when you found out that your best friend and the others might not have protection inside

This photo is going around on the internet right now, like some cheap meme with the caption “Here’s a photo for all those upset about the Muslim ban.“ I was compelled to write a response. I know this is a tumblr for Pokemon GO and I’ve tried my best for these months to keep posting fun things about this fandom but I cannot stay silent. I am sorry for the deviation from the norm you have all come to expect from me, but this I cannot abide. This is my message:

My father worked at the World Trade Centers from 1998-2001. He survived that day because he took me to school that morning when I was in my third or fourth day of 6th grade. This isn’t about my father, though, because he can tell his story in his own way when he feels it is appropriate. I will explain my own story.

I had been pulled out of class that morning. They didn’t tell me what had happened, just assuring my 11 year old self that my father was okay and that there was a fire at the World Trade Centers. I know they were lying. They couldn’t put me in touch with my father. I knew something was wrong. I knew about the 1993 bombings. I often wondered what would happen in the towers fell on the city, looking down on it from above, if such an attack were to happen again.

Sitting in the principals office I was filled with anger, sadness, disgust, loneliness, despair, anxiety, depression and chaos. My father might have been dead, killed by terrorist from a land I knew nothing about. I sat in that office for 45 minutes thinking nothing but that.

Then my mom came to get me. She told me my father was okay. Then I saw him. He was crying. We hugged. I told him that as long as he was okay I was okay. That made everything okay.

I had every right to be upset and vindictive against the muslim community because of the acts of an element of radical extremists attempting to murder my father. In fact some of my peers actually encouraged me to fill my hear with hate and anger, to put aside my childish wonder of the world and build walls in my heart to separate me from the muslim faith as a whole. The propaganda on television and the fact we were entering into two wars as retribution for September Eleventh didn’t help.

But I couldn’t do it. Something inside of me wanted to answer the burning question of “why?”. So I did some research in the middle school computer lab and very quickly found my answer. There is a large contingent of radical terrorists, of every nation and faith, that are drawn to the cause because they have no other options. I read that a suicide bomber in Iraq was paid $20,000 to carry out his attack. This money was needed for his family to pay for shelter, electricity, food, water, security and heat. The basic essentials that allow us to be human and not think with hate and sadness but rather with compassion and understanding. The people in Afghanistan, in the mountainous regions, join extremist groups because they have no resources to sustain their life.

That was when I learned about the concept of ‘sustainability’. The Brundtland Report in 1987 defined sustainability loosely as any action that leaves the world in a better or same state as the way you came into it. I decided at that point, as a 12 year old, to not fight the extremists with a gun, but rather to help get the muslim community the essentials they need so they never have to feel like terrorism is the only way to support themselves, their family or have their message heard.

Islamic extremists tried to kill my family. I do not hate the muslim community. I am a vocal opponent of the muslim ban, registry or oppression. All people no matter what race, creed, nationality, faith, background, color, gender, sex, identification, whatever deserve to be treated as human beings. Because thats what we all are when you get down to it. We are humans, of many glorious and wonderful backgrounds and interests, that should work together rather than divide ourselves. We are one species no matter what you look like or sound like. The blood that runs through my veins runs through the veins of the man in Iraq, Afghanistan, Turkey, Somalia, France, Russia, China, North Korea, everywhere.

We are a nation that has a proud history of accepting people of all backgrounds. I am German. If this ideology had been pervasive in the 1930-40s then wouldn’t I have been held accountable for the actions of the Nazi’s in the same way that people of the muslim faith are persecuted for the actions of the extremists? I have muslim friends. If I can not hate them, can you try to exercise a little empathy for the innocent people caught up in this?

I will leave you with a couple of quotes for thought:

“In these days of difficulty, we Americans everywhere must and shall choose the path of social justice…the path of faith, the path of hope, and the path of love toward our fellow man.” - Franklin Roosevelt

“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!” - Statue of Liberty

Love always. Reject hate. Be compassionate. Be empathetic. Love thy neighbor. Protect the innocent. Fight for the oppressed. Crush evil. Be vigilant. Be strong. Be good.

I love you all. Remember that, always.

- T 


anonymous asked:

Hey, I saw your tags on the ladywongs post, so I just wanted to know your opinion about the latest touka/mutsuki. honestly, I feel it unnecessarily complicated something so simple and it made me feel violated, cause I feel like I loved a character that was not touka. Do you perhaps...have an insight you wanna share?

Well, I was grateful for the shoutout that meta gave me and I’ve been a fan of a lot of metas that writer has produced, but this one in particular I very much disagreed with. I think the claim that Touka loves the idea of Kaneki while not really understanding the person ignores the fact that every time she’s made a serious observation about Kaneki she’s been bang on the money.

If she idolises Kaneki so, why has she made such a damning assessment about him? And it’s not just an assessment of the changed Shironeki that she resents, it extends to the Kuroneki she supposedly idolises as well. And what’s more, she’s completely right. This is even acknowledged by Kaneki himself.

Touka doesn’t idolise an image of Kaneki. Far from it. The chapter on the bridge is titled “Penetration” because Touka sees past the roles Kaneki plays to the scared kid inside. At this point, she probably has the best understanding of Kaneki than anyone in the series - maybe even more than Hide. For further proof, Touka knows at a FREAKING GLANCE just what Kaneki intends to do to himself when they meet up at Cochlea.

If this was just a casual “Seeya”, do you think it would be all Touka would say to him after all this time? She can tell Kaneki has no intention of making it out alive, so the first thing she does is to remind him that his death won’t affect him alone, and it very clearly shakes him up; setting him on the path to choose to live. Just like how their confrontation on the bridge convinced Kaneki to go back to Anteiku, if not quite in time.

Touka’s not being unreasonable because the Kaneki she idolised has changed. She’s mad because Kaneki’s going down a path of self-destruction, and it does destroy him. In the last quarter of the first manga the narrative breaks its back pointing out that Kaneki’s gone too far down the Shironeki path - it’s not just Touka, it’s also Yoshimura, Nishiki, even resident devil on Kaneki’s shoulder Shuu, not to mention events like Kaneki stabbing Banjou, seeing Rize crazed and helpless, and all the foreshadowing packed into ‘The Hanged Man’s McGuffin’. Touka is trying to help Kaneki because she genuinely does know what’s best for him because she genuinely understands him. I don’t think anyone would try to claim that convincing Kaneki to live at Cochlea was a bad thing either.

Now if Touka is ‘obsessed’ with Kaneki, if it can’t possibly be love because they only knew each other for two months, then it would stand to reason that Kaneki would be far, far more important to Touka than she would be for him.

Then why is it that in Kaneki’s mind, after only knowing Touka for two months and Hide for all his life, Touka is on equal footing with Hide? He includes the whole of Anteiku in the above panel, but Touka gets special mention with Hide in the next. 

And here, in his dying moments, Touka gets the biggest panel, placed on the next page for the biggest effect. Touka is just as important to Kaneki as vice-versa. 

But neither is ‘obsessed’ with the other.

Touka broke into Cochlea to save Hinami, not Kaneki. She didn’t even know he was there. She most definitely has a life outside Kaneki and her love for him is far from all-consuming. While he had lost his memories, she was fully willing to accept the possibility she might never talk to him again. She might love him, but if she was obsessed and didn’t have a life outside of him, there’s no way she could make a sacrifice like that even if her aim was selflessness. Yoshimura loved his daughter, and set up Anteiku anticipating her return, but he had a life outside of her too. It’s the same with Touka.

The original post tries to dismiss Touka’s feelings being a healthy form of love by comparing it to spending three years dedicating yourself to a co-worker who you knew for two months, but dumbing it down to their official relationship and a span of time removes an enormous amount of context to explain why she feels this way. In real life, you wouldn’t have fought side-by-side with your co-worker in life-threatening situations time and time again. These kind of high-pressure environments cause bonds and trust to become much much thicker much more quickly. “Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever”.

Sure Touka sees Arata in Kaneki. That’s not a bad thing at all. Arata was a great dude. Having an Arata in your life is a real positive thing, and there’s absolutely no reason why Touka shouldn’t chase it. People are hardwired to get with people who remind them of their parents - it’s in our genetic programming, it doesn’t diminish the love they feel for that person or make them love them less for who they are in the slightest. Trying to heal the wounds of old losses by emotionally investing yourself in new people is totally healthy - the unhealthy thing would be to shut yourself off from the world, just like Touka was doing at the start of the manga - a rut Kaneki helped her out of. It would be bad if she were just pretending that Kaneki was Arata, but she isn’t - she behaves totally differently around him and she has demonstrated many times an understanding of those personality traits Kaneki possesses that are completely different from Arata’s. It would be problematic if Kaneki got with someone who reminded him of his mother (read: Rize) because his mother was a horrible person; but Touka, even if she occasionally throws a hit at him (a product of her upbringing which is very rare nowadays - also Kaneki is nowhere near as vulnerable in this situation as he was a child, he’s the OEK for crying out loud), constantly gives Kaneki both the emotional attention and the hard truths that he needs.

This panel:

Is unambiguously a good thing. Touka’s development was never about growing into herself without the need for others, because she was already like that at the start of the manga. Touka’s development was about rediscovering the humanity she cast aside to protect herself from pain, and then balancing that with the strength she found with being a Ghoul. The first stage was greatly aided by Kaneki - whom she indeed admired, but never idolised - and the second stage she completed herself. 

Mutsuki’s love is a different beast entirely than Touka’s love. Mutsuki’s focus on Touka was precisely to emphasise Mutsuki’s jealousy, because Mutsuki recognises the bond Kaneki and Touka share. Mutsuki’s feelings are not meant to parallel Touka’s, but tie in with the other complicated entanglements of this arc, showcasing different kinds of love. I do strongly believe we’ll get both Touken and Akiramon resolutions soon, and positive ones too; the negativity around love this arc has displayed to us so far is set up to make those two relationships shine brighter.

So don’t worry anon, just because a meta says Touka is different from how you think about her doesn’t mean it’s right - it’s all a matter of interpretation. No one person’s opinion is automatically more important than another (except in this case maybe Sui Ishida - and maybe not even then, if you adhere to Death Of The Author literary theory), your analysis is just as valid as anyone else’s if you can argue it with evidence.

But even so, I am very much of the opinion in this fandom that if you see any meta that tries to claim that none of the main characters have developed at all since the start of the manga, take it with approximately this much salt:

I Give Up - part 27 (A Baekhyun Series)

You were putting on mascara when your phone buzzed, letting you know of an incoming text. It was probably one of the friends who were meeting up later at the small bar near campus. You swiped when you recognized Minah’s name, your best friend who you had invited along. Your exams and being so busy with your boyfriend had made you neglect your best friend lately and you made her promise to join tonight.

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anonymous asked:

Can you please do RFAs + MC who lacks interest in dating due to bad relationship experience in the past?

Anon Said: Hiya!! I’m sorry if this one is too specific, but can you do the RFA/V/Saeran reacting to a poly MC who’s other (non RFA) partner cheated on them and MC doesn’t really know what to do? I’m sorry that it’s so specific,,, I just really need some comfort right now…. I’m so sorry


Whoa, this has been sitting in our inbox forever, so sorry! We combined these because they seemed to fit together.


Zen:

  • You and Zen were good friends
  • When you introduced him to your significant other, he was a little wary, but accepted the situation
  • One day, he walked into his coworker’s dressing room to ask them a question and saw your boyfriend kissing his stylist
  • He felt horrible, but he quickly snapped a photo before they noticed
  • He talked to you later and showed you the photo, trying to be of some comfort as you started crying
  • Of course, you dumped the cheater right away
  • Zen was the best support as you tried to recover
  • But it was a really tough time for you since you were very emotionally attached to your ex
  • Unfortunately for Zen, he was slowly developing feelings for you this whole time
  • But he was terrified of saying anything after all you’ve been through
  • He could tell, after a few months, you still weren’t ready for any new relationship
  • His confession is an accident after you asked why he hadn’t been dating for awhile
  • When you find out, you cut yourself off from him for a little while
  • He understands and waits for you, but you do sort out your own feelings and find you like him too
  • Turns out he’s so much better than anyone you’ve had before

Yoosung:

  • You found out by accident when you and Yoosung were out getting some ice cream
  • Then you saw someone who looked oddly like your current boyfriend
  • So you pull out your phone and ask where he was
  • You watched as he blatantly lied to you while on a date with someone else
  • Yoosung watched this all unfold and followed you out
  • Not without “accidentally” running into the guy and smearing ice cream all over him
  • Yoosung finds you nearby crying on a bench
  • You hadn’t been dating the guy long, but this had been the third relationship you’ve either been cheated on or dumped
  • He tried to convince you otherwise as you started putting yourself down
  • He had liked you for quite awhile, so it was hard to see you like this
  • After seeing what these relationships had done to you, he starts dropping subtle hints about his feelings for you
  • “It’s okay….you’ll find people out there. Sometimes they’re closer than you think.”
  • You were super oblivious to it for a long time, simply because you had stopped believing anyone could actually love you
  • Still, Yoosung stayed by you whenever you needed someone…even just a friend
  • After a really, really long time, your hard head got it
  • You were determined to make Yoosung the happiest person on the earth

Jaehee:

  • You wanted to surprise your long time significant other with cake on a stick
  • You asked Jaehee to come along to help you
  • When you tracked him down, you were shocked to see him with his arm around someone else
  • He sees you and is quick to explain that it is his cousin
  • Only, his “cousin” says, “Oh! Is that your cousin that you have a photo of in your wallet?”
  • Jaehee just shakes her head honey that’s not his cousin
  • You drop the cake and rush away
  • Jaehee follows you just to make sure you’re okay
  • She makes you come back to her place
  • You’re a complete mess for the next few hours but Jaehee is very calm and comforting
  • She’s really the reason you’re able to get back on your feet after the whole ordeal
  • She encourages you to get more hobbies and hangs out with you more often
  • Eventually, she comes to you and says, “MC…I think I’m ready to take this friendship to the next level.”
  • “You mean…best friends?” 
  • “….Yeah.”

Jumin:

  • He saw the signs
  • His father had been in more than one relationship, and not all of his partners were faithful
  • So, Jumin tried to warn you, but you brushed him off
  • A few weeks later, he finds out his intuition is correct when you show up at his house crying
  • He brings you inside and listens to the whole story, his heart breaking a little with each of your sobs
  • He takes it on himself to make sure you get back on your feet and recover
  • He invites you over often, calls or texts whenever he can, and gives you as much attention as you need when you’re with him
  • But all this time with you is making him realize his own feelings
  • Still, he could tell you were far from ready
  • It hurt more because you thought you were burdening him
  • You kept trying to match him with other women, thinking he might feel unhappy with you
  • Finally, he just gets sick of it and admits his feelings
  • You’re shocked, but you graciously say you’ll take the time to think about it
  • That night, you think over a lot of things and you know you like him…but you’re still not sure about a relationship
  • When you tell him, he’s very patient and offers to take it slow
  • So, you two do…and eventually those soft feelings start to develop over time
  • You’re so glad you took the risk

Seven:

  • Your boyfriend was acting distant lately
  • You started to see some changes in his behavior as well, which were draining to you
  • Feeling suspicious, you ask Seven if he could do you a favor and do a light background check
  • He’s all too happy, seeing how the relationship has been toxic to you
  • He comes back with the worst news…your boyfriend was actually married with a kid, and he was cheating on his wife with you
  • Of course, he didn’t tell you the other havoc he wreaked on the man’s life
  • Your encounter with your “boyfriend” was ugly and horrible, and you couldn’t bear going back home after
  • So you’re sitting in your car crying, and Seven calls you
  • When he hears you, he immediately tells you to come over
  • He’s prepared with all your favorite foods and stuff, but it doesn’t seem to work 
  • He finally manages to calm you down by just sitting there and listening
  • It’s just too much hearing you hurt like that, and he just slips up that he loves you
  • It doesn’t bode well…you’re definitely not ready for that and you distance yourself from him
  • He respects your wishes and stays away from you, beating himself up for his mistake
  • But after a very long time, you realize you might actually miss his friendship…or perhaps you wanted something more all this time
  • You go back to him and confess, but he’s still hesitant as he doesn’t want to pressure you
  • So, he goes by your pace and you know you can rely on him for anything

Saeran:

  • You found out your boyfriend had cheated on you and you wanted to confront him
  • But you were little nervous, so you asked Saeran if he could linger nearby
  • He wasn’t sure why, but he agreed and joined you
  • He watched as you two argued and things got really heated
  • But when he saw the man raise a hand to hit you, he snapped
  • He intervened right away, punching the man squarely in the face enough to stun him
  • Then he grabbed you and dragged you far away from the place
  • You were pretty badly shaken up, so he sat you down and waited for you to calm
  • He started to become more protective of you after that
  • And he also tried to help you recover, since you tried locking yourself up
  • In the process, he got to know you a lot better and started realizing he was falling fast and hard
  • Between you trying to build yourself up again and him trying to figure his own issues out, he said nothing for a long time
  • Little did he know, his support had softened your heart
  • One day, you tell him, “I don’t want to rush things, but….I think I might like you.”
  • Suddenly, he has nothing more to hide
  • Maybe it might take some time, but you two work it out together

V:

  • You were in a pretty verbally abusive situation as it was
  • V recognized it, and tried to help you see it, but you couldn’t
  • Until you found out your significant other of three years had been cheating on you
  • When V found out, he immediately reached out to you
  • He had been in a similar situation, so he tried to walk you through as much as he could He was there whenever you needed to talk
  • You two started spending more and more time together
  • You just felt so comfortable around him
  • Neither of you quite remember when you started to fall for each other
  • It happened slowly and naturally
  • Dating was a smooth transition after what you two had gone through
  • You two healed each other

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shady-swan-jones  asked:

amanda, if this isn't your time i don't know what is. please give us some sheriff/deputy smut. in your hot, detailed writing

this is me, ignoring my responsibilities, in favor of hot desk sex and bants

speculation and spoilers abound, obvs.

“Not much of a honeymoon,” Emma said between kisses, roughly shoving his leather jacket down his arms.

“And what, pray tell, is a honeymoon?” Killian asked, his hand busily undoing the button of her jeans.

She walked him back until his thighs hit the desk, then pushed him to sit on top of whatever files she’d left scattered on its surface; digitizing the town’s criminal records was going slowly, hampered not only by the usual revolving door of monsters and dwarven antics, but also by the fact that having Killian in the station with her put quite the damper on any desire to do anything but fuck him senseless..

Her husband was extremely distracting.

“A honeymoon,” she said, pausing long enough to strip her shirt off and toss it somewhere towards his desk, “is a vacation for newlyweds. A vacation primarily geared towards having lots and lots of sex.”

Killian hummed, and watched with interest as she unclasped her bra and draped it over one of the lamps. He probably already knew what it was, but one night and several shots of rum had led to him confessing that he liked the way she explained things. “Ah, so a bridal tour without all the pesky need to visit those unable to attend the wedding.”

“Screw them, they can send something off the registry. If we had one. I bet mom made us one.”

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Does She Have To Stay?

Summary: Could you do a one shot where the reader is Jace’s younger sister and she is like super flirty and outgoing, but when they all meet Clary she doesn’t like her at all?

Characters: Reader, Jace Wayland, Lightwood Duo, Clary Fairchild, Simon Lewis, Raphael and the Vamp Squad

Fandom: Shadowhunters

Word Count: 1004

Request: Anon

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Best Friend

Title: Best Friend
Pairing:
Brendon Urie/Reader
Type:
Fluff/Angst
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings:
Platonic relationship (sorry lol), angry Brendon, hella swearing
A/N: I got this inspiration from the song Best Friend by Auburn. It’s a great song and I recommend a listen. I might write a part two to make it have a happy ending but only if enough people want it. So let me know! Hehe.

Originally posted by littleballofemo

You and Brendon have been best friends for basically all of high school. You met when your Science teacher partnered you both up for a project. It was odd because you and Brendon were total opposites. He smoked weed, you didn’t. He loved to party, you loved Netflix. But it was an instant connection which blossomed into a great friendship.

You sat at your desk, working on the last page of English homework when your phone buzzed. You sighed as you picked it up to unlock it. It was a text from Brendon.

Y/N! Wanna come over and chill? I got pizza!!!!

You giggled as you mentally read it in his nerdy, happy voice. You glanced over at the time to see it was 4:29pm. You slouched back in your chair as you sighed, sending a reply.

Can’t. I got a date with another one of Jenna’s guy friends in 30 mins. I might ditch it early and come over later though! Sorry, Beebo!!

You hated all these dates that your friends would set you up on. You weren’t focused on finding love but it would be nice to have someone to call your’s. You went back to your homework as wrote the last answers before getting up to walk over to your closet, searching for a decent outfit to wear. As you began to change into a floral dress, your phone went off. You rushed over to it to open the new text from Brendon.

No worries, babes! Just let me know if you’re coming over. USE PROTECTION!! xD

You rolled your eyes at Brendon’s stupid humor before going to put on a pair of beige sandals. You grabbed a small bag and stuffed your wallet and phone into it, along with some chapstick and makeup. Your mom said goodbye as you walked out the door to head to the movie theater a few blocks down your street. You put in your earphones to listen to some music whilst you walked. A few clicks through your playlists and you found a song that you don’t remember putting on your phone. It was called Best Friend and was sung by a girl named Auburn. You hit play and the lyrics began resonating through your ears. You carefully listened the words in the song. Once you finally arrived at the theater, you paused the song and put away your earphones before stepping inside to search for the guy your friend is making you meet. You opened your gallery and opened a picture she had sent of him so you could find him in a crowd.

“Y/N?” A gravelly voice said from behind you causing you to turn in surprise. You sighed as you realized it was your ‘date’ for the evening.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. I’m Tyler. Nice to meet you.” He held out his hand towards you.

“Nice to meet you too, Tyler.” You happily shook his hand before walking into the movie with him. He was handsome, no doubt about that. His buzzcut worked with his face perfectly and his eyes were a nice dark brown. His hands soft but strong at the same time.

You two found some seats in the back of the theater as the lights began to turn off for the movie to start. You took a deep breath as you clutched your phone. You didn’t know why but you felt the urge to message Brendon. You didn’t wanna ditch Tyler, he seemed like a really sweet guy but that song you listened to on your way over here made you start realizing certain things. You’ve been on dates with a ton of guys that Jenna had set you up with but none of them seemed like what you wanted. They were totally your type but they didn’t live up to someone else. Someone you were always happy around. Someone you could talk to about anything. Someone like Brendon. Before you knew it the movie was over. Your thoughts had completely distracted you for over an hour. You and Tyler exited the theater and chatted for a little bit, getting to know each other but your mind was still focused on Brendon. After a few more minutes of chatting, you and Tyler said your goodbyes. You quickly began to make your way towards Brendon’s place. You put your earbuds back in and played the same song on repeat as your realizations grew bigger and bigger.

As soon as you made it to his house, you knocked on the door without hesitation. Within moments, Brendon opened the door in a pair of black skinny jean and no shirt. You quietly gasped at the sight but were drawn out of your trance once he said something.

“Y/N? I didn’t know you’d be coming over. I didn’t get a message from you.” He looked quite confused of your presence at his door. He motioned for you to come in and lead you upstairs to his bedroom so you guys could be in private.

“I, uh, I actually came here last minute. I had to tell you something that couldn’t wait until tomorrow.” You spit out in one breath. “I knew I should’ve called or texted you first but this was out of whim and I’m sor-”

“Yo! Y/N, calm down and breathe for a second.” He cut you off and began laughing. “What is it you needed to tell me?” He stepped closer to you.

“Um, I, uh, actually, ugh.” You stuttered, unable to find the right words. Before you thought of what you were doing, your lips attached to Brendon’s. He was still causing you to pull away, completely embarrassed.

“Fuck, I’m so fucking stupid! I shouldn’t have done that.” You covered your face with your hands as you hid your red cheeks from Brendon.

“Are you serious, Y/N?”

“W-what?”

“You go on a dozen dates with all these guys and magically you decide you wanna just jump me one night right after a date? What did he not seem into you? He probably knew about all the other guys who have been all over you before him. I wouldn’t blame him for not being interested!” He suddenly yelled.

“Brendon that’s n-”

“No! Fucking listen to me, Y/N. You can’t just show up at my door out of the blue and expect me to confess my feelings for you just like that. You never fucking notice anything, do you? Obviously not since for the past year I’ve been trying to get you to see that I love you. There, I fucking said it. Are you happy? I fucking love you, Y/N. But you going out on all these dates and then ranting to me about them or telling me how good of a kisser he was, doesn’t fucking make me wanna tell you.” He took a deep breath before continuing. “I put that goddamn song on your phone. I wanted to see what would happen once you listened to it. And now I know. You’re just tired of going on dates with dumbass douchebags and desperate teenage boys so you thought that you listening to that song made you realize you liked me. But you don’t. You just want a reason to tell your friends to fuck off and stop setting you up.”

“But I do like you Beebo.” Your voice cracked.

“Just fucking leave!” He screamed causing you to jump in fear.

You left his house and ran home to yours.

Title: Dark Chocolate pt. 2

Title: Dark Chocolate 

Type: Fluff

Characters: Reader X Jaehyun

Word Count: 3, 018

A/N: help, I don’t know how to write fluff lmfao plus I listen to limitless and firetruck while writing this which is kinda the wrong song to listen to when you want to feel the fluffy emotion jfc. Also, it’s longer than what I’ve initially planned but, I hope yall enjoy this! Have fun!

Summary: It’s definitely not your fault that you’re allergic to chocolates. But the problem is, he doesn’t know about it at all.

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Soulmates - Bellamy Blake Imagine

Authors Note: Thinking of making it with parts? Maybe 2 or 3? Lemme know.

Originally posted by darlinglostcrank

Reader x Bellamy Blake

Word Count: 883 words

Warnings: none that I know of

“Hey (Y/N), look there’s your future husband to be.” Your best friend Meg nudged you in the Ark dining hall. Bellamy Blake. “Shut up!” You whispered yelled at her. “It might not even be him.” You tried to reason. “What other guy on this Ark is named Bellamy?” Your other best friend, Tiffany corrected you. “Who knows, there might be someone on Earth that’s named Bellamy.” They both scoffed knowing you were just making excuses for yourself.

The damage had been done, Bellamy had shot Jaha to get to his sister. He’d begun to rule the camp and now with Clarke, he was establishing a society with the 100. But he never felt complete. He had yet to meet her. He knew leaving the ark meant leaving his chance of love. But ever since the whispers of Octavia finding her soulmate in a grounder, he thought it might not have been as bad.

Now Octavia openly stated her dislike towards her brother, there was nothing on earth here for him anymore. Clarke turned it around, the prime reason he was walking back to camp, and into the communications tent.

“Get your hands off of me!” You growled at the guards. “What do you want Jaha?” You stood there arms open completely lost. “(Y/N).” Haha began and Bellamy’s eyes widened. The name, his name that was ever so delicately tattooed on his wrist. 

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anonymous asked:

Prompts ? Modern AUs are my obsession rn .... maybe big brother rob trying to set up ha best friend and little sister. ??

Yesssss okay! 

Gonna do it from Robb’s POV so I hope it’s still fun to read. 


Gross But Cute: A Story of How Robb is the Best Big Brother Ever

In all honesty, this is the last thing Robb wants to be doing. He has exams coming up, a rugby tournament he needs to organise and a girlfriend he’d rather be snogging senseless. But his best friend is an idiot and so is his sister, so by virtue of the fact that he is clearly the smartest one out of their friendship group, Robb is resigned to playing matchmaker.

It’s a last resort.

If he could safely say the two idiots would be happy single, he’d probably leave it because the thought of his best friend anywhere near his baby sister is nauseating. It almost makes Robb want to punch Jon out of principle, and he might if Jon doesn’t get his head out of his arse soon, but he suspects if he lays a finger on the sullen man, Sansa would likely punch him in return. They’re fiercely protective of each other that way. It’s gross.

Robb remembers the first time he suspected there was more than just friendship between the two. Jon had gotten tackled so hard during an away game that he fractured a couple of ribs. He’d had to go to a hospital in Newcastle before being cleared to make the journey back to Edinburgh. When he got home, Sansa was already there waiting.

“You stupid, infuriating buffoon! Do you not know how to charge your phone?”

“Sans, can we do this later? I just want to lie down.”

“No! You can’t just… I can’t just get a text from Michael telling me you’re in the hospital and then nothing for the next six hours. That’s not fair!”

“I know… I’m sorry. I should’ve charged my phone. I should’ve called you.”

“Yes, you bloody should have!”

“Hey, hey, I’m okay now. Sansa, look at me, I’m fine. I’m here.”

“I’m not crying because I’m worried. I’m crying because I’m mad at you!”

“Really?”

“Fine, a bit of both… Just promise me you’ll always call, okay?”

“I promise.”

“Okay… Let’s get you to bed.”

Robb had had every intention of yelling at Jon because of course his idiot of a best friend would get seriously injured the one game he couldn’t attend, but after witnessing that exchange between Jon and Sansa, Rob decided he’d rather not be anywhere near the two for the next day or two.

As he wrapped his head around the idea of Jon and Sansa, he’d almost convinced himself that the feelings were completely one-sided and Robb was all ready to yell at Jon for leading his baby sister on, but then Sansa got a boyfriend and that changed everything. If Jon was broody before, he was even more of a fucking miserable sod for the next month. Robb wanted to kill him for being so annoying but he couldn’t really blame Jon. He hated Harry too, especially after they found out that Harry cheated on Sansa – which was why Robb did nothing when Jon punched Harry on a night out.

“You ever come near her again, I will break every bone in your pathetic body.”

“Fuck you! This is between me and Sansa.”

“There is no you and Sansa. You’re done. You’re fucking done, you got that?”

“… whatever.”

“No, you know what? It’s not whatever. You had her and you threw it away. How could you even do that? She’s… She’s Sansa. She’s fucking Sansa!”

At that point, Robb actually had to drag Jon away before the bouncers could come and kick them out. Frankly, he would have happily let Jon beat the living shit out of Harry but if he let the situation escalate any further and Sansa found out, she’d kill them both, and Robb’s not too ashamed to admit that he’s terrified of both of his little sisters. They’re terrifying women. They must have learned it from their mum. Catelyn Stark has made grown politicians cry, or so their dad likes to brag every now and then. Robb suspects it was probably one politician.

Now it’s up to Robb to sort these two out. If he doesn’t then they’re probably just going to continue to skirt around their feelings for one another and Robb hates that more than the thought of his best friend and sister getting together. At the end of the day, he does just want them to be happy and it’s clear that happiness for them is each other. It really is the grossest thing.

It’s easy to get Sansa to cook him dinner. She lives in a small flat in the city with her best friend, and thankfully Jeyne is more than happy to make herself scarce, which she says is ‘for the betterment of British society so that these two beautiful creatures can procreate and create more beautiful creatures.’ Robb may have gagged at that. If he can help it, none of his sisters will be procreating any time soon. And if they have to, it’ll be an immaculate conception. His nephew or niece will be the next saviour of the free world.

Once that is set, Robb makes his way to her flat to ‘oversee’ the cooking. Really though, while she’s busy in the kitchen, he goes about leaving candles all over the flat. Once he’s sure there’s enough, he texts Jon and sets his second step into motion.

Robb: Mate, we have a problem.

Jon: What’d you do now?

Robb: Why do you assume I did anything!

Jon: Because it’s you.

Robb rolls his eyes. Honestly, why is he bothering helping such ungrateful people?

Robb: Fuck off. This is serious. Jeyne told me that she heard Harry might be trying to win Sansa back.

There’s a long minute silence before his phone begins beeping with consecutive texts.

Jon: What does that even mean?

Jon: Does Sansa know? What is he going to do?

Jon: I’ll bloody kill that prick!

Robb smiles with the kind of mischievous glee he thinks he picked up from Arya. He almost wants to cackle but Sansa is in the next room and she’ll definitely be suspicious if he cackles.

Robb: Don’t know, mate. But I’m stuck at work. Can you just go to Sansa’s and make sure she’s okay for me? I don’t want the bastard showing up when she’s alone.

Jon: She’s alone? Where’s Jeyne?

Robb: She’s out of town for the weekend.

Jon: Okay, yeah. I’ll be right there.

Robb does let out a soft cackle this time as he gets up from the sofa where he’s been lounging. He pockets his phone and pokes his head into the kitchen. Sansa is draining spaghetti through a colander with her back towards him.

“Hey Sans, do you want some wine? I’ll pop out to the Bargain Booze for a nice bottle of red, yeah?”

“Sure, if you want,” Sansa answers absently. “I can’t drink much tonight. I have an early shift at the hospital tomorrow.”

“Cool. I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Okay.”

Robb slips out from the flat and rounds the corner to hide. It takes Jon nearly twenty minutes to finally get there and when he throws open the flat door in a rush, Robb has a shit-eating grin on his face.

Much to his delight, if he presses his ear to the front door, Robb can easily hear the future couple talking inside.

“Sansa? Are you here?”

“Jon! What are you doing here?”

“Why didn’t you tell me that Harry’s been trying to get back together with you?”

“What?”

“I could threaten him again. Evidently, the last time didn’t really get it through his thick skull.”

“Wait, what? Jon, what are you talking about?” A pause. “What do you mean, again?”

“Oh. Did… Did Robb not tell you about… Never mind, it’s nothing.”

“Jon Snow, what did you do?”

A longer pause and then a frustrated groan. “Look, Sans, he cheated on you! I couldn’t just let him get away with that, so I did what I had to.”

“Oh my god. You’re just as bad as Robb!”

Robb frowns, filing that away for later date when he can demand what the hell Sansa actually means by that, because frankly, he’s a great big brother. If he isn’t, would he be here right now trying to set them up? Of course not. He’s the best.

“I don’t need either of you to protect me. I’m not fifteen anymore. I can look out for myself.”

“I’m not saying you can’t but I’m always going to want to protect you. I can’t help it, okay? You’re you and… you deserve the best. You deserve better than someone like Harry.”

“I know that but if you keep scaring off every guy I try to date then who’ll that leave me with, Jon?”

Robb positively bounces on the balls of his feet, willing his best friend to step up. This is his chance. If he doesn’t bloody take it, Robb is definitely going to kill him.

“I… I don’t know. Is it wrong of me to think no one’s good enough for you?”

“No, but…”

There’s a long pause this time. At first, Robb thinks they’re speaking too softly for him to hear but he knows his best friend and he knows his sister. They’re at a crossroads and neither are brave enough to step forward.

“I hated seeing you with him, you know? Every time he touched you, I just wanted to hurt him, do anything to keep him away from you.”

Jon.”

“Shit, I… I don’t know how to say this. I’ve never been good with this stuff. And I know, fuck I know that I don’t deserve you either, and I am honestly happy to just be in your life as your friend. It’s more than enough for me but… but it’ll kill me if I don’t say it.”

“Say what?”

“… that I love you. That I’ve been in love with you for as long as I’ve known you. I guess at first it was just a stupid crush. I mean you hated me for the longest time and for some reason I thought that was cute.” There’s a bark of laughter; even from outside a door, Robb can tell it’s self-deprecating. “But then we became friends and you started really talking to me and I got to watch you grow up and it’s like… there’s no one that even compares to you. No one as smart or as kind or as blindingly loyal. You’re it, Sansa.”

“God, we’re stupid.”

“Pardon?”

“You and me. We’re so stupid.” His sister laughs. “Because I’ve been in love with you for just as long and I thought you only saw me as a little sister. I didn’t… If I had known –”

 Sansa’s words are cut short, and for a small moment, Robb has to wonder why, but then there’s a loud thud against the door and suddenly, he’s far too aware of what’s happening on the other side. This is why he didn’t want to get involved. This is why the thought of his best friend and his little sister made – and still makes – him so nauseated.

When he hears a soft moan from the other side of the door, Robb immediately hightails it out of there, desperate to drown out that sound with as much alcohol as possible, because that’s his baby sister. That’s the little girl in pigtails he used to carry around on his back. And now she’s making out with his best friend, whom he’s once seen throw up on himself at sixteen.

As he races down the street and far, far way from the couple, Robb has to admit that he’s thrilled for those two. In a weird sort of way, he’s glad that at least they’re kissing each other and not anyone else because Robb knows that there isn’t a bloody thing Jon wouldn’t do for Sansa. He’d protect her with his dying breath if he had to and that to a big brother is like rain in a drought.

And Sansa is good for Jon too. She makes him smile more than anyone else, Robb included, and Jon needs that. His life hadn’t been easy growing up. A single mother and an absent father meant Jon had to grow up faster than most and his outlook on life has always been shadowed by that past, but when he’s with Sansa, it’s like none of that matters anymore. It’s good. Gross, but good, and Robb is happy for them.

He’s even happier that he can lord this over their heads for the rest of their lives. That’s definitely the best part.

anonymous asked:

Yes! Please continue your mutual pining fic aghhhhalhddkdkhf

Well since you twisted my arm! This is Part 2 of this S3 canon divergence fic. Since I got lots of ask prompts to continue the story expect more as I fill them. Again, these are timed so I can’t get as much story in as I would like but it will all spin out eventually (and be on the archives too) 

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Emma spent the weekend working extra hours. Running down her skips helping her to avoid thinking of other things, things that wore leather and eyeliner. But by Sunday evening she had run out of distractions and found herself wandering the apartment waiting for Henry to return. After the fifth time getting excited by voices in the hall she turned on the TV and the Xbox and did her best to sink into the quest Henry had chosen.  

A half-hour later the door banged open and Henry called “I’m home! Hey, you’re playing without me.”

Emma paused the game and turned to greet her son as he barreled into her on the couch.

“I’m trying to catch up with you,” she said as she tousled his hair. “You have a good time?”

“The best!” He pulled away “I’ll be right back.” As he disappeared into his room Emma heard a faint chuckle and she turned to see Hook standing in the entryway. Her heart did a summersault at the fond look in his eyes as he stared after Henry.

She stood and his gaze shifted to her and the fondness was replaced by something more guarded. They locked eyes for only a moment and then Emma shifted her gaze to Henry’s door.

“Seems like he had a good time.” Her voice was flat and she hated it.

“Aye.” His boots clicked on the floor as he moved closer. “Swan, I wanted to assure you that Regina didn’t inform me that you hadn’t been consulted about this arrangement. I would not have come if I had known and if you wish I will refuse to fetch him again.”

Emma looked at him as he spoke and saw the sincerity etched on his face and in his too blue eyes. He was giving her an out. She had told him not to follow her, to stay away and he was willing to still do that for her despite having the perfect excuse to see her. She only needed to say the word and he would disappear from her life and fade back into her memory.

“I–“

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distancing

a/n: hi hello i’m back i hope you like this!!! my mind started wandering halfway through lmao

anonymous asked: Could you write one where y/n is distansing herself from Chris for some reason and Chris is getting worried she might leave him and confronts her like ‘Tell me what happened, tell me why everything changed’ Thank you if this is something you can write :)

pairing: reader x chris

word count: 1,2k 

warnings: angst i guess

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Christoffer’s biggest fear initially was committing into a relationship and letting someone in his life, letting someone know him on a more personal level. Nowadays, it was loosing you. The thought of you not being a part of his life was terrifying to him, as dumb as it might sound you were the best thing to have happened in his life so far. Even if it was really early in your relationship, he was pretty sure he was falling in love with you, fast. Too fast even. He never thought he’d feel the way he feels for you, but it was something he treasured.

It had taken him time to accept that his crush wasn’t only based on looks and that he liked you as a person and that he actually wanted to be with you, not only occasionally as a random hook up. You were understanding and gave him his time, never rushing him in anyway. He had appreciated a lot, so when he actually was ready you were both beaming with happiness. People had found it funny how happy you both were back then, the bravest ones tried to tease Chris about it, without success though.

But good thing don’t last, not for Chris at least. The universe probably had something against him or his happiness in general, because his worst fear was actually happening. You had become distant suddenly, Chris doing everything possible to stop it from happening in a way that he doesn’t look too clingy. As the whole relationship thing was new for him, he couldn’t help but wonder if he had fucked it up already. Had he said something to offend you? Did he do something wrong? In his mind, the options were endless.

Maybe Chris was a little dumb for not confronting you about it immediately and giving you some alone time, but as days went on he grew more and more worried. He was hung up on the idea of you leaving him, the less confident side of him completely taking over on the matter. Chris knew that he had to act quickly, before it’s too late.

Even with all of that, he was ready to save your relationship at all costs. That was exactly what he was doing currently, as he was walking around in the school in hopes of seeing you or your friends, so far it had been unsuccessful.

A sigh of relief got past his lips when he spotted your little group of friends, boldly walking up to them. They immediately noticed that Chris was walking towards them, growing quiet in matter of seconds. He examined each one of them, noticing Eva was there too. It probably wasn’t the greatest idea of his to hook up with Eva when he was interested in you, it was something he deeply regretted and often worried about. That of course was before you were dating or he was getting ready to do so.

”Where’s Y/N?” Chris asked calmly, tapping his foot against the floor of the cafeteria. They all seemed hesitant, contemplating whether they should tell him or not. Chris’ previous calmness was quickly fading away, replaced by annoyance. ”Look, you can dislike me all you want, but if you know where Y/N is I’d like to know.”

Vilde was the one to crack up and tell him that you had left to get your books for the next class, earning a glare from the others. Chris mumbled out a quick ’thank you’, before sprinting off towards your locker. And you were there, standing in front of it. He walked up

”We need to talk, preferably now.” he said, looking at you.

”Later, excuse me I have to go to class now.” you told him, not bothering to look at him as you tried to leave, only for him to grab your wrist, softly enough to not hurt you.

”Classes don’t start for another 15 minutes, you’re not in a hurry yet and I think it’s crucial that we talk right now,” Chris told you, briefly pausing before continuing. ”Even if I have a reputation of not caring about other peoples feelings, I’ve always taken yours into consideration and I think I at least deserve an explanation for your behavior.”

Your heart was pounding like crazy, you knew sooner or later Chris would confront you about it. You knew you could’ve handled the whole situation better, distancing yourself from him wasn’t smart either. It wasn’t that you didn’t like him anymore, because you did. A lot actually.

A small crowd was following the situation, already probably gossiping about it. Thankfully Chris noticed this, pulling you into a more quiet place where you could be alone. You stood there in silence, not sure of what to do. Chris ran his hand through his hair, a nervous habit he had had as long as you can remember.

”Do you still even like me?” Chris carefully asked, afraid of the answer. This was nerve-wracking for him, he didn’t want your relationship to end. In his mind it didn’t make sense to break up or even take a break, because everything had gone well before. You laughed together, you held hands in the hallways like every annoying new couple did and you respected each other.

”I still like you.” you managed to whisper out as you were on the verge of tears, doing your best to not. Every moment you spent in silence made you feel more and more guilty, regretting your actions. The last thing you wanted to ever do was hurt Chris in any way.

”Then please just tell me what happened, tell me why everything changed? I promise I’ll do my best to fix it.” Chris said, nervously chewing on the inside of his cheek.

Silence. You were struggling to find the right words to explain yourself. As you took a deep breath, you started explaining. ”Ultimately, I think I got jealous and insecure. I know this is dumb, but I heard that you had a thing with Eva and liked her and it just really made me feel insecure. I started overthinking, which ended up in me distancing myself from you. It was a way to protect myself from getting hurt, but in the process of this I hurt you. I’m sorry.”

Christoffer’s facial expression softened seemingly, he was relieved to say the least. ”I can understand that, I was actually worried about it earlier. You’re the only one I have ever liked, I don’t want you to worry about things concerning the matter.”

“I hate how you always know what to say to make me feel better.” you said with a small laugh, wiping some tears away. 

“I can’t help it, I’m pretty much a genius.” 

You smiled a little, pulling him in a much needed hug. It felt nice and cozy, like home. Chris pressed a kiss to your front, making you slightly blush. One of the many qualities of yours he loved was that he still managed to make you blush with the simplest things.

It was no mystery that you both sucked in this whole dating thing, you were the two newbies who messed things up constantly but no matter what happened did your best to get through it. Things get hard from time to time, but as long as you were both happy together it was worth it.

Delinquents

Part Two

Originally posted by aestheticsprouse

Pairing: Jughead x reader

Warnings: not really, except Jughead may be slightly ooc but just a little

Summary: Jughead is reunited with (Y/N), after meeting her in juvy six years previous.

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“Max, you can’t just pick all the vegetables out,” (Y/N) scolded, as her brother pulled a ketchup-soaked lettuce leaf from his burger and dropped it onto the side of his plate, where it fell with a wet splat.

“Wa-watch me,” Max stuttered smugly.

(Y/N) didn’t force the issue. She watched him take a huge gulp of his milkshake then screw his eyes shut against the brain freeze. In the soft neon glow of the diner, Max couldn’t be mistaken for anyone else’s brother, with his (Y/H/C) hair falling in his (Y/E/C) eyes, he was (Y/N). Minus the criminal record.

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I’m Not Promise, I Drunk

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Jughead x reader, BestFriend!Cheryl

Request: No

Summary: After a nasty breakup with Jughead, [Y/N] finally admits the truth about how she feels about her ex at a party that she never wanted to go to.

Warnings: Underage drinking, Jughead being sweet

Word Count: 4,468

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Blue (Prince Adam x Reader)

Originally posted by the-awesome-elvispresley

Word Count: 930

Pairing: prince adam x reader

AN: beauty and the beast is one of my all time favourite movies and stories, so with the new movie (which was incredible by the way and i’ve watched it four times already) out I was inspired to do this :)

It had been months since you’d last seen your father before you were locked away in this enchanted castle by the cursed beast.Over that time you and the beast had gone from despising each other to becoming close friends and maybe even more.

It was a cool night as the wind whipped around you both on the balcony as you took in the magnificent view in front of you. Little did you know the man beside you wasn’t staring at the view, instead he was staring longingly at you. “It’s foolish, to think that you could ever care for a creature like me.  For who could ever learn to love a beast?”

“I don’t know…you’ve become quiet the gentlemen.” You smirked watching his stunned expression before taking his hand in your own as you began to lead him back inside. “Come, I want to show you something.” He followed as you lead him up the staircase and eventually to your favourite place in the castle, the library. "You’ve made me curious Y/N, what is it you wish to show me?”


“I found a new book and it’s extraordinary, I wanted to share it with you!” You rushed out excitedly as you climbed the ladder to reach the novel.

“Ah-be careful climbing that!” The beasts voice was laced with concern as he rushed over behind you protectively. You lightly laughed at his behaviour, his concern for you was adorable yet you reassured him nonetheless. “I’m fine, see.”

The beast let out a huff at your carelessness, he was so grumpy sometimes. Your eyes set sight on the book you were searching for as you reached up eagerly to take it, only to loose your balance and fall backwards off the ladder. Closing your eyes tightly you waited for the impact and the pain that would soon follow, but it never came. Instead a pair of strong muscular arms caught you, stopping you from hitting the ground. Opening your eyes they met with those incredible captivating blue ones that belonged to the beast. 

Quickly becoming lost in thought as you stared into his wonderous eyes you heard the beasts voice that was filled with worry. “Y/N?! Are you alright?”

A smile appeared on your lips at the sound as you continued your gaze into his eyes. Reaching up cautiously as if he might break at your touch, your hand gently caressed the side of his face as you spoke. “Your eyes, they’re the most beautiful pair i’ve ever seen.”

The beast seemed to be in shock at your actions as he became speechless, finding it difficult to keep his eyes off your face as you gently caressed his own filling his heart with warmth. A thought popped into your mind as you continued to stare at the mysterious man in front of you, the man whom you were falling for but still didn’t know his name. “You never told me your name. I don’t wish to call you a beast because you are far from one, you’re kind and gentle.”

His breath hitched in his throat at your words and your close proximity. Clearing his throat he finally broke eye contact and carefully placed you down on the ground. “Adam. My name is Adam.”

A wide smile took over your face at his confession before you bravely held his hand in your own as it gave you butterflies when you both touched. “Well Adam, I have something to confess myself.” His eyebrows furrowed as he tilted his head in confusion, gently rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. “What is it?”

Standing on your tippy toes so that your hands could reach behind his neck you moved your body so that it was against his own. “Adam, over these last few months you’ve shown me kindness, compassion and loyalty, something that I didn’t think i’d ever find from another. You’ve captivated my heart and I must inform you that I’ve fallen hard. Adam…I’m in love with you.”

The beast smiled the biggest you had ever seen him before as he placed his hands on the small of your back, resting his forehead against your own. “I love you too Y/N, more than you could ever know. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Your heart melted at his words as you leaned into his touch only now noticing the sparks of gold that swirled around his body. “What’s happening to you?!” You asked worried as you pulled away from his embrace to see better. His body lifted slightly into the air as his fur turned into skin and he became human again. A gasped left your lips as he came down to the ground, standing in front of you in his true form. He was breathtaking.

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“Is it really you?” You questioned astonished as you grabbed his face to look into his eyes. And sure enough they were the eyes that belonged to Adam. "It is you! The spell has been broken!” You exclaimed excitedly before jumping up so that your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms rested behind his neck.


Adam laughed happily as he twirled you around, he’d never believed he’d ever be this happy. “I’m human again Y/N!” You nodded your head as you giggled at his behaviour. Leaning in to close the distance between you, you pressed your lips against his own as you finally kissed the man you loved. From that moment on you knew that everything would be okay, as long as you had Adam by your side.

The Sun Will Set || Part 10 (Final) || BTS Gang AU ||

Originally posted by bestteamofsoulmates

A/N: After over a year of working on TSWS, it has finally come to an end. I am so grateful for the support I’ve received from you guys for this series, and I just want you to know that your feedback and love is what made me able to finish TSWS. Please let me know your thoughts and feelings. <3

~L

Summary: After a series of unfortunate events, you’ve found yourself under the care and protection of your city’s most notorious gang: BTS.

Word Count: 6.9k

Genre: Angst, Drama, and some Fluff (but mostly Angst)

Warnings: Character death, violence, intense action

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue |

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Locked In (Part 7)

Originally posted by subcas

Summary: Detective Winchester is back home but things are tense around town after everything that’s happened…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Pairing: Detective!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,600ish

Warnings: language, mild violence

A/N: A happy part? Did it finally happen?…


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anonymous asked:

I really love your imagines! Here's one: Old!Noctis and sassy s/o queen. During a council meeting, where s/o is absent, a foreinger ambassador rudely complain about the queen, pretending an apology by Noctis because she humiliate him after seeing him treating badly a young maid, suggesting Noctis to control his wife.

OMG SHORT DRABBLE TIME! :D This one’s gonna be fun~! This kinda strayed a little from the original request BUT it still holds the main concepts you mentioned :) Sir Luddenham belongs to me *HAHAHHAHA, Luddenham- it’s a place in Sydney somewhere and I’ve always wanted to name a dodgy OC after that suburb cos the name sounds so hilarious HAHAHA*

Tagging some pals: @blindbae, @itshaejinju, @asendioncosplay, @lady-asuka, @hypaalicious, @rubyphilomela, @cupnoodle-queen and @xalexanderxkozachenkox <3 :)

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Excuse you, Sir.

As King of Lucis, Noctis had to deal with a few rather difficult individuals. Sir Luddenham was one of those rather difficult people. In fact, if you were present in Council that afternoon, Noctis was sure you’d probably call him a ‘bag of dicks’. Noctis barely held in a snort of amusement at the thought of you calling the unpleasant council member juvenile names. Feeling Ignis nudge him from his right hand side, Noctis sat up a little straighter and pretended that he was actually interested in what Sir Luddenham had to say that day in Council.

Seriously though- what kind of a name was Luddenham?

It sounded made up and foreign.

Noctis quickly shook the irrelevant thought out of his head and zoned back in on Sir Luddenham’s concerns. Trying to refrain from rolling his eyes at the topic of the rather pudgy council man’s discourse, Noctis merely leaned forward and bore his deep blue eyes down at the older man with a neutral expression on his handsome face.

“Your Majesty, I apologise for my lack of tact, but I must raise this matter with you now, or forever hold it in my consciousness…” Noctis frowned and nodded, giving his silent assent to let the man go on with his complaint. What Noctis really wanted to say was ‘keep your pity party to yourself’- he probably would have said so if you were in attendance with him. You probably would have been the one to shut Sir Luddenham off yourself!

That would have been funny.

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