look at where my priorities are. look and tell me to regret these things

anonymous asked:

*curtsies* One of the things I really admire about you is your independence and I really need some advice about moving out for the first time. My best friend and I both got into the same MA program so we'll be roommates but it's the first time we're going to be living away from our parents. We're both quite introverted people and I'm the type of person that hates change. However, the reason I decided to move away was so I could experience adulthood. Do you have any advice for a starter adult??

*curtsies* Right, this started as a normal paragraph post but then it got too long so here’s a list.

Advice for Starter Adults

  1. Budget. Everything is more expensive than you think it is. Figure out what your monthly spending cap is, figure out what the necessities are going to be each month and how much you’ll have left over for pocket money. Then STICK TO YOUR BUDGET. There is nothing worse than your card getting declined because there’s no money in your account or not being able to pay your rent at the end of the month. Most importantly: (1) Leave yourself a cushion and a backup plan for emergencies. Things come up unexpectedly. You don’t want to be down to your last five dollars when your car breaks down on the side of the road. My advice is to put a chunk of money in a savings account and just pretend it’s not there until you’re in a tight spot and you need it. (2) Keep track of what you’re spending on what. Ask for receipts. This is a really good habit to get into and trust me, you will be much better off when you start doing your own taxes if you have an exact record of all your spending. (Also: Don’t use a credit card at the bar. Take cash out at the beginning of the night and when that runs out, stop. This is a great way to avoid the unpleasant surprise of an $80 bar tab in the morning and also keeps you from getting embarrassingly drunk.)
  2. Talk to your roommates. Turning from ‘friends’ to ‘roommates’ has wrecked a lot of friendships. It might sound ideal to live with your best friend but it’s actually a lot harder than it sounds. The best way to avoid hating your best friend is to communicate. If they do something you’re not okay with, tell them instead of stewing about it. Encourage them to do the same. Talk to each other and establish ground rules even if you think you’ll never need them. Because you will. 
  3. Talk to people besides your roommates. When you go off to college with a good friend it can be really tempting to use that person as a security blanket and only hang out with them. Don’t do that. The first risk you run is that you’ll get sick of each other and it will have a seriously negative impact on your friendship. The second is that you won’t meet anyone new and you’ll regret that down the road. A friendship is like any other relationship in that being conjoined at the hip isn’t healthy. Have other friends, pursue your own interests, and get back together to talk about it at the end of the day.
  4. Clean up after yourself. Especially in shared space, and don’t wait until three days later to do it. This goes not just for your house or dorm but for classrooms, libraries, etc. Nothing says “I’m still a child” like not cleaning up your own mess. But this goes for your own space, too. You will have a much easier time functioning if your room isn’t a wreck, so just keep it clean. It will do wonders for your mental health. 
  5. Budget time for housework and errands. If you don’t make time to do laundry and go to the grocery store you’re going to be naked and hungry a lot. These things take time. So book hours into your schedule on days you don’t have class to get shit done. 
  6. Budget time for work AND relaxation. A lot of people crash and burn in college and grad school because they don’t understand how to divide their time. Yes, schoolwork should be your priority, but you also need to make sure you’re spending time relaxing because if you don’t, you will wreck your mental health. Take your playtime seriously.
  7. Make lists. Make lists of what groceries you need to buy, what you need to get done before Monday, emails you need to send, whatever. Write shit down and cross it off as you get through it. This will greatly reduce stress because you know exactly what you need to get done in a given day and you’re not going to forget anything. 
  8. Eat as healthy as you can. Trust me, I understand exactly how expensive produce is and how tempting it is to live on coffee and Cheerios because it’s cheap. But that kind of diet (or worse, a diet of Doritos and Aristocrat) will take a toll, believe me. Find a place to shop where you can get some reasonably healthy stuff at reasonable prices. Buy store-brand versions of name-brand stuff. (It’s a lot cheaper and it tastes exactly the same.) If your diet sucks it’s going to cause all kind of other problems: breakouts, weight gain, lethargy, etc. Learn how to feed yourself. Make lists for the store so you have the stuff to make actual meals at home. And if you have problems with junk food or overeating, here’s the most important tip: Just don’t buy that shit. Don’t keep beer or potato chips or chocolate in the house if you know you’ll end up eating it while you binge-watch The Crown at three in the morning. Buy healthy snacks instead and you’ll have no choice but to eat those when you have a craving, and save the chocolate for special occasions.
  9. Get more sleep than you think you need. The older you get, the more you will start to feel it when you don’t get enough sleep, so guess what? BUDGET YOUR SLEEP TIME INTO YOUR SCHEDULE. There are only 24 hours in a day and you need to use like at least seven of them for sleeping. 
  10. Exercise. Look, being a teenager is great because you have an elastic metabolism, hangovers don’t exist, and you’re going to bounce back pretty quickly from eating a cheeseburger every day for a week. Once you hit about 23, the glory days are over and before you know it you’ll have gained fifteen pounds and be feeling pretty crappy. So nip that in the bud. Most universities have student health centers, and even if they don’t you can always exercise in the great outdoors for free. Find some kind of exercise you like and guess what? Budget it into your schedule. If you’re a person who’s never exercised in the past, don’t get me wrong, it will suck the first few weeks you do it. But after that it will start to feel really good and you will be much happier and healthier. (Not to mention, you will look better, and that’s always a plus.)
  11. Don’t put off doctor’s appointments. Dude, I am SO bad at this. It takes forever and it’s always awkward and it’s just easier not to think about it. But you know what? It’s even easier to plan it in advance instead of trying to shoehorn it in at the last moment because you need a prescription refilled. 
  12. Don’t do dumb stuff just because you can. Getting out from under the parental eye can be exciting and very liberating. However. Most of the rules your parents have are to keep you from accidentally maiming or mortally embarrassing yourself. So take careful stock of decisions that seem reckless. Like, don’t go out and adopt an 80-pound dog because your parents never let you have a puppy. Don’t get wasted on a Tuesday and hook up with a random stranger twice your age just because nobody’s going to stop you. Being an adult is about having the freedom to make your own decisions but not being a dumbass about it. 
  13. Don’t bite off more than you can chew. Start small. Under-commit yourself at first because I promise things are going to come up that you didn’t expect. So don’t sign up for twice the recommended number of classes and three intramural teams at the same time. Start small and add to your workload if you find you have the time and energy to do more. You have much greater odds of success that way.
  14. Don’t be afraid to ask for help when you need it. Adulting is hard. There is no instruction manual. If you need help, ask. Professional Adults understand that being an Amateur Adult is hard, because they had to do it once, too. Chances are they will be happy to help so long as you ask politely. So. No idea how to balance a checkbook? Ask your mom. No idea how to get grass stains out of your jeans? Ask your dad. No idea how to navigate the library? Ask. No idea how to format a college paper? Ask. Admitting you don’t know how to do stuff and then doing what you have to to learn is part of being an adult. Pretending you know how to do stuff you don’t and accidentally breaking your dishwasher is not.
  15. Don’t beat yourself up if you screw up. Look. Inevitably, it’s going to happen. You’re going to lock yourself out of the house or overdraw your bank account or hit a mailbox backing out of your parking lot. Shit like that is going to happen for the rest of your life regardless of how good at adulting you are. The most adult thing you can learn to do is deal with it reasonably. Melting down because you made a mistake is childish, so don’t do that. When you screw up, laugh it off if that’s appropriate, fix it if you can, and get on with your life. 

Anyway, those are the basics. Good luck!

Lied

Originally posted by superfame


Pairing: Shawn x Reader

Request: It just kinda came to mind 

Note: SMUT SMUT SMUT WARNING 



You stroll down the corridors of your university ready to go back to your apartment after a long tiring day when you feel someone pull you to an empty classroom.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” You yelled at the guy, you couldn’t tell who it was due to the hoodie he was wearing. Soon he discarded the hoodie making a tiny gasp escape your lips.

“Shawn? What’re you-”

“I missed you so fucking much, baby.” he cut you off pulling you close and kissing you.

“Shawn, we can’t. I can’t, you left me.” You said pulling away looking at the floor.

“Y/N, I am truly and deeply sorry, I will make it up to you. Just please take me back I-”

“SHAWN YOU LIED TO ME!” You cried letting your tears fall, he came closer to you to wipe them away, but you only turned away wiping them yourself.

“You made your decision, now I’m making mine.” you sniffled 

“Y/N I-”

“Goodbye, Shawn.” you said leaving the room before he could get another word out, as he watched the most precious thing in the world to him, walk away, and he could do nothing to stop it.

He’s done enough damage already, not only did he lie, but he also left you, for her.

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Regret Filled Tears

Member: Jungkook

Genre: Pure Angst 

Word Count: 1.1k 

Summary: Things never go as planned and there is always bound to be regret. 

A/N: I admit that this probably isn’t my best writing as I wrote this on a whim and because I’m not feeling too great (when am I ever feeling good nowadays?) So instead of holding in all the pain, I just word vomited a little. 

Originally posted by jengkook

“We need to stop.”

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Best Served Cold

If Obito were even ten seconds slower, he’d have been too late.

It all happens in a blur; the moment he swings himself up onto the edge of the balcony, his eye catches on a slim figure in dark clothes, just approaching the wide glass doors with their covering of steel grills. In the same moment, there’s a spark of red across black cloth, all but invisible in the night. Across the busy street, on one of the top floors of an office building, light dances across cold metal, and Obito doesn’t even try to shout a warning. He hurls himself across the balcony with every ounce of speed he has and tackles the figure just as they reach for the lock.

In the same instant, there’s a muffled pop, and a bullet slams through the thick glass.

“God damn it!” Obito’s captive hisses, but Obito wraps an arm around her waist and leaps for the far edge of the terrace. Another pop, another bullet, and this one is even closer as it slams into stone, showering them with chips of stone. With a snarl of warning, Obito shoves his target around the corner, pushing her down, and whirls to bring his own gun up. There’s no time to aim, no chance to actually hit the bastard when Obito doesn’t have a rifle and scope with him, but he eyeballs it, squeezes the trigger, and dives after the woman as another shot cracks the stone where he’s been standing. At the same moment, glass cracks with a shattering crash across the street, and Obito pushes the target hard, trying to get her moving towards the far side of the building.

“Go!” he urges, and with an irritated huff she scampers along the narrow ledge, grabs a zip line between gloved hands, and vaults over the side of the museum. Obito shoves his gun back into its holster and follows her, landing lightly in the statuary garden behind the building. The woman is nowhere to be seen, but a maintenance gate is standing just a little ajar, and Obito wriggles through the gap, emerging into the lush darkness of the botanical garden that abuts the museum.

“You know,” he says into the darkness, more than a little annoyed, “thank you is generally what people say in this kind of situation.”

“My diamonds,” the woman says instead, a mournful lament, and Obito rolls his eyes as he steps into the small pagoda that overlooks a decorative pond.

Sniper, Rin,” he reminds her, exasperated. “Aiming for your head. Priorities, please.”

Rin drags her ski mask off to pout at him, brushing her bobbed hair out of her face. “Diamonds,” she insists. “Obito, we’ve been casing that building for weeks, and now it’s ruined.”

“But your head isn’t!”

Of course, Rin just waves that off. “Now security’s going to be insane,” she complains, folding her arms over her chest.

Obito is so done with this. “Someone just tried to kill you, and you’re worried about rocks?”

“Pretty rocks. Valuable rocks. Rocks that I spent a very long time planning to steal, Obito,” Rin insists, casting a dark look back at the museum. She heaves a sigh that’s overly thick with regret. “I bet every silent alarm in the place is going off right now.”

“Except the one for a dead would-be intruder,” Obito reminds her, because it can’t be overstated. “If I hadn’t gotten to you in time—”

That at least gets him a laugh, and Rin reaches up to cup his scarred cheek. “Yes, yes, you rode to my rescue like always, dashing hero, et cetera, et cetera. And here I thought you’d heard about our heist and were coming to join us again.”

Obito rolls his eye, though he doesn’t bat her hand away. It’s Rin, after all. “I don’t think assassin falls under the necessary skills to be a white knight, Rin. I’m not a thief anymore. You shouldn’t hold your breath that I will be again.”

Rin rolls her eyes right back, stepping a little away to prop her hands on her hip. “But we were good thieves,” she wheedles, though Obito can see the mischief in her expression. “Remember the casino in Kiri? The bank in Suna? The hotel in Ame?”

Making a face at her, Obito looks away, checking their surrounding so he doesn’t have to face the full force of Rin’s puppy dog eyes. “You know I make as much in one contract as you do in three heists,” he reminds her. “And this is a family business. If you have a problem with me killing people—”

Rin smacks him over the head.

(Obito probably should have seen that coming.)

With a yelp, he leaps back to get out of range, because Rin never stops at just one hit. At the same time, hands close around his elbows from behind, dragging him up against a hard chest, and it’s only a very vivid burst of sense-memory that keeps Obito from flipping the bastard over his shoulder and stabbing him.

“What are we talking about?” Kakashi asks, almost directly against Obito’s skin. It would take a stronger man then Obito not to shiver at the feeling.

“Assassinations,” Rin says cheerfully, stepping forward to tap her fingers against Obito’s chest.

Kakashi hums in acknowledgement, though he doesn’t lift his head. His flyaway hair brushes Obito’s cheek, and Obito can feel the sound more than he hears it. “Is that what that was? Rin, did you get into a death feud with someone and not tell me?

“It was Madara,” Obito says before she can answer. “And—can you let go of me? Hands to yourself, Bakashi!”

Kakashi, of course, does not let go. “Madara?” he asks, and there’s the faintest edge of darkness to his voice. “Your partner Madara?”

Rin is starting to frown as well, and Obito waves his hands as much as he can while still in Kakashi’s grip, trying to get them off this track. “No, no, not like that. He was an asshole so I left to work on my own, and he’s pissy because I’m better than him and he’s only making half as much money now. This was him trying to get revenge against me.”

“By coming after us?” This makes Rin beam. “Obito, you really do care!” she says cheerfully.

“Of course I care,” Obito grouses, huffing and slumping back into Kakashi’s hold. “It’s been the three of us since we were, what, six? You’re not getting rid of me that easily. Not even by getting married.”

Kakashi chuckles, his fingers tightening just a little. “I would have thought the way we fought over who got you as best man was convincing enough.”

And we offered to let you join in on our wedding night,” Rin points out, her smile far too bright to be saying things like—like that. Obito flushes, on the verge of spluttering, but before he can she adds, “So how many times has Madara tried to kill you since you left?”

Behind him, Kakashi goes stiff, but Obito ignores the overprotective idiot. “Ten times?” he hazards, though he can’t quite remember clearly. “It’s fine, he’s a moron who can’t use a gun. All of his stuff is arranged accidents or poisonings. I’m fine.”

“I don’t know,” Kakashi says mildly. “That sort of looked like a gun to me just now.”

Obito snorts rudely. “Yeah, and no offense to Rin, but if I was behind the trigger she would have been dead six times over before she even got to the balcony. Madara’s an overly dramatic moron.”

“Says the man who cried at our wedding.” But there’s tension easing out of Kakashi’s fingers, and when Obito glances back and up at him, he crinkles his eyes in a smile about his half-mask.

Emotional is not the same as dramatic,” Obito insists hotly. “And would you let me go, please?”

Kakashi hums low in his throat like he’s considering it, gaze slipping away from Obito to land on Rin. He lifts a brow in silent question, and Rin’s grin slides back onto her face, her delight clear. Apparently that’s answer enough, because Kakashi chuckles a little and leans down again, pressing his mouth to the curve of Obito’s neck.

Obito stiffens, jerks, and squawks, “What are you doing, Bakashi!?”

“If you’ve forgotten,” Kakashi says, still perfectly mild, “I think it’s about time we remind you.”

“Like a thank you for saving my life!” Rin agrees cheerfully, trailing her fingers down the center of Obito’s chest. “Think of it as a Hallmark card, but with more orgasms.”

One of the hands holding Obito’s elbow vanishes for a moment, and there’s a rustle of cloth. This time when Kakashi nips at his skin, his mouth is entirely uncovered, and Obito jolts and gasps. “But,” he manages as Rin leans up to kiss him, and for half a minute that’s far more interesting than words. Especially when Kakashi’s hands settle on his hips and drag him back even more firmly. When Rin finally surrenders his mouth, dragging her teeth across his lower lip, he groans and tries desperately, “But—revenge, I have to get revenge on Madara because he’s an asshole—”

Rin pouts at him in the way she knows he’s weak to, the witch. “Really, Obito? You’re thinking about revenge at a time like this? It’s been so long since we were all in bed together. Don’t you want to have some fun?”

“You just want to see Kakashi fuck me again,” Obito accuses, and from behind him Kakashi makes a very interested sound and scrapes his teeth over the spot on Obito’s jaw that always makes him lose control of his knees. Obito sucks in a hard breath, eye closing automatically, and Rin laughs.

“This is true,” she says without an ounce of shame, fingers ghosting over his belt. “Can you blame me? It’s been four years. Besides, I want a piece of you too.”

Her light touch turns into a definite grope, and it takes effort for Obito not to whine through his teeth. “But—plan. I have a plan and I need to go—”

Kakashi makes an intent sound against the curve of his shoulder. “Oh? For your revenge? You’re not just going to shoot him?”

“Mmm.” Obito breaks the kiss that Rin pulls him into, trying to drag his wayward thoughts back under control. They all seem to be taking a nosedive and heading south. “I—yes. Yes, I have the perfect plan. There’s this—this outstanding contract Madara has—oh.”

“Outstanding contract,” Kakashi prompts cheerfully, as if he didn’t just stick his hands up Obito’s shirt.

“On a businessman,” Obito forges on doggedly. “Madara was gleeful for days after he got it, because they have history. So I’m going to get there first.”

“And kill him before Madara can?” Rin asks, though her attention seems to mostly be on Obito’s abs as she follows the path of Kakashi’s fingers.

With an aggravated huff, Obito turns, getting ahold of Kakashi’s turtleneck and pulling him in for a hard kiss that’s full of teeth. “No,” he insists, pulling back. “I’m going to save the bastard and keep him alive no matter what, just to spite Madara.”

Rin laughs, pulling back a little. “That sounds like a good plan,” she agrees, and when Obito makes the mistake of looking at her she makes that one face, halfway between sultry and a pout, that always does terrible things to Obito’s willpower. “But it can wait until tomorrow, can’t it, Obito? Or…maybe the day after?” She traces her fingers down his chest, looking up at him through her lashes, and Kakashi pulls him in even tighter, halfway to a hug but with a very prominent bulge in his jeans.

“Oh god I hate you both,” Obito says, and Rin laughs because she knows that’s his surrender.

“You brought your bike, didn’t you?” she asks coyly. “I’ll take the car back to the hotel. Kakashi, why don’t you make sure he doesn’t change his mind?”

“I can do that,” Kakashi agrees cheerfully, nipping lightly at Obito’s ear. “You can tell me more about your revenge on the way. There’s no way that’s all of it, knowing you.”

“Keep implying that I’m a tricky bastard and I’ll prove you right,” Obito threatens as Rin leans up for another kiss. “I just—ah, Rin, god—I can only stay one night, okay?”

“We’ll revisit the discussion at a later time,” Rin decides, and her bright, sunny smile returns. “After we’ve wrecked you the second time, maybe?”

It’s vaguely sort of possible that Obito whimpers.

Maybe revenge is overrated.

Reaction to You Not Telling Them You Met Your EX. . .

Anonymous said: First I want to start off by saying our such an amazing write. Best blog ever. Okay so to the request: a EXO and iKon reaction when you run into your ex but you don’t tell them but they find out from a picture on social media and they confront you about it?? Yay! Thanks! I look forward to it

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A/N okay, so a lot of you have been sending in requests, and some are repeats, i see your requests, but it just takes time because either i have writers block, or i’m working on other reactions, but please don’t worry, i see you all giving great requests, and i promise i will do them. 

Next Request Coming: Short Girlfriend Sad Version (this is next because i misinterpreted the request, so this automatically gets priority for the poor anonie’s request i messed up)


Suho…

One of the members would show him the photo that was posted on SNS. This would bring up some doubt in his mind. He knew who your ex was, and knew that you two had ended on fairly bad terms. It would take a while for him to bring up the photo to you, but eventually the doubt, images and his own imagination would get to him, and at one point when you two are alone and have time, he would bring it up calmly. 

Originally posted by veriloquentmind


D.O.…

After seeing a picture of you and your ex in a magazine about the locals, D.O. would become pissed. However it would be a silent pissed. Killing himself in his own angry silence. He would suddenly interact with you in a cold manner, feeling betrayed that you would have ran into your ex and have failed to have told him. You would have to beg it out of him why he’s being so cold to you, until eventually he would tell you he saw the picture of you and your ex, but it would be more of an accusation. You would need to sit him down in private, and talk to him, reassuring him you didn’t mean to make it seem like you were hiding it from him. That in fact you aren’t cheating or thinking of going back to your ex.

Originally posted by kyungsuhos


Chanyeol…

You would have gotten home to see Chanyeol sitting on the couch. He was holding his phone in his hand, staring daggers at the screen. The moment you walked in, Chanyeol is up and walking silently towards you with dark dangerous eyes. He would slam his phone down on the table, a picture of you and your ex staring at one another. It would look to someone passing through the article that you and your ex were madly in love, however, in reality you had bumped into one another, and you had dropped your handbag and he had handed it to you. Being the kind person you are, you thanked him with a smile. However, to Chanyeol, this meant more. He would ask for the whole story, needing to hear everything that had happened from beginning to end. As well as constant reassurance that you love him and only him. Afterwards he would feel a little uneasy of you being around other men for a while, still shaken up at the thought of you leaving him for another man.

Originally posted by fyeah-chanyeol


Xiumin…

He would respond in an understanding manner. Guessing that either it wasn’t a big deal, and therefore isn’t something you see as needing to bring up, or you would tell him later when you have time. If he felt the need to bring it up for some reason, he would bring it up casually, mostly just genuinely wondering what you thought of seeing him, not because he feels threatened or that you’re cheating. This would be brief and he wouldn’t see the need to talk about it extensively, moving on to something else once the small conversation is over.

(i couldn’t find a good gif for this reaction, so my second go-to is to find a cute one. so here it is)

Originally posted by secrethideoutme


Lay… 

Lay would be another that wouldn’t think much of it. He might feel slightly insecure if you two looked happy or close in the picture, and in that case he would bring it up, needing reassurance more than protecting his pride.

Originally posted by sehun8gfat


Chen…

This wouldn’t bother him too much, but of course there would be some slight doubt in him that would cause him to bring it up in a joking manner, asking, “Had a nice date with your second boyfriend Jagi?” After you reassure him that there’s nothing between you two he would pull you close to him, nuzzling into your neck saying, “I know you would never cheat on Jagi, I’m just kidding.” But, like, you know he was at least a little insecure and that’s why he needed to bring it up.

Originally posted by achenlove


Kai…

He would bring it up, asking if you had had plans to meet up with your ex. If you had answered yes, he’d proceed with asking why you hadn’t told him, as that makes it suspicious. However, in this case, you tell him you didn’t have any plans to meet him and it was just a coincidental bump-in. He would let it go, but would watch your interactions with other guys a little closer and would want to know where you were going for at least a few weeks, then would let his overprotectiveness die down.

Originally posted by illegalkai


Baekhyun…

Baek would become a whining mess. Complaining about how you can’t just go around hanging out with your ex-boyfriends. You were with him now, and that should be enough. Honestly, it would just be a dramatic mess. However, there would be some hint of playfulness in his whining, as part of him knew you loved him as much as he loves you. However, like most people, there is some doubt as to whether you’re good enough, and therefore, that would be the fuel to him asking begging you to not meet up with other guys without him knowing, even if by accident, you have to tell him afterwards.

Originally posted by scartic


Luhan…

He would become moody, and he would be another that you would need to beg the reason for his mood out. After your constant nagging as to why he was giving you the cold shoulder, he would snap and answer with something like, “Because you go out and meet with other men without telling me. At least give me a heads up instead of leaving it to the magazines to tell me of my girlfriends affairs!” These words would hurt, and the moment they’re out, he would regret it, but he would be one to let his pride get in the way, and it would take sometime for him to apologize and be willing to hear your side of things. However, after hearing your reasoning, he would apologize and try to make it up to you.

Originally posted by selubaekai


Tao…

This reaction would be like a child’s. He would act neglected and pushed aside. He wouldn’t tell you, and when you ask, instead of asking about your metting with your ex, he would quietly explain the events of his day, up to the point when he saw the post on SNS. Then talk about his thoughts of the post and let his doubts and concerns pour from his heart. Though his previous reaction is unhealthy in the relationship, this would be good for you guys. This would lead to you two expressing yourselves in ways you may not have been able to, and therefore would make your relationship strong and bring you guys closer than ever before.

Originally posted by zitaoa


Sehun…

He would act grumpy and sarcastic towards you. You would go to ask him a question, it would be a few hours after he saw the picture and his emotions would grow too much for him to handle, so when you asked, he would reply with, “I don’t know, why don’t you ask your new boyfriend.” This would bring to light why he was so moody, and you would need to sit down and talk to him about how you hand ran into your ex while exiting a coffee shop and spilled some of your coffee on his jacket, and that’s why you were standing to close to him. But because the picture was taken from behind your ex, it looked like you were holding onto the front of his jacket, like you were about to lean up and kiss him. Sehun would need you to give him extra affection and in return he would act a lot more clingy to you for the next few days. But then everything would return to normal.

Originally posted by awwsehun


Kris…

He would become angry about this, but would try to think about this logically. He would end up asking in a low dangerous voice when you got home to explain the picture he had seen. As you explain, he would be happy that he hadn’t yelled at you, and would feel relieved that he had put faith in you. He would still feel some slight jealousy at the idea of you running into a man who used to mean so much to you. He would probably turn the little scare you had given him into something more… smutty. He would make sure to express how much he loves you though. His faith in you making him fall even deeper in love with you.

Originally posted by kriswudaily

EXO: their child (3-4) asks if he's really their father

Xiumin:  he’d crouch down and place them in his lap, unsure of what to say bc he’s pretty sure his heart just shattered into a million pieces. So many questions and thoughts were swimming in his head, and he wasn’t sure if his child was joking or not, but they seemed to be tearing up as he looks at them and cradles their head in his chest. “Baby…of course I’m your father, who else would it be? I know I’m always gone, but it’s because daddy is always busy and needs to keep everyone happy…you know that, don’t you?”

Suho:  immediately drops everything and stares at your child. He’s so confused yet heartbroken, he never suspected your baby had any doubts about who he was to them. He really thought he was a great father figure, and now his hopes and dreams have been crushed by that simple question. He’d realize how frequently he was gone, and he’d figure out that if he didn’t do something to change that, he might eventually become estranged from his precious baby. “Daddy loves you and mommy more than the whole word, I’m sorry I’m not home some days, I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

Lay:  he’s actually known this day would come, and he’s been dreading it. He’d nod his head to himself in understanding, and pull your baby to lay down with him as he plays with their little hands, and assures them he’s their father “You have no idea how sad it makes me to leave you and mommy, but sometimes I have to, love. Daddy doesn’t want to disappoint anyone, but he doesn’t want you to grow up without him. I’ll tell you what, we’ll all take this weekend off and go wherever you want, hm?”

Baekhyun:  first, he’d think of this as a joke and laugh. But seeing your child’s curious face, he’d freeze and mentally crumble. He’s freaking out and stumbling over his words as he tries to explain that there couldn’t possibly be anyone else, and he’s their one and only father. This would certainly haunt him for a while, and he’d think about this every time he needs to leave for a few weeks. He’d make sure to have more contact with them, despite his busy schedule, and cancel plans sometimes to attend every single important event in his child’s life.

Chen:  "of course I am, how do you think you look as good as you do? You inherited the good genes from me, don’t believe what mama tells you.“ Despite the joking and laughs, he can’t have his child see him cry and break down. He’s so upset by this, and makes sure to bring this up when you two are alone. He’d cry into your arms, wondering where he went wrong and what he could’ve done to make his baby think otherwise. He’d assert himself even more so into your child’s life, and tries as best as he can to drop them off and pick them up from school so everyone could see how good of a father he is.

Chanyeol:  he’d be the most bothered and hurt out of them all. His child was his life, and the fact that they’re wondering if he’s their true father would destroy him. He doesn’t care if they see him crying, he’d try his best to explain to them that even though he’s gone a lot, he’s still their father and that he loves them more than anything. “This breaks my heart that you say things like that, you know daddy loves you, right? No one else could have that role other than me, no one.”

D.O.:  he’s dead serious as he tries to figure out what to say, and what would make sense to their ears. He doesn’t want to hurt them by saying his work comes as a priority sometimes, but he doesn’t want to lie and make promises that he knows he won’t be able to keep. “Sweetheart, of course I am. If you’re ever sad or angry at papa, you can just tell mommy and she’ll kick my butt, okay? You know, she’s such a strong person, for always taking care of you and loving you twice as much when I’m not here.”

Kai:  he’d break down as soon as the question leaves your child’s lips. He’d pick them up in his arms, and ask if they’re serious and not just joking with him. He’d nod his head and tries to make a comprehensible sentence, but struggling so hard bc this made him very emotional and regretful that he hasn’t been there when he needed to be. “You really think I’m not your father? That makes me really sad, you know…I hope you know I love you very very very much, and daddy is gonna try and stay home more often from now on, alright?”

Sehun:  "Baby, you know I wouldn’t let any other man get close to your mom. Who else would be your father?“ This makes him very upset, despite him smiling at your child and reassuring them for the millionth time. He knows how important his job is, but he can’t help but feel like he’s neglecting his family for something that seems so unimportant compared to them. He’d tell you about this if it happened again, and asks if you both could sit down and have a talk with your child, hopefully making them understand that he’s their father, despite being gone often.

Originally posted by wooyoung

Elijah Mikaelson imagine: Not Important (Part one)

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Part 2

Summary: Reader and Elijah are in love, but reader pushes him away, because she is afraid she is not important to him and he would always choose his family over her

Word count: 1390


Originally posted by onlygodcanjudgeme-sh

I sighed as I walked trough the gate of Mikaelsons’ maison. As much as I had tried to keep away from that place, somehow I had always ended up there. 

“Look who is finally here,” I rolled my eyes at the sight of Klaus standing in front of me with his hands behind his back and a playful smile playing on his lips.

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was never much one for playing the odds

A little birdie might have suggested that it was recently @moonfox22’s birthday and also that she needs hugs and love and good things.

I wrote this instead of working on my Camp project because Priorities™.

Blind date; insufficient underwear; luck of the sannin. Kakasaku. Smut. What is consistent tone.


Sakura tugs at the hem of her dress and scowls.

It’s not the length of the skirt that’s bothering her; Sakura is proud of her legs, thanks.

It’s that Ino broke into her apartment two days ago and stole almost all of her underwear. Apparently, cotton boy shorts with smiling fruit on them “aren’t appropriate for a woman over the age of seventeen, seriously, what the hell Forehead, your pink hair is bad enough.”

Which, okay, rude. There’s nothing inherently juvenile or girlish about pink hair, Ino. Sakura gets her hair colour from her grandfather. It’s gender neutral.

And Sakura is more than willing to fight anyone who disagrees.

She’ll even do it without chakra.

Anyways, Sakura’s underwear.

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Forbidden Feelings (Chapter 2)

Summary: Being married to a man you don’t love or want anymore is taking a toll on you, but the way out is nowhere to be seen. When your husband hires a you a new sexy bodyguard, the man suddenly turns your world upside down, giving you hope to step up and take control of your life again. | Bucky x Reader
Characters
: reader, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark (mentioned) and my sweet plum Gen ( @bucky-plums-barnes )
Warnings: none
Word count: 1389
A/N: oh boy

‘FORBIDDEN FEELINGS’ MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

Originally posted by dailyevanstan

You managed to avoid Bucky Barnes for three whole days. You always booked a meeting with a client before he got to the house, which he unfortunately came to every day of the week. When you didn’t have business in or outside of the house, you mostly stayed in your bedroom or in the small reading area Tony built for you in the beginning of your marriage. It’s where you were currently sat, lounging in one of the plush armchairs by the window. The window was slightly creaked open, letting in the warm summer breeze.

You were reading one of your favourite books: Jane Eyre. You were nearly at the end when the sound of a roaring engine filled the room. You sat up straight to look out the window, to see where the commotion was coming from. The view was something you weren’t expecting. A shirtless Bucky was driving around in the backyard on a ride-on lawn mower, steering the machine around easily. Your breath hitched at the sight of his bare torso, glistening in the sun, droplets of sweat running down his broad back. A frustrated sigh left your lips as you sat back in your chair, determined to finish your book, but the image of him wouldn’t leave your mind. His messy medium length hair and slim jeans were every girl’s dream. You shut your book with another sigh; you weren’t going to get any reading done with these thoughts.

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Red (Part I)

pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader
summary
: People do crazy things when they’re in love. Daveed never thought he could do those things himself.
Rating
: Fluff and Angst for days.
word count : 2.1k+
inspiration:
“What does it feel like, to lose everything?”

author’s notes: I do plan on continuing this but I would appreciate feedback and ideas on what to do next. If you want to be tagged in the eventual sequel, just tell me! :) Enjoy guys!


He remembers the first time he met her. It was the night one of Anthony’s friends decided to throw a cocktail party and Daveed – the party animal that he is – decided to attend. Little did he know that he had decided too hastily as the people who were there weren’t exactly the liveliest. He would attempt to strike up conversations but all things led back to his role in Hamilton; it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing but at that point he had gotten tired of having to discuss this one role he had over and over again.

Two hours in and he had already downed a few shots by the bar. He was by no means wasted but did he ever want to forget the night so far. That was until he saw red at the corner of his eye. A red dress, clinging to all the right places of the body it was on. His eyes traveled up to her face and he swore, even with the booming music, that he went senseless.

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BTS: Suga~ priorities

Summary: your boyfriend, Yoongi, takes you both on vacation to California. He gets a little too close to a fan while on a date with you, and things take a turn for the worse. Angst/fluff-ish~ 💚


To say this is one of the worst nights of your life would be an understatement. You couldn’t say the same for your Yoongi, though. It must be nice to have people at your beck and call, showering you with affection and smiles. You’d have thought that Yoongi was different and that you’d both agreed to settle down- at least that’s what he assured you, that after being friends for so long, a relationship would be the next perfect step to take.

Last week, he surprised you with a couple tickets to California, where you two would be spending the next two weeks, and you couldn’t have been happier. Working nonstop on their next album and promotions, he was tired and you couldn’t wait to get away from all of the craziness and dead lines. But things wouldn’t remain perfect for long.

There was no way to describe how disappointed you were in him, and the worst thing was that he blames it all on you. His stare is now practically burning in the back of your head, but you still refused to give him the satisfaction of looking at his face. You’d already cried out all your tears, and the doors of your suite were nearly hanging off their hinges from you bursting in to get your things, only for Yoongi to come barging in like a mad dog and demanding an explanation.

“You can’t seriously be thinking that meant anything. You know how I have to act in front of these people, you’re insane-” the rest of his yelling made no sense to you due to all the blood pounding in your ear and the fact that he he was actually making no sense whatsoever. So what if that woman was a fan? She had no right to be touching him like that, and certainly not for him to let it happen and keep a smile on his face the whole time.

“Well, excuse me if I still have my pride and don’t let people do whatever they want to me and touch me wherever they want. You couldn’t just ignore her and walk away, right? Because you’re not happy being committed to one person, is that it? Telling me would’ve been easier than making me watch as you practically threw yourself on top of her.” Your thoughts spilling out of your mouth without reason. You should’ve know he could never be tied down, and being his best friend out of all people, should’ve known better than anyone.

You heard his footsteps approaching and felt him crouching behind you, careful not to step on the broken vase on the ground. “Are you hearing yourself? You want me to completely ignore and walk away from a fan just because you wanted to go to the beach that badly? I bring you here for a little vacation and you do this to me and make a scene in front of everyone?!” He tugged on your arm, hoping to make you turn around and face him.

“Answer me, y/n.” Although his voice was much calmer now, you could tell he was still angry. You couldn’t deal with this anymore, and felt like your heart was breaking. You tugged your arm free of his grip and made your way to the closet. “Well, I’m sorry I’m such an inconvenience to you. Guess you don’t need to worry about me anymore.” You pulled your suitcase from the floor and began to pack it again. He scoffed loudly, and you can almost hear him clenching his teeth.

“That’s not what I meant, y/n. There was just no need to run out like that and making me apologize to everyone. I thought you knew what you were getting into when you agreed to be with me. You did agree to be with me, didn’t you?” His voice was a mere whisper and he sounded hurt.

You finally turned and faced him, but soon regretted it. His eyes were bloodshot and his hand looked to be bleeding. So that’s why the dresser looked broken. He seemed to be breathing heavily, and eyed you warily, as if you could just snap your finger and break him.

“Yoongi…don’t expect me to apologize. I know you have your fans and your priorities, but this was a supposed to be our time, away from everyone and everything. You know if I didn’t love you I wouldn’t have agreed to be a part of this insane life and sharing it with you, but sometimes I- we, have to come first.” You sighed heavily and let your clothes drop to the floor.

“This is exhausting. I hate fighting with you. If you want me to go, just say it and you’ll never have to see me again. Just please stop breaking my heart, I-” you were soon interrupted by him stepping closer to you and taking your face in his hands. You flinched as you smelled the blood on his hand, but looked him in the eye nonetheless.

“Y/n, I love you. Stop acting like this, please…you’re the one that’s breaking my heart since you don’t see how much I’m trying here. I don’t want an apology, I just need you to be with me. I’m not letting you go anywhere, so you better put that suitcase away. I worked hard to get us here and I’m not letting either of us waste anymore time fighting and crying and arguing.” You could almost tear up seeing how much sincerity his eyes were showing. Deciding not to make things even worse, you nodded. “You’re bleeding. It looks bad…I can’t believe your first response when angry is to always punch whatever is in your way.” You laughed, despite yourself.

He took the sudden lightness of the mood to his advantage and pressed a light kiss to your forehead, and pressed his against yours. Closing his eyes, he inhaled your scent and visibly relaxed. He shook his head slightly, and kissed you fully on the lips. “I don’t care. I want to make things right. I don’t care if I have to spend the rest of my life to do that, y/n. I love you.”

Originally posted by ultranicolet

anonymous asked:

What non-'reverse' fic are you currently working on right now? Any hints you'd like to give us that would leave us chomping at the bit for more?

If Obito were even ten seconds slower, he’d have been too late.

It all happens in a blur; the moment he swings himself up onto the edge of the balcony, his eye catches on a slim figure in dark clothes, just approaching the wide glass doors with their covering of steel grills. In the same moment, there’s a spark of red across black cloth, all but invisible in the night. Across the busy street, on one of the top floors of an office building, light dances across cold metal, and Obito doesn’t even try to shout a warning. He hurls himself across the balcony with every ounce of speed he has and tackles the figure just as they reach for the lock.

In the same instant, there’s a muffled pop, and a bullet slams through the thick glass.

“God damn it!” Obito’s captive hisses, but Obito wraps an arm around her waist and leaps for the far edge of the terrace. Another pop, another bullet, and this one is even closer as it slams into stone, showering them with chips of stone. With a snarl of warning, Obito shoves his target around the corner, pushing her down, and whirls to bring his own gun up. There’s no time to aim, no chance to actually hit the bastard when Obito doesn’t have a rifle and scope with him, but he eyeballs it, squeezes the trigger, and dives after the woman as another shot cracks the stone where he’s been standing. At the same moment, glass cracks with a shattering crash across the street, and Obito pushes the target hard, trying to get her moving towards the far side of the building.

“Go!” he urges, and with an irritated huff she scampers along the narrow ledge, grabs a zip line between gloved hands, and vaults over the side of the museum. Obito shoves his gun back into its holster and follows her, landing lightly in the statuary garden behind the building. The woman is nowhere to be seen, but a maintenance gate is standing just a little ajar, and Obito wriggles through the gap, emerging into the lush darkness of the botanical garden that abuts the museum.

“You know,” he says into the darkness, more than a little annoyed, “thank you is generally what people say in this kind of situation.”

“My diamonds,” the woman says instead, a mournful lament, and Obito rolls his eyes as he steps into the small pagoda that overlooks a decorative pond.

Sniper, Rin,” he reminds her, exasperated. “Aiming for your head. Priorities, please.”

Rin drags her ski mask off to pout at him, brushing her bobbed hair out of her face. “Diamonds,” she insists. “Obito, we’ve been casing that building for weeks, and now it’s ruined.”

“But your head isn’t!”

Of course, Rin just waves that off. “Now security’s going to be insane,” she complains, folding her arms over her chest.

Obito is so done with this. “Someone just tried to kill you, and you’re worried about rocks?”

“Pretty rocks. Valuable rocks. Rocks that I spent a very long time planning to steal, Obito,” Rin insists, casting a dark look back at the museum. She heaves a sigh that’s overly thick with regret. “I bet every silent alarm in the place is going off right now.”

“Except the one for a dead would-be intruder,” Obito reminds her, because it can’t be overstated. “If I hadn’t gotten to you in time—”

That at least gets him a laugh, and Rin reaches up to cup his scarred cheek. “Yes, yes, you rode to my rescue like always, dashing hero, et cetera, et cetera. And here I thought you’d heard about our heist and were coming to join us again.”

Obito rolls his eye, though he doesn’t bat her hand away. It’s Rin, after all. “I don’t think assassin falls under the necessary skills to be a white knight, Rin. I’m not a thief anymore. You shouldn’t hold your breath that I will be again.”

Rin rolls her eyes right back, stepping a little away to prop her hands on her hip. “But we were good thieves,” she wheedles, though Obito can see the mischief in her expression. “Remember the casino in Kiri? The bank in Suna? The hotel in Ame?”

Making a face at her, Obito looks away, checking their surrounding so he doesn’t have to face the full force of Rin’s puppy dog eyes. “You know I make as much in one contract as you do in three heists,” he reminds her. “And this is a family business. If you have a problem with me killing people—”

Rin smacks him over the head.

(Obito probably should have seen that coming.)

With a yelp, he leaps back to get out of range, because Rin never stops at just one hit. At the same time, hands close around his elbows from behind, dragging him up against a hard chest, and it’s only a very vivid burst of sense-memory that keeps Obito from flipping the bastard over his shoulder and stabbing him.

“What are we talking about?” Kakashi asks, almost directly against Obito’s skin. It would take a stronger man then Obito not to shiver at the feeling.

“Assassinations,” Rin says cheerfully, stepping forward to tap her fingers against Obito’s chest.

Kakashi hums in acknowledgement, though he doesn’t lift his head. His flyaway hair brushes Obito’s cheek, and Obito can feel the sound more than he hears it. “Is that what that was? Rin, did you get into a death feud with someone and not tell me?

“It was Madara,” Obito says before she can answer. “And—can you let go of me? Hands to yourself, Bakashi!”

Kakashi, of course, does not let go. “Madara?” he asks, and there’s the faintest edge of darkness to his voice. “Your partner Madara?”

Rin is starting to frown as well, and Obito waves his hands as much as he can while still in Kakashi’s grip, trying to get them off this track. “No, no, not like that. He was an asshole so I left to work on my own, and he’s pissy because I’m better than him and he’s only making half as much money now. This was him trying to get revenge against me.”

“By coming after us?” This makes Rin beam. “Obito, you really do care!” she says cheerfully.

“Of course I care,” Obito grouses, huffing and slumping back into Kakashi’s hold. “It’s been the three of us since we were, what, six? You’re not getting rid of me that easily. Not even by getting married.”

Kakashi chuckles, his fingers tightening just a little. “I would have thought the way we fought over who got you as best man was convincing enough.”

And we offered to let you join in on our wedding night,” Rin points out, her smile far too bright to be saying things like—like that. Obito flushes, on the verge of spluttering, but before he can she adds, “So how many times has Madara tried to kill you since you left?”

Behind him, Kakashi goes stiff, but Obito ignores the overprotective idiot. “Ten times?” he hazards, though he can’t quite remember clearly. “It’s fine, he’s a moron who can’t use a gun. All of his stuff is arranged accidents or poisonings. I’m fine.”

“I don’t know,” Kakashi says mildly. “That sort of looked like a gun to me just now.”

Obito snorts rudely. “Yeah, and no offense to Rin, but if I was behind the trigger she would have been dead six times over before she even got to the balcony. Madara’s an overly dramatic moron.”

“Says the man who cried at our wedding.” But there’s tension easing out of Kakashi’s fingers, and when Obito glances back and up at him, he crinkles his eyes in a smile about his half-mask.

Emotional is not the same as dramatic,” Obito insists hotly. “And would you let me go, please?”

Kakashi hums low in his throat like he’s considering it, gaze slipping away from Obito to land on Rin. He lifts a brow in silent question, and Rin’s grin slides back onto her face, her delight clear. Apparently that’s answer enough, because Kakashi chuckles a little and leans down again, pressing his mouth to the curve of Obito’s neck.

Obito stiffens, jerks, and squawks, “What are you doing, Bakashi!?”

“If you’ve forgotten,” Kakashi says, still perfectly mild, “I think it’s about time we remind you.”

“Like a thank you for saving my life!” Rin agrees cheerfully, trailing her fingers down the center of Obito’s chest. “Think of it as a Hallmark card, but with more orgasms.”

What’s Yours Is Not Mine

Chapter 2: Gathering Information

Warning: Blood, kidnapping
Notes: This… took a long while. Sorry for any mistakes, but it’s currently 5:22 AM, I have work in four hours, and instead of sleeping, I’m… writing. Because my priorities are totally straight. Sorry. - <3 Crest (ps there’s some notes at the end <3)
Pairings: Minicat (main), Brohm, ZeRoyalChaos, slight h2ovanoss, but not enough to tag

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Jealousy

Note: Thanks to @skittle479 for the assist.

10:45 … Sonny was almost four hours late. You weren’t worried, though, his job often kept him on an unpredictable schedule. There was a cost to dating a cop, but Sonny was worth it.

He was supposed to come over after work, at 7. Sonny often forgot to call you when his work ran late, so you tried to occupy yourself while you waited. Staying busy kept you from worrying.

At 10:50 you heard the front door opening and saw Sonny making his way in, having exchanged keys to your respective apartments after half a year of dating.

Swiftly, you made your way over to Sonny and wrapped your arms around his waist. It felt like you were made for each other.

“You finally made it,” you smiled into his chest. “How was work?”

“Barba has been biting his nails about a rape in the park from last month, he’s been making us go over our testimonies again and again.” Sonny chuckled as he placed a quick kiss on your forehead, still in the process of taking off his outerwear.

“No wonder you stayed late, then, you’ve been wanting to stay on Barba’s good side.” You’d met the members of Sonny’s squad only briefly, but from the way Sonny talked about them, you felt like you knew them intimately.

“Oh, he actually didn’t, he finished with me hours ago. Jesse’s babysitter had to leave early, and ‘Manda was still with Barba, so I volunteered to watch after Jesse until Barba was finished prepping Amanda.”

Abruptly, you pulled yourself out of his embrace.

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You (Simon Request)

~~~Simons POV~~~
I stopped still in my tracks when I saw her. She had a light smile on her lips as she plugged the music into her ears and set off again to wherever her destination would be. She was beautiful. She always was. Effortlessly. Not like these fake, plastered girls I seemed to find myself talking to at clubs nowadays.
And then I realised she was walking towards me. Had she noticed me? Shit. I looked disgusting. I’d only come out to get a juice before I went home to my parents yet again.
Shit. Say something Simon.
“Hey” I croak as she walks past and evidently sees me staring.
She takes out her earphone and looks up to me, “sorry, did you say something?”
“Um I said hey” I scratch the back of my neck.
“Hey” She raises her brows, “Will that be all?”
Damn. She still really was hurt.
“No no of course not” I shake my head, “Come on (y/n) I haven’t seen you in what? 3 years?”
“Almost, yes” She nods, folding her arms.
The harsh tone. The cold look in her eyes. It was the look she gave to people that were dicks at school. I found it hilarious. I guess i wasn’t laughing now I was on the other side. “At least come for a drink with me” I sigh.
“And why would that be?” She questions.
“You know where I’ll be. 4pm?” I nod, avoiding her question.
She looks into my eyes for a second before reaching up to return her earphone to her ear and walking off. 4pm.
Let’s give you some background shall we? From when I was 16 to when I left home at 21, I was in a relationship with (y/n). We weren’t one of those innocent, young couples that happened all the time in Berko. We were genuinely in love. Yes, it sounds fucking cheesy but it was true. Everyone knew it. When I first met the guys, they were adamant I would marry her. And so was I really. Her and my family got on well, they loved us together. And then, in early 2014, before I moved in with the guys, something happened. I was doing good on YouTube and I was starting to get a bit overwhelmed by the sudden popularity. Being in a committed relationship with a home town girl from Berko didn’t seem like a good idea for me. So, classic-scared-of-commitment Simon decided to call things off before I left for London. But not in the fashion of a civilised break up, I simply left and said things weren’t working. The worst mistake of my life.
And so here I’m sat, at our stalls in the corner of Zero Juice Sushi with the hope that she’d come through those doors.
I’d ordered both of us our favourite drinks and even some popcorn chicken for her because she claimed there was ‘nothing better’
I felt anxious. Worried. If she didn’t, I knew I’d truly fucked things up. Forever.
Since I’d left her, I’d tried to go with other girls. Tried to replace her. But it never worked. They were never her. They didn’t make me laugh like she did or know how to instantly make me smile like she would.
“Well, if this isn’t the right flavour I won’t be happy” I hear her familiar voice beside me as she sits down in the next stall.
“Of course it is!” I grin, “Our first date. I took you out for your birthday. We came here because there’s nowhere better to go around Berko and you had that exact drink. And no matter what, you’ve never changed your order” I recite the memory.
I see her smile slightly as she sips the juice.
“And I figured to keep you here you could have some chicken too” I smile, pushing the box over to her, “How have you been?”
“Simon, look this is nostalgic and all and you’re right with the juice and the chicken and whatever but-“ She sighs, “Where does this lead after the pleasantries?”
My smile falters.
“You’re back home for the weekend at the same time I am and suddenly it means we have to spend time together? I’ve been back home here plenty of times when I can. Why now?” She raises her brows.
“You moved?!” I pick up on her mention. She was always the girl to stay in this town.
“Yeah I live in London” She nods, “When I’m over here. Tend to travel with my job”
“Photographer” I smile, “You made it”
It was the dream she always had. To travel and take incredible shots. She wanted to capture a culture in a matter of pixels. She was so passionate.
“Yeah well i-” She starts, “No stop. This is what I mean. You can’t just meet up with me and buy me a drink and suddenly think that we can just talk like everything’s normal Simon. You broke my heart”
There it was. The four words that killed me. Firstly because I hated the thought of her ever being hurt that much and secondly because I hated myself for being the cause of that pain.
“I-” I start, knowing there were a million words I could’ve said but none of them were deemed good enough.
“I think I should go. Its good to know you’re well and by the sounds of things, you’re doing incredible on YouTube. But to be honest, I think that’s how it should stay” She comments, standing up.
“August 2nd 2010” I burst out, standing up too as she begins to walk out, “I took you up to the roof of school and it had taken me all that time to finally tell you that I loved you. I called you babygirl and you found it hilarious and I guess it just stuck after that. We spent the whole night up there listening to music on that tiny IPod thing that I got with my first pay. They had a massive go at us the morning after and I told them it was all me. I spent the next two weeks in detention and every single morning I walked you to your class even if it meant I was late every time. I’m not saying i want to walk you to class again or take you back to the rooftop of that school but that doesn’t mean i don’t feel exactly the same way about you now as i did when i was a lanky teenager”
She looks down, clearly knowing she’d get emotional if she looked me in the eyes for too long.
“I’ve been openly in love with you since I was 17 years old (y/n) (y/l/n) and I was lucky enough to spend 5 years of my life trying to make you feel exactly the same way. Because every single morning I was happy, every time I held your hand I still felt that immature electricity that everyone felt with their first kiss, my cheeks still flushed pink every time your lips met mine and I spent everyday of those 5 years completely fascinated by why you would ever choose to be with me” My voice cracks then, “And ever since the day I left you, I’ve regretted it more than anything. Its the worst decision I’ve ever made and hell, you know I’ve made a lot of mistakes.”
She stops and looks up and everything is still flooding back. Seeing her with wavy hair in our school uniform that she seemed to look good in. Spending hours and hours together until the nights fell across the sky and the cold wind got too harsh. Bailing her out of detention whenever I could until she eventually won the fight and got me out of it instead. She got me into a world of trouble and I loved every second. Why YouTube ever became my priority over her I will never know.
“So you can walk out that door now and you don’t ever have to see me again but just remember that for five years of your life you loved me and I know you well enough to know that there’s still a part of you that hasn’t changed. You’re still that teenage girl that was happy with a kick around in the park in battered football boots that didn’t care what people thought. You made me a better man (y/n). So what will it be?” I sigh, tears filling the bottoms of my eyes and threatening to fall over the edge.

Rewritten, Chapter 4: The Gerudo Champion

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When Link woke in the morning, he was surprised how long he’d slept, but figured it was due to his lack of sleep the night before in Rito Village. He sat up slowly, muscles aching at having slept on a hot stone slab all night, and wondered if he’d have time for a dip in a hot spring before Zelda headed out.

“Oh, afternoon’, Link,” Daruk greeted him as he came in from outside. The light that shone through the door was brighter than Link anticipated, and he blinked in surprise.

“After- what?!” Link exclaimed, struggling to his feet, quickly sheathing the Master Sword, and throwing it over his back. “Is Zelda here?”

“The Princess? She left pretty early this morning. Heading for Gerudo,” Daruk said, looking at Link somewhat bewildered. “She said you - knew… was gunna meet you… oh.”

The realisation hit the Goron a bit late and he laughed in spite of himself. “Hah! She’s a clever one. Sorry, little guy… guess you better run after her, huh?”

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Hate Me

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Trigger Warnings: Language, suicide (kind of), violence, asshole-ness, death

Word Count: 2858

Summary: All Dean wants in this world is for you to be safe and he doesn’t believe that is with him. So, in an effort to keep you safe he makes the ultimate sacrifice: his heart. Knowing you would never leave him he comes up with a stupid plan that backfires on him completely. What happens when he not only shatters his heart but yours as well?

A/N: This is for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing Anti-Valentine’s Challenge. So basically the goal here was to write a story that included a really sad song chosen from her list and make it angst to the fucking max. The song I chose here was Hate Me by: Blue October. This story is all angst and all heartbreak sorry no fluff this time. But with all done and said I think this came out pretty damn good. I almost teared up a bit writing some pieces. Any who as always feedback is always welcome and wanted but hate isn’t so if you don’t have anything nice to say keep it to yourself. BTW Happy Valentine’s Day Y’all !!!!

Bold Italics = Song Lyrics 

Regular Italics = Flashbacks 

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Unhappily Ever After - Bellamy Blake Imagine (Part 2)

Originally posted by chatnoirs-baton

Bellamy Blake x Reader

Word Count: 1,267

Warnings: look i don’t think so, but it’s like a bit disheartening i guess ??

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“Pandora please. Just let me talk to her.” He pleaded, like he had been for the past hour, day. “She does not wish to see you.” Was always Pandora’s answer.

A rather large man, almost inhuman with multiple piercings and a large cloak came down and whispered something to Pandora, which caused her eyes to widen and run upstairs.

“This is all your fault!” Raven lashed out a Clarke, well tried to with the chains around her wrist. “How is this my fault?” Clarke retaliated back to no avail. “You just had to snoop around, you just had to get caught in the out of bounds area of all the places! I thought you wouldn’t have been this stupid.”

“Clarke, what exactly did you find?” Monty said in a rather hushed tone compared to Raven’s. “The Maximus. It’s just sitting there surrounded by nothing, in a room all by itself.”

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Alec and the Mute w/ Alec Lightwood x Reader

Request: Can you write an Alec x reader where she is a Shadowhunter but she is mute and is dating Alec. Then during a mission she gets hurt badly and almost dies and after she recovers she finally talks and Alec like cries because he’s so happy to hear her voice and can you make it with lots of fluff please?

A/N: At the anon who requested this, I hope it does match your expectations

I am a loner, not because I don’t like people, but because I am afraid of losing them. This is not an unreasoned fear, I lost my parents when I was little and I had to stand by and watch it. They died protecting me and my older brother, but no one knows that, because I don’t talk. With no one, not even my own brother, I just forgot how to. After witnessing my beloved parent’s death I shut down completely and stopped talking. And because now everyone thinks I am a mute, I don’t bother to change that, at least no one forces me to talk. I and my brother Jonah were both sent to the New York institute after our parent’s death, due to our uncle working there. Life was hard, but we had to learn to cope with it, a Shadowhunter never shows weakness. At least it brought something good, the Lightwood siblings whom were now my best friends, even without verbally communicating we understood each other perfectly, especially me and Alec, there is such a strong connection between us, that I sometimes wonder if we are really just friends or if there’s more to that. Anyways how you can probably guess, I am not really a fan of working together with other Shadowhunter on mission, not that I don’t think they’re not capable, but not talking makes some situations difficult, so I only go on solo missions, no talking more doing. Well, and that is exactly the reason why me and Alec are fighting at the moment. “Y/N, you are not going on this mission!” Alec said a bit aggregated, I pulled my eyebrow up, as if to say ‘and why’s that?’ “You know exactly why! It’s a suicide mission even with a partner, I wouldn’t let you go, it’s too dangerous and you can’t even shout for help, so my decision is clear and as the head of the institute you have to obey or else it will have consequences even for you!” HE said getting louder and louder towards the end, trying to bring his point of view across of me. Reacting to Alec’s outburst I threw him a sarcastic smile, turned around and left. Alec knew me well and understood that I was beyond pissed. This was definitely not the first time this happened, he knew that I was one hell of a fighter and had my priorities set, so why wouldn’t he let me do my job? Even Jonah, who was more than skeptical to let me off alone, accepted it at one point and let me do my own thing, but Alec wouldn’t get it in his head that I can take care of myself, sure I may not talk, but that doesn’t mean that I am weak, who does he think he is. My thoughts making me angrier than I already was, I didn’t consider Izzy’s words of wisdom, maybe Alec liked me and doesn’t want me to get hurt, but I consider that bullshit, Alec doesn’t like anybody, at least in the romantic way, “Shadowhunters’ don’t show feelings, or else it gets them hurt” those were Alec’s wise words. While my mind was running wild with angry thoughts I geared up for the mission I was not supposed to go one, indeed it might be a suicide mission, but I know I can handle it, there’s a reason I didn’t die on any of my hundred solo missions. Sneaking past Alec who stared intently at one of the monitors in the main hall, I quickly made my way out of the institute and of to find the rouge demon clique. As soon as I got there I understood why Alec wouldn’t let me go alone, there were way more demons that I thought.

Meanwhile at the institute

Alec was focused on one of the monitors in the main hall, at least it seemed like it. “What’s going through your head, bro?” Jace asked his Parabatai, who experienced a near heart attack from the sudden noise. “Don’t do that, Jace!” “Well than, what’s going on with you?” “I and Y/N fought, again… and now she is pissed and I don’t know how to fix it. She just doesn’t want to understand why she can’t go on this mission!” Alec said frustrated. “Dude, you know that she didn’t listened to you, right?” Alec gave Jace a questioning look “Alec, she went on that mission, I saw her gear up like an hour ago” “What?!? Why didn’t you tell me this earlier??” “How the hell was I supposed to know that you told her not to?” After that being said Alec dashed out of the room, went to grab his bow and quiver and went to find Y/N in the fastest way possible.  Jace was right behind him, not letting his Parabatai do this alone.

As the two Shadowhunters arrived at the fight scene, it was already a big mess. There were at least twenty demons and Y/N was still standing strong at least that’s what the boys believed, the second Alec cried out Y/N name, she got distracted and missed the demon she was supposed to slay. From this moment on everything went downhill. The demon took advantage of the very moment and got Y/N bad and Alec watched in slow motion how the silent girl he adored so much cried out in pain and made contact with the asphalt ground. In this moment of blind rage Alec took nearly every single demon out and the ones he didn’t kill he left for Jace to take care of. As soon as the area was cleared out of demons Alec kneeled down next to Y/N and his heart died a bit. His mind was still working in overdrive, he drew a healing rune on her body and took her in the quickest way possible back to the institute.

33 hours later- Y/N POV

Darkness was surrounding me and I didn’t understood why, I don’t remember going to sleep, so why is everything so dark? I tried opening my eyes but they wouldn’t budge, was I dead? Is this how being dead feels? Weird, it feels kind of nice, sure my body hurts, but it’s so comfy and warm, my hand is a bit sweaty too. As I try to wipe my hand off, I fell some pressure there and suddenly hear a voice. “Y/N?” it calls, still trying to force my eyes open the voice keeps on talking “Come on, I know you are in there, please just wake up, I can’t live any longer if you are not here with me. I love you, please wake up!” The voice actually sounded a lot like Alec, but why would he say such things? What the hell happened? Having enough of the darkness I pulled all my strength and will together and pried my eyes open, only to see white blinding light and a tearstained Alec. I groaned, trying to get his attention, him still holding his monologue. The second he looked me in the eyes a grin slit across his face, but vanished as fast as it came. “Y/N, I am so sorry this happened, I was the reason you got hurt, if I hadn’t distracted you none of this would have happened…” I waved a hand in front of his face again gaining his attention and pointing to the water on the bedside table. Man, was I thirty. Alec, being the sweetheart he is holding the cup to my mouth and enabling me to drink, clearing my throat I spoke my first words since at least 10 years “I love you too” The look on Alec’s face was priceless, he looked so shocked, either because I talked or because I told him I felt the same or maybe both, but I didn’t care. Those were my first words ever to him and I don’t regret them. “You… you can talk, I mean you just talked… and you love me” Alec was flabbergasted, his one true love was feeling the same way.  His dream finally came true. What happened next, I would’ve never thought that mister shy-pants would ever make the first and final move. You wouldn’t believed me if I told you that he kissed me, like in on swift unexpected move his lips where on mine and we were both moving in sync. And let me tell you this was definitely not my first kiss but it was by far the best, there was so much passion and love in just this one simple kiss. As the oxygen got less we both pulled away and it was as if the time stopped moving, we were just staring at each other and trying to realize what just happened and while doing so it happened again and again, it was like some magnetic force was pulling us together. In the end I scooted over to make room for Alec in my infirmary bed and all we did was cuddle and talk, well Alec was talking and I was listening, because you can’t just go from ten years without even muttering a word and then suddenly hold long conversations, so I stuck to listening and even sometimes answering, which still is a weird feeling. But with Alec by my side I would master this mission of finding myself again too. There sure was a lot more to come for me.

The End

Salvation // Lee Taeyong

- pt. 3 of Truth

words: 1260

category: drabble

warnings: brief mentions of torture + biting

author note: i was doing research for this and i found out that vampire’s are actually rlly creepy. and they actually can breathe, they just don’t really need to as often, so i edited the last two drabbles a bit. anyway enjoy this new installment and tell me what you want to happen next!

- destinee

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