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When I Was Your Man – Theo Raeken Imagine

Requested by Anon: I don’t know if you’re taking song requests, and it’s totally okay if you don’t. But if you do could you do an imagine based on “when i was your man” by bruno mars, where theo is the reader ex-boyfriend and now she’s in a new relationship with brett? basically the concept of the song.

Warning: Sad Theo and dealing with heartbreak

Word Count: 1,522

Author’s Note: Feed back is always appreciated :)

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

Originally posted by training-wolves

Theo stopped in his tracks the second an old familiar sound reached his ears with his werewolf hearing. It was a sweet and playful giggle. It was Y/N. He’d recognize that giggle anywhere as he heard it a thousand times before. He turned the corner and saw her with someone else. She had her arms around his neck as the guy’s hands rested firmly on her waist. He was playfully kissing and biting her neck, hence her giggling. She looked genuinely happy and that brought a huge wave of pain and guilt over Theo. 

“I got you something,” Theo overheard as the guy pulled away from her.

“Brett, you didn’t have to get me anything,” she smiled widely at the boy in front of her.

“But I saw it and I knew you had to have it.” He pulled out a small bag and gave it to her. Theo watched her slowly untie the ribbon and open the bag. She carefully grabbed what was inside. The second her eyes landed on the necklace with a werewolf charm, she gasped. “Do you like it?” He asked her.

“Brett…” she said completely surprised by his thoughtful gift. “I love it.”

He brushed her hair to the side and grabbed the necklace. “I know we’ve only been together for three months, and I hope this doesn’t scare you,” Theo’s heart stopped beating as he realized this guy was about to tell her he loves her. 

“But you’re my anchor,” Brett continued. Theo relaxed a bit, but it didn’t ease the heartache he had in his chest. Telling a girl you’re his anchor is just another way of saying I love you. It was just a matter of time before Brett would actually say it to Y/N.

After Brett clasped the necklace on, Y/N looked down and smiled at the silver werewolf resting on her chest. She looked up at Brett with a genuine smile. “Thank you,” she leaned in and kissed his cheek.

Theo sighed in defeat. He knew he messed up. His relationship with Y/N was long gone. There was no way to fix it, but he knew he had to apologize. He wasn’t ready to let her go and move on, but she already had. He wasn’t one to stop her from being happy when she deserved everything the world had to offer. The only problem was he had to let her go otherwise he’d be miserable for the rest of his life.

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Whiskey Lullaby

Word Count: 1,912
Reader Gender: I don’t think I specified one
Warnings: Reader death, alcohol poisoning.
Love Interest: Dean (SPN)
Note: I’ve been writing this on the side for like a week now, and since I just finished it, I decided to post it c: This is based on the song by Brad Paisley and Alison Krauss. I think I dragged out the last half a little too much, but I hope you guys like it! Also, I’m sorry my posts have been so slow. I’ll try to post more c:

It had been quite a while since Dean and I parted ways, both for our separate reasons. Well, in reality it was one collective reason, but I’m sure you’ll get a different story if you ask him. He cheated on me, more than once might I add. The last time he did it, I couldn’t take it anymore, my heart couldn’t take it anymore. So I left, and I didn’t bother with getting my things. They didn’t matter, nothing did anymore. I haven’t been the same since, and I’ve taken to alcohol more and more as the days go by. I love him more than I love myself, but it’s been years and I’m sure he’s changed his number by now.

Nowadays I drink it away with whiskey, and then I end up crying next to a picture of him when I get to my motel room. Dean and I were in the same business, and I was in it before I even met him. That was partly why our relationship had worked out so well in the beginning. Then I found him with another woman, and while he promised not to do it again, he would let me down. I wouldn’t have been driving over to his motel room if it wasn’t for my current case. Whatever I was chasing was after him, and it was powerful. This creature had a rep for killing people, and making it look like a suicide.

She put him out, like the burnin’ end of a midnight cigarette.
She broke his heart, he spent his whole life trying to forget.
We watched him drink his pain away, a little at a time.
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind,
Until the night.

While I know that Dean probably already has a handle on this case, I still worry for him. I didn’t want him to die, and if I got to him before this thing did, everything will be alright. I’ve already injured it pretty badly, and in my book it should be dead already. The creature was black and smoky, but thankfully my weapon collection is pretty big, and I usually always have something to use. After reading about it, I found that it’s weakest point is where it’s the smokiest and the darkest. So, that’s where I struck it, and I don’t give it long to live. However, it could live long enough to have one more victim.

He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger,
And finally drank away her memory.
Life is short, but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees.

That wasn’t happening on my damn watch, and I’d drag it back to Hell myself if I had to first. I pulled into the parking lot of the motel, parking my car in the first available spot I came across. I quickly got out of my car and jogged up to his door, my heart pounding from pure fear. Cas told me where they were, but I feared he wasn’t able to get there in time. I knocked on the door at first, hoping that he’d just answer or tell me to come in. After a moment of silence, I knocked again, and when he didn’t answer I entered the room myself. As soon as I opened the door, the smell of alcohol hit me like a brick.

“Dean?” I questioned, looking around for a moment.

We found him with his face down in the pillow,
With a note that said I’ll love her till I die.
And when we buried him beneath the willow,
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby.

As soon as I saw his body, I screamed at the sight. He was laying lifeless on the bed, bottles of alcohol surrounding him. Normally, this wouldn’t be anything out of the ordinary, but I knew him and he never drank alcohol with this proof in mass quantities. He wanted to be drunk, not dead, and there was a fine line. I quickly ran over to him, shaking his body in hopes that he would wake up. There was a little bit of foam coming from his mouth, making me cry even harder than I was. My heart wasn’t ready for this sight, and it never would be. I shook him harder, knowing that whatever I did wouldn’t work. He was gone, unless I could do something about it.

“He is dead, there is nothing you can do.” I heard a monotone voice say.

“Yes there is.” I shot back in a hard tone.

Guilt started flooding my mind as my hand gently caressed his face. The tears never stopped flowing freely from my eyes, and I doubt they ever would. Just like how my guilt would never stop pouring into my mind, haunting me. This is my fault, all of it is my fault. I should’ve warned him sooner, or killed the creature earlier. I should have done something sooner, and maybe he would still be alive right now. No, not maybe, he would still be alive right now. My forehead rested on his chest, tears staining his shirt. He can’t be dead, not now, not ever. He was too important, not just to the world, but he was too important to me.

I slowly pulled myself off of him, my own emotions slowing down my actions. I went back up to his face, my thumb gently gliding across his cheek. I took a shaky breath, the weight against my chest feeling heavier than ever. I heard Cas finally leave the room, and I knew exactly what I had to do. I looked over to the floor, seeing the creature in a slightly more humanoid form. My gaze shifted back over to the one who still held my heart; Dean. My lips bushed against his cheek, and I tightly shut my eyes. The tears still fell, and how tightly I shut my eyes didn’t matter. It seemed as if nothing did anymore.

The rumours flew, but nobody knew how much she blamed herself.
For years and years, she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath.
She finally drank the pain away, a little at a time,
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind.
Until the night.

I took a deep breath as I tore myself away from him, looking down at him. I heard the creature chuckle lowly from the floor, taunting me. I took off the necklace he gave me when we were together, giving it a kiss before placing it in the palm of his hand. I wrote a note on the pad that was on the night stand, simply telling him that I loved him. My heart ached with each stroke of the pen, it felt as if my world was coming down on me. I took another breath as I set the pen back on the wooden stand, moving over to were the creature was laying. I bent down to its level, noticing black goo slowly leave its figure.

“You son of a bitch, you bring him back.” I demanded.

“And why would I do that?” The creature asked in an amused tone.

“Because I fucking said so.” I spoke dangerously.

“Sorry, sweetheart, that doesn’t work for me. Sweeten the deal.” The creature demanded.

“How about the satisfaction of watching me die the same way he did.” I offered.

“Hm, I like it, but you gotta give me just a little bit more.” It said, and I swore I could’ve seen a grin.

“What more could you possibly want?” I questioned, my voice breaking.

“Share your memories with me. All of them. It gets boring after a few hundred years, you know,” It spoke in a strained voice, “It’ll give me something to look back on when I get sent back to Hell.”

“Done.” I immediately said and he chuckled.

“I guess we have a deal, Sweetheart.” It said.

I felt something enter my head and pain spread through out my entire body. It was as if he was twisting my brain around, as if the thing was dissecting it. In a way, I suppose he was, how else was he able to do what he did? As the pain left my mind, a sudden and uncontrollable urge was now in it’s place. I had an urge to drink and drink until I couldn’t drink anymore. I had an urge to drink myself to death. I grabbed one of the untouched bottles that was nearby, downing it as fast as I could. I slowly felt a migraine enter my mind as I went for another bottle, downing that one as well before I could even react to the headache.

She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger,
And finally drank away his memory.
Life is short but this time it was bigger,
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees.
We found her with her face down in the pillow,
Clinging to his picture for dear life.
We laid her next to him beneath the willow,
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby.

As I grabbed a third bottle, nausea travelled down to my stomach. It wasn’t enough to make me vomit up the contents of my stomach, and that was probably the creatures doing. My vision began to blur as the clear liquid burned my throat. It was an oddly comforting burn, like a promise of relief. Memories of Dean and I blurred through my mind, and I felt a tear escape from my eye. I wish I could tell him how sorry I was, I wish I could just talk to him one last time. The weight on my chest got a bit heavier, making it just that much harder to breathe properly. I felt myself grow weaker, as I grabbed a bottle that was only half-full.

I brought the bottle to my lips, only to fall back onto the bed. A little bit of the drink spilled onto the sheets around me, but I couldn’t’ve cared less about it. The clear liquid rushed into my mouth and down my throat, making me choke a little bit. When I finished the bottle, my arm went limp beside me. I heard someone stirring, and I smiled as I realized that it was Dean. He was alive, and he was going to be alright. I turned my head to look at the creature, only to see a puddle of black ooze in it’s place. A little bit of the weight left my chest as I realized that it was now dead. Nobody else was going to die because of that thing, I was going to be the last.

I didn’t know if he was awake or not, but I can die peacefully knowing that the creature kept his word. Exhaustion clouded my brain, my eyes feeling heavy. I slowly closed my eyes, feeling weaker with ever second that passed by. I was weak, but I was happy; something I haven’t felt in a long while. Darkness completely covered my vision, and I felt the life I had in my veins leave me. I didn’t see a light, or anything like that. Just darkness, but it was a comforting darkness.

A darkness that took the rest of the life I had left in me.

She settles on the wording when he is still quite young, once it has become clear that his will be a life full of clumsiness and mishap. She repeats it like a mantra, her tone a mix of stern and comforting, after every broken valuable, each missed appointment, every misunderstanding. It was a mistake. Mistakes happen to all of us. It’s just one of those things.

It’s mainly for Arthur’s benefit, but Carolyn finds it useful too: when they are locked out of the house in the middle of a freezing cold night, because Arthur has forgotten his own keys and lost hers, and their flight was late and Gordon is fast asleep and can’t hear them knocking, she pulls her jacket more tightly around herself and says, along with him, it was a mistake… mistakes happen to all of us… Gritted teeth, and shivering. Calmer, though. It’s just one of those things.

The words ‘it wasn’t your fault’ are not included, because sometimes it is his fault, but that doesn’t mean it was intended. Mistakes are still mistakes. Certainly, Arthur had not meant to ruin his costume for the school play five minutes before she was due to drive him over to perform, but it had still been his hand on the iron - still, it was a mistake. Mistakes happen to all of us.

It’s just one of those things, she hears his little voice muttering to himself as he arrives home from school one day, and she raises her eyebrows, waiting for him to explain. He is uncharacteristically quiet about it - eventually, she extracts the story, and her blood boils over. She is on the phone to the school quick-sharp, because she’s damned if the other child is going to get away with pinning the blame on Arthur, the victim of this 'accident'…  Some things are not mistakes, she tells him, trying to mix gentleness in with the anger that isn’t for him, but still shows in her voice. Sometimes his only mistake is he trusts too much.

“It was a mistake,” he tells her, desperately, holding Rex’s collar up for her to see, “I thought it was too tight. I thought it was hurting him, so I–”

She cannot listen to him cry, has never been able to, so she takes him by the arm, business-like, tells him they are going to search until they find the blasted animal. (They do not. Her heart breaks for him. Rex was an awful creature but for some reason the boy loved him. He is still sniffling, and Carolyn wildly promises that if they ever get another dog, he can – he can name it.)

Years later, having to yell out Snoopadoop at the top of her lungs, with Herc barely containing his mirth, she realises that this, too, was a mistake.

“Mistakes happen to all of us,” he reminds her, hopefully, as she watches the insurance man pace around the kitchen, assessing the damage caused by a tap, left on for the entire week they were in San Francisco. Carolyn nods, and surveys the lumps in the wallpaper. If only she had gone for tiles all over. Just one of those things.

She has to smile when she overhears him tell it to Martin for the first time. She has no idea what her recently-acquired captain is whinging about, but hears her son say, “Cheer up, Skip. It was just a mistake. Mistakes happen to all of us.” A pause, then, reverently, “Even Douglas, probably.”

“I don’t think so,” Martin says, bitterly.

“Well, there’s nothing you can do about it now,” Arthur points out. “It’s–”

“…just one of those things,” Carolyn finishes, entering the room. “Now, shake a leg, Captain Miseryguts, we’ve got a job to do.”

Martin huffs, but she can tell he’s glad to get his mind off whatever it was that was bothering him. You see, she mentally congratulates herself, it works.

Arthur breaks five priceless family heirlooms before he has reached his teenage years; he is responsible for the loss of her camera, a pearl necklace, her cashmere scarf, and, she fears at times, her sanity - he is incurably accident-prone, and is the one person in the world for whom the saying about forgetting your head if it wasn’t screwed on is literally true. But through it all, he remains irrepressibly positive, honest-hearted and kind. Most people think he is a throwback. Carolyn privately regards him as a miracle. A loud, lopsided, lolloping miracle who gives her a near-permanent headache. 

One night, their first in their new home, just the two of them, he leans against her shoulder and asks, “Was it true, Mum? What Dad said last night?”

And she bites her lip and wishes she knew which part of their blazing row he is referring to, wishes he hadn’t overheard any of it, wishes for so much for him that she’ll never be able to give him. “When? What did he say?" 

"About me. About – neither of you wanting children when you first got married. Was I just–”

No,” she says, immediately. It sounds too much like snapping, and she softens her tone and repeats, “No. No, Arthur. You were not a mistake.”

Mistakes happen to all of us, she silently adds. But you only happened to me.

For the first time in a long while, she feels lucky.

The Arrow Necklace: Legolas Imagine

Legolas fluff imagine for: naryamirie

Legolas x reader

Word count: 670

A/N: Sorry it’s so short, but I hope you like it! :) Remember, requests are open! :D (Also, I have not read through this, so sorry for any errors. I’m not from an English speaking country, so please be nice) This is the first time I have ever written something about Legolas, so if it’s crap, please be nice.

You stood on a rock out in the forest nearby Mirkwood. You liked being out here, you knew you were on duty to look after the royal family, but it was so nice out here. The sun was shining and you sat down on the rock and looked out at the river next to you. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You lived for days like these. Just as you were about to lay down you heard a movement behind you. You were quick to get your bow ready with an arrow and you turned around. It was Legolas. You put your bow and arrow down.

“Good.” he said and walked towards you. “You’re getting quicker.” You smiled at him.

“Thank you.”  You said while you put your bow and arrow back. He sat down next to you. This was nice. You liked Legolas, you really did. You had grown up together, always been good friends. However, you knew Legolas liked you, really liked you. One time you had overheard a conversation he had had with his father, Thranduil, where he had admitted his love for you, but Thranduil was not so happy to hear that his son had fallen in love with “just a simple guard”. Ever since then you could not stop thinking about it. It was always in the back of your mind. You liked him too that way, but you knew you could not be with Legolas because of Thranduil.

None of you had said a word. Legolas didn’t know you liked him. You had tried to figure out a way to tell him, but no time was right for that kind of confession. You bet your lip. Ugh, if I could just tell him already… You thought to yourself. You felt Legolas looking at you. You turned your head to him. For a few seconds you were just stirring at each other; you took a deep breath. Now or never.

“There is something-“ you both said at the same time. You shook your head slightly. “You first” you gestured to him. You looked at him while he was taking out a small box from his pocket. He opened the box. Inside there was a small golden arrow necklace.

“I got this made for you.” He said and handed the box over to you. You slightly blushed as you received it.

“Legolas, it’s- it’s beautiful. Thank you.” You smiled and picked the necklace out of the box.

“Here, let me.” He said and took the necklace and put it on around your neck. You felt the arrow with your fingers.

“It’s a very nice gift,” you said. “But why?” you asked. He looked at you with his clear light blue eyes. He sighed very slowly or took a deep breath; you were not sure which one. He looked out at the river.

“Well, I have wanted to tell you for a long time now about my feelings for you.” He said and you could feel your heart beating faster.

“When I got that necklace for you, I thought as well I would give it to you and tell you.” He continued. “I really like you, no, forget that. I think I actually love you, (Y/N)” he said as he looked back at you again. Your were sure that your heart was about to jump out of your chest. You felt your cheeks heating up, you wanted to turn away from him but you couldn’t, you just couldn’t.

You looked him in the eyes. “I think I do too, I think I love you too.” You said, not even knowing you had said it. It was like your heart was speaking by itself. Legolas’ eyes lit up. You moved closer to him, and he moved closer to you until you were so close to each other that you were sure he could hear your thoughts and your heart beating. Then you kissed. It was sweet, but passionate.

anonymous asked:

Will you do a part 2 of camping? it was so cute!!!

This is me formally requesting a smutty continuation of Camping. Can be more than one part. Can be a slow simmer to smut. What ever you wanna do. I leave that part in your hands. ;)

I had 2 requests for this one based off a previous request that can be found at the following link:

This one is half really thick tension and a cute resolution. Then, if you want to keep reading… it gets smutty. But it’s cute smut? Kind of. Judge for yourself. Not the most proofread, but it had a skim (I’m trying to just roll blurbs out, but it’s not really working) x. 

009. Camping in the Rain

“Storm came outta nowhere, dinnit?”

You hum your agreement. The two of you are in your tent, peering out through the zipped up screen as rain splatters heavily on it and the surrounding forest. The logs from your fire from the night before are soaked through and there’s a delicious cool, earthy smell that is clean, and fresh, and you can’t breathe in enough of.

The sky had been threatening to burst all morning, and you’d all only had enough time to cook some eggs over a cheap skillet before it had. The forecasts you’d all been checking leading up to this had dictated the storm wasn’t supposed to hit until the night you were leaving, but apparently those forecasts had accelerated and you were left to discover that yourselves with limited mobile signal.

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Tyler Joseph x Reader

Request: tyler imagine where the reader is good friends with Tyler and hasn’t seen him in ages. Then, the reader surprises him after years of not talking and Tyler cries a little in disbelief but they catch up on the past and how their lives have been going and it gets a little romantic after?

It had been over a year since you had seen Tyler.  When the band started to get big, you had a hunch that you would probably start to lose contact at some point. You just wished that it didn’t happen so fast. You tried to go to every show they had at home in Ohio.  And you wished more than anything that you could’ve gone to all their shows, but you had a life too, and unfortunately, it always seemed to get in the way.

Luckily for you, after all these years, Tyler and Josh were coming back to Ohio to play a few shows as the last part of their tour. So, you decided to go, then maybe surprise Ty after the show.  All of the crew members knew who you were, so it wasn’t going to be hard to get backstage and surprise him on stage.

You two would always sing duets together, it was one of you and his favorite past times. His angelic voice always had a way of soothing you, and yours soothed him in his anxious times. As the boys were about to head on stage, you started to get ready.  You wore a black, tank dress, accessorized with red socks and black Vans.  You even tacked on the red beanie that you had stolen from Tyler. You smiled in the mirror and played with the necklace he gave you the last time you saw each other.

When you were all ready, you headed out the door, dialing Michael to tell him you were on your way.  

“I’m headed out. Make sure that they’re already on stage by the time I get there. I don’t want Ty to see me yet.”

“Got it, (Y/N), he’ll be happy to see you, that’s for sure.”

“Thanks, Michael. I’ll be there soon.”

You hung up the phone and got in the cab you called to get to the venue. Your heart was thumping in your chest as you got closer to the arena. You couldn’t believe that you were actually about to see Tyler after all this time. It gave your stomach butterflies. You had just missed him so much. And you pretty confident that you were going to cry on stage when you got out there.

The fans loved you, and they missed seeing your posts about Tyler and how the band was doing. Even Josh missed you. You hoped they wouldn’t be mad that you would be interrupting them as they sang My Heart Will Go On.

Your driver pulled into the venue, parked in the back and drove off after seeing you walk to the backstage doors. Mike let you in and quickly got you to a private room with a TV that allowed you watch from the wings. You smiled and teared up a little bit as you saw them come on stage, with the crowd cheering at the top of their lungs for them.

You anxiously sat in the back waiting for the medley to come up, and as it did, the sound crew gave you your microphone and you slowly walked out on stage.

The crowd screamed harder, which you didn’t think was possible, and you started to harmonize with Tyler to the song. His hands instantly fall from the strings of the bass and he looks over his shoulder.

He knew with just one note that it was you. It was a voice that he wasn’t ever going to forget. It was a voice that he longed to hear again. He turns to you and covers his mouth in disbelief that you were actually there.

“Oh my god….” is all you could hear him say.

He got a little weak in the knees, so you ran to him and held him up. You smiled up at him and kept singing.

Tyler just smiles back and continues to play for the crowd. After the medley ended, he puts his bass down and gives you a gigantic hug. One that you didn’t want to end, but you knew he had to finish this show.

Before he lets you go, he whispers something that only you could hear.

“I’ve missed you so much.”

You simply smile and kiss him on the cheek before walking back to the wings. You couldn’t wait for him to be finished so you could catch up with him.

It was no lie. You definitely liked him since the first day you met him. You never knew if he felt the same way. You always thought that he just wanted to be friends with you. So being able to see that reaction from him was really sweet for you.

After the concert was over, Tyler immediately ran backstage and hugged you. He picked you up and spun you around and you laughed.

“Hey Ty.” you said, burying your face into his shoulder.

He puts you down and smiles at you.

“Hey, (Y/N). I can’t believe you’re here… it’s been so long. I’ve missed you so so much..” he says trying to hold back the tears.

“Hey,” you say quietly, using your thumb to wipe away the rogue tear that escaped. “Don’t cry. Then I’ll cry.”

He just laughs and held you closer, taking everything in. It seemed like in this moment, things were absolutely perfect.

“(Y/N), I cannot even begin to tell you…” he started.

Your heart started to pound as you made a split second decision.  One you may or may not regret.  At least then you would know if he liked you back.

Your lips crashed into his, and at first you were worried. However, he kissed you back passionately. The lack of affection you both had made this moment even more special.

As you pull back you bit your lip. You always imagined this moment, but now that it actually happened, you couldn’t believe it.

“Wow…” Tyler stated. “You definitely read my mind.” he smiles and runs his hand through his hair.

You smile and kiss him one more time.

Tyler laughs and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to his body.

“I think this has been long overdue.” you say.

Tyler nods in agreement.

“Well I guess we need to make this official… right?” he asks nervously.

You nod and took his hand.

“Come on. We’ve got a lot to talk about.”

A little while later, the both of you had gotten ice cream and you walked around the city together. You talked about what you both had been doing for the past few years. He was touring but you could see the love in his eyes whenever he talked about some of his favorite shows. He would talk about all the amazing things fans would send in the mail, and his smile would light up the whole entire world. You loved that about him.

He was always so caring and loving of all the fans, and he genuinely adores them. You knew he deserved all the adoring fans and fame. You told him about how you almost moved to pursue your dream career, but you didn’t. You told him how there was always something holding you back here in Ohio, and how you had a feeling that it was all the memories you made with him here.

After a long while, Tyler walked you back to your house. You smile at him and hugged him.

“Thank you, for everything Ty. You have no idea what that means to me.”

“Of course, (Y/N). I’m not gonna lie, you’ve been keeping me sane all these years, with all the growing fame… I kept the recordings we did a few years back of us singing. And I would listen to it every night before a show… to give me luck…” he laughed. “Is that pathetic?”

You giggle and shook your head.

“Not at all, Ty. That’s really sweet. I would look at all our old photos when I was feeling down, and that’s not pathetic.” you respond.

“You are amazing, (Y/N). I should probably head home to see my family though… unless you want to come with me. I’m sure they miss seeing you too.”

You instantly nod and took his hand, walking to his house that was only a few streets away.

Before you both entered he stopped you and took your hands.

“Would you actually want to stay the night with me…?” he asks shyly.

“Of course,Ty. I would love to.”

And with that you entered the house where you were warmly welcomed, and you knew that your life was going to change for the better.

I'm convinced Jyn's entire character is symbolism for the Death Star

Listen, hear me out. So, when Chirrut meets Jyn for the first time on Jedha, he mentions turning in her necklace for a fortune. Then immediately afterwards he says, “the strongest stars have hearts of kyber.” Jyn has a necklace of a kyber crystal that lies on her chest. Jyn’s character is so strong and willing. She almost dies multiple times and ultimately has the guts to go to the council and tell them the entire rebel fleet should be on that beach. She knows without the plans, the rebellion is over. K2SO even says her behavior is surprising. On top of that, her nickname from her father is Stardust. Galen says he does everything to protect her. He places the plans of the Death Star under Stardust, knowing that she will be the one to discover it and know that’s the file. He rigged the reactor for her, to protect her. The Death Star brings destruction wherever it goes and every single one of Jyn’s rebellion friends die. Everyone. Jyn gets the plans and transmits them to the entire universe, to anyone who is listening. She’s the trap. She’s the rig. She’s the trigger that foils the entire Death Star. Not to mention, she literally turns to Stardust to protect the rebellion and to save the entire galaxy. She welcomes death. I am wholeheartedly convinced these aren’t coincidences. Jyn’s character is symbolism for the Death Star.

Cheaters (an EXO-K scenario)

I was wondering if you could maybe do a detailed written exo-k reaction to you finding out that they cheated on you? If that makes sense to you, sorry I have no other idea how to word this. Thank you~ I really love your blog and the dedication that you put into it <3 Keep doing what you’re doing! ◕‿◕

A/N: this might not be the best work I have produced, because today has been a terrible day, and also because this post just broke my heart by writing it. Some angst here. I hope you guys enjoy it though <3


You had called him to tell him you’d gotten off work early, and would be passing by his apartment to take him medicine, since he had called off your date tonight because he wasn’t feeling well. He awkwardly refused, and tried to convince you to stay away, claiming he might get you sick too, but you told him not to be silly, because you always enjoyed taking care of him.

You were far too happy to be able to see him to notice the nervousness in his voice, and how crisp and clear it sounded for someone who was supposed to be sick. You hummed your way up the stairs to his apartment, skipping every other step to try to get to his door faster.

You rang the bell, and waited patiently for your boyfriend to let you in. He opened the door, for you with a tense smile on his face, and his shirt stuck to his body from the sweat, which you assumed was caused by the sickness.

“I brought you medicine!” You happily exclaimed, holding up the bag of medicine you had just purchased for him. He forced a smile onto his lips, and thanked you for it.

“Do you need me to fix you anything to eat? Do you want soup? “You asked him, making your way over to the kitchen, pulling out ingredients from the fridge, and setting up a big pot to prepare soup for your boyfriend. He coughed a little, and you looked at him with pity, the poor thing was being so overworked by the company he had fallen prey to sickness.

While the water boiled, you took Suho’s hand, and walked him over to the living-room, helping him down onto the sofa, and telling him to stay there and wait for you to be done cooking his dinner, he smiled at you, but guilt clouded his thoughts.

That’s when you saw it, thrown across the room, was a pair of ripped, red lacy panties that you knew didn’t belong to you. Your mouth opened in the shape of an ‘o’. You turned to look at Suho, your eyes begging him to make up some explanation as to why those panties were there, but he remained silent, staring at you with eyes full of shame. You felt the tears stinging your eyes.

“Suho…” You choked his name out, tears now rolling down your cheeks. He felt his heart ache at the sight of you in pain, because although he had just committed the biggest stupidity of his life, and had enjoyed every second of it, he still had feelings for you, and couldn’t stand seeing you sad. He looked away in shame and guilt, unable to meet your pure and innocent gaze.

“Why?” You asked him, and he still couldn’t look you in the eyes. All you wanted to know was why. If he didn’t love you anymore, he should have told you so in the first place, instead of going behind your back and hurting you like this.

“I don’t know,” He muttered, staring at his hands on his lap. But he did know, he knew your relationship had become monotonous, and he looked for the thrill of new adventures, of change, and he knew his feelings for you had changed. He still loved you dearly, but he was no longer in love with you. You wiped your tears away with the back of your hand, before going over to the boiling water, and turning the stove off. You felt the flame of your love finally turn off with the click of the button.

Your heart felt a thousand times heavier than it had ever felt before, and it ached so much it was unbearable, but still, you stopped at Suho’s front door, and before walking out of his apartment, and in consequence, out of his life forever, you turned to him with a weak smile and said:

“Please don’t ever talk to me again. Let me forget you. Be happy” And walked away, your heart heavy with sorrow, but you had no regrets, and no bitterness. After all, all good things have to come to an end.


You noticed him distance himself from you, but you worked hard to convince yourself it was just the preparation for the new promo. It hurt you, more than you cared to say. You missed the old Baekhyun, the one from the start of your relationship, the one you fell in love with, the one who gifted you with roses just because it was Wednesday, the one who always tried to make you laugh, and sent you endless pictures and text messages in a day to make you smile and check up on you. Instead, right now, you had this cold hearted boyfriend, who didn’t care to call you for days, and when you called, would answer with short sentences, and a tone so flat Sehun would be jealous.

You had begun blaming yourself, maybe you were too boring, too ugly, too stupid, maybe you were too clingy, or maybe you expected too much from a relationship, and should learn to let go a little. You stared at yourself in the mirror trying to find flaws in yourself, trying to find what could possibly be pushing away your boyfriend like this.

Chanyeol noticed your suffering, and like the cute, sensitive puppy he is, he began to feel your pain too. He would observe you as you examined your face with a displeased expression on your face. He noticed how hurt and disappointed you were the day you showed up for practice, to bring Baekhyun his lunch, and he dismissed you coldly. He couldn’t take your pain anymore.

You see, Chanyeol is Baekhyun’s best friend, and he would kill and die for him, but what he was doing was wrong, incredibly wrong, and you deserved to know the truth, even if he had to tell you himself. The thing is, Chanyeol had started developing feelings for you way before Baekhyun had even thought of asking you out, but since you and Baekhyun seemed so happy, he couldn’t bring himself to take his two most loved persons’ happiness away.

Your pain hurt him, someone needed to put an end to it, give some sort of Euthanasia to your heart. So he called you over to the dorm one night he knew the guys would be out, and since you trusted him with your life, you didn’t think anything suspicious could happen. He led you through the door and sat you down on the sofa, dropping his body beside you heavily.

He sighed, he knew it was very likely that you wouldn’t want to talk to him either after he told you the truth, because he had been the one to break your heart, but he decided to be selfless, and go ahead with his plan anyway. He took both of your hands in his, and looked you straight in the eyes.

“Baekhyun is cheating on you” he spoke firmly, not breaking the eye contact. You gasped, although a part of you already expected this. Your hands began shaking, and on instinct Chanyeol gripped them tighter.

“Is that true?” You asked him, tears rolling down your cheeks, shattering on the ground the same your heart just had done. Chanyeol nodded, and you could see the pain and pity in the back of his eyes, and oddly enough, that hurt you more.

“I’m sorry… I just thought it would be fair to let you know….” He stuttered out, unsure now of his decisions, but you shook your head, your hands balling into fists, your knuckles turning white.

“It’s okay… Baek is your best friend, it must have taken a lot for you to tell me… I’m very thankful… You are a true friend Chanyeol” you choked out, trying to give him a smile through your tears, but you just looked like a wounded puppy. He felt his heart break, at the pain you were feeling. He leaned closer to you and hesitated, before wrapping his arms around you, holding you closer to him.

As soon as his skin came into contact with yours, something clicked inside you, and you began bawling, harsh sobs shaking your body, as your tears soaked his shirt. He wanted to take your pain for you, take it away, transfer it to himself, he didn’t care what, but he wanted it to be away from you.

You felt your heart shatter into a million pieces, you had been so stupid not to have noticed earlier. You held onto Chanyeol’s shirt with all your strength, desperately trying to hold onto something solid before you lost your mind. He held you close, a pair of silent tears sliding down the bridge of his nose, as he held your shaking frame.

You cried until you had no more tears to shed, and thanking Chanyeol once more, you took the necklace with the heart pendant Baekhyun had given you on Valentine’s day to represent you holding his heart forever, and handed it to Chanyeol.

“ Just give this back to him for me, yeah? Tell him I don’t want his lies anymore. Thanks for everything Chan, I’ll see you soon yeah?” you told him with a bitter smile, before walking out the door, hoping to never see Baekhyun again.


He waited nervously in his room at the dorm, hands fiddling with each other, twisting and turning on his lap, time slowly ticking by, making every second he waited for the doorbell to ring drag longer and longer.

He stared at the new, clean sheets on his bed, and remembered the ripped, burnt ones he had thrown away this morning in a frenzy of anger. He felt sick at the memory of them, physically sick, and he wished he could punch himself, beat himself up for being such an idiot, but the damage was already done, and there was nothing he could do to take it back.

He couldn’t remember anything from the previous night, he remembered taking a drink Sehun had handed him, and after that, his memory was black. All he knew was that the moment he opened his eyes in the morning, and stared at the stranger beside him, in his bed, he wanted to kill himself.  

He woke her up immediately, and asked her to leave, without even looking at her face, he wanted nothing to do with this woman. He hated himself right now. He could feel the bile creeping up his throat at the memory of her alone.

He considered the thought of keeping quiet, and never telling you about this, because what you didn’t know, couldn’t possibly hurt you, and the last thing he wanted was to lose you over a stupid mistake. But he knew that was wrong, and couldn’t take the guilt any longer, so he called you and asked you to come over.

You had no idea why your boyfriend was calling you at 8 am asking you to come to his dorm, but his tone told you it was urgent, and he was in distress, so you put your clothes on quickly, and as soon as you slipped your shoes on, you were on your way.

You unlocked the door with the spare key Chanyeol had given you a while back, and quickly made your way to his room, making as little noise as possible, knowing the other guys would probably still be asleep from their night out.

Chanyeol sat on his bed, his gaze glued to his lap until he noticed your presence in the room with his peripheral vision, and looked up at you with those precious puppy eyes glazed over with regret.

“I have something to confess” He told you abruptly, so you sat down next to him, and patiently waited for him to proceed. He took a deep breath.

“Last night, Sehun gave me a drink. I don’t remember anything that happened after, I promise. It is all a blank space no matter how hard I try to remember. But this morning, I woke up with a girl beside me, on my bed. I don’t know who she is. I didn’t even look at her face while she was here. I want you to know that I am incredibly sorry for having betrayed your trust like this, and I hate myself more than you could possibly imagine. I understand if you don’t want to forgive me, and leave to never come back, but I just wanted to confess to you, because I couldn’t keep this inside” He confessed, trying to get as many words in as fast as he could.

It took you by surprise, and you couldn’t deny you were hurt, disappointed and heart broken. You felt your heart break in half, and roll off your chest straight onto the floor. You shed a single salty tear, before looking up at him.

“I forgive you” You told him simply, with a smile. His eyes opened wide.

“What? Are you sure?” He asked you, not believing he deserved to be forgiven. You nodded.

“Why? I don’t deserve it” He spoke sincerely. It shattered your soul.

“Because I love you, and you confessed straight away. I know you feel sorry, so I forgive you. But please don’t do it again.”  You told him, and you tried to smile, but the tears had already started cascading down your face. He felt as if someone had punched him straight in the chest. He knew right then and there that you were too good for him, and he would never deserve anyone as good as you. But if you had forgiven him, he would make sure to never let you down again, no matter what.


The world had collapsed around you, crumbling down to pieces, leaving very few bits that could be salvaged.

You had just walked back home to the apartment you shared with your boyfriend D.O after a day of catching up with the girls. Unfortunately, one of them had received a call from her ex, who was supposed to be in charge of their child for the weekend, telling her the baby boy was in hospital, so your date with the girls had to be cut short.

You stared at the shoes on the door, and were surprised, D.O had told you he would be at the studio until late, so what was he doing back so early? You checked your phone for messages, but you had received none from him telling you he would be back any time soon. Something gave you a bad feeling, and you began bracing yourself.

You walked through your apartment, making as little sound as possible, until you reached your bedroom door. You could hear soft moaning coming from behind the door. The moaning of two different people. Your hand shot up towards your face, covering your mouth as you stood there, behind the closed door, completely horrified.

You extended your arm to get to the door knob, preparing yourself mentally for what you were going to see once you went into your room. As you turned the knob, you noticed your hands begin to shake. You closed your eyes tightly before entering your room. You heard a loud gasp, and your eyes shot open.

There he was, the man you had given over three years of your life to, hovering over some stupid girl’s body, staring at you like a deer caught in the headlights. The girl looked completely mortified, and you knew right away D.O hadn’t even told her about your existence. You felt anger boiling up inside you, because not only had he betrayed you the worst way a man can betray his girlfriend, but he had also lied to the poor girl underneath you to get her in bed.

“Y/N! You were supposed to be with the girls…” He said, still panting. Your eyes narrowed at him.

“And you were supposed to be at work. But I see you are a little busy here.” You sneered, pointing towards his awkward position on top of the girl, who sensing the awkwardness, decided to leave. She pushed D.O away angrily, and covered herself as best as she could while she picked her clothes up from the floor, and left the room, apologizing directly to you.

“Is that seriously all you have to say to me?” You asked him angrily, crossing your arms over your chest. You would deal with the heart break, and all the suppressed sadness you were feeling later, right now, you were livid.

“What do you want me to say? That I’m sorry?” he spat back, and it tore at your heart. You were surprised, shocked, confused. He had never been like this to you before, it was like suddenly he had turned into a whole different person, where was your cute, shy, adorable little boyfriend? What happened to that man?

“There isn’t anything left to say Kyungsoo. What I saw was pretty clear.” You replied coldly, before reaching under your bed and grabbing a large suitcase. He watched you open it, and begin filling it with as many of your belongings as you could, a panic expression flashing across his face.

“Wait Y/N! What are you doing? Why are you packing, you don’t need to leave!” He exclaimed, his hand reaching over to stop yours from packing. You forcefully drew your hand back, and glared at him.

“No, but I want to. I don’t think I can stay in this house any longer. I will be staying at a friend’s for a while. Don’t come to look for me, I don’t want to see your face ever again, and don’t bother apologizing, because I’m honestly never going to forgive you” You growled at him, zipping the suitcase up, and dragging it off the bed. You stared at him, his eyes open wide as he looked at you, the realization of what he had done suddenly dawning on him.

“No… Y/N…” he softly called your name, his hand grabbing your arm trying desperately to pull you back. You turned to look at him with daggers in your eyes, and pulled the promise ring he had gifted you on your first anniversary. You looked at it for a second, suddenly three years worth of relationship flashed across your eyes, and you realized you wasted your time. You gripped it tightly in the palm of your hand, before throwing it at him.

“I won’t be needing this anymore” You hissed, your voice breaking slowly as the tears finally began to fall. He called your name, but you had already walked out the door.  You got into your car, and began hitting the steering wheel as you let out a heart breaking cry, tears falling fast. You grabbed your phone as quickly as you could, and dialed the number of the one person you know would help you, and take you in, at least until you could find your own place.

“Baek-Baekhyun? I need you….”


You were curled up on your sofa, a small ball of self-pity and pain, crying your eyes out, while you clutched your phone tightly in your hands, your knuckles turning white. Your phone was open on twitter, and on your screen was a picture of your boyfriend Kai, kissing another girl. The picture wasn’t of the highest quality, but it was unmistakable, their bodies tightly held together, eyes closed, and lips linked to each other.

You felt as if someone had ripped your heart out of your chest, and smashed it against the floor, breaking into a million tiny pieces, to then stamp all over them. You couldn’t breathe, your chest felt constricted, and the tears wouldn’t stop flowing. You’d never felt so much pain in your life. You had to admit you were fascinated by the human body, and how it could transfer the grief you felt in your heart, to actual physical pain. You felt like you were dying.

You didn’t know what to do, you were in love with Kai, you had been for the past 2 years, how were you supposed to give up on it all? How were you supposed to forget all the things you had done together, everything you had been through? But then again, how could you ever forgive him?

You’d given him all your trust, and he had broken it, just like he had broken your heart. You believed in him, you had handed him your heart wholly, for him to just toy with it like he had done, like it meant nothing to him, like you meant nothing to him. It broke you, in more ways than you wanted to admit.

You felt the vibration of your phone in your hands before the name popped up on the screen, you were receiving a call from Sehun. You deliberated for a second, trying to decide whether to answer or not. On one side, you were not only in complete agony, and didn’t want to see anyone, but you were also embarrassed due to the whole situation, but on the other hand, Sehun was your best friend, your confidant, your better half, and right now you needed him. So you accepted the call.

“Y/N….” He spoke softly, and you knew by his tone he had already seen the pictures, and was calling to make sure you were okay.

“Hey…” you replied with a sniffle, and you heard his breathing stop. You could just imagine the little wrinkles creasing his forehead as he became upset. He hated seeing you sad, he hated seeing you in pain, and he absolutely hated knowing you were upset and he wasn’t there to make you feel better again. Honestly, sometimes you got the impression he cared more about you than Kai ever did.

“Are you alright?” He asked, his tone cautions. You wanted to scoff, how could you be fine? You just got cheated on, and not only that, but the whole world had been witness to your betrayal and humiliation. He took your silence as a negative answer.

“Y/N… is it okay if I come over right now?” He asked, and you agreed, desperate for some comfort. He hung up and quickly drove to your apartment. He let himself in with the spare key you had given him, and walked up to your curled up frame, plopping down next to you on the sofa.

He put his hand on your back, feeling the way your body shook with each sob, and he felt his heart shatter. He threw his body on top of yours, and held you tightly. He felt tears start to build up in his eyes, but he blinked them away, right now he had to be strong for you. You stayed like that for a while, until you felt like you had no more tears to shed.

You sat up, Sehun’s arms around you, and you looked into his eyes. Suddenly, a wave of emotions rushed through you: betrayal, hurt, anger, sadness, and an unquenchable thirst for revenge. You slowly began leaning forward, your face inching closer to Sehun’s and his eyes widened. He stuttered your name out, trying to move back, but you shut him up with your lips on his. You kissed him harshly, hungrily, taking your anger and pain out on Sehun’s lips, who replied just as hungrily and desperately, like he was dreading he was in a dream and was about to wake up.

You were angry, you were sad and you felt hurt, and right now, you just wanted to feel loved, and to get revenge. You knew this was wrong, were you just using Sehun? Did you have hidden feelings for him you never knew about? Were you going to lose your best friend because of this stupid rash decision making?

You didn’t care. You began removing your clothes, with your lips still attached to this, and Sehun wanted to stop you, he really did want to, because he too knew this was wrong, and that you were doing it out of spite, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop you. He had dreamed about this moment so many nights before, and in his heart he believed he truly did deserve you more than Kai ever did. So he gave into you, into your body, into your desires.

You cuddled with him on the sofa after, and you smiled, feeling his bare skin on yours, his body and yours sharing the warmth you produced, until you heard the doorbell. Sehun looked at you questioningly, but you shrugged. The bell rang again, so you unwillingly got up, and threw your clothes back on, before walking towards the door. Sehun slipped his boxers and pants on, before walking behind you.

You opened the door, to see a very flustered and guilty looking Kai. “I can explain” he said quickly. You shook your head at him.

“There is nothing to explain. I saw those pictures. You said you were at the studio. You lied. And you cheated. There is nothing left to explain Jongin. We are over. We were over the minute you put your lips on that girl.” You spat at him with a flat face, in an attempt to show him how you no longer cared about him. Just when he was about to open his mouth to apologize and reason with you, he noticed a shirtless Sehun standing behind you, looking a little guilty, and a little angry at the same time, and his eyes widened. He felt a pang of pain shoot through his heart, and realized that  he got what he deserved. He felt tears begin to prickle his eyes, as his lips shaped into an ‘o’.

“Oh… Okay… I understand… I’m sorry Y/N… I really am.” He spoke, before turning back on his heels and walking away, wiping his face with his sleeve. As soon as he was out of sight, you closed the door and slid your body down it. You sat on the floor, crying your eyes out, but Sehun was there at an instant, holding you close, and kissing the top of your head.

“Thank you for being here Sehun….” You sobbed. He smiled sadly.

“Anything for you Y/N… always”


You lay in bed, messaging your best friend Xiumin, while you waited for your boyfriend to come out of the shower. You could hear the water running, as your boyfriend happily sang one of his band’s songs. You smiled to yourself, before resuming texting Xiumin back.

Xiu-Oppa: You should have come round tonight, it’s pretty boring without you, and Chen’s being a pest
You: I know, I’m sorry I had to cancel, but Sehun decided to have a movie night last minute…
Xiu-Oppa: I know, I know, you two lovebirds want couple time blablabla. But I miss you too you know?
You: Oppaaaa I miss you too and you know it! I promise I will see you very soon too!
Xiu-Oppa: You better! Anyway, I’ll let you enjoy your “Alone time” with Sehunnie.
You: Oppaaa! Stop embarrassing me! I’ll see you soon <3
Xiu-Oppa: See you soon little one

You smiled at the texts, you really had taken a liking to the older boy ever since Sehun introduced you guys. He always treated you kindly, and you loved how he could act both incredibly adorable, and impressively mature. He was always there to help you out and give you advice, and he made sure Sehun never treated you wrong. You had so much in common with the boy, sometimes you felt like you were meant to be friends.

You heard Sehun’s phone begin to vibrate from the bedside table, and although you tried to ignore it the first few times, the messages kept coming through, so you decided it must be something of great importance. You rolled over to his side of the bed, and grabbed the phone, unlocking it with ease, and going straight to his inbox. You had always had Sehun’s code, and he always had yours, it was a matter of trust, and he often had you read him the texts he received from the guys, so you didn’t think it would be any different this time.

You were wrong. You opened the texts to see some very suggestive texts from a girl you recognized as a trainee. You scanned over them, scrolling up to read a few equally flirtatious texts from Sehun. You felt yourself start to break, but it wasn’t until you read something about a kiss that your heart shattered completely. You felt as if you’d just been stabbed in the heart repeatedly with a blunt butter knife. Your heart had been ripped to shreds.

You didn’t notice the water stop running, and Sehun come out of the bathroom covered by only a towel.

“Hey babe… what’s wrong?” He asked you, and you turned to look at him, betrayal and hurt written all over your face.

“What’s this Sehun?” you asked him, showing him his own phone with the texts on the screen. He stared at you with guilt in his eyes.

“I… I can explain.” He stuttered over his own words. You just kept staring, expecting him to continue. He saw a single tear roll down your cheek, and he felt his heart begin to ache.

“I… She doesn’t mean anything to me. I don’t know what I was thinking. It was all innocent flirting at first, but she kissed me and… I didn’t stop her. I swear nothing more happened. I promise you that’s the only thing that happened. After that, I couldn’t deal with the guilt. I haven’t seen her, or talked to her since. I realized you are my one and only. I know it sounds stupid, and crazy, but please believe me. Please….” He begged, falling to his knees, wrapping his arms around your legs.

You pulled away from him, slightly disgusted.

“Was I not enough for you that you had to flirt with another girl?” You hissed at him, shaking your head as you backed away from him.

“No! I love you Y/N! That meant nothing to me, she means nothing to me. Please believe me! Nothing else happened, it was just a stupid meaningless kiss… Please I beg you…  Please forgive me…” He begged while thick salty tears fell down his face like a waterfall. You wiped your own tears with the tips of your fingers, and shook your head at him.

“I… I think I should go” You speak, before quickly grabbing a small backpack and stuffing a few items of clothing and other important objects in it. Sehun panicked, he rushed to you and grabbed your body forcefully, wrapping you up in his arms tightly, refusing to let go.

“NO! Please don’t go Y/N! Please don’t leave me! Please don’t break up with me, I promise it won’t happen ever again. I promise” He begged, his voice shaky from the fear and pain he was feeling. He began bawling against you, holding you so tight you thought you had stopped breathing. You unwrapped his arms from yourself, and pushed him away, grabbing your backpack.

“I’m not breaking up with you Sehun, but I need some time to think about all of this. To decide whether I can forgive you or not. I’ll be back in a few days, and we can talk about it better.” You told him coldly, because you knew your heart had already forgiven him, I mean, how could you live without him? But your brain hadn’t. Your brain still told you he needed to suffer and pay for what he had done.

“Where are you going to stay?” He choked out, his voice breaking from all the crying. You looked up at him, deciding whether you should tell him or not.

“With Xiumin.” You stated simply, before turning away from him, and walking straight out of the door, leaving a heart broken Sehun crying alone on your bedroom door, regretting everything he had done, and terrified that he might be about to lose you, not only because of his stupid actions, but also he might lose you to his hyung. Deep down, he had always had suspicions that Xiumin’s feelings towards you weren’t only friendly.

Time Flies (Newt Scamander X Reader)

Requested: Yes

Anon: could you write an imagine where newt takes the reader on a really romantic date (you can totally interpret that to what newt would wanna do as a date)

Word Count: 859

A/N: Here it is! Sorry, it’s a little shorter than my other ones, I hope that’s alright! Enjoy!


You sit on a couch, wearing a simple, but elegant black dress, anxiously staring at the clock.

5:58 pm

Two more minutes. Newt would be here in two minutes. You twirl your necklace with your fingers, wishing that time would speed up.

“Wow, you look nice!” Queenie says, slipping beside you on the couch. You smile, brushing your hair back with your hand. “Going out with Newt? You two deserve it, you’ve been working so hard lately. He’s coming at six right? Well have fun!”

You hadn’t realized that you had opened your mouth to tell her about everything before she read your mind. You loved having a Legilimens as a friend.

5:59 pm

Your heart flutters rapidly in your chest and you eagerly await Newt’s arrival. Queenie was still at your side smiling, your happiness reflecting off of her.

6:00 pm

A knock on the door. You spring up from your seat and skip to the door, swinging it wide open. There, on the doorstep stood Newt, looking as handsome and dapper as ever.

His eyes skimmed your body, admiring you and what you were wearing and his face lights up, with happiness and a tint of red.

“Wow,” he breathes. “You look bloody gorgeous.”

You playfully raise an eyebrow at him and his eyes widen and a hand flies to his mouth.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I-” he starts to ramble uncontrollably but you laugh, and he stops and gives you a shaky smile.

“Newt, we’ve been together for 11 months now, I can handle the compliments.” you wink, taking his arm. “Let’s go! Bye Queenie!”

Newt leads you down the stairs and Queenie watches the two of you leave, a tiny smile on her face.


“I hope this will do, it was very last minute. I was lucky enough to get a spot reserved.” Newt says, pulling out your chair like a gentleman. You were at a fancy restaurant in the heart of New York, the smell of exquisite meals wafting through the air.

He sits across from you and you take his hand.

“It’s more than enough. Thank you.”

The food was delicious, but nothing compared to feeling of just being in each other’s presence.


“I can’t believe you gave the waiter galleons!” you say laughing and Newt smiles.

“He accepted them anyways, he’ll never figure out what they are, don’t worry I won’t expose us again. Besides, he shouldn’t be complaining, they’re made of gold after all.”

You continue to laugh, remember the waiter’s puzzled expression and Newt’s pleading one.

“So, I don’t have anything else planned for tonight,” Newt admits. “Do you want to do anything?”

“I want to go in your case.” you say eagerly, your eyes shining with excitement.

“Are you sure? We spend most of our time in there on a daily basis.”

“Newt, I’m positive. Your case is where we fell in love, the place that makes me feel accepted and at home, especially with you. I wouldn’t trade a second in that case for an eternity outside of it.”


Hours pass as the two of you wander through the world inside the case, playing with the creatures that you came across, caring for them and so forth. It was perfect and you enjoyed every second of it. You were enjoying yourself so much that you didn’t even realize how late it had gotten.

“Hello Pickett,” you coo, creating a jungle gym with your fingers for the little Bowtruckle.
You suddenly yawn, trying to blink back the feeling of drowsiness. Newt, noticing this, bounds over, gently plucking Pickett out of your hands and attempting to coax him to go return with the others.
In the end Pickett won and Newt placed him on his shoulder before scooping you up in his arms and carrying you back to his shed, your legs dangling in mid air.

“I’m not going to cut this date short by going to sleep.” you mumble stubbornly, rubbing your face against his chest.

“(Y/N), it’s very late, I think it’s time to call it a day.”

He refuses to let you down and you no longer fight it, sleep clearly evident on your face.
He kicks open the door to his shed and gently sets you down on a pile of blankets next to his desk that was piled with stray papers.

“Sleep,” he says tenderly, brushing hair out of your face. You grab his hand as he turns to leave.

“Alright,” he sighs lovingly, lying down next to you and wrapping his strong arms around you. “Now sleep.”

“Newt, the date; it was perfect. Thank you.” you say, desperately trying to keep your eyelids open.

“You’re perfect.”

He pulls you in closer and you nod, no longer trying to fight it, you let sleep consume you.

How funny it is that hours ago I was wishing for time to speed up, when now all I want for it is to stop, so we can stay in this moment forever, you think as you fell into a deep slumber. Oh, how time flies…


As always, thanks so much for reading!

Christmas with the RFA.

//Personally my family doesn’t celebrate christmas anymore but it’s still one of my favorite times of the year!! It’s always cozy and everyone’s so happy ♡(。-ω-)

V is not added because this got too long. But I swear i’ll make a separate post for him sometime later!

Minifics. Very long post, read under the cut. Didnt reread for mistakes, sorry if there is any!

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The Art Of Being Human- V(Angst)

Originally posted by ruinedbybts

A million ways to die. Only 1 way to love.  

Req: can u pls pls do an angst scenario!!! w any member heheh but a happy ending pls!!! maybe he cheated or something!:)

A/N: Tried a little something new guys, cry with me pls. Enjoy~

24 Hours. 1140 Minutes. 86400 Seconds. 

That’s how long it’s been since I got the phone call. 

Since I’d turned my face, stained with tears and smudged in makeup towards the open window to see the moon. An eclipsed brightness barely illuminating the night sky with its holy craters, and taking a sharp notice of how it looked like it was laughing at me, mocking me, stripping me of the rest of my morality. 

Of my humanity.

48 hours ago.

I gave him a hug at the door, kissed him, told him I loved him. He’d been working such late hours and how was I supposed to know it was for reasons far from what he told me they were. That instead of paperwork and sighs, he was enjoying pleasure and sex, things he said he didn’t need from me.

He said he only needed my love, not my body.

Only my words, not my moans.

He only needed me.

How naiive of me to believe him.

36 Hours Ago.

He’d called me during ‘work’, telling me he’d have to pull another fifteen hour shift.

“I’m sorry baby.” He said, sounding sincere, shuffling with something I assumed was paperwork on his desk.

“It’s okay, Taehyung.” I’d forced a smile though he couldn’t see, hanging up to find myself on the counter with nothing to do and nowhere to go. 

So half naked in my lingerie, slamming the container of Tae’s favorite whip cream to the floor, I begin breaking down in a sloppy mess, crying as I try to pleasure myself like Tae does.

It’s funny how I feel alone without him, but more alone when I’m with him.   

Funny how when I slide a finger into myself, wet with tears and not arousal, that I can pretend it’s him so easily because when he is there it’s like he’s not. When he buries his head in the valley between my breasts or rose between my thighs he always seems to be somewhere else, licking and nipping and eating but not tasting. 

I stick my finger through the sweet flesh of my lips, delirious and high off of heartbreak as I murmur things about myself I wish Taehyung would say, things he once did, but now doesn’t. I let the sweet taste linger on my tongue for hours, not wanting to eat so as to not wash it down.

If Taehyung couldn’t taste me, then maybe I could for the both of us.

24 Hours Ago

Perhaps I counted the hours he was gone to pass the time, to calm myself as minute by minute slipped by like grains of sand in an hourglass, the side he used to fill getting smaller and smaller while I can only fill.

My phone rang at 12:47 at night, Taehyung’s voice on the other end startling me into a standing position. 

“Tae?” I asked, brows furrowing as I heard someone moan on the other end, a high pitched whining sound and Taehyung asking in that low voice of his if she liked it.

She moaned again and despite my disgust I felt lust more than anything, wanting to be in that room and under Taehyung and have him say that to me, have me call him Daddy and pull on my hair as I came.

I don’t know what happened to the first months of our relationship, the trust, the loyalty, the passion.  

But it’s human nature to keep counting.

So I counted to five and hung up the phone, kneeling down on the kitchen floor to wipe up the day old whipping cream from the slick marble, getting the tile glossy clean before pressing my face against it and counting.

One, Two Three…

12 Hours Ago

I fucking hate the moon. Every time I look out the kitchen window it’s night. And every time that goddamn moon is grinning at me like the Cheshire Cat, pretending that this is fucking wonderland instead of the shit face reality that my boyfriend cheated on me.

And that he has been for months of said ‘work overtime’.

And that all the things I thought were true about him weren’t.

I should’ve known when he wasn’t getting paid more, should’ve known when I found a used condom in his pocket and a lock of long hair stuck to his jeans, should’ve known when I called in to his work when he didn’t pick up, only to have them tell me he wasn’t there. Should’ve fucking known when he came home each overtime night with a present, chocolates, or flowers, or necklaces, spewing off things about forever that he obviously didn’t believe as he fucked some other girl while I was waiting for him.

But I know I’d take him back still. If he showed up at my door and said he was sorry, I’d hold him in my arms again, fragile heart welcoming his stitches so he can sew me back together, even though I know every time he leaves they will be ripped out, heart and sinew spilling from my chest and staining his hands.


I open the door, knuckles bloody and cracked from throwing bricks towards a Cheshire Cat in the sky, looking up to find him, crying and broken and staring at me with the saddest expression I’ve ever seen on his normally bright face.

Perhaps it’s a mirage, a concoction my mind created to soothe this sort of twisted agony inside of me, where I know it hurts but don’t know why. Where he says what I need him to so I can put on my lingerie once more and start over.  

We stand face to face, lies out in the open as he begins to rush on about how stupid he was, about how much he loves me and how much he needs me in his life. He gets to his knees on the cold concrete of my front porch, clasping his hands together as if he’s a desperate beggar, saying two golden words.

“I’m sorry.”

I inhale. Exhale. Count to ten.

“I suppose it’s just human nature.”

When I feel like it sucked omg that was’t even a happy ending im so brain dead im sorry guys. Much love though, as always~

~Admin Eggplant

anonymous asked:

Hey Caitlyn, for at least a moment can we pretend that you are my big sister and we are sitting on my bed eating chocolate, talking about how we feel? I just really need someone to give me all the secrets there are to being unapologetic, I am on an exchange year, and I am still so young for a nostalgia this crushing that sometimes I smell my heart burning, and I just really really really need someone to tell me that I am my own independent being and that this is my life to live.

In almost any place, you can find a small spot of earth that is quiet and that can be made yours. Every time you leave home for somewhere strange and unfamiliar, try to find this place. Write down each one. When your feet land back home, if they ever do, string together the quiet spots. Like a little necklace of memories. Now, wherever you go, you can keep collecting them. They’ll start to get worn and a little rusty, maybe, around your neck, like they’ve been lived in for a long time. And you’ll feel okay. The nostalgia won’t ache so much. You’ll know where you’ve been because you carry it with you, now.
Love you, little one. Be safe out there. I’m here when you need me.


Hi anon,

Thank you so much for this trilogy request/ask, i loved writing it and i hope you like reading them! If you want to read the other two parts, here are Part One and Part Two


The Boy You Knew:

You were in Seattle when the text came in, a simple two worded message from your mother.

Come home.  You didn’t know what it meant but the more you looked at those eight letters, the more your heart raced. Something was wrong, you could feel it. So you excused yourself from the meeting, stuttering a family emergency that your boss seemed to understand. You raced to your apartment, grabbing the duffle bag and shoving clothing into the bag all the while ringing your mom. She didn’t pick up.  Your heart was hammering now, mouth drying with all the possible scenarios that pooled your head. None of them ended well. 

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Inspired by @queerseth

Ezekiel Jones hated Narrows. Short for “Straight and Narrow,” pristine and polished goody two-shoes, always on the right side of the law, the side Ezekiel liked to visit every once in awhile like coming home for the holidays to remind you what you absolutely do not miss. 

Jake Stone was a Narrow. Always saying, “Ezekiel, don’t do this; don’t do that.” Perhaps in time he could be corrupted, but he’d have to do something about that stick up his ass first. 

Cassandra, though. That had come as a shock to him, learning Ms. Perfect Manners and Morals wasn’t actually so polished after all. She slipped a stolen necklace around his neck - magic, no less, magic Flynn and Baird and Jake had made her promise not to use - and took his heart as payment. 

“Come back to me,” she whispered, kissing his lips softly. “And never tell the others I stole the magic necklace.”

Originally posted by sheldony

Prompt: How about buying Bones a bunch of alcohol for Christmas and he’s really excited but also really worried you’re gonna get in trouble for possession of forbidden goods?? And he gets you like a really pretty necklace or something that reminded him of the stars and subsequently reminded him of you? Thanks in advance if you do 😊 xx
Word Count: 462
Author’s Note: If you try to add a tumblr gif to a post by typing in “The Loft” you find almost exclusively Karl Urban gifs…not complaining just spreading the joy

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Necklace : Gajevy

(So I found this idea and I’ve decided to do it for all the couples. Starting with the best tho)

Ever since Levy could remember, she wore her half necklace. And never once had it felt warm against her skin. Every day she would run her fingers over the oddly shaped upside down L and hope that it would become warm. Part of her was sure that it was broken. The other part just hoped that her soul mate was really special.

The one time she would have never expected to feel the heat from the necklace was during the Phantom Lord attack on Fairy Tail. The necklace lit up hotter than anything should could ever remember. After that the necklace stayed a warm heat as though her soul mate was right around the corner.

The girl had hoped it would be the dragon slayer she was falling in love with but he never mentioned it to her. Also she had never even seen a necklace around his neck. Maybe Gajeel already found his mate and something happened.


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