to the most caring and special boy: thanks for always being this amazing human, friend and idol. for always being there for both bangtan and army’s. i hope you realize how amazing, beautiful and talented you’re and how much we love you. may this special day be filled with love from your loved ones and lots of happiness, because that’s what an amazing person like you deserve! remember: you were a star but now you’re the whole universe. keep lighting up the world with your smile 태어나 줘서 고마워요♡°◌̊ ‧˚₊*̥ #HappyJiminDay#지민생일ㅊㅋ
Magnus opened his eyes slowly, giving them time to adjust to the morning sunlight that flooded his bedroom, bathing the room in a warmth that Magnus could feel even when he was tucked under numerous blankets.
As he woke, he realized a handful things. One, he still had his makeup on from the day before, so he curled a finger and let blue mist remove it for him. Two, he was only wearing a pair of black boxers, which he was positive weren’t his because he only owned tight boxer-briefs. Three, this was his and his boyfriend’s first morning waking up next to each other.
Magnus grinned at Alec’s sleeping face, only about a foot away from his own. Alec looked so peaceful when he slept, his features soft and his lips slightly parted. His dark hair was messy, but still looked as soft as a cloud, and Magnus couldn’t help but lift his hand to brush a piece away from Alec’s forehead.
Shadowhunters were light sleepers, Magnus knew, they had to be. Threats could rise at any time, and they had to be alert and ready to spring into action. So Magnus wasn’t surprised when Alec’s beautiful hazel eyes fluttered open and landed on him.
Alec’s smile was blinding. He looked absolutely stunning with his messy hair and sleep-clouded eyes and light stubble covering his jaw. Magnus took a mental picture, wanting to save that image for the rest of his immortal life.
Neither of them said anything. Magnus had shifter closer tangling his legs with his shadowhunter’s, placing a gentle hand on the soft black fabric covering Alec’s chest.
“Good morning.” Alec finally said, and damn, Magnus practically melted at how deep and throaty his voice sounded.
“It is, indeed.” Magnus replied with a smile. He probably looked like a lovestruck dork, but that’s exactly what he was, so he couldn’t care less.
Alec closed what little space was left between them, pressing a soft, close-mouthed kiss to Magnus’ lips. Magnus returned the kiss, tried to get Alec to part his lips, but his boyfriend’s lips stayed stubbornly pressed together.
The look that Magnus gave when they parted seemed to ask the question he’d been about to voice, because Alec shyly looked down at Magnus’ chest and said, “Morning breath.”
Magnus laughed, and Alec looked at him strangely before he lifted his hand. With a simple flourish and a few blue sparks, both of their mouths tasted of mint.
A wide grin spread across Alec’s face. “I love you.” He said as he leaned in again, this time parting his lips as he captured Magnus in a passionate kiss.
Neither of them had intentions of their kiss getting so heated, but things led to other things, and within minutes, Alec had pulled Magnus on top of him and Magnus was trying to get Alec’s shirt off.
Alec broke away from the kiss, and from the feeling of it, Magnus knew that Alec hadn’t wanted to.
“I have to be at the Institute in fifteen minutes.” Alec huffed out a strangled breath as Magnus attached his lips to the side of his neck.
“A lot can be done in fifteen minutes.” Magnus purred into his boyfriend’s ear, a hand sneaking down Alec’s body.
Alec seemed to give in for a few minutes. Magnus continued to work on Alec’s neck, paying extra attention to his sensitive Deflect rune, but Alec suddenly pulled away.
“I really have to go,” Alec started, shifting out from underneath Magnus. “As much as I want to…you know…do that,” he began, standing up. “I know that once we start, I won’t want to stop.”
Magnus took a minute to look his love over, a smirk on his face. Alec was wearing a black shirt, as usual, and a pair of loose forest green sweatpants. He rolled out from under the covers and stood up out of bed, Alec’s black boxers loose on his hips, threatening to fall down at any second.
“Go do your job, Mr. Lightwood.” Magnus smirked, moving to stand in front of Alec, who automatically moved to wrap his strong, runed arms around Magnus’ waist.
“I’ll call you later, promise,” Alec said before ducking down to peck Magnus on the lips. “One more thing before I go, though.”
Magnus was confused. He tilted his head to the side as Alec removed one arm from around his waist, bringing his hand up to brush a piece of un-styled hair out of his face.
“Your eyes are beautiful.”
Magnus froze. He hadn’t even realized that he didn’t have his glamour up. Had his warlock mark been showing the entire morning?
Then he remembered Alec looking at him so lovingly, Alec kissing him good morning, Alec smiling at him like he was the most gorgeous thing in the universe. All while his cat-eyes were unglamoured.
A deep blush creeped up Magnus’ neck, coloring his cheeks, making him feel hot.
“Your blush is also pretty beautiful, just saying.” Alec said with a lopsided grin, pressing a kiss to Magnus’ flaming cheek.
“I’m not blushing!” Magnus exclaimed, eyes on the ground, but he was smiling.
This all felt like a dream. His whole relationship with Alec felt like a dream, actually, too good to be true. He’d never felt this loved in his entire life. None of the 17,000 other lovers made Magnus feel the way that Alec made him feel. Alec accepted him for who he was, he wasn’t thrown off by his warlock mark, he treated Magnus with respect that he’d never received from any other shadowhunter.
When Magnus finally looked back up, his eyes still unglamoured, he saw Alec staring at him. There was so much love in his gaze, so much adoration in his smile.
And Magnus knew, right then, that Alec was the love of his life.
(wow, this got a bit out of hand in length, sorry!! i hope that you like it! check out my prompts post and inbox me prompts that you’d like me to write!!)
I’m in love with her. I know because her voice brings more calm over me than I ever thought was possible. I’m in love with her. I know because her smile warms my whole body and I can’t help but smile myself. I’m in love with her. I know because her laugh is a laugh I want to hear for the rest of my life. I’m in love with her. I know because no matter how many disagreements we get in I don’t want to walk away, I want to work it out. I’m in love with her. I know because we talk of our future, and it no longer scares me the way it used to. I’m in love with her. I know because I found my soulmate, I have the most beautiful girl in the universe, her smile, her laugh, the way she scrunches her nose when I call her cute, she’s stunning, and I once feared the feelings I have now, but with her I embrace them. I am in love with her, and I can’t wait to spend forever by her side.
Did anybody else just die from that tiny but still so happy expression on Peter’s face as Yondu carried him from the blast and listening to Yondu tell him he’s so proud to call him his boy? Not to mention Yondu’s face with that sad but loving smile he gave his baby boy! It’s like the most beautiful I’ve ever seen them!!
Peter looked at him like a little boy staring up in awe at his father like he’s his hero and Yondu looked like the proudest daddy in the whole damn galaxy <3
It’s cute fluff this time (no horrible sad zombie AU which I hate but can’t stop thinking about.)
SUMMARY: Jonas is in his second or third year of marine biology at university. He and Mitch live in an apartment together. Uhhh also Mitch is making some pretty sweet dough from selling drugs by now???
A/N: A lot of this is based off of personal experiences with friends taking me to clubs with them and such. I outlined this in some sort of post-club stupor at 4:30am last week, and I guess I decided to actually finish an idea for once???
Also, this is my first time trying to write in present tense??? It feels super weird to do, but I hope it reads okay!
BTS reaction to you, their s/o, having self-harm scars.
❀I know this is a rather delicate subject so I want to let every single one of you that’s reading this know that if you’re struggling with anything, going through hard times or if you simply need someone to talk to, you can always send me a message and I’ll be more than happy to listen to you and try to help in any way that I can. I’ve been there and self-harm is no way for anyone to cope with their feelings. I love you ❀
Prompt: “George x reader were he is convinced she’s in love with Fred because they’ve been spending time together and he’s heartbroken but really they’ve been talking about her feelings for George during that time because she’s convinced she isn’t good enough ??? Maybe it all comes to a fluffy head at the burrow during the holidays? :)”
Requested?: Yes, by the lovely anon:)
(A/N): I suck at titles. Someone teach me how to make good titles. I have a lack of that talent.
George Weasley had a secret. No, he didn’t kill a man, no, he didn’t steal all the gold. He was in love with a girl, Y/n Y/l/n. She was smart, beautiful kind and funny. She had talent for a lot of things, but her smile was so bright, that thousands of wands couldn’t recreate such a brightness.
George, however hadn’t told anyone, not even his own brother, Fred Weasley. That was because she was spending so much time with Fred lately, he was certain she was in love with Fred. And George didn’t want to stop their happiness. He sat alone on the sofa in the common room. Y/n and Fred were off, doing whatever they were doing. Little did he know, they were just talking in the library, about a certain person.
“Fred, I don’t know if you get it.” Y/n sighted as she pressed her head against the wooden table. Her heart was racing from frustration. “I’m just not good enough for your brother. He is smart and funny, not to mention pretty handsome. And I am just… Me.”
“No, Y/n. You are the one who doesn’t get it. He would be luck to have someone like you. You are beautiful, smart and, I got to admit; if you try, you can be funny.” Fred threw his arms in the air. “You got to deal with you feelings one time soon.” Fred continued, his voice softer.
“I know, but I don’t know if I can accept a ‘no’.” She looked up at Fred, her eyes big and sad.
“You don’t have to take a no. You are a strong, independent woman. You can get what you want.” Fred shrugged.
“Yeah, thank you. I guess that’s why you have so many dates.” Y/n said with a raised brow.
“Hey, I’m just saying that he would probably date you.”
Y/n huffed and looked away. “Yeah, maybe if I was better. Maybe if I was good enough.” Fred sighted dramatically, they had been talking about this for a few months now.
“Woman, you are going to kill me one day.”
George looked up as Fred and Y/n came in, obviously arguing about something. “Hey guys!” George said, happy that there was some kind of amusement. The arguing stopped and they both put on their innocent smiles.
“Hello George.” Fred said with a smile. “I’m sorry, if you’ll excuse me.” He said, winking at Y/n before heading to his dorm. George raised a brow.
“yeah, I should probably finish this essay.” Y/n said, her cheeks growing red. George, scratching the back of his neck, stepped aside.
“I thought you were studying with Fred?” He asked, unsure if he wanted to know the answer. Y/n froze for a second before pretending to be okay.
“We had important things to discuss, so we didn’t study much.” She breathed out.
“You were gone for almost three hours, and I couldn’t join you.” George said softly. Without an answer, Y/n left the room, faster then she had ever done before.
“Why are you avoiding me?” George asked his brother.
“i certainly am not ignoring you. I am just spending time with Y/n.” Fred said with raised brows.
“Yes, with your girlfriend!” George spat, hurt in his eyes, his voice bitter. He walked away. He walked away from his brother. Away from his problems. But he took his pain with him.
George found himself sitting on a stair, he didn’t even know where he was. And he didn’t care. With a sight, he ran his hand over his face, only to find his voice wet with tear. He hadn’t noticed he was crying. He didn’t want to be sad, because Fred and Y/n were probably happy together. Yet, he couldn’t get rid of the aching pain in his chest. He knew his heart was broken. But he didn’t want to say, or even think about that. He needed to find peace with the fact that Y/n would be happy with Fred. There was nothing he could do about it.
The twins sat in the train back home. it was Christmas break and Y/n got to stay with the Weasley’s for four days. Her parents were on a trip for work, and couldn’t make it in time. She and her best friends had been looking forwards to this moment, but it was really awkward. George didn’t say anything, he kept staring out the window. Fred was eying the two of them with confused looks. Y/n sighted and moved closer to George, placing a hand on his leg. He shot up and looked at her before his eyes drowned back in sadness.
“Georgie, what is wrong? You have been acting strangely the last couple of days.” Y/n asked concerned. Her brows knitted together, a questioning look on her face.
“Nothing is wrong Y/n. I’m fine.” He snapped. Slightly surprised by his respond, she moved back away.
“Okay then, George.” Both of them felt a sting of pain in their chest by the way Y/n’s voice sounded. The warm, sweet tone was gone. She sounded distant, and cold. She had always known George would never see her like that. But this wasn’t something he would ever say to her. She guessed he didn’t even want to be friends.
The event on the train seemed to be forgotten when everyone was in the Burrow. Ron wasn’t there, he had stayed a Hogwarts with hermione and Harry. It was the second night, and Y/ tortured with horrible nightmares. She shot up and looked around, a soft gasp leaving her lips. She remembered where she was when she heard Ginny turn around. Shaking, Y/n got up, wanting a glass of water.
The stairs were unfamiliar, and when she bumped into someone, she softly squealed before feeling an arm around her waist.
“Y/n?” It was George. Y/n relaxed but George kept his arm around her waist.
“Why are you up?” Y/n was aware of his arm around her waist, the nightmare almost forgotten.
“I had a nightmare, wanted something to drink. Nothing special. What about you?”
“I haven’t slept well in a few days.” George admitted. Y/n was concerned, he did sound tired lately.
“You know, my mother had told me a trick. Let’s go to the kitchen, maybe it’ll work.” Y/n let her hand slide in George’s hand and pulled him with her.
“So, what is this magic trick your mother had thought you?” George asked as Y/n opened the fridge. She smiled and shook her head.
“You’ll see.” She mixed some milk and chocolate, honey and a few herbs. she added sugar and poured it in a cup. “Drink.” George raised a brow at her and smiled.
“Chocolate milk?” He asked. Y/n just grinned and waited for him to take a sip. Y/n smiled when she saw his eyes grow big and look back into the cup.
“Y/n, what did you do with it? It is good, but weird.” Y/n smiled and shook her head.
“It’s the herbs. It will help you. Just drink it and go to bed.” She smiled and made an attempt to leave. Yet, now maybe was the time to ask the question that had been bothering her for a while.
“George, are you mad at me?”
“Why would you think that?” His voice sounded really surprised.
“It’s just… You have been ignoring me, almost. Did I do something wrong?” George swallowed, feeling nervous.
“No, I was just a jerk I think.” Y/n jumped on the table, her legs dangling over the edge of the table.
“Why do you say that?”
“I should just have accepted the fact that you and Fred are a couple. I mean, it was hard for reasons you wouldn’t understand but I’m really trying-” George got cut of by her laughter.
“Why are you laughing.”
“Because Fred and I aren’t a couple.” Y/n said, wiping away a tear.
“yes, we spent a lot of time together, but not because I liked him! I asked him for advice, because I did like someone else and he is one of my best friends.”
“Then why didn’t you ask me?”
“Because it would have been rather awkward to talk about the feelings I have about you.” Y/n clapped a hand in front of her mouth, eyes wide. George was also surprised.
“You… Like me?” Y/n sighted and rubbed her forehead, running her hands through her hair.
“Yes. I do.”
“Then why didn’t you tell me?” George was talking quit, like they were talking about something no one could hear.
“Because I’m not good enough for you, obviously.” She stated. That comment hurt George, because she was everything he had ever dreamed of. Kind and sweet, funny and sarcastic, bright smile and eyes that held whole universes. Not to mention her pretty face or amazing body.
“Why would you say that? You are the most sweetest, funniest, smartest and most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. When I first saw you, I knew I was lost. I knew my heart had belonged to you. It was like I saw an angel. Then I talked to you, and you were what I could only describe as a real angel.”
“When did you get so sappy?” Y/n asked with a soft laugh. George smiled and brushed a lock of hair out her face.
“I’m acting from my heart.” He whispered before leaning in and kissing her. Y/n was gladly surprised, she smiled against his lips and grabbed his collar, bulling him in between her legs. Her lags wrapped around his waist, hands on his face and neck. His hands lay on her waist and side of her face. He smiled too. The long kiss got interrupted by a yawn from George.
“I guess the ‘magic trick’ does work?” She asked with a grin. “You better get into bed.” She said. George groaned.
“But I want to kiss you again.” he whispered in her ear before kissing her cheek.
“We will have time tomorrow.” She laughed. Jumping of the table, she pecked his lips. “Sweet dreams, Georgie.” She softly winked and turned around, walking a way.
That night, a grin rested on both of their lips. They couldn’t wipe it off. They felt happy, knowing their feelings were answers. Knowing they wouldn’t be alone, they would have each other.
Levi is a prissy History teacher, who insists on everything being orderly, clean, and on time. Eren is an outgoing, fun-loving English teacher who every student loves. Oh, and they hate eachother’s guts. So naturally, the 104th class decides to get them together, by any means necessary.
Before cell phones. Before the Kardashians. Before internet porn. The year is 1994. Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, poor kids from the wrong side of the tracks, have been transferred with the rest of their neighborhood to the posh, uptown Trost High (Home of the Titans). Mikasa and Armin seem to fit in well enough, but Eren isn’t quite so lucky. Of course, most of this has to do with Eren’s personality. When he accepts a bet to lose his virginity (and actually prove that someone likes him) by the end of the semester, it’s hard for him to deny the improbability of winning. After all, the only one he seems to be talking to these days is the weirdly pretty (and just plain weird) goth working at the donut shop down the street…
Eren Jaeger is sharp, determined and hard working but doesn’t consider himself beautiful or good looking in the least. When he lands his dream job, working at Survey Corp Publications as the Executive Assistant to a high-end Fashion magazine’s Editor-in-Chief, his life is turned Topsy-Turvy. All he wants to do is work hard to become an Editor, but his boss Levi seems keen on making his life a living hell.Levi is a notorious playboy who gets what he wants both in and out of the bedroom. As Editer-in-Chief of New York’s best selling high-end Fashion Magazine, Levi is forced to work with an overly determined, hot-headed brat with a rat’s nest for hair and the most incredible eyes he’s ever seen and it’s all because of Erwin Smith.
Real World AU. Eren Jaeger seems to have the good life. He just got into Rose University, Heaven for a Photographer, and his horribly absent Father is completely out of his life. But on Eren’s first day of University, he is given a project by his professor. Use all three art forms to prove your talent but theirs a catch. It has to be based on the musical run by the Drama Department, ‘Phantom of the Opera’. It’s not much of a problem until he end up with the senior ‘Phantom’ himself, Levi Ackerman. With time, they get closer and closer until they realize that their future is in jeopardy. Are you Ready?
Eren, 17, student. Not gay, definitely not gay (at least that’s what he says). Known as “The fuck-up” has to work every night of his god damn life to deliver pizza in an attempt to make enough money for him and Mikasa to get by on their own since their dad abandoned them. The shitty tiny apartment is what he calls his hell hole. He hates school, he hates work, he hates his life but he wants to make it better some day. One particular night, a customer calls a couple of minutes before the Pizzeria closes to place an order. Eren is pissed off, to say the least. Until that stranger opens the door of his house and grabs him by the shirt.
Having been on the streets with his sister from a young age, Eren is used to skirting around the law to get by. He’d long since discarded any childhood dreams of joining the Survey Corps; his focus now was to help provide for and protect Mikasa, her son, and the secret that could very well get them killed. He was doing just fine after joining a street gang, until of course fate decided to literally fling him straight into the line of sight of the one man with a reputation for hunting down criminals like himself; Captain Levi of the Survey Corps.
FBI Agent Eren Jaeger goes undercover into The Legion, a notorious group running drugs through the city of New Orleans, to avenge the death of his best friend and partner. How will his life change when he realizes that sometimes things aren’t always as black and white as they seem?
Eren is one of the few Alphas who go into rut without the presence of an Omega in heat nearby, and after suppressing it for nearly two years, the drugs are no longer working. As a last resort he heads to an Omega refuge, hoping to find a suitable, but temporary, mate. When he finds one lost in a fatal 'red heat’, he’ll do whatever it takes to ease his suffering.
When Levi’s fist sounded out against the wood, the Alpha did not open it right away. Leaned into it, pressing his forehead against the smooth surface. Felt the pull of the Omega on the other side, just as he had that first day in the shelter. A whole new kind of gravity that tugged him not down to the earth but straight towards Levi. The laws of the universe shifting to bring them closer together, and Eren could not resist their inevitability.
Levi had planned to spend his summer vacation before 5th grade reading and quietly doing chores outside at his uncle Kenny’s house. That is, until the boy with the most beautiful teal eyes Levi has ever seen moved in across the street and wanted to be his friend.
Death follows us all, and she can’t understand why are we so scared of her. After all, she’s compassionate being too. (Death POV)
A/N: Death and Love are sisters. Love has a daughter, Life. No, I’m not on drugs. While I was writing my eyes decided that they wanted to be clouds and rain on my face. So yeah, tell me what do you think about this.
I found him beautiful.
I found him rare, special. I found him exquisite.
I watched him grow up, I watched him get hugged multiple times by my sister. I’ve always wondered if she found him beautiful too. After all, Love have always found every single thing beautiful. Love makes every single thing look more alluring. Maybe that’s why everybody seems to like her.
I’ve seen how fate took him to my war zone, and how he threw some soldiers to my embrace. I remember how I gladly accompanied them to where they souls belonged to since then. However, it killed me how they came to me, all beaten up, fear in their eyes as if I was the one who pulled the trigger. But it wasn’t Bucky’s fault. Everything is written down for me. He just happened to be my intermediary.
He was my diamond before they decided to rip off his humanity: so tough, yet so fragile. They tried to send him to me multiple times, his agony calling me desperately, his screams asking for my presence. But I simply couldn’t take him. I knew my sister had something saved up for him, something exceptional: a soulmate.
A/N: The first fic that I post here on tumblr so I hope you enjoy it! Also, it’s a bit angsty (maybe more than a bit so be prepared). More fics will follow!
“We’ve been hit!”
His breath comes out ragged as he stares ahead blankly, vision blurry, his heart pounding in his chest.
“She was down there.”
His mouth is dry and his legs feel like they will give in any second now.
“There was nothing we could do.”
Suddenly there are two hands on his shoulders, gripping him tightly in an attempt to keep him steady.
“Jim! Hey, look at me.”
He blinks and his vision gradually becomes more focused again. Jim realizes that the hands belong to Bones, who is currently standing in front of him.
“I have to go,” Jim whispers. It is the clearest thought in his head, the only one that matters.
“No, Jim, I need you to calm—”
“No!” He interrupts, then looks around. Confusion and anger make their way up his throat when he sees everyone standing in silence, unable to meet his eyes. Why is he the only one who wants to help? Why is no one doing anything?
“I made a promise. I have to go,” Jim repeats, his tone surprisingly sharp, and misses the sympathetic looks his crewmembers exchange.
“Captain, you can’t go there,” Scotty, standing behind Bones, says, “the doors are sealed shut. Even if we find a way to open them, we’ll get sucked out of the ship immediately. I’m sorry, she’s…” His voice cracks.
The words don’t make any sense and Jim doesn’t understand (or maybe he doesn’t want to). For him, the only thing important right now is the promise. He can’t break it. He will never be able to forgive himself if something were to happen to you.
“Captain, with all due respect, we have to get out of the nebula right now and head to the nearest Starbase.”
That was Spock – or perhaps Sulu? Jim isn’t quite sure.
“Jim, look at me.” Bones. “I need you to breathe slowly and as evenly as possible, okay? In and out.”
Jim releases a deep breath and reaches out to the doctor, not quite knowing why. Maybe his legs finally gave in.
“Alright, I got you,” mumbles Bones, “now close your eyes. Close your eyes and breathe.”
His world explodes in colors the first time Jim sees you. At least, that’s the best he can think of and he’ll certainly never describe it in any other way. All of a sudden, everything around him feels so much more vibrant the moment your eyes meet his.
(To be fair, the alcohol in his system combined with the punch he received thirty seconds earlier probably helped with that.)
It’s been two years since that night you looked down at him while he laid on the floor of the bar. Your hair falls around your face, eyes narrowed with a concerned expression. The dimmed light behind you illuminates you while you stand over him.
“Are you an angel?” His words are slurred in his drunken state, and his head feels as if someone dropped a piano on top of it.
You roll your eyes and laugh, and Jim knows that he wants to take you home tonight. And tomorrow.
Fast-forward and you are sitting on his bed with a cup of coffee in your hands, looking over San Francisco. You are only wearing one of his uniform shirts, and the gold has never looked more beautiful than in this particular moment.
“I really need you to stop getting into bar fights,” you announce when the door to the bar closes behind you.
“And I really need you to stop laughing at my pain. I saved you from that asshole.” Jim pouts while pressing a tissue against his bleeding lip.
“I’m not laughing, I’m smiling,” you reply. “Besides, it’s not because you’re hurt.”
“Why are you smiling, then?”
“You just called me your girlfriend for the first time.”
“I love you,” you whisper when he pulls up the zipper of your black dress as you get ready to meet his mother. You’re the first girl he introduces to her, and Jim hopes that you’ll also be the last.
“I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He tells you once your breathing begins to calm down and your cheeks stop looking so pale. It was a nightmare—a bad one—and it woke the both of you.
“So do I.” Your voice sounds a bit hoarse, and you give him a weak smile before resting your head on his chest. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up.”
“Don’t be.” Jim begins to run his fingers through your hair. “You want to talk about the dream?”
“Okay. Just know that I’m here for you. I won’t let anything bad happen to you, ever. I promise.“
The Admiral calls and Jim is about to press ‘Ignore’, when he hears a soft melody coming from the bathroom. You’re singing some old show tune in the shower and it makes him chuckle. Even though you aren’t a particularly good singer, the thought of hearing you do it every day for the next decades to come doesn’t sound so bad. For a split second he even imagines you sitting next to a crib, humming a lullaby, and Jim feels at peace. He knows that you would never ask him to leave this job. You only want him to be happy and if that means being captain of the Enterprise, then so be it. He also knows that he loves you more than anything else. After all, the sun rises and sets with you.
“So, let’s discuss this job offer,” Jim says when he answers the call.
Memory after memory follows and he can’t make it stop. You, laughing and talking loudly as you arrive home drunk from a bar. Quiet whispers between soft pillows. Shouting as you two fight again about some stupid little thing neither of you will remember in an hour. You in your red uniform, face and hands dirty with grease and oil, but with a big smile on your face. You, walking down the stairs, wearing a breathtaking dress, allowing him to realize that in his eyes you’ll always be the most beautiful being in this galaxy (hell, the whole universe). A swirl of blue, gold and red – a firework that makes his head hurt.
When Jim opens his eyes again, he feels as if his world becomes black and white once more.
I love Kim Seokjin 💖💖💖 An angel 💛💛💛 His voice 🎤🎤🎤 And his jokes 😂😂😂 His beautiful face 😻😻😻 And his acting skills 🎭🎭🎭 His pretty smile 😍😍😍 And his precious laughter 🎼🎼🎼 I love Jin so fucking much he’s the most amazing human being in the whole universe 🌌🌌🌌 He’s my sun and my moon and my stars 🌞🌛🌟 Jin Jin Jin
Baekhyun didn’t know what was friendship and what love felt like. His parents were never home when he was a child. He was all alone during elementary and middle school, he never had a smile on his face. Back then, he hid all of his feelings and tried to be the tough guy he is. Now, it came naturally, he was so used to it that he didn’t even need to act like he didn’t care. Nobody dared to talk to him in the school. Everybody ran away from his sight. He was that mysterious guy who people talked nonsense about.
“I heard that he punched a guy in the club just because he looked at his direction?”
“That’s a lie Jongdae. He hates going to clubs.” you said, still focusing on your paper.
“Oh Miss (Y/N), where did you learn that?” he poked your side.
“He told me himself, you know, since we’re dating?”
“HOLY FUCK SINCE WHEN” Jongdae screamed.
You put your hand on his mouth and slapped the back of his head.
“It’s been a few months, I thought you knew.”
“(Y/N), does he even talk? I mean, I’ve never seen him talk in a peaceful way. He’s always cursing or shouting.”
“Trust me, he does more than just talking.”
“Ew, you’re gross. I didn’t need to know that. You and your stupid kinks.”
“I learn from the best, Kim Jongdae.”
Baekhyun was sitting in the corner of the library with a book in his hand, acting like he was reading it but actually his mind was somewhere else.
Suddenly he felt a pair of arms wrap around his neck. He was tense from a second but then relaxed under the touch when he realised who was it.
“You shouldn’t come up to me like that. I could’ve hurt you.”
“How did you know it was me?” You said, planting a kiss on the top of his head.
“Simple, firstly, I could smell your perfume and secondly, nobody has the courage to hold me like you do.” he said with a smile on his face.
He pulled you by his side before pulling you onto his lap and kissing you on the lips. His hands gripped on your waist tightly, not wanting to let you go. You tried to pull away from him but he wouldn’t let you go. You hit his chest playfully, trying to stop him, eventually he got the hint and pulled away, licking his lips while he stared at you intensely.
“We’re in a public place you idiot.”
“Nobody would dare to come next me to, don’t you worry kitten.” he replied, caressing your hair softly. “I was thinking about something lately…” he continued.
“Why me? Why did you come to me when there were like millions of guys who wanted to be in my place, like Jongdae, that was his name right?”
“You always ask the easiest question, Baek. When we were doing the project, I had the chance to learn about your past and what you want to do in future. What you like to do when you’re alone, what you like to eat, which tv shows you like and things like that. In the end I understood that you’re lame and all but that’s what I found interesting about you. You’re not the person we see outside, you have a whole different personality and that- I just like you. If I keep talking I’m gonna start saying stupid stuff.” You looked down when you realised that you were staring to blush.
Baekhyun couldn’t help but stared at you in awe. Nobody had told him that he was lame before. It wasn’t a good thing but when it came off from your lips, it was the most beautiful word in the entire universe. You were making him a kind of way that he wasn’t sure about. He had never felt this way about somebody before.
“(Y/N), you suck less than most of the people.”
Dang Baekhyun, what the fuck was that? ‘You suck less than most of the people’ Really? That was how you were going to say ‘ I love you’…
“That’s the best compliment I’ve ever gotten in my whole life.” You said smiling at Baekhyun.
But Baekhyun didn’t want it to say it as a compliment, he wanted it to mean more.
“(Y/N) I- I didn’t mean it like that- I- Fuck, I don’t know how to say this. Literally everybody I’ve ever met in the past 25 years failed me somehow and they suck, fuck all of them, but you.. You’re the only person who made me feel special and I just love-”
Before he could complete his sentence, he felt your warm lips against his own, moving slowly in sync. Baekhyun has never kissed someone like he kissed you before. Was he supposed to like it this much? He could spend the rest of his life kissing your lips. You pulled away and rested your forehead against Baekhyun’s.
“You suck less than more people too, Baek and also if we keep sitting like that and making out, the old lady will kick us out since she’s been staring at us for the past 20 minutes.”
“Then let’s make her kick us out, shall we?” and with that, Baekhyun leaned in once more.
I got bored at work and some random question popped in my head... what kind of heartless human doesn't love Louis? like, who in their right mind thinks Louis is not the most lovable person in the whole universe? what horrible evil thinks it's fine to hurt Louis even at the slightest and wants to take that angelic happy smile off of that beautiful face? who? why? how?
Harry you’re at a nine and I need you at like a seven.
Y/N spent the next few weeks barely leaving Kai’s apartment. She couldn’t stand being around her friends right now… Every time she saw any of them , the pain of what they did crushed her heart all over again. She loved Kai still and knew that one way or another he’d be back. Either he’d find his way out of there or she’d find someone to do the spell and bring him back. Lilly Salvatore wasn’t going to give up either , she was sure of it.
Y/N woke up in Kai’s bed feeling someone’s hands around her waist. I’m just imagining it. she thought. It hasn’t been the first time since Kai got trapped in 1903 that she felt as if someone was there with her. Everywhere around the apartment , she’d see his face , hear his voice…. but this time it felt different. It felt more real than before. Y/N rolled over and found Kai starring at her. “K-kai ?” she said startled. “No … no … I’m imagining it again.” tears started filling her eyelids. “Don’t cry. ” he said wiping a tear from her face.“I hate it when you cry… I am really here. I am real.” Kai watched as his words started sinking into Y/N’s mind , her eyes widening when she realised it was really him standing there , a smile spreading across her face melting his heart.He had missed her more than he thought possible. “OH MY … KAI !” she said rolling over , standing on top of him. “You are back !!! How … when ?” a wide grin on her face. “You know , never mind that … You are here !!” she said leaning in to kiss him deeply. “Wow , calm down baby.” he said grinning too. “I can’t ! I missed you so much …” she said unable to keep her lips off of his. “I love you ! I love you!” Kai laughed , the most beautiful sound in the whole universe filling in the room. “I love and missed you too Y/N. More than you can imagine.” he said , resting his forehead against her before pushing her away ,sitting on the bed with a serious look on his face. Y/N was confused for a moment as to what was happening. She took his hand and he turned towards her , a grim smile on his face. “What is it ?” she asked. “Nothing… ” he said , “Thats a beautiful dress you got there…” “Thanks .. It’s for Jo’s wedding…. which is today. They are making me go even tho I told them specifically I never wanted to see any of them ever again.” Y/N said sadly. “Are you going to the wedding ?” Kai asked , same grim look on his face. “I was thinking about going … All the Gemini will be here and I thought , maybe somehow I’d convince one of them to help me break you out of 1903 prison world , or at least get them to send me there.” Y/N watched as Kai’s lips turned into a smile. “You wanted to go to 1903 just to be with me ? Stuck reliving the same day over and over again for all eternity ?” he said surprised. “I couldn’t bare another moment being away from you.” she said as Kai wrapped his hands around her. “Neither could I.” Kai said , kissing her forehead. “There is something I have to tell you. I am going to make them pay for what they did… but I need you to stay here , OK. Don’t go to the wedding.” “Why not ? ” she asked confused. “Malachai Parker , what have you got planned for today ?”
Y/N sat there listening to Kai’s plan , her eyes wide with shock and fear but not because of what he wanted to do. She had learned a long time ago that when you cross Kai , things get ugly. No , she was afraid because he didn’t know her friends like she did. They’d kill him for what he was planning to do.. for what he had already done. … but there was no talking him out of it. He made her promise that she wouldn’t go and she promised , knowing very well in the end she will break that promise. It was better this way - she’d have a chance to try and get him to pull back on his plan… and she didn’t want him to put a boundary spell on the apartment to keep her in there.
* * *
Y/N got dressed and drove to the wedding. As she was getting out of the car , her eyes fell on Kai who was standing on the edge of the forest. He motioned for her to follow. She looked around a few times , making sure no one could see her and walked towards him following him into the forest. They walked in silence for a while until they were far away so no one can hear them. “You shouldn’t be here.” he said. “You promised me.” There was hurt in his voice , he wasn’t angry … he was sad. “Where else would I be?” she asked , wrapping her hands around him. “Don’t do this Kai.” Y/N pleaded. “I’m sorry. I have to.” he said pressing his lips against hers. “I love you so much , Y/N.” he said and suddenly dissapeared into thin air. “Kai , please … I know you can still hear me. I can’t lose you.” she said , her voice breaking. “I love you …” But no answer came. Y/N had no idea if Kai was still there with her or not. ___________
Jo and Alaric’s wedding was a complete disaster. In the very beginning everything had been perfectly fine , she even felt someone holding her hand and there was no question who it was… then suddenly that someone was gone. Kai went through with his plan , interrupting the wedding right before Jo has finished her wedding vow. All the mayhem that followed sent Y/N across the room and onto the floor , hitting her head , pieces of glass piercing in her stomach. She was badly hurt and the pain was so strong but none of it even compared to seeing Kai stab himself in the neck with a piece of glass. Y/N tried to get to him but each move caused the glass shards to move further into her body. She cried out for help but her scream was muffled by others. A couple of times she blacked out. When she became concious again , there was someone standing over her , trying to remove the glass pieces. Her vision was blurry but the voice she heard … she’d recognize it anywhere. In fact , she was sure his voice could bring her back from the dead , that’s how strong hold he had on her. “Don’t move.” Kai said pulling another piece of glass out of her stomach. Y/N groaned in pain. “Damn it …” he cursed under his breath. “That one has penetrated deeper , hold on.” A few moments later Kai had the piece pulled out , a loud scream tearing itself free from Y/N’s throat. He bit his wrist and gave her his blood to heal her. Y/N shot up straight wrapping her hands around him and cupping his face before kissing his soft lips. “You are OK!” she said , relief in her voice. “I saw you die … I … ” suddenly tears started falling down her face. Kai pulled her in close and kissed her deeply. “Leave.” Kai said , suddenly serious. Y/N looked at him confused. “Leave? What ? NO ! I am not leaving you !” she protested. Kai grabbed her shoulders , locking eyes with her. “I love you , Y/N… and I want you out of harms way. You can’t be here for what comes next.” He kissed her forehead before continuing “If something happens to you … I … ” Kai’s eyes darted to her vervain bracelet and he took it off. “God , I hope this works … Listen to me Y/N - leave and forget you saw me today. I’ll find you when this is all over. I love you.” he said looking straight into her eyes. Without her vervain bracelet Y/N couldn’t fight the compulsion and did exactly as Kai compelled her to do. Kai watched as the girl he loves left through the doors not turning around and his heart broke a little at the thought he had almost lost her… but he was going to make damn sure that never happened again.
* * *
A few hours later , Y/N’s phone rang. It was Stefan , he wanted her to go to the Salvatore house. Something had happened. Y/N got in her car and drove over. When she got there , Damon explained to her how Kai had linked Elena’s life to Bonnie and then had tried to kill Bonnie… so he had killed him. Y/N’s eyes widened , she shook her head refusing to believe what Damon had told her. “No. No, you are lying.” she said , tears filling her eyes. “Kai is not dead , he can’t be dead ! ” she kept repeating , more to herself to anyone else. Stefan poured her a drink and handed it over to her. She wrapped her hands around the glass starring into nothing , tears streaming down her face. Y/N got up and threw the glass across the room , smashing it in the fireplace. Caroline tried to hug her , but Y/N pushed her away , got up and walked into the kitchen to get some water. The prospect of living without Kai was ripping a whole straight through her chest, she couldn’t breath. None of this was supposed to happen. Kai was supposed to return to her , they were supposed to have a future together and now … everything was gone and all she saw was emptiness and pain. Y/N hadn’t even realised her hand had wrapped around one of the sharpest knifes as she made up her mind. “What are you doing ?” Stefan asked , startling her. She hadn’t even realise she had been followed. “Put that knife down.” he said slowly taking a step towards her , his arm outstretched. “Don’t do this …” “I can’t live without him , Stefan.” Y/N said , her voice dangerously cold. “I don’t want to go on living knowing he is gone. My life without him doesn’t exist.” she said and before Stefan had had the time to reach her , Y/N had slit her own throat , collapsing on the ground , the cut so deep she bleed out in seconds. The pain was about to go away forever and wherever Kai was at this moment , she was soon going to be with him.
Stefan tried to heal her , but it was too late. He lifted her lifeless body and took her to the living room , tears in his eyes. Caroline rushed towards Y/N , her hand on her mouth , listening to Stefan explain what had happened and how he hadn’t been able to save her. He laid her body on the couch holding her hand and glancing at Damon who poured himself another drink and just walked out of the room.
Y/N took a shallow breath. She had slit her own throat … but wherever she was , clearly her plan had failed. She grasped for air , her eyes wide with confusion. Y/N was in the Salvatore house living room alone. Where was everyone and why was her throat aching like this ? Y/N reached with her hand to rub it , her neck wet. When she looked at her hand which was now covered in blood. “What the hell?” she muttered under her breath. The doors opened , Stefan and Damon walked inside. “Stefan?” Y/N asked confused , his eyes widening. “What is happening to me ?” Stefan walked towards her confused , reaching for her face , searching for pulse. There was none. “I think … I think you died with vampire blood in your system.” he said turning to look at Damon , who just couldn’t be bothered with anything at the time. Y/N started crying. This was not what she wanted. Becoming a vampire was never on her list. All she had wanted was to die and maybe find Kai wherever he had gone after Damon killed him. “No , no… ” she shook her head tears streaming down her face. Memories slowly started flooding back , a highlight of her transition and her eyes widened. “Kai…” she said. Stefan looked at confused. “What are you talki- ?” “Kai gave me his blood , at the wedding. I was injured , he … he healed me.” she said putting a hand over her mouth. “Oh God…He compelled me to forget I ever saw him today.” she said trailing off. "I died with his blood in my system.“ Terror flooded her , she never wanted to become a vampire and now she had to make a choice. “I never wanted this …” she said , her voice hollow. Stefan pulled her into a hug. “Damon ?” he said , but when no response followed her raised his voice. “Damon ! ” finally catching his attention. “Go get a blood bag from downstairs.” Y/N pulled away shocked shaking her head. “Just in case …” Stefan said “It’s your choice , but whatever you decide just know I’ll be there to help you through it.” Y/N nodded as thoughts started swirling through her mind , trying to make a pro / cons list. After a few minutes she gave up. Most of her friends were vampires , she knew exactly what would happen if she made the choice to become one. Blood lust. Destruction and mayhem… Damon dropped the blood bag next to her and quietly walked upstairs to his room. Stefan wanted to stay with her , but Y/N told him she’d be alright alone. “Just … call out if you need something.” he said starting to leave the room. “Wait…” Y/N said , making him turn around. “Where… where did you bury him ? I want to go there. Now.”
Stefan and Y/N walked through the forest , not too far from the Salvatore Boarding House. It was dark and a slight chill was in the air , or maybe she felt it because technically she was dead now. A few minutes passed and finally they reached a spot where the ground had been freshly dug up. “I’ll give you some time alone.” Stefan said quietly. Y/N only nodded and sat on the ground , dropping the blood bag next to her. She buried her fingers in the dirt and started crying. Whatever pain she had felt before , everything was getting amplified now. Kai was right there next to her , but she couldn’t touch him or see him. He was gone forever. She felt so lost without him. All memories they had shared were swirling like a tornado in her mind - the first time she had met him , their first kiss … the last time he told her he loved her. And the last thing he had done for her - saving her life … twice. A small smile spread across her face at the thought that his blood is currently running through her veins , a part of him was inside her. In that moment she made her decision - if becoming a vampire would mean keeping a part of him close , then that’s what she’d do.
From head to toe, I loved every part all the same.
But the thing is, my beautiful angel didn’t think so.
You hated every part of yourself, always wishing for them to be better, to be prettier, to be anything that wasn’t you. When you would look at me with those pretty eyes of yours, I’d always see sadness that shouldn’t be there. You’d tell me how imperfect you were and I’d get a pain in my heart. My angel shouldn’t be feeling this way.
If only you could see the true beauty that is you.
Every little imperfection and flaw you hate with all your heart are the ones I love the most. They’re what makes you, you.
And I love you.
“Mark,” You whispered, staring at yourself in the mirror.
“Hm?” I hummed, turning my attention from my notebook to you. I frowned, seeing you poke at your thighs and stomach with a pout. Our eyes met in the mirror and I saw the tears threatening to leave your eyes. You tried to put on a brave face and bit your lip, wanting to be strong.
But instead, you looked so vulnerable.
“Why aren’t I beautiful enough?”
You fell to your knees, defeated and trembling with tears.
Without a word, I walked towards you and gently brought you into my arms. I rubbed circles onto your back to soothe you as you buried your head into the crook of my neck, gripping my shirt in your hand tightly. Your whimpers and cries filled the room, only making my heart break in two. I didn’t want to see or hear you cry, not ever.
“You’re more than beautiful, my angel.”
“Mm?” You sniffled, looking up at me innocently. I laughed softly and kissed your nose, wiping away stray tears.
“I want you to tell me whenever you have insecurities or doubts about yourself, okay? I’ll reassure you every time that you’re the most beautiful in this whole universe.”
“Mark,” You whispered.
I gave you a toothy grin and closed my eyes in joy. Your smile finally made its way onto your lips as you giggled. My eyes widened in surprise before they softened from seeing my beautiful angel happy again.”
Uh I just wanted to say that Jimin is so beautiful and all effortlessly so like he doesn’t even have try that much, doesn’t even have to try at all to be beautiful and what amazes me the most is that he doesn’t see it like he really doesn’t see how beautiful he is he knows he looks decent but he doesn’t see himself the way I see him or the way so many people see him doesn’t see the whole of his beauty doesn’t see the details of it, doesn’t see the soft and warm eyes , doesn’t understand how beautiful the color that swirls in them is, how they sometimes look like they got stars tangled up in them how they always look like they hold the whole universe doesn’t see how beautiful his eye smile is, how beautiful it is how his eyes will sometimes disappear from all the joy he feels, doesn’t see how beautiful his cheeks are, doesn’t see how pretty they are when they’ve flush, how beautiful it is how they can be both plump and full and so defined at the same time, doesn’t understand how beautiful those dimple like dips are how beautiful his freckles (that you unfortunately can’t always see) are, how he doesn’t see how perfect his nose is, from the slope of it to the nose tip, how kissable and boopable it is, doesn’t understand how beautiful his lips are, how it’s so beautiful how plump and full they are, doesn’t understand how beautiful it is that they’re always so glossy , doesn’t see how beautiful his smile is, how it’s beautiful how it’ll bring out his eye smile and his dimple like dips and squish up his cheeks, he doesn’t see any of it, doesn’t see how incomprehensible incomparable indescribable unreachable his beauty is