you once knew, sick and caged in hell and you were free, living with a different archangel. 

“Love?” Gabriel called you away from your thoughts. 

You raised your head to look at him and your boyfriend reached out to you. 

“Are you ready?” 

You nodded, closing your eyes as his wings took you to the Men Of Letters’s bunker. 

“Open your eyes.” He whispered, kissing your temple. 

 You complied, and he let you go with a smirk. But before you could more more than an inch, he held you again, his face changing drastically. 

“Gabriel.” The voice behind you said and your archangel’s wings wrapped around you instantly. 

You recognised that tone, and the chill in the air only confirmed your guess. 

Lucifer. 

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You know why I haven’t killed myself yet?
Because I know that it’ll hurt so many people
When they hear the news that I did what I did.
I am not gonna do that. And neither are you.
It’s true, I don’t know how much pain you’re in.
And I know it’s difficult to try and ignore it
By just smiling and pretending like nothing is wrong.
But you HAVE to believe me that committing suicide
Is and will always be the worst choice you can ever make.
Maybe reading this won’t stop you at all.
But it doesn’t hurt to try.
I will not stay quiet about the words you’ve said to me.
I’m not letting go.
Never.
So when I tell you to stay strong
I mean it from the bottom of my aching heart.
Stay strong.
Fight back whatever this pain is.
Just, please, for yours, mines, and our sake.
Don’t give in.

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My Valentines gift to you is a dumb Andromeda Age crossover comic. Your gift to me can be pretending to laugh. Thank you.

GOT7 reacting to getting caught by family while making out with you (as gf)

[A/N: Thank you! And I apologise for how late this is, my inbox is quite crowded right now.]

WARNING: mention of sex, very slight smut. (If your parents are watching over your shoulder, you might wanna scroll away very quickly)

You’re hanging out with [insert member name] at his house waiting for his family to arrive for his birthday dinner. You’re sitting on the couch across from him in the middle of a heated debate about sex scenes in movies. 

“It’s just weird,” you say, “Would you really let a random person on your bed? You don’t know where they’ve been.” 

He replies, “Well that’s because the couch is usually uncomfortable.”

“What are you talking about? I’m sitting on your couch right now and it’s perfectly fine.” 

“Then let’s find out for ourselves,” He says, suddenly leaning towards you and pushing you down onto the couch with his lips tightly sealed on yours. 

You want to kiss him back, but you realise where you are. “M/n! What if your family gets home?”

He pulls away to say quickly, “It’s alright, they said they probably wouldn’t get here for twenty more minutes,” before his lips come crashing onto yours once more. 

At this point, his warm body is lying on top of yours and your lips are still connected. His hands slide under your loose T-shirt and they reach for the clasp of your bra. The only thing you two can hear is the breathing of each other, which is why no one hears the front door opening and footsteps getting closer.


Jaebum: “Jaebum?” It’s his mom and dad. Not knowing what to do, he suddenly rolls off the edge of the sofa, pulling you down with him and causing a loud THUD. He then slides out from under you and stands up quickly, saying, “I’m fine, mom, I just fell haha,” which buys you enough time to wipe off your sweat and pretend like you weren’t just making out with him ten seconds ago.

Mark: “Maaaarrkk, we’re hereeee!” It’s Mark’s younger brother, Joey. Mark sits up quickly and pushes you up to a sitting position quickly. “H-hey, Joey,” Mark attempts to say casually, despite his heavy breathing and the sweat on his forehead. “Why do you guys look so tired?” Joey asks, though he has a pretty good idea of what you’ve been up to. “N-n-no reason, it’s just a little hot in here,” Mark says, his cheeks turning red.

Jackson: His eyes widen when he hears his mother’s voice. He freezes and you’re trapped under his body and though you try to get out from under him, his body is too heavy for you. He silently panics as his mother’s footsteps get closer. “Jackson?” She calls out, but suddenly stops when she sees Jackson on top of you and turns around and walks off quickly. “Oh my–I-I’ll be back later…” When Jackson realises what just happened, his cheeks turn bright red and he breaks out in laughter as he says, “Oh no, she’s never going to let me live this down.”

Jinyoung: You mouth to him that his family just walked through the door. He stiffens and quickly looks around. He grabs the magazine on the coffee table besides you and sits up, allowing you to sit up as well. He swiftly passes you your phone and mouths to you, pretend to be texting, as he flips the magazine open to a random page and pretends to read as he wipes off the sweat on his forehead. 

Youngjae: He immediately freezes when he realises his parents are now in the house. “Hey, Youngjae, we’re here!” His sister says. Youngjae panics, thinking of what to say, then randomly sits up and yells out, “Oh my gosh, you left the engine of the car on??” You’re still laying with your back against the sofa cushions. “What?” his sister says. She puts her bag on the floor and quickly leaves to go check. “That was close,” Youngjae laughs nervously.

Bambam: His sister calls out, “Hey Bambam, I brought your favorite–” And Bambam suddenly reacts, calling out, “Don’t come closer, I, uh, I’m not wearing pants!!” His sister pauses, then quickly leaves. “That was a good save, right?” He says to you. You reply, “Doesn’t that mean that you said we were having sex?” He realises how his words could have been interpreted and says, “Oh, wait, oops.”

Yugyeom: When he realises there’s footsteps coming closer, he suddenly pushes you off the sofa and you hit the floor on your side, but you bite your lip to keep from making noise. He mouths sorry to you as he wipes of his sweat and quickly turns on the TV, just as you sit up and his mom approaches from behind him. “Whatcha doing?” she asks. “Just, uh, watching TV,” Yugyeom replies as he looks to you, smirking.

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For: Anon

Imagine: Getting caught in the rain with Dallas Winston.

“Dally, you two should go, you really don’t need to walk me home,” You tell one of your closest friends, Dallas Winston.  You were at Buck’s place for a party, Dally was walking Sylvia home, and he was insisting on taking you with him since your house was on the way to hers.

“Ya wanna get jumped again Y/N?” Dally has always been so damn blunt, and to be completely honest you were a little afraid, not that you’d ever admit it.

“Dallas, let’s go!” Sylvia says rolling her eyes, this bitch was Dally’s stuck up girlfriend and she hated you. She was constantly two-timing Dally, yet she couldn’t stand the fact that Dallas’ best friend was a girl.

“Alright Sylvia, Y/N will be coming along,” Dally responds, dragging you with him.

“Ugh, fine,” Sylvia says in pure disgust. You join the couple and the three of you head out. You instantly regret it as Sylvia practically throws herself on to Dally. Fuck this, just get me home already.

*Boom* You screech and jump at the sound of the booming thunder as Sylvia grips onto Dally, he chuckles slightly and rolls his eyes.

“Looks like it’s gonna rain, we should take a short-cut through the park,” Dally calls before making his way towards the grass.

You take off your heels and run after him, and Sylvia tiptoes through the grass trying to avoid getting her dress and shoes dirty. Suddenly you hear Dally cry out, “Fuck!”

You look around and see Dally lying on the ground in the mud, you burst into laughter, “What happened?”

“I slipped,” He says, forcing himself to look annoyed.

“Here,” You say giving him your hand, “Let me help you up Dal.”

Dally takes your hand and you pull him up half way before pushing him back into the mud, causing it to go splashing everywhere, he curses and you continue laughing, at this point you can’t tell if there’s tears streaming down your face or if its rain, “What the fuck Y/N?!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry Dal, here, give me your hand, I actually help you up this time,” He looks at you reluctantly, and tries to get up himself, but he slips again in the process, “I promise I won’t let go this time Dally, trust me.”

“Will you hurry the fuck up?!” Sylvia says, getting annoyed.

“Alright doll, I’ll trust ya,” Dally takes your hand, and just as you’re about to pull him up, he pulls you down instead, you cry out as you fall on top of him. He takes advantage of your shock, and rolls you over so that you’re in the mud and he’s on top of you, “But you shouldn’t trust me.”

“DALLY!” You squeal as the mud surrounds you. You reach to the side and grab a handful of it, quickly splashing it up into Dallas’ face.

“You little bitch,” He growls playfully, before smearing some on you.

“You think you’re real strong huh Dal?”

“I know I am doll,” He smirks as you struggle under his grasp.

“Asshole,” You say as Dally leans in, before you know what’s happening, Dally’s lips are a meer inch away from yours. It’s finally happening, I’ve been waiting for this moment for years. Your happiness is short lived as Sylvia coughs; you’d forgotten about her.

“I’d hate to interrupt, but this is disgusting and I’m leaving Dallas, if you want to you can join me,” She says, before tiptoeing away.

Dallas grunts and pushes himself off you before helping you up, “Let’s go Y/N.”

“Dal, go after Sylvia she’s your girl, besides my house is close by, I’ll get there,” You say, looking down. You’ve liked Dally for years, you’re one of the few people who, unlike his girlfriend, can actually see the good in him, he’s not just a sex tool for you, but of course, you’ve never had to guts to tell him.

“Fuck it, I’m gonna drop you off first, she always does this,” He says rolling his eyes.

The two of you continue to walk in silence, the only sound that can be heard is the sound of your shivering and a few sneezes here and there. You hear a rustling next to you and suddenly Dallas wraps his jacket around you, you look at him and raise an eyebrow, “Look at you being a gentleman.”

“Do you want the fucking jacket or not,” You stick out your tongue and the two of you continue walking, trying to break the silence from time to time. You finally get home only to realize that you are missing your keys, you mentally curse at yourself, and spend the night at your neighbours’ house, the Curtis brothers.

“Alright Y/N, I’m gonna go now, g’night doll,” He leans in once again, before he realizes what he’s doing, he saves himself by just going for an awkward hug. You hold on for just a moment too long, taking in Dally’s scent. He eventually pulls away, and walks off, leaving you in the Curtis’ yard.

You walk in and see the brothers along with Johnny and Two-Bit sitting in the living room, “Mind if I crash here boys?”

They all look at you as if you’re crazy, you look down and realize that you’re soaking wet, covered in mud, and wearing Dally’s jacket, “Oh this? Let’s just say there was a mishap on my way home.”

“Is that Dal’s jacket?” Two-Bit questions.

“Yeah,” You say nonchalantly.

“Dally never gives anyone his jacket,” Johnny says, smiling a little, this kid has always been trying to set the two of you up.

“So?” You say before walking into the bathroom, you shut the door and finally let your smile break out, as you cuddle yourself in Dally’s jacket. Maybe he does care about me!

A/N: *Please read* Finally another post!! K I know the reader asked for a fluffy Dally imagine so I tried to make it as fluffy as possible while staying true to Dally’s character, I obviously didn’t want to make him seem soft or anything. Also DISCLAIMER, I never really liked Sylvia’s character so I made her sound like a little bitch, but if you guys actually liked her, don’t hate, just change up her name for the sake of this imagine and pretend it’s about a different girl. ILSYM and I hope you liked it!

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myurlisgone  asked:

Hey! I found your blog a few weeks ago and I absolutely love it! Your writing is so amazing, it catches aaaaalll of my attention (and I usually get distracted while reading). You have inspired me to write again (It's been 2-3 years), thank you so much! I'm looking forward to read anything you write next! May I request how the guys would have confessed to Candy? (Let's pretend episode 28 never happened). XOXO

I think it was obvious the boys would have definitely kissed Candy earlier on their picnic outing with her…if only Iris and Thomas hadn’t shown up at the park. Oh well. Let’s think of some other possible scenarios. And just in time for Valentine’s Day!

Nathaniel: We (our Candy) overheard Nathaniel conversing with another character (I can’t remember who) about how he also enjoys reading poetry when he’s not nose deep in a good detective novel. I think, given the opportunity he would have still confessed in the library, but would have perhaps slipped a note in Candy’s locker saying to meet him after school there. Once everyone else had left and it was just the two of them, he would perhaps use the excuse that he was looking for a poem to use for a project and wanted her help. After going through several books, he would finally reach for the one he already planned to grab and flipped it open to the poem he wanted. He would show it to Candy and ask what she thought, watching her eyes light up and a soft smile form on her lips as she read it. She would express how it was just lovely and he should use it for his project for sure. Then he would confess to Candy that it was actually one of his favorites…because it reminded him of her. Candy would take a second to register what he had just said to her, moved by his confession and relieved as she liked him too. And then they would share a passionate kiss.

Castiel: Castiel is not really the romantic type, though he has his better moments around Candy. His favorite thing to do seems to be walking Candy home when he has a chance, even though she lives the opposite direction of where he lives. Castiel has even invited her out with him while he walks Demon. A perfect opportunity for more one on one time together. So one day, after school, he would find Candy and offer to walk her home again. Thankfully she accepted. As they approached the park, he stopped her and offers to buy her a drink while they just hang out for a bit, promising he’ll get her something besides water this time. Candy is skeptical of him so nice, wondering when the sarcasm was going to show up, but accepts this offer nonetheless. They end up having a good time, laughing, joking and poking fun at each other. It starts to get a bit late as they lose track of time and Castiel keeps his promise to walk Candy home, but this time holding hand the rest of the way. As they pass through the park, he stops at the park gate near her home and gives her a genuine smile as he admits he had fun hanging out out with her. It was never boring and he always looked forward to it. She would blush, not sure how to respond. And then he would lean in for a kiss, to which she kissed back.

Lysander: Someone had posted screen caps of Lysander from the earlier episodes and Candy asking if she could ever have the chance to read or see his work/song lyrics, since he wrote such a beautiful poem for Rosa on behalf of Leigh. He mentions how one day maybe he would show her. I agree that this probably would have been the way he would have confessed to Candy. They would be hanging out by the fountain like they did while studying together that one episode and having a nice conversation, or just people watching and enjoying each others company in silent bliss. Lysander would look at Candy while she wasn’t paying attention and would smile as he pulled out his journal (for once he had it on him), and would start writing in it. Candy would notice that he seemed hard at work and would leave him him be for a bit before he spoke up. Lysander would remind her of when he said he would show her some of his work one day, to which she would nod eagerly. He would pass her his journal and let her read a few pages before flipping to the page he had just written on, confessing his feelings for her, and how she has been his biggest inspiration while writing song lyrics lately. Candy would look at him, stunned, as he patiently waited for her response. She would hug his journal to her chest, wanting to keep it close to her heart before they share a tender kiss.

Kentin: Kentin feels like his feelings for Candy are obvious and transparent, but he still needs conformation from her that she likes him to the same extent. He would invite her out on another picnic, hoping no one would bother them this time. So instead of going to the park, they went on a nature trail. The would find a nice open clearing with fresh grass, tress for shade, a few wild flowers here and there and a small creek. They would set up the blanket and enjoy a few sandwiches and some fruit like last time and then lie down to watch the clouds and point out shapes while reminiscing over their childhood. As Candy continued to look at the clouds, Kentin would excuse himself for a minute, promising to come right back. While gone, he would be a little off in the distance, picking a few wild flowers to make a small bouquet. When he returned, he would hold behind his back and make her close her eyes. Candy would sit up and humor him, curious. Then he would tell her to open them to see the flowers. She would be touched by his gesture, thinking it was very much him. She would happily take them while he took one flower and put it in her hair, saying she was prettier than any flower in existence. She would press her forehead against his and they would kiss.

Armin: These feelings are very new to Armin, so he wasn’t quite sure what to do to confess to Candy that he liked her…a lot. What to do, what to do….the only thing he could turn to for references or examples of what to do was the internet and a bunch of chick flicks and romantic comedy movies. He liked the ones from the 80′s so he began some extensive research. He didn’t have a car like Jake in 16 Candles, nor did he know anyone with such a car. He didn’t have a boombox to blare a song outside Candy’s bedroom window. Eventually he would come up with a plan B. He would start up a conversation with Candy about RomComs and eventually ask her what her favorite one was and why. After he got her answer, he would put in a bit of effort to reenact her favorite scene (which turned out to be a fun but genuine confession) from the movie she talked about, to win her over. This would all take place after school when everyone else was gone. Candy was the only audience that mattered for this. She would be slightly embarrassed and on the verge of getting misty eyed by his efforts, but above all she would smile so brightly as Armin took her in his arms and embraced her before giving her a kiss full of determination.

Hurdles

This was originally supposed to be for Edwin week, but since I’m so late, I guess it’ll be on its own. (The prompt is “Letter”) Thank you so much to my fellow papi lover @capthawkeye for helping beta and edit this with me !!! (Especially with adding to the kiss scene) :D Also, credit goes to @fullmetallizard for one of the names in here, since I couldn’t seem to come up with one.

(SORRY FOR THE ANGST)

Word Count: 3,527


She found him on the couch with his head in his hands. His new jacket was draped over the armrest and a hastily ripped envelope lay at his side.

“Ed?” Winry asked. “What’s wrong?” He only shook his head, burying it deeper into his arms.

“You know you’re going to have to tell me eventually. Am I just going to have to read this myself?” Winry reached out to snatch the envelope before her arm was seized midair in his grasp.

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“She’s here.”
My lying eyes stare downwards as I hear the familiar tap of her feet. It baffles me as her steps become louder and louder. She steps with grace, if you watch her, you wonder how her feet even touch the ground. I hear the soft chime of her laugh floating through the hallway, my anger rising with each soft giggle.
“Theres no escaping her today.”
Ever-present were her dark chocolate eyes. I used to stare into those irises, memorizing their beauty, sometimes even catching the green that was speckled all throughout. She would be close to me all day, her warmth radiating towards my icy disguise. Every atom inside me screamed to run to her, I’d have to all but chain myself down to suppress the urge.
“Don’t bother looking at her.”
I’d learned to lock my heart away, to win the battle between the very thing she'd captured the most. After I’d broken her, she made sure never to glance at me again. The punishment fit the crime.
“She’s unstable, she’s insane.”
Of course, I’d spoken those words out of hatred, hatred for myself. Knowing she would never look back. Of course she’s unstable, she’s a flame. Everything she does is fueled with her fiery passion, her emotions burning bright. She loved deeply, she’d fought vigorously calling upon every flicker in her soul.
“She's not who you thought she was.”
No, she’s not the innocent angel I’d fallen for 6 months ago. She’s changed entirely. I broke her and built her. She’s now reckless, cunning, and dangerously something darker. Her heart was now as blackened as her eyes; I’d scorched away innocence she’d had left. Creating a loveless belle in her wake.
“Pretending you don’t love her won’t make it any easier to hate her.”
For today, I will see my blazing wildfire once again. I will memorize how her dark curtain of hair falls in soft waves past her shoulders. I will gaze in wonder how it frames her pale freckled face. Tracing the full shape of her lips in my mind, recalling how they moulded against mine. When she is laughing, I will paint her dark eyes across the rough planes of my heart, aching as my sadden gaze fell spun her light pink blush, forever my favorite color.
“You deserve to be happy.”
No, no I don’t. I’d shut off my emotions, desperately trying to deny the hell I’d lived in. Blocking out the pain, blocking out her. She was my light, my hope. But after she’d almost torn apart her world to bring mine back from the demons in my home, I’d let her go. I couldn’t have her here, I couldn’t let myself tear her in two, just to save my damned soul. After this world is gone, after she’d found someone who could invest every atom in their body to loving her, she would be who I see at the end.
“Let go.”
Bringing a scowl to my quivering lips, I looked up. Turing away, I began to pretend once again, that I hated her.
—  She deserves more then this 

anonymous asked:

im reading the manga kimi to asa gohan! and pretending it's a parent!phan au and i am dead with feels like dan phil broke up dan came back but with a child and phil is angsty but can't resistboth the dad n the kid omg

OMG I’ve never read the manga, but the idea is KILLING ME. just like, Dan and Phil breaking up because Dan couldn’t deal with the pressures of being gay, etc, you know? and Phil was heartbroken but he let Dan go because he wasn’t going to keep someone around who wasn’t happy, right? 

And then, like two years later, Dan comes back, and he knocks on Phil’s door, and he’s just got this tiny little smile as he waves, and his eyes are a little wet, and Phil just stares at him with his mouth hanging open, and his heart ripped back open. He hasn’t dated since Dan, not because he’s pining or hoping for anything, but because he wanted to have some time to work on himself as a person, rather than jumping into bed with someone else. 

And Dan says hi, and gives a little wave, and Phil’s eyes finally drop from Dan’s face, to the baby carrier in his arms, and holy fuck, that hurts. That hurts more than anything else, seeing Dan with this kid, and how could he? Why did he come back? To torture Phil all over again?

But Dan just stands there, and he starts to cry, and he whispers, “Phil. I made a mistake. I made a mistake, Phil, please…” and he starts to sob, clutching this baby carrier to his chest, head bowed and broken in a way that Phil has never seen his best friend.

So he opens that door, and he lets Dan in, and he gets the baby all settled, and then he takes Dan into his arms and he just holds him. 

Over the next few months, Phil helps Dan to care for this baby he never wanted but always wanted at the same time, and slowly but surely, he falls in love with both of them all over again, and Dan tells Phil “I never stopped loving you,” but Phil is so scared, and all he wants is to protect his heart, so he rejects Dan at first because he just can’t.

And then, one day, Phil is watching Dan with this baby, and he see’s just how much his best friend has grown, see’s the light in his eyes and the happiness radiating from him, watches Dan gush over some guy on TV and how attractive he is, and he just leans right on over and kisses him, square on the mouth, and it feels like coming home.

Jackson | Shadow Allure

  In which Jackson Wang falls in love with a mysterious girl’s silhouette.

For my Love, @got7-texts<3


Originally posted by vulcanide

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If you’re struggling like I am - Ch. 9

Summary: You are hired as a makeup artist for BigHit working with BTS. You are older than all of them, yet, despite your best efforts, you find yourself slowing falling in love with the youngest member.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader, Jungkook X Noona

Genre: Angst, Fluff and Smut

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27(final)

Chapter 9 - Heartbreak

Everything is a mess…

Word Count: 2275 (of 72622)

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gryffindor!mark

the hogwarts!got7 au that no one asked for but I desperately needed

Originally posted by igot7-love

warning: slowest burn but super fluffy 

word count: 9.3k 

a/n: hi, this is weird for me to write but tumblr and this world is generally lacking a got7 hogwarts au so here I am. my biggest inspiration for this and what gave me the idea of this was cosykims bts’ hogwarts series . Check it out cause it’s amazing and I love it! also make sure to read my post ‘got7 and their hogwart houses’ so you know what the other boys houses are because they will be mentioned.


  • okay so imma start of with the visuals of markiepoo in gryffindor
  • so i see mark with his brown hair that goes over his forehead like in the fly era cause that shit was truly magical
  • and like he’s always got his uniform in top not condition cause papa tuan was like ‘boi you better stay clean’
  • so he always has his shoes polished and his shirt tucked in and just lOOKS LIKE A PRINCE
  • like he looks like he owns the place
  • and i see him being a prefect and jackson being super pissed and bitter but also proud and supporting
  • cause mark just seems like that ok
  • but let’s talk about when he first got to hogwarts
  • the sorting hat was so conflicted cause like ‘whERE DO YOU GO’
  • he was debating putting mark in ravenclaw but he was like ‘naH no i ain’t doing it’
  • so after forty seconds the sorting has was like “fuck it HE IN GRYFFINDOr”
  • he was like ‘well ok then’
  • and when you first meet mark it was super awkward 
  • like you were in the great hall making your way towards the hufflepuff table and all of a sudden bAm
  • someone bumps into you and grape juice kinda spills soMEHOW???
  • and mark was like ‘ummmmmm… fuck’ 
  • and you were like ‘omG MY UNIFORM whyyyyy’
  • so you were looking for tissues and trying to clean yourself 
  • and poor mark was trying to help but you didnt notice him 
  • so at this point mark was trying to clean it off your cHEST 

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It’s Dangerous (Pt.2)

Genre: (Fluff // Angst)

Pairing: Mafia!Jungkook X Reader

Fandom: BTS

Pt.1 // Pt.3 // Pt.4

Originally posted by taekookie-bts

By morning you started to move around a little bit, still half asleep. The bed felt harder than it did before. Finally you Forced yourself to open your eyes because you felt yourself drooling. When you sat up and looked down you realized instead on having your head on the pillow, somehow you managed to have been sleeping on his chest. The hand he had over your back slid down when you sat up and it just fell down on the bed behind you. You subconsciously thanked yourself for waking up first.

“….Y/n?” He asked in a groggy tone, slowly opening his eyes.

You sighed. “Don’t worry, I’m still here.”

A weak smile spread across his face. “Then lay back down. It’s still early..”

The clock on the nightstand read 8:00 A.M but you laid back down with him anyway. He pulled you closer, putting his face in your neck. 

“….What are you doing?”

He didn’t move. “Sleeping. You can’t leave like this.”

You rolled your eyes. “Now i’m starting to think you’re just using that as an excuse.”

He pretended to act hurt. “I would never.”

You stroked his hair lightly, letting him use you to lay on. That is until someone knocked on the door and he sat up.

“What?” He groaned

Hoseok opened the door and came in. “Namjoon needs you downstairs. You didn’t forget we had a plan for today, right?”

Jungkook dragged himself out of bed, going over to get new clothes. 

“Yeah, I know. What am I supposed to do about Y/N?” He asked.

Hoseok shrugged. “I think Yoongi is staying here so he can be with her.”

“I guess I don’t have a choice. If anyone though, I’m glad it’s him. He’s at least one of you who can keep their hands to themselves.”

“yeah whatever. Get dressed and let’s go.”

After he left, Jungkook looked over at you.

“Ah. You still don’t have clothes. We can go shopping tomorrow so today, you’ll just have to wear the same clothes as yesterday. Sorry.”

You got out of the bed, picking up your old ones. “Alright but where do I go when you leave?”

“Yoongi is probably downstairs in his office. He’s there most of the time. I’ll show you on my way out.”

When both of you were dressed and ready to go downstairs. When you got in front of Yoongi’s door he stopped. 

“These things we go on are pretty dangerous. I might actually die or get caught. Either way that means I won’t see you anymore…If something happens, the rest of them will take care of you. I’m still sorry about kidnapping you.”

You looked down at your socks. 

“…..I don’t really care about that anymore. You guys aren’t bad people…but I won’t forgive you for kidnapping me if you don’t come back here alive.”

He smiled. “Then I guess I have no choice.”

He walked you inside Yoongi’s office and said goodbye to you. Part of you was slightly worried about him. Yoongi could tell by the look on your face too. 

“He’s fine, Y/N. They do this stuff all the time.”

You nodded. “I figured but he seems too nice to hurt someone.”

Yoongi scoffed, not looking up from his work.

“I guess it’s because you just met him but he can be pretty rough when he needs to be. He’s competitive so he hates to lose to someone else and he’s pretty strong, if not the strongest out of all of us.”

You laid down on the couch. “Yeah. I’m sure he’s fine….Hey, Yoongi? How close would you say you guys are?”

He looked up. “Well, we’re pretty close I guess. Enough to die for each other I mean. We’re like a family. ”

“It’s easy to die for someone though. The hard part is having to live for someone…”

“What makes you say that?” He titled his head.

“Uh, nothing. If you guys are really close what would it take for someone to lie?”

He sat there and thought about it. “I don’t think any of them would lie unless it would cause physical harm to the other person. Why are you asking all of this?”

“…I’m not supposed to tell you.”

Yoongi looked back down at his work. “If it’s about Jungkook, he’d never lie to us.”

You sat up. “I’m only saying this because I think you guys should pay more attention to him. He told me about his ex girlfriend last night. He went through a lot when she left him. She even tried to kill him! If he would have died that night there wouldn’t have been anything you guys could have done. He’s not as strong as you guys make him out to seem.”

“…What? He was the one who broke up with his ex. He asked me to go with him so I waited in the car. She took it pretty well actually.”

You didn’t understand what was going on.

“But the scar-….Theres a scar on his chest from when she stabbed him-”

Yoongi sighed. “This isn’t my place to say this but it seems like he lied to you. Not us. The scar is from him and Taehyung when they used to train.”

“….Why would he tell me all that then? I don’t understand.”

“Because look at what happened? You aren’t afraid of him anymore, you’re worried about him, and you weren’t going to try and leave him because someone else already did. It was pretty smart.”

“That asshole-” You got up and left the office room. Yoongi got up, chasing after you.

Jin grabbed you.

“Hey, slow down. Where are you going?”

“Somewhere alone….get off.”

“Sorry, sweetheart. You can’t go anywhere alone. You know that.”

You pushed his hand off of you. “I just want to lay down.”

Yoongi finally caught up but Jin told him he would watch after you instead. Jin walked you upstairs to Jungkook’s room again and let you lay down. He mostly just read, sitting next to you. When you eventually fell asleep he left the room. You didn’t wake back up until Jungkook accidentally shut the door behind him too loud.

“Shit….sorry.” He came over, holding something. He set it in your lap.

You looked down at it, looking inside the bag. It was a new outfit.

“I don’t know if you’ll like it but I picked it out for you. You’ll need something to wear so we can go out tomorrow.”

You pushed the bag off your lap and stood up. When you didn’t say anything and walked past him to go to the door he stopped you.

“Hey, what’s wrong with you?”

You yanked your arm away. “God can you guys stop grabbing me! I’m not your pet!”

His eyes widened and he flinched not expecting you to yell.

“Y/N-”

“No! Piss off, Jungkook. I want to go home!”

He moved himself in front of you. “You can’t. I would let you but you really can’t leave”

You clenched your fists. “Do you really think i’m going to rat you out or are you just lonely?! I told you i’m not your pet! You can’t just tell me bullshit and expect me to trust you! What sense does that even make?”

“Part of it? Yeah! I like being around you but you know I’m only keeping you here because I have no choice!” He yelled back.

You teared up. “It’s not like i’m going to run to the cops, you idiot!  You expect me to just trust you so why can’t you trust me? Huh?”

He didn’t even think of that. He stood there frozen as you pushed past him and went into the bathroom, locking the door. He looked over at the clothes, spilling out of the bag you tossed onto the floor. Jungkook sat on his bed, trying to figure a way to fix this mess. You heard a light knock on the door. 

“Y/N..come out. I’ll take you.”

“Take me where? I don’t want to be dragged around right now..”

He leaned against the wall next to the door.

“Home. I’m driving you home.”

anonymous asked:

Can I request a warren x reader where she's like super shy and quiet and one day someone's pushing her around and warren just fucking blows and that's how everyone figures out they like each other

Title: Crush

Pairings: Warren Worthington III x Female!reader.

Warnings: fighting, blood.

A/N: Requests are open.

Gifs aren’t mine.

Warren admired her from afar, her head down, bright eyes scanning across the book that was on her lap, her lip tucked behind her teeth. Warren nearly swooned right there, he was in a state of awe - just watching her do mundane things was fascinating to Warren.

He flinched when Scott placed his hand on Warren’s shoulder, Warren quickly averted his eyes from Y/N and onto Scott.

“Warren, you’ve got a bit of… drool on on your chin.” Scott smirked, watching as Warren’s cheeks flared with pink and he scrambled to wipe his chin, only to find nothing there.

“Hilarious. I’m laughing in the inside.” Warren grumbled, returning to his original position but not returning his attention to Y/N.

“I’m sure you are. So who were you admiring? Anyone I know?” Scott queried, raising an eyebrow as his eyes scanned the room.

“No, I wasn’t admiring anyone. I was just day dreaming, this homework is boring is all.” Warren lied. He had never been a good liar.

“Sure you were - daydreaming.” Scott chuckled, shaking his head. He could see straight through his lies.

Warren shoved Scott, rolling his eyes. His eyes flickered over to Y/N who was still the same as she had been before. He let out a sigh before looking down at his own book and pretending to read what it said.

Y/N glanced over her shoulder to see Scott slapping his hand onto Warren’s shoulder, the corner of her lips twinges up into a small smile. She returns her focus to her book, allowing herself to get absorbed into the fictional world that is being presented to her by words.

Y/N was often in a state like this, wandering around lost in her own little world or in the world in her books. She was devoid of any friends and she internally yearned and craved some kind of friendship, but she couldn’t bring herself to take the leap. What if they didn’t like her? What if they found her annoying? These negative thoughts never failed to leave her alone, so she stuck to remaining by herself.

Y/N stood up as the bell rung, a chorus of groans emitted from the students surrounding her. Y/N began to shuffle her book into her bag before placing it on her back. She waited momentarily for the rest of the students to file out of the library before following, making sure to keep a safe distance.

Warren’s eyes trailed after her as he put his book back on the shelf, he glanced at Scott and they headed to the Danger Room. Scott skidded to a halt chasing Warren to frown.

“Looks like there’s a fight.” Scott pointed out, Warren following his eyes to see a small gathering of people. “Wonder who’s fighting…”

Warren’s frown grew when he heard a small sob come from the centre of the crowd, followed by a roar of laughter.

Warren and Scott joined the crowd, trying to see what was going on.

“What’s going on here?” Scott asked, his voice booming.

The crowd dispersed revealing a girl, tears streaming down her face. Blood trickled from the cut above her left eyebrow and her lower lip and cheek already starting to bruise.

Originally posted by strawberryloserr

She looked dead at the person who had done it to her and with a swish of her wrist, the person was flying across the hallway and into lockers.

Warren stood in shock, eyes wide. His fist clenching and twitching against his side as he registered who the girl was - Y/N. His heart sunk further into his chest as he noticed her eyes casting downwards, ashamed of herself and her outburst.

Warren noticed how her eyes shone black like something you’d see in a horror movie. He couldn’t control himself, he was shaking with rage. His eyes focused on the guy who Y/N had thrown across the room, his eyes glaring at her.

“You really are a freak.” The boy taunted, making more tears fall from Y/N’s eyes.

That was it, Warren could feel himself burning. Scott sensed the anger radiating off Warren, his eyebrows knitting together.

“Calm down, Warren.” Scott advised.


But it was no use, warren growled and marched over to the guy scrambling to his feet. Warren grabbed him by the collar and slammed him into the lockers. Warren raised his fist and delivered a harsh blow to the boy’s jaw, a loud crunch rippled through the air. But that didn’t satisfy Warren as he delivered punch after punch.

“Touch her again and I will not hesitate to kill you. Actually, don’t even look in her direction.”

Warren heaved, blood spraying from the boy’s nose, warren stepped back and the boy crumbled to the floor, sobbing pathetically. Warren went to pull him up again, but Scott grabbed his hand.

“Warren, stop.” Scott warned.

Warren’s ears ringing. He was still raging. He took a long and deep breath. He blinked and glanced over his shoulder, seeing that the teachers and school nurses were rushing towards them. Y/N was curled up, legs pressed against her chest.

The nurse sunk down beside her, asking Y/N question after question, but Y/N was too shaken to reply.

Professor X was quick to acknowledge this and came over to her.

“Come on, Y/N, we’ve got to take you to the nurse’s office. Come on, stand up.” He smiled, making Y/N listen. She shakily got to her feet. She looked at Warren, sending a faint but grateful smile.

She was guided to the nurse’s office by the nurse. Her eyes not leaving Warren’s until they rounded the corner.

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“You got a detention for beating the shit out of someone? You must’ve really liked that girl.” Peter laughed, leaning back next to Kurt on the plush summer grass.

“Mhm.” Warren nodded, looking around for Y/N. He hadn’t seen her since the fight which was almost a week ago.

“You should’ve seen him, he went awol.” Scott smirked.

Y/N tugged her sleeves down to cover her shaky hands as she approached Warren and his friends. She smiled gently when the group looked up at her.

“Erm - could I talk to you, privately, Warren?” Y/N asked.

Warren cautiously nodded, not trusting his voice. He scrambled to his feet and followed Y/N into the mansion.

“Erm, I-I’d like to say thank you for doing what you did. If you and your - erm - friend hadn’t interrupted I would’ve got off with worse than just a few cuts.” She nibbled on her lower lip, stopping when Warren nodded and leaned against the wall.

“It’s alright. I wasn’t going to let him continue to beat up a girl.” Warren smiled.

Y/N plucked up all her courage and leant on her tip toes, placing a gentle kiss on Warren’s cheek. His cheeks flared with colour and he bit down on his bottom lip to stop himself from smiling like an idiot. Y/N retracted from him and took a step back.

“I shouldn’t have done that.” Y/N giggled, her own cheeks warming up.

Warren shook his head, taking a step towards her. He learnt down slightly, his nose brushing against hers. Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut.

“Can I kiss you?” Warren asked, a cheeky smile playing in his lips as he watched as Y/N’s cheeks heated up even more.

“Mhm.” Y/N consented.

That was all warren needed, he pressed his lips against hers, smiling like an idiot. Y/N’s hands trailed up his waist and onto his bicep, squeezing slightly. Warren’s fingers brushed against her hips, causing more butterflies to swarm in her stomach, he wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged her closer, their chests pressed against one another as they continued to feverishly kiss.

Y/N reluctantly pulled back, eyes fluttering open. Warren however didn’t open his eyes and pulled her back into another bruising and breathless kiss. She sighed against his lips, smiling.

“I hear you have a crush on me.”

“I guess you could say that.” Warren murmured against her soft lips.

Originally posted by cedrcdiggory

Masstterrliissttsss!~

Alright so there’s just been a ton of people asking for my masterlists, and I know that being on mobile makes it difficult to find the lists, sooo I decided to put all of my scenarios here on this post for all the groups I’ve written for just to make things easier. 

Also, just for future reference, if you’re on mobile, you can go to the “search” on my blog & type in the member’s name you’re looking for + “scenario” and all the things I’ve written for that member should come up [ex woohyun scenario”]

And if you’re ever looking for this masterlist, it should come up when you search “masterlist”

Alright, have a nice day, and I hope you enjoy reading~

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I’m not sure if people will read this, but I’m gonna post it anyway.

Something that I don’t see talked about much in trans spaces is the idea of over-compensation.

Before I realised I was trans, I was incredibly feminine. I would wear super short-shorts, skimpy crop tops and high heels. I would giggle and blush and be as girly as possible. Every year, I would dress with more and more promiscuity. I would flirt with guys and send nudes and act dumber than I was. This is not to say that this is how most girls act - I really had no idea what acting “like a girl” was, so I just went with the stereotypes i saw in the media.

Inside, I felt masculine. I felt wrong. I felt like I was somehow doing this whole “woman” thing incorrectly. So I would emulate pop stars and tv characters, trying whatever I could to feel more feminine.

I hated makeup, but I would wear it if it made me feel more like a girl (it didn’t). I wasn’t attracted to guys, but I would flirt with them to prove my “"femininity”“ (heteronormative, I know). I would wear frilly skirts and bat my eyelids and complain about my chipped nails.

But something still felt off. No matter how many cute shoes or pink dresses I bought, I couldn’t fill the hole inside me. I went to every therapist I could, trying to understand why I felt like an outsider in my own skin. I was doing everything right, I thought. I had the pretty clothes and the feminine walk and the parties and the boys. So why was I still lying in bed crying every night? Why did I get anxious every time I looked in the mirror?

The truth is, I was never a girl. I never felt like one. But my god, did I try.

I never see this kind of thing talked about in trans spaces, and maybe that’s because it’s an uncommon experience. But someone, somewhere out there is going through the same things I went through, and I just want to say that your experience is not wrong. You’re not faking it or pretending. We all process gender dysphoria in uniquely different ways, and I believe that over-compensation happens to be one of them.

Anyway. That’s my long rant for the day. If you read this, let me know what you think.