ok so let me explain you what actually happens in these gifs:

Locked Up

Can you do a reaction to getting locked in the school overnight with your crush, the bad boy, BTS

These are more like scenarios if anything but I still hope that it was close to what you wanted, and I apologize for taking so long to post this

[Gifs do not belong to me, all credit goes to rightful owners]


Originally posted by simondismydaddy

Being locked up in school isn’t great. Especially when it’s dark. And alone. Well at least you were until you ran into namjoon, the bad boy of the school and honestly you were thinking that it possibly couldn’t get any better. You liked him and now you were alone with him. He seemed quite surprised to see you out of all people in school so late. Namjoon did know you, kinda, since he sees you in like half his classes and getting the sense that you weren’t ok with being alone he dragged you along to an empty classroom. Great. The whole time you two were in there you personally felt like you were about to explode. Yeah, he made you swoon that much. “So why are you stuck in here?” his head tilts a bit and his gaze meets yours. “I could ask you the same thing,” he smirks a little and pick his head back up, still looking into your eyes. “Fell asleep in class, and the teacher didn’t bother to wake me up.” The way he rolled his eyes told pretty much what he thought of his teacher. “Now you tell me your story.” “Well lets just say last minute restroom breaks aren’t a good idea,” you chuckled awkwardly as he grinned. He opened his mouth to speak but the lights of the room turned off and you instantly cuddled yourself into namjoon without a second thought. After realizing this you blushed muttering a quick sorry and pulled back from him but he put his around you and kept you close. “It’s ok, I don’t mind holding you.”


Originally posted by beagletae

You never thought you’d get detention, you weren’t perfect but you never did anything wrong, and you didn’t think that detention would be the reason you’d be locked up in school. It was already dark and school was already scary enough you didn’t need this. Seokjin soon came along when you found him asleep in one of the schools closets, and all because he wanted alone time. The whole time you guys talked and just strolled the dimly lit halls which was a little more comforting with him. He might of been the bad boy but he was actually pretty nice. Being with him in a situation like this just made being locked in school not so bad. “You know how I got stuck here, what’s your story?” “Detention,” you groaned slightly. “Oh someone’s been naughty,” he says teasingly making you blush. “I didn’t do anything bad, my teacher is just strict, and he ‘forgot’ that I was there and left me.” You grumbled under your breath and jin laughed a little when seeing you puff your cheeks out of irritation. “Ah, cute,” he mumbles to himself. “Hey well on the bright side you’re stuck with me,” he winks at you and you swear you stopped breathing for two seconds. “Yeah, I’m with you,” you smiled.


Originally posted by minniesuga

You weren’t all that surprised when you realized that you were locked in. It’s what you get for hiding away to ditch you’re last hour only because you were trying to avoid your crush. New seating charts aren’t  that all great because now you sit right next to him. And at the moment you thought you were screwed because he suddenly popped up decided to tag along with you at some point even though he seemed to pay no mind to you. You were already hating life at the moment and you were hating it even more because he was here alone with you and you knew you were going to embarrass yourself at some point. The cafeteria was left unlocked so you sat across from each other in silence and glancing at each other every now and then to. Perfect, you thought. I’m not doing anything and I’m already embarrassing, you mentally slapped yourself as you tried avoiding eye contact with yoongi. “So you weren’t in class today,” he says and you finally look at him, but he was staring at his hands. “Why not?” his eye looked up and you looked down again and blushed. “I-I wasn’t feeling it today,” you say. “Just for that class?” he raises a brow. “I mean- well-  no it’s just,” you groaned and your hands rubbed at your face making yoongi chuckle. “You don’t gotta explain it’s fine,” your eyes meet with his now and he smiles slightly. “Just don’t skip it next time, it’s lame when you’re gone.”


Originally posted by jeonsshi

So you’re in school, and it’s way past school hours. And you’re also alone…in the dark…and locked in. What could go wrong? To say were scared was an understatement. You were terrified and who wouldn’t be when you’re stuck in school at night. You were sure you were going to die in here, it was the perfect set up for a horror flick. When you heard a sudden bang you screamed and another scream followed, a scream that wasn’t yours. “God you scared me!” Hoseok huffed and held his hand to his chest. You stared at him relieved that you weren’t the only one her now but also wondering why he was here. “S-sorry I didn’t mean to,” you rubbed your arm sheepishly. “It’s fine, kinda my fault to since I dropped that trash can back there,” he points behind him and laugh. You couldn’t help but giggle “and how did that happen?” Hoseok stood by you now with a shy expression. “Don’t tell anyone but I got a little freaked out and ended up running into it.” You smirked a bit and cross your arms “the famous bad boy, Jung Hoseok, was scared?” you said dramatically. “Yeah, yeah whatever you were even more scared you screamed like you were about to die,” “Well because I thought I was,” you shared a laugh before he gently held your forearm and smiled as you felt the heat rush to your cheeks. Good thing it was dark. “Maybe we should stay close just in case anything else happens,” “O-ok”


Originally posted by gotjimin

Never in your life did you ever think you’d be stuck in a dark room alone with your crush jimin. Well of course you have. And it was happening, but not the way you thought (you dirty person you;)) You were in a dark room alright but that room was the janitors closet…at school…locked in. Now you didn’t know this would happen you were just trying to hide away from the douches that were bugging you. Jimin was hiding away to but that’s for a whole other reason and apparently he had the same idea as you. He startled you as he swung open the door and slipped in with no questions asked. He shut the door and quickly put his ear against it and just as you were about to say something you felt his hands roam around your shoulders then your face before cover your mouth and bringing your head to his chest. “Stay quiet,” he says, ear still pressed against the door. Seconds past and you squirmed out of his grasp “what are yo-” “shh!” you sigh “what are you doing?” you whispered. Jimin stayed there for a moment before leaning away from the door and turned around to face what he assumed to be you. “I was running away from a friend of mine,” “why?” “I pranked  him, and I got him good this time.” You couldn’t see but you knew he was grinning ear to ear. “Who are you by the way?” he asks. “Oh y/n, not sure if you know me but we have the same history class.” He stood silently for a second. “Do you have your phone?” “Yeah, why?” “Turn on the flashlight so I can see you.” You did as you were told and it wasn’t until you turned on the light you realized how close he was. You dropped your phone out of surprise and you both reached for it. At that very moment there was a click. “Did you hear that?” You got up and jiggled the knob only to groan when realizing that you were locked in. “Well were stuck in here,” you huffed and hit you back against the door. Jimin had the light on you and he giggled suddenly. “W-what?” you were beginning to blush. “Nothing, you’re just cute when you’re angry,” “B-but I’m not,” what was he saying? “well, you’re still cute.”


Originally posted by taedamn

When taehyung asked you to help him out with studying after school you were quite happy and took the offer. How could say no to him? Yes he’s the bad boy but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t strive for good grades. Plus you liked him so you were down to help him out. But there you were, by the classroom two hours after the last bell had rung waiting on taehyung to show up. A few more minutes, you thought. And after those few minuets you already made your down the hall. Of course he didn’t show, you scoffed to yourself. You found yourself at the main entrance just about to push open the doors when you hear your name being called. “Hey where are you going?” “Home,” you said a bit harshly. “Why? I thought you were gonna help me out?” he pouted almost. “I was but then you showed up tow hours late and I have to be home.” There was really no reason to be mad but if was gonna be busy before hand he should’ve said something! You tried pushing open the door but it wouldn’t budge so you tried the other one but to no avail it didn’t open either. Taehyung then went in to help but that didn’t work. “We’re stuck in here,” he said all too calmly. “Stuck!?” you eyes widened. “As in we’re locked in here?!” You ended up going through the whole school just to get out but everything was locked. Eventually you gave up and sat in a hall hugging your knees. Taehyung looked at you and really couldn’t help but think it was his fault (really wasn’t) and sat by you. “It’s not so bad y/n, I’m here,” he smiles at you and you sigh and return a slanted smile. “Well I hope you’re good company,” you joked. “I guess to pass the time we can study?” you say unsurely. Taehyung smirks suddenly and his eyes lock with yours. “I have a better Idea.”

(you played hide and seek you nasties) 


Originally posted by jungkookpresent

You just wanted to work in peace and quiet get finished early so you could take a nap but no~ jungkook kept throwing wads of paper into your hair and bugged you anyway he could. And here you thought that sitting right in front of him was a blessing. (Still kinda is I mean he notices you) You tried to stop him but he wouldn’t have it and you were slowly becoming more and more irritated. You were a time bomb and any little thing at that moment could make you explode. Jungkook, of course, helped with that when he poked your back making you yelp and scream at him for not leaving you alone. And now your here. Stuck in a class room tired and annoyed. “C'mon I already said I was sorry,” he kneels in front of your desk with his arms resting on it and head sitting over them looking up at you with his big brown eyes. You rolled your eyes and avoided any eye contact with the boy. “Sorry isn’t gonna take me home now is it.” It was his turn to roll his eyes. “Why must you hate me so,” “I don’t, you just irritate me,” you said bluntly. “So you do like me,” he beamed. You choked on your own air and the blood instantly rushed to your cheeks. Jungkook laughed at your reaction letting himself fall to the ground and just kinda roll there in laughter. You glared at him with your now rosy cheeks and stood up from your seat and made your way to the door. “W-Where you goin’?” He scrambled to pick himself up from the floor and raced to the door to block you from it. “Home I don’t want to be here,” “Aw, I was only joking you seriously can’t be mad, plus you can’t just leave.” “whatever,” you moved him out of the way and reached to turn the knob but it was locked. You groan and tried the other one but you were met with the same fate. A locked door. “Great, Just great!” “Locked?” “What do you think?” He comes near you again leaving you trapped against the door. “Well if that’s the case, I have a way to make you forgive me.”

Hope you liked it😊

and again I’m sorry this took awhile it’s been a busy week and I couldn’t really work on anything.

Much love~💖

putaambigua  asked:

Hello! So, I love your blog and I've been reading your Top 5's since yesterday (ididnotsleep). Would you make a Top 5 reasons why to/you ship kurootsukki, please? Btw, would you mind explaining what being "extra" means? Pardon my ignorance, please and thanks in advance(◡‿◡✿)❤︎

Hi my dear, thank you for liking the Top 5s this much!!! I’m !!!!!!!!!! (*°▽°*)
The definition of extra is really easy: it’s an over the top, excessive, and overall dramatic behavior :)

We all know that Kurotsuki is not iwaoi, kagehina, or bokuaka, it’s actually a very well fanmade ship, the canon gave us some material but us fans are “trapped” in the mental image we created about their relationship. That being said, as a writer I found them a very interesting couple because:

1. They bring out hidden sides of each other. They’re so different and yet so similar. Kuroo with his outgoing and flirty personality, Tsukishima with his cool and collected self. But, to their much annoyance, when they’re together they’re able to erase each other’s always perfect confidence, to make the other feel things when they really don’t feel things, to make the world shine with brighter and unknown colors. They’re the definition of ride or die. It’s not a sweet and quite way of discovering each other, it’s a endless tug of war, it’s teasing, it’s fighting, it’s yelling, it’s silence, it’s miscommunication, it’s flirting, it’s needing, it’s wanting, it’s loving. It’s everything, to the most exaggerated extent ever. The fact that they’re able to show it, it’s a complete different story. 

Originally posted by iamaxiezze

2. They have a lot to learn from each other. Ok let’s talk canon here. If there’s a person who affected Tsukishima’s blocking style, that person is Kuroo Tetsurou himself. If Bokuto was the one to move his motivation, Kuroo went out of his way to teach everything he could to Tsukki and Tsukki incredibly let himself be guided my him, watched him closely even when they were not practicing together, absorbing every single advice he gave, even when it wasn’t directed to him. On the other side, Tsukishima taught Kuroo that his provocations can truly hurt people, that maybe there are other and smartest ways to make people react, that his provocations can fail and even hurt someone. They can make each other grow, and that’s beautiful.

Originally posted by sarapyon

3. They have an excellent sexual tension. They are hands down the hottest couple to write smut for. They are equally teasing and dominant, but at the same time they easily let the other be in charge. They’re explorative (name a kink and they can make it happen), intense and relentless. Their sex scenes are honestly always A BLAST. 

Originally posted by uver-chin

(will I ever stop using this gif? I guess not)

4. The angst potential. You know those excruciating and heartbreaking fights in which they’re both so right and so wrong at the same time and they watch each other walk way and are just too stubborn to call the other back and the aftermath it’s just hidden tears, silence for weeks and aching pain that makes it impossible to properly function? That. 

Originally posted by fraddit

5. They have the best banter. SALTISHIMA SUPREME AND MASTER OF PROVOCATION KUROO-KUN, mix them together to have the ultimate killer mix. And if they are deadly with each other, pray they never decide to team up against you, they could literally incinerate a person just with words if they wanted to. Power couple aesthetic at its finest. 

Originally posted by otp-tears


- bonus: AHAHAH KILL ME 

Originally posted by seiyuuslittleforest

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Originally posted by emreturkmen

A/N okay this fluffy ass imagine was solely written for me because this minor injury happened to me. i decided to share it w/ you guys, hope u like it i just needed to get my feelings out!! also how fuckin precious is he look at that gif i love his smile more than anything. also im using prompts 32, 15, and 3

Prompt 32: “I will always protect you.”

Prompt 15: “Are you crying?”

Prompt 3: “Baby, are you okay?”

ok Actually i’m gonna kill 2 birds w 1 stone, im adding a request i got to this. @slnnamonroll requested prompt 2 : “In your dreams, lover boy.”

P.S. sorry i lied i said i was going to post a different imagine next but i finished this one first soooo… enjoy !!!!!! sorry if it sucks (;

You’d twisted your ankle last night, walking around in the dark when you’re barely awake isn’t very smart. You really didn’t think that it was that bad but your boyfriend, Spencer, worried about you and insisted on at least going to urgent care.

So here you were, waiting for your name to be called so you could go back to an exam room. Spencer sat next to you as you propped up your ace-bandaged-wrapped foot up on the table before you.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, rubbing your arm. You were a little annoyed at him for making you come here because you really didn’t think it was that bad. 

“I’m good.” you shrugged. Just as you’d answered, a nurse called your name and led you to an exam room. Spencer walked next to you as you held onto him for support.

You explained to the nurse what had happened. She nodded along, then recorded your height and weight and told you to sit tight and someone would be in soon to see you. 

Soon enough, a doctor was examining your ankle. She took x-rays, then later told you that it wasn’t broken, just sprained very badly. She made you promise not to walk on it and gave you crutches for help. Then, she referred you to an Orthopedist. 

You thought to yourself that you weren’t going to need to see another doctor. This would heal on it’s own as long ass you iced it and kept it raised, right?

Well, no.

When you and Spencer pulled into the parking lot of your apartment building, he helped you out of the car and you used your crutches to get over to the elevator.

Once you were on your floor Spencer just gave up on offering to help you without you accepting, and he took manners into his own hands.

“Y/N, stop for a sec,” he said, and you stopped walking. He took the crutches from your hands, then turned around in front of you. “Hop up for me, yeah?” 

You giggled, clambering onto his back the best you could without disturbing your injured ankle.

He walked with you on his back to the front door, unlocking it with his key. “I’m making you an appointment with that other doctor tomorrow,” he told you matter-of-factly, as it was not up for debate.

“Fine,” you sighed. You knew he wouldn’t change his mind. He stepped inside the cozy apartment and set you down gently on the couch. “Do you need anything?” he asked sweetly. He gave you a sympathetic smile as you winced when you moved your leg in a way that did not agree with your ankle. “Can you get me some painkillers and ice?”

He nodded, kissing your forehead then going to get them. When he came back you were already laid down with your foot propped up on a pillow.

Spencer sat down next to you and gave you your things. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, with him taking care of you.

The next day, you woke up and your ankle seemed to be more swollen, bruised, and painful than yesterday. You heard the sound of running water, indicating that Spencer was in the shower.

He exited the bathroom a few minutes later, drying his hair with a towel.

“Good morning love, your appointment is in two hours.” he said. You nodded, “Okay.”

“Can I take a look at it?” he asked, coming over and sitting on the edge of the bed next to your bad foot. He saw the bruising and swelling and sighed, then wrapped it with the bandage again.

“Looks a little worse today,” he noted. 

“Hurts more today too.” you told him.

Spencer gave you a sympathetic smile. “Let me help you get ready to go.” he stood up and walked over to your dresser, taking out a bra, shirt, underwear, socks, and sweatpants so that you’d be comfortable.

He helped you into your clean clothes. He carried you to the bathroom so you could brush your teeth, insisting that it’d be faster than you hobbling over on your crutches or jumping on one leg like you’d done all day yesterday after you were told not to walk on the bad ankle.

The doctor told you that you had a really bad sprained ankle, and you’d be in a boot for 4-6 weeks and crutches for support the first week or two. In the car on the way home from the appointment, you began to cry.

“Are you crying?” Spencer asked, trying to look at you and keep his eyes on the road at the same time. You let out a sarcastic laugh and nodded. You put your head in your hands.

“Baby, are you okay? Does anything hurt? Talk to me,” he said softly. He stopped at a red light and turned to look at you.

“I just feel really useless, Spence. I can’t do anything. And I’m so clumsy, what if I just end up hurting myself more on these damn crutches?” you confessed, voice muffled.

He pulled over onto the side of the road, which wasn’t very busy. You heard the click of his seatbelt unbuckling and looked up at him to see him smiling softly at you with his head tilted slightly to the side.

“I know it’s hard not being on your feet. But I’m here to help you, okay? Nothing else is going to happen to you.” He paused, trying to get you to look at his eyes but you kept your eyes glued to his shirt instead. “Hey, look at me.”

Your tear filled eyes met his dry ones as he wiped your tears away, then held your face in his hands and kissed you. You felt so guilty for being annoyed at him for wanting to help you because now you’d need him. He was always so patient with you, no matter what.

When you got home you wanted to shower but you couldn’t put any weight on your foot yet. 

“How about I’ll wash your hair over the sink and then you can shower after, that way you won’t be in there for long. But, I can just get in with you to help if you want.” he smirked, trying to be playful because he knew you were upset.

“In your dreams, lover boy.” you joked back with a smile, throwing a balled up t shirt at him.

Once you had showered and Spencer washed your hair, he crawled in bed next to you. You wrapped your arms around him, “I love you.”

“I love you more.” he said.

“I’m sorry for being a bitch earlier. Thank you for taking care of me.” you were feeling emotional again, tears welling up in your eyes but you weren’t exactly sure why.

“Always. I will always protect you.”

And he was right. He’d die before letting anything serious happen to you. You both fell asleep in each other’s embrace, dreaming of the life you’d share in the future together.


Kalagang #07

1x08 We Will All Be Judged By The Courage Of Our Hearts

In this episode, we get to see more of Wolfgang’s back story – specifically his relationship with Felix, and with Wolfgang’s abusive father. It’s heartbreaking to see Wolfgang suffered so much in the past, but at the same time we see Kala’s feeling towards him gets deeper as he opens up about his pain.

Kala: I was always afraid as a child. I couldn’t sleep if the light was off or it was too quiet. I don’t like the quiet. I used to fall asleep in my father’s restaurant. I’ve always hated being alone. (1x07)

At the rooftop of Ganesha’s temple, Kala told Wolfgang she doesn’t like the quiet or being alone. But here, we see Kala who is at the movies with her family – she is not alone, and it’s obviously not quiet because of the laughter from the audience – being not fine at all. She is crying because of Wolfgang; she is crying for him. It just shows how much Wolfgang has consumed her; how much he means to her.

Original post [x] @stevenrogered

In Berlin, Wolfgang is at the hospital after Felix got shot from Steiner. He is in a very quiet place, and he’s all alone now – another cinematographic contrast between two characters. And it’s also great to see that Kala who doesn’t like the quiet and being alone visits the place that is quiet and ‘lonely’. Wolfgang doesn’t even cry because he can’t. He doesn’t know how. He has forgotten how to cry.

Again, with Kalagang you can turn any place into somewhere romantic…and bathroom is definitely becoming their thing.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

Wolfgang tries to suppress the pain and anger all to himself like he used to, thinking that he’s alone. Then Kala shows up. When he senses Kala and looks right at her, he’s really surprised – not just by Kala’s presence, but also by her tears. She is literally crying for him. Wolfgang didn’t ask anyone for anything, and yet she is sharing his pain and sorrow.

So he has all these mixed feelings going on in a split second – sad, angry, surprised, sort of relieved to see her, and then like he’s having another moment of falling in love with her. I mean, wouldn’t you fall for someone if that person shares your pain and even cries for you, when you thought you’re alone in this world? I would.

Wolfgang: [What happened to him?] It was my fault. I wanted to prove something. I wanted to change something that can’t be changed. [What?] The past.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

Just look at how hurt he is. It’s so heartbreaking. Wolfgang was about to give himself another chance to believe in miracles – start a new life. He was ready to fly over to India to see Kala. He was so desperate to put the past behind him. Then this happened; the world once again pulled Wolfgang back to where he was. When Wolfgang tells Kala that it’s his fault Felix was attacked, I think he secretly also wanted to tell her – he really wanted to meet her in person, and it hurts because now he can’t.

The way Max delivered this whole scene where he talks about Wolfgang’s childhood was so good. So on point. You can feel the depth of his pain even before we actually hear his story.

Kala: You’ve known him a long time. How did you meet? [Detention]

Original post [x] @stilesbanshee

Look! Kala’s hand is on Wolfgang’s back (or is it his arm? whatever)! Last episode Wolfie touched her, and now, she’s touching him. Our Kalagang is getting closer to one another! It’s hard to see from this GIF, but if you go watch full episode (video) you’ll see Kala’s fingers gently stroking Wolfgang’s back. AH FEELS.

Felix: Wolfgang? Nobody’s named Wolfgang. OK…Wolfie. What are you in for? [Fighting] Cool.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

From here, we get to see Wolfgang’s relationship with Felix.

Wolfgang: Where are you? [At the movies. With my family] Makes sense. [Why?] Felix loved the movies. We cut school to watch films all the time.

Original post [x] @fyeahwolfiekala

The only times when Wolfgang smile like that – not the usual kind of smirk he does to others, but real, genuine, happy one – are when he’s with Felix, Kala, probably his mother, and his cluster. Right now, it’s just Felix and Kala.

Conan: No one will remember if we were good men or bad. All that matters is that two stood against many. So grant me one request. Grant me revenge! And if you do not listen…then to hell with you!

This film is one of the things that made Wolfgang who he is today. It’s not just a film which he and his best friend enjoyed watching when they’re little, it sort of gave young Wolfgang a kind of guidance for his chaotic life. So it’s like Conan is Wolfgang’s Ganesha, I guess.

Wolfgang: I don’t know why he liked me. In those days, when we moved from East to West Berlin, I was the kid everyone hated.

Original post [x] @wolvesinwinter

Here, we get a glimpse of what would Wolfgang do when he is in serious trouble: he doesn’t ask for help. He tries to take care of the problem all by himself. He protects the ones he cares by not letting them into this mess. And he fights…he fights hard.

No wonder Wolfgang doesn’t ever ask his cluster for help.

Original post [x] @iseeuvillain

This is why Wolfgang thinks of Felix as his brother. Because Felix never leaves him – he is always there for Wolfgang, and he always comes back for him.

Wolfgang: [That was your childhood?] No.That was nothing…compared to my father.

When Kala is shocked by his rough childhood, Wolfgang lets out a sigh mixed with chuckle as if that whole story he’s just told her was nothing. As soon as he is about to talk about his father, Wolfgang’s face stiffens. You can see how much Wolfgang’s already disgusted just by thinking of his father.

Anton: Life is just five things – eating, drinking, shitting, fucking…and fighting for more. I didn’t say anything about crying. Crying is for bitches. Is that what you [Wolfgang] are? A little bitch?

What’s so heartbreaking about this scene is that – not to mention how abusive Anton was – as much as Wolfgang hates his father, ironically, everything about Anton including his ‘motto’ influenced Wolfgang. It was inevitable that his father made Wolfgang who he is.

Because of his father, Wolfgang couldn’t cry – which explains why he doesn’t cry up to this day…as well as why he’s been suppressing his emotions.

Kala: He would do anything for you.

Original post [x] @kalagang

The way Kala is looking at Wolfgang – I thought this might be the first time when Kala saw something good and beautiful hidden inside of him. At that moment, she felt this deep, unbreakable, and pure friendship between Wolfgang and Felix. She felt how much Wolfgang loves and cares about his brother.

Wolfgang: He’s my brother, and not by something as accidental as blood…by something much stronger. [By what?] By choice.

Original post [x] @dizzeikipling

This line sort of emphasizes that Wolfgang is, again, the guy who does not believe in things like miracles. Because he believes in choice. To Wolfgang, his family was not his choice. To him, miracle is also not a choice; it’s something that just happens. It’s beyond his control.

And this makes Kalagang’s relationship so interesting because…Wolfgang who believes in choices is connected to Kala – the connection that is not based on choices; while Kala who believes in miracles is hesitating over a choice that may change her life. Each of them believes in something that other doesn’t…and now, they’re being challenged by what other believes in. I’m kinda rambling, but see what I mean?

The more I rewatch Kalagang moments, the more I realize how their relationship is so fabulously complicated – they are complete opposites, but they accept each other. At the same time, they challenge each other…and eventually build up this beautiful and intense relationship based on their differences.

Manendra: You are going to call up my son and you are going to tell him that you cannot marry him. [What?] You know in your heart that’s the right thing to do. I could see it in your eyes. That’s why you stopped the wedding to keep yourself from committing this terrible mistake. […] But now, luck has given us another opportunity to correct it. All we require is the will…

OK, to be honest, when Manendra visited the temple and told Kala that she should call off the wedding with Rajan, I screamed with joy. I was like ‘YES! FINALLY! Now she can see Wolfgang without feeling guilty! They can be together!’

and then this happens…oh dear.

Much Needed Sleep (Avengers X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Avengers X Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: passing out, swearing.


Request:Could you do one where the reader has insomnia and barely sleeps. She lies to the rest of them (the avengers) so they don’t worry. She has about 4 hours sleep a night, sometimes less. When she’s doing a mission, she collapses from exhaustion. Angst. Thanks Hun!

Originally posted by heyitsalebaexx

Insomnia. Fucking. Sucks. You spend most nights exhausted to where you can barely keep your eyes open but when your eyes are closed, nothing. You want to sleep, but you just can’t. It doesn’t help that you’re an Avenger.

You were getting ready for a mission, and Steve noticed the bags under your eyes. “Y/N, ya’ll alright?” He asked. You looked up and looked at him for a second before smiling.

“Fine, why?” You asked.

“You look exhausted… why don’t you stay behind?” He asked. You shook your head.

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queen-max  asked:

(1/2)Ok so I was reading this Silver meta that covers his entire character arc (less episode ten because I think it was written before it aired) that made some very good and interesting points. However, one thing that stuck out to me was his lost leg was kind of glossed over, and one of the assessments regarding his character, while true of many of his actions, contradicts that particular one.

(2/2) It got me thinking. What are your thoughts on it? I came late to the fandom so this has probably been discussed before, but it’s one of the defining points of Silver’s story, and I want to know everyone’s thoughts.

Ok, so this answer got truly excessive. It’s ridiculous. I thought I was barely scratching the surface of things there were to say about the significance of the loss of Silver’s leg to his character arc, but then it got longer than most of the undergrad essays I ever wrote (final word count 3110…). Yikes. I don’t know if I went overboard, or whether there really is just that much to point out, but this became a literal essay with quotes and everything. Suffice it to say, I think my one line tl;dr is: ‘if you write about Silver’s character arc without talking about the loss of his leg then you’re really missing a lot, because it ties into everything’. Either that or I’m reaching and rambling and I need to not do that.

A longer tl;dr: The loss of his leg opened up a whole world of new experiences for Silver. It forced him to feel and do and be things he had spent a long time carefully shutting out, and in doing so it didn’t just turn him into a new person, but a person who was at odds with all of the things he had built his previous life upon.

I’ll put the rest under a cut, because otherwise I’d be a dash-clogging monster.

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Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1111 (haha)


*Yet another stupid, fluffy, late night writing. Enjoy. xD

(Not my GIF)

Cas rested his head against the back of the couch, letting out a long breath. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t figure out how to work the Netflix on the Blu-Ray player. And he was bored, really bored. The Winchesters were out on a simple job, leaving him at the bunker to entertain himself.

He pressed just about every button on the remote ten times before giving up. Dean had shown him how to use the complex device several times, but it never stuck. Stupid human machinery.

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Klaus x Reader

(NOT MY GIF, though I’m hopelessly in love with it)

Synopsis: You and Hope are kidnapped by Mikael, and, after both of you are safe, Klaus confesses his feelings towards you.

Word count: 1804

Life in Mystic Falls have always been weird; things you could not understand happened all the time, like strange deaths and disappearances. Considering your mum and dad never bothered to explain you something, you just didn’t give much thought about it. Aside that, it was a pleasant town. You had friends, a lovely boyfriend, frequented a great school and had plans on going to a good college, though you hadn’t chosen it yet. Perfect, some might say, but you did not dared to aspire much from life, being a born sceptic, just going with the flow and clutching whatever chance you got.

It was the minute you turned seventeen that your whole life fell apart, everything about you suddenly wasn’t accurate at all. Your parents hid the truth and chose to let you live your life outside the supernatural world as long as you would be able to do it. A witch. Heck, if you actually looked back into your history, you knew all along you were different than the others. Luckily you were surrounded by supernatural beings that helped you embrace this other side of you. Although it was one particular vampire who was there the most for you: Niklaus Mikaelson. And it was exactly because of him you were in the current situation.

“Oh, come on! You won’t gain a thing holding me as a captive.” You yelled, twitching your hands, trying to free them from the ropes. “I don’t mean a dime to Klaus or any of your children.”

“That is not what I heard, girl.” The man’s voice was husky. “That bastard was always drawn to weak things like you.”

Oh, yeah, you had been kidnapped by no one less than Mikael, the Original papa, as Damon would say. He thought, because you and Klaus had a thing, that his stepson would come for you. “Shame on you, daddy”, you thought, kinda laughing on the inside. It was tragic, but you would live through it. Hopefully.

“Looking at you, I do know where Klaus got his temper.”

The Original Vampire Hunter slapped you right in the face, probably leaving a red mark behind.  

“Do not compare me to that boy!”

“Sorry if you got offended. I just can’t help it.” Your voice was sassy.

“I am tired of this. Get Niklaus here right now!”

“Well, I can’t do that tied up, can I?”

Mikael clenched his fists, obviously annoyed by you.

“I advise you to stop angering me.” He said with gritted teeth. “Because I do not care about who gets hurt and I will kill this little thing.”

The blond was mentioning Hope Mikaelson, who had also been kidnapped, because you just had to take her out for walk. You cursed, mentally, this whole situation. Why did you had to get involved with that family anyway? The Salvatore brothers warned you it was trouble. Now you and a small child were in danger. Heck, how you hated being a stubborn little girl.

“Ok, ok. Just hand me my phone, so I can call him.” He narrowed his eyes. “How can I bring him here if I don’t contact him?”

Mikael nodded, still a little suspicious, but getting your phone and approaching you.

Ok, see, he didn’t know you were a witch, which made you one step ahead of him and provided a chance to get the hell out of that place. As he stood very close, you said exactly what he had to do to call Klaus there, as he didn’t agree on letting you out of those ropes, and got ready to perform the spell.

Y/N, where are you? Is Hope with you?Klaus’ voice said, really worried. ”Bloody hell, answer me!”

It was time.

Radiamis, vamisa la visia. Radiamis, vamisa la visia.” You kept enchanting, as the older vampire fell on the floor. “Radiamis, vamisa la visia.”

The effects of the spell wouldn’t take long, so you would have to be fast. You broke free from the ropes, ran to grab Hope and glanced back, seeing Mikael getting up, realising your magic’s effect was wearing off.  

“Think, think, stupid little witch.” You said to yourself.

“If you intend to scape, I suggest you do it right now.” He snarled. “Because I am going to kill you, and I will make sure you suffer until your last breath!”

Hearing those words made you finally come up with something.

“Oh, bloody no! Vis porta!”

You left without looking back, hearing Mikael screaming, angry, and squeezing the one year-old baby against you. After a couple of minutes, you found the building’s exit, finally breathing out and relaxing a bit. That spell would hold him off for a good amount of time, just enough for you to figure out what to do. Oh, and ask Klaus to leave you out of his business.

“You have a hell of a family, huh, Hope?” She stared you, with those blue eyes and you couldn’t help but smile. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Y/N! Are you okay?” 

“Right on time, Klaus.” You said. “Now tell me, are you a big moron or just a bad parent?”

The Hybrid rolled his eyes, making a move to get his daughter from you, but Hope’s little hands grasped your shirt, refusing to leave your embrace. Her dad huffed, shaking his head.

“Care to explain me how this happened?”

“I went out with Hope, since she looked so sad being trapped inside her home. Then out of nowhere, someone knocked me out. I woke up here and, as I understood, Mikael actually thought you would come to rescue me. Luckily he didn’t realised she was your daughter nor that I was a witch. This was exactly what saved us.”

Klaus seemed annoyed by something you said, as he pursed his lips and crossed his arms.

“Don’t be this bitter, love. You know I would have come for you.”

“Sure. Let’s pretend you care about me.”

“I do! You’re must be blind to not notice!”

“Last time a heard those kind of speeches, Hayley showed up pregnant with your child.”

“That doesn’t mean I stopped having feelings for you.”

“For God’s sake, Klaus, stop!”

However, before he could answer, Hope coughed and made both of you look at her, alarmed.

“Is she okay?” The Mikaelson whispered, stroking his daughter’s cheek.

“Yes, even though her dad is a jerk, I wouldn’t let anyone harm this precious thing.”

“Such a great mummy.” He joked.

“Blah, blah, blah.”

His face assumed a more serious posture and you glanced over him, in expectation.

“You are so great with her, I don’t think I would ever thank you enough.”

“It’s not like you have to, Nik, you know I love her and I would do anything for her.”

“Hope needs someone sane around, like you. After Hayley died… Well, you know.”

You didn’t dare to answer, just choosing to stay silent and he did the same. An intense look was exchange between the two of you, just trying to assimilate what the hell was going on there, as if your eyes would give each other the answers.  

“Ahn, how about we just forget this fight, go home and you can tell me how exactly you locked up Mikael?” He expressed, just a little bit uncomfortable.

“Sounds lovely.”

You laughed as he escorted you to his car.

This is what you called a super duper weird afternoon, though being kidnapped by your almost father in law wasn’t the peek. That talk with Klaus… You just couldn’t shake it off your head. He actually didn’t seem like he was playing a game. And, through the time you had spent together, you could tell when that bad wolf was lying. Damn it! How come you would always fall for everything related to him? It was really not fair.



“We’re home.”

Hope was sound asleep on your lap.

“Mind to help me? She looks so cute right now it would hurt to wake her up.”

He took the infant from your arms and left you behind, to accommodate her in her room upstairs.

Considering that nobody seemed to be home, you made your way to the kitchen, deciding you needed a big glass of water to chill out. While you sipped the drink, you started to think about your relationship with Klaus. Till this day you haven’t figured out what the hell he saw in you and how he always drawn you to him. It was like bees and honey.

“Y/N, may I have a word with you?” Klaus asked, getting you out of your thoughts.

“Sure, suit yourself.”

He sat before you.

“I’m done with the whole situation.”

“What do you mean?” You replied, confused by what he said.

“I mean I can’t just watch you around and not be able to kiss you, touch you, say that I…”

“Shush!” You place a finger on his lips. “Do not say you love me.”

“But I do.” He grabbed your wrists and made you shudder with his blue eyes looking at you vividly. “You don’t have any idea how concerned I was when I realised you were gone. And even more after hearing you were with Mikael. I can’t afford to lose you.”

“Stop fooling me around, Nik.” Your voice was soft, as you stroke his cheek with a thumb. “Stop doing this to both of us.”

“Just give me another chance, love.” Klaus requested. “I promise I’ll do anything to make up for all the suffering I put you through.”

You bit your lip, thinking.

Things with Klaus were hard and complicated. Sometimes you felt like going away and never coming back, just to save your heart from getting hurt. Though, the thought of being gone, leaving the Mikaelsons, Hope and, of course, him, it hurt so much more you gave up every time that thought popped into your head. Hell, you have to learn how to resist that man.

“Well, mister, you have a lot to do then.”

“This means…”

“Yeah, but don’t blow it. It is the last time.”

His smile was so beautiful that made you twice as happy.

“I won’t.”

“Now give me a kiss.”

You winked and he smirked, placing a hand on your neck and smashing his lips onto yours.

“Great Elijah, now they’re back together.” You heard Rebekah say. “You can expect a lot of gooey moments in this house.”

“Don’t act like you don’t ship us, Bekah!”

“I’m not even going to reply that, Y/N.”

“You better! Just wait until you know what I have been up to this afternoon.”

All of you laughed, starting to discuss about the events. And, especially after Klaus shortened the space between you two and put an arm around your waist, you knew you had made the right choice staying with them.

Behind The Scenes 3 (20.5/21)

Author’s note: I have to admit, even with the adjustments i made i am not too happy with how i write this one. No excuses, i fell short with how i wrote this one. I hope that doesn’t take away from the plot in any way. I just really want BTS3 posted already which is why i am posting this today. Sorry for any errors.

Genre: Fluff/ angst/ sad???? (probably not, but let’s just keep it here anyway) (Suga; Jungkook)

Word count: 4842

City: Seoul night of concert 1 continued

Summary: the guys are back from the concert

Other parts: HERE

This is my GIF. I made it based off of this scenario series.

The six hours of being locked in the room went by excruciatingly slow. Some of your time was filled with organizing your clothes back in your trash bags, putting Jimin’s clothes back in his closet, and thinking (and failing) of excuse to break up with Jungkook.

It was at the three hour mark that hunger set in and the urge to go to the bathroom intensified. The only way you could make time go faster was to try and nap. So basically, you undid your hour of organizing your trash bags to find your favorite sweater and pair of sweatpants to change into.

The power naps were helpful, but they weren’t a complete success. No matter what, you were bored out of your mind.


Finally, you heard heavy footsteps filling the dorm. You immediately jumped up and waited by the bedroom door for just anyone to open it.

Jimin was the one to unlock to door and gave a tired smile when he found you bouncing in place.

“Bathroom!” you stated, pushing past him and running down the hall, dodging past everyone.

After you relieved yourself, you went to the kitchen to scavenge for some food. You barely pulled out some chips from the cabinet when a forceful hand grabbed you by the hood of your sweater and dragged you away from the counter. You didn’t even try to protest him, there was no point. If the monster didn’t even use his words to get you to do something, then you knew that he was in a bad mood.

You were pushed back into the room, luckily not as aggressively as before. The last you saw was Rap monster’s hooded face before he slammed the door shut and locked it.

You looked over to Jimin. He was already snuggled under 2 thick blankets and in a deep sleep. Now in even more of a slump, you went back over to your cold mattress. The only sounds around you now were the whale sounds coming from your stomach and the snores coming from Jimin.

About an hour later, you heard some fidgeting coming from the lock on the other side of the door and you quickly closed your eyes. Soon the door opened and you heard footsteps shuffle in.

“Guys, are you awake?” Jhope asked in an attempt at a whisper.

“Shhh” Suga warned

“Can you guys leave?!? I’m fucking tired! Let y/n sleep too.” Jimin whined.

You quickly sat up in your bed. “No! I’m not a sleep!”

Jimin sat up in his bed. His eyes weren’t even open, but he had a frustrated expression. “You guys only stay, if Yoongi lets me use his sound proof headphones.”

“Deal!” Suga quickly shuffled out of the room and returned with the headphones Jackson had given him. He handed them to Jimin who then turned on the lamp by his bed for the three of you, slipped on the headphones and dug his head under the covers

Both Suga and Jhope sat on the floor besides your mattress. Despite their smiles, it was obvious they were just as tired as Jimin.

You smiled back at them, mostly just happy that they were actually trying to be good friends again. “How did the concert go?” you whispered.

They both exchanged looks. “Not too great, well at least not to our standards.” Suga said.

You frowned. “Why? What happened?”

Jhope rubbed the back of his neck “I went without my pills for this concert… I was dying! Afterwards I only limited myself to one happy pill, but then we had to have the little backstage interactions with the fans that bought the backstage passes and I still don’t feel too great.” Jhope mumbled.

“I proud of you though! You know, for limiting yourself.” you told him.

Suga patted his back. “Me too! I saw how you were really trying with the fans even when you weren’t too into it. They still loved you.”

“There were some fans that asked about you.” Jhope told you, moving the attention away from him.

“Me?!? Really? Why?”

“They were asking Jungkook about you.” Suga explained. “They were wondering how you were doing and if you ever get to be back stage with us.”

“Yeah and one girl even said she was hoping to take a picture of you two together cuz she said you guys were relationship goals.”

You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat. You snuck a glance at Suga who had his head hung low. “Oh wow! I find it hard to believe that a few ARMY actually like me though.” You couldn’t help but still feel a bit flattered by it all. Your stomached saved you and the grumbles filled the sudden awkward air. “Damn I’m still hungry.” You whimpered.

Suga looked up at you. “Let’s go to the kitchen then.” He suggested. His hand had already grabbed your sleeve to lead the way.

“No, I shouldn’t leave the room. The monster was pretty pissed when he locked me back in. I’m scared to go out. It’s bad enough that you guys are in here.”

“Then I’ll go get you something.” He said, leaving you and Jhope.

You looked over at the tired boy and noticed he was sweating. “Hobi, are you okay?”

“Yeah” He said with a tired smile. “I just feel a bit off that’s all. I cut down the pills by like two and it’s really hitting me.”

You scooted up to him and took his hand. His skin felt clammy, the little withdraw was hitting him hard. “I’m really proud of you Hoseok.” You told him again. “I didn’t think you would really start trying.” You admitted.

“Ok, I’m back.” Suga unknowingly interrupted as he sat back down in front of you. From his sweater pocket, he pulled out a small bag of chips, a candy bar, and bottle of water.

Immediately you breathed in the food and chugged the water. “Thanks” you huffed.

“No problem.” Suga said with a chuckle. He really underestimated how hungry you were.

You looked back at Jhope. The poor boy had trouble keeping his eyes open and was starting to sweat more.

“So, uh, what was that whole thing earlier today, Jungkook obnoxiously talking about a date and all?” Jhope asked, most likely to just trying to keep up with conversation.

“Yeah, what’s up with that?” Suga asked “nonchalantly”.

You shrugged. “It’s nothing” you said trying to brush the topic away

“Well he didn’t make it sound like nothing. Are you guys really going out tomorrow?” Suga once again asked “nonchalantly”.

The whole topic of Jungkook made you feel uneasy. “…Maybe, I don’t know. Jimin wants me out of the dorm for a bit cuz he said he has a surprise for me. Jungkook is my only way out of here.” You explained calmly.

“That’s a pretty good idea.” Jhope nodded. “Sounds like it’ll be fun for you.”

“No, it won’t!” Suga said. He quickly got nervous when Jhope raised an eyebrow at his rude tone. “Uh, um, I mean… like I’m sure she doesn’t want to go out, do you y/n? Since we barely got back and all…” his eyes shifted between the two you and Jhope

“Well… like… I wouldn’t mind being out of this stupid ass dorm for a few hours…” you admitted.

“Well forget Jungkook and just come with me to the studio! It’s a win-win!”

“Oh! Then I will come along too!” Jhope tried to smile.

You took notice of Jhope, mostly wanting to get your mind off the guilt that was coming back up, but then you felt bad. Jhope was definitely not looking too well. You grabbed his hand again. “Hobi, why don’t you go to bed? You don’t look to great, try to sleep it off.”

He frowned at you. “… Yeah… ok. Sorry I couldn’t stay longer.”

“I’m just glad you came.”

“But y/n, if you go to the studio with him, tell me so I can tag along! Night guys.” Jhope whispered as he quietly left the room.

“Night”, “Nighty-night” you both said.

You looked at Suga “Ya! Why don’t you go to bed too? You look really tired.”

“Nah, I’m not as tired as I look.” He said as he got up and sat next to you on the bed.

“Well you definitely look as jealous as you sound.” You laughed, trying to hide the ugly feeling inside you.

He scoffed playfully. “Jealous? Me? Yeah right! I was just…just, you know giving you more options. I feel bad if you have to be stuck with that maknae for even more than five minutes.”

“Uh-huh, suuuuuure.” You smirked. You felt like shit. You knew that he had every right to be jealous, he just didn’t know he did.

“So, I can’t help but notice that you are wearing one of the sweaters I gave you.” He said completely changing the subject.

You looked down at your sweater. It was one of the first ones that he had given you. It was from the morning after you had just worked your first day with them and you had knocked out on his bed. “Ha, yeah. I was trying to take a nap earlier and I changed into it to get comfortable…”

He nodded with a smile on his face. He looked down at his side and found the stuffed panda he had given you. “And you still have this thing too?!?” he picked up it up and playfully moved the fluffy arms.

“Yeah, it’s cute”

“Wow… You are so obsessed with me!” A small giggle escaped him

“Shut up!” you laughed as you slapped his shoulder

“So what did you do while we were gone?”

“Well look at who is obsessed with me now!” you teased. You were really trying to get Jungkook out of your mind and just try to enjoy this moment you had with Suga.

He leaned in close to you, the ends of his lips curling up the way you loved so much. “Of course I am, now tell me how you were.”

“Bored, crazy, I hate being stuck in this room. Like yeah, ugh, I could very easily just walk out into the hall. So easily could I have gone with you to the kitchen… but I can’t. Like fuck! I can right now walk out of the fucking dorm… but I know better than to do something so stupid…”

He fought back yawn. “I know, I know…” he mumbled as he took your hand in his. “But maybe things will cool down later and maybe get better”

“… I don’t really see that happening… But are you sure you aren’t tired? You look sleepy!” Again you brought up the topic to push away the stupid thoughts that were coming to your head.

“I’m not sleepy, I didn’t drink today. Plus, I want to be with you longer cuz I want to leave to the studio first thing in the morning.”

“That early? Are you even gonna stay for breakfast?”

He looked down at the frown on your face. “Well, if you come with me, we can eat and then head off.” His fingers intertwined with yours.

“Um… Only if things work out in our favor and if you don’t mind losing some extra studio time. I don’t want you to be stressed over anything.”

“Nah, as long as I see your face, I don’t care if I’m behind on a few things.”

Your face felt hot as soon as he said that. “Shut up!” you giggled hiding your face in his neck. “But how is the music coming along? You aren’t stressed, are you?” your tone more serious now.

“Hm, I think I got a few songs down that I am pretty confident about.”


“Yeah, thanks to a little someone, I had some inspiration to write some pretty angsty dramatic shit.” Despite pulling you close with a smile, it soon disappeared and was replaced by a somber expression.

“Why that face?” you cupped his face with your sweater paws to get him to look at you again.

He shrugged. “I still feel bad that’s all.” He said softly.

“It’ll be okay” you reassured. “Now go get some sleep. I don’t want you to be in zombie mode tomorrow.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll try to sleep.”

“Ah see! You are already all grumpy!” you teased some more, giving him a peck on the lips. The small kiss alone gave you butterflies.

Suga gave you a gummy smile before he pulled you in for a real kiss. You were glad he did, you enjoyed every second of it and when he pulled away your heart couldn’t help but fall.

He gave your hand another squeeze. “Good night Y/n.” he said sweetly.

“Night Yoongi.”

Your hand stayed in his as he got up from the bed, but soon he let go as he made his way to the lamp. “Don’t forget to dream about me.” He giggled as he escaped the room and locked the door before you had a chance to say anything

You fell back in your bed, giddy as you snuggled the stuffed panda. Even as your eyelids grew heavy, you couldn’t get the stupid smile off your face.


“Y/n” A voice whispered. You felt a gentle tugging on your arm. “Baby.” Now your body was being rocked the slightest bit.

“Hm?” You hummed, refusing to open your eyes.

“Jagi come with me.” The voice said. You were pulled up so that you were now in a sitting position.


“Shhh.” A finger kept your lips from moving. A pair of hands lifted you up and guided you out of the room.

One second your feet were on the cold hard woods floors, and the next, your body was falling into warm blankets with a warmer body tangling its limbs around you. Your tired mind struggled to access your surroundings.

“I missed you.” Jungkook’s lips crashed into yours before he pulled back to reveal the bunny smile on his face.

“Jungkook?!?” You quickly pushed out of his arms and sat up. “Why did you bring me here?!?” your voice was quick to get stern.

He playfully pulled you on top of him, his mischievous smile was stuck on his face. “I couldn’t sleep. I can’t sleep without my Jagi next to me.”

You rolled off him, your feet once again touching the cold floor. “I shouldn’t be here!”

He frowned. “Why not?” His hold on your wrist prevented you from leaving the room.

“I already told you why!” your voice had grown harsher.

“What’s wrong with you? You’ve been acting so bitchy with me since last night!”

“I’m fucking tired! And you know exactly how I feel about being back here, but you’re still doing this clingy shit!”  you ripped your wrists from his grasp.

“Well sorry for taking my girlfriend out of the room she had been locked in for hours!” he said just as harshly.

You stayed quiet, filling up with a different kind of guilt. “Should I tell him now?” you thought. “No, that’ll just make tomorrow awkward… I still need to think of a better reason. He deserves better than the truth.”

“You know what-“

“Sorry” you blurted out.

He squinted his eyes at you. “You’re sorry?”

You went up to him and made yourself hug him. “Yes, I’m sorry.”

“Fine, I guess I’ll let you stay.” He said jokingly.

“But only for an hour. I don’t want the monster catching me in here.” Hopefully the time limit will work. He won’t suspect why you were acting weird and you could get out of his room faster than he was probably wanting to keep you around.

Jungkook pushed you out at arm’s length. “Ok, but you have to change out of that sweater.”

You look down at your sweater seeing nothing wrong with it. “Why?”

“You’re wearing Yoongi’s sweater.”

“So?” your face began to heat up a bit at just the mention of Suga. “I’ve worn this tons of times before.”

“Yeah, but that was before the tour. You are mine now. I hate seeing you in another guy’s clothes. Plus, I am like 80% sure this thing even smells like him.”

Your face grew even hotter and you couldn’t look him in the eye anymore. “Fine, give me another one to change into then.”

Jungkook went to his closet revealing a wardrobe of mostly white t shirts.

“I am not gonna wear just some white shirt of yours.”

“Of course you won’t, I’m gonna give you one of my sweaters and I expect you to wear it whenever it is cold”

You came up next to him and looked over his shoulder. “So basically, the rest of the season?”

“Yup” he smiled as he moved all the shirts aside and exposed his winter clothes. “Hmmmm nope.” He whooshed past a few shirts. “…Hm nope… no… nah… won’t go with your eyes… not good enough for you… don’t think so… and na-“ His face fell and he was suddenly quiet.

You peeked into the closet and he was staring at a small pink tinted shirt. “Aw, did someone sabotage your laundry?” you asked mockingly, trying to be normal with him.

“Shut up.” his tone wasn’t playful though. He went into the closet and pulled the shirt off the hanger.

His reaction took you aback. “Jungkook are you kidding me? It’s just a shirt and it’s not like I did it. I never ruined any of your clothes like that. It’s nothing to be so upset over.”

“Dammit Y/n can you shut up for like two seconds?!?” He was mad no doubt about it, but it was the look in his eyes that said something else was going on. He stormed off to his bathroom not saying anything else.

“Well shit.” You thought. You followed him and tried to go inside, but he had locked the door. You knocked softly. “Jungkook, you okay? What’s wrong?”

There was no reply.

You leaned on the door and only heard muffled whimpering on the other side. “Jungkook? Baby, what’s wrong?”

Still no response.

You moved away from the door and sat at the edge of the bed to wait for him to come out.

Fifteen minutes went by and finally Jungkook stepped out. He barely looked up as he sat down next to you. “Sorry.” he mumbled.

You looked at him with a mixed feeling of concern and dismay. “So, what was all that about?”

His eyes were locked on the pink shirt that he clenched in his hands. “This shirt was Yoona’s… It was the first time I tried doing laundry on my own.  I messed up when one of my iron man socks got in with the whites.” He let out a sad chuckle at the memory. “… She was over at the time and made fun of me for it… This shirt got small enough for it to fit perfectly on her so I let her keep it. She wore it every time she came as a way to tease me… I forgot I still had it in the closet.” He wiped the last of the tears from his eyes.

“Jungkook… I hope you don’t mind me asking, but what exactly went down between you and Yoona?”

Jungkook turned to you in confusion. “I thought Jimin told you.”

You shook your head. “He just told me that you were probably upset over your ex.”

“Oh…” He looked at the shirt again. “She… um… she was my best friend for a long time… my only friend really. She was probably the only other person I meant that was shyer that me… We were each other’s first for pretty much everything. First relationship, first kiss, first dance, first time… Whenever I needed her she was by my side in a heartbeat.” There was a faded smile on his face as he spoke about her. “I on the other hand wasn’t around when she needed me the most… and that’s when I lost her.”

You noticed how tight he was holding on to the shirt. His knuckles were white. “So she left you?” you asked cautiously.

Jungkook shook his head. “We got in an argument over me being an idol and she pulled the silent treatment on me… Two days after we fought, she was in a hit and run and she didn’t make it.”

“Jungkook I’m sorry.” You slowly pulled him into a tight hug. “I shouldn’t have brought it up. I’m sorry if I hurt you more I didn’t know that’s what happened.”

To your surprise, he didn’t hug you back, nor did he cry anymore. He slid your hands off him, got up from the bed, and carefully put the shirt back into the closet.

You got up and followed him “Hey, you okay?”

He was expressionless as he gave a tiny nod and pulled out a sweater. He held it up against you to compare the size, but quickly out it back in the closet. He pulled out another one. It was plain black and looked too big even for him.

“Are you sure?” you asked.

He didn’t answer you, he only proceeded to pull it off the hanger.


“I want you to keep this one.” His voice was vacant as he held the sweater out to you.

You gently pushed his hand down and went up to him. “Sweetie, are you okay?” You hoped that if you kept up with the sweet names, he would get out of this funk.

Suddenly he threw the sweater on the bed, the zipper whipping your thigh and his hands grabbed at the excess fabric at your waist. “Dammit y/n, just take off his fucking sweater!”

You yelped at his aggressive pulling. “Ok, ok I will.” Your voice shook as you got the words out. You took Suga’s sweater off so quickly, you almost took your shirt off with it. Your feet stumbled to the bed and you grabbed his sweater.

“Y/n” Jungkook shrunken voice came up next to you. “Y/n I-I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have raised my voice like that, I shouldn’t have grabbed you like that.”

You were struggled with the sleeves of the sweater. You were too distraught to figure out how get it on without putting your arms in the wrong holes. “No, it’s fine.” You sniffled. You wiped away the stray tear that rolled down your cheek. “I should’ve just shut up when you told me.”

His hands stopped you from messing with the sweater anymore and very slowly he pulled you into a hug. He tried to be as gentle with you as possible, not wanting to scare you again. “I was wrong. I’m sorry.” You let out a heavy breath as he continued. “I’m sorry, please don’t be upset with me. I need you.” He whispered. “Don’t leave me.”

You were frozen, trying to get ahold of the situation. He wasn’t doing anything other than holding you and apologizing. You were still for a long moment, the whole time Jungkook whispering he same thing over and over to you in a broken voice. You looked up at him and he was ridden with shame. “Ya, who said anything about leaving yet?  I’m right here.” You said. You didn’t know why you said it, it just felt automatic seeing him so upset. You ran his fingers through his hair. You didn’t know why you were doing this. This moment was probably the best time to end things with him. Your perfect excuse just played out. However, you couldn’t get yourself to do it, not with him so broken like this.

You let him rest his forehead on yours. “I’m sorry, I am really sorry! I need you. Please? Please, please, please, please. I’m sorry.”

You hesitantly gave him a small kiss. “I’m right here.” You whispered just hoping that he would be calm again.

He looked at you with surprise. “I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry. I need you.” He repeated before he kissed you again. He was gentle, but desperate. His arms tightened around you slightly, almost studying your reaction. He wanted to make sure you weren’t scared by him, or hurt by how he lashed out on you.

“I’m fine, it’s okay.” You repeated.

He had in intense frown in combination with his puppy dog eyes. “No, I sc-“

“I said its fine.”


“I said it’s fine.” You slipped his hands off, feeling his fingers curl weakly still wanting to keep hold of you. “Let’s lay down?” you grabbed his hands and guided him to the bed. You lay down first, resting your head into the pillows comfortably.

He stood by the side of the bed a bit confused.

“C’mon baby, come lay down” you said softly.

Slowly he came up next to you, but not too close. There was still a few inches between the two. That wasn’t good. He was always the type that had to be physically touching you in some way. On top of it all, he hadn’t said anything.

You didn’t like seeing him so upset. He brought you here on sweet intentions and now he was feeling so bad about everything. You closed the space between you. Your fingers went up to his face. You gently traced his jaw and let your fingers glide up and down his neck and over his lips.

“I’m sorry”

You ignored his words and came him a kiss on the forehead. “You had a long day today and I brought up something really bad, don’t be hard on yourself.” you reassured. You felt the need to make up for it all somehow. You felt it was your fault that he had to bring up Yoona the way he did.

You gave him a kiss on the lips, to ease his mind, eventually he had the courage to kiss you back properly.

His kisses were soft and gentle. He hadn’t kissed you like this in a long time. You hated to admit that you were enjoying it. Even though you knew you should have stopped him, made up the excuse to just sleep a bit, you didn’t. You liked the way his mouth felt on yours and you liked how he was touching you.


Jungkook’s warm breath on your skin, the rhythmic pounding of the headboard against the wall, the euphoric sensation between your legs, all of it was fueled by your moans of pleasure. It was something that used to feel amazing, but now felt so wrong.

Now that was all finished and done with, Jungkook was asleep. You pushed his arm off you, feeling worse than you felt before. “I’m a bitch.” You told yourself. You hid your face in your hands. “I shouldn’t have done anything with him.” In shame, you crawled out of the bed and put your clothes back on, putting Suga’s sweater back on.

Once dressed you stared down at his sleeping form. You knew you had to wake him up again, you needed him to lock you back in so Rap monster wouldn’t figure anything out. You really didn’t want to though. If you had it your way, you would just sneak back to your room. But then again, if you really had it your way you would just walk out the dorm and go back to living your life before BTS.

“Jungkook… Jungkook… wake up.” You whispered shaking him awake.

He opened his eyes. “Baby, why are you dressed?” he asked groggily. “Why are you back in his sweater?”

“I need to go back to my room remember? I can’t be in a different sweater from when Namjoon locked me in!”

“Ok, fine, yeah, but I’d like to see you in it tomorrow when we go out… Well technically later today considering the time.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m going to my room, just make sure to lock the door.” You said as you moved to leave the room.

“No! Wait for me! Just let me get some sweats on.”

He moved like a sloth out of bed and went to the corner of the room to get his sweatpants on.

“Ok, let’s go.” He sighed. His attempts to hold your hand failed because you pretended to yawn and cover your mouth the second you felt his skin touch you again.

You were quick to go down the hall and he did his best to get his tired body to follow right after you.

“Wait up!” he whispered.

“Hm?” you turned around already at your door.

“Just wanted to say goodnight.” He said finally catching up and leaning in for a kiss.

“Night!” you quickly said before busting into your room and closing the door in his face.


Y/n slamming the door on him felt like a slap in the face.

“Shit.” He lifted his arms and worked the lock, placing it just as he found it. “Goodnight jagi… I love you…” he whispered the words he wanted to tell her

Hopefully, i didn’t write it as badly as i felt i did and you all still liked it. But what do you all think if Y/n now????????? What about when Jungkook snapped at her???? Can someone please talk to me about these feels cuz like okay i can’t handle them

Also i might post the last scene of bts 3 either Tuesday or Thursday

Arms (Sherlock X Reader)

Characters: Sherlock X Reader

Universe: Sherlock

Warnings: Mention of abusive relationship

Request: Can you do a SherlockxReader based on the song Arms by Christina Perri?

Originally posted by caffeinerebelqueen

I never thought that you would be the one to hold my heart

But you came around and you knocked me off the ground from the start

You and Sherlock had met when he took on your case. You were in a bad relationship and you had actually gone missing and your parents had asked Sherlock if he could find you and find out why you ran. He was quick to deduce from seeing your boyfriend he had violent tendencies because of his bloody knuckles and he defensive he was. But finding you was a different matter. Deducing you had ran away to get away from him, as he was sure your boyfriend had no idea. But he was sure to find you before your boyfriend to ensure you were safe from him. He could deduce from your parents and the pictures shown to him, that you were a nice person and that you were just scared.

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Strictly Professional (Part 4)

Summary: After you quit, you take a flight home, and Misha nearly scares you half to death when he shows up in your living room.

Pairing: Misha x Publicist/PA!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: little bit of angst, minor smut, language

A/N: yay! one or two more parts to go, I haven’t decided yet. :-) hope yall are enjoying it so far!

Strictly Professional Masterlist

*Warning: NSFW-ish gif below the cut!*

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You pressed your forehead against the window of the taxi, blankly staring through the glass as you watched the trees pass by. What the hell am I going to do? you thought.

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why i mostly hate shipping/septiplier rant

this thought has been lurking around in the back of my mind on some things. it’s not like i’m trying to forget about it, but i just want to put something in for a once. also, don’t mistake the title ‘why i mostly hate shipping’ as ‘i hate shipping’. shipping is great and fun, but recently since the whole rant about septiplier, a lot of things have been going through my head, so i just want to clear this up.

last year, one of my friends was fangirling in lunch about the ship, which is of course, septiplier. i didn’t know anything else about the ship at the time, until i searched up what it actually was. the ship septiplier is a ship between the youtubers jacksepticeye and markiplier and the fandom was pretty much increasing at the time. and just like any other fangirl/boy, there’s that cliche thing: 'and then she found a new ship’.

septiplier has been my otp ranked first in the list of ships i have in my notes (pls don’t judge my habits) and was pretty much something i would watch on youtube everyday after to school to rewind and relax. it was great. i’d love to thank my best friend for letting me search up and find these two people who put some positivity into other people’s lives as well as mine and theirs.

now the thing was, my best friend who ships septiplier REAL hard, is one of the fangirls that likes to rage over other ships and claim them to be dead, as well making references every time we would talk and text each other. i was like that too before the whole rant, and from the looks of it i probably raged over the ships harder (not that i want this to be exaggerated or showy about this or anything) than her. we were both happy at the time and we had no problems with the ship.

that was until that one night at 12 or 1am when i was going through the septiplier tag on tumblr. (yes that was my night routine 2016 in a nutshell)

when i’m on tumblr, i rarely read the long passage of texts and fanfics, so i just skip them, but then i decided to read one about septiplier, knowing very little that it was going to change the way i looked at septiplier. it was a rant. it was telling the fans to stop writing smut and porn for the ship since it broke mark and jack’s relationship, and that one sentence which freaked me out: 'septiplier could be dead’. i came across more posts like this and i was starting to feel a bit hopeless as i was laying in my bed.

i took some screenshots and showed them to my best friend at school secretly, but it seemed like she just didn’t care. all i remember was that after giving my phone back to me and telling me 'ok’. just that. ok. i felt like i couldn’t trust her with this kind of news anymore, and she was the only friend in our group who only knows and ships septiplier. i bummed me and pissed me off. i kept on reading more posts for a few weeks and that’s when things started to crumble.

i began to ask questions to myself: what will happen to the ship? why isn’t it happening this year again? have mark and jack seen this post? i began t have doubts. doubts that fogged my persepective of septiplier and the way i thought of it. i changed the way i shipped people. it was ok. i was starting to forget about the ship, but there was one thing…

Jacksepticeye’s Q&A livestream.

i watched a bit of the stream throughout and had the usual reactions, freaking out, smiling and listening attentively with a stoic expression on my face. a few days later i went on the septiplier tag again and found a post with a gif of jack from the livestream with a caption saying 'I think everybody involved already knows at this point.’ I shrugged as clicked on the clip to watch, little did i know that this clip was going to haunt me for the rest of my life when i think about septiplier. he explained how the ship came from great and cute, to obnoxious and over-the-top. he and mark legitimately told the mature-writer/artist fans to stop writing and drawing smut/and porn, but nope. they were ignorant of their advice and did it anyway.

Jack’s analogy: 'Everybody was having a great time in the swimming pool, and then someone just had to take a big ol’ shit. Jus a big old shit that nobody wanted, so everybody left.’

The most heartbreaking and saddest thing that I have to mask over is that he even claimed that Septiplier is dead. Also saying that we have to grow up, and we can still ship it. I became so frustrated and confused. How can we still ship Septiplier if the fans who ship it hear from the person in real life say that it’s dead?! I don’t get how we can handle this after him saying it’s officially dead. I agreed at this point to the least, but hearing that broke me in two. I mean:

What happened?

Where did the 2015-2016 Septiplier go?

Here is some news I’ve been seeing on Tumblr and other social media for the past few months:
- Septiplier is dead
- Jack and Mark’s friendship is ruined
- Rants
- The balance between the hate and respect for Amy and Signe
- More rants
- Other ships 'taking over’
- 'Don’t take Tythan/Jelix too far like Septiplier’
- A few hate posts for other ships
- fanfics fluff or smut/fanfic ideas
- art
- the cartoonjunkie incident

i just want to put a message out here.

please be a true shipper and fangirl/boy by respecting other ships. we all have out fantasies and expectations which are addicting to write about, but we must learn to control them. for those of you who rage, please DON’T take anything else too far. it’s also tempting, but again we must learn how to control ourselves. show respect. show respect for ships like septiishu, amyplier, crankiplier and jelix/septicpie. DON’T EVEN THINK about posting any smutty fanfic or art, because youtubers are a part of us too. we don’t want to feel uncomfortable by seeing someone draw us and someone fucking each other; so it’s never okay.

i hope this rant has convinced some of you out there reading this, and if you didn’t really like reading this, i don’t give any fucks about your opinion of this right now. i just want to thank you for reading another boring, weak rant. :)


feel free to comment down your opinions if you’re still reading this :P i’m just a 13 year old girl posting her third post on tumblr lol

G dragon Scenario #64 “Cherry kiss” REQUEST

Note: This gifs are not mine, all the credit to the owner. 

Originally posted by pinkhairedminyoongi

She was kissing you, a real kiss. Her lips played with yours, caressing them sweetly, as she moves her head side to side, and goes from your bottom lip to the top one in slow moves…

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The Science Fair

Words: 1357
Peter Parker X Reader / Tony Stark X Daughter! Reader
request from @jessie-ohler “ Can I have a tony stark x daughter!reader and Peter Parker x reader? You can have whatever you want in it.”

Reader is Tony Stark’s Daughter and best friends with Peter Parker. Things start to get really interesting when Peter asks the reader to be his partner for the Science Fair, when what he really wanted all along was to be her boyfriend! 

(Written with Tom Holland Spiderman in mind but could just as easily be Andrew Garfield or your favorite Spiderman. Not my gif.)

“Hey Stark, wait up!” You’d been rushing through the halls trying to get to your next class on time when your best friend called out to you. Peter Parker had been your best friend since your Freshman year of high school together. He was always dropping things and fumbling around at school but what he lacked in social skills he more than made up for with his genius IQ. “Sorry to keep you,” He apologized. “But I was wondering if you’d be my partner for the Science Fair?”

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with you wanting to come over and borrow my dad’s state of the art lab again, would it?” You winked at him.

“W-what?” He stammered. “No! I mean maybe a little. But we had so much fun the last time!”

“The last time when we almost burned the place down?” You reminded him.

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yoonseok 101: or, if i were the type to call a ship real, i would call this one real

So in my ongoing quest to pull @seriousflightrisk into Bangtan, I’m going to compile yoonseok things that are amazing and wonderful. Don’t ask me about my top Bangtan otp or else things like this happen okay. Everyone needs to love yoonseok or so help me…

(I love this gif so much it’s so accurate okay bye)

yoonseok origin story aka the beginning of the end of me

SO THEY GENUINELY HAVE THE CUTEST BEGINNING IN THE UNIVERSE??? Obvs they were both signed by bighit. Sure great whatever. BUT. Like. Min Yoongi, sweetest person in the universe, noticed that Hobi was kind of struggling and thus befriended him.

J-HOPE: 「Ok, let’s talk about our first meeting. We first met…」

SUGA: 「It was 4 years ago, we met in the dormitory. I joined the company first and then J-Hope came on 24th December?」

J-HOPE: 「That’s right. 2010’s Christmas Eve! When I first walked into the dormitory, I had mixed feelings, I was anxious and was anticipating at the same time. And Suga appeared, he only had boxers on! It was a reality check of the trainee’s life. On that day, Suga spoke to me first and I can still remember what he said to me. I was sleeping in the living room at night and then Suga said to me: 『go sleep in the room』(laughs). I was happy~」

SUGA: 「He was sleeping with the blanket tucked inside out, he looked pity.」

J-HOPE: 「I remember that I replied: 『It’s okay, it’s comfy here.』 Although Suga looks cold, but actually he is a manly man with a warm heart so I like him. ♥」

SUGA: 「Your nose is gradually growing like Pinocchio?」

J-HOPE: 「I got caught? (laughs) One more, I can remember clearly about the 『end of year chicken』. At the end of that year, the other trainees went back home and I was the only one in the dormitory to celebrate the new year. And Suga called to ask if I was fine. I replied saying that I’m bored because I’m all alone and then after a while, Suga came to the dormitory with chicken in his hand! I was so touched at the time I fell for him without even realizing it. If I was a girl, I would definitely fall in love!」

SUGA: 「His condition wasn’t good. He just came to the dormitory and he couldn’t get used to the practice so he was really stressed out. Once, you got up and didn’t you say that you felt dizzy. I was aware of that so I went back to the dormitory earlier than I’ve planned. J-Hope looks bright, likes to joke around and he’s pretty delicate? In another word, he’s vulnerable to stress. He suffered from stress-induced enteritis, so I often took him to the hospital to get an injection.」

(trans via kimmyyang, full interview here)

just little yoonseok things

  • Yoongi says when he’s sad, Hobi energizes him just from looking at him
  • Yoongi cannot finish a take without laughing at Hobi even tho Hobi’s doing nothing?? Get your shit together, Min.
  • he calls Hobi 소소 I can’t even deal with how precious that is
  • their eye contact in this (ft. Yoongi being way more trusting of another person near his eyeballs than I could ever be)
  • the fact that people think Hobi is constantly 11/10 and Yoongi is constantly mad about life but really it’s…kinda the other way around???

(The members have said several times that during time offstage Hobi is pretty chill and kinda sad if he’s not pushing himself to be the moodmaker to make the rest of them happy and I just need you to appreciate that about him okay.)

  • but even so Hobi clearly brings out the extra goofy side of Yoongs, as opposed to just regular goofy

  • they hold hands a lot
  • they ship themselves - they call themselves 솝 (Sope/Sobi) and on April Fool’s Day this year they took over the BTS twitter account and decked it out with stuff for their (eternally forthcoming) subunit 솝므 (Somme), a play on their labelmates 옴므 (Homme).

(That’s right, they have matching 솝 jumpsuits. This photoshoot had them all dressed for their individual v app broadcast shows and yoonseok do a show together called Hwagae Market. It’s ridiculous.)

  • Yoongi lets Hobi manhandle him in a way most of the other members don’t really get to do
  • but also Yoongi’s more comfortable with skinship with Hobi than the other members 
  • this picture that no one has explained yet
  • this one time they had to bungee jump and Yoongi was so worried about Hobi (Hobi is scared of heights…and everything else), he cried
  • this other time Hobi demanded that Yoongi do aegyo and Yoongi was like, no screw that, and then Hobi was like 1 2 3! and Yoongi did the aegyo anyway (he’s so whipped)
  • in the same broadcast Yoongi complained about Hobi taking his seat and then SAT ON HOBI. THERE WAS ANOTHER CHAIR THERE. A WHOLE-ASS CHAIR. EMPTY. WAITING FOR A BUTT. AND HE SAT ON HOBI INSTEAD.
  • (yes I’m still screaming about this chair thing)
  • I have no reason for sharing this, I just want you to see it.

  • also this

  • they pick on each other SO MUCH
  • “You look like a horse!” “Well you look like a turtle!”
  • Hobi’s judgy looks are THE BEST but I especially love it when he turns said looks to Yoongi

In conclusion please love yoonseok okay bye.

Gigi being extra or her obsession with Zayn

I’ve never seen someone as extra as Gigi. She is a new fucking level of extraness. She is so desperate to let everyone know she is dating Zayn that I’m actually starting to think she has some kind of unhealthy obsession with Zayn. 

So here it is, 4 Dumbest Extra Shit Gigi Has Ever Done To Prove Zigi Is Real.

(with the help of strangefurydream)

4. The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon.

So Gigi, for the reason I still don’t understand, was on Fallon’s on May 17th. Jimmy brought up her birthdayweek. (She said she didn’t drink on her birthday lol sure) And then this happened:


It was more like: “My boyfriend-” *Jimmy interupts* “My-” *Jimmy keeps talking* and then she does that bitchie face till he finishes and then she starts talking again. About her boyfriend. 

Why was it so necessary to tell everyone your boyfriend taught you how to play some game? Ok, you won $400, congrats! Everyone understood that it was Zayn who taught you how to play poker (blackjack, actually, but it doesn’t matter) from the first time. No need to repeat it, honey. 

3. Zayn & Z Necklaces.  

I can deal with Z necklace. Nothing biggie.

But this…

I don’t even know how to explain this.. Wearing necklace with your bf’s name on it so pathetic, but works good if you need to prove ‘things are serious between you two’ since all the tabloids like such thing. 

2. Her lockscreen

(That’s my personal favorite)

There is video of Gigi Hadid arriving in Paris. There are paps following her, nothing new. What bad could happen you think? 


(the gif isn’t working for some reason. it I’m doing my best to change that) What do we have there, Jelena? Let’s take a closer look.


All the tabloids went crazy about it.

But they didn’t mention that she lit up her phone for a second so that the paps could take pics of Zayn on her phone. You could say it wasn’t planned and she just wanted to check time? But she didn’t even look at her phone. 

Poor Gigi, you had one job and still managed to fail.

1. ‘lol ur not zayn malik’ shirt

When I first saw it, I thought it was some kind of a joke. A manip or something. Because how could one wear something like this with their bf/gf’s name on it? That’s dumb. But that was real. She really wore a shirt that says lol ur not zayn malik. 

I can’t even find words to describe how annoyed and disgusted I am with this whole situation. What she was thinking about when she bought this shirt? Did she think it would be funny to wear something like this? 

She fucking spent the whole night wearing the shirt that has the name of her fake boyfriend on it. That’s what a fangirl would do. Which leads to the conclusion.

SO, here is what i think.

When Gigi was offered (or told, idk how they arrange all of this) to date Zayn, she agreed since she could finally be know outside of the fashion world and USA. But what she didn’t expect was that she would have a real crush on him? A really really weird one? 

Because that’s exactly how it looks to me. Personally I think she wants people to believe it’s real by being extra. But maybe she also thinks Zayn will like her back. Sorry, babe, he has a boyfriend. 

I don’t know if it’s really like this, but what I can say for sure is that she definitely has this unhealthy weird obsession with Zayn. 


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Part 13

You slowly opened your eyes, trying to adapt your eyes to your surroundings. Your vision cleared up so you looked around the room, realizing you’re still in the Salvatore house. You fell asleep on the couch last night and Stefan didn’t want to wake you up, so he covered you up with a blanket. After a long time, you looked peaceful and happy even in your sleep. There was a fire place in front of you, fire still slowly smouldering. You sat up on the couch, folding the blanket neatly and putting it beside you on the couch. You rubbed your eyes gently and yawned as you got up and headed to the kitchen. You were just about to enter the kitchen when you heard voices. You used your vampire hearing, concentrating on the voice to hear better what they were saying.

‘Where did you get the idea, Bonnie?’ You heard Stefan ask Bonnie. What was he talking about?

'Look I thought it was the best thing to do, she deserves better’

'Yeah, but compelling her to forget about Kai, he was her boyfriend, Bonnie. You can’t just delete someone from their lives like that. It’s not fair.’ Stefan stated. You weren’t sure if he was talking about you or someone else, but according to what he just said, it might’ve been you he was talking about. He did ask you the night before about a guy named Kai, you assumed that’s what they were talking about.

'Look, I did what I had to. It’s not like she’s gonna see him again. She’s happy now, she even did something that you didn’t expect right?’

'Yeah it was fun, watching movies and spend a day without having to worry about everything.’ Stefan said, making your eyes go wide. They were talking about you and apparently you were compelled to forget about him. Even though you didn’t know who Kai was, you surely didn’t like the idea of someone deleting your memories. You walked into the kitchen, seeing Bonnie and Stefan both shooting a glance towards you, pretending like nothing happened.

'Hey, everything ok?’ You asked as you sat down on the stool, taking a chocolate covered strawberry.

'Yeah… everything is just fine.’ Bonnie hesitated, swallowing hard. It was so obvious she was nervous and it seemed like she was scared of what you were going to do. She kinda assumed you heard what they were talking about and she knew if you did find out about it, things wouldn’t be nice for any of you.

'Really? Hmm.. interesting.’ You took a bite of the strawberry and looked at her. 'So, no one has been compelled or anything?’ You shot a glance towards her, obvious anger taking over you face.

'I can explain, I-’

'There’s nothing to explain, Bonnie!’ You stood up and threw a half of the strawberry onto the table  as you started walking towards her. 'You had no right to do that!’ You yelled at her, coming closer and closer to her, making her take a few steps back. You could hear her fast heartbeat and the blood flowing through her veins.

'It’s for your own good! I’m not gonna let you ruin your life because of-’

'I don’t care! I want my memories back! Today! No hesitation, no excuses, today!’ You demanded as you walked over to the table and took another strawberry, taking a bite and walked out of the kitchen, leaving Bonnie and Stefan befuddled.

You jumped on the couch and turned on the TV as you laid down and smiled to yourself.
After a few hours, you heard a knock on the doors. You looked behind you, waiting for someone to enter the living room and it was someone you knew. Klaus Mikaelson. The one and only. You immediately assumed he was the one who compelled you and took away your memories of someone who was apparently very important to you.

'Klaus Mikaelson.’ You said, making eye contact with him. 'I assume you can help me. Am I right or am I right?’ He laughed, walking towards you as he sat down next to you.

'Of course I can. It depends, actually.’

'On what?’ You asked, crossing your arms.

'If you really want it and if it’s safe for you to remember it.’ He stated, waiting for your reaction.

'Look, I deserve to have my memories back and I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who can decide whether I want my memories compelled away or not.’ You stated, making sure he and everyone else in the room understood what you wanted.

'As you wish.’ He said as he came closer to you, making a deep eye contact. You took a deep breath and stared at him, without blinking you listened to what he was saying.

'You’re gonna remember everything I took away from you. Kai Parker is your boyfriend, you love him, very much. He’s currently in prison world, Bonnie put him there.’

'Kai Parker is my boyfriend.’ You repeated what he said. He mentioned a couple of other things and then he suddenly stopped. You blinked a few times before making eye contact with him again. 'Thank you, Klaus.’

'Anytime.’ He said. 'Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go. See you guys around.’ Klaus said as he got up and left the house. You kept quiet for what it seemed like hours to Bonnie and Stefan. You turned your head, looking at Bonnie who kept staring at the floor but lifted her up for a few seconds, your gaze strongly focused on her. You kept looking at her, your anger extremely obvious as it took over your body. You shook your head and got up, stopping right in front of her. You looked at her in the eyes and opened your mouth slightly like you were about to say something, but then closed them again. You bypassed her and went up to your room, slamming the doors behind you.

You ran your fingers roughly through your hair as you started breathing rapidly, your heartbeat increasing. You walked around your room before finally breaking down. You took the first thing that was near your hand and threw it across the room, hitting the doors. You screamed your lungs out and dropped down to your knees, staring at only one spot on the wall. This time, you completely lost it. You didn’t know what you were going to do, all the feelings and memories took over you, and not one by one, they all flooded back to you, all at once. It was something you’ve never experienced before. You tucked your hair behind your ears, taking a deep breath. You calmed down a little bit and got up. You laid down on the bed, calmly, staring at the ceiling. You were lying like that for maybe minutes, maybe hours, trying to come up with a solution to get Kai out of that place. You sat up and smiled to yourself.

'Bingo.’ You trailed off as you took your jacket and walked out of the house towards the city, having a perfect evil plan, which might help you to persuade Bonnie to finally bring Kai back.

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Words: 2313

Dean x Reader

Disclaimers: Some Language

Based on this imagine and requested by gleefinn

Your name: submit What is this?

You were quite certain it was him as you took in the worn jacket and broad shoulders. You decided to risk it.

“Hey stranger,” you said as you touched the man on the shoulder.

He turned, confusion evident on his handsome face at first. Luckily, it quickly changed to recognition & pleasant surprise. He grabbed you into a hug before you could react.

After a moment he held you at arm’s length, looking you over. “God, Y/N. How the hell have you been? You look great…”

You smiled at him. “I’m alright. I see you’re still wearing that old jacket,” you teased.

He looked down as a smile grew on his face, crinkling those familiar green eyes. “Yeah, well. Lot’s of memories in this jacket. The weight of some of the good overcomes the bad,” he said catching your eye.

You knew just what he was talking about and couldn’t stop another grin from spreading across your face as you crammed your hands into your pockets. You looked down at your feet and let out a lilting laugh, “I know what you mean. I guess it’s a bit of a surprise but it seems all us hunters have a nostalgic streak,” you nudged him with your elbow. He gave you a signature Dean half-smile.

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ushas42  asked:

I suppose at some point I should ask what the Evil Within is about, other than a hot policeman with an ax. Wikipedia just confused me.

get ready baby I’m gonna give you all the full version of the story because I am bored and I need people to hop on the trash train with me.

I can’t believe I typed all this. It really shows how much I love you. Or mostly what happens when tumblr puts me in straight baby jail for reblogging too much joseph oda and doesn’t allow me to post for 20+ hours. 

The Evil Within — A serious story recap by Vale plz R&R


The amazing hero of our story Detective Sebastian Castellanos gets sent to the Beacon Mental Hospital to investigate the usual “oh no the radio is mostly static *bzzz bzzz* someone help *bbzzz bzzz*  of course we are not getting all killed *bzzzzz* *high pitched noise* *radio silence*” kind of problems that you always find in survival horrors games.

And of course since he is such a hot dad™ (I am not mocking he is actually a dad also hot in that kind of average game protagonist way) he needs not one but TWO amazing sidekicks to ship him with do all the job for him help him in his adventure. 

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So this is based off a dream that I had awhile back, and yes this is because my car is actually named Crowley. So I hope y’all enjoy it let me know what y’all think.

Word Count:1030

Warnings: language is all that I know of

Credit to Gif Owner

Author: @bookchic20

Thanks to my Beta Reader @sylvanasthebansheequeen

Originally posted by crowleycanyounot

You look down at your rear defrost button and see it flashing on and off yet again. “Ugh… Crowley seriously could you just not, please.” You say out loud to no one as you press the button trying to get it to stop. “Seriously what is your problem today, first your stupid window won’t stay up and now the defrost keeps flipping out.” You shake your head, it had been a long night at work, it was raining and you still had to go to the store to get groceries. “Crowley I swear I gave you the right name because you are most definitely possessed!” You basically yell as you pull into a parking spot, putting the car into park, and resting your head on the steering wheel.

“Why on earth have you been yelling at me all night love? As far as I know we’ve never even met darling.” A smooth Scottish voice says coming from the passenger seat.

Rolling your eyes, you sit up to respond, “I’ve been yelling because you are so possessed you stupid Scottish bastard!” You say looking to your right.

“Well yes, but I think that’s quite well documented.” The man says looking at you with a devilish smirk on his face.

“Wait a minute…? Who the fuck are you and why the hell are you in my car?!” You yell at the stranger, absolutely pissed at not knowing why he was in your car, your hand reaching to the keychain that had a small can of pepper spray.

“Well know I thought you knew who I was, you were in fact saying my name.” He smiles at you. “And I’m here because I was curious as to why you’ve been yelling at me all evening.”

“Wait… Crowley?!” You question your face scrunching up in disbelief.

“In the flesh.” He says doing a mock bow as best he can while sitting in the car. “And you won’t need that pepper spray darling. I don’t see any reason to harm you, well not anytime soon anyway.” He winked.

“Ok, OK, hold the phone. Crowley! Crowley? Like as in the Crowley from the Supernatural books? As in the villain who sometimes forget he’s the villain. Oh my God I must be seriously sleep deprived.” You say, trying to rub some of the sleep from your eyes.

“What do you mean I forget I’m a villain?!” He asks sounding annoyed. “I’m very evil.”

“Hehe…” You cover your mouth trying to hide your laughter.

“What could possibly funny?” He asks raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“Well you kinda just reminded me of why I named my car Crowley.” You say still chuckling a bit, Crowley just giving you a look.

“And? How did you come up with such a good name for a car?”

“Um, well obviously, you know I’m a fan of the books since I know who you are.”

“Obviously, I don’t know why though the main characters are a bit dull.” He says a bit sarcastically.

“Yeah, yeah but anyway, there’s this fan-video about you and it’s called something like, When Your Evil, and it’s full of like fanart of you and what not.” You start to explain, “And when I bought my car that song popped in my head and just kept repeating on the hour drive home. So, Crowley just seemed like a fitting name for him.” Crowley just stares at you in utter disbelief.

“That’s why you named your car Crowley, because a song got stuck in your head?”

“Well yeah, and then he started acting up like that and one of my friends said no wonder you named him Crowley he’s obviously possessed. So, I don’t know, I just think it’s a really fitting name.” You say with a small smile.

“Well at least you didn’t name it after Moose or Squirrel or even that Giraffe Castiel.”

“Nope they didn’t even cross my mind, like I said the song was stuck in my head and Crowley just seemed to fit, plus Crowley is like one of my favorite characters.” You mumble the last part to yourself.

“Oh am I now…?” Crowley starts giving you a strange look, before being interrupted by your phone ringing. “who would possibly be calling you at 11:30 at night?” He asks before you hold your finger up to him, talking to whoever was on the other line.

“Ugh, well not to rush or anything, but I have to go get groceries and I just agreed to go into work early tomorrow, so I need to get some rest.”

“Why?” He asks bluntly.

“Why what?”

“You already look completely exhausted why would you agree to go in early and take away from time you could rest up?” He asks sounding almost concerned.

“Oh… well that just happens when you’re a broke bitch like me. I take any extra hours I can get so I can afford to well, live basically.” You say with a bit of a chuckle, reaching for your purse. “Now I don’t mean to be rude but can you get out of my car so I can lock it, and go get my shopping done.” As soon as you finish speaking he vanishes from the car only to pop up on your side to open your door.

“Well if I must, then I will take my leave, have a good night Miss….”

“(Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)” You tell him your name as he takes your hand to help you out.

“Miss. (Y/L/N) Have a wonderful night and I hope your car acts a little better for you in the future.” He says leaning down and placing a kiss on your hand he disappears yet again.

You shake your head and go into the store to get your groceries, and when you come back to the car not even realizing that the window was now up. And on your drive, home the defrost didn’t flash on even once. Crawling into bed you were so tired and you fell asleep almost instantly. The next morning you woke up so well rested, but you just couldn’t be sure if the previous night was real or just an elaborate dream.