more of a brush show off thing

anonymous asked:

"i could do a whole Analysis on the hug i just,, really love it so much" Do it. I just love, love your metas/analysis and I'd love to see you talking about the hug <'3

ahhh thanks!! Ok, full sheith hug analysis, sure thing! 

So, the way this all starts. A lot of people will say the handshake somehow makes the hug merely casual and downplays the intimacy of it, but I don’t think that’s the case at all. See, this part is really important because it’s completely different from every other hug we’ve seen with Keith. If you look at any other case, Keith never initiates. Someone else grabs him, and he has no consent or choice in it. Despite the fact that he eventually relaxes and hugs back, everyone else still just assumes the forced contact is fine, and you can see how startled and tense Keith is:

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Woman - Bucky x Reader - One Shot

A/N - Woman by Harry Styles was a huge inspiration for this song and my imagination.

Bucky x Reader - You want to play office.

Warnings: Smut.

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Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. 

Here’s some kinky ass smut for all you fellow sinners. This time, it’s Mr. Miranda teacher smut! Whoo-hoo.

“Shit shit shit shit SHIT!” You screamed mentally, speed walking through the hall to physics, grabbing your binder out of your bag in preparation for Mr. Miranda’s class.
Having most of your credits completed, you found yourself coming into school only in the afternoons, no one telling you when the schedule was changed and the start time for your two classes was thrown off.
Taking in a deep breath, you managed to turn the handle to the door as quietly as possible, slipping in, right in front of Mr. Miranda- Fuck.
“Glad you’re finally joining us, Ms. Y/L/N.” He smiled sarcastically, murmuring to you just loud enough for the class to hear, hazel eyes never drifting from your fresh excuse from the office as he signed, continuing with his spiel. “The class is in the middle of a test, and since there’s only 12 minutes left in the period, I suggest you come back during the activity period and make it up.”
His eyes met yours, seemingly entertained and thriving from your embarrassment.
“Sure. Can you write me a pass?” You sighed, handing over your school assigned agenda, not bothering to even fake a smile to the hard-ass before you.
He obliged, tongue sticking out slightly as he wrote, those dark brows of his furrowing together.
The next few minutes flew by, your heartbeat slowing and ears cooling as the effects of anger and embarrassment went away.
This was the fourth time that prick had harassed you for being late. If he wasn’t such a total jerk, he might actually be attractive- or so you thought.
Mr. Miranda was a hard-ass in all aspects of teaching, from late policies to homework policies, to how focused he could force the class to be. Always dressed in classic neutrals, often opting for black slacks that fit snugly around his waist with matching shoes, a button down, vest, and some sort of simply-patterned tie- it was as if he created his own uniform.
By sitting in the front row, you were easily able to pluck out all of his features within a week- the long disheveled black hair, perfect, dark angular brows, glimmering brown eyes, dark lips, and a nearly razor sharp jawline when his head tilted a certain way- all fitted into tight slacks… God, why did he have to hate you so much?
Excusing yourself from your activity period, you turned into the dreaded classroom, heart thumping silently as your eyes found themselves on Mr. Miranda.
“Ah, Miss y/l/n, so good to see you!” He grinned, drawing a sharp breath in through his teeth and clasping his hands tight, looking around the mess of papers for your test. He quickly found the desired page and handed it over.
“If you could go take a seat in the back lab, there’s something I’d like to talk to you about before you start.” He added, gesturing at the extra room.
You felt death crawl upon you, dread manifesting itself in your very core and spreading out to your fingertips, a million possibilities flying through your mind in a whirlwind as Mr. Miranda shut the door to the classroom and then the door to the lab, following you in.
You dropped your bag at the edge of one of the tables, taking a seat on a stool, palms sweaty as you set the test in front of you, worried eyes looking to the man looming beside you.
He leaned, hip against the table, a couple feet from you, his arms crossed sturdily like a fortress before him.
“Y/n, are you having difficulties somewhere?” He asked, his tone quite serious as he focused upon you, his bottom lip sucked into his mouth as he raked his teeth over the skin.
“N- No, sir, nothing at all.” You replied, caught a bit off-guard by the question.
“Y/n… Think long and hard about this-” his voice dropped low and his frame hunched over in order to bring his face to your level, “Absolutely nothing has been distracting you during class? Nothing at all?”
His eyes were completely locked with yours, your peripheral vision blurring out as you focused on him and only him, breath hitching in your throat.
“I’m sure. No distractions at all. I’m fine, really.” You bluffed, a breath of nervous laughter escaping.
“Y/n.” He grinned, face now so close to yours that you could feel the hot breath on your skin, your body trembling, ready to go limp at any moment if he so much as touched you. “Every time I look at you, I find your eyes already on me, even when I’m not instructing… always.” He murmured softly, “For the love of all that is holy… Y/n, just say it.” He chuckled lightly, hazel eyes softening as they met yours- something stirring behind the warm color- some sort of wild fear or desperation.
“Say what?” You retorted, completely unsure of his implications.
“Say that… Y'know… You have a crush on me. Find me attractive.” He whispered, a hand reaching to cup your jaw, a thumb rubbing ever-so-slightly over your soft skin.
Seeing him there before you, he was completely cracking and exposing your inner desires- the things your dreamt about, dwelling in your subconscious until now. The depraved thoughts swirled around your mind as you found yourself lurching forward, your plush lips crashing to his with a level of desperation that you never expected.
Feeling the teacher’s fingers glide to the back of your neck as you kissed, the taste of coffee lingering on his lips- something set off an internal alarm. You pulled away as quickly as you leaned in, a crashing wave.
“Mr. Miranda, I-I… I can’t. I can’t do this, I’m sorry.” You stuttered, heaving in a few breaths, attempting to shake off the gravity of what you’d done.
“Y/n… Are you sure? …You know the hard-ass thing is just for show, right? I swear.” He whispered softly, a hand petting your hair, brushing strays out of your face. “Y/n, I know this is wrong, but you’re… A-Amazing. You’re intelligent and gorgeous and incredibly witty and I just… I want to be with you.” He admitted shakily, his eyes venturing to meet yours, anxiously awaiting your reply.
In your mind, you weighed the consequences, choosing whether or not to pursue your explicit daydreams or simply take your test in peace- possibly making things more complicated. Opting for the former, you pressed your lips to his once more, rising slowly off the stool, arms circling around his neck as you felt him reach to loosen his tie. After all, how much damage could you do in 40 minutes?
You felt the charcoal tie fall at your feet, quickly realizing that the next set of motions were those of Mr. Miranda undoing the buttons on his vest, slipping the garment off.
You stepped back, hands gliding down to his chest to unbutton the white dress shirt, leaving his chest exposed. He easily slipped the garment off, throwing it on the next table over.
Your eyes wandered to his shoulders, the surprisingly strong upper arms… the new skin exposed to you for the first time, finding him to have lean muscles, looking more attractive than ever.
“Sweetheart?” He breathed, tilting your chin so you would look up at him.
“Yes, sir?”
“If you strip and sit up on the table for me, I’ll be more than happy to make up for the hell I’ve given you this semester.” He murmured in your ear, bringing goosebumps to your skin as you nodded eagerly, kicking off your shoes and tugging your shirt off simultaneously, hands flying to the clasp of your bra while toeing off your socks, the undergarments dropping to the floor while the older man undid your jeans, slipping them from your hips before you could help, pushing the denim down your legs and propping yourself up on the table.
Wrapping his arms around your waist, he dragged you to the edge of the table, his chest pressing against yours, your lips moving slowly together as your back arched, bringing you as close as possible as he tilted you down on the table.
“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, those hazel eyes looking at you with some real emotion, much to your surprise.
“And you’re very handsome.” You giggled, humming as he kissed down your chest, hands at your breasts, feeling them tenderly before gliding his hands down your sides, fingers hooking into your undies, dragging them down your long legs, which were dangling over the table.
“Wanna lay down for this?” He breathed into your lips, fingertips caressing your sides you leaned in again, wanting so much to kiss him, to be with him like this- feel nothing but the smooth sensation of his kiss, to feel his taste on your tongue.
Pulling away for air, you felt his lips move on your skin. Kisses travelled down your body, thighs quivering as his breath met your core, your legs parting further, his palms pushing your thighs farther apart as he pressed a kiss to your clit, tongue wiggling as he licked it over.
“Y/n, baby… You taste so good… So perfect…” He murmured, continuing to work at your sensitive core.
Tossing your head back, you felt your back arch, a soft moan escaping your lips. You drew in a shaky breath as he continued to kitten-lick at your clit, two fingers slipping their way inside of you-curling so perfectly and picking out a distinct rhythm. A soft whimper left between your slightly-parted lips as your breath picked up.
“Oh, s-shit, Mr. Miranda-” you cut yourself off with a moan as you felt another finger slip in, the man moving his face away as his fingers pumped faster, curling up into you as you squeezed your eyes shut, legs quivering.
“Sweetheart, y/n, look at me, look at me.” He cooed, your eyes fluttering into a half open haze as he worked his fingers as fast he could, “It’s Lin, babe. Wanna try that?” He whispered, the most devilish smirk on his face as you moaned his name, so close to your release.
Suddenly, you felt the absence of his fingers, watching him as he brought them to his lips, licking a long stripe up each one, sucking on each individual digit, tongue swirling. “Fucking wonderful.” He breathed, the sight before you nearly pushing you over the edge.

“Lin…” You breathed, feeling your exposed body quiver, watching his fingers slip away from his mouth, something about the scene being wonderfully intimate despite the circumstances.
“Yes?” He purred, those glimmering hazel eyes never straying from your face.
“You… You have a condom, right?” You asked nervously, sitting up slowly, somewhat shocked by your own words- in disbelief they really just escaped.
Lin seemed taken aback for a minute, his eyes losing the firey glow. “Y/n… Can you stand up for a minute, please?”
You obliged, hands nervously clasped in front of your skin, gaze meeting directly with his shiny black shoes.
“Um, could you look at me, please?” He breathed, sounding a bit shaky as he lifted his fingers to your jaw, helping tilt your head to look into his eyes.
“Y/n, I don’t want to pressure you into anything, really… Are you sure that’s what you want?” He questioned softly.
In reply, you pressed your lips to his for an instant, pulling back and nodding profusely.
“I want this more than anything.” You whispered, daring to smile a bit as he pulled you in once more, bare chests pressed together in the tender kiss, his lips moving slowly, caressing yours and bringing butterflies to your stomach.
“I’ll stop anytime you say, seriously.” He mumbled into your lips, fingers fumbling with his belt before he let the slacks drop, kicking them away along with his shoes and socks.
You let out a soft gasp, seeing the bulge in the man’s black briefs. Looking him over once before being pulled back into another kiss, you found this one more passionate than the last. Your fingers dared to caress the outline of his erection, palming him through the material as he moaned into your mouth- vibrations radiating throughout your body.
Soon enough, you let your hands venture to his waistband, slipping fingers beneath them and slipping the fabric off, still in a heavy kiss.
When you stepped away, you could see his erection fully, nearly slapping his stomach in anticipation, precum dripping from the tip in preparation.
“Can I… Um, taste?” You asked breathlessly, blushing softly as he nodded, watching you drop to your knees before him.
Wrapping your hand around his cock, you gave a few slow pumps, breath teasing his tip before you kitten-licked at the head, lapping up the salty precum, swallowing every last drop before taking him into your mouth.
One hand still working slowly, you slipped the sensitive head into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and pulling your lips taut as you sucked, feeling his strong fingers grip at your hair- his breath becoming heavy. Pulling back, you gave a final lick before smiling up at the man innocently.
“You taste amazing, sir.” You breathed, rising once more and balancing on your toes to reach up and press your lips to his once more, the kiss heated and exciting as his fingers looped in your now-somewhat-tangled hair once more, pulling your head back.
“Aw, sugar, you looked so hot sucking me off.” He moaned, teasing his bottom lip between his teeth. “Are you ready for this?”
Nodding yes, you leaned against the table, worrying your bottom lip as your watched Lin grab the small package from his pants pocket, ripping open the packaging and rolling on the protection- standing in front of you, fingers running softly over the skin on your sides, his breath warm as he grinned at you, seeing the small smile on your face.
“And you’re sure about this?” He asked once more, his face only inches from yours.
Running your fingers through the messy black hair you smiled, humming out a ‘positive’ and giving a small kiss to the tip of his nose- something that required the effort of standing on your tippy-toes, eliciting a sound akin to a giggle from the older man.
You made your way to sit on the table again, Lin’s grip preventing you from doing so, keeping you pressed against him in a wonderful kiss, his tongue perfectly teasing yours, your shared taste quickly becoming your new favorite flavor.
“I’d like to try something, if you don’t mind.” He panted, breaking the intense embrace you were in.
You watched as he sat on the table, inviting you up as you hovered above his lap, his arms around you tight as he left a trail of soft kisses all around your neck and collarbones, causing your heart to flutter softly.
“Are you ready?” He smirked, something so reassuring hiding behind the streaks of his eyes.
Nodding, you could feel him align himself with your slit, your hips dropping in order to help him along, letting out a strangled moan as you sank, feeling him fill you up completely, his arms still wrapped around you tight. You felt his hot breath on your skin, kisses planted on your chest.
Your head crashed to his shoulder while you adjusted, breathing deeply while you took him all in, moving and pressing a soft kiss to his jaw before sitting back upright.
Moving slowly, you rolled your hips up and down, feeling exactly how sensitive your insides were as you bounced, letting out a small whimper every now and then, feeling his nails dig into your back.
“Oh… Shit!” You squealed, feeling his hips snap up in time with your rolls, your eyes squeezing shut tightly.
Drawing your knees flush against his thighs, you moaned softly, gaining greater control over your movements, able to work faster, hips forming a steady rhythm. Your name escaped Lin’s lips in breathy moans, sending chills up your spine as he gripped at your hips, helping push you down onto his length.
“Damn, y/n, you feel so fucking good-” he panted, his pace increasing as his hips bounced up, throwing off your rhythm and bringing you a strange sense of pleasure, the sounds of your activity and your combined moans filled the room, like some sort of explicit symphony.
“Oh, shit, shit, shit, Mr. Lin- I can’t- I’m gonna cum.” You squealed, hips moving rapidly of their own accord as your eyes squeezed shut, head flying back as you groaned.
“Cum for me, Baby, I wanna feel you let go.” Lin groaned, leaning his head down to tease your breast with his teeth.
You felt yourself letting out a breathy moan in the form of your lover’s name as you came, nails raking the skin on his shoulders and upper arms.
He continued to rock up into you, your moans stifled as you sank your head into the crook of his neck, squealing softly as you felt your walls clench around his cock, his thrusts now working at your ultra-sensitive walls.
“Oh, fuck, Lin, you feel so good.” You panted, pressing kisses to the sweat-slicked skin on his neck.
Within an instant his hips had picked up pace, losing all rhythm as his nails dug into your hips, forcing you down- surely leaving marks as he finished, spilling into the condom, slowly rocking his hips up to ride out his high.
His arms slipped around your supple waist, your face still buried in his shoulder as he leaned back, falling into the cool surface of the lab table, eyes closed in pure bliss as he regained his composure, arms still wrapped about you as your chests pressed together, hot and somewhat sticky from sweat.
You slipped away from him, rolling over and collapsing at his side, feeling the cool air hit your skin as you sighed. Feeling Lin’s hand brush against yours at your side, you slipped your palm into his easily, twining your fingers together.
Feeling a smile creep across your face, you tilted your head to find a matching expression on your teacher.
“That was amazing.” You whispered, running your thumb along the skin of his hand, truly feeling the intimacy of the moment.
“You’re amazing.” He grinned, giving a tiny squeeze to your hand before tilting forward to give you a sweet kiss.
Soon enough the two of you had to get around, slipping off the table and putting yourselves back together, going so far as to knot Lin’s tie for him.
“Don’t worry about the test.” He smiled softly as your fingers moved to the charcoal fabric, looping it around his neck.
“No, it’s alright, I’ll take it.” You chuckled softly, smiling up into his beautiful brown eyes, feeling his fingers untangle and smooth your hair.
“Y/n…” He breathed, bringing you to attention as your eyes met his, “I really meant it… You’re amazing- and absolutely wonderful, and completely beautiful and just- I really like you.”
Feeling yourself blush, a small smile tugged at your lips, moving a hand to his shoulder.
“I find myself quite enamored with you, too, Lin.” You whispered, the two of you sharing one last tender kiss before the bell rang.

No one ever talks about abusive friendships so I'm going to and you better pay attention because this is important

People know all about abusive relationships- how to spot the signs, how to leave, etc. But no one ever talks about abusive friendships, which can be just as damaging and often is. It’s also a more dangerous trap because people don’t even realize that they’re actually being abused by their friends

I’m writing this post based off of my own experiences and what I’ve seen in others’. Feel free to add anything you might find relevant upon reblogging, because you could seriously help someone. 

The vast majority of my ‘friendships’ have been abusive to me (as much as I hate to admit that), and it’s a horrible experience that I never want anyone else to live through.

I just want to add the things one should look for so no one else has to deal with the same bullshit I always did:

  • You’d rather be by yourself than hang out with that person (NOT the same feeling as being drained because you’re an introvert- you just really don’t want to hang out with that person specifically)
  • You have to always be on guard and watch what you say because your friend might bitch you out or get irrationally angry
  • He/she/zhe insults you and tries to pass it off as “I’m just saying…” or “I’m just trying to help you”
  • Seeing their name on your caller I.D. puts the fear of God in you because you’re not sure whether they’ll be kind or ready to tear at you for some unknown reason when you pick it up.
  • You’re always there when they have problems, but when it comes down to YOUR problems they brush them off as unimportant, give shitty, half-asses advice (when it’s easy to tell they just don’t care), or turn it around to make it about them and effectively have a “my problems are more important than yours so shut up” moment
  • They insult the things you find joy in (yes, this includes fandoms) but heaven forbid you show any distain for something they like, even if you only respectfully disagree- you MUST like what they like OR ELSE YOU’RE STUPID!
  • They tell other people your secrets or tell other people your worst personality traits and basically talk smack about you. Which prevents others from wanting to be your friend.
  • They ask for your advice/opinion and then get mad when you give it
  • They insult your family for really insignificant reasons or for no reason at all (I’m not even kidding guys. It can get out of hand. I had a friend who constantly insulting my parents and my brother and even said my mother couldn’t cook worth shit. Rude.) 
  • Say you are unable to do things because they “know you” and use that as an excuse to say you can’t do something you want to do. “You can’t do that, you’re too short LOL” yeah fuck you too asshole
  • You’re afraid that if you end the friendship they will go into Bitch Mode and tell all your darkest secrets and talk crap about you to everyone.
  • You have reason to believe that their Bitch Face is actually their True Face
  • They can’t seem to find anything to talk about except talking crap about other people and expecting you to agree with them (my 'best friend’ insulted another friend of mine, who I had ASKED OUT ONCE and was quite fond of, and got mad at me when I said anything in her defense.) 
  • The previous point leads me to the one where they insult your other friends. 
  • THEY ALWAYS TRY TO PIN THEIR PROBLEMS ON YOU EVEN IF YOU HAD ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH IT. Usually this happens after they ask for your “advice” and then blame you for everything later or make another problem out of YOUR OPINION.
  • They consistently use the wrong pronouns (if you’re trans*- and this doesn’t include times when they have to use the wrong pronouns because of safety reasons for you) or out you (as LGBTQA+) at inappropriate times, and then get angry when you call them out on it- “but it’s obvious you’re gay anyway, so why does it matter?” “It’s too hard to use the right pronouns! Just deal with it!” (even though they’ve known what the correct pronouns are for MONTHS and after constant reminders)
  • And lastly if something feels off to you or you just feel upset or off-put by your 'friend’ (or GROUP OF FRIENDS in some cases) It’s a toxic friendship and it’s NOT good for you!

If you feel you’re in a toxic friendship, end it. Right now. It may hurt, the other person may throw a hissy fit and try so say YOU’RE the bad friend (you’re not!), you might not want to hurt the person’s feelings (which you shouldn’t worry too much about because they didn’t really care about your feelings, now did they?). Just end it, and don’t look back, even if you’re left completely friendless.

Being friendless is by far much healthier for you than staying with a group of toxic friends who put you down and make you feel like shit. I know that sound convoluted but it’s absolutely true.

And remember that it’s not the end of the world and that you WILL find new friends- hopefully ones who are decent human beings and you’ll have a real friendship waiting for you.

Don’t continue to just live with it. Do something about it and in the long run you will be much happier, trust me. If in reading this list you were heavily reminded of a 'friend’ I’d suggest looking at the friendship again- it’s probably toxic, and not the Brittany Spears kind.

anonymous asked:

Why do you love Nesta so much?

How do I even answer this without going on a full on rant about Nesta?

Okay, so first of all, I get why some people don’t like Nesta and in my opinion a lot of that is because Nesta’s character is all about actions and not words and you have to read between the lines to truly understand her. She’s mean and hateful, especially when we first meet her but, the thing is, she has every reason to be. She doesn’t have to step up and be the hero and take care of the family after what happened with her parents just because she’s the oldest. She’s just as affected as everyone else and being hateful is her coping mechanism. No one ever says anything about Elain, but her mechanism was to simply ignore everything that was going on and she didn’t help Feyre any more than Nesta did. But Nesta grew so much from who she was when we first met her and if you look at Nesta as a character there are so many clues that point to the fact that the version we first saw of her was not exactly an accurate representation. 

Keep in mind that almost everything we know about Nesta so far is filtered through Feyre’s lens, and Feyre tends to be quite biased. Nesta wasn’t affected by Tamlin’s charm and she never forgot Feyre and she went alone through the woods possibly for the first time in her life to get to the wall and find Feyre (!!!). That’s such an important moment and Feyre barely acknowledges it. Even more than that, she tells Feyre that the reason she ended things with Tomas was because she realised he wouldn’t have gone to the wall to help save Feyre. Again, that is such an important moment. EVERYTHING about Nesta’s character is about what she does, not what she says. So when she confesses something, you can bet the feelings that made her express that sentiment are A LOT STRONGER than you can imagine. Even so, there are so many moments when she says things that reveal her true character. The moment in ACOMAF when she begs the Queens to help them and the servants, and admits she made the calculations (which shows how worried about the war she really was), in ACOWAR when she admits she knows what Feyre meant about the fae food, when she says she’s going to go and speak to the High Lords because she doesn’t want to be remembered as a coward, when she tells everyone that had it not been for Feyre, her and Elain would have starved - all these moments which apparently seem like nothing, and which Feyre brushes off instantly, are SO IMPORTANT. They show so much about who Nesta really is. And that’s only what she says directly which as I’ve said is extremely rare and a lot more meaningful than most people imagine. 

There are so many other things she does that show how much she really cares. The most important thing about Nesta is that she’s all about the actions and not the words. And I get that some people are not satisfied with that and want a full on apology which is okay, some people think that if you don’t say the words too, your sentiments are not genuine. But I relate to that side of Nesta so bad and it’s 100% clear to me that everything she’s done is a lot more meaningful than saying ‘I’m sorry’ ever will be, and it’s her way of making amends.

But apart from all that, which I believe is the main thing that hinders people from truly grasping Nesta’s character, she’s got so many amazing traits which are praised in some characters (especially male characters but that’s a rant for another day) but people hate her for them. She’s unapologetic about who she is and what she stands for and she’s proud, she’s angry, she’s hard and cold and ‘unlikeable’ and so many people give her shit for it when they praise Aelin, for example, for those same characteristics. She is a flawed character which makes her so real and interesting and somehow people seem unable to look past her mistakes. She’s been thrown into this new world, she’s been made into a fae which consequently means she’s lost a big part of her sense of self and she has to live with beings she’s been taught all her life to hate. Her reactions to all this are so genuine and real. And if you look back to ACOTAR, Feyre reacted the same at first. 

I could rant about this forever and I haven’t even gone into Wings and Embers which is the one bit where we get to see Nesta from Nesta’s perspective but the bottom line is that Nesta’s character is so misinterpreted. I personally want to read more about characters who are flawed and make mistakes, and feel guilty for them and learn and grow and make other mistakes and I want to read more about unapologetic, ‘unlikeable’ female characters who are not all sunshine and rainbows and pretty smiles. 

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yes hello my name is Nick and i rewatched this scene 176 times and i cannot HANDLE how their relationship progressed in this show i am such a wreck im going to write an essay on this scene so hold on folks

ok so first of all Yumi has always admired Sachiko. From day 1 she was in love with this woman because of what she saw on the outside; a beautiful, gracious perfect woman, daughter of a rich family who everyone knows. Rosa Chinesis, the perfect student. Then they become Sisters and Yumi gets to know the real Sachiko

and the real Sachiko Ogasawara is a fucking pain in the ass

i mean holy fucking shit this girl made me so mad so many times, her mood swings are the worst, she scolds Yumi for stupid things, she gets frustrated over small details and lashes out unecessarily, and when Yumi wants a bit of attention she just brushes her off for something else. GOD SACHIKO MADE ME SO FRUSTRATED

but… Yumi never gave up. She never once held a grudge against Sachiko. Sure, she had that breakdown when she thought Touko was stealing Sachiko from her, but that was because Sachiko was acting weird. She was colder than usual, more distant, and Yumi noticed the small details because she came to know Sachiko.

but after they made up, their relationship changed. and this show made such a good job of changing it slowly and almost imperceptibly, that I didn’t even notice until SEASON 3. IT TOOK ME THIS SCENE TO REALIZE THAT YUMI GOT SO USED TO SACHIKO ,THAT SHE LEARNED HOW TO HANDLE HER. AND SACHIKO WAS THE ONE WHO PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE WITH THIS INFORMATION, WHEN SHE SAYS THE WORDS “How did you become so good at handling me?”

AND YUMI DIDN’T EVEN REALIZE THAT. I DIDN’T EVEN REALIZE THAT. BUT SACHIKO DID, BECAUSE SHE KNOWS HOW FRUSTRATING SHE CAN BE. SHE RECOGNIZED HER OWN FLAWS AND THANKED YUMI FOR NOT GIVING UP ON HER, AND YUMI WAS SO CONFUSED BECAUSE THE THOUGHT OF GIVING UP ON SACHIKO? NEVER ONCE CROSSED HER MIND. EVER. 

anyway what i’m saying is, the fact that Yumi loves Sachiko so much and learned how to handle made the viewers learn how to love Sachiko and handle her.

This is one of the most well-written relationships i’ve ever seen im so weak for them goodbye

Thoughts on Empathy and Pain

I wonder what aliens would think of extreme cases of empathy specifically empathetic pain. I experience it and it is extreme. I’ve passed out unconscious from an injury that someone was talking about in a story. I can’t watch or listen to a lot of different things because I’ll experience physical pain that someone else is experiencing. Would aliens think I have some kind of psychic link? Would they think that I’m not human because so few humans experience what I do or feel what I do? I’m not sure but you know what I think would confuse them more? This empathy is very limited.

I feel the pain of other people but only in the right situations, and with the right things to set it off. Dead bodies are fine, but a dying person not so much. If someone trips I’m fine but if someone falls down a flight of stairs I’ll immediately start feeling pain. I saw someone break their arm on a ski slope and while they were shocked but not overtly showing pain, I had to hold back a scream of agony. On top of all of this I often brush off my own pain and injuries as if they were nothing, but if I watched someone else experience the same thing I could be in tears. 

Most people I meet struggle to understand my empathic pain reactions, and most of the time it just freaks them out and they don’t want to know more. So I think aliens would try to understand but it would just fall under the category weird and miscellaneous in Understand Humans book. 

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Kang Daniel | Soulmate!AU | Taste

Originally posted by kngniel

prompt: when you aren’t eating anything, you taste whatever your soulmate tastes.

note: this was inspired by me actually waking up to the taste of toothpaste and gummy worms lmao.

  • even though you could only taste what your soulmate is eating when you aren’t eating, you lived a relatively normal life - the two of you seemed to eat meals around the same times
  • but when you were a kid, you remember trying to eat chocolate to compete with the taste of gummy snacks
  • then you would just taste more and more fruity things so you always ended up giving up
  • also when you were a kid, you’d go around asking the boys in your classes if they were your soulmate every time you saw them eat gummy worms or fruit snacks
  • you’d grab their snacks away from them and eat chips or something, asking if they tasted it, too lol
  • but you were left disappointed every time so you swore to stop doing that because you were left with a really big pile of sweets lmao
  • eventually you went off to high school, which was fun but in the case of finding your soulmate…uneventful
  • you started to pick up on his eating patterns
  • you knew he was celebrating whenever you tasted beef and you noticed that he ate a lot of it because the taste remained in your mouth for a long time
  • you also tasted instant ramyeon too much - you’d scold him for that when you met him
  • you hoped your soulmate had a tolerance for a lot of different tastes because those were your favorite things to snack on and he was stuck with those tastes
  • sometimes you woke up to the taste of toothpaste and gummy worms, wondering how the heck that combination of tastes came to be
  • in your last year of high school, a student from Busan transferred into your grade
  • but he was in a different class so you never thought to pay much mind to him
  • until one day in the cafeteria, you were eating your homepacked lunch that your mom made for you because you got a good grade on your last exam
  • so you were eating your own special little bento while everyone else around you was stuck with cafeteria food bwaHAHAHA
  • you were humming happily while your friends scowled at you in jealousy
  • of course you were too ecstatic to care, popping more food into your mouth
  • then bam, a really big burst of garlic flavor was all you could taste
  • you took a bottle of water hurriedly to drown it out when you heard someone gag and grunt near you
  • you turned around to see the new student from Busan about to sit at his table with his lunch tray in hand
  • he was making a miserable face and his friends were looking at him like he was crazy
  • “my soulmate must have eaten a lot of garlic just now, gah”
  • you were a bit shook - what were the chances of his soulmate eating garlic at the same time you did???
  • but you didn’t want to seem crazy like before so you finished your lunch quickly, keeping your eye on Busan boy for the rest of the period
  • you also stopped eating so you would be able to taste whatever he was eating just in case it was really him
  • eventually, he finished and turned to his friends with a happy grin, taking out a whole bunch of packets of food
  • “ya, stop eating so many sweet things”
  • looks like he befriended the motherly jisung
  • you were even more shook to see that they were all gummy snacks, so you intently continued to watch him
  • he ignored his friend and opened the packets happily, eating them without a care in the world
  • that’s when it hit you
  • a citrusy taste as he ate the egg-looking gummy snack
  • that confirmed it for you, so you decided to walk up to his table and introduce yourself
  • he was really flustered by your sudden appearance but smiled at you brightly nevertheless
  • his bright-as-the-sun smile sent all your confidence to the gutter as you started to sputter out how you used to steal boys’ snacks to see if they were your soulmate
  • to be honest, he wasn’t really listening - he was too amazed at how stunning you looked
  • “wow, pretty”
  • he kinda muttered that too loudly
  • that shut you up and you asked him to repeat himself, earning snickers from his friends
  • “ah, uh, i just said you’re really pretty”
  • wow, if this was really your soulmate, you really scored
  • so to prove it, you took away Daniel’s gummy snacks (“hey, wait…!”) and took one of his friend’s bag of chips quickly
  • it was jaehwan’s bag of chips btw - he whined to minhyun lmao
  • you took out a few chips and shoved them into your mouth, leaving daniel to gasp
  • 1) at your unabashedness & 2) at the fact that he could taste the chips
  • “do you taste them?”
  • he nodded, still in shock
  • “oh thank goodness, this would’ve been so awkward if you weren’t my soulmate”
  • and that seemed to get him out of his daze
  • “wow, you’re my soulmate! i’m daniel!”
  • you guys became the cutest couple and formed a best friendship that could rival ongniel
  • you also scolded him for everything you promised yourself you would
  • “all those gummy worms??? we were like four years old???”
  • “listen…”
  • “and don’t get me started on all that instant ramyeon!!!”
  • that didn’t stop him though and at times, you’d taste instant ramyeon at literally 8 in the morning so you’d call him screaming to eat healthier
  • but food trip dates were so fun!!!
  • sometimes when you guys would go on dates, you’d eat whatever each other was allergic to so the other could experience it, too 
  • daniel wondered what a certain taste was, and you told him it was shrimp - through you, he could taste seafood all he wanted to
  • but this soulmate connection wasn’t good for surprises
  • you were baking him a cake once the night before his birthday, and you licked the batter off a spoon
  • you bet he tasted that
  • so when you went to give him the cake the next day, he already expected it, wiggling his eyebrows
  • you’d have to be more careful next time
  • daniel eventually told you that the first thing he’d do in the morning after brushing his teeth would be to eat gummy worms or some other kind of gummy candy
  • you wondered how he didn’t have cavities
  • in conclusion, one of the best things in the world (food) brought you to the best thing in your world (kang daniel)
  • bonus: your parents showed him pictures of you smiling sheepishly with all the candy you collected in elementary school
The Wooden Bead - Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request - “Hello can I request a very tomboy and boyish reader x Jeff?”

(I’m English so i don’t know if this will be any kind of inaccurate, I’ve struggled with using ‘soccer’ here instead of ‘football’, sorry if there are any mishaps. Also I hope this is kind of what you envisioned!)


“PARSONS, OVER HERE! PARSONS I’M OPEN GODDAMMIT!” You screamed at your teammate, who was refusing to pass you the ball.
“DON’T FUCKING PASS IT TO KING! Oh, you fucking did it. Idiot.” You spoke more to yourself.

—–

“What the hell, Parsons? You saw I was free but you blatantly ignored me?” You confronted the stocky girl in front of you. Although much smaller than her, you packed a mean punch and would be happy to show anyone what happens when they cross you. You weren’t really into stereotypically ‘girly’ things, you were more boyish in your mannerisms, look, and activities, but stereotypes in general pissed you off, despite the fact you probably fit quite well into the tomboy category.

“Sorry, I just didn’t feel like passing to you, L/N.” she brushed you off. You scoffed. She was unbelievable.

“You knew I was your best bet. I can’t believe you lost that for us.” You shook your head.

“It’s not my fault you can’t play soccer, L/N. there’s no hiding Coach’s charity case this year.” Romelda Parsons spat. There was no such thing as Coach letting on a charity case each year, she was just trying to intimidate you. The snooty brunette girl had been jealous ever since you’d joined the team, purely because you were so much better than her - maybe the best on the team, and coach paid far more attention to you than to her.

You were ready to show her.
“You little-” an arm eased you back, and another was put up to Parsons face.

“Easy, easy.” A smooth, calm voice interrupted your angry thoughts and soothed your boiling blood.

“Fuck off, Atkins.” Parsons gritted her teeth at the well-built honey-skinned boy holding you back.

“PARSONS! Over here now please!” Coach beckoned Romelda, and she almost snarled her teeth before walking off to talk to him.

The boy in front of you turned to face you. His blue eyes smiled at you while his lips did the same. He was wearing baseball gear, which fitted his muscles snugly. There was no denying the fact that he was insanely attractive.

You’d seen this boy around lots.

Jeff Atkins.

Loved by everyone, baseball player, popular, and you thought; way out of your league.

“You okay?” He asked with concern laced in his eyes.

“I can fight my own battles, thanks.” You muttered slightly, but stared him down nonetheless, you couldn’t let him know he phased you.

“That’s what I was worried about,” he chuckled. “1. You absolutely wreck Romelda, 2. Coach sees, 3. You get in trouble, 4. Maybe get a suspension, 5. I don’t see you playing soccer.” He smirked before continuing, “I can tell you pack a mean punch in there, Romelda wouldn’t stand a chance.”

You pretend to ignore everything he was saying, but really you were drinking in every detail.

“I know she wouldn’t.” You said defiantly.

You paused while you watched the way he grinned at your words and scratched his chin.

“I didn’t think Baseball practice was now?” You mused.

“It’s not.”

So, what was he doing nosing in your business anyhow?

“Why are you here?” You crossed your arms, your team had dissipated back to the changing rooms by now, and it was just you and Jeff on the field.

“I like to watch the girls soccer.”

“You perv!”

“Not like that! It’s just, you’re an awesome player and I hold great admiration for you, watching you play fuels me to play my own game.” He explained.

“Don’t be silly.” You scoffed.

“No, it sounds silly, but it isn’t. There’s something so clear about your passion that just makes me want to live my life.” He smirked, noticing your expression. “Don’t laugh at me, L/N.”

He knew your name??? He was just a boy from school, a boy way out of your league, who you’d never imagined knew of your existence. But instead, he was a boy who watched every soccer practice, complimented your play, and knew your name. You had to play it cool.

“I’ll keep a straight face, Atkins.”

“I should be off, we’ll be practicing soon and I wanna get a few hits in myself before the team comes, but thanks for entertaining me.” He started off, and you felt a pang of disappointment as he turned his back to you.

“Oh, and Y/N? That goal was incredible. Best thing I’ve seen in days.”

—-

It had been a few days since Jeff Atkins had saved your arch nemesis’ life, and incidentally pervaded into your life. He smiled at you in the corridors now, and you could’ve sworn he even winked once. On Tuesday, after a few judgemental comments about your clothing, you found a note in your locker;

You always look awesome Y/N. In fact, i might have to steal some clothes sometime. -J

Which you could only assume was from the man himself. On Thursday, Atkins slipped you the last chocolate muffin in the cafeteria. And on Friday, you had practice again.

Your play was slacking, your usual fire was off and you were distracted.

“L/N- pay attention! Ball coming your way!” Jess warned. You kicked your foot out just in time, but the hit was poor. You continually looked up at the bleachers, hoping to see Jeff watching you, but to no luck. His no show disappointed you.

—-

“What is wrong with you today, Y/N?” Jess caught you up after practice. She was clearly concerned.

“I don’t know, Jess, I guess today isn’t my day.” You sighed.

“You drop your lucky charm or something?”

“Something like that.”

The team left for the changing rooms and you slumped on the bottom row of the bleachers.

“So a lucky charm, huh?” You immediately knew the voice coming from above you. You turned and saw Jeff coming down the steps.

“I don’t have one.” You were blunt, you needed to remind yourself not to get feelings for a boy so out of your league.

“Maybe you should get one, you looked in need of one.” He slumped down next to you.

“Thanks, I appreciate the compliment.” The sarcasm dripped from your tongue.

“Not because you played badly by any means, but because you looked a little lost out there today.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, my brain doesn’t appear to be working recently.”

Jeff dropped a wooden bead in your hand. It was nothing special, simple, wooden, spherical, with a hole in the middle. A plain wooden bead.

“Uh, thanks?” There was question in your voice.
He chuckled.

“It’s your new lucky charm. Don’t lose it, I promise it’ll help you win the match next week.” Sincerity coated his words and his eyes bore into yours, with a jokey overtone.

“I will keep it close. But I might wash it first, if you found it on the floor.” Of course, you didn’t really care where it had been, and you wouldn’t really wash it, but you were curious as to where it had appeared from.

“Don’t worry, it wasn’t on the floor.” He chuckled again, and started to stand. “I’ll see you around, L/N. Keep an eye out for me at the match.” He winked before walking off.

—–

You squeezed the bead tightly before placing it back in your gym bag. The game was starting, and you were not ready.

Obviously, all your nerves went out the window after your third goal of the match, at only 20 minutes in.

You won, which was no surprise to everyone, except you. You spotted Jeff making his way down the stairs and ran up to meet him.

“You were right! I can’t believe it worked!” You shone like the sun from happiness.

“I hate to say I told you so.” His eyes sparkled at you.

“It’s insane, you’re magic!” You mocked, feigning shock.

“What can I say?”

You smiled at each other for a moment, basking in your happiness.

“Actually, can I admit something embarrassing?” His tone turned awkward.

“You’re not magic?” You joked. He laughed.

“No, um, actually I was really nervous to talk to you. Seeing Romelda and you at each other’s throats the other weeks sent me into immediate rescue mode, (not that you need rescuing), and I didn’t realise until the adrenaline had worn off that I’d actually ended up speaking to you, but by that point I was too far in my rescue.”

You laughed at the idea of Jeff Atkins being scared to talk to you.

“You’re just so cool. You don’t care what anyone thinks, you’re passionate, you’re an amazing player, I love your style, not to mention how smart and gorgeous you are.”
“What I admire most is honestly, how badass you are.”

You blushed, taking compliments was a struggle.

“Jeff stop messing, it’s not funny.” You rolled your eyes playfully.

“I’d never- this is the most embarrassing part-” he took a deep breath, “I sorta like you.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Jeff Atkins? Likes you?

“You do?” Was all you could think to respond with.

“Yes.” He breathed, and moved closer to you.

“Is this-” he asked as he leaned in toward your face and cupped his hand on your cheek. You nodded forcibly in consent, before he pushed his lips onto yours.

After a while, and with regret, you broke off.

“But- you’re so out of my league.” You breathed, doubting yourself.

“I play baseball, Y/N, leagues are my thing.”

——
——

“Jeff! Please tell me you sent out the invites on your way home!” You screamed downstairs at your boyfriend.

“Of course I did!” He shouted back up.

You threw various wedding catalogues off the bed to reach the top you’d been looking for, before throwing it on.

“You ready babe?” Jeff yelled at you.

“Just coming!” You yelled back, before pulling out from under your top, a string, with a plain wooden bead on it.

Competitive Boyfriends Tony and Justin

Request: Headcanon for Justin and Tony competing to see who treats their boyfriend better {Alex for Justin and Clay for Tony} Pretty please!

 

A/N: I live for competitive boyfriends Tony and Justin! Thanks for the request! Hope you like it :)

 

Warnings: Competitiveness.

 

Competitive Boyfriends Tony and Justin…

  • So Alex and Clay get a partner assignment in one of their class

  • And although they never reach the point of best friends, they do become quite close and like to hangout
  • The only problem they have is that their boyfriends have this weird rivalry thing going on

  • Justin always feels the need to one-up Tony, and once he starts, Tony is competitive right back at him
  • They’ll compete over anything- who can eat or drink the fastest, who can drive better, who’s better at a certain sport, who is more of a teachers pet, most commonly though they compete over who’s a better boyfriend

  • Clay and Alex both think it’s incredibly stupid, but they’ve both admitted to each other that a tiny tiny part of them does like watching their boyfriend show them off
  • When they’re all sharing a table at Monet’s they silently see who can be more cuddly with their boyfriend

  • Cue all the hands on legs, arms over shoulders, head buried in boyfriends neck etc.
  • It becomes such a common thing that Alex and Clay don’t even acknowledge it, they just continue talking to each other and let their boyfriends face off on their own ground

  • Tony will spend a heap of time talking about his car, and Justin will counter that with talk of his basketball- the things they’re best at in life
  • And then they’ll show off in front of Skye when she takes their orders. They’ll order the most romantic things on the menu and order way more than they need

  • Then they’ll compete over who can kiss their boyfriends the most times, which usually results in Clay and Alex gently brushing them off and sending each other ‘we’re dating children’ looks
  • Justin and Tony have even found themselves in a scissors, paper, rock war before

  • Tony will pull out Clay’s chair for him, so Justin will push Alex’s in. Tony holds Clays hand when they talk, Justin will wrap his arm around Alex
  • When they eat, Clay and Alex literally have to sit back and hope nothing bad happens. Tony will set out Clay’s cutlery all nice, and Justin will put a serviette on Alex’s lap. And then they’ll share their food to each other

  • And both Justin and Tony always brag about how much their boyfriends parents love them
  • And then it’ll always end in a mild argument over something stupid, and they’re snapping at each other across the table

  • Meanwhile Alex and Clay will try saying literally everything to get their attention back
  • “But I’m still better, Foley”

  • “You wish, Padilla”
  • “You know, Alex, maybe we should just run off with together”

  • “Jensen, I thought you’d never ask”
  • “Fine if you think you can beat me, Foley, let’s do this”

  • Alex and Clay will just smile at how invested their boyfriends are in their mini feud and break them up, until they catch up again a week later


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anonymous asked:

Pls can you write anything with a jealous Nico? So like he's being a bit more touchy and grumpily affectionate with Will all day for some reason until Will realises why and he's like omG cUtE gRuMpY jealOuS bOyf

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It’s not as if Nico is jealous, per say.

…Okay, so he’s a little jealous. But that’s fine! It’s not like he’s about to throw a fit over it. Or break into the Apollo cabin while they’re all out having breakfast to ensure that Will isn’t getting up to any shenanigans behind his back. It’s not as if he even feels threatened in any way - Will loves him, and he loves Will, and he trusts him.

But this new girl, hanging around Will all the time? Blushing every time he so much as says hello and thanking him every day for bandaging her wrist when she was first brought to Camp Half-Blood a few days ago, a shiny new addition to the Athena cabin?

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Seventeen: Flirting

S.Coups: pretty obvious in his flirting. Will do cute things like buy you coffee, give you his jacket when you’re cold, or try to initiate skinship as possible. It’s so obvious that everyone teases you for it. And he blushes and smiles, not even denying any of their accusations.

Originally posted by jihooon

Jeonghan: subtle most of the time unless he’s trying to make you blush. He might pack your lunch or tuck away stray strands of your hair but while his actions are sweet, they’re not overly obvious. What make his crush clear is the gentle way he looks at you or how if the boys point out that “Why are you acting so nice to Y/N?” He’ll reply, “How could I not be nice to someone so lovely?” to make you blush.

Originally posted by visual-17

Joshua: Can be too shy sometimes to even look at you but if he’s feeling brave, he does sweet things like offer to make you tea or pick you up a treat when he’s going to the shop. Skinship is accidentally brushing shoulders with you and blushing furiously.

Originally posted by visual-17

Jun: His flirting is pretty obvious but cute. Likes to show off around you or flex then ask you to squeeze his arm. Will also compliment you as if you were an exquisite creature he’s never seen before: “Wow, your eyes! I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life!”

Originally posted by hanwooz

Hoshi: So soft and fond of you. Often cuddles up to you or pats your head and praises everything you do. His affection is hard to read as he’s like that with all his close friends. So you might not immediately pick up on his flirtation.

Originally posted by wonnhao

Wonwoo: Mostly was just overly kind and thoughtful. If you mention loving a certain book, he’ll read it asap then talk about it to you. The same goes for a movie or tv show or CD. Sometimes ups the flirting by sitting really close or winking when you look at him

Originally posted by hanwooz

Woozi: Let’s you do things he won’t let the boys do, like cuddle or tease him. Is also super sweet to you, trying his hardest to portray a good image of himself when you’re around. Shyly compliments you sometimes, but mainly just keeps those thoughts to himself.

Originally posted by woozioppa

DK: Says the cheesiest things and will act like such a dork, only wanting to see your smile. However, that’s him always so the flirting is hard to pick up on mostly. When he’s alone with you, however, his flirting is more noticeable. He’ll do things like playing with your fingers and staring into your eyes.

Originally posted by 12fools

Mingyu: Cooks things for you often. Shares his food and feeds you with his fork. Also compliments everything you do like “Oh, your clothes match! Good job! You’re so great at things! :)”

Originally posted by mc-gyu

The8: Flirts but in a way that’s hard to read. Like, if you’re cold he’ll throw his jacket on you and say “You’re so stupid! How could you walk around in the cold with no jacket?” He’s aggressive with his affection too, ruffling your hair and annoying you as much as possible.

Originally posted by mountean

Seungkwan: Will take every opportunity to compliment or praise you. “aegyo? do you know who’s good at that? y/n” “oh, breathing? yeah y/n’s great at it!” “walking? have you seen how coolly y/n walks?” He’s open about his admiration but too shy to even shake your hand so most of his flirting is through words.

Originally posted by withjunhui

Vernon: Spends his few dollars on you every so often, like for your birthday. Let’s you win in video games and laughs a lil too loud at your jokes. Might bravely fist bump you but that’s as far as skinship will go

Originally posted by wonnhao

Dino: lol flirting? what is that? while the boys pick on his longing glances, he never actually makes a move on you.

“Do you want big brother Jun to show you? You flirt like this,” Jun jokes, trying to plant a kiss on Chan’s neck.

He frowns, evading the puckered lips. “I want a date, not to be slapped!”

Originally posted by hanwooz

You surprise them on tour - Got7

Jackson:

Jackson would be very upset that you couldn’t make it to their show in Japan all because your boss wouldn’t give you the days off. You talked to Mark and JB about surprising Jackson before their concert, they were all on board with the plan and helped sneak you into the venue while the other guys worked on distracting Jackson. Jackson was fidgeting with his phone when he heard your melodic voice.

“Y/n! Oh my god! What are you doing here?” Jackson screamed in delight and ran up to you hugging you tightly.

His arms wrapped around your waist as he lifted you off the ground and spun in circles. Once he put you down he pulled you even closer to his body and kissed your lips passionately. You pulled away first and hugged him again.

“You have to thank Mark and Jaebum for this one babe.” You smirk at him and he hugs his boys tightly, thankful to have such amazing friends.

Originally posted by ashirley246


Jaebum:

Mark and his girlfriend cuddled on the couch in the makeup room while Bambam gushed on and on about this girl he’s been dating for a while. Jaebum tried to turn up the volume on his music to drown out the love birds but nothing seemed to help keep his mind off missing you. With a loud groan, he stood up and walked outside to call you. He left so quickly that he missed the sly grins on his band mates faces. As he walked outside he saw you standing there with his favorite candy and a balloon. His eyes started to well up as he walked up to you, clearly not believing the sight in front of him.

“Baby, Y/n, I was just about to call you!” JB say as he hugs your waist, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“I’ve missed you so much JB.” He hears you say, he hugs you even tighter which seemed impossible.

“I love you, this was a great surprise babe.”

Originally posted by daefsoul


Jinyoung:

“Hey hyung we were about to go out, wanna come?” Bambam claps his elder on the back and Jinyoung shakes his head no.

“Why not? It’ll be fun!” Bambam tilts his head to the side questioningly and Jinyoung waves him off.

“Well, the invitation stands if you change your mind.” Bambam continues before walking out with the rest of his band mates.

Jinyoung stares at his phone screen, eager for it to ring in case you decide to call or text. He knows being on the other side of the world makes it difficult for you guys to talk often but normally you respond at this time. He looks around the hotel room, trying to find something that could possibly take his mind off the clock ticking on the wall. He throws his head back on the couch with a sigh and as if on cue, his phone rings.

“Y/n!?” Jinyoung answers the phone without looking at the contact and is disappointed hearing Jacksons voice.

“No, Jackson. You miss her that bad?” Jackson lightly chuckles on the other line and Jinyoung rolls his eyes.

“What do you want Jackson?” He snaps and instantly apologizes to his hyung. “Sorry, this is normally the time Y/n and I can talk.”

“I understand, I was gonna ask if you’ve looked outside the door in a while. I ordered a few extra things for us and I was curious if they showed up yet.” Jackson says and he gets up from the couch.

As Jinyoung opens the door his eyes fall on you, standing there with the cutest smile he’s ever seen.

“I gotta go Jackson, I have a feeling you know why.” Jinyoung hangs up the phone and drags you inside quickly.

His hands instantly find the sides of your face and bring you in for a sweet, longing kiss. You both pull away, both chests heaving for air.

“Surprise.” You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him in for one of many more kisses.

Originally posted by markjin


Mark:

Mark was very distraught at the thought of not being with you for your 3 year anniversary of being together. Mark apologized profusely and promised to make it up to you when he got home from tour. However, his mind was clearly not on practicing tonight’s dances.

“Hyung, why don’t you get some water.” Yugyeom suggests and Mark nods, leaving the room to go to the water cooler.

As he stood filling a paper cup up with cold water, he nearly dropped it hearing his name.

“Markie?” Your voice almost whispers and you’ve never seen him turn around quicker.

“Baby girl? No way!” Mark lifts you into his arms and your legs instinctually wrap around his waist.

“Happy anniversary!” You say into his ear and kiss his cheek.

“Happy anniversary baby, I’m sorry I don’t have any gifts but you are an amazing present.” Mark kisses your lips tenderly as wild whistles break out across the room from the guys watching in the doorway.

Originally posted by ceohan

Yugyeom:

Yugyeom attempted face timing you for the one millionth time today it felt. Every time you wouldn’t answer, he assumed you were busy and always tried again later. When you finally answered his mood improved immensely just seeing your beautiful face.

“Hello gorgeous, what have you been doing today?” Yugyeom asks you.

“Hi oppa, I’ve been very busy I’m sorry for not talking much.”

“It’s okay, I’m glad to finally see you. I miss you like crazy, they are starting to make fun of me.” He adds a laugh at the end making you smile as well.

“I miss you too oppa, we’ll see each other soon. I have to go now I’m sorry, I love you.” You blow him a kiss and hang up.

Although he’s disappointed to see you gone so soon he happy you two got to talk at all. He straightens up on the couch when the other 5 members come walking in.

“Ah what a lazy bum, sitting here all day while the rest of us try to find Mark.” Jackson tsks at Yugyeom and his eyebrows furrow.

“Did you try calling him? I’ll go look for him if you really need me to.” Yugyeom stands after the boys tell him to go.

He roams the halls for a while before running- literally running into a girl who looked suspiciously like his girlfriend.

“Aish Yugyeom!” You voice holds fake anger as it dawns on him that it really is his girlfriend.

“Y/n! What are you doing here? I don’t ever care I’m just glad to have you in my arms.” He brings you in for a bone crushing hug before you could even get a breath out.

“Surprise oppa!” You lean back to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him.

Originally posted by pinkhoodiemark


Youngjae:

Youngjae would be blind if he hadn’t noticed how odd his band members were acting today. He just chalked it up to them being more than excited for tonight’s show, but now it’s getting out of hand.

“What is up with you guys?” Youngjae questioned his friends as they tried to pick out an outfit that was far too flashy for his taste.

“Nothing!” “Whaaaat?” “Hyung stop over thinking.” They all brushed off his concern and it only made it worse.

Youngjae shook his head but continued to go along with the ridiculousness that was happening.

Finally they headed to the venue for makeup and hair, everyone was still acting strange. Bambam kept fixing every little thing until they actually walked into the building. He noticed a girl sitting in his normal seat, he couldn’t quite see her face and hesitantly wakes up to her. When you turned around his face lit up and he turned around to his members who gave him thumbs up.

“Oh my god, Y/n.” You stand up from the chair and throw yourself at Youngjae.

He happily holds you in his arms but pulls back to kiss all over your face and finally your lips.

Originally posted by mkcyj


Bambam:

Bambam’s heart would ache knowing he couldn’t be with you on your birthday to spoil and shower you in affection. He knows you are home in Thailand while he is touring the United States with his band. He calls you as soon as he wakes up to wish you a happy birthday.

“Happy birthday baby.” Bambam says in a gravely morning voice, knowing your love for that sound.

“Thank you bambam, I miss you.” You say making a pouty face that he could practically hear over the phone.

“Don’t make that face, I’ll see you soon okay? I’ll make sure to spoil you times 10.” He smiles at the thought of buying you any and everything you want.

“Hey babe?” You ask and he hums in response. “Can you come open the door please, your girlfriend wants to cuddle.”

Bambam has never sprung out of a bed quicker than hearing those words come out of your mouth. He swung the door open revealing you with a small suitcase and a huge smile. You squealed as he ravaged your lips with loving and passionate kisses.

“Might wanna let the girl in before you do all that hyung.” Bambam hears Yugyeom say and flicks him off.

He dragged you into his room and cuddled with you for hours.

Originally posted by mauloveskpop

Many Faces, All of them Yours
An identity porn soap opera


This is Steve Rogers’ first secret. He sits at the back of the press conference, watching Mr. Stark field questions from reporters, telling them about the Avengers’ latest mission and how brave the team was. Steve sighs and props his chin up on his fist, thinking how lucky they are to have such a swell guy as Tony Stark looking out for them. He’s kind and he’s generous - he put the team up in his home, and he makes sure they have everything they need. And he’s handsome as well. So handsome. Dreamy, really.

Steve wishes Iron Man were here too, so he could see how well Mr. Stark is doing. He knows that it can’t be easy for Iron Man, working as Mr. Stark’s bodyguard, but Steve privately thinks that Iron Man is a bit harsh on his employer sometimes. But Iron Man had to leave right before the speech - urgent maintenance on the suit, he had said - so now it’s just Steve and the rest of the team, and Tony.

Steve is idly wondering what Tony likes to do in his free time - he probably doesn’t get much free time, in between running a successful company and coming up with incredible new designs and looking after the Avengers and all their gear. But he must eat some time, right? Maybe if Steve found the right way to ask, he might eat dinner with him one day? That sure would be nice.

Jan elbows him in the ribs, harder than strictly necessary. “Ask him out!” she whispers.

Steve goes red. “I… Uhh… I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Jan rolls her eyes. “I can practically see the hearts in your eyes when you look at him. I’ve known Tony a long time, and he’s a good guy. He’s dated both men and women, if that’s what you’re worried about. You should ask him out.”

“He has?” Steve feels a flutter of hope. “I mean. Uhh. I’ll think about it. Thanks, Jan.”


This is Steve Rogers’ second secret. He swings down from the roof, drop kicking one guy immediately. The guy goes down, and his partner whips his head round in panic. The partner is holding a large bag marked SWAG which he clutches protectively to his chest.

“Drop the bag!” Steve orders, and the guy visibly pales. “Those jewels belong in a museum, for everyone to enjoy. Not to be stolen and sold off by some villain!”

The guy looks around the alley, sees no backup and no way out. He drops the bag and holds his hands up. “Okay,” he pants. “Take the jewels. Just please don’t hurt me… NOMAD.”

Steve smiles triumphantly beneath his mask.

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The Hearts We Take, The Ice We Break (Jughead x Reader)

“Can you do a Jughead imagine where the reader and jug breakup and the gang take his side, and in loneliness she tries to kill herself ( like what Cheryl does in the finale ) and jughead saves her?“ –Anonymous

Warnings: Implied sexual abuse, suicide ideation, and suicide attempt.

Listen To: “All I Want”, Kodaline


You were the perfect girl, to the outsider’s eye. A River Vixen, a good student, a good friend, a beautiful girl. You didn’t have the vindictiveness of Cheryl, or the reputation of Veronica, or even the pretentiousness of Betty. You laughed at the right times, smiled just enough, and never showed up to school with smudged eyeliner or a hair out of place.

When you’d moved to Riverdale High, everyone had their eyes on you. When you suddenly asked Jughead Jones III, the boy who sat next to you in English class, to go to Pop’s with you, everyone was shocked. Including him.

Jughead quickly learned that there was more to you than meets the eye. You immediately delved into talking to him about deep philosophical topics, complicated film theories, and general snarking about the surrounding town. Combined with your beautiful appearance and kind nature, he was enthralled. He almost unconsciously uttered an invitation to go steady with him. You immediately said yes.

You’d been dating for a few months now. You were over the moon with happiness. Every day, you’d walk into school clinging to your boyfriend’s arm. You’d plant a kiss on his cheek before every class, and take pictures with him every chance you got. Your Instagram was plastered with selfies of the two of you, filled with comments of “#couplegoals” from classmates from your old school, more times than you could count.

While you were elated, Jughead felt differently. He could feel the eyes of everyone in the school following his back. Ever since his suspected involvement in Jason’s murder and his huge fight with Betty one year ago, he knew everyone thought he was a freak. Coupled with his newfound relationship to the new town sweetheart, he’d made you into a target, too.

It started out with whispered comments in the hallway, which you brushed off. “They’re just jealous of you, Juggie,” you said with a smile.

Then, things got physical.

“You need to step away from that Southside trash. I’ll show you what a real man is like, (Y/N),“ Reggie said, cornering you in the empty locker room. You tried to run, but he grabbed your arms and shoved you against a locker, mashing his lips into your hungrily.

“Jughead!“ You screamed. You knew Jughead waited for you every day after cheer practice to walk you home. Reggie plastered one hand over your mouth, another creeping up your skirt.

The door swung open, Jughead standing in the doorway.

Wordlessly, with a look that could kill, Jughead pulled Reggie off of you and punched his lights out. Being a star football player, it merely earned Reggie a reprimand from the coach, while Jughead earned slew of detentions.

Needless to say, Veronica and Betty were furious at what had happened to you, and got to work in earning your justice. Jughead had other things on his mind. He seemed more distant, more distracted.


One day, you couldn’t take it anymore. Jughead no longer returned your kisses. He avoided pictures. There wasn’t that same warmth in his eyes.

“Jug, we should talk,“ you said, crossing your legs on your bed.

“Yeah, we should.“ Jughead never met your eyes. “I… I think we should break up.“

Your eyes widened. “…what?”

Jughead gulped. He had been rehearsing this conversation with Archie for a week. Jughead no longer wanted you to suffer because of your relationship with him. “I’m not good for you, (Y/N). You deserve a lot better, and…” He took a breath, preparing to say the lie that Archie said was necessary for you to let go. “I… I don’t love you anymore.”

Jughead expected screaming, crying. Instead, your eyes went to your hands in your lap. “…okay, Jughead. Okay.”

Before he could change his mind. Jughead stood jerkily, and walked to the door.

With his back facing you, he said, voice steadied, “Be good, okay?”

Softly, you repeated, “Okay, Jughead. Okay.”

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Lust or Love |Chapter One: Hidden Truth| (Jin x Reader)

One| Two | Three

Summary: You were beautiful, kind, and just perfect for him. Only problem was you were his best friend’s’s girlfriend

Word Count: 4.1k 

Genre: Smut, Angst

A/n: This series will be two chapters long


Jin was not one to believe in love at first sight or in soulmates, but the minute he laid eyes on her. He knew he was fucked.

She was  untouchable and someone he should not even think about at night, but here he was with his hands down his sweatpants, panting out the name of a girl he knew will  never scream his name out, and a  girl who will never love him back.

He felt disgusted with himself as he felt his cum drip down his hand and the way he felt relief  after getting rid of his pent up sexual frustration by thinking of you.

Memories of the night before when your breast had accidentally brushed against his hard chest as you were trying to get through the chaotic crowds of the college parties. Memories of you wearing a tight dress that showed off your curves and charm of a woman, and the way your red lips would curve into a smirk whenever someone made a joke. When she smiled at him when he made a lame joke, and when she drag him around the party to look for Namjoon.

He wanted you more than anything, but you were with someone else.

And the worst thing about wanting you was the fact that you were his best friend’s girl.

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“I know that I said that I would always choose friendship over love, but she’s different and this situation is different too.”

“You’re still breaking the bro code.”

Jin sighed as he signals the bartender, “One more shot, please.”

Taehyung frowns as he tells the bartender to stop giving Jin more drinks, but the bartender had already served Jin a Gin.

“I can’t believe you’re a meme in real life, you even order a drink that sounds like your name.”

“This coming from the boy that Jungkook uses for his memes in our group chats.”

Taehyung only glares at him, but takes away Jin’s shot.

“Don’t get drunk, hyung.”

“I need too.”

“No, you don’t. What if you get drunk and call Namjoon’s girlfriend?”

Jin grunts and hands over the drink to Taehyung who only slides it away from himself.

“You need to think rationally before you do something stupid.” Taehyung advices, Jin chuckles.

“You know in all my life, I knew you. It was always me telling you advice, not the other way around.” Taehyung rolls his eyes at Jin.

“Well, you’re not always making wise decisions yourself, hyung. Like for example, falling in love with your best friend’s girlfriend!” Taehyung shouts, the whole bar looks at Jin, in judgement and some even smirk. Jin only shrugs it off, not caring what others see him as.

“I thought your fuckboy days are over, besides you shouldn’t let Y/N come between you and hyung’s friendship.” Taehyung almost pleaded.

“First of all, my fuckboy days are over so fuck you. And also, I don’t how to say this any other way, but Namjoon’s days aren’t.” Taehyung gasped.

“What do you m-mean?”

Jin sighs, as he grabs the glass of Gin, Taehyung lets him this time. He takes a huge gulp before setting the glass down.

“Namjoon is cheating on Y/N.” Taehyung’s mouth fell open and this time it was him taking a swig of Gin. After swallowing his drink, Taehyung narrow his eyes at Jin.

“Are you sure?”

Jin nodded.

“I caught him in the act, boy was balls deep in the girl.” Taehyung stared at Jin, in disgust, not use to Jin’s vulgar language.

“I was going to tell Y/N, but when she came over to my place to help plan Namjoon’s birthday party with a bright smile on her face… I couldn’t tell her. She was too happy, and I couldn’t break her heart like that. I want her to smile even if I’m not the reason.”

Taehyung smiled sweetly at Jin before scowling, as he remembered the situation they both were in, “Wow, you really do like her.”

“No shit.”

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Jin officially met you at a party in his senior year, but before he met you Namjoon gushed over you. Namjoon and you were Juniors when the both of you hooked up. At first, it was supposed to be a one-time fling as Namjoon puts it, but soon enough Namjoon fell for you.

“She’s beautiful, kind, and very smart. Last night, we talked until 3 in the morning, our talks were so meaningful and deep that she made me cry. The way she speaks is so beautiful and the way she seems to understand me so perfectly makes me so happy.”

Jin stared at Namjoon, shocked that a girl made Namjoon cried, usually it was the other way around.

“I told her about the shit I went through and all my insecurities and deep thoughts. Even though, she didn’t’ talk a lot she still listened and accepted me, and that’s all that mattered. As I met up with her more, I learned more about her and her hobbies. We’re so similar, hyung… And I think I love her.”  Jin gaped at Namjoon, who was smiling like a lovesick fool, but after seeing how sincere Namjoon’s love for her, Jin smiled.

“After the first night we slept together, I had no intentions of staying with her and I was going to leave first thing in the morning, but she woke up before me. She smiled at me and asked if I would like to eat pancakes with me and I was going to say no, but when she smiled at me, I felt like I was staring at a real-life angel so naturally I couldn’t say no. One date lead to another and well here I am talking about her to you… I really love her, hyung… I think I want her to be the one.” Jin was happy for Namjoon, after years of watching Namjoon break hearts it was refreshing to see him finally cherish one.

Jin was no better by any means, but he quit messing with girl’s heart after his sophomore year when an upperclassmen had broke his. He had learned his lesson and he had hoped that you changed Namjoon for the better as well…. But you didn’t.

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“When exactly did you fall in love with her?” Taehyung asked, as he drank a glass of water.

“Remember that party that Hoseok threw when I graduated?”

Taehyung nodded, as memories flashed through his head.

“It was the best party ever! Even though, I don’t remember half of it.”

Jin shook his head in amusement, as he reminisces the day he fell for you.

Dancing, sweaty bodies were moving their hips in the living room, couples tongue-locking in the hallways, and drunk freshman were puking out in the hedges.

The party was a success.

And Jin was having a great time, dancing with the girls and drinking with his friends. It was going well, but there was one person missing, Namjoon.

Jin was about to call him when he sees Namjoon making his way towards Jin. Namjoon was holding a girl’s hand and Jin didn’t pay any mind to her until Namjoon said her name.

“This is Y/N L/N… She’s my beautiful girlfriend.” As Jin finally met her eyes, he felt himself get pulled into a trance by her lovely shades of e/c. And when she smiled, it was like someone had punched him into a daze. Her red lips were curving into a flawless smile that he would later cherished and try to work hard to see it.

His eyes scanned your body from head to toes, you had a beautiful body as well and if it weren’t for the fact that Namjoon was holding your hand or getting annoyed by Jin obviously checking out his girlfriend, he would’ve asked you out on a date.

Jin smiled as he finally gets out of his trance, “My name is Kim Seokjin, but you can call me Jin.”

You smile at him and stared at Namjoon lovingly, “Joonie has told me soo much about you.” You giggled.

If he thought your smile was breathtaking, your giggles had taken his soul to heaven.

“You have a lovely laugh.” Jin accidentally slips out, you stared at him in shock before smiling again.

“Thank you, I also like your smile.” Namjoon’s grip on your hand tighten, before he gave Jin a mild look. Jin catches on and gives you both one last smile.

“It was nice meeting you.” He then walks away.

At the time, Jin didn’t know he had fallen for you. He simply thought that you were incredibly attractive, however it wasn’t until Namjoon brought you along to hang out with his friends a lot more that he realized he wanted to get to know you better.

He wanted to be with you, even if it meant stealing you away from Namjoon. And that thought frightened him and because of those thoughts he avoided you.

To his advantage yet disappointment, you hadn’t noticed him avoiding you.

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“You fell in love at first sight.” Taehyung plainly stated. “Are you sure you’re not just horny for her?”

Jin glared at Taehyung’s blunt accusation, but continued talking, “It could’ve been anyone, but it had to be her.” Jin moaned out as he rubbed his face with his hands tiredly.

“Have you tried getting over her?”

Jin pulls his hands away from his face to glare at Taehyung once again. Boy keeps asking some dumb ass questions.

“I don’t know, why don’t you ask the ten women I dated and slept with, in hopes of forgetting about her.”

Taehyung gaped.

“You slept with ten women!?”

Jin nodded, as he started fishing out his money from his wallet.

“And you didn’t feel a thing for them?”

Jin nodded again, as he placed the money on the bar and started to walk away, Taehyung quickly slams down his money on the counter and followed Jin out the street.

“I tried, I really did.”

“You’re telling me you been in love with Y/N for three years and never moved on?!”

“Yes, Taehyung… That’s what happens when you fall in love with someone and if you weren’t thinking with your dick all the time, then you would’ve experienced the same thing.”

Taehyung snorted.

“No way in hell am I falling in love again, especially not after Yumi.”

The boys fell silent as they remembered Taehyung’s ex-girlfriend, she not only lied to him but cheated on him multiple times and stole his money.

“You’ll meet the right one, one day.”

Jin says as he placed his arm over Taehyung’s shoulders, Taehyung only snorts.

“Yeah, hopefully it’s not my best friend’s girlfriend, either.” Taehyung teased.

Jin laughs as he punched Taehyung’s arm, “Fuck you.”

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Namjoon changed, you didn’t know what was the cause or why he was acting so differently.

He used to be sweet, caring, and loving. If anything, he was the clingy one in the relationship, but now it feels as though he wanted nothing to do with you anymore. He wouldn’t hold your hand, kiss you, or cuddle with you at night. And at first, you tried to be understanding, but now whenever you try to make plans with him he always makes up an excuse.

Whenever you had a hard day and tried to vent to him, he only stared at his phone, ignoring you. You were so frustrated by his lack of love and apathetic attitude, you decided you wanted to find out why.

If he won’t tell me why, then there’s only one way to find out.

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After packing your bags and reserving a room at the hotel, you had set your plan in motion. All you had to do now was wait. As you walked into the living room, you notice Namjoon sitting on the couch texting. You walked towards the door with luggage, hoping to catch his attention, but failed. You sighed.

“I’m going to leave Korea for a week for business, but I’ll be back on Monday.” Namjoon’s eyes moved towards you before nodding.

As you left the apartment, you texted the one person that helped you feel better.


Jin grimaces as he remembers the exact moment that Namjoon fell out of the love with you.

“She bores me now, and lately she’s been more clingy.”

Jin scowled as Namjoon sat lazily in front of him. The light was dim and the air was heavy with smoke and tension. Namjoon drinks a shot of soju quickly before sighing.

“She used to be so interesting, but now she’s predictable and plain.”

Jin bit the inside of his cheek as he fought back the urge to yank his best friend by the collar.

“I just don’t love her.” Namjoon finally stated as he finished the last shot of soju.

Jin quickly gulps down his drink as he forced himself  to calm down.

“I think I’m going to break up with her.”

Jin’s fist clenched and he felt his teeth bare, his eyes narrow down at an unsuspecting Namjoon, who had his eyes close as he tried to calm himself as well. When Namjoon quickly opens his eyes, Jin changed his expression, trying to play off as calm and rational, but in the inside he was already beating the shit out of Namjoon.

Why do I care? Jin thought angrily.

She’s my friend, but I’m closer to Namjoon… Either way, it’s not right to talk shit about someone who’s in love with you.

“Are you sure?” Jin asked, through gritted teeth.

“Yes.”

Jin sighed, as he waits to hear you explain the situation.

Jin’s hands shook as he read your messages. His heart broke for you as you pour your heart out to him.

How can he tell you the truth when you were so happy with Namjoon?

Jin bit his lip as he typed a response that he will soon regret typing out.

Jin turned his phone off as he laid down on his bed, cursing at the ceiling.

He had just made a grave mistake.

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Maybe, I should believe Jin. After all, no one knows Namjoon more than Jin.

Y/n started packing her things back inside her luggage, chuckling at how foolish she was for trying to create a plan to catch Namjoon cheating.

For all she knew, he was probably snoring on the couch with his mouth open. Y/N chuckled at the thought.

Maybe, I was wrong for suspecting him.

She wanted to trust Namjoon, but for some reason she felt something in her gut warning her.

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It was two in the morning when Y/N came home, she unlocked the door and placed her luggage near a wall. She smiled brightly as she realized her house was quiet and still in place.

Namjoon didn’t burn the house down and he’s probably still sleeping. However, it wasn’t until you were taking your shoes off that you felt a heavy weight on your chest. Next to Namjoon’s red converse were black high heels that certainly weren’t yours.

You bit your lip nervously as you walked near your bedroom, you prayed that it was just Namjoon sleeping in your covers peacefully.

You tiptoed quietly as to not wake Namjoon, you slowly open the door with a smile until you saw two lumps in your bed.

Reality crash down on you as your smile slip off your lips and your chest ached physically. You turn on the lights and bang on the wall, jolting Namjoon and the woman next to him sleeping.

Namjoon’s groggy eyes widen at the sight of your devastated form. Namjoon felt his chest sinking as you stared at the woman with dyed blonde hair sitting next to him, naked.

The woman quickly covers her torso before slapping Namjoon’s face.

“You had a girlfriend!?” Namjoon only stared at you the whole time, as the blonde quickly dresses.

The blonde girl stared at you with a crestfallen look on her face, as she bowed deeply at you.

“Please forgive me, I had no clue he had a girlfriend.”

But at that moment, you didn’t even register her presence, she was background noise. Her hurried footsteps filled the painful silence and tension in the room. And just as she slam the door close, you finally snapped out of your heartbroken trance. You grab your purse and started to leave, snapping Namjoon out of his trance finally.

Namjoon quickly grabs his boxers and pants before following you out the front entrance. As you opened the door to leave, he slams it shut and trapped you with his hands against the door and you in front of him. You only kept silent as you refused to look at him out of sheer anger and disgust.

“Y/n, talk to me.”

You only kept quiet as you tried to open the door, but his bulging muscles only kept it shut.

“I’m sorry.”

You only scoffed, and as you struggled to open the door, he quickly pulls you in for a hug.

“Don’t leave me.” He whimpers out.

You swallowed nervously as you felt your chest tighten from the pain he was giving you.

“Let me go.”

“I love you.” You gasped, and you felt his arm tighten around you as you stopped struggling against him.

“I love you and I’m sorry I took you for granted. I didn’t realize how much I loved you until now.”

You bit your lip and tried to fight off the tears forming in your eyes.

“I can’t, Namjoon.”

“You can’t what?”

“I can’t be with you anymore so let me go. We both know, we’re not happy with each other anymore.”

“That’s not true.”

You scoffed and felt a bitter chuckle force itself out of your lips.

“Yes it is, otherwise you wouldn’t have cheated on me.”

Namjoon fell silent as his grip loosen, you were going to tear his arms off of you when you felt something warm and moist fall on your shoulder. You froze as you felt Namjoon press himself against your back, trembling.

“It won’t happen again.”

“It’s too late , Namjoon. I don’t want to be with you anymore because we’re not in love like we used to be.”

Namjoon’s arms fell to their sides at this point, and you force yourself to look him in the eyes.

“You’re not happy with me anymore and I can’t love you anymore because you hurt me, Namjoon. I have to think of my happiness. And I’m sick and tired of being the only one to save this relationship even when it’s falling apart so quickly.”

Namjoon’s heart broke to million pieces as he watched you grab your luggage and head towards the door.

You stared at him one last time with a sad smile, “It’s over. Tomorrow, I want you and your things gone from my apartment.”

Namjoon’s eyes widen as he watched you leave through the door. He felt his knees give out as he had realized his biggest mistake.

He had let the girl who would love him despite his flaws and past go. And because of what he done to her, she will never love him again.

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It was four in the morning when Jin opened the door to see a red-eyed you standing in front of him.

He gaped at your disheveled form before stepping aside to let you in.

“Y/N…”

You spun around to glare at him, “Why did you lie to me?” Your voice was husky from an hour of crying.

“What are you talking about?”

“He fucking cheated on me, and you fucking knew this whole time.”

Jin’s mouth fell at the sudden confrontation before closing it back up.

“You’re right…”

“Why?”

Jin stared at you as tears slip down your face, he felt his chest ache at the sight. Out of all the things he hated, seeing you cry was the thing he hated most.

“I thought we were close enough to trust each other, Jin… Was it because Namjoon is your best friend?”

Jin sighed as he rubbed his eyes, he tried to ignore the pain filling his heart each second his eyes met yours.

“No, It’s just…”

“Just what?”

“It’s none of my business. Yeah, the both of you are my friends, but I have no right or say in your relationship with him. It’s not my place to tell you that Namjoon was cheating on you.” Jin confessed, feeling frustrated.

“You should’ve least told me, instead of lying to me. I wasted my time and energy in trying to save that hopeless relationship! He broke my heart! I wished you had told me, but now I’m standing in front of you at four in the morning yelling at you instead!”

Jin stared at the ground, as you ranted.

“I’m not mad that you didn’t tell me, Jin. I’m mad because you lied to me! Shit, if you didn’t want to tell me at least say that it’s not your place to say so.”

“Well, what am I supposed to tell you when you were so fucking happy?! How am I supposed to tell the girl that I love more than anything that my best friend is cheating on her?! How am I supposed to tell my best friend that the girl whose happiness is my source of happiness deserves more?! How am I supposed to help you both without letting my personal feelings get in the way?! Or when I have no right to interfere with your relationship?”

Your mouth parted as Jin had confessed to you.

“You want to know why I lied to you?” You nodded, quietly, too shocked to argue back.

“I lied because I was hoping that maybe Namjoon would get his shit together and make you happy. I was a fucking idiot to lie to you, I should’ve told you the truth so you would’ve been spared the heartache, but I thought lying to you would save you both, but I was wrong. Now, you’re crying and Namjoon is probably cursing at himself for letting someone like you go. So, I lied because I thought I was protecting you both. It was wrong of me, but I just wanted you both to be happy.” Jin broke down into tears himself, as the guilt swallowed him up.

You walked towards and without warning wrap your arms around him, he stiffen as you spoke, “I’m sorry, Jin. It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have put you on the spot… You shouldn’t have been dragged into this mess. I’m so sorry so please don’t cry. It’s not your fault, I should’ve found out myself. I was angry and sad, but that’s no reason to take it out on you. I’m sorry. Anyone would’ve done the same if they thought they would be protecting their friends.”

“Yeah, but I lied for Namjoon about him loving you.”

“You weren’t wrong, though…” Jin fell silent as he stared at you.

“However, he realized it too late.” Jin hugged you tightly as you wept against his hard chest. After a couple of minutes of crying, he wiped your tears away and stared into your redden eyes. You placed your cheek on his chest again as you felt warmth wash over you as his embrace was comforting.

“Thank you for always being there for me when he wasn’t.” You mumbled against him, thinking that he hadn’t heard a word, but he had heard everything.

“I would do anything for you.” He whispered back. You fell asleep on his chest with a smile and as he carried you back to his room, he couldn’t help but hope you would find happiness again even if it wasn’t from him. As you slept quietly on his bed, Jin slept on the couch hoping and praying to whatever entity that you would be at peace again. With a sad smile on his face, Jin fell into a peaceful slumber.

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When Jin woke up it was noon, and as he got up from the couch he went to search for you. But, you were nowhere to be seen inside his home. He panicked until he saw your note on the kitchen counter.

Thank you for everything, Jin. I hope we see each other in the next life. Don’t worry about me and don’t look for me. By the time, you read this letter I will be on an airplane out of Korea.

Jin’s hands shook as he read the letter, he sat down on the couch as he felt harsh reality smack him in the face. You had left without saying goodbye properly and there was a high chance that he would never see you again.

As Jin’s tears slid down his face, he couldn’t help but wish the best for you and to see you again even if it were for a second.

Jin felt despair as he felt he would never see you again, but truth be told the both of you will have a fateful reunion two years later.

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You’d just finished your panel with Misha and headed backstage, leaving him on stage with Jensen. Settling into the seat next to Briana, you sighed and leaned your head on the back of the chair.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?”

“You know what’s wrong, Bri. It’s what’s always wrong!”

You and Briana had become very close since you’d become a season regular. You found she was easy to talk to and the two of you had a lot in common. She quickly became a best friend and confidant, someone you knew you could talk to about anything and everything you needed and it wouldn’t go any further. She had the same confidence in you and before you knew it, your deepest, darkest secrets started pouring out. She was great about giving helpful advice but you were never good at taking it.

You rested your left arm across your knees and propped your right elbow up on top, resting your chin on your right fist. Looking up at the TV screen that was streaming the current panel, you smiled to yourself. Jensen was picking on Misha again, telling the fans an embarrassing story that had happened a few days ago. You shook your head and looked over to Briana, who was sporting a knowing smile.

“Jensen’s just so…I don’t know Bri, I think I love him. I think he’s trying to tell me something by the way he acts around me but I just…I don’t know.”

Briana’s smile had went from understanding to face-splitting, just as you were about to ask her what her problem was, you seen it, Jensen was smiling at the camera, knowing you would be backstage watching.

“Y/N…I love you too.” Your eyes were glued to the TV screen and your face was burning red, you’d forgotten about the microphone that was hanging from your right hand. The microphone the crew was supposed to turn off as soon as you were backstage.

Jensen held a finger up to the audience and tucked behind the curtains, coming into your view. You buried your face in your hands, groaning into your palms and hoping this was all a dream. Before you could physically pinch yourself, a large, strong hand was gripping your upper arm, pulling you out of your seat. You looked up into Jensen’s bright, smiling eyes before he pulled you in for a searing, knee weakening kiss. When you pulled away he brushed his knuckles down your jaw, smiling.

“I was hoping you noticed the way I’ve been acting. I’m not one to just spill my feelings…like you.” He broke into a fit of laughter before you gently punched his shoulder. “Watch it, Ackles. I can always take it back.” His laughter trailed off, replaced with a slightly panicked expression.

“You wouldn’t dare. You said love, Y/N. You can’t just take those things back. Let’s make this a little more formal. I think I’ve fallen in love with you, Y/N. Will you give me a chance to show you?” His fingers linked through your own as his eyes bore into yours. You fought to keep the tears at bay as you answered his question.

“Yes, Jensen. I want to be yours.”

Weakness

Originally posted by effindivergenteric

Prompt 7: Eric Coulter

“You know they’re gonna use things you love against you.”

notes: 

Y/N- your name

h/c- hair color

Tagging- @wynterrobin (bit different from what I usually write, but I still hope you like it!)

Honestly, I have no idea where this went but I hope you like it.


He watched her take down an initiate without mercy, while she grinned widely at her victory. “You cannot expect brute strength to always be your ally. They bigger they are the harder they fall.” She reached a hand down to the stout initiate smiling at him. “No hard feelings?”

“What’s the point of knocking him on his ass, then asking no hard feelings,” He called, stalking toward the group, grinning internally at the fear across multiple faces. “Don’t tell me you feel bad?”

Eric felt his chest constrict while she stared up at him, no traces of fear on her face. She smiled at him, before turning back to the initiate helping him up. “No, I don’t feel bad. It happens in training. Four, you ready?”

He watched his enemy nod, before he turned back to her. She stepped back to the center of the mat. “Coulter, if you’re not going to help, get off the mat.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, “I’m starting to want you to make me Y/N.”

“I don’t wanna embarrass you Coulter. After all, I was only a point behind you,” She smirked, gesturing for him to move.

“A point which means you still don’t measure up to me. Are you sure you should be teaching this class,” Eric crossed his arms, trying to undermine her.

She still held that smirk on her face and she showed no sign of anger. “The only reason your questioning my authority Coulter, is because you don’t like the way I’m doing things. You think I’m being too soft. You want to fight, but I’m not going to sink down to that. Now get off the mat.”

He held her gaze, while the initiates shuffled nervously.

Eric grinned, before stepping to the side of the mat. One thing he loved more than anything was to try and ruffle her feathers, but he could never seem to get her angry enough. She brushed aside his comments and harsh demeanor never sinking down to yell or argue with him.

“Y/N you take the six and I’ll take the other six,” Four pushed past Eric roughly taking the fearful initiates. Eric sent a glare towards Four, before turning back to the girl who was already beginning her own lesson.  

“Alright, get into pairs of two,” She commanded, while the initiates scrambled to get together.


“Shower up, eat and get some rest. I’ll see you all tomorrow,” She called to them while Eric came up behind her wrapping his arms around her. “Must you always be an ass.”

She elbowed him off of her, before walking over to the mat. “You’re not upset at me Y/N.”

“Of course not. I mean why would someone I love keep telling me that I don’t measure up to him. That requires no anger at all,” She sighed, before unwrapping her fists. “I don’t want to deal with this right now. I’ll see you later.” She tucked her hair behind her ear, leaving the training room. Eric rolled his eyes before stalking towards the dining area. He followed behind her seeing her meet up with her friends.

Eric knew better than to get angry when the man beside her threw his arm around her shoulders. He knew that she belonged to him and the man beside her was no competition to him. Mild irritation had him clenching his fists as he followed them. She sat beside the man, shoving his arm off of her with a smile.

“Why don’t you just tell everyone that she’s yours? Ashamed,” Eric heard Max’s voice ask. He glanced at the dauntless leader.

“What is between us stays between us,” His gruff voice, held irritation as he watched the man beside Y/N brush his hand against her side making her laugh. He gazed at her, everything about her he loved in his own way. He would never be ashamed of her, no matter how stubborn and hard headed she was.

“You were never a private person Eric,” Max teased him, while a grin made it’s way onto Eric’s face. “I’m sure many women can testify to that.”

Eric glanced at the women that he had slept with, before he turned his gaze back to the one who captured his cold heart in her warm hands. While he gazed at her, she turned glancing up at him, giving him a breathtaking smile. She stood up, shoving what was left of the food on her tray towards the man beside her. “Duty calls.” He sent a smirk towards Max, leaving him along with the other leaders.


He leaned against the door, watching her ignore him, as she brushed her h/c hair. “I’m not going to apologize.” She continued to ignore him, brushing the tangles. He rolled his eyes, moving towards her wrapping his arms around her. “Do you remember when I told you, that you were my weakness but I loved you anyway.” She stiffened slightly, before her body relaxed against his. She turned around, her hands stroking his cheeks. She stared into his eyes, nodding. “What did you say to me?”

“You know they’re gonna use things you love against you.” Her quiet voice reached his ears. “If they find out.” He pulled her impossibly closer to him, so much so that he could see the different colors in her curious eyes.

“I want people to know you’re mine,” Eric rested his forehead against her’s. He grinned while her eyes flashed dangerously. “And how I’m yours.”

“So you would allow yourself to be with someone who doesn’t measure up to you,” She hissed, stepping away from him going back to brushing her hair. “Do you honestly think that after that, I’d allow myself to be claimed as a possession.”

Eric groaned, slamming his hand on the door beside him. He was back to square one, she set the brush down. “You’re so damn..” Eric hissed back stopping himself.

“Say it…” She glared at him, before she stepped around him. “I’m going back to my room.”

He clenched his jaw, watching her walk towards the door. “You’re forgetting your knife that you sleep with when you’re alone.” She paused, before turning around to face him.

“How did?” He watched her stutter slightly.

“There’s always a knife on your side of the bed. When I work late and you stay over, you always have the same knife clutched in your palm, but when you hear me you put it off to the side.” Eric replied, moving toward her.  

“How long have you known that I did that,” She whispered, while he sat on the chair beside where she was standing.

“Since the second night you stayed here,” He watched her, as she paced. “I’m guessing it’s a fear of yours to be attacked while your sleeping.”

She laughed, avoiding his eyes. “Both a fear and a reality, I suppose. I didn’t think you caught on.”

“Of course I did. Hell I thought you were going to attack me while we slept,” Eric yawned holding his hand out to her. “Why don’t you have it while I’m with you?”

She took his hand, allowing herself to be pulled onto him. “Because I don’t need it and you didn’t need extra cuts on your body.” She leaned her head against her shoulder. “You’re not the only one who feels vulnerable Eric.” He held her closer kissing the side of her head.

She moved so she was straddling his lap, he grinned at her while he pulled her flush against him. “You’re mine, so don’t pretend you don’t like it when I tell you that,” Eric pressed his lips against her’s in a searing kiss. “I want everyone to know.”

anonymous asked:

hopetaegukkie <3 i was thinking about tae and how i've never seemed to read a post or fic that manages to capture who tae is! unlike jimin, suga, kook, mon, who are so transparent - I never know what Tae hates or loves, only that he absolutely loved his grandma and loves army, and he can get strangely upset at times. I wonder if what your thoughts about this boy is? because I just can't grasp him at all

I’m…so…glad…that…you…noticed. i’ve been waiting on an ask like this because Kim Taehyung is easily, at least in my opinion, easily the most complex and private member of BTS even though you wouldn’t think so. Especially now that Yoongi has lovingly shared such a big part of himself with us (and honestly seems happier for it which is very nice.)

So, Kim Taehyung. Well, firstly, a basic profile as of currently.

Summary/short ver:
Kim Taehyung.

Capricorn sun sign. (and tbqh he really reads like one, even though when he was younger I thought that he didn’t seem very Capricorn, as an adult 100% does.)
Was born in Daegu, lived on a farm with his family.

hobbies & likes:
BTS, ARMY, family, animals. High fashion, jazz and blues, art and photography especially high fashion or people and nature photography, and artsy, romantic films. Fashion in general. He often wears very up to date fashion in SoKo despite the fact that people like to think of him as having a ‘hobo’ style TT. Anything soulful or rich in texture, his favorite music has lots of baritones and soul/warmth. He prefers big animals to small but likes all kinds, and has never stated much physical preference for love interests besides the fact that he wants someone loyal. when asked at fanaccs for other specifics, most of the time he puts down big numbers for weighs and the average height for females(or would be a shorter cis male height in SoKo, because while the fans tend to super target their questions for a female audience, i don’t want to be presumptuous.) He has a preference for sophisticated things. Even as a kid he showed a more refined tastes because he kid picked saxophone to play (when asked what he would do if he wasn’t an idol anymore it would either be to stay on the farm with his family or become a saxophonist.) He loves acting and modeling!!

Full discussion:

Kim Taehyung is a man of refined tastes and despite the fact that you wouldn’t think so, he’s an incredibly private man. As a teenager closer to debut he was a bit more playful, but as he’s matured he’s a lot more closed off. When he lost his grandmother at the end of last year that only became more distinct.

As for what he likes, Taehyung has a very ‘old soul’ approach to things. He’ll most likely pick whatever is more soulful over something mainstream. When they got the chance to have influence over their own solos, Taehyung said he worked hard and much on his, and that it ‘suited his tastes very well’ and he said something very confident about how it was ‘quite nice’. Stigma is a very heavily jazzy song, that suits his warm tones and shows of his range. It’s honestly, a really, really good window into who Taehyung is.

For the record, people think that Taehyung is a goofy guy and tend to brush him off or stereotype him that way but Tae is a LOT more complex than that. And not only is he complex, the man tends to hide those parts of him.

The real truth is, Taehyung IS hard to get a read on. You have to be good at reading people in general, or REALLY love him and pay ALL the attention to him and REALLY absorb every inch he gives us. Because the truth is, Taehyung doesn’t give us that much private things about himself.

On a love and family front, we all know that he’s a family man, a man who loves animals, who believes in true love and soulmates. He wants to have a large family with many kids, and he wants to be the light of his loves life, just like they’ll be for him.

On a work front, we know that this career/life wasn’t the one he would have picked without it finding him, because he wanted to be a farmer. But he found himself becoming a bighit trainee after being asked by the staff who went out of their way to call his parents to ask for permission. This life picked him, but he has what it takes. He works HARD on his voice, his dance, his everything. He said he almost didn’t make it into the final group if it wasn’t thanks to the members (which is why he loves them so much and is so devoted) but every day current day he works, SO, hard. When Minjae called Tae on his Vapp, it wa like 7pm SoKo time and Taehyung said that he was just sitting down to shower and eat for the first time because he had been working and training all day. He works his a$$ off. NEVER forget how UPSET and just, devastated he was, when he couldn’t properly use his voice or sing because he was sick and strained, during AHL when they were doing the training. Because he felt he was letting them down and not showing his full capacity.

On the Hobby and interest front, we know that he likes fashion, whether that’s wearing it, high fashion, fashion photography, etc. and he really loves taking pictures. He loves BEING in pictures and modeling. Photoshoots are one of his favorit things, he said in the NOW’s (i think it was NOW2 that i’m referencing but he’s said it more than once.) that he really likes photoshoots and the reason that he likes doing photoshoots with Namjoon is because Namjoon likes high fashion too.

He also loves jazz/blues music. Lots of times he tries to play it from “Taetae’s jukebox” (otherwise known as his phone) and the fans ask him to turn it off. He won’t outwardly show his discouragement but I’m sure that’s not easy to hear multiple times when he’s trying to share a piece of himself. Sometimes he comes right out and says he won’t turn it, and i’m so glad. Remember when he tried to share that he liked Nude Photography on the fancafe and the fans were calling that erotic/weird so he ended up taking his post down and never talking about it before? Taehyung has very artistic tastes and the fact is, when he shares those tastes, they often get frowned at by fans for being weird or just too artsy.

Jimin VERY recently said that Taehyung is his movie connoisseur who always recommends movies. (including movies like Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind, which is a VERY artsy, emotional, beautiful movie.)

TBH guys, I could talk ALL day about Kim Taehyung. He’s a very private man who doesn’t WANT to let a lot of people in, and when he does, things tend not to go his way. But he’s fearless, he’s loving, he’s powerful and elegant, and there’s SO f*cking much to love about him. Taehyung is the most beautiful, amazing puzzle there ever was to solve. He’s like a stained glass window before it’s all put together. If you take the time to pay attention to him, watch him when he isn’t speaking, listen to him when he DOES speak, I promise that he’ll reward you. Every second of ‘people watching’ Kim Taehyung, is such an experience.

Thank you so much for this ask. Truly. From the bottom of my heart.