who knew they were even dating

anonymous asked:

Butters ur gayyyyyy

Butters:

Actually, I-I’m bisexual, haha.

Butters: I like both girls and boys! :)

Butters: Uhh, I don’t think that my folks would be too happy if I were to e-ever get a boyfriend though…

Butters: I’m p-pretty sure they already know that I g-got feelings for boys too, but are just ignoring or trying to forget about it…

Butters: Even if they are a-aware of my sexuality, I don’t think they’re too thrilled about it.

Butters: Last time they thought that I liked boys, they sent me off to this real awful camp to try and “fix me” or somethin’. :(

Butters: Ever since then, I knew that they pr-probably wouldn’t ever accept me for who I am.

Butters: And if I were to ever date a boy, I’d keep it a secret, c-cause I’m scared of what their reactions might be…

Who You Belong To

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, oral sex, jealous Draco

Tags: @xx-thefandomssavedme-xx, @capsbuchanan, @justareader, @jarnesbrnes, @bovaria, @buckys-shield

Summary: Draco and you go to the ball but not together, but you do leave together.

A/N: Gryffindor reader because that’s how it needs to be to let this story work out.

Originally posted by harley-quinn

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married part 5- h.s imagine

you can read part 4 here

You let out a scream as you ran around in the kitchen. Lucas turned the corner, laughing as he chased you. You panicked as you realized you hit a dead end. Lucas smirked as he inched closer to you. “Where you gonna go now, babe?”

You crossed your arm and gave a pout. “Not fair. You always win.” Lucas gave a chuckle as he placed his hands on your waist, pulling you closer against him. “I won a long time ago.”

Your cheeks blushed as you tilted your head up to connect your lips together with Lucas.

After your birthday last year, you vowed to get over Harry. You couldn’t pine after him anymore. It wasn’t fair to you or his marriage. Moving on from Harry was definitely a struggle and occasionally your mind would drift off to see how he was doing. You couldn’t lie and say you didn’t miss him because you did. Harry’s made no effort to contact you. You couldn’t blame him though. You knew that if he found out your feelings for him, your friendship would somehow fall apart and sure enough, it did.

You’ve been with Lucas for about three months now. You guys rekindled when you accidentally ran into him at the store. You apologized for never getting back in touch with him after your first date and the rest is history. Lucas was sweet. He was really sweet. Sometimes when you were with him, you didn’t think about Harry.

You pulled away from Lucas as your phone started to ring. Lucas let out a groan as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. “Ignore it.”

You chuckled as you pulled out your phone from your back pocket. You immediately knew who was calling without even having to look at the caller ID. “Niall’s being a little groomzilla. If I ignore him, I’m pretty sure he’ll find a way to hunt me down.”

Lucas rolled his eyes playfully before he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “It’s so hard when everyone wants to take my girl away from me” he joked before leaving you alone to answer the call.

You shook your head as you let out a chuckle before you answered your phone. “What’s wrong now, Niall?”

“The seating arrangement is all wrong!” Niall yelled from the other side, frustration laced in his voice.

You pulled your phone back from your ear, wincing at Niall’s booming voice. “Listen Horan, you better watch your tone with me or I won’t help with the wedding anymore!”

Niall gulped. “I’m sorry. Can you please help with the seating arrangement?” Niall begged into the phone. You smirked as you mentally praised yourself for having Niall wrapped around your finger. “I’ll be over soon.”


Since you and Harry cut ties, you and Niall have become closer. He was your blessing in disguise. You could never thank Niall enough for being there for you when you just really needed a shoulder to cry on. Niall managed to find a girl that was head over heels for him. He was absolutely in love with her. You would like to say you thought Niall marrying someone he’s only known for less than a year was absolutely crazy but you couldn’t. Emma was perfect for Niall. When you first met her, she welcomed you with open arms and you could see how much love Niall had for her. You knew in your heart that they were perfect for each other.

Niall sighed out of relief when he opened the door. His hair was a mess from the amount of times he’s run his hands through it out of frustration. “Niall, I see you’re looking as beautiful as ever.” you chuckled as you stepped into his apartment. You gave a quick hug to Emma who was sitting in the kitchen.

Niall quickly brought out a giant piece of paper. It was like some sort of blue print. It had circles drawn on it to represent the tables, a square to represent the dance floor, a rectangle to represent where the DJ was gonna be. It was the nightmare of every wedding. Niall sighed as he placed the paper in front of you. “We need your help deciding where to put who.” Niall explained.

Emma shrugged her shoulders as she took a sip of wine. “I say we let everyone sit where they’d like to. Who cares about assigned seating?” Niall placed his hand on his forehead before he smiled sweetly. “I told you, honey. If everyone decided to sit where they wanted to then it’ll be a big mess. Each table seats 10 people. What if someone wants to sit at a table that already has 10 people sitting there? They can’t just pull up a chair as they please cause that’ll mean one table will only have 9 guests. We are having assigned seats!”

You and Emma both looked at each other with wide eyes from Niall’s outburst. His breathing was hard as he stared at a sheet with everyone’s name on it. You cleared your throat, “I may need a glass of wine myself for this.”

You looked at who was next on the guest sheet. “Oh! Louis. So we can put him and Eleanor with Liam and Cheryl at table 7.” You quickly wrote Louis’s and Eleanor’s name down on the blue print. Niall nodded as he took a swig of his beer. “Make sure you write Freddie’s and Bear’s name down as well.” You nodded as you began to write. “Who’s next on the list?”

Emma grabbed the guest sheet. “Harry-” Emma paused, her eyes widening a bit as she cleared her throat. “Styles…” Niall and Emma stared at you with weary eyes. Emma’s met Harry a couple of times and she loved him. She thought he was the absolute gentleman and she couldn’t believe what happened between you and him. She never knew Harry was capable of such heartbreak.

Your eyes remained focused on the blue print. You tried to remain unfazed, “Ok. Let’s put him and Kimberly at table 7 as well.” You began to write Harry’s name down before Niall cleared his throat. “Actually Y/N. Kimberly isn’t attending the wedding.”

You sighed as you placed your pencil down. You smiled softly at Emma and Niall sitting in front of you. “It’s sweet of you guys to not invite her but I’ll be fine. Besides, I think Harry would be pretty upset knowing he couldn’t bring his own wife.”

Emma looked at her fiancé. Her eyes telling him to tell you the news they recently got. Niall nodded, he turned back to you. “Harry and Kimberly filed for a divorce last month, Y/N.” You let out a small gasp before Emma explained, “He told us two weeks ago when we met for dinner.”

Your eyes were staring at Harry’s name written down on the blue print in front of him. Your eyes softened as you thought about Harry was feeling all about this. For as long as you knew Harry, you knew how he looked down at getting a divorce. Coming from divorced parents himself, he always saw divorce as giving up. You quickly shook your head, grabbing your pencil again. “That’s unfortunate to hear. Who’s next on the list?”

Emma came around the kitchen counter and placed her hand on your arm softly. “Do you want to talk about it?” Niall nodded his head, reaching across the counter to place his hand on top of yours. “We’re here for you, Y/N.”

You smiled softly as you looked between the couple. “I’m fine, you guys. I promise.” You looked down. “It’s unfortunate Harry has to go through this. And I wish him nothing but the best.” You looked up at the couple. “Now who’s next?”

Emma and Niall exchanged a worried look before Niall sighed as he looked at the list. “Rory…Rory’s next.”


You sighed as you stared at your reflection in front of you. You ran your hands over your dress and smiled as you remembered the last time you wore this dress.

You thanked Harry as he handed you a glass of punch. Harry sat down on the chair next to you as he took in the scene around him. You and Harry went back to Holmes Chapel to celebrate Anne’s birthday. The backyard was filled with family and friends. The sun was about to set, fairy lights hung and music playing in the background. You laughed as you saw the younger kids dancing on the dance floor in the middle of the yard. Harry grabbed your hand and placed a gentle kiss on top of it. “I’m really happy you’re here, Y/N.”

You could feel your cheeks burning slightly as your eyes softened. “Of course, H. I would never miss Anne’s birthday. I adore her.”

Harry’s mouth opened to say something before one of your favorite songs bounced off the speakers. Harry instantly noticed the way your eyes sparkled and your smile widened as the “Photograph” started to play. Harry stood up and held his hand out to you. “May I have this dance?”

You giggled as you stood up, grabbing Harry’s hand. He led the two of you to the middle of the dance floor. You placed your arms around his neck as he placed his around your waist. Harry’s eyes were staring at you intently. “Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” Harry whispered. You smiled as you looked down at your feet. “Shut up you goof.”

Harry smiled, placing his hand on your chin, tilting your head to look up at him. “You’re gorgeous, Y/N.”

You were interrupted by your thoughts as Lucas knocked on your door. “Are you ready, babe?” You grabbed your purse before you looked at your reflection once again. “Ready.” you whispered.

As the car was taking you and Lucas to where Niall’s and Emma’s rehearsal dinner was being held, your foot was tapping anxiously. You could feel your palms becoming sweaty as you inched closer and closer to the restaurant. Lucas placed his hand on your thigh. “Are you alright?”

You smiled nervously while shaking your head. “I’m fine.”

You weren’t. In a couple of minutes, you were going to be in the same room as Harry. You were going to finally see him after a year of cutting ties with each other. Would he say something to you? Should you say something to him? Was he going to bring up what happened that night? Is he going to talk about Kimberly?

As the car halted outside of the restaurant, you could feel yourself becoming nauseous. The restaurant looked great. It was closed for the event. You smiled at the small decorations scattered around the room. There were pictures of Niall and Emma throughout their relationship. Lucas gently kissed your cheek, “Good call on the photos.”

You let out a small shrug as you smiled. A slightly tipsy Niall and a sober Emma walked up to you and Lucas.

“Y/N!” the couple to be shouted, pulling you into a hug. You laughed as you hugged both of them. Emma leaned back. “Oh Y/N. We can’t thank you enough for helping with everything. I can sleep well tonight knowing everything is taken care of because of you.”

Niall nodded his head rapidly. “You were pretty much our wedding planner. Please. Let us pay you a little something for all the handwork you did.” He began to grab his wallet out of his pocket. You swatted at Niall’s arm, giving them a scowl.

“No! I could never take your money!” Niall was about to argue before you continued. “Niall, you’ve helped me so much for the past year. I can’t thank you enough. So think of this as me repaying you.” Niall’s eyes softened. He pulled you into another hug. “I told you everything would get better eventually” he whispered as he recalled the words he would say to you repeatedly during your falling out with Harry. You smiled as you squeezed Niall tighter in the hug. You pulled away and gave another hug to Emma.

The couple promised to meet with you and Lucas again before they went around to mingle with all of their friends and family. Lucas placed his hand on your waist. “I’m going to get us something to drink.” He said before he placed a kiss on your cheek and walking away.

As soon as Lucas walked away, you suddenly felt cold. You could feel eyes burning at the back of your head. You turned around slowly to see Harry standing across the room. He was staring at you with sadness in his eyes. You let out a shiver as it was the same look he gave you that night. You shook your head as you turned back around. You quickly walked away, wanting to get as far as you possibly could. You stepped out onto the restaurant patio. You let out a deep breath as you ran your hand through your hair.

“Y/N…”

You spun around to see Harry standing in front of you. You closed your eyes briefly, “Harry.”

Harry’s eyes softened as he took you in. “It’s so nice to see you again. You look beautiful.” You shook your head. You quickly murmured, “I can’t do this” before you pushed past Harry to go back inside.

“Are you happy?”

You halted as you turned back around. “What?”

Harry walked closer. “With him? Are you happy?” You looked at the ground before Harry continued, “Cause I’m a bloody mess without you.”

Your eyes filled with anger as you stepped closer to Harry. You poked him in the chest. “No! You can’t say things like that! You’re married!” Harry grabbed your hand, “I filed for a divorce!” Harry sighed as he glanced down before his eyes met yours. “What happened that night absolutely wrecked me, Y/N. For the rest of my life, I will always regret that night. I missed your fucking birthday, Y/N. I’ve never felt so disgusted with myself. I tried moving on. I tried being the best husband I could possibly could to Kimberly but I couldn’t. You! You were on my mind constantly! I couldn’t do a single thing without thinking about you! All I could see was you crying. All I could see was how much I hurt you. I will never be able to forgive myself. But Y/N. I fucking love you.”

By the end of Harry’s speech, the two of you had tears in your eyes. Harry wiped your eyes before he whispered, “I love you, Y/N.”

Harry’s eyes glanced between your eyes and lips. Suddenly he placed his lips on yours.


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It Ain’t Me: Part 10 (I)

Jungkook x Reader ft. Yoongi

Request: Can you make a fake text about how bf hears a rumor about y/n and decides to break up without even knowing the true facts

Words: 2.4 K

Genre: Angst

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Jungkook had barely gone to sleep when his cell came to life, ringing relentlessly to wake him up. He thought about ignoring it. Sleep didn’t come to him easy these days because a perpetual movie was playing in his mind since the day he found out about his sin. It started with the first time he had met you. 


He remembered being star struck as he ran his eyes all over you unconsciously in the fated get together of mutuals where he had first met you, trying to register all your features because god you were beautiful. An ethereal creature amongst meager men. He remembered the way your lips curved slightly as you savored the taste of bourbon. He remembered the way you swallowed the bitter whiskey quietly, paying no heed to the sexist jokes of the host, although he could tell they were getting on your bad side by the way your hand tightened around the crystal of poison. Oh, yes he remembered. He remembered the way you lashed out on the host, not being able to take the male chauvinism and the general approach of men sitting in the room objectifying women and how you had openly criticized the host and his ideologies, not shying away from calling him names that some people would definitely be talking about later. You dragged his ass right through his own party because that’s how you kept your environment neat. You weeded out the negativity. 


He remembered when he had followed you right out, not caring a dime about how that would look to people, and run after you to find you waiting for a taxi with your arms crossed across your chest in anger. He had somehow mustered up the courage to ask you to stay a little longer and you had agreed upon the condition that it would not be that party. So together you had gone to the café that was right across the street, the words BEER CAFÉ splintered across the front. It started with an acceptable beer and respectable introductions, your conversation but soon it turned into tequilas and guffaws and before he could blink, the night grew into day. At that moment, he had decided. He knew that he just had to get to know you more. 


So he did. 


One date turned into many, and many dates turned into a relationship. It was a quick decision, thoughtless and one he didn’t doubt, moving close to each other. 

The beer café became a sacred place; one you would visit every weekend. He would come over at your place and stay the nights more often than not. On some days you would make love, on other days it would just be an old school but an extremely satisfying movie night in that ended in sweet promises and cuddles. He loved you, he cherished you and you did so much more for him. 


Suddenly, the movie skips time. 


It comes right to the moment when Seulgi suddenly visited his house with a picture of you sprawled across the bed, a man hovering over you and both parties quite obviously naked. The world slipped from right under his legs. This…this wasn’t true. You would never do that. Ever. But Seulgi stopped him, there were more. She emptied out her bag on his bed, with more pictures than he could count on his fingers of you in various situations, in various positions, with various men, and each time your face was twisted in pleasure. He knew those expressions. You would make them for him when he pressed sweet kisses on your neck making you moan breathlessly, when his hands explored every inch of your body, finding a new weak spot every time which he exploited shamelessly making you bite down on him. When his mouth trailed your neck down to your sweet core and he devoured you, setting your body on fire. 


When he fucked you. 


That’s how you looked and he knew that look. But it was not for him. 


His vision went white as a tear and then two fell down his cheeks. Suddenly, everything felt pointless. Him running after you, that decision to move closer, those kisses, those dates. Everything had suddenly lost meaning because you didn’t love him like he loved you. 


Time skips again. 


You message him, leave voicemails, and try to contact him after he broke up with you but he won’t answer. He can’t. He sits and listens to your voicemails, and his heart feels like it’s playing tug of war and ripping itself apart when you cry and cry, asking for just one chance. One meeting to make him believe you. But how could he? Those pictures, those motherfucking pictures, were driving him insane. He felt mad all the time, he felt contempt towards you- who had failed to love him, so the next when he met Seulgi and she confessed her love, he didn’’t think twice before kissing her hard their teeth clashing together. He knew he was fucking up. He didn’t like Seulgi. He didn’t feel like his entire existence was for this kiss, like he felt with you. It was passionless, emotionless and pointless. But he would do it. 


He would hurt you like you hurt him. 


Two weeks of trying and your voicemails stopped coming. You stopped ringing him. You stopped texting him. You stopped trying to convince him. He fell into a new routine. A lifeless, senseless routine that he doesn’t care about. He made a girlfriend that he didn’t love. But at least he was doing the right thing. He couldn’t give in to his feelings for you. 


Once again, time kicks him hard and throws him into a new cut.


The café. You sitting with Yoongi. That was all and he saw red. You had forgotten about him. You couldn’t care less that he was still breaking apart everyday, you couldn’t care that he would wipe his tears all night thinking of you. You simply didn’t care. So he walked up to you and vented out. He called you names, humiliated you and broke you apart just like you had done to him. Surely, this would help him sleep better? It would help him accept the reality of the situation, it would make him accept himself. 

But your eyes. Your eyes were unflinching as you took a hit from his words. Somewhere in his ball of fury, your gaze became fiercer, breaking through his powerful image and hitting him right in the heart. You weren’t lying. He knew it. But how could he believe. So even as you fainted, he let Yoongi take you. He wouldn’t take a step, not until he had confirmed the truth. 


Another leap in time.


You were true. Your words were true. Your intentions were true. Your love was true. And he took too long to realize that. He made too many mistakes before realizing that.  After reading the exchange between you and Seulgi, a hazy blanket of hate had been lifted from his eyes in the harshest way possible. And dare he say he deserved it. Why should you ever come back to him? What reason did he give you? He knew he had destroyed an intimate connection between the two of you by repeatedly mistrusting you and to top it all, he even dated the person who had cooked up this recipe of destruction. He knew it all too well. However, he couldn’t stop himself from trying to reconcile with you. Like a shameless brat, he still wanted everything to be okay. He wanted the dread and guilt in his heart to be replaced by the love he felt for you. He wanted the harsh blankets covering him in the night to be replaced by your soothing touch. He wanted to call you. He wanted to take you in his arms and beg for your forgiveness on his knees again and again. 


And he tried. 


He tried to call you. He tried to text you. He visited your apartment. He even called Yoongi in hopes of finding any information, but he had received a cold response. He went to your workplace and waited there for hours on end to catch a glimpse of you but you never came out. 


You never came out because you didn’t work there anymore. 


You had all but vanished. Your number was not in service anymore. You had shifted out of your apartment. You didn’t visit the Beer café anymore. You had disappeared. He didn’t give up though. He thought of contacting your colleagues but realized he didn’t know anyone’s cell number. The revelation hit him like a bucket of ice-cold water. How could he not know anything about your colleagues? What if something happened to you at work and he couldn’t get in touch with you? Who would he call? Was he even in the position to blame Seulgi for anything when he didn’t even know something as simple as this? 


Each time he came to this conclusion, it connected to the beginning and the movie began all over again. Sleep was a luxury that he could not afford. His conscience wouldn’t let him get away with what he had put you through. 


That’s why when the phone rang incessantly, he was double minded about answering it. However, he turned around and brought it to his ear without paying attention to the called ID. 


“Hello?” He answered, unintentionally letting his tiredness seep into his voice. 


“We need to talk.” 


A jolt of electricity passed down his spine and his tiredness completely abandoned him. He immediately sat up straight, his senses on edge. He clutched his phone tighter in his hands and brought it closer to his ear to the point that he was sure there were going to be imprints on his skin. 


“___? ___, I’m so sorry-“ He began but your voice cut him sternly. 


“Jungkook. Look, I just need to talk to you, okay? Just tell me this, can I meet you right now?” 


Jungkook replied faster than a hurricane’s wind. “Yes. Yes, of course. Where do you want to meet me?” 


“At your house, if you’re okay with that of course.” 


He knew that he should have expected it but he couldn’t stop the dull pain growing his chest at the unfamiliarity you were expressing. You were cold and distant, like you were a stranger to his house. Like you hadn’t come there as much as he’d come to your old apartment. 


“Yes…” His voice slightly cracked and he cringed at the sound. He took a deep breath and steadied his voice. “Of course, you are welcome here anytime. You know it.” He said. He knew he was pushing his luck, pretending like nothing so bad had happened that it would stop you from coming over but it was all he could do. He couldn’t fathom you feeling like a stranger in house. 


There were a few seconds of silence on your part before you curtly replied. “Alright. I’ll see you in 30 minutes.” You hung up.


Jungkook removed the phone from his ears to look at it and despite your cold response, he couldn’t help the smile that was creeping up on his face. He kept the phone on his bed and hurried to clean his house before you arrived because it looked like a mess and he was sure it smelled worse. Oh god, he had to take a bath too. 


As he hurriedly moved around his house, cleaning up the mess all he could of was your call. You had called him. That meant something right? This had to be a chance. 


What else could it be?



Jungkook was ready. Thirty minutes had already passed since you had hung up and his house was as neat as it could be. The bed sheets were neatly plastered on the bed with minimal creases. The glass door facing the city was spotless and glistening with the orbs of lights emitting from the skyscrapers.  The wine was ready in cabinet but he daren’t take it out yet. He didn’t want to seem too at ease with the situation, which he really wasn’t, but if it came to that, he was ready to please you with some of your favorite wine. Double-checking everything for the 20th time, he nervously looked at the clock. 9:30 pm. You should be here anytime. 

As if it was a rehearsed play, his doorbell came to life. His heart almost leapt right out of his chest but he steadied himself speed walked to his front door, opening it with more haste than he intended, to find you standing in a black dress and a thin overcoat clearly not meant for the kind of chilly winds gracing the city from past few nights. You were paler than he remembered and slightly thinner.  You were frowning, and your lips were in pursed in a tight line. You cleared your throat, clearly unnerved by his shameless ogling but he couldn’t help himself, you looked as beautiful as the first day he had seen you. Just as ethereal. 


“May I come in?” You finally spoke up. 



The formality in your words cut through his heart like a knife. He swallowed, forced a smile on his face and that the feeling in his heart, the feeling that everything was going to go wrong was untrue. 

He took a deep breath and brightened the smile on his face. 


“Yes. Please come in.” 



To be continued…


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Inferno-loop

— ask and you shall receive | pt 2 (m)

pairing— jung hoseok x reader, sugar daddy! hoseok
genre/warnings— smut, oral, dirty talk, (cute) dom! hoseok
words— 15,413

summary— your sugar daddy says you don’t have to sleep with him if you don’t want to…trouble is, you do want to. You’re just nervous and a little inexperienced, but he catches on quick and begins to teach you the true pleasures of sex, and boy, are they good…

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Its midnight and I need to fucking talk about Damien from Dream Daddy.

Before the game came out, I was on that bandwagon of people who were like “lol goth dad what a goofy goober”, I totally didn’t take Damien as a serious character and honestly was considering not even playing his route, or at least playing it last.

But when the game came out and news spread that Damien was trans, I knew I had to play his route first - primarily to see how the game creators treated a trans character. I was hoping to be impressed by the representation, but never dreamed of actually liking the character.

But low and behold by the end of the first date I was smitten. Why, you maybe thinking? Well kids buckle up.

The game goes about Damien very well. They casually show that he is a trans man through natural dialogue, making it very matter of fact. This is so refreshing for in my experience, people are very blunt and notably uncomfortable when explaining that someone is trans - either just straight up saying it and things becoming awkward, or saying it and having transphobic but “light-hearted” jokes follow. Both these reactions highlight how uncomfortable the presumably cis people in the conversation are, thusly making it weird or out of place that the trans person is trans.

BUT NOT IN DREAM DADDY OH YEAH

By being casual about, and not have any characters whisper about it or seem uncomfortable, it shows how comfortable the cast is with trans people and how accepted Damien is as a trans man! And to even have his son be comfortable and use the correct name a pronouns, as well as recognize that Damien’s life has been rough? Iconic.

Another note about Damien is I love that the cul-da-sac clan seems to just accept how passionate about Victorian era culture he is. They may say he is a little eccentric, but they still invite him to parties and obviously value him as a friend!! Its so refreshing for the “weird” character to just be accepted.

And I really like that they made Damien, the eccentric character, trans because as a trans and queer man myself, I have used passion behind hobbies to occupy myself. Being trans in our society isn’t exactly easy and it sounds like Damien had a rough go of it. So for him to find happiness in something, such as Victorian culture, makes sense because its a way to distract himself from the negatives. I can honestly say that my passions have saved me really dark times, and its apparent to me that Damien’s passions have saved before as well.

Its also so great that (SPOILER) on his third date its revealed that there are more sides to him then just his main passion. Often in games and media, the eccentric character is never really given a character or enough development - they are purely the one sided, flat, eccentric character. But for a character to succeed they have to be like real people, and real people are multifaceted. Allowing Damien to have strong passion, but also other hobbies and routines was really amazing.

I just super fucking appreciate this character. He has touched my heart so deeply and represents so many things that I am and that I want in media. I can’t thank the game creators enough for this beautiful character.

friends & feelings — tom h.

Originally posted by peterparkerimagine

author’s note: first head cannon bc i couldn’t stop thinking about this. also if you read this thank you so much !! i love you wowow

  • okay but you and tom would definitely start out as best friends
  • like you two would probably meet through harrison and the second you do there’s just this instant connection
    • “i’ve never met one of harrison’s friends before”
    • “maybe because you think you’re his only friend”
  • and he’d just stand there and be like did she just diss me??? i think she just dissed me??? already??
  • but he’d laugh anyway bc that’s not how girls usually talk to him and that’d make you laugh and wow what a beautiful start
  • and as the days went on you two would get closer and closer
  • you guys for sure got closer more emotionally than physically at first 
  • for instance tom would have a bad day and he’d just come to you
  • literally lay in your bed and just talk to you about anything and everything
    • “sometimes this lifestyle just gets too much and i don’t think i’m made for it”
    • “if anyone is made for it, it’s you tom”
    • “and besides if you every turn into an insensitive cocky fuck, harrison and i will hand you your ass”
  • THIS was one of the things he’d love most about you
  • like you’d be there for him and give him great advice when he needs it but at the same time you were you and you just had to make him laugh and diss him in some way to get that pretty smile on his face again
  • he adored it
    • “did you see all those girls out there Y/N- wow they really love me”
    • “lol who are you”
  • in his head he’s always be like “why is she like this” 
  • BUT when you two started getting physically closer wow just wow he adored it just as much if not more than the emotional connection you two had together
  • always hugging you
  • sometimes for no reason at all
    • “tom i’m trying to get a glass of water”
    • “shh shh i’m trying to hug you”
  • that’s when you started to think “why is he like this”
  • so TOUCHY
  • he’d always find excuses to hold your hand
    • “and then she told me- tom what-why are you holding my hand”
    • “there’s a bug on it”
    • “i think i would’ve felt-”
    • “THERE’S A BUG IM TRYING TO SQUISH IT Y/N LEAVE ME BE”

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jaderbugz  asked:

person: *walks in on peter and yn* HA I KNEW YOU GUYS WERE HAVING SEX // yn is just sitting next to peter and reading a book. yn turns to peter, "we're having sex? dude, why didn't you tell me?"

Peter Parker x (f)Reader x Brother!Flash

Words: 423

A/N: jadyn and i talked about this and i was like yooo imagine flash is your brother and he does this and she told me to do it. so i did.


You sat on your bed, next to your boyfriend, Peter Parker. While you were reading your new book, Peter was doing homework to try and keep himself awake. He was running on very little sleep because of how late he has been staying up lately, waiting to see is Mr. Stark needs him for any last minute missions. 

Of course, you know about Peter being Spider-Man. Honestly, it’s not that hard to figure out. Plus, after you two started getting close, he told you. Partially because Ned hated being the only one who knew, partially because he trusted you. Well, he also forgot that your brother is Flash, the person who torments him.

Flash knew you two were dating, which only made teasing Peter even more fun for him. Peter still hated, but when he’s dating you, the teasing never stops.

It was quiet in your room while you both did your individual work, but you checked up on Peter from time to time to make sure he was still among the living. Which most times he only replied “only on the outside.” For some reason, was painfully hilarious.

After an hour of sitting next to each other with very little talking and a few little grunts when either of you shifted, the door was being thrown open.

“Ha! I knew you guys were having sex!” Your brother pointed at the two of you on the bed. It started with an excitable look on his face, then after realization, his smile faded into embarrassment.

You looked to Peter who was already looking at you with confused eyes. “We’re having sex? Dude, why didn’t you tell me? I would have at least put my book down!” You joked back.

“Oh, yeah, and I would have put my homework on the floor,” Peter laughed, both of you looking at Flash.

“But…I could have sworn,” Flash groaned.

You rolled your eyes so hard that you thought they were going to fall out of your head. “Where did you even get the idea that we were having sex? It’s been quiet for about an hour…wouldn’t you think you would have known?” You laughed a bit, then looked between Peter’s flustered face and your brother’s confusion. “Maybe you should just walk away, close the door, and we’ll all forget this happened. ‘Kay?” You smiled.

“Okay, (Y/N),” Both Peter and Flash replied at the same time, and Flash closed the door. Peter knew he didn’t have to agree, but he was so used to it that he involuntarily agreed with Flash- which would most likely never happen again.

Sentence Prompts

1. “I don’t hate you.”
2. “Maybe there’s more to me than what meets the eye.”
3. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”
4. “It wasn’t supposed to be this way.”
5. “Anything for science.”
6. “Some say I have mixed morals… when, in reality, I just follow logic.”
7. “Why are you stealing my clothes?”
8. “It’s nothing personal.”
9. “The blood’s just from a nosebleed; don’t worry about it.”
10. “Give me the computer, I need to look up cute penguins.”
11. “I hope you die in a hole filled with spiders.”
12. “Don’t touch my food.”
13. “You’ve got that whole drunken-sway thing going on.”
14. “You think this shit is simple?”
15. “Tell me what you want me to say.”
16. “There was a time I thought I loved you.”
17. “No matter how bad things get, I’ll always be here for you.”
18. “I’m just as fucked up as you are.”
19. “This is bad, right?”
20. “You may think your secrets are well kept, but I know everything.
21. "Why isn’t anyone listening to me?”
22. “This is damaging my self-esteem, I hope you know.”
23. “I am here to grace you with my presence.”
24. “You’ve gone too far when the other one can’t walk away.”
25. “I honestly don’t think you’re like me at all.”
26. “Sometimes I feel like I’m tearing myself apart and I can’t stop.”
27. “I never knew you could bend like that.”
28. “You’re like a giant cinnamon role.”
29. “I don’t want to ruin you.”
30. “Aww, who knew you were such a cute kid. I always assumed you would’ve resembled a donkey.”
31. “I just want a hug.”
32. “You should be very, very scared of me.”
33. “It’s funny; I used to think anything was possible when I was a kid.”
34. “My entire universe is/used to be you.”
35. “I’m sick of feeling so useless all the time.”
36. “You won’t scare me away.”
37. “I don’t believe in love at first sight, but I believe in hate at first sight.”
38. “Get your hands off of my stuff.”
39. “When I was told I was going on a blind date, I never thought it’d be you.”
40. “I don’t even know who you are anymore.”
41. “We need to talk.”
42. “I don’t understand why you feel like you have to keep stuff from me.”
43. “I never knew you were a cat person.”
44. “Did you seriously get a tattoo?”
45. “How’d you get so good at first aid?”
46. “You’ve never seen Lion King?”
47. “Are your nails painted?”
48. “I really don’t care what you think.”
49. “Because that’s not weird at all.”
50. “I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.”

Entanglement

Entanglement: (m) Namjin x Reader

Word count: 5.4k

Genre/warnings: Polyamory, smut, dirty talk

This isn’t very long because I wanted the second part to go into more detail and whatnot but enjoy :)

Parts: one | two 

Originally posted by yngissi


It was quite an interesting life you led. You were dating Kim Namjoon, a young successful writer who had his own publishing company. He was dashing and smart who treated you like a queen. People knew you had met him from your current boss Kim Seokjin. He was handsome and sexy, kind of an asshole but for some reason that worked for him. They had met in college, hating each other, competing against each other for grades, girlfriends, money, anything with an eyesight of each other. That was until one day they were assigned to be partners for a project in class. They had fought against it but surprisingly to them, they ended up liking each other. So much so that they ended up in bed together even more than that, they’ve been dating since.

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CLYDE: I kinda can’t even tell? I feel like he might be.

CLYDE: So apparently, they were on a “””’date””””’ ‘ together.

CLYDE: And I “’’””guess””’” interrupting a date is totally “””””lame””” or “””whatever.”””

CLYDE: Especially when you try and totally beat the shit out of one of the people who’s on the date.

CLYDE: If I knew they were on a date, I wouldn’t of done this!

CLYDE: I’m not an asshole!

CLYDE: But Craig didn’t tell me, he had to be super secretive and not even say anything to his best bro (me) at all!

CLYDE: So. He’s got a good reason to be mad I guess, though I feel like I kinda do too.

CLYDE: But I mean at least I didn’t totally ruin their date?

CLYDE: Cause that’d just be straight up terrible, right???

CLYDE: Am I right?????

CLYDE: ¿

CLYDE:

CLYDE: God I’m such an asshole.

CLYDE: I can hear them talking over there.

CLYDE: Craig’s trying to calm Tweek down, Tweek isn’t making any sense, and I don’t even think Craig knows why Tweek beat the shit out of me?

CLYDE: I totally don’t either!

CLYDE: Like I get one punch or something cause I scared him. He’s a spaz, it makes sense.

CLYDE: But like…

CLYDE: My beautiful face is wrecked. I’m not gonna be able to pick up chicks for like 190283954034 years it’s awful.

CLYDE: …Kinda hope I didn’t mess Tweek up or something, though.

CLYDE: I just wanted my best friend back.

The Avengers Preference - His Reaction to You Getting Hurt

Bruce Banner:

Originally posted by phanitori

Bruce would be unnaturally calm. Everyone was fully aware that the only reason Bruce had agreed to stay with the Avengers in the first place was because of you – he loved and adored you more than words can describe – and so you getting hurt would crush him. But when you did get hurt during a mission, the team was surprised when they didn’t get any incoming calls saying that ‘the big guy’ had been unleashed at the Avengers facility. Instead, when they arrived back, he wouldn’t come rushing to the quinjet to see you but instead he’d be in the operating room. He’d have set up everything himself for you when you arrived and have gotten all the best and most trusted doctors and surgeons to be there to examine and operate on you. He knew what would be best for you and that was for him to step back and let a team of professionals work on you – no matter how much he wanted to cry and get angry at the team, he couldn’t. He had to stay calm for you – he had to be there when you woke up, smiling comfortingly and ready to look after you.  

Bucky Barnes:

Originally posted by unlucky--bucky

Bucky would panic. He’s never had a girl that he’s cared so deeply for so when he’d hear that you were hurt, he wouldn’t know what to do except begin saying “oh my god” over and over again. Eventually, it’d take the entire team to get him to calm down and reassure him that they’ve gotten medics to you – but as soon as he sees you he’d sprint to your side and start rambling and trying to ask you what he can do for you to help you. You’d have to be the calm one in these situations and tell him to just be there for your injuries are taken care of and he’d do just that – being at your side day and night, carrying you from place to place, running baths for you and doing all your errands. He’d treat you like the most fragile object but it’d be because he cares about you.

Clint Barton:

Originally posted by stormxpadme

Clint would be very assertive and agent-like about the situation. He’s been an agent of a long time so he knows the risks of dating someone who has the same career as him – that’s why he’d act more like an agent than a boyfriend when you get hurt. But it wouldn’t take an expert to see the fear in his eyes and the casual crack in his voice; he’d want to cry or even go out of his way to avenge you but he knew what his job was. But as soon as the two of you were left alone and there were no more doctors or other agents coming in to check on you, Clint would lose it and tear up while telling you over and over again how much he loves you and doesn’t want you to ever scare him like that again. 

Pietro Maximoff:

Originally posted by knightofthefandom

You getting hurt would stress out Pietro. He’d be constantly running a hand through his hair and he’d pace ever so slowly around the room, waiting until there was news about your condition. He’d blame himself for not being there to look out for you and then he’d begin blaming other team members for not protecting you better. Wanda would do her best to calm her brother down but she knew he wouldn’t be fully okay until he saw that you were safe himself. When he did finally see you, he’d smile and tell you that he knew all along that you were going to be fine and that he wasn’t at all stress – but you knew he was lying.  

Sam Wilson:

Originally posted by hogwartsnexttopmodel

Sam would act as if he was totally cool about the situation but his voice squeaked for an update on your condition. Everyone knew though that under his tough exterior, Sam was terrified – you were the first girl he ever got nervous around and he did just about anything you asked him to. He cared about you more than he showed and when Tony thought it’d be funny to test this theory, he told Sam he was worried that your condition may worsen and Sam broke the glass he was holding. When he finally did see you, Sam would crumble at your bed side and tell you how happy he was he you were doing okay and that he so scared that the worst had happened to you. He made you promise not to tell anyone about what his reaction to finally seeing you was though.

Steve Rogers:

Originally posted by thatplaidnerd

Steve wasn’t exactly calm when the news was broken to him that you’d been hurt during a mission. He’d go rushing through the Avengers facility, breaking down doors along his way, until he finally reached the landing space where you’d be arriving. He’d get a full mission report from the agents that arrived with you, wanting to know what had gone wrong and who there was to blame for this because there had to be someone to blame for this. He’d try not to get annoyed with you when, even in your state, you jokingly tease him and tell him to calm down because you’re fine. Steve would insist on staying by your bed side and doing whatever he could to make you as comfortable as possible – he’d even use his Captain tone of voice on you from time to time so you got that he was being very serious about the situation.

T’Challa:

Originally posted by yoncehaunted

T’Challa may overreact and have one too many surgeons and doctors on standby when you arrive back at the Avengers facility. He’d pace outside your door, not wanting to disturb the doctors as they examine you, mumbling to himself and ignoring anyone that wasn’t one of the doctors who tried to calm him down. He’s handled a lot in his life time but nothing has frightened him as much as finding out that you’ve been hurt – he’d even begun to come up with all the people he’ll ring in any case that it could turn out to be that could look after you. When T’Challa is told that he can see you and that you’ll be alright and just need a bit of bed rest, he’d begin to tell you a list of reasons as to why you should never go out on a mission again and that he can safely support you in whatever you do for the rest of your life.

Thor:

Originally posted by thorvalkyrie

The team would approach Thor carefully when it’s discovered that you’re hurt – they wouldn’t be too sure as to how he would react but like they originally thought, he does flip out. Thor would break many things on his way to get to you, demanding to know who hurt you and becoming determined to (no pun intended) avenge you. He also welcomes you to join him, if you like, to destroy whoever it was that hurt you but you’d assure him that there was no need to do that. He’d say ‘okay, fine’ and then he’d start telling you that you should come live in Asgard where you won’t ever be hurt again. He’d then tell you after this that he’ll still try to avenge you.

Tony Stark:

Originally posted by duckbuttt

Tony isn’t the best at expressing his emotions but it’s clearly written on his face how worried he is. It’s not a secret that he loves you more than anything in the world so he decides he’ll do everything for you to help you get better – he’ll even create your own Iron Man suit that’ll get you to and from the bathroom. Rhodey buys him a pink apron after you get better because Tony legitimately becomes your personal assistant; always making you coffee and tea himself, trying to make cakes for you (and then buying one after he fails but pretends he made it) and changing your bandages for you. He’s completely smitten with you and you having a near-depth experience has just made him adore you more.

Broken // Jughead Jones

can you do a jughead/riverdale imagine where jughead breaks up with the reader, and the whole “squad” leaves the reader, so in despair she goes to the river to kill herself ( like what Cheryl did ) and Jughead saves her?

Warnings: Attempted Suicide, Swearing, sad jughead, blood.

Word Count: 2,625

Characters: Jughead Jones, Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper, Kevin Keller, Veronica Lodge, Cheryl Blossom.

A/N: If you ever feel like self-harming or think suicide is the answer, please, talk to me or someone. There are so many people going through this, and I’d hate for anyone to feel this way. x

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“I’m breaking up with you.”

Those five words had basically killed you. You knew you’d hear those words, but you didn’t expect them right now, after dating Jughead Jones for a year and three months. You hadn’t expected the words to come tumbling from his mouth. They were like bullets, each word hitting you in the heart. You had looked at the raven haired boy, who sat across from you. You were both in a booth, where you spent your time together. You had a sudden chill come over your body, the thick, khaki jacket couldn’t even keep you warm. You looked outside, the neon sign reflecting onto the window, but the thick, white snow still fell outside.

“How long?” You asked, looking back at the boy who sat in front of you. He looked emotionless, whereas you, on the other hand had tears welling up in your eyes and your hands were shaking a little bit. You bit your lip, looking around the diner. So many memories were made in this diner for you and Jughead. You had met him in this diner, along with Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper and Veronica Lodge. You had spent countless nights with him, curled up in the booth, a book in your hands as he typed away on his laptop.

“A few weeks,” Jughead said softly. He could see how broken you were right now, but he swore he didn’t feel the same. After a very intense conversation with Betty about her feelings for him, he thought he didn’t love (Y/N) anymore, but deep down, he still loved her. He was just too caught up in everything, and with Veronica pushing him to love Betty, he got confused.

You couldn’t handle seeing his face anymore. His beautiful, pale face. You looked down at your lap, hand covering your mouth as you let out a sob. ‘Don’t cry, (Y/N)…’ Jughead’s words went straight through you as you stood up, collecting your phone and book, shoving them in your bag and quickly making your way out of the diner, walking in the snow, making your way home and ending up on your bed, a sobbing mess.

-

None of them had talked to you in three weeks. They all sided with Jughead and immediately left you. Archie, Betty, Veronica, Kevin, even Cheryl had started befriending them all and she was giving you a few side eyes and glares.

You walked into the student lounge, one earphone in your ear as you listened to your Spotify playlist. You had left your book and water bottle on the table in the lounge. As you looked up from your phone, you saw a certain pair of blue eyes meet yours. Along with your ex-friends. Goose bumps appearing on your skin as you walked to the table, picking up the two objects you had to collect and shoving them in your bag, you looked over your shoulder, all six pairs of eyes on you. Your breathing had quickened, and you knew they all hated you. All because Jughead broke up with you. You could feel it in the atmosphere and see the look in their eyes. Running your fingers through your hair, you quickly left the student lounge and made your way out of the building, wanting to get home as soon as possible.

-

Another two weeks had passed and they were all still being so petty about Jughead breaking up with you and they were still taking it out on you. It had been over five weeks and they were still being so dramatic about this whole thing, but you just couldn’t handle it anymore. You closed your locker gently, looking down at your Converse clad feet and slinging your bad over your shoulder. You headed towards the doors that you walked through every morning, the ‘Core Four’ as your peers called the group that you had once been a part of, were walking straight towards you, but you were not moving out of their way. Your shoulder had grazed Jughead’s, and you looked over your shoulder, his blue eyes coming in contact with yours. He had a slight look of confusion in his features, wondering why you weren’t going the way he was going, since you both had English together. You wanted to say ‘I’m sorry’. You wanted to apologise and have him hold you, but you knew that wasn’t going to happen.

You had left the boundaries of the school, the snow falling and creating a crisp, white layer on the ground. You had taken a different route today. You weren’t going home. No. You were going somewhere that meant a lot to you, and you wanted to make sure that no one knew where to find you. The snow had gotten thicker, it reaching above your ankles at this moment, and it was getting deeper. You trudged through the snow, seeing Sweetwater River covered by a thick layer of the snow, and also a layer of ice had been hidden underneath the snow.

Your hair rested over your shoulders as you dropped your bag, letting it fall onto a log that was peeking out of the snow. You took your phone from your back pocket, staring at it for a few seconds before typing in your password and going to your messages. You clicked on Jughead’s name and started to compose a text message.

‘i don’t know why everyone hated me so much after you broke up with me. but now i understand, because i’m hating me too. i’m sorry.’

-

Jughead didn’t know why he suddenly got a text message from you, but as soon as he saw what you had written, he was on his feet, collecting his stuff and rushing out of the student lounge. So many thoughts were running through his head. Where were you? He tried calling you, but you didn’t answer, you were immediately declining his calls.

“Juggie!” Betty had called out to him, Archie, Kevin and Veronica also following the blonde, who was following the raven haired boy. “What happened? Is it your dad?” She continued, trying to catch up to him, but he was already out of the school doors and jogging down the stairs. “Jughead, please!”

Jughead turned around, his phone still clutched in his hand. “You! You’re all the goddamn problem! You wanted me to break up with her. You all egged me on to do it! Putting into my head that I’d be so much better with Betty! Well, no. I just wanted (Y/N) and now she fucking hates herself and I have no idea where she is, but she probably has one motive at this point and I think you all know what it is!” Jughead looked at his group of friends, his face was red, but he was almost crying.

-

You had managed to make it out to the middle of Sweetwater River, taking in a deep breath as the snow fell, and snowflakes had landed in your hair and on your eyelashes. It was a beautiful feeling, and you wanted it to be the last feeling you had.

Your clothes were a strong contrast against the pure white snow, and anyone could possibly see you amongst this blanket of white, but no one was around to see you disappear within the snow, so it would be like you dropped off the face of the earth.

You took a deep breath, the cold air feeling refreshing as you looked around one last time. You gripped the sharp rock that was in your hand, looking down at the snow and dropping to your knees. You pushed the snow, piling it up so you could see the ice. You raised your hands above your head, the rock still grasped in your hands. A rush of adrenaline had overcome you and you swung your hands down, hitting the rock onto the ice. A small chip had been made, but bringing the rock down onto the ice over and over again had started to show a result in what you were looking for.

“(Y/N!)” You heard a voice shout across from the shore of the river. You stood still, but looked over your shoulder. Seeing 6 people across the river, standing safely on the shore, whereas you were stood in the middle, hearing the ice creak the slightest bit made your heart beat faster. All 6 of your friends that had left you were standing there. Archie, Betty, Veronica, Kevin. Even Cheryl was stood there. But the last one, his signature denim jacket with a fleece collar and his beanie, was stood at the very edge. His eyes were wide and he was paler than usual. He was just hoping that the ice wouldn’t crack before he could talk to you.

-

“(Y/N), please! Just, come to the shore. We can talk through this. We’re so sorry!” Betty shouted, and Jughead gave her a side glance. Betty and Cheryl were standing behind Archie, and Veronica and Kevin were standing next to Archie. The boy that loved you so much watched as you turned around, fully facing the group of teenagers that had left you in a time of need. Jughead started forward, taking one step onto the ice. Slowly walking towards you, he told the others to not follow, because the weight of them all will surely pull them under.

“(Y/N). Come closer, please. We’re going to talk through this. It’s freezing and you’re going blue.” Jughead continued to walk towards you, but you stood exactly where you needed to. The ice was starting to crack a bit more, and you wished it would hurry up and pull you under the surface. “You know I love you and I care about you. I don’t want you to do this. I’m sorry that I was so pathetic. I should’ve known to stay with you. (Y/N), I love y-“

-

Betty Cooper stood there, watching the boy she had probably the slightest feelings for, confess his love to someone else. She wasn’t sure how to feel, but you loved him first, and she went out and ruined that. She felt like shit, putting it bluntly, but she would eventually get over it.

“You know I love you and I care about you. I don’t want you to do this. I’m sorry that I was so pathetic. I should’ve known to stay with you. (Y/N), I love y-“. Betty watched as Jughead’s face dropped and went pale. He stood there as his girlfriend disappeared below the surface. Archie was the first to move, bolting across the icy surface in attempt to save his best friend’s love.

“Jughead! Come on!” Veronica pushed him slightly, and Jughead realised that his girlfriend had disappeared. Archie was almost at where she had just been standing. The ginger dropped to his knees, seeing that the current had pulled her somewhere underneath the ice, which was acting like a glass floor. Jughead hand scrambled next to Archie, panting and looking at his best friend.

“Current’s pulled her under somewhere, spread out and look for her,” Archie spoke to Jughead, nodding. He watched the raven haired boy followed the way the current was going and started pushing snow from the icy floor. Archie repeated the same words he had just said to Jughead, in a louder tone. Everyone had started looking for her. Cheryl was stood at the shore, a phone to her ear. She was wearing a pair of heels, so Kevin had decided to give her is phone to call someone to get another car.

“Found her!” Veronica yelled as she pushed more snow away from the ice. Jughead looked up, his hair dishevelled and his beanie was crooked on his head. He scrambled over to where Veronica was and saw the body of his girlfriend starting to disappear deeper into the water. He looked around, in hopes to find something to break the ice with, but there was no luck. He looked at his hands, starting to beat at the ice. He groaned, his knuckles could definitely not take this type of beating, and Archie saw his best friend’s pain. Despite the words that Jughead would say to him after, he pushed him aside and started to hit the ice. So far, Archie was just cutting and breaking his knuckles, and blood was going everywhere, but he had eventually started to break the ice. His blood was mixing in with the water from the river. As soon as Archie had broken the ice, he and Jughead both reached in, grabbing onto either of your arms, pulling you onto the snowy surface.

Jughead took one look at you as he moved you away from the hole that had been created in the ice. Your skin was paler than usual, and your lips had gone blue. Your clothes stuck to your skin and you were colder than the water that was trapped under the layer of ice. “She isn’t breating,” he murmured, laying you on your back. He pumped at your chest, hoping that it would start to pump some blood into your system. Jughead shivered when he pressed his mouth against yours. It took him about three minutes to get you back, but as soon as you spluttered the water from your lungs, gasping for air, he pulled you into his chest, holding you so close to him.

Archie had given up his letterman jacket, since Jughead’s had become drenched somehow. You were in Jughead’s arms, shivering and shaken up from the events that just happened. You had realised in that very moment. As soon as your body went underneath that ice and you couldn’t pull yourself up. You actually thought you’d end up dead, and you definitely regretted putting Jughead, and everyone else through that.

-

“Juggie?” You whispered as you sat up in your bed. Everyone agreed to not mention anything, so Jughead took you home. You both got into the house just fine, since your parents were out of state for the week. He let you take a hot shower, got you changed into warm clothes (both you and him) and he let you sleep, while he took a shower, the scene of you dropping into the water playing over and over in your head.

Jughead looked at you. He hadn’t spoken much, because he didn’t know if he was going to burst out crying. He had just brought you back from basically dying, and he was still shaking up.

“I’m so sorry,” you spoke softly. Your skin was still crawling with goosebumps. Your room was probably as warm as a sauna or something. The heater was on, you had two blankets on, a pair of pyjama pants on, a hoodie and a fuzzy pair of socks, but you still felt cold. You felt so cold and heartless for attempting to do that, especially in front of Jughead.

“For what? If I hadn’t had arrived when I had, you’d probably be at the bottom of Sweetwater River right now, dead. And no one would probably know until summer, and that’s what scared me so much. I love you and I don’t want you to go anywhere right now. It’s tough for both of us, I know. And I am the worst person for pulling that on you, and being so pathetic about it.” He sat on the edge of your bed, looking at you. “Please, please. Don’t leave me,” Jughead’s voice broke as he leant forward, head resting on your shoulder. Small sobs could be heard, and your heart shattered into a million pieces. It was you that broke Jughead Jones. And you’d have to live with that for the rest of your life.

anonymous asked:

Head canons to what if Tsukishima's female S/O suddenly came into the gym while they were practicing and all the members were really shocked because she was like model tier level kind of beauty. Thank you Momma Anal and wish you luck for school lmao xD

Thank you, babe! I’m sorry it took so long in being finished, I’ve been so busy as of late.

-Admin Lana


  • Usually Tsukishima wasn’t one to forget his belongings, but this time he had left his water bottle at your house. He’d rather die of thirst before drink from the water fountain so like a good girlfriend, you decided to bring it to him.
  • No one knew that the blonde was in a relationship, let alone dating someone with your magnitude of beauty. All eyes were eon you as you entered the gym, much to Tsukishima’s displeasure.
  • Knowing him he hadn’t told anyone on the team that he was dating you, not even Yamaguchi. When Tanaka and Nishinoya had nearly tripped over themselves to get to you, he had to draw the line somewhere.
  • Secretly, he was quite smug to know that he was dating someone who was highly sought after by others. You were hot and everyone knew it too. Hell, you even made Kageyama blush.
  • He stood up to meet you at the door, slinging an arm around your waist before giving you a chaste peck to the lips. That’s all it took to make chaos ensue in the gym.
  • Tanaka and Noya were having a fit, assaulting the both of you with questions. Daichi and Sugawara attempted to rein them in by threats of punishment along with Ennoshita tugging at the backs of their shirts. The three first-years could only watch with slightly amused expressions.
  • When you finally introduced yourself as Tsukishima’s girlfriend it was clear by the look of shock on their faces that your boyfriend didn’t tell them about your relationship. Surprise.
  • Tsukishima knows that as soon as you leave, the team will not leave him alone about this.
Bloom

Group: BTS

Pairing: SUGA X READER

1k celebration: “I haven’t slept in ages.” // “I feel like I can’t breathe.”

Summary: When you fall in love with your best friend, flowers begin to bloom.

Genre: angst with a happy ending, fluff, hanahaki au

Length: 1.7k

A/N: i love my wacky aus and who would i be if i didn’t do one for the hanahaki au.

(( Hanahaki disease - an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs of flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. The infection can be removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with the petals.))


The feeling had been there for a few weeks, that Min Yoongi was more than just a best friend to you. But as you sat with your head on his chest, heart racing slightly as your hands brushed as you reached for the popcorn, it was hard to deny the tingles running down your arm from simply making contact with him. It was movie night in the dorm, and you had all assumed your usual positions, but after a friend had pointed out how close you were to Yoongi, the feelings had truly begun to bloom.

Yoongi shifted slightly, with a content groan as your head fell into his lap, whilst kicking out your legs to rest them on Jeongguk’s lap. But your attention was no longer drawn to the television, the loud action movie’s loud screams seemed to fade away as your gaze focused on Yoongi’s face.

As he absentmindedly ran his fingers through your hair, you felt a sneeze tickle the back of your throat, but you thought you might be sick so quickly you jumped off the sofa before running to the bathroom. The boy’s begun calling after you asking if you were okay as you slid past the entrance in your socks, your fingers digging into the doorframe before finally pulling your body in, you definitely weren’t okay.

Then a fierce sneeze ripped through your body, your eyes slowly cracked open and you stared in horror at the small pink petal resting in your hand; you had just coughed up a flower petal, scrunching it in your hand before letting it fall into the toilet and flushing it away quickly, hoping your feelings would disappear that easily.

But something was happening to you, and you knew what it was because you had seen it happen to Taehyung, whose unrequited love had left him close to death when he had insisted on hiding his symptoms. As you heaved a sigh, a cough caught in your throat as you knelt in front of the toilet, watching more flower petals drift from your mouth, before one caught in the back of your throat.

Then you were retching, watching in shock as droplets of blood fell into the water followed by larger yellow petals, daffodil petals.

“I need to use the toilet,” Yoongi’s voice was muffled through the door, but the action of turning your head to tell him not to came had you coughing again, and Yoongi upon not receiving an answer, hesitantly began to creak open the door that no longer had a lock after a previous incident with drunk Namjoon, “I’m coming in.”

It didn’t take long for you to realise you wouldn’t be able to hide your condition from him, but one thing was for sure; you weren’t going to tell him you had fallen in love with him. As you continued to wretch into the toilet, flinching as Yoongi’s hand landed on your back; his hand moving up to pull strands of your hair away from your face without saying a word, whilst you desperately tried to stop the petals from falling from your lips.

The bathroom was silent apart from your coughs, and heavy breathing as you were busy wondering what was going to happen and how you were going to fix this problem without losing your friendship with Yoongi forever. You could tell having him around wasn’t helping but these flowers had rooted in your heart and you sunk into his touch, but you and Yoongi knew you needed help as soon as possible.


Jars of dried petals of all colours littered the shelves of your room, you had found a sense of peace washing up the blood and bile covered petals that fell from your lips, and storing them as a painful reminder of the disease you were working to cure.

For the first week, it had been awful, as even to this date, all that left your mouth was petals that would die within an hour.  Taehyung was the one who had reassured you that you were in the early stages and that you could live like this for years but it was Yoongi who had recommended placing those petals in jars, and he continued to call them beautiful which would always lead to another bout of coughs.

The boys knew it was one of them, but you still refused to tell them who it was, even when Taehyung had burst into tears, begging and pleading you to at least tell him so he could help and understand. But you were adamant not to tell them, and although the boys doted on you hand and foot to try not to worsen your situation, and it worked.

As you sat at the kitchen counter chatting to Jeongguk about a new game he was playing, you caught a whiff of Yoongi’s cologne and you felt the tickle at the back of your throat, your shoulders hunched as you doubled over clutching at your stomach, worried because this pain didn’t come when you were coughing up petals.

The inside of your throat felt raw, and your vision began to blur as you heard Jeongguk’s chair scrape back as he screamed for someone to help. You were now slumped on the table trying to relieve some of the pain as your hands clawed at your throat, your teeth closing on petals as you felt someone’s hand over your face to the side.

Your vision was blurring and as someone grabbed the rose that was currently in your mouth, you wondered for a second if they were going to shove it back down, but instead, they began to pull it out. The pain of the thorns that had scratched your throat and the taste of copper made you feel like you were going to vomit, and as you stayed slumped on the table, your eyes began to water in embarrassment at how weak you were.

After coughing up your first full flower, you distanced yourself from the boys. Your phone notifications had been blown up for the past few days, Jeongguk and Taehyung even turned up at your door a few times, but it was only Yoongi you let in. Yoongi had a way of caring for you that made you feel like he didn’t really care, small things like leaving pain killers on your table or a new vase for the full flowers you had begun to cough up.

But the state you were currently in wouldn’t last for long, you could barely eat a meal and you only drunk iced water, tilting back your head to allow the water to soothe your injured throat. But it wasn’t just your throat being affected, Yoongi could tell that when he tried to tuck you into bed, when you looked up at him, big eyes swimming with tears before you looked away muttering, “I haven’t slept in ages.”

“I can tell,” he replied with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, as he climbed into bed next to you. His arm slung over your frail form as he soothed your coughing form and with a sudden realisation that he had been trying to deny for the past month when you had coughed up your first petal, you were in love with him.


Sometimes it’s not a question of catching feelings, but realising they’ve been there all along. Maybe it was seeing you in the hospital surrounded by white walls and the fact you no longer smelt like vanilla and roses, just medicine. Or the x-ray that hung on the opposite side of your wall, showing the flowers that had grown in your lungs, meaning that when Yoongi hugged you now, your heartbeat was fast and your breathing was shallow. But now Yoongi and the boys could no longer touch you, they were kept away looking at you only through the glass and listened to the doctors begging you daily to have the surgery.

Yoongi wondered if it was seeing your defiance, even when they promised you had a week left to live before storming out that did it, that made the feelings bloom from the seeds that had been planted from the first time he had heard your laugh.

But your health didn’t improve, in fact, it continued to deteriorate and as you became too weak to even cough up the flowers, the boys would watch in tears as you simply tilted your neck up and let the next flower sprout out of your mouth, before pulling the blood covered bloom out and placing it into the vase next to you.

It was a heart-shattering sight, and when the doctors finally allowed everyone a final goodbye; Yoongi was the first in. As he fell to his knees at the side of your bed, grasping your thin hand between his and placing his forehead against it as his warm tears fell on your skin, “Yoongi, I can’t breathe.”

The sound of the machine flat lining sent the boys into a frenzy, but Yoongi stayed frozen to the spot, before he leant forward and placing a kiss on your lips whispered, “I’m in love with you.” But the nurses were already tugging the group out of the room, however Yoongi was unable to resist as he began to cough, the boys looked at him in shock as a single white rose petal floated from his lips and to the floor.

Yoongi refused for this to be the end, leaping to his feet he shoved the door open if it was only to see you one more time and burn your face into his memory. But there you were, sitting up and looking around in confusion and as the sun began to shine through your window illuminating your face, Yoongi felt his heart stutter as he barged past doctors to wrap his arms around you, before you asked “Who are you?”

Yoongi fell limp in your arms, and you barely managed to keep a straight face before you burst into laughter, your hands cupping his face before you brought it to your lips, planting a kiss on his soft lips, “You dork, I’d rather die than forget you.”

Yoongi wiped away his tears as he let his head fall onto your shoulder with a sigh, he could still feel love blooming in his chest at just the sound of your voice and he wondered how he would ever make up for the pain you had felt because of him.



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SHE’S MINE [DRACO MALFOY]

request: “Can you do a Draco imagine with numbers 23, 39 & 45 please? :)” — by @imperiousmalfoy

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23. “Clearly, we’re meant to be.”
39. “But you’re so nice! And he’s/she’s so …”
45. “No one’s getting laid tonight.”

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Almost everyone in Hogwarts knew who you were because of your superb skills when it came to Quidditch. You played as the Keeper in your house’s team, and students always idolized you because of how you always manage to block the Quaffle no matter how fast it zoomed or how far it was from your initial position. Though even if the name Y/N Y/L/N was known throughout the school, no soul would think of associating you with Draco Malfoy — much less know that you were indeed dating him.

It was never yours and Draco’s intention to hide your relationship, and honestly, you weren’t really hiding it to be precise. People still saw you with him in between classes, sometimes in Hogsmeade, and in subjects that you shared with him. The only thing was, it seemed like they were the ones who couldn’t accept that Draco was your boyfriend just because of your differences.

“Y/N!” someone had called you the moment you got outside from the classroom where your last period (Ancient Runes) was held, running towards you in enthusiasm and mock surprise.

That someone happened to be Ernie MacMillan, a Hufflepuff student that you knew had unwavering attraction to you no matter how many times you turned him down.

“Oh, hi, Ernie.” you didn’t bother to hide the disappointment in your tone.

He beamed at you. “What a coincidence? I was just about to go down myself and then I saw you. Clearly, we’re meant to be.

You gave him an exaggerated laugh. “Highly unlikely, but whatever you say.” you smiled before attempting to walk pass him.

“Great match last time, by the way.” he immediately followed you, causing you to subtly roll your eyes. “The way you caught the Quaffle when you were so far away! Wow!”

“Yes, well, I really must be going now so —”

“I was actually wondering if you’d like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?” he cut you off, knowing that you were going to ditch him again. “Come on, Y/N. Just one date. That’s all I’m asking.”

“Too bad you won’t have it.” said Draco all of the sudden, joining the conversation.

You sighed in relief at his presence, and he smiled, putting an arm around you and kissing you on the temple. He then proceeded into ignoring Ernie who was now gaping at the sight of the two of you, Draco grabbing your things so that he’ll be the one carrying it as you go to the Great Hall.

Ernie finally found his voice. “But you’re so nice! And he’s so …” he grimaced.

“He’s actually better than you’ll ever be, Ernie.” you stated, annoyed by how he was giving your boyfriend a nasty look. “And seriously, stop acting like you didn’t know I was dating Draco all along.”

“I thought it was only a rumor or some dumb excuse to reject me.” Ernie admitted.

Draco sneered at him. “She rejects you because she doesn’t like you, MacMillan. Keep that stuck in your head, will you?”

“I just can’t believe she’d put up with you.” Ernie scowled at him.

“Yes, because she loves me and apparently, picked me.” Draco smugly told him. “So, if I were you, I’d stop acting desperate and move on.”

The Hufflepuff boy flushed, obviously defeated. “This ain’t over, Malfoy.”

“Of course, it is.” he scoffed.

You weren’t used to boys fighting over you that you found it amusing just to watch them argue and see Draco win. His words made you blush and you were probably grinning like mad, completely inappropriate for the scene in front of you.

Before things can get off had though, the tension in the air obvious as they both stare each other down, you softly patted Draco’s chest.

“Let’s go get dinner. I’m starving already.”

Draco nodded, fixing his eyes on Ernie one last time. “See you around, MacMillan. Hate to break the news that no one’s getting laid tonight. Well, not in your case, that is.” he chuckled, walking away then with arms still secured around you.

Once you were far, you nudged him on the ribs and he quirked an eyebrow.

“Thanks for saving me back there. He was starting to get pretty rude.” you admitted. “Not as rude as you were but …” you joked then, making him snort.

“You love me either way, right?”

“Hell yeah, I do.”

Worth the Wait

(You aren’t sure why your boyfriend Jimin has taken things so slowly but you are now finally ready to have your first night together.)

Warning: Romantic smut, hand-job, oral, intercourse, grinding, masturbation

The first time you saw Jimin was while you were working as a production intern at a broadcast station. It was your first week doing a rotation for a music show.  On show days, you were supposed to escort the talent from their dressing room to the stage and make sure they had everything they needed for a successful performance. BTS was performing that week and as you walked them to the stage, you could feel Jimin staring at you the entire time.  You waited with them in the wings while stage hands cleared off what was left from the previous group.  You could see Jimin continuing to stare at you.  Every time you looked in his direction, he looked away, but you could clearly see him from the corner of your eye.  

After waiting in silence for a few minutes, Jimin finally turned to you and spoke.  “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.  Are you new?”

“I’m an intern.  It’s my first week doing a rotation for this program.”

“Ah. I see,” he replied. He said nothing further.


The second time you saw Jimin was at the following week’s filming.  Their manager was asking you about making changes to the lighting set up and you were taking notes on what he wanted.  You saw Jimin looking at you again.  He was standing separate from the other members, inching his way towards you as if wasn’t sure if he wanted to approach you or not.  When you finished speaking to the manager, you turned towards him.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi,” you responded. “I saw you looking at me.  Was there something you wanted?”

“Oh, that, um… uh… no, not really.”  You turned to walk away when he stopped you.  “I guess there was one thing.  I forgot to ask you your name last week.”

You told him your name and he just stood their grinning before remembering to formally introduce himself.  “I’m Park Jimin.”

“I know,” you said.

“Ah,” he said, “of course you already know that.”  He stood there in silence.

“I’ve got to go find the stage manager to tell him you guys want to change the lighting.”

Jimin just smiled and nodded, giving you a small bow and a wave good-bye.  As you turned to leave the room, you could see Jimin’s reflection in the dressing room mirror; he was kicking the ground and hitting himself in the head out of embarrassment.  You thought it was cute how awkward he was in front of you.

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