why did i even stop watching it

cuddly / platonic-ish memes

  • “your feet are cold.”
  • “movies are made for watching, not for asking questions.”
  • “you’re hogging the blankets!”
  • “we should cuddle… for warmth.”
  • “is that your hand on my leg?”
  • “scoot over.”
  • “can we watch something else? this is scary.” 
  • “are you shivering?” 
  • “if you start snoring, i won’t be responsible for what happens to you.”
  • “did you eat all the popcorn?”
  • “your hair keeps getting in my face.”
  • “are you even wearing pants??”
  • “stop kicking me!”
  • “you’re a good pillow.”
  • “do i look like a foot-rest to you?”
  • “do i look like a pillow to you?”
  • “i’m cold.”
  • “why can’t you ever just lay still?”
You Meme A Lot To Me

Clint has created a chatroom.

Clint has invited Y/N, Natasha.

Clint: every breath you take, every move you make, every bond you break

Natasha: clint, it’s 2 am.

Clint: every step you take

Clint: I’ll be watching you. happy valentine’s day. my gifts will be delivering later on pls do not trash them

Natasha: is that coulson’s song?

Y/N: this explains why my room is flooded with gifts from the others

Natasha: why must tony give us all cardboard cutouts of him every year?

Pietro has joined the chat.

Pietro: couldn’t u choose a better song old man? this is why u have no valentine. even ur wife said no.

Clint: did i invite u? no.

Pietro: today is a day of love so don’t be salty

Clint: Na.

Clint: hahaha get it

Pietro: no

Clint: ofc you wouldn’t

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dumbass exo fanfic shit that gets on my nerves

→ *yall are either doing the most (without a doubt), being annoying, or just down right fucking gross so here i hope yall learn to do better next time (none of this is to directly target anyone or anything, just some things ive seen that need to be put to rest. that being said, my ask is still open if you feel otherwise.) edit: yall are doing the most to clock me for kinkshaming, but not everyone is going to like everything and everyone has a right to express such opinions. if you have a problem with anything i said, oh well lol


  • if she dont know him (and they havent personally discussed it) and hes eating her out while she sleeps for whatever reason,,, he raped her fuck off with that buffoonery
  • you can write tao into a fic without making him a whiny, sobbing pissbaby i hate that stereotype
  • if the oc hates his ass and distinctly said “no” to fucking but he “persuades” them in an aggressive way, thats rape too. no is no regardless it shouldnt be that hard to grasp
  • can yall stop with the mafia!exo fics where he kidnapped the oc and is such a fucking cunt but they grow to love him anyway (ngl ive written this before but like,,, i shouldnt even have to explain why this made the list)
  • some people are into this and thats chill but it annoys me when hes the dom and hell “punish” the oc for masturbating when hes away
  • in supernatural!exo fics why is he watching her sleep if they arent acquainted?? it wasnt cute when twilight did it and it isnt cute now
  • ive seen a distinct lack of boy!reader fics and non east asian poc fics (i try to use words that leave it open to interpretation but why is she always either white or east asian)
  • ill say it again for yall smut writers,,, if the oc seriously says “no” it isnt the time for him to keep trying to seduce them
  • the way hes so protective (especially when they arent allowed to have other male friends) aint attractive sometimes
  • theres a fine line between rough sex and pushing set boundries
  • bts and exo dont always have to beef
  • but i dont wanna see bts in every single oneshot/fic
  • age of consent varies but if you hmu asking me to write some shit about a 13 year old reader (and its happened sksksks) dont expect my american ass not to look at my phone a lil funny before pressing “delete”
  • this is less exo and more general, but stop ! writing ! smut ! about ! idols ! that ! arent ! legal ! let them be kids and stop sexualizing everything
  • i thought i escaped this bullshit when i quit hardcore stanning 1d but the other day i saw a fic where he was her bully?? and she fell for him even though he did nothing but put her down??? um–
  • those “sex slave” fics i see on aff where he literally owns her and dictates every little thing she does are also an um– (thats actually a world issue sjsksks just write some heavy bdsm oneshots i know yall add that in at some point anyway)
  • i know what sehun comes across as but can yall stop making him such an overbearing, bratty piece of shit in everything its agitating to see it so often
  • i find this more funny than anything but with some of those reaction requests where the oc fangirls to another group, is he supposed to seriously mind? my mom fangirls over celebrity men all the time and her husband doesnt care at all
  • lastly, those “adopted sibling/step-brother” stories arent technically bad, but it makes me wince when they were raised as siblings and they talk abt being brother/brother or brother/sister so frequently like,,, idk about you but if i fell in love with my brother–
Imagine babysitting Groot with Peter...

Originally posted by nicolasprenger

Warnings: way too cute for human consumption, probably language

A/N: This was a request by @grootiez. I hope you like it because I loved it. Definitely spurred more Groot ideas.

Tags: @bitch-m-fabulous , @thecupcakeconsumer, @courtneychicken

You sat reading aloud next to the tiny planted Groot. He had been growing well since sacrificing himself and you hoped he would talk soon. You never met full sized Groot but between the stories and how much time you spent sitting with Baby Groot, you were pretty sure you would have loved him. The group was supposed to be going into the city on the planet you just landed so that they could collect some general supplies and maybe intel. You hated going outside so you opted out and just gave Rocket a brief list in exchange for you staying with Groot. 

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I was losing my grip and you just stood there, watching me, suffocating and drowning, until I couldn’t make another sound. I was losing me, losing myself, and you didn’t stop me. You knew exactly what I was doing, where I was going, how this would all turn out, and not once, did you ever try and stop me. Maybe that’s why I could never seem to let you back in, because you left me. And even though I pushed and pushed, you were supposed to come back. No matter how far, you were supposed to come back, you were always supposed to come back, but you didn’t. And now, I have no one, because it was supposed to be you. It should’ve been you, it was always you.
—  c.f. // “growing up is full of shit”
I watched you as you sat next to me, but I couldn’t see you anymore. You were already gone and I just stared blankly as I wondered when did you even leave, when did you stop loving me.
—  Things I realized when I was drunk, part IV

Have you ever thought of a Supercat West Wing au, where Cat is still Cat Grant, CEO of CatCo World Wide Media. She’s going along with her life, kind of just coasting (I mean. Coasting for her), and she’s a bit bored with her life, but there’s not very much she can do to challenge herself at this point—she’s built her empire, she’s made her legacy. But she’s feeling a bit restless, the same restlessness that got her to this point, that drive to be more.

And then one day, someone from her war correspondent days walks into her office, one Hank Henshaw, who saved her life when she was just a rookie war correspondent who knew absolutely nothing, comes to see her. And he’s talking about this New England small time politician he wants her to go see, at some retirement center, and that’s it. He’s never called upon that debt, never used her for political or financial gain. Cat’s just thinking no way is she the real thing, at this point (especially without Sunny Danvers in her life), more than a bit jaded with humanity and pessimistic.

But the man who once saved her life is asking her for a favor, and it’s not power or money or a position of influence. It’s simply to go to this place in Middle of Nowhere, New Hampshire, and hear some imbecile speak. And this is what old friends do for someone who owes a life debt (and maybe she herself is just a little bit hopeful, just a little bit curious. This is someone who has Hank Henshaw’s faith. Henshaw might be the most honorable and decent man she knows—and for someone who’s life’s work is to ferret out secrets, who refuses to keep her head in the sand, that means something).

And then on the way, maybe she stops in New York to visit her old friend Lucy Lane, who’s working for gage whitney, making rich white guys even richer. Both stuck in their ruts, uninspired.

And Lucy tells her to come back if she sees the real thing. Cat gives a bit of a sarcastic laugh and asks her how the hell would she even know—and Lucy tells her she’s seen Cat excited before, truly excited. Lucy will just know.

(and maybe Cat did her background research on her way there—she was a journalist first. Foster child, with a life plagued by tragedy, adopted by one of the state’s oldest families. Some went to college on military scholarship, had a bit of a career as an artist after serving her 4 years of active duty. Single. Spotless record. Very few relationships, married to her work. Cousin’s a journalist, two tattoos, worked as a diplomat after the artistic stint, majored in art and political science, minor in linguistics. Licensed pilot. Polyglot. Sister of Alexandra “Alex” Danvers, former army medic and Surgeon General. Again, she’s Cat Grant—she does her homework)

So Cat goes to that retirement center and is just prepared to have some really mediocre chicken. She’s barely paying attention—she even has a crossword in front of her—even has it be paper, to prove a point that she’s not busy with a work email or something truly important on her phone Nope. It’s a crossword puzzle. And then there’s the question from the dairy farmer—why did she vote on the way she did on those milk subsidies? That hurt a lot of dairy farmers.

And then there’s just this pause before Kara goes, “Yeah. I screwed you on that one.” And Cat’s head just rockets up and she immediately stops what she’s doing because this is something Cat’s never seen. And she watches as this politician explain that the reason that she didn’t do something very politically advantageous—in a state where dairy farms are big, this small tiny state where those votes really do matter—was because she didn’t want children to go hungry. She wanted children to be able to buy milk.

What you are taught in every college political science class, every high school civics class, in every democratic society, the goal of every politician is to be reelected. And yet this is something that won’t score her any political points, will make her lose constituents—she didn’t offer justification, like oh I voted for this because they’d give us better grazing laws, or anything. This was flat out “I did it for starving children. Not for you.”

And just. She’s almost a little bit pissed because goddammit Hank was right, Cat is absolutely  hooked. She’s completely bamboozled and yeah like Josh she’s just in awed shock and she comes into Lucy Lane’s firm, dripping wet, hair a frizzy mess, outfit ruined,—and this is Cat fucking Grant, she never looks anything but pristine, not a hair out of place—just grinning. And Lucy just stops talking to the client about the deal that would have made her a partner, the culmination of her career and everything she’s been working for her entire adult life—and it’s one of the easiest decisions she’s ever made.

And then Winn, drunk off his ass because he thinks he’s going to get fired tonight because he told if she’s asked about her vote against the dairy farmers tonight she should, and only because it’s the easiest thing to remember, tell the truth.

And then Alex comes in and fires everyone but Winn—which Kara protests wildly at because Kara still doesn’t think that she’s actually going to get elected, that she’s just doing to keep her opponent honest and talk about some issues and be very comfortable conceding the race but Alex has been in politics, has plans for Kara and knows that they could go all the way to the White House, Hank as VP for anyone worried about having such a young woman as President, Alex as Chief of Staff. (and there’s a reason Alex has never planned on running for the White House and that’s a)she is horrible at any type of public speeches and b) Sierra Tuscon, drinks, and pills.)

And then Winn goes all the way to California to visit his old friend James (complete with the James falling into his pool scene with the sheer white shirt because I may be gay but I have eyes and EQUALITY). Winn lets James know that. Well. Yeah, you’re right kara’s never heard of you but Alex sure has. And yes, Kara Danvers is a good person. And that’s all it takes for James to pack up from his 500k a year job to the one that pays 600 a week.

And so now Kara has a team of Lucy Lane, Hank Henshaw, Alex Danvers, Winn Schott, James Olsen, and Cat Grant. And she’s worried now, because she was never supposed to win. She’s just there to make her speeches and keep her opponent honest because they may live in a time where a woman could be president and a black man can be VP—but a straight female president. Not a gay one. But Alex was right and they win and they’re off to the White House. So Kara keeps her secret, and hopes (prays) that no one finds out, because she’s been so very careful, not even Alex knows.

And if Kara thinks that Cat Grant is witty and fierce and determined and witty and sarcastic and absolutely radiant? Well, she’ll keep that to herself.

Deals

Jughead x Reader

Summary: It’s a give and take world. You and Jughead are going to have to make some deals to get to know one another.

Word Count: 1666

Warnings: N/A

A/N: I felt the need to write about that serpent jacket. I couldn’t resist.

originally posted by dailycwriverdale


Your back was starting to ache from this angle and you couldn’t tell if your butt hurt or it was just numb. You’d been sitting in this tree sketching a robin’s nest for the past hour. You were severely regretting not taking a picture to sketch from. It was too late now. You were already up here.

You tapped the pencil against your lips. You looked back at the nest and decided you saw its likeness. In one motion, you lost your pencil and your balance stupidly trying to catch it. You watched it tumble through the air and hit an unexpected target. The pencil bounced off his hair and into the grass.

He bent down to examine what had just cause him a minor pain. You held back a laugh at his confusion, but instead focused on his jacket. South Side Serpents. How curious? You were going to let him wonder about where the pencil had come from, but you couldn’t resist a jest.

“So, were they fresh out of T Bird jackets at the Halloween shop?”

Jughead smirked as he came back up. He twiddled the pencil between his fingers and looked for his assailant.

“Ha ha. You’re hilarious.” His eyes moved around.

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Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off (Sebastian Stan x Reader) Pt. 5

A/N: hello lovelies! part 5 is finally here! This chap gets hella angsty AND steamy! ;) I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah

Warnings: Angst. Sexual pictures. NSFW. Online relationships. Swearing. There is a very graphic picture at the end so beware lol!

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Come Back to Me

Love is Not Over SERIES - 01 || 02 || 03 || 04 || 05 || 06 || 07

GENRE: Angst

SUMMARY:  Jungkook breaks up with you under built up pressure from his family and friends, but shortly afterwards he realizes that this isn’t what his heart wants and he wants you back.

WORD COUNT: 703


Originally posted by jjks


“Aish!”

Jungkook slams his fist into the wall beside him.  It was a mistake. A slip of the tongue. He hadn’t meant any of it; it was all in the heat of the moment – he was just so frustrated - and he couldn’t control his emotions.

“Get out!”

His hands somehow connect with the ceramic flower vase on the table and he flings it at the ground. It shatters into pieces and the flowers lay limp, drowned in the water around them.

“I don’t want to see you anymore, Y/N. We’re done. Done. Did you hear me?”

Jungkook breathes heavily as he stares at you. You’re trembling. “Jungkook, just tell me why… Please, can’t we talk?”

He watches as you step closer to him and try to take his hand. He slaps it away, and even though it hurt to see the pained look on your face, he keeps his hands by his side.

You retract your fingers, and look at him sadly. He just shakes his head. “Just leave, Y/N. I can’t do this anymore.”

He starts to head towards the door, to follow you, to apologize, but he stops. Jungkook knew he had hurt you. But it was just a fight, like any other fight. You would come back like you always did. Yet as he kept on trying to reassure himself, he realized it was different this time.

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My Drama Year!

It had been some time since I had wifi, so I ventured to the library to download K-Dramas for entertainment purposes. This is My Year in K-Dramas. The last two are recent and I have watched them with wifi because I am in a better place. Yay!!


     1. Oh My Venus

      This drama started out being really sad to me, then it became rather weird, but then I thought it was cute. It is one of those dramas that I would definitely say I enjoyed. Without wifi and cable, it was also hard to watch a second or third time. By the third time, I just went through my favorite episodes/moments. Would still recommend! 4.5 STARS!

    (HENRY IS THE CHERRY ON TOP)



           2. Cheese in the Trap 

                Now this one I was actually kind of bored with until about the fifth episode. Sorry, but true. I had a hard time understanding why it was popular. Of course, though, I did enjoy watching it after getting into it. After some time, it had me hooked and trying to figure things out as it went and the male lead had me all confused and stuff! Kekeke Would I recommend? Yes. 4 STARS!

    (SEO KANG JUN IS THE SUGAR IN MY LIFE)

    Originally posted by b2utygot7


            3. Liar Game

                This one I stumbled upon by chance. I looked it up on Google and decided the synopsis made the show seem very intriguing. So I downloaded it and enjoyed every second of this mystery thriller!! From beginning to end I was hooked, like a fish on a line!! I could not get enough of the show and even checked to see if there was another season. I still need another one. TOTALLY DAEBAK!!! 5 STARS

    (SHIN SUNG ROK PLAYS EVIL SO WELL)



            4. Descendants of the Sun

                 THIS ONE!! Yes, this one. This drama I kept in my files for a long time, even after I moved TWICE(!!!!). I love this drama from beginning to end and may have watched it about ten times… Without skipping episodes. I love it so much, I had the poster as my phone’s background and had ringtones. I am not ashamed!! Song-Song couple is love, dude!! This one breaks the record. WAY PAST 5 STARS!!!

    (THAT SONG JOONG KI THOUGH)



             5. W: Two Worlds

                  Now tell me why Lee Jong Suk said he wants to play a more masculine type of character when he did such a cool, manly job playing as his character Kang Chul?! He is the definition of perfection and I love him so much. I started feeling rather odd when I wanted him to catch me in a bathroom. Like, I volunteer to be scared like that!! All semi-joking aside, the drama is freaking awesome and the story line was well thought out. I would like to meet the writer and get some tips. 5 STARS!!!

    (PLEASE TORTURE ME LEE JONG SUK)

    Originally posted by sugavsweet


             6. Goblin

                 So many favorite scenes, so much bromance. Is it bad of me to say I loved this drama from beginning to end, too? I hope not. Although, for some reason, I wasn’t too into the beginning scene of the first episode. I shrug when I think about it because I have no idea why I’m not pleased with it. Gong Yoo did amazing acting out the battle and the movements were great and everything, but eh. ANYWAY! This drama had me swooning over anything and everything and even made me feel lonely af. I super love love it, though and totally watched it again and again!! Another one that broke the scale!!

    (YOOK SUNG JAE WAS AWESOME)



            7. Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo

                 I just recently finished this one, so fresh out of the mind reaction. Here goes. NAM JOO HYUK, STOP STEALING MY HEART!!!!!! The story was great and the acting was even greater!! I love that it’s not the typical thin boy loves thin girl. Noooope, nope, nope. I am so in love with the story, I may go watch it again. With each episode, I had to make sure I was breathing because Nam Joo Hyuk kept me from breathing correctly. The love scenes were so cute and well thought out and that’s what really had me feeling like a high school teenager again. Oh, those feelings of blissful love. Sigh. I would definitely recommend this drama that peoples ears would fall off. I’m so in love with it. ANOTHER SCALE BREAKER!!!!!

    (NAM JOO HYUK PLEASE TAKE MY HEART)

    Originally posted by irrational-obsessions-gottcha78



    Thank you so much for reading!! (If you did) I know it was super long and not well typed, but I was afraid of mentioning any spoilers. Please keep in mind that I really did enjoy each and every one of these dramas. No harm, no foul.

    Got a drama you want to recommend I watch and review? Leave me a comment/message! Thank you!! Heartu!

    Afterdeath Fanfic

    So, instead of a ‘Reaper comforting Geno’ fic, I wrote a ‘Geno comforts Reaper’ fic. It’s starts off a little angsty, but after the whole hurt/comfort scene it turns super fluffy. If ya read it, well, I hope you like it!

    (also posted on Archive- http://archiveofourown.org/works/10904352)

    Rating: T

    Words: 2,224

    Ship: Geno x Reaper

    Before I forget-

    Reaper belongs to @renrink

    Geno belongs to @loverofpiggies

    Goth belongs to @nekophy


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    Peep Show

    Word Count: 5457

    Warning: Smut with voyeurism and exhibitionism

    A/N: This story is a tad bit longer than the other ones I had posted. So please sit back, relax, and enjoy the show!

    Your name: submit What is this?

    “I can’t do this anymore. It’s over, y/n.”

    You stared at your boyfriend, shocked at the words that just escaped from his mouth. This was not how you saw your two year anniversary going. You had planned a nice romantic evening at your apartment for you and your boyfriend, Chris. He was supposed to come over at six for a cheesy candlelit dinner you had prepared. Followed by a movie on your cozy couch which would result in you two snuggling up together in each other’s arms. Then the night would end with a little physical contact in the bedroom and lots of R&R the next day. But of course, Chris had other plans. He came over empty handed! And not only that, he forgot it was your anniversary! Chris had expressed that he had fallen out of love with you for some time now and he wanted to seek excitement elsewhere. You were blindsided by his confession and completely heartbroken.

    “But Chris, can’t we-”

    “NO, Y/N! We are over! There’s nothing more you can say that will make me change my mind. Besides, I started seeing someone else.”

    Chris left your apartment leaving you on the floor in a balling mess.

    ~~~

    One Week Later…

    “Y/n! This is ridiculous!” Your best friend yelled as she pulled the blinds open, letting light enter your apartment. “Besides work, you haven’t let this damn place!”

    You lowered your head in shame. You didn’t mean to isolate yourself from the world but the breakup was still fresh on your mind. You had given two years of your life to a guy, thinking that he loved you only for him to tell he was bored with the relationship. It was embarrassing and also insulting. You didn’t look at the situation as if it was his choice but blamed yourself because you couldn’t keep him happy. A few tears fell from your eyes. Your best friend rushed to your side, holding you close.

    “Don’t you dare cry over that asshole, y/n. He doesn’t deserve your tears or thoughts,” she wiped your cheeks. “Guys don’t think when it comes to relationships. All they want is for someone, who isn’t their mother, to take care of them and supply them with sex and food. You remembered what happened with my ex?”

    You thought back to the many phone calls you two shared because her ex boyfriend. If there was a king of douche bag boyfriends, he would be it. Not only did he cheat on her but he trashed her apartment and stole her money before he disappeared. You two were up all night driving around looking for him. At the time, you were relieved Chris wasn’t like that but you also didn’t expect him to walk out on you.

    “Anyways, I learned from the situation. I’m too young to settle down and now I’m living my life just the way I want it. I don’t need a boyfriend and I keep a few guys around to handle my needs. Yep! Life is just wonderful which is why I don’t want you hanging in the house anymore. Let’s invite a few more friends, get dressed up and go out tonight. What do you say?”

    You thought it over for a second. To hell with Chris! If he didn’t appreciate you then it was his lost. Eventually, someone will come along and appreciate what an amazing person you were. But that day was not today, so why not go out and have fun?

    “Hell yeah! Count me in!” You shouted as you jumped up from the couch, storming into your bedroom closet to look for something to wear.

    A couple hours later, you, your best friend, and three other girls stood in line waiting to get inside a club. You decided on wearing a simple black dress that hung off of your shoulders and black stilettos heels. Tonight you wanted to focus solely on having fun and not about Chris and what he could possibly be doing at that moment. It wasn’t long before you were let in and the blast of music followed by people all over made you tense. Your best friend noticed.

    “Relax, I know it’s been awhile since you put yourself out there but you don’t have to worry. Just enjoy yourself.” She whispered in your ear. You offered her weak smile and nodded.

    As the night went on, everyone was having a good time. Your group of friends were chatting with a group of guys and you danced and drank a little too much to the point that you were tipsy. You heard your friend say something about going to another club and everyone got up to leave. You tried to keep up but ended up getting lost on the street. You checked your phone but had no signal to make a call.

    As you walked around looking for them, the cool outside air sobered you up. It had been ten minutes and still no sign of your friends. You were about to hail for a cab and head home until you realized you were standing in front of a club. “Desire” spelled out in red neon lights and just below the name, words in white read “live shows”. Weird. It didn’t seem like the average place to party and held some mystery to it.

    “They couldn’t have come here,” you mumbled to yourself, looking around. “What the hell. No harm in checking.”

    You entered through the door and immediately felt the change in atmosphere from the previous club. The furniture and walls were white with a luminous blue light reflecting off of it. The slow sensual music was loud but not enough to hear from outside. Overall, you liked the place. Everyone there was wearing all black and a mask across their face, hiding their identity. You noticed they each sported a different color wristband as well. A man approached you. His choice of clothes, although were black, was different from everyone else’s. In fact, only six men wore that uniform.

    “Good evening and welcome to Desire. May I ask which show would you be interested in?” He spoke.

    “Well, I was looking for my friends. I thought had came in here but I guess I am mistaken.” You told him as you continued to look around. He could sense your curiosity and offered you light smile.

    “If you are interested, I could give you a tour.”

    He offered his hand to you. You were hesitant but decided to take it. You thought about your friends. Wondering if they were looking for you or if they went to the club or home. He led you through the crowd, handing you a glass of champagne along the way.

    “What kind of place is this? It doesn’t seem like a club.” You asked.

    “That’s because this is a lounge, for entertainment purposes only. This is the main floor. Some nights the stage is available for musical performances while the guests mingle but that’s not tonight. We offer drinks, food, and music. People pay to relax, make small talk, and to watch.”

    “To watch? Watch what?” Confusion etched across your faced.

    You two stopped in front a black door, shield away by a black, velvety curtain located in the back. He held the door open for you and you walked through. In this area of the lounge, the walls were red, the furniture was black, and the light shining from above was bright for you to see everything.

    “Our peep shows range from whatever you desire. If you have a kink for control, then I would suggest the bdsm shows or if you’re into dress up, there’s the role play shows. Orgies, gay sex, spankings, cross dressing… you name it, we have it for your viewing.” Your head was swimming in thoughts. Out of all the places, you end up in the fetish club. It was all so overwhelming.

    “So have you decided on a show?” He asked, tearing you from your thoughts. You nervously rubbed your hands together.

    “Actually, this is too much for me,” you admitted, turning to face him. “I don’t even know what my kinks are. I just simply enjoyed sex.”

    “Ah! I know the perfect room for you and the show is just about to start.”

    The host walked over to you and placed a white wristband around your wrist. Once again he led you to a door. Inside only held a single black chair.

    “Which one is this?” You were almost scared to ask.

    “This is Jimin. He is the crowd’s favorite.”

    “Wait!” You stopped momentarily. “Will I be the only one watching?”

    “Of course. For privacy reasons, we only offer one person per room.”

    He ushered you inside and entered behind you, shutting the door. You took a seat and stared ahead. The black curtain parted, opening the sensual scene to your eyes. The couple was guarded by a two-way glass screen. A dirty blonde haired man, dressed only in his boxer briefs, was kissing down a woman’s neck. She had long silky dark brown hair surrounding a beautiful face. She could have definitely considered being a model if she wasn’t an exhibitionist.

    Both of them were kneeling with their bodies faced towards you. His face was concealed from your view as he kissed down her back. The bra the woman was wearing loosened and she pulled it off exposing her small breasts to your gaze. Their bodies fell forward with their backside in the air. He backed away from her to stand properly. His body was well defined and chiseled but not too muscular. His hand flipped his hair out of his face, locking eyes with you. When he did that, your heart nearly stopped beating. He was breathtakingly gorgeous. You gasped, sitting up straight in the chair.

    “I see you like, Jimin.” The host whispered into your ear. You weren’t even aware, he was even there.

    “Yes, he is very handsome.” You mumble, unable to take your eyes off of him.

    “Maybe your kink is to watch or being watched. Come here often and you will learn why he is the crowd’s favorite. Have a good evening.”

    The host exited the room, leaving you to watch the rest of the show. Jimin had turned his gaze away from you and back to his partner. She rolled over on her back, sliding her hands down her body resting on her private area. Her hand moved to the inside of her panties as she lifted her hips off of the bed. You couldn’t hear their voices or sounds but by the look on her face, you could tell she was enjoying the pleasure she gave herself. Jimin watched her with hunger in his eyes. You saw his lips move and immediately she was bent over in front of him. His underwear slid down his thighs, resting at his knees. His hands gripped her hair as his hips thrust forward. You watched him fuck her mouth as yours watered to get a taste. He reached over and slapped her panty covered ass. Your hand twitched as if he just slammed yours. Jimin suddenly pushed the girl on her back, yanking her panties off her legs. You were able to see his thick cock, standing proudly against his abs. It was then you felt a strong urge between your own legs. Closing your thighs tightly, you could feel how wet your panties were. Jimin rid himself of his last bit of clothing and closed the gap between him and his lover. He found your eyes once again as he spread her legs wide and he entered her. You softly moaned out at the same time the girl threw her head back. You watched him fucked her mercilessly wishing it was you. Soon you could see a thin layer of sweat that coated his back. You groaned to yourself. You would give anything to hear their lovemaking.

    They suddenly rolled over and the woman was on top. She had braced both hands on his chest was rode him with such forced. Her hair was wild and untamed and both of their eyes were shut as they became lost in the feeling. His hands held on to her hips helping her grind on his cock. You could tell they were close by speed of their movements. The girl frozen her body, her scrunched up and her mouth hung open in a perfect ‘o’. Jimin pushed her off of him and stood. Quickly stroking himself until he came all over her face. The last thing you saw was their heavy breathing before the curtain close.

    You sat there amazed at what you had just witnessed. You were on the edge of the chair and your fingers left indents in the leather. Your breathing was just as labored, you may as well have been fucking.

    “Shit…” you stated, astonished.

    ~~~

    You lied in bed, tossing and turning at the unrelieved pressure between your legs. Over and over the show played in your head since you made it home. Your friends eventually called and told you they were headed home for the night. You neglected to tell them about your mystery club and instead, wished them a good night. You thought back to how Jimin hammered into that woman. The way his muscles in his ass flexed and the satisfied look on her face, giving her quite a fuck.

    “Jimin…” you breathed his name.

    There was something about him that intrigued you. The look of hunger in his eyes as you stared at each other. It almost felt as though he was fucking you. You certainly felt the connection and knew why everyone favored his shows. He had a presence that invited you in. Even in that type of setting, you felt welcomed. You wondered how many women left that place panties wet, horny as hell, wishing Jimin would fuck them. Knowing them, they probably just found a random guy in the lounge and brought him home for an easy one night stand. But you… you wanted Jimin.

    So it was no surprise that you went back the next night. You stared at the neon sign before walking inside. Immediately, you spotted who you were looking for and smiled.

    “Good evening and welcome back to Desire. May I ask which shows are you interested in seeing tonight.” The host asked.

    “I would like to see The Crowd’s Favorite. Is he available?” You replied with a smile, handing him your first payment. He smiled back and gave you a slight nod. This time he placed a red colored wristband on your arm. He led you pass the black door to the rooms where the shows were being presented. He handed you a black laced mask before leaving you by yourself.

    “Enjoy the show.”

    You found his specific room and entered, taking a seat in the chair. You stared at the mask in your hands, debating on whether to wear it or not. You decided not to since people had already seen your face. Taking a deep breath, you waited for the curtain to open and a minute later it did.

    The same woman was laid out on the bed, her fingers buried deep within her cunt. She was the only one who was visible and you wondered where Jimin was. Her eyes were shut and her lips were parted. You thought about how it would feel to put your body on display for a man or woman to see. To let them see you spread wide, performing lewd acts by yourself or with a partner. It sounds interesting but you didn’t have the guts. Maybe that’s why Chris decided to leave. You didn’t provide enough excitement in the bedroom and your sex life became dull.

    As soon as you shook the depressing thought from your mind, Jimin appeared and climbed onto the bed. He snatched the woman’s hand away from her pussy and held them both above her head. She mouthed something to him as she started fidgeting. He brought his fingers up to his mouth, wetting them before they were pressed against her clit. Slowly, his fingers rubbed circles around the nub. You watched her back arch, lifting her chest in the air. Your breathing increased as well. Jimin slipped one finger after another into her twat until three of his fingers rested inside her. He worked them slowly against her walls, ultimately speeding up his pace. You couldn’t help the sudden rush you were feeling. Your fingers found what they was looking for in the inside of your panties. You were already soaked and wasted no time plunging your fingers into your pussy, trying to match his speed. Your eyes shut momentarily as you moaned out in pleasure. When they opened, you found Jimin watching you instead of his lover. His eyes drifted down from your face to your hand inside your panties. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment but you were too far gone to stop now. You opened your legs wider and used your other hand to massage your clit. Your juices flowed down your ass and onto the leather fabric. Your eyes closed again, imagining it was his fingers. You picture his naked body leaning over you, watching as you were about to cum. You looked past your heavy lids and saw Jimin lick and bite his bottom lip, his eyes still locked on your crotched.

    “Oh fuck! Fuck! FUCK!” You chanted, feeling your stomach tighten.

    Your head fell back and you screamed out as your orgasm washed over you. You swallowed hard, coming to the reality of what you had done. Your legs twitched from the aftermath and your panties were now ruined. When you lifted your head to face Jimin, he had a smirk on his face and a very hard dick in his boxers. You nervously shifted in your seat before getting up and running out of the room. You left the lounge, walking in no particular direction. After awhile, you stopped to calm down.

    “What the hell, y/n! How do I go back after what I just did?!” You yelled to yourself.

    “Simple, you just come back and take a seat because I’d love to see what else you have up your sleeve.” A deep voice joined the conversation. You turned around only to come face to face with Jimin. You immediately turned away from him and covered your face.

    “I’m so sorry. I was caught up in the moment. I don’t know what came over me?”

    Jimin smiled and crossed his arms. “Why are you apologizing? I enjoyed it very much.”

    “Really?” You faced him. It was then you noticed his clothes hung loosely on his person, as if he rushed to get dressed.

    “Absolutely! It seemed more real and genuine, better than the other shows I’ve seen.”

    “That’s because it was. I was horny and I had imagined that it was you that was touching me. Like I said be– WAIT A MINUTE! Does that mean these shows aren’t real?!”

    Jimin threw his head back and laughed out loud. “Of course it’s real. We are performers. It’s our job to keep the audience entertained any way possible. But doing the same thing over and over can seem artificial or rehearsed. But I can assure you, it’s real.”

    “Oh.” You mumbled, running out of words to say.

    “You know, you are quite experienced for a voyeur. Have you considered being an exhibitionist?”

    Your eyes widen and you vigorously shook your head. “NO! There’s no way I could do that.”

    “Why not? Are you afraid you might like it?” He smirked. You blankly stared at him, unable to answer. There was a possibility that he could be right. Since you came to that place, it gave boost of confidence and a high dosage of sexual excitement that was dying to escape your body. “Do me a favor. Come to the lounge tomorrow night, same time. Wear something comfortable but have on black undergarments. I will meet you in the back.” And with that, Jimin winked at you and walked away.

    ~~~

    The next night, you had dressed exactly how Jimin said. Wearing black cheeky panties under blue jeans and a thin black dress that you pulled up into a makeshift shirt. All hidden under your black jacket. More than the regular share of people were there when you entered the lounge. Tonight, the stage was open and everyone’s attention was on an older woman who softly sung into the microphone. You looked around but couldn’t find your usual host.

    “Welcome to Desire. Are you looking for someone in particular or are you interested in a show?” A deep voice asked you.

    You faced the man who was dressed as a host but the only difference was that he wore a mask. From your time being there, not once have you seen them wear one.

    “Yes, I was looking for you actually.” You stated confidently. Jimin removed his mask and held out his hand which you easily took.

    “I had to make sure you didn’t change your mind.”

    “If I did, I wouldn’t have come tonight.”

    He led you to an unknown area of the club, one you were unfamiliar with. Opening a door, you were present to tiny room with a single bed inside. When you saw the closed curtain, your stomach dropped and you could feel each nerve tighten under your skin. You didn’t know if you were ready to perform such a task.

    “Take off your coat and pants” Jimin spoke. He had already shed his clothes and stood in nothing but boxer briefs. Your eyes traced over every inch of him and his body looked even better close up. With trembling hands, you removed your clothes and handed it him. He sat them off to side and pulled you over to the bed. He stood in front of you, taking in your figure. You took deep slow breaths to calm yourself. Jimin picked up on your mood.

    “You know you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I won’t be upset that my beautiful date for the night decided to leave me.” He joked. You smiled, feeling a bit bashful.

    “Well I already came this far and I wondered what it was like to be watched.”

    “But I already watched you.”

    You thought for a moment before answering. “Yes, but it I wanted to experience being watched while someone does explicit things to my body. Knowing that you were watching me, only lit the flame and what I want is a forest fire.”

    Jimin walked closer, his lips barely touching yours. “Was I the one doing explicit things to your body?”

    “Every time.” You breathed out.

    “Relax, close your eyes, and tell me about it.”

    You close your eyes and felt his presence move away from you. You cheered yourself on in your head, trying to recant your fantasies. “First, you would approach me quietly, leaving wet kisses on my neck. Your hands would roam over my breasts, lightly massaging them.”

    As you spoke, you felt Jimin’s hard figure behind you. His hands gently traced up your sides, moving from under your arms to cup your breasts. He fondled the mounds of soft tissue, rubbing his thumbs along your now hard nipples. His head leaned against yours and you felt his warm breath in your ear.

    “What kind of shy girl leaves home without a bra? I guess you’re not as innocent as you think.” You moaned out feeling your wetness coat your underwear. “Come on, don’t slow down now, baby. Tell me what else I do to you.”

    “One of your hands goes inside my panties and you tease me before finger fucking me.”

    He lifted your right leg in the air, hooking his arm under it. His hand eased their way inside your panties, rubbing his fingers along your wet lips. Your head fell back on his shoulder and your hand massaged his scalp. His other hand slipped under your dress and pinched your nipple. Spreading out his fingers, Jimin was able to play with clit and tease your entrance. You were so wet, you were dripping down your thighs.

    “Open your eyes.” He whispered in your ear.

    You opened your eyes and lifted your head back into its position on your shoulders. The curtains were wide open and a woman sat in the chair in front of you. She was wearing her mask so you couldn’t see her face but the look in her eyes told you everything. She was just as interested as you had been when you first showed up. Jimin lowered your leg and moved his hands away. He turned your body to face his as he gripped your panties and yanked them down your legs. He pulled the neckline of your dress down, stretching it as he bent his head to capture your areola in his mouth. As he sucked, you felt his tongue flicking at your nipple. His tongue traced up your body until his mouth found yours. The kiss was a very heated one. Your tongue explored every inch of his mouth and vice versa.

    “Let’s give our guest the proper performance, shall we?” He stated. You smiled and nodded. Jimin help pulled your dress off. “Lay on the bed on your back with your head hanging over.”

    You followed his command, staring at his upside down figure. Jimin pulled down his boxers, showing off his semi hard cock. When he leaned over to touch your pussy, you came face to face with his genitals. You felt both of his arms wrap around your waist before you were being lift in the air. Almost immediately, his tongue invaded your other lips. Steadying one hand on his thigh and the other around his shaft, you sucked down the mushroom tip. Like a cock hungry slut, you eagerly shoved his cock in your mouth. Taking in as much as you can. Jimin groaned as he lapped at your clit. He licked to your opening, shoving his tongue in as deep as it could go. You were the wettest you had ever been and he was drinking down every drop. You could feel yourself tightening around his little pink muscle.

    “Hold it in. We are not done yet.”

    Jimin lowered you to the floor and maneuvered you over to the glass screen so that your body was pressed up against it. In one stroke he entered you, squishing your breasts to the glass. The woman almost fell out of her chair at the view she was getting. Jimin pounded into your pussy, spreading your ass cheeks to sink in deeper. You were a moaning mess, the element of pleasure plastered across your face. You pushed your backside against him wanting to feel more.

    “Lift your leg up so she can see what I’m doing to you. I want this image burned into her mind.” Jimin growled, sinking his teeth into your shoulder blade.

    You did what he said only to feel his hand come around your waist. He pinched your swollen clit between his thumb and middle finger, using his index to flick the bundle of nerves. His hips picked up speed occasionally grinding himself into you. Your sweaty hands slid down the screen, as you were on the verge of cumming. If only you could witness what the woman was seeing. This was your third come coming to the club, it all boiled down to this moment. Falling apart in front a stranger’s eyes all because of Jimin’s actions. Your breathing increased and you could no longer hold back your excitement.

    “Oh God!” You screamed out, releasing so hard Jimin’s cock was forced out of your cunt.

    You gasped for air, still feeling your high as your juices puddling under you. Jimin watched you in amazement. He had his usual pleased smirk on his face. But the show wasn’t over just yet. Falling to your knees, you grasped his cock in your hands stroking him to release. You opened your mouth and held out your tongue, waiting on his salty white liquid to land on it. It wasn’t long before his legs buckled and rope after rope of sperm spurted all over your face. There was so much, it almost covered your face entirely.

    By now the curtain had closed and Jimin was cleaning you up with a fresh towel. As soon as he finished, he pulled you down onto the bed so you two could rest. Your mind raced with thoughts of what you had just done. A big smile spread across your face. You didn’t think you could do it but you did and was proud of yourself. You suddenly felt like a different person.

    “You know, you never told me your name.” He chuckled, interrupting your thoughts. You slapped your palm against your forehead. How could you be so forgetful?

    “Oh my God, you’re right! I don’t know when I became such a daring person. My name is y/n.”

    “Well y/n, it is nice to meet you. But I think you’ve always been that way and you’re just now finding out what interests you. You are a natural born exhibitionist and I would like to help you explore more of that side. Plus more.”

    You were silently hoping that this experience with Jimin wouldn’t just be a one-time thing but you also weren’t ready to show your body off every night like he did.

    “Let me think it over, okay?”

    ~~~

    One Month Later

    You didn’t know how in the world you found yourself sitting across from Chris at a restaurant but you were. He had suddenly called you up out of the blue asking if you were available to talk. And you agreed because he denied you the talk you wanted when he walked out. He stared at you, taking in your appearance. He smiled as he talked.

    “I’m glad you decided to join me today. It’s good to see you, y/n. I don’t know what it is but you have this glow about you. You look nice.”

    “Thank you. What did you want to talk about?”

    He cleared his throat and moved nervously in his seat. “Well, I want to apologize for what happened the last time we talked. I was a jerk for how I treated you and I’m sorry.”

    “Mmm…” You raised an eyebrow, sipping on your drink. Your phone dinged and you picked it up to check the message. Chris rubbed his hands together and leaned forward.

    “And I was wondering if you could give us another shot? I miss you and I realize you are the woman for me.” He smiled. You felt your heart beating rapidly in your chest at his words. You didn’t think you ever heard him say it. You put your phone down and stared into his eyes.

    “Is that how you really feel, Chris?”

    “It is,” he took your hand in his. “I really want this. I love you y/n.”

    You smiled. “That’s good to hear… but I think that’s the problem. I’m too much of a woman for you,” you stated as you pulled your hand away, gathering your things to leave. “I don’t want to be with a guy who is quick to toss me aside because he thinks I’m no longer valuable. Not once did you talk to me and express how unhappy you were. Instead you decided to leave me looking for something better and judging by how you are back in my face asking for a second chance, I assumed you didn’t find it. I’m sorry, Chris but I’m not someone you drop and pick up every time you feel you want a girlfriend.”

    You stood to leave but decided to offer a few choice words to your ex boyfriend. “So to put it frankly, you don’t deserve another second of my time. Fuck no and fuck you! Have a nice life.”

    You blew him a kiss and walked away. You smiled brightly as you walked up to Jimin, who was waiting by his car. He looked damn good in all black with his blonde hair blowing in the wind. When he spotted you, he returned your smile and opened his arms when you embraced him. You two shared a brief kiss and Chris, who was watching the entire time, turned his head away in anger. Jimin helped you into the passenger side before he hopped in the driver’s seat. He pulled off, driving to nowhere in particular. You took his hand in yours and the two of sat back and enjoyed the ride.

    Your best friend was right. You were young and didn’t need a boyfriend. Not when you had your favorite performer ready to dick you down and turn you out when you needed it. Yes, life was marvelous!

    Prove Me Wrong // Cha Eunwoo

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    the prompt: could you write a fluff + angst scenario of Eunwoo from Astro? Eunwoo could be fall in love with an international fan.

    words: 1946

    category: angst + fluff, soulmate!au

    author note: I’ve turned this into another soulmate au bc i liked the idea. please enjoy!

    - destinee

    Originally posted by mkcyj

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    I struggled about whether or not to post this, but as a bisexual woman in her 30s with very strong feelings on bullying, I feel I have to.

    Yesterday I watched many people from the Mass Effect fandom gang up on someone who made some poorly worded comments about straight love interests that were unintentionally hurtful to bisexuals. From what I can gather, while some users did take the time send politely worded anons or to have proper conversations with this user, it wasn’t many.

    The hate I witnessed on that main post was one of the most upsetting things I’ve seen in a while. I watched as vague call out posts appeared and people sent hateful anons to this person. I watched as people reblogged the post to post hate at this person or reply with hateful comments and personal attacks. I watched as the situation would calm down only for yet another person to reblog the post and throw more fuel on the fire. I watched as people stopped reading her posts and just read other people’s replies, reading further and further into her comments. Assuming things she had not said, and things she had not meant to imply. 

    People are now claiming she said things she did not say; that is unacceptable.

    Even as someone who taken aback by what was said, I couldn’t understand why logical adults - people who were just as calm and reasonable as me on any other day of the week - were resorting to mob tactics and posting hate. The personal attacks and nasty insults were awful and constant, sometimes in tags and sometimes in reblogs or comments.

    Guys, no matter how angry or hurt you are by something someone has said, it’s never okay to resort to bullying and hate. What I saw yesterday terrified me so much that I didn’t feel safe to say anything on that post. Hate, anger and public humiliation will never change someone’s mind. That is what drives people to self harm and even to suicide. You don’t want that. We are better than that. 

    I didn’t agree with what this person said, but I listened to what she said and understood it did not represent her own views. I also talked to this person via messager so it was private.

    I’m not telling anyone not to be upset or angry, only that sometimes it’s good to walk away for a moment, take some deep breaths, and try to remember that behind every screen is a person. A life. Someone who doesn’t deserve to have a gang of people throwing abuse at them. It’s okay to be hurt and to express that hurt, but personal attacks and comments are never okay.

    Everyone is ultimately responsible for their own speech and actions, and hate on this scale is never a good response when someone upsets you - unintentionally or intentionally. That’s all. That’s it. I love you guys very much and I would hate for anyone to be a victim of hate.

    Dear Robert Sugden,

    I have loved you for a very long time.

    I loved you when you were a teenager with a different head.

    I loved you even when you started messing around with your brother’s girlfriend.

    I loved you, because somehow despite all of your flaws, I could somehow understand you.

    I loved you, even when you kept making silly mistakes.

    I loved you even more when your dad never stopped to wonder why you were the way you were and did the things you did.

    I loved you even when you had to say goodbye, for nine long years. I often wondered where you were or how you were doing. Because I loved you.

    I loved you a little less when you came back, now a proper adult, engaged, rich, with a new head. 

    I loved you even with your trash mouth and your scheming ways. I loved you because I understood you and I always believed there was more to you than what people could see on the surface.

    I loved watching you fall in love, properly fall in love. This was when I started to love you like the old days.

    I loved you even when you acted like a total dick and made incredibly stupid and sometimes deadly decisions.

    I loved you, even when you tied the person you’d fallen in love with to a radiator and pointed a gun at him.

    I loved you even more watching you fall apart.

    Somehow I still managed to love you even when you spewed bile at everyone around you. Somehow my hurt and disappointment didn’t dent my love significantly. I still loved you.

    I loved you when you laid unconscious in hospital for weeks on end.

    By god I loved you when you started to grow. I loved watching the way you loved Aaron.

    I loved you even more when I saw the real you; the true you, the you that had been stifled and locked away for most of your life.

    I loved you, even though you’d changed, because you were still you, you still lied and cheated and did whatever it took for the person you loved. 

    I loved you, even more still, seeing you put somebody else before yourself.

    I loved you when you finally found a sense of family.

    I loved you, even when you would still make dodgy decisions, because this time these bad decisions were for the right reasons - however ill-judged they may have been.

    I loved watching you realise you needed to be with the love of your life, for the rest of you life.

    I loved you even more when you brought that ring and planned the perfect proposal.

    I loved you on a whole other level when you sat on the ground in the woods, on dirt and leaves and twigs, and poured your heart out, truly, for the very first time.

    I loved you on a whole other level when you shared a secret you’d been carrying since you were 15.

    I loved you even more, if humanly possible, seeing you risk your life for your soulmate, when you were prepared to die with him instead of leaving him on his own and living a life without him.

    I loved you even more when you beamed at your new fiance in hospital.

    I loved you, even when you spoke about how you should’ve shagged your ex-wife’s dad, as well as her sister. Because that trash mouth is still very much you, and I love you.

    I loved you when you won that silly pub-quiz with your fiance and how proud you looked.

    I loved you even more (!!) when you and the love of your life wore cheesy Christmas jumpers.

    I loved you when you went all out to prepare the perfect birthday surprise for your fiance. I loved your excited face.

    I loved you even when you said things you shouldn’t, and did things you shouldn’t, because nobody is perfect. Especially not you. But I loved you all the same.

    I loved you when you called yourself a drama queen.

    I loved you so so so much more, when you prepared a surprise wedding, and pledged your undying love and support to your darling Aaron.

    I loved you even even even more, seeing you hold your new husband and kiss him in front of your family and friends.

    I loved you even even even even more when you had to say goodbye.

    I loved you, next level loved you, when you couldn’t even sleep in your bed without your love.

    I loved you a little less when you made a big mistake, your biggest in a long time. 

    But I still love you. A lot.

    I loved you more again, when you were reunited with your love.

    I love you, even though you’re not being totally honest right now. I love you because I still understand you. I love you because even though you might not be doing the right thing, I know you’re just scared.

    Because you’ve always been scared. I think you have spent most of your 31 years being scared.

    Scared of other people. Scared of their views. Scared of their feelings.

    Most of the time, I think you’ve mainly been scared of yourself.

    Scared of who you are. Scared of what you feel. Scared of what you’re capable of.

    But I know you. And I understand you. And that is why I love you.

    I don’t think there’s much you could do that would make you stop loving you. 

    Because I have always loved you. And whether you go away again for 9 years, or more, or less, or whether I have to go away…..I will still love you. Because I always have. And I always will.

    You’re an idiot, a trashmouth, a romantic, a hero, a sweetheart, a stupid stupid man, you’re dangerous, you’re soft, you’re……silly. You’re a dork. You’re scary. Sometimes you’re a total prat who wears questionable shirts (that I love). You’re hard to love. You’re easy to love. You’re confusing. You’re a mess. You’re precious.

    But you’re Robert Sugden. Robert fucking Sugden. And I love you. I still love you. 

    And I hope you manage to have a wonderful birthday, sunning yourself with your husband in Mauritius.

    Happy Birthday, Robert. 

    Dance, Dance - Zach Dempsey

    Originally posted by itsme-hannahbaker

    a/n: You have to sing the title as the fall out boy song

    request: can i get an imagine about reader is dancer, and zach is super proud of his girl. zach keeps telling her to become a cheerleader, but reader doesn’t accept it. but when it comes to zach’s big game, which he’s being so excited about, reader is making a suprise! Xx

    word count: 1066

    It was a Tuesday evening. Your parents went on a date so you had to ask Zach, your boyfriend, to bring you to dance practice. He only wanted to bring you on one condition. If he could see you dance. You have been dancing since you were 8, you were making your way to the ultimate top but when you were 15 you broke your ankle. It was one pirouette too much. It was a painful and very long recovery but you were slowly getting back to your old level. Even tho it would be the first time your boyfriend saw you dance you agreed with his condition. It was a two hour training so you thought he would get bored anyway and stop watching. But at the one hour break his eyes were still locked at you. Practice was over, you took a quick shower and started to walk towards Zach’s car. He was already inside, waiting for you so you got in.

    “Babe, why did you never tell me you were this good?” Zach says overexcited.

    “Because I’m not that good, you should have seen me before I broke my ankle. Those were the days I was good, now I’m just growing.”

    “Not good? I don’t know what you saw in those mirrors but you were incredible. The way you can move your hips, and it’s so clean and synchronized.”

    “Zach you’re exaggerating.” You say while rolling your eyes.

    “I have an idea!” Zach suddenly shouts while driving back to your house.

    “Why don’t you join the cheersquad? You would be captain without a doubt and we could go to the games together and  you can cheer for me and I can watch you dance!”

    “Zach, I’m not ready for everyone to see me dance. I’ve been at such a higher level, if I want people to watch me I have to be at my best.”

    You saw the disappointment in Zach’s eyes. He pouted his lip at you.

    “Are you suuuure?” You didn’t expect him to be so excited about you dancing.

    “Zach I’m sure but it’s really sweet of you that you like it so much. Can I cheer you up with a night of cuddling?” Zach’s face lit up.

    “How can I say no to that!”

     —————————————

    It had been a week since Zach talked to you about the cheerleader thing. It had been crossing your mind a lot. You always felt attracted by the idea of being a cheerleader but you thought you didn’t had the skills to dance good and try to distract the other team at the same time. Maybe you should join the team, by that you could make some new friends and maybe you could grow even more at dancing. You talked to Sheri, did a list minute try out and joined the team. The whole team was wild about your dance skills they even insisted on you joining the team. Maybe Zach was right, maybe you had some skills.

    You had your first training with the girls. You hadn’t told Zach yet about you joining the team. You knew he would be excited and happy for you but you didn’t want to take his mind of the big game.

    You were telling the girls about how bad Zach wanted you to be a cheerleader when suddenly Jess asks:

    “Have you told him yet?”

    “Well no, I didn’t want to take his mind of the big game.”

    “Awesome! We should make a surprise for him. We’ll make a hot new dance routine with you in the front.” Jess says full of excitement.

    “What? Are you sure?”

    “More than sure, let’s do this!” she says while the rest of the girls are nodding affirmatively.

    After a couple hours of exhausting training and dancing your, very sexy, butt of the routine was finished. You were rehearsing one last time when suddenly a couple of basketball players started to walk in. Shit! You thought by yourself. Zach couldn’t see you here, otherwise everything was ruined. You picked up your bags and ran out the opposite door where the basketball players were coming from.

    You immediately got in your car and went home. When you were home you saw a text from Jess.

    “Just in time! You’re going to kill the routine tomorrow!”

     ——————————————

    It was 2 minutes before halftime. This was going to be your moment, you practiced so hard and you wanted to make Zach proud. Suddenly the buzzer went of  you came from behind the bleachers and stood behind your team. These girls were great, they supported you so much and they weren’t a bunch of jealous bitches as some people said. You were really happy you joined them.

    The music started to play, the song you danced on was Hands to myself by Selene Gomez, which you thought was a really good choice.

    You all stood on your places and started the routine. It had a lot of sass and bootyshaking so it definitely was a sexy dance. When you looked over to the basketball team you saw Justin smacking Zach shoulder. You saw him say: “Dude, is that y/n?” Suddenly Zach turns around and his eyes met yours right on the moment when you lip sync the part ‘can’t keep my hands to myself’. This made a wide grin appear on Zach’s face during the rest of the routine you felt Zach’s eyes burn while you were dancing as hard as you could. You felt kind of sexy doing it.

    The routine was done and everybody started clapping. When you were walking off the court Zach took your wrist and turned you around when he whispered in your ear:

    “Damn I think I want a piece of that after the game, baby girl.”

    “Only if you finish the game good.” You whisper back giving him a flirtatious wink.

    Your boy played like his life depended on it. He couldn’t stop smiling during the second half. He obviously liked it that he could call you his cheerleader now and you didn’t mind at all.

    Let me know what you think! Thanks for reading! xxx

    UNDERTALE starters
    • “…But nobody came.”
    • “I… I’ve changed my mind about all this. This isn’t a good idea anymore.”
    • “YOU! You’re standing in the way of everybody’s hopes and dreams!”
    • “I don’t want to break their hearts all over again. It’s better if they never see me.”    
    • “Despite everything, it’s still you.”
    • “Ah, the cactus. Truly the most tsundere of plants.”
    • “Go ahead. Prepare however you want. But when you step forward… I will KILL you.”
    • “It’s me, [name].”
    • “Wow! We haven’t even had our first date and I’m in the friendzone!”
    • “It pains me to say this, but… you should probably never come back here.”
    • “Maybe looking at this nice lamp will help you.”
    • “There is nothing left for us here. Let us erase this pointless world, and move on to the next.”
    • “They thought that he had killed the child.”
    • “Quit looking at me with that stupid expression. You’re pissing me off.”
    • “We’re all counting on you, kid. Good luck.”
    • “Nice day today, huh? Birds are singing, flowers are blooming… Perfect weather for a game of catch.”
    • “You can certainly find better than an old man/woman like me.” 
    • “I do not know if this is pathetic or endearing.”
    • “Oh. My god. I didn’t expect you to show up so soon! I haven’t showered, I’m barely dressed, it’s all messy, and…”
    • “You’re way better at dating than I am.”
    • “Get dunked on!”
    • “This is the power that the humans feared.”
    • “They must be here, playing a joke on me. I’ll just wait until one of them admits it…”
    • “…You really like hot animals, don’t you?”
    • “It was nice to meet you. …Goodbye.”
    • “On days like this, kids like you should be burning in Hell.”
    • “Remember. DON’T kill anyone. …I can’t believe this is a REAL thing I have to remind you.”
    • “…Why are you still here? Are you trying to keep me company?”
    • “You should be smiling, too. Aren’t you excited? Aren’t you happy?” 
    • “Don’t worry, my little monarch, my plan isn’t regicide. This is SO much more interesting.”
    • “What makes you think you’re in control?”
    • “Never come back here. You are not welcome.”
    • “Why does someone as great as me have to do so much to get recognition?!”
    • “You made your choice long ago.”
    • “Don’t you realize that being nice just makes you get hurt?”
    • “So you finally made it. The end of your journey is at hand.”
    • “I didn’t cry! I just… caught something in my eye!”
    • “You know what would be more valuable to everyone? IF YOU WERE DEAD!”
    • “Look. [Name] didn’t come to the meeting today. Say what you want about him/her/them. H/She’s/They’re weird, naive, self-absorbed. But [name] has NEVER missed a meeting. And no matter what time you call him/her/them on the phone… Night, day, afternoon, morning… He/she/they ALWAYS answers within the first two rings.”
    • “Anything you want to do is important enough. Even something as small as reading a book, or taking a walk… Please take your time.“
    • “[Name] hated humanity. Why they did, they never talked about it. But they felt very strongly about that.”
    • “WELL? Are you CHERISHING?! CHERISH HARDER!”
    • "If you… If you think I’m gonna give up hope, you’re wrong. ‘Cause I’ve got my friends behind me.”
    • “Perhaps we can reach a compromise. You still have something that I want.”
    • “Always wondered why people never use their strongest attack first.”
    • “No matter the struggles or hardships you faced… you strived to do the right thing. You refused to hurt anyone.”
    • “This is why I never make promises.”
    • “ …Why? Why are you being… so nice to me? I can’t understand. I can’t understand! I just can’t understand… “
    • “Honestly, fighting you IS pretty fun… So even if you ARE a sicko, I’ll take it!”
    • “Maybe you’d be better… at not killing anyone? Crazy idea, huh? Let me know how that one goes.” 
    • “Did I ever tell you about the time [name] flirted with me?”
    • “STOP PETTING THE ENEMY!”
    • “Now, I understand acting in self-defense. You were thrown into those situations against your will.”
    • “You’d better watch yourself, kid. Things are lookin’ real bad for you.”
    • “Are you ready? If you are not, I understand. I’m not ready either…”
    • “Oh my God! Will you two just smooch already?”
    • “Don’t you get it? There’s no such thing as happy endings. This is all that’s left…!”
    • “The internet! I’m quite popular there!”
    • “Do you think even the worst person can change…? That everyone can be a good person if they just try?”
    • “Don’t worry about it. Most of us have tried to kill [name] at one time or another.”
    • “Wowie! You did it! You didn’t do a violence!”
    • “Not everything can be resolved by being nice.”
    • “Don’t kill, and don’t be killed, alright? That’s the best you can strive for.” 
    • “Oh no! You’re meeting all of my standards!”
    • “Anime is real, RIGHT?!”
    • “Maybe you’re wondering if I ever get tired of winning… Wanna see my answer?”
    • “Sorry, I do not have much to say. It was nice to hear your voice, though.”
    • “This is all just a bad dream… and you’re NEVER waking up!”
    • “Down here, it’s kill or be killed!”
    • “I can’t come back. I just can’t, OK?”
    • “I so badly want to say, ‘would you like a cup of tea?’ But… You know how it is.”
    • “Would you smooch a ghost?”
    • “The truth is… [Name] wasn’t really the greatest person.” 
    • “Well, if I were you, I would have thrown in the towel by now. But you didn’t get this far by giving up, did you?” 
    • “You’re not really human, are you? No. You’re empty inside. Just like me.”
    • “Are you bored? I should have given a book to you. My apologies. Why not use your imagination to divert yourself?”
    • “I’ll hold victory in front of you, just within your reach… and then tear it away just before you grasp it.”
    • “Come on! Step forward and let’s end this!”
    • “Don’t you get it? This is all just a GAME.”
    • “Are those two robots…?”
    • “If you have some sort of special power… isn’t it your responsibility to do the right thing?”
    • “Stop plaguing my life with incidental music!”
    • “Self-defense? Please. You didn’t kill them because you had to. You killed them because it was easy for you. Because it was fun for you. Do you think it was fun when I found out…? Do you think it’s fun when people’s family members never come home? Is that fun? No. “
    • “I wish I had eight legs… so I could wear FOUR pairs of hot pants!”
    • “The more you kill, the easier it becomes to distance yourself. The more you distance yourself, the less you will hurt. The more easily you can bring yourself to hurt others.”
    • “RUN. INTO. THE BULLETS.”
    • “I can’t go to Hell. I’m all out of vacation days.”
    • “They just sort of showed up one day and…asserted themselves. The town’s gotten a lot more interesting since then.”
    • “Our king is really bad at names.”
    • “If it weren’t for you, I would’ve never gotten past him. But now, with your help, he’s DEAD.”
    • “Then why’d you kill my brother/sister?”
    • “I’ve done everything this world has to offer. I’ve read every book. I’ve burned every book. I’ve won every game. I’ve lost every game. I’ve appeased everyone. I’ve killed everyone.”
    • “What did you do to him? …What did you DO to him?!”
    • “…I don’t have the heart to tell her what you did. Do you know how she’d react?”
    • “You didn’t even need my help, which is great, ‘cause I love doing absolutely nothing.”
    • “I’m smiling and I hate it!”
    • “Do you wanna have a bad time? 'Cause if you take another step forward… you are REALLY not going to like what happens next.”
    • “If we’re really friends… you won’t come back.”
    • “Did you really think I was gonna be satisfied… killing you only ONE time?”
    • “I remember when I first woke up here, in the garden. I was so scared. I couldn’t feel my arms or my legs…”
    • “Even after all this time, you’re still the only one that understands me.”
    • “Why do I always get the freaks?”
    • “It’s possible that you may have a problem.”
    • “What a terrible creature, torturing such a poor, innocent youth…”
    • “I’m nineteen years old and I’ve already wasted my entire life.”
    • “If you’re so scared, why do you keep winking?”
    • “Don’t you have anything better to do?”
    Earn Your Trust

    Originally posted by bacardistyles


    request: Maybe you could write something about enemies to lovers? or y/n and H used to be together but y/n had done something really bad and he makes it hard for her to earn his trust/love back?

    thanks for requesting this and sorry it took me so long to write it, i hope you like it (:



    “So the media dug up yours and Harry’s past and are having a field day with it?” My stylist, Jeana, said as she finished curling my hair.

    I sighed. “Apparently so, but I don’t get why what happened when we were kids is even relevant now.”

    “You aren’t stressing over it, are you?” She asked me, looking at me in the mirror.

    I shook my head. “Not really. I haven’t even spoken to him in years. The only time I’ve seen him in person is when we’re at the same events, and he hasn’t been to any big ones since his break started.”

    “He’s back now though,” Jeana’s assistant stylist, Nicolette, spoke up. “And I’m pretty sure he’s going to be at the charity event tonight.”

    My eyes got wide. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

    She chuckled. “Nope. You’re both celebrity ambassadors for the charity, I’m surprised you didn’t know he was coming.”

    I went to rub my face out of stress and Jeana swatted my hand away. “I did not spend almost half an hour on your makeup for you to screw it up because you’re nervous about seeing your little boyfriend tonight.”

    “He’s not my boyfriend!” I raised my voice, immediately regretting it. I sighed again. “Sorry, Jean, I-I just… I don’t think he wants to be anywhere near me.”

    “What happened between you two anyways?” Nicolette questioned.

    Just then, Helen, my manager, and my security guard named Harris came in.

    “Time to go!” Helen clapped her hands together excitedly. She noticed that I wasn’t nearly as excited as she was and her smile dropped. “What’s wrong, y/n?”

    I rolled my eyes. “I’ll explain in the car.”


    The charity event was in full swing, the charity’s founder had already spoken and she announced that both Harry and I were here, so I knew that he had shown up. I hadn’t seen him yet, though. And the fact that I could run into him made me more anxious by the second, but not for a reason most people would think.

    “You look like you’re going to puke,” Helen joked. “Just calm down, you guys will probably just ignore each other or something.”

    “What if I don’t want him to ignore me?” I said, surprising her. “What if I want things to be okay between us again?”

    She examined my face, making sure I was being serious. I definitely was.

    Helen exhaled. “Y/n, if you want to talk to him, then do it. The worst that can happen is that he ignores you, or walks away. And yeah, that would really suck, but you’ll survive.”

    “Aren’t you supposed to give me good advice?” I jibed.

    She playfully shoved me, and I set off to find him. Harry would be over what happened by now, right? I mean, it happened while we were in middle school and high school, there was no way he was still holding a grudge against me. Right?

    As I was looking around for him, I accidentally bumped into someone.

    “Sorry,” We both said in unison, then looked at each other in shock.

    There, standing in front of me, was Harry. Though he looked older that he did the last time I saw him, he still looked like the guy I’d known back in our school years. His look of shock turned to one of extreme distaste, and mine turned into a frown.

    “Um, how have you been?” I tried, hoping it would make him not look like he hated me.

    He laughed sarcastically. “So now you want to talk to me?”

    “What are you talking about?” I said, confused.

    He looked at me as if I was the biggest idiot he had ever met. “Don’t play stupid, y/n, you know what happened. And yes, it may have happened when we were younger, but you know that once people lose my trust it’s hard for them to earn it back. Much less my respect,”

    All I could do was stand there, dumbfounded. He chuckled, shaking his head and walking away. He actually, genuinely hated me. I’ll admit, what I did wasn’t right, but we’re adults now. And at one point, we were best friends. How could he just treat me as if we didn’t once care about each other?

    I walked back to Helen, her smile falling once she saw how disappointed I looked.

    “I’m guessing it didn’t go well?” She asked.

    I shook my head.

    “Aw, I’m sorry,” She said as she hugged me. “Maybe you could try again? I could get his number for you, and you can talk to him and ma–”

    “No, it’s fine,” I interrupted, pulling away. “He looked at me as if he hated me, I doubt he ever wants to talk to me again.”

    She pulled her phone out. “Well, I’ll get it anyways and whether or not you use it is up to you.”


    It had been a week since the charity event, and of course all that was on my mind was Harry. I just wanted to make things right, but how could I do that when he so obviously wanted nothing to do with me? I lay in bed, staring at his contact on my phone. Maybe I should try texting him, and if he really doesn’t want to talk then I’ll leave him alone.

    I exhaled, then sent him a text.

    hey it’s y/n

    I locked my phone, deciding to watch tv and not get my hopes up that he’s even answer. About fifteen minutes later, my phone went off. I unlocked it and saw that he did answer me.

    Great, now i have to get my number changed.

    I scoffed. Was he serious? I took a deep breath, chalking his fowl mood up to him just holding his grudge still.

    look harry ik i messed up and everything but that was so long ago and i’m willing to make it up to you

    Hm… I don’t think I saw an apology in that.

    omg stop being such a pretentious prick and let me apologize in person, i at least owe you that much

    Wow, I had no idea you actually had a backbone.

    But I don’t know about that, you could just be trying to mess with me.

    why would i do that to you? why would i be basically begging for you to give me a chance to apologize just to screw with you? just let me try to earn your trust

    I guess you wouldn’t go that far…

    Fine, we can get lunch or something.

    thank you, i promise all i want to do is make things right


    I walked into the place we agreed to have lunch at, looking around until I found Harry sitting in a booth towards the back. I sat down in front of him, nervously looking at my nails.

    “I believe you had something to say to me?” He said expectingly.

    I gave him a look. “I’m not saying anything until you drop this dickhead act. This is so unlike you, and we both know that.”

    He looked at me for a second, then sighed, his harsh expression softening. “Fine,”

    “Anyways, I’m sincerely sorry about what happened. I shouldn’t have abandoned you like I did, and I apologize.”

    He waited, as if he expected more. When I didn’t say anything else, he rolled his eyes. “That’s it? You only apologize for leaving me alone?”

    “Is that not what I did?” I questioned.

    “That’s not even half of what you did.” He said firmly. “I had moved to America and started seventh grade in the middle of the school year. I had no one, until you and I became friends. And towards the end of our freshman year of high school, you left me for these kids who everyone wished they were. Everyone but me, of course. They treated me like shit, y/n. And you left me for them.”

    “I get that I left you, but I didn’t treat you like shit. So why do you hate me more that you hate them?” I asked.

    He laughed sadly. “Don’t you get it? Not only did you abandon me, you being my only friend, you just stood there as they bullied me day in and day out, all because I was a little different. And you never once stood up for me, y/n. Not even once.”

    I sat there, dumbfounded yet again. He was completely right. I didn’t stop them when they treated him awfully. I was such a shitty friend.

    Tears welled up in my eyes as I watched one roll down his cheek. “I’m so sorry, Harry. I’d give anything to go back and change it.”

    He shook his head as he wiped his tears away. “And on top of all of that, I had feelings for you. I still did, even after what happened. I hated that they wouldn’t go away no matter what you did.”

    I looked at him in shock. “You did? Harry, I had feelings for you too. Holy shit, I was such an awful person.”

    “Yeah, you were,” He chuckled. “But so was I, and I’m sorry for treating you like that.”

    “It’s fine,” I waved him off. “The way you acted towards me wasn’t unwarranted. I kind of deserved it.”

    Harry looked at me for a moment, then said, “Can we start where we left off? You, know, before all the drama?”

    “You want us to act like we did when we were fifteen and sixteen?” I gave him a questioning look, though I was obviously joking.

    He chuckled. “No, I just meant can we be super close again? Or maybe even more than super close?

    I beamed at him. “Yeah, I’d like that a lot.”



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