why did i wait all this time to watch it

Quit playing games

For @jadepresley 💖
This has been stuck in my head for daaaays! 


“Are you going to eat that?”

Draco frowned but shook his head and pushed his plate across the table. Potter attacked it as if he hadn’t just stuffed his face with three servings of scrambled eggs and croissants.

“Thanks,” he said, beaming at Draco. Clearing his throat, Draco had to look away, otherwise Potter might have noticed how pink his cheeks had suddenly gotten. He really didn’t understand Potter. He didn’t understand this whole strange situation they were in. Who would have thought he and Potter would become the kind of friends who would meet on Sundays for brunch? As much as Draco had always fantasised about becoming friends with him, this was an unexpected outcome. But not as unexpected as what had happened a few days ago…

“Potter, I think you’ve had enough to drink.”

“Dracoooooo! Don’t be such a drag!”

Draco blinked, the sound of his own name still ringing in his ears. Was this the first time Potter had said his given name to his face? Draco hated how much he enjoyed it. Watching Potter sway as he tried to make his way to the bar, Draco grabbed his arm.

“No more drinks for you,” he said resolutely.

“Dracoooo.” Potter knitted his brows together and started pouting. He actually pouted. Draco felt like he was going to faint.

“No, you’ve had enough.” His eyes darted down to Potter’s mouth. His lower lip was trembling and Draco wished he could stop the trembling by softly biting into it. “This won’t work on me,” he said, mentally cursing his voice for sounding so unsteady.

“Are you sure?” Potter said, his mouth stretching into a smile. “Then maybe this will!” With childish enthusiasm, Potter threw his arms around Draco’s neck. Their bodies were suddenly flush against each other.

“What are you-?” Before Draco could finish his question, Potter’s lips were on his, moving slowly and softly. Draco was too stunned to push him away. And honestly, he didn’t want to. Potter was kissing him! And the way he was kissing him… He didn’t seem as drunk as Draco had thought. Or maybe, he was just an exceptionally good kisser.

Against his better judgement, Draco closed his eyes and tentatively placed his hands on Potter’s hips. Potter let out a deep sigh that send a delicious shiver down Draco’s spine. But wait… this wasn’t right. Potter wasn’t in his right mind.

Reluctantly, Draco detached his lips from Potter’s and stared at him. He was not prepared for the sight that met him. Potter was gazing at him dreamily, a wide smile plastered on his face.

“See? I know it would work on you,” he mumbled, before his head collapsed on Draco’s shoulder. The added weight, from Potter going completely limp in his arms, made Draco stumble.

“What in Merlin’s name was that?”

Draco had asked himself that question a lot over the last couple of days. He still had no idea. Potter had acted like nothing had happened when they had seen each other again. Maybe he didn’t remember. But something was definitely off; Potter kept finding excuses to touch Draco in seemingly innocent ways and whenever he thought Draco wasn’t paying attention, he kept giving him these looks.

At first, Draco had thought he was just imagining things, but it kept happening and it left Draco confused and frustrated. What was Potter doing?

“Hey, I thought we could go to the movies tonight,” Potter said, completely nonchalant.

“The movies,” Draco repeated flatly.

“Yeah, you know, the Muggle-”

“I know what it is,” Draco snapped. He took a sip of his coffee and slammed the cup back down on the saucer.

“Is that a no?” Potter asked. Draco looked away, not sure what to say. As much as he enjoyed spending time with him, the way Potter was behaving made everything so hard. Draco wasn’t sure he could do it for much longer without exploding. Maybe it would be better to pause this friendship thing for a little bit. When his eyes found Potter’s again, his mouth opened involuntarily. Potter’s eyes were piercing and there was an odd expression on his face.

“Hold on, you’ve got some crumbs-” He leaned over the table, his hand outstretched. Draco blinked as Potter’s fingers brushed the corner of his mouth. They definitely lingered there longer than necessary. This was it! Draco had enough of this teasing.

Slamming his hands down on the table, he pushed himself out of his seat and stormed out of the café. What did Potter think they were doing? He acted like they were just friends, just friends, and then he did something like that. Seriously, it was all Potter’s fault. If the git hadn’t kissed him-

“Draco!”

Draco stopped in his tracks, a warm feeling spreading inside his chest. Stupid, stupid! He shouldn’t be feeling that way.

“Draco, wait!” Potter caught up to him, grabbing him by the shoulder and turning him around. “What’s going on? Why did you just leave like that?”

Draco scowled at his feet, not wanting to look Potter in the eyes.

“Is it something I did?” Potter asked, sounding genuinely unsure. Draco snorted. “What is it? Talk to me?” Potter lowered his head to catch Draco’s eyes and Draco suddenly felt fingers brushing the hair out of his face.

“This! This!!” Slapping his hand away, Draco finally looked up. “You’ve got to stop doing that!”

Potter looked shocked. He clearly hadn’t expected such an outburst.

“You can’t just do that all the time. Touch me like that.”

Draco watched as Potter’s face fell. He bit his lip and started wringing his hands.

“Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it made you that uncomfortable.”

Wait, why did Potter look so crestfallen? That didn’t make any sense.

“It does,” Draco said through gritted teeth. “It would be much easier if you could be… a little more decisive.” Draco really didn’t want to have this conversation. He was pretty sure he’d just end up humiliating himself. And maybe, it would even mean the end of his friendship with Potter.

“What do you mean, more decisive?”

Draco sighed. Maybe his friendship with Potter was already over. Draco couldn’t stand to be around him like this.

“Maybe you behave like that around your friends. I don’t. There’s a line between- It’s not something you just- There’s a difference between-” Draco didn’t know how to explain it to Potter without sounding like a lovesick fool.

“Do you mean- I-… Are you talking about the kiss?” Potter sounded extremely nervous. Draco gaped at him.

“You remember? I thought you didn’t remember.”

“No, I remember,” Potter said quietly.

Draco’s mind reeled.

“Then why- What are you doing? I can’t even tell if that was accidental or not? If you regret it or not? What is this- What are we-”

“I don’t know, okay?” Potter interrupted him. “I don’t know.”

Draco studied him, taking in the insecure expression on his face.

“Even if you don’t know, you can’t just do that to me,” he murmured. “I have no idea what to think anymore.”

Potter bit the inside of his cheeks, before taking a step towards Draco.

“But you like me, right?”

Annoyed, Draco clicked his tongue.

“I’m pretty sure the answer to that is painfully obvious.”

Potter took another step, so that their chests were touching. Reaching for Draco’s hands, he interlaced their fingers and peered up at him from under his lashes.

“Would you…” His voice quivered slightly. “Would you want to kiss me again?”

Draco opened his mouth but no sound came out. Had Potter really just asked him-

“Potter, what are you doing?” he said, almost choking on the words. His eyes darted down when Potter licked his lips in one swift motion. “This is what I’m talking about. You can’t just keep playing these games with me.”

“It’s not a game,” Potter said, his expression turning serious. “I have no idea what I’m doing, okay? I have no idea how to handle… this.” He gave Draco’s hands a squeeze and guided them to the small of his back. “I’ve never fallen for a bloke before. Not like this. And you’re not just any bloke. It’s a little overwhelming, alright?”

Draco was glad Potter had stopped talking. He wasn’t sure if he would have been able to hear anything else over the ringing in his ears.

“Did you just say- You… What?”

Potter laughed, loud and wide. It made Draco weak in the knees.

“Can we please not dwell on this? This is embarrassing enough,” Potter said, pressing his body against Draco’s. “So, you still haven’t answered my question. Would you kiss me again?”

Instead of answering, Draco made a deep gurgling sound at the back of his throat. Before Potter had the chance to comment on it, Draco grabbed his face with both hands and started kissing him like he had wanted to for as long as he could remember.

“I swear to Merlin, if you take back what you just told me and we go back to being friends, I’m going to hex your testicles off,” he growled against Potter’s lips.

“Oh, I think we can make use of them in a much better way,” Potter chuckled, burying his hands in Draco’s hair. Draco groaned. He couldn’t believe this was really happening. After all this time. Finally!

So @packratofdenialism gave me this idea for a fanfic where Meredith lives and she and Yondu coparent Peter. This happens in my head because Yondu got suspicious when Ego told him to pick another kid up “in about a year” and investigated and decided to help Meredith out as a way of dealing with the guilt he feels since he’s come to the conclusion Ego’s done something awful to the other kids he’s brought him. Here’s a scene from before Yondu and Meredith go to the Collector for a potential fix as their last idea. They’re waiting in a bar for the Collector to send for them, and Meredith ends up making Yondu come clean as to what he thinks is really going on (he initially lied to get her and Peter to come with him by pretending Ego sent him).

—-

“If this doesn’t work though…you’ll still take Peter to his father, right?” Meredith asked.

Yondu went still.

“Yondu?” she asked. “You’ll promise me, won’t you? That you’ll take him home?”

“…Can’t promise you that, Meredith,” he said quietly.

“What?” she asked.

“I can’t,” he said stiffly. “Can’t promise you…because I won’t do it.”

“Why the hell not?” she demanded, leaping to her feet. Her world spun instantly and Yondu grabbed her before she hit the floor. “I thought you wanted to help us!”

“I am helping you!” Yondu said. “And I won’t be helping him if I take him there!”

“Why?” she yelled.

“Cause none of the others ever came back!” he snapped.

“…Others?” she asked as Yondu slowly sat her back down on the stool. “What others?”

“His other kids,” Yondu said. “I…I took Ego his other kids. No one ever saw them again.”

“He….had other kids…” Meredith said. She felt very cold all of the sudden as things started make some sort of terrible sense. Why Yondu was so cagey about why “Ego sent him” to pick her up and try to find her help. Why the Ravagers crew clearly hadn’t had a clue of where to start looking for how to deal with a tumor. The oddness of the tumor being so hard to operate on even for more advanced species…

“Yeah. I didn’t tell you cause you wouldn’t have let me help,” Yondu said. “But…you’re not special, Meredith. He’s done this before. It’s not that he couldn’t bear to watch you die. It’s that he told me to wait until you did die to get your boy and bring him to Ego.”

Meredith took a deep breath as she tried to understand what the hell she was being told. She’d known something was up with Yondu’s original story for a while now, but for it to be that…

“That’s what all the whispering was, then?” she asked. “All those times you stopped talking when Peter or I came over?”

“Some of the crew figured you weren’t really cargo. ‘S why I made you quartermaster. Shut up the whiners if you were puling your weight,” he said.

“And what happened if I was cured and demanded to go see Ego?” she asked.

“…Honestly I was going to let Horuz handle it. He likes being an ass so he could have broke it hard and not minded the fallout,” Yondu said. “I’ll admit, was not looking forward to Peter crying. Makes a chest twist up when he starts whimpering like that…”

“You think the tumor’s weird.”

She wasn’t entirely sure why she said it, why she remembered him saying that.

Yondu nodded slowly, “Yeah. We’ve been told that. Remember, you thought it was just, uh, intimate exposure to…”

“No. No you think…you think more,” she said. “You don’t think it was an accident, do you?”

Yondu cringed a bit under her gaze. She was right. He’d put a lot more thought into this than just a favor to a dying woman. He’d thought of the why as more than some accident. He just hadn’t said anything.

“…You think he did it on purpose,” Meredith said slowly.

“I don’t know what-”

“I didn’t say you knew, I said it’s what you think,” Meredith corrected, cutting Yondu off. “That’s what you think happened.”

Yondu sighed, “I know he knew about it. And I know he told me to get ready to pick Peter up when you died, which he had a pretty good timescale for, despite never seeing the boy alive meaning he’d bene gone for over six years. And I know every kid I ever brought him was never seen again and he didn’t seem to give a damn about any of their other parents.”

Meredith let that digest. It made terrible sense. Ma had been right all along. Just a fling for a guy using her who left her with a kid.

Oh god what was that thing he’d planted on earth? She’d have to send a call home over it, tell them to get…oh who did you even call to deal with that shit?

“How many did you bring him?” Meredith asked, trying to focus on the issue at hand, on verifying what Yond was saying now when he’d lied at the start.  

“’Bout a dozen,” Yondu said, staring at the bar top. “Wasn’t counting really; I was greedy and I admit it. They were his kids, he said pickup for pay so I picked up. Don’t know if he had anyone else doing it. Probably did. If I got suspicious enough to stop others probably did too and I was just the next he asked. Guy’s been around a long time.”

“And you never heard from them again?”

“Not even the ones I suggested should call if they needed anything,” Yondu said. “Last one…last one I was going to turn down. She was young. Younger than Quill.”

Meredith bristled at that. “Chronologically or developmentally?”

“Both,” Yondu said. “But the crew needed money and Ego could make gems so I caved. Not proud of it. Gave the kid a com, told her to call me if she got scared, or in a year if it went well. An anniversary call. Said I’d give a present if she did.”

“She never called.”

“Nope. Would have been three days before he called me about you,” Yondu said. “I don’t know what he’s doing to his kids, Meredith, but it ain’t good. I have my way? I never take that boy of yours near Ego.”

“So you know he’s collecting his children who are never heard from again…and you think he was going to kill me…why?” Meredith asked. “Why not just have you take Peter?”

“Maybe he figured, boy has your genes, he’ll make his way back to you before I get him to Ego,” Yondu said. “But he won’t do that if you’re not there.”

“Jackass,” Meredith muttered. “…Him, not you.”

“Nah, I’m a jackass. Took all those others to him, didn’t I?” Yondu asked.

“Wish you hadn’t?” Meredith asked.

Yondu “mm’d” in a manner she took to mean agreement.

“That’s why you helped, isn’t it?” she asked. “You felt guilty.”

“S’ not really guilt in your case,” Yondu said. “Didn’t have a thing to do with you or your boy.”

“But you had ‘a thing to do with’ around a dozen of Peter’s…siblings,” Meredith said. “With Ego’s other children. You wanted to keep Peter safe, didn’t you?”

Yondu huffed, “Maybe I just wanted to piss the jackass off by keeping Peter from him.”

“You didn’t need me alive for that,” Meredith said.

“…Was lousy. What he was trying to pull with you,” Yondu said. “Was crap.”

“Think he did that to any of the other…parents?” Meredith asked.

“Don’t know. He didn’t give me timescales for them,” Yondu said. “Just said to pick up one of his kids. Just did it. Never asked. I was a fool who never asked.”

“Yeah, well,” Meredith sighed. “I was a fool who fell for a spaceman. So we’re both fools.”

—-

That’s part of what’s written so far! Hope everyone likes it!

BTS reacting to you leaving after a fight.

Kim Namjoon:
He watched you pack your bags with shaking eyes and not said anything to you, too scared of the consequences. When you walked past him with tears streaming down your reddened cheeks, something inside of him died a little by the realization of what your argument has caused.

He ran after you out the house and grabbed you by your hand, turning you around to him. “Where are you going?” He asked with a trembling voice, feeling his eyes well up. “I never meant for this to go as far as it did. Don’t leave before we’ve talked this out.” He pulled you into him and wrapped his arms tightly around your body, too scared that you might run away if he let go.

Kim Seokjin:
He nervously paced up and down the empty apartment, the silence almost driving him insane. He dialed your number constantly, his heart dropping a little further whenever it goes straight to voice mail. 
He dropped down on the bed, throwing the lamp off the bedside table in frustration as thunder rolled in from the east. 

He felt terrible for letting you go that easily and a lonely tear rolling down his cheek gave away the pain he felt inside. Suddenly he heard the front door slam shut and rushed back into the kitchen to find you standing in drenched clothes, your eyes bloodshot from crying. He didn’t give it a second thought and run over to you, holding your body close to his. “This shouldn’t have happened Y/N. I was worried sick. Please don’t ever leave me again.”

Min Yoongi:
He let you go at first, thinking that you’d come back after letting out what you didn’t want him to see. After a while, he started to become anxious about his decision of letting you go without telling him where you’re heading. He tried to call you but the minute it went to voice mail, he grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair and ran out the shared apartment, slamming the door shut behind him. 

He ran down the empty street, rain hitting the ground with force and soaking his clothes entirely. When he wanted to give up, he noticed a lonely silhouette sitting on the bench across from the coffee shop he took you for your first date, her hair drenched in rain. He let out a sigh in relief and ran over to you, putting his jacket around your shoulders before kneeling down in front of you. “Honestly if we ever decide to fight again, let’s agree not to run away during storms again.”

Jung Hoseok:
His jaw dropped the minute he noticed you packing your suitcase with tears streaming down your now pale cheeks. He gulped, nervous to ask you the question he held back for so long. “Where are you going?” He mumbled, feeling the familiar knot in his stomach tightening. “We need a break.” You answered, your voice cracking. 

As you walked past, Hoseok got ahold of your arm and pulled you back towards him, his gaze meeting yours. “You can’t just run away and pretend that it’ll be okay eventually. If you leave now, I don’t think we’ll ever find a solution to any of our problems and this love is going to waste.”

Kim Taehyung:
He slammed down his hand on the door in front of you, causing it to fall shut again. You jumped slightly and felt his heavy breathing against your neck. You turned around to notice him standing behind you, his lips trembling. A smile tugged on his lips as his eyes met yours. “If you’re really doing this, at least tell me where you’re going.” He said with a threatening tone, inching closer until his lips were only a hairs-breadth away from yours. 

“Tell me that where you’re going you’ll be safe and that I don’t have to lose sleep worrying about you even if this was in the end, your decision. Tell me that I won’t have to drive hours on time just to find you stranded on the side of the road like a wild animal?”

Park Jimin:
He chase after you, screaming your name at the top of his lungs but you didn’t bare to stop, you wanted to flee from him for a while. You dragged the suitcase behind you, sobbing violently as you thought about what has removed this final thread that caused you to leave. 

You stopped dead in your step when a hand grabbed your shoulder and spun you around. Jimin’s eyes locked with yours, he didn’t dare to look away. A single tear rolled down his cheek, his eyes glistening with frustration. “Is it that easy to you? Am I that easy to you? Do you think that I’ll just apologize for saying what’s on my mind because you’re threatening to run away? Because if that’s the case, you’re right…” His voice cracked, another tear rolled down his cheek, followed by another one and another one. “Stay with me until the end of time, princess.”

Jeon Jungkook:
He watched the door fall shut, his breath becoming short as reality hit him. You really left. He heard the engine starting and watched the car pull out of the driveway. He slid against the door and ran his hand through his hair, letting out a loud sigh.  A single tear slid down from his warm, butterscotch eyes, followed by another one, and another one, until soon, a steady stream of salty tears flowed it’s way down his pale cheek, releasing the sadness and sorrow that has been held inside of him for all this time but still he did not make a sound.

He waited a little longer, pacing down the apartment for hours on time, nervously holding onto his phone, anxiously waiting for a sign from you. Anger raised inside of him by the thought that he has caused you to put yourself under such danger. Suddenly, a burst of anger rushed through his body and he threw his phone against the wall, watching it break into pieces. He screamed out loudly, not wanting to accept reality. “This can’t be. No. Why did she leave so easily? Why did I not stop her?”

The OT3 & Pranks HC's

-Izuku is really bad at pranking the others. But once in a while, he tries. Once, he actually got Katsuki to admit, out loud, that he liked kittens. Ever since then, he’s denied it furiously when it’s brought up. They still don’t know how he did it, but Izuku got a box of kittens delivered to the house, then yelled, “Kacchan it’s for you!” If looks could kill, Izuku would’ve been dead right then.

-Katsuki: “WHAT THE FUCK, WHY WOULD YOU GET ME THESE, I DO NOT FUCKING LIKE KITTENS!!”
Izuku: “So you want me to take them away?”
Katsuki: “………no.”

-One time, in a feeble attempt at a prank, Izuku tried to copy everything Shouto did for one day. This backfired pretty quickly, because Shouto immediately started to use his Quirk for everything and Izuku did embarrassing things to recreate it, like throwing ice cubes or sticking a flashlight in his sleeve to make it look like his arm was “on fire.” Shouto thought it was hilarious and cute.

-Katsuki’s favorite thing to do is wait until they’re all watching a scary movie, right before a jump scare, and set off a little explosion behind them. Izuku screams every single time and Shouto swears.

-Katsuki used to jump Izuku in the hall at night, but quickly stopped after Izuku mistook him for an intruder and punched a hole straight through the wall.

-Shouto’s pranks are always thought-out, relatively simple, and hilarious. Once, he stole just one sock from Izuku’s drawer for a week. At the end of the week, Izuku had only half of all his pairs, forcing him to wear two different colored socks, and he was losing his mind trying to find where the other halves went.

-When Shouto decided to stop the prank, Izuku woke up with all of his socks randomly returned to his drawer and that was the only time they heard him yell a swear word out of pure frustration. He still does not know how all his socks magically came back.

-Shouto once got his cold side as cold as he could, and then froze Katsuki’s hands while he was sleeping. At a certain temperature, frozen nitroglycerin can’t detonate easily. Then he woke Katsuki up with a blow horn and watched him wake up, yell “WHAT THE FUCK?!” and then try to set off explosions. The result was him spewing curse words while waving his arms around in wild circles.

-Shouto unfroze his hands for him when he was done laughing and then ran like hell.

This is the film that started it all. The film that taught me about Twin Flames. I have watched it over and over and over. I absolutely detested it the first time, not really understanding the weight of the relationships being depicted. But the more I watched it, the more it all made sense. Realization came crashing down around me. I sympathized with the characters but I understood why things happened the way they did.

This film shows what happens when Twin Flame and Soul Mate collide. I can only suggest that you watch it multiple times, as there are many things to be discovered with each viewing. Also, the soundtrack and cinematography are AMAZING!!

I didn’t know whether or not my Twin was out there after watching this the first time, but I had a feeling that something/someone extremely special was waiting for me. I knew it. So hearing he was my Twin a year after was a small “ah ha” moment, although I deduced that much. It was more like, “well, of course he is.”…

Even though I knew of Twin Flames before the journey began(thanks to this film), it didn’t prepare me for what I would face. Nothing could have. But I’m here and there’s no going back. I know I’ve likened this all to Neo and the Matrix before but that keeps coming back to me. That’s what it is, there’s no going back to how it was before. My life has been divided into two parts. Me before this awakening, and Me now. Two wholly different beings. The latter being more attuned to the outer-world. Sometimes I look in the mirror and hardly recognize myself. All in all, I’m here. For a reason unbeknownst to me at the moment, I’m on this road with this amazing person beside me and no matter how fucking difficult it gets, I’m anxious to see it to the end.

tl;dr watch Cafe de Flore if the idea of twin flame/soul mates remotely interests you. And let me know what you think! It’s in French but should be streaming on Netflix with English subs.

The Joker Report

This is for @aeiflegonphoenix  

Request:   Can i request a Joker(J.Leto)x reader, non-con story? The reader is an investigative journalist, who tries to uncover his illegal actions and isn’t afraid to cross the line. Joker is being Joker and he decides to take the matter into his own hands.

The Joker is today’s muse for Kinktober! Combining day 10/11 prompts:  

    Gags | Gun Play

Warnings: Noncon/Rape (PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS OFFENDS YOU).  Kinky prompts, smut, oral, gun play, gags, creampie

A/N: Non-cannon (no mention of Harley Quinn).    I labeled the parts that go with the kinktober prompts 

Words: 4k

Tags: @thecynicalnerd @marauderice @mac5323 @idonthavehusbandsihavelovers @negan-is-god @kellyn1604 @roschelesworld @taintedgenre @screeching-pterodactyl-fangirl @purplemuse89 @blondesouthsquad @buckyscrystalqueen @kawaiirepublic  

Originally posted by bebhemmo


  This was it, your big break.  You spotted Monster T coming through the side door and recognized the gangster right away.  Sources told you the Joker owned this strip club and you had a feeling they were about to be confirmed.  

  “Her Pixie.” The bartender started snapping her fingers at you. “Get these drinks to table five.”

  You tucked the hair on your pink wig behind your ear and lifted up the tray. When you applied for a cocktail waitressing job here you never thought they would hire you, but Mr. Frost looked you up and down and didn’t even make you fill out an application.  Fake names encouraged, everything under the table. It was perfect for you to get the scoop you need.  

  “Hey Doll.” Someone grabbed your ass. “How about a private show?”

  “Not a dancer Sir.” You smiled at him, trying to control the urge to toss the drinks all over him. “Only a server.”

  “I’d love for you to serve me.” He winked.  

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game grumps ask meme.

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“I don’t wanna kill anybody, I’m a pacifist. Ooops, killed six people.”
“Six is the number of Def Leppard members, almost.”
“Did you know I’m a professional joke? My life is a joke.”
“Why do you enjoy watching me suffer so?”
“Remember kids, if you wanna defeat the evil power, you better fucking find the nearest sharpest sword and run as fast as you can.”
“I don’t judge you when you steal children, so I’ll thank you to show me that same courtesy.”
“Having a great time being in immeasurable pain.”
“Yes, have you ever heard of brapnel? That’s baby shrapnel.”
“Wait, mechanical bird is plane. I just realized.”
“Crazy how dead you are, I mean like, wow.”
“I didn’t have any problem at all after I died twice.”
“Such a nice man we ripped off there.”
“I’ll never put on pants.”
“Checkers would be better with badgers.”
“HEY LADIES. I’M TOM JONES. LEADER OF THE TOM JONES CULT. MY NAME’S TOM JONES. GIMME THIRTY APPLES. …TWENTY-FIVE APPLES”
“She’s adorable! Until she turns into a hideous undead monster creature, then ya gotta hit her with the lead pipe.”
“Stop dancing at me!”
“I have some very important masturbating to do.”
“You make me have to pee, always.”
“Whales are just Earth’s way of taking a shit.”
“I like it when Luigi’s happy. It makes me smile.”
“You know when you get high, and you start floating five feet off the ground, and gain a Spanish accent?”
“Whenever you talk about being high, it always just shows how much you’ve clearly never gotten high before.”
“Dude, what if hell was up?!”
“I will raise that chicken as if it were my own daughter… who I turned into chicken fingers.”
“‘Becky with the good hair’ sounds too much like ‘caramel corn’?”
“I! WANT! MURDER!”
“Even 90s rock won’t make me feel good about this!”
“This might be the drugs talking, but I love drugs.”
“That’s one boopity you shouldn’t have shmoopled.”
“Am I nude right now?”
“It’d be weird to sleep amongst your dead friends.”
“Are you here to repent for your chins?”
“Why am I not eating ice cream for every meal?”
“This taxi is bae.”
“The world is full of magic. Horrible, horrible magic.”
“Jesus is my drug.”
“I don’t know anything about memes.”
“You would say that, no matter what, me from another dimension that runs a porn ring.”
“I’m a milk-based life form.”
“I fucked a cantaloupe once.”
“Awww babe, look at us, we have our own cam girl operation.”
“Everyone who works for us gradually becomes more gay in their interactions because… we are always getting… weirdly gay with each other.”
“Shut up, ya tweezer!”
“And Half-Life 3, I don’t know anything about Half-Life 3, other than that everyone says it’s confirmed.”
“Good thing you’ve got fingers and wrists of steel, from that straight jacking.”
“I’ve learned the importance of being cuddled.”
“Hi, I’m a musician with a huge penis. Do you know where I can find guitars and Magnum condoms?”
“Baths are amazing, especially when you bring a friend.”
“Jesus, you gotta wine and dine me first. You can’t just open up with that shit.”
“We’ve broken several laws.”
“What, you wanna try diplomacy? He’s a fucking crab!”
“I’M READY TO BREED!”
“‘Bonfire’ is made up of two words: ‘bonf’ and ‘ire.’”
“These balls are coming at me fast and furious. It’s like that movie, ‘Speed.’”
“As I was about to say, revenge is a dish best served fuck you.”
“When someone says ‘just fuck me up’ on the internet that means have sex with me in a rough, passionate manner, correct?”
“If there’s one thing I can be totally honest about, it’s that I would happily lie to your face.”
“Just get abducted! We are your saviors, we’re flying in the sky- treat us as your new gods.”
“If I can’t be the best, I sure as hell can be the worst!”
“Water is just… air juice.”
“Uh… Doctor, could you put tits on my thumbs?”
“We hang out… we touch each other…”
“Does anyone have a paper bag I can hyperventilate into?”
“2016 is the year of the butt.”
“If I took pole-dancing, I would be worried that it would be too erotic for everybody else.”
“You make another joke like that, and I’m gonna have to beat you to death with your own shoes.”
“Whoa, look at this trapezoid-headed Funyon ring!”
“I have to take off my jacket because I’m getting hot because this sucks so bad.”
“He died as he lived: covered in mayonnaise.”
“Who wears pants anymore? So 2015.”
“What took you so long, you butt plug?!”
“Look, you tell a couple jokes as a dad and suddenly everyone’s like ‘you’re making dad jokes.’”
“Could you imagine if you unlocked outfits in real life? Like, “Congratulations you wiped your ass, here’s a new shirt.””
“As long as I live, I will never stop loving your random bursts of outrage.”
“Like I would kill a friend… without watching.”
“With your Phd and my also being here, we can solve any problem.”
“I love watching you guys suffer.”
“Man, the void of nothingness is kinda lame.”
“Sometimes you gotta take time and smell the roses. And sometimes you’re gonna be a guy jacking yourself off while you’re rubbing a girl in a video game.”
“I can’t prove that someone ISN’T a reptilian.”
“Oh my god, do we have to kill him while he’s asleep?”
“I feel dead inside, but at least I had pie.”
“This is nice. We’re all bathing in the warm glow of murder.”
“The tears are bittersweet but the pie is delicious.”
“Murder is a spectator sport.”
“Today’s been a day. A day full of tasty, tasty murder.”
“Man, I wish anime was human history.”
“99 red balloons… Something- something- German song.”
“If you wanna have sex you don’t have to make a little song about it, like just come right out and ask.”
“If only I could have sex with my own brain. That would be a mind-fuck.”
“I am not nature. I am nurture.”
“Wouldn’t it be hilarious if they died?”
“Tell me what you’re gonna do to me.”
“Taco Bell cures diabetes.”
“Rule number one of babysitting? DON’T STEP ON THE BABY!”
“Play for my amusement, child.”
“How does a ghost enter a skeleton? And I don’t mean that in a sexy way.”
“You’re locked the closet with the dildo!”
“Yeah, I’ve been drunk on pot before. What of it?”
“You are the worst son ever.”
“Shut up, this is my moment of time shine!”
“Bro, can I be honest with you guys right now? I love defiling things.”
“I wanna touch everything with my boner, including my boner!”
“When you’re married, you can announce your boners everywhere.”
“I am enjoying my pot! Take that out of context.”
“Dude, what if you were next to a supernova when it supernovaed?”
“…and she’s like COVERED in butter.”
“I do apologize for my actions, even though they were totally and completely justified.”
“What are the animals crossing, exactly?”
“I’m a firm believer in ‘if you’re going to fail, you might as well fail spectacularly.’”
“And you know what? We’re tied right now, like brothers… only one brother is significantly smarter and more handsome than the other and has like 15 years more life experience.”
“Frick to the 30th power!”
“My eyebrows are slippery and slimy. I grease them.”
“This is literally just elementary hydrodynamics, I can’t believe you can’t grasp this.”
“Well look the important thing that I’m having fun and other people aren’t.”
“I would fuck everything on the screen including the animals and the bicycle.”
“How dare you know stuff about things. I’m gonna beat you up with my fists… that are made of stuff and things.”
“Spyyyder Loops™ cereal…. made with… spiders.”
“I’m a bottom kind of guy.”
“Can you see my labia in this fucking costume?”
“Just bros bein’ bros…”
“I never feel quite as alone as I do when I play Burger Time.”
“If you do this… I’m gonna be mildly impressed with you.”
“I don’t know how to be interesting, could you give me advice?”
“I BIRTHED YOU FROM MY BRAIN VAGINA.”
“I’m kind of amazing at everything I do.”
“I’LL FUCKING STAB YOUR PARENTS!”
“I would get a photo-realistic tattoo of your face on my inner thigh.”
“Do you think I came out the pussy drawing fucking Mozart?!”
“Follow your stupid fucking dreams.”
“Everyone does crack at some point in their lives. It’s pretty much a rite of passage.”
“I wanna know where Luigi is!”
“Nothin’ wrong with that. Get clean, get clean with the lord.”
“You’re on page 2, and I’m on page…uh, furiously concentrating on not throwing up from this Nutella situation.”
“I wish you could jump inside my skin and know what I know, and feel what I feel.”
“I’m feeling fly for a caucasian man.”
“I will actually strangle you with my bare hands and feet.”
“Don’t call me “bro” in an accusatory tone!”
“This is a good yiff right here.”
“My friends! I love killing my friends.”
“Now I am the one who is bitch.”
“He died as he lived: eating chicken McNuggets.”
“Well, thank you so much, that’s so nice of you to say, but I don’t believe you and you’re a liar.”
“DIE! DIE YOU SICK SON OF A BITCH!”
“I could tell by his briefly angry eyebrows that he’s someone we should be stabbing.”
“A blunt is a maridujuana.”
“If you can’t beat em, Shoot ‘em with a gun!”
“Getting kicked in the nuts is not an event, it’s a process.”
“My goal is to pee in every major body of water on earth.”
“Man, Club Penguin’s gotten weird.”
“Aw jimminey-jillakers. Gee-whiz Batman. Aw frick. Oh jeezum.”
“And you have ten thousand and seven hundred grams of mardujuana.”
“My style is old, nasty t-shirt and rapidly disintegrating pants.”
“If you ever run into me in the wild, we’ll hug it out.”
“I think the noodles are going to kill me!”
“I’m sorry, your son is an anthropomorphic cheese melt.”
“Wait, but, also shut up.”

Memes

Author’s Note: wow surprisingly this one was actually requested! enjoy another chatroom fic from your’s truly. 

Pairing: slight,Bucky! x Reader

Y/N has created a chat.

Y/N has added Bucky.

Bucky: Why are you texting me when you’re sitting across from me?

Bucky: Disney movies annoying you?

Y/N: Oh god, no. Never, I was just scrolling through the Internet and found some hilarious memes I wanted to show you.

Bucky: Memes? I’m not familiar.

Y/N: My reaction.

Bucky: Woah, who’s dog is that?

Y/N: Buck, that’s not the point! A meme is just a funny image, that’s all.

Bucky: Ooooh, that makes more sense.

Bucky: Why not just call it a funny image then?

Y/N: 

Bucky: I should stop asking questions then.

Bucky: Wait I think I came up with one

Bucky: Me when Steve wakes me up for early training.

Bucky: 

Y/N: HAHA, good one.

Steve has joined the chat.

Steve: Did I hear my name?

Y/N: What the, Steve. How did you get in the chat?

Y/N: Only Bucky is allowed in it.

Steve: Thanks, Y/N. That hurt.

Steve: 

Bucky: That looks like Sam when he’s crying. 

Y/N: Savage.

Steve: Tony has his ways of hacking.

Y/N: Dammit, forgot we had an idiotic smart guy on the team.

Tony has joined the chat.

Y/N: Oh no, not you.

Tony: Rude.

Tony: Why do I keep hearing cackling in the living room?

Y/N: I’m sending memes to Bucky.

Bucky: And I’m still so confused on what they are.

Y/N: I’ve explained them to you already, Bucky!

Tony: You sure? No sexting action going on between the two of you?

Steve: I think I just threw up a little.

Tony: So did I.

Bucky: Oh, Tony look what I found.

Bucky: 

Y/N: Digging the suit in that picture, Tony.

Tony: Thank you ;)

Steve: Me when I see Bruce and Tony working in the lab.

Steve: 

Bruce has joined the chat.

Bruce: We actually build things for this team, unlike you Rogers.

Bruce has left the chat.

Y/N: 

Bucky: Burn.

Y/N: Are we just going to ignore the fact that Steve showed us a picture with a bad word on it?

Steve: Ugh, not again please.

Tony: It’s a necessity to bring that up.

Steve: It’s a necessity to punch you.

Y/N: Oh shit, Civil War all over again.

Steve: Language.

Bucky: Please no more past memories.

Y/N: 

Steve: Wait, before you go

Steve: Y/N when Bucky walks into the same room.

Steve: 

Y/N: ……..

Y/N: What I’m going to do to Steve.

Y/N: 

Steve: Uhhh.

Steve has been disconnected.

Y/N has left the chat.

Tony:

Bucky: Y/N literally just stormed over to Steve and she’s strangling him now, I gotta go watch this.

Bucky: 

Bucky has left the chat.

Tony: It’s time like these when I ask myself, Why did I ever join the Avengers?

Tony has left the chat.

Why Didn’t You Tell Me?

As requested by @mikimiska113 and @youreinmy-mind

Timeline: At Dragonstone; you could say it’s in line with my oneshots A Private Moment and A Quick Farewell but it’s a bit ambiguous.

He doesn’t mean for it to happen. He doesn’t know that she’ll come in as he’s changing, before he gets a chance to pull his shirt all the way down-so she catches just the smallest glimpse of one of the scars on his chest. It’s only a glance, but she notices. 

“What’s that? Are you hurt?” She stands framed in the doorway, her hair coming loose from her tight braids, obviously on the way to her bedchambers. Still, there’s a note of fear in her voice that surprises him; it’s completely unexpected. 

He searches for an easy explanation, something that he can say to explain it away without getting into the details-but the Queen is smart and perceptive and he knows whatever lies he tells won’t get very far. “No. They’re old wounds, your Grace. Over and done with.”

She takes a step closer to him, boots whispering on the stone floor. “Old wounds?” She closes the distance between them and looks up at him carefully, as if asking permission. He nods once and she pulls up the hem of his shirt-and then catches her breath when she sees them, four heavy dark slashes across his pale skin. They’re still angry and red even after all this time; he doesn’t know if they’ll ever truly fade away. 

When she looks up at him again, there is a question in her eyes. “How did this happen?”

Even after all of this time, there’s still a catch in his voice when he says the words. “I was stabbed by men I considered my friends…my brothers.” 

He waits for the revulsion to enter her eyes, but it never does-only a sharp and sudden anger, though he can tell it’s not directed at him. “Why did they stab you?”

“I was Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch and they thought I was breaking my vows.”

“And were you?”

“I don’t think so. I’d just seen the Night King for the first time and I suggested we let the wildlings take shelter on the other side of the Wall. They didn’t like that idea. They didn’t think we should be helping our sworn enemies, even if they’d just become wights if we didn’t. And I’d rather have an army of the living, instead of adding to that of the dead.”

She’s silent for a long moment, tracing the outlines of the scars carefully. Her touch sends shivers of heat through him, even though it barely glances off his body. “Bastards.” He can’t help smirking because it sounds like such an un-queenlike thing to say but she barely seems to notice. Her mind is connecting the rest of the dots. “But the wounds are still…”

He swallows hard. “At the time, they were fatal.”

She looks up at him again, arching one eyebrow. “They were?”

“They stabbed me and I bled out on the ground. You can ask Ser Davos; he was there, he’ll tell you. But a red priestess, Melisandre of Asshai, brought me back.”

She freezes now, a look of blank confusion on her face. “She…resurrected you?”

“I had a part to play in the coming war. I don’t know how she did it. I don’t remember anything about what came…after. I just woke up with the scars and the memories of being stabbed, but nothing else.” 

Dany is very quiet for a very long time. He waits for her to accuse him of lying or question his story, the way he’s been anticipating. But instead she says “A red priestess came to Dragonstone a few days before I wrote to you. She told me to summon you and let you tell me what you’d seen. I believe her name was Melisandre.”

It should surprise him more than it does. “Is she here still?”

“No. She left for Essos the day you arrived.”

He shrugs. “Well, I did promise her that if I ever saw her again I would kill her.”

“Why-”

“It’s a long story, your Grace. I believe she ultimately works for the Lord of Light, but some of the things she’s done in his name are inhumane.” 

She smirks. “I’ll be expecting you to tell me more when we have more time.”

“As you wish. But…you believe me about being brought back?” He doesn’t understand why it’s imperative that she does but he suddenly finds himself waiting for her next words with bated breath. 

She nods. “I’ve seen my share of the impossible. Dragons aren’t supposed to be alive, are they? I just don’t understand why you didn’t tell me sooner.”

“There was no reason to. The opportunity never came up. I didn’t know if you’d believe me.”

She’s looking at the scars again, tracing the outlines where the knives sank into his flesh by the men he’d once considered his friends (some of them, at least). Her touch is like a balm, soothing their rough edges and making their sting a little less painful. “You wear them well.”

“That’s all you can do with scars, isn’t it? Wear them with pride-if others realize that they don’t bother you, then they won’t try and bother you with them.” Even if it does bother him, more than he can say. 

Slowly, she lets his shirt fall back into place. “So you really did take a dagger in the heart for your people.”

“I wouldn’t say that-”

He can already tell she’s not listening. “Well, thank you for telling me that…Jon.” It’s the first time she’s called him by his first name since he told her that she could and she says the word carefully, as if testing out the feel of it. He nods, and there’s a moment of awkward silence between them before she says “Have a nice night,” and shuts the door behind her as she leaves. He’s almost sad to see her go but he’s also drained; he’s never shared the story with anyone else before and he suddenly just wants time to himself to regroup.

He stands very still until her footsteps fade out of earshot, as if afraid to do anything that might break the tentative connection between them. “You too, Daenerys. Dany.” He says it softly, knowing full well that she can’t hear him, just to try it out. 

She really does have a beautiful name. 

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Have a wonderful day, lovelies <3

Do you like me or not?

“Do you like me or not?” With Tom Holland
Tom and Y/N have always been close, but when Tom comes back from filming his movie, he acts different, and Y/N can’t keep waiting in the dark to know if he feels the same about her, that she does about him.

I looked down at my phone, thumbs tapping the screen as I sent another message to Tom. His messages had been seeming to get shorter and more far apart with each passing day. It was getting on my nerves, seeing I didn’t want to be annoying him, but he was also my best friend (And secret love of my life) and I wanted to know what was wrong.
Me: When does your flight land?
Tom: 4:30

Me: Ok, want me to pick you up from the airport?
Tom: No, I got it, Thx
I rose an eyebrow at his response. He usually sends full paragraphs when messaging, and never used ‘THX’.
Me: Ok… see you later.
I quickly sent the text and placed my phone on the coffee table to my left. I couldn’t get over the weird feeling in my stomach. Sure we haven’t seen each other in a while, but we still talked… but not nearly as much as we used to… Honestly I was starting to get worried.
A few hours later I received another text, saying he had just got home. I decided to head over to his apartment and see what was up. I felt the familiar butterflies in my chest, knowing that I had been to his apartment plenty of times, but the ache in my heart always seemed to come along, reminding me that he didn’t feel the same way about me then I did about him. It was especially worse today though. I hopped in my car and started driving, already getting a bad feeling.

I walked up the flight up stairs to his appartment, with each step, the butterflies in my stomach skyrocketed. Now they felt more like killer bees. I reached his door and knocked.
“Tom? It’s me y/n” I tried the doorknob not surprised to see it open. He always left the door unlocked in case I decided to come over, and I did the same for him.

“I thought maybe we could watch a movie or something, maybe even get some spoilers for your new- oh” I started but I was quickly cut off by the sight in front of me.
Tom was laughing on the couch, with Zendaya beside him, her hand on his leg. When Tom noticed me his eyes widened and Zendaya quickly took her hand off.
“Y/n I- I didn’t hear you come in” Tom stuttered
“Yeah um… here i’ll… You guys are busy i’ll come back later” I excused before quickly making a bee-line to the front door, Tom calling from behind me. As soon as I was out the door, I ran.

He had called me four times since i’ve been home, but I didn’t want to answer. I know it was childish. He was my best friend, and I wouldn’t be anything more. I wasn’t even sure if I was even his friend anymore. I layed in bed, hugging the blankets closer to me as I watched the TV. I felt sick, or heartbroken, or maybe both. All I knew was I wanted the pain to stop. But just like my tears it just kept coming. I felt my phone ring again by my bedside table, looking to see it was once again Tom. I sighed and hit ignore, just as my front door swung open.
“YN?” I heard Tom shout from the living room, causing me to shoot out of bed and run out. I forgot to lock my door. An old habit.
“What the hell Tom?!” I tried to sound angry, but my voice cracked from all the crying, and I was guessing my face was still red and tear stained because as soon as he saw me he closed the space between us and hugged me.
“What are you doing here?” I asked into his shoulder, trying to find a reason why he would even want to be around me right now.
“I wanted to make sure you were ok, when you saw Z and us together-” He started, but at the sound of his new nickname for her I backed away.
“Yeah, you should get back to her, I wouldn’t want to start trouble” I said, trying to find a way for him to leave before I started crying again.
“What do you mean?” It didn’t work, and the tears where falling again, and he was looking confused, which turned the tears to anger.
“You know what I mean, don’t act coy Holland” I said, his face turning from confused to shocked.
“You think Z and I are together?” He asked, absolutely perplexed by the idea.
“I’m honestly not surprised, you’ve been texting me less and less these last few month, you’re spending all your time with her for the movie, it was only a matter of time-”

“I was trying to get advice on how to talk to you!” He said, exasperated, causing me to look confused this time.
“We talk all the time why would it suddenly be so hard?” I asked, not understanding what he was saying.
“Because…” He said, searching to find the right words, but he apparently couldn’t find the right ones, because before I knew it he had closed the space between us and had his lips on mine.
I stood for a solid second before I reacted, kissing him back. We stood like that for what felt like forever, but not long enough, before he finally pulled away.
“I like you, and not like the way where we watch a movie and flirt a little but never confess anything because we’re too afraid. I’m all in, and I understand if you don’t feel the same, but I hope you do” Tom said, looking deep into my eyes.
I ruined the moment by punching him in the arm.
“Ow!”
“You idiot, I liked you the whole time!” I yelled, laughing as Toms face lit up.
“Wait you did? Why didn’t you say anything?!” Tom laughed
“Because that’s the- becuase I… I don’t know!”
“Well its about freaking time” Tom laughed before pulling me into another kiss.

Originally posted by tomshollandss

This is a Prank

Prompt: Jongin asks out a girl he likes but she rejects him bc she thinks its a prank

Genre: more fluff than angst

Word Count: 1534


Jongin sat down with a defeated huff and stared gloomily at the lunch that looked anything but appetizing now.

“She rejected you?” Baekhyun concluded, shocked at the news. Jongin could only grit his teeth and push the food around his bento tray with his metal chopsticks in total disinterest. Even Sehun looked surprised at the unexpected outcome. “Jeez…are you ok, hyung?”

“Not really, no,” Jongin mumbled back.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No, but I kinda feel like I owe it to you guys since you were willing to wait on her identity until I asked.”

“No, you don’t have to-”

“It’s fine, I’m gonna have to say it sooner or later.”

Baekhyun and Sehun waited in silence for a moment while Jongin sighed and pushed some food into his mouth. “I thought she was just shy at first or something when I went up to her. She even jumped a little when I said her name…it was kinda cute.”

Baekhyun stifled a smirk, knowing well enough that this was one of the worst times to tease his friend about how whipped he was for this girl. Sehun eyed him knowingly though, suffering the same reaction.

“But she just…I dunno, she looked kinda scared and for a second I thought she hated me.”

“What do you mean ‘hated you?’ I thought you said that you caught her staring at you sometimes.”

“I dunno, Baek. I really don’t, but then it gets weird. She was almost completely unresponsive when I started talking about how I thought she was cool and wanted to be her friend, and that made me so goddamn nervous, I was fucking stuttering. The whole time!”

“Wow, that’s-”

Baekhyun shushed Sehun.

“A-and when I finally asked if she wanted to get to know each other and become friends, she laughed at me.”

“What?” his friends responded in unison

“Yeah!”

“That’s dumb.”

“She asked if I was asking her out and sounded really bitter when she did, but I said yeah because that’s what I was pretty much doing right?”

“Right.”

“And then she said, and I quote, ‘Nice try, I’m not falling for this fucking prank’ and pretty much stormed off.” His two friends stared at him in disbelief. “I’ve never heard so much dislike in someone’s voice…It was awful.”


Everyone was quiet for a moment, digesting Jongin’s story, completely ignoring the food in front of them.


“She sounds like a bitch,” Sehun commented bluntly, breaking the silence.

“Shut up,” Jongin said with a frown and glared at his food. “She isn’t like that.”

“Well it sounds like it,” Baekhyun added.

“No,” Jongin insisted. “She’s not like that! She works at an animal shelter on the weekends and she does everything she can to make sure all the animals are ok and healthy and happy and that they go to loving families. She isn’t like that, someone with such a kind, caring heart can’t be like that!”

Baekhyun held up his hands in surrender. “Ok, ok, we get it…but when did you figure out she works at an animal shelter on the weekends?” Sehun smirked at his comment.

“I didn’t stalk her, ok? I was getting something for Monggu at the beginning of last summer and ran into her there. I was hoping she might remember me…”

“Well, whatever, but sorry she rejected you like that, hyung,” Sehun said as the bell rang to mark the end of lunch.

“Yeah, me too,” Baekhyun said sympathetically, helping Sehun clear the table. Jongin could only nod in acknowledgment as he repacked his almost untouched lunch.



It bothered him for the entire day, and Jongin couldn’t focus in class because of what happened. He was prepared for a no, but not a “fuck off” kind of no. After the day ended, he was determined enough to talk to her again at the animal shelter to at least figure out why she thought so poorly of him.


Saturday arrived and the nervous feeling that wouldn’t quite settle in his stomach almost convinced Jongin to abandon the whole ordeal and settle for licking his wounds and nursing his pride, but he forced himself to get up and make the trip to the animal shelter, mumbling and rehearsing an apologetic speech for her.

The little bells by the door chimed as he entered and a frantic “Close the door!” yelped somewhere from around the corner. A small puppy with a penchant for escapades and excited dashes for freedom clumsily sped around the wall and nearly crashed into Jongin’s legs. He hurriedly scooped it up and received a frantic struggle and friendly kisses. He heard an exhausted huff and looked up to see his crush make her way toward to door, hair no longer in place and face red from running around. She froze when she saw him holding the puppy.

“What are you doing here,” she asked in a low voice and straightened up her shirt.

“I was, well, I…was wondering…” The words got caught in his throat and he struggled to continue. She continued to watch him, eyebrows furrowing slightly in what Jongin could only guess as annoyance, so he let out a sigh and held the puppy a little closer into himself for subconscious support.

“I don’t want to bother you, really, but…can I know, well, why? I-I don’t want to really assume anything, but you don’t really seem to like me at all and I don’t know if i did anything wrong or if you just think I’m weird. I dunno, I-”

“You’re joking, right?” she said with contempt creeping into her voice. “I’m not falling for your tasteless pranks,” she spat out and reached for the dog to take him back. As soon as it was safe in her arms, she backed off as if Jongin’s presence itself was poisonous. “You guys already make fun of me enough, can’t you just leave me alone? How did you even know where I was today?! Please just get away from me!”

“No, wait! Really, I don’t know what you’re talking about! I’m so confused,” he said helplessly. She stared at him, analyzing his demeanor critically.

“Please, I really don’t understand what happened. Have I done something?”

“How did you know where I work?” she asked in disgust, controlling the fear in her voice.

“I came here last summer to get something for my dog, and I noticed you working here, that’s all, really, I promise I’m not creeping on you or anything!”

“This isn’t a prank?” She began to believe his sincerity.

“No!” Jongin insisted. “Why would you think it was a prank? We don’t even know each other very well, even though I…would like to get to know you better…”

“Why? It’s because of your nasty friends, that’s why!”

“What?”

“Baekhyun and Sehun, yes them,” she said in repulsion.

“I don’t-”

“They make fun of me any chance they get! Not even jokingly, I can take a joke, but your friends, they, th-they straight up bully me, and I don’t know why!”


Jongin was shocked into silence.


She began to tear up, but furiously fought them back. “So-s-so what if I can’t wear the nicest clothes all the time, and why do people feel such a strong urge to make fun of the ones who work hard to make their lives better, that’s so stupid!” She furiously turned and stormed off around the corner with the puppy clutched in her arms.

Jongin cautiously followed her, rage welling up inside against his friends. He didn’t even know this was going on, no wonder she reacted the way she did!

He watched her gently put the puppy back into its pen with the other littermates.

“I’m sorry if I confused you. I was just waiting for you to join in with them since you’re their friend, so I thought you were just mocking me,” she explained.

Jongin’s heart melted at her words. Even now, she was apologising for something that wasn’t even her fault. “It’s ok. I understand now,” he said quietly. “I'll…wow. I really need to sit those two down,” he muttered irritably.

She laughed a little before the two of them fell back into silence, watching as the pups played with each other.

“H-hey…if, umm, if it’s not to weird of a moment to ask this, but I…well…”

“It’s ok.”

“If I get them to stop, are you willing to give them another chance?”

She fell quiet and he could see her thinking hard. “I guess I suppose so…I really don’t want to, but everyone needs second chances. Honestly though, it’d be easier to give you a second chance. You don’t seem that bad,” she concluded and gave him a small grin.

Jongin’s stomach flipped a nervous-excited loop. “Really?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“I’ll fix this, I promise. I’m so sorry that they treated you like that, I’m honestly really shocked and beyond pissed, but they’re better than that, I swear.”

“I believe you.”

She could barely get through her sentence before the escape artist pup wriggled through the bars to indulge in another adventure. The two spent the next few minutes chasing excited yaps with the growing hope of of a happier future.

Monsta X Reaction to Their GF Speaking A Different Language When They Angry

Shownu:

You were busy and your boyfriend wants to cuddle to you.

“Shownu. I’m busy right now.”

“I don’t care.”

You couldn’t stand him and get angry then spoke your native language suddenly.

“What?”

Originally posted by gthir

Wonho:

You were cooking and you cut your finger. And you spoke with your language.

“Y/N.Are you okay?”

“I don’t understand.What?”

Then you realise.

“Oh yes I’m okay just a little cut but it hurts.”

Originally posted by kihn

Minhyuk:

You were discussing something about and then you started to speak your language.He was like ‘ What the?’

“Oh sorry I was thinking about something different.”

Originally posted by byewonho

*imagine he was staring at you like this.

Jooheon:

“No Jooheon. I don’t want to go there.”

“But babyyy!!”

“I said no.” He was acting cute again and you pissed

“I said no Jooheon why are you like this?” You said in your language.

“I can only understand Jooheon. What?”

Originally posted by changkyunned

Hyungwon:

You were talking on the phone and suddenly you started to talk your language.Hyungwon was watching you all the time.

“Were you angry?”

“What? Why?”

“Because you were speaking in your language.”

“Oh..”

Originally posted by 94wons

Kihyun:

You were angry at Kihyun and you were still talking but he was looking so blank.

“Please speak as I can understand when you are angry. Maybe you were swearing.”

“No I wasn’t.I didn’t realise,sorry.”

Originally posted by kihyuon

I.M:

“What did you say?”

“I said you- Wait I spoke with my language again?”

“See because of you when I’m angry I always do this.”

“I didn’t do anything.I’m innocent.”

Originally posted by kkngie

Texas Trip

Summary: The reader is going to Texas to visit her grandmother, but the reader and Bucky can’t seem to be apart for too long.

Word Count: 1451

A/N: I was in Texas at my grandparent’s ranch, and I wrote this and a couple others on my phone. I just got home and now I am able to actually post these! Hope you guys like it!


   You were packing for your trip back home to Texas when there was a knock at the door.

  “I got it,” you roommate, Michelle, hollered from the living room.

  “Hey Michelle,” your boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, wrapped his flesh arm around her shoulders in a half hug, “How are you?”

  “Pretty good. Just trying to stay cool. Y/N is in her room packing,” she pointed towards your room.

  He gave her a sweet smile as he made his way to your room. He knocked on your partially open door, “Hey doll.”

  You turned around from your closet and smiled, “Hi baby.” You walked up to him and planted a kiss on his lips, “What are you doing here?”

  He brushed the hair from your face, “I just wanted to come see you.”

  You chuckled, “We have a dinner date in a couple hours, Buck.”

  “I know, but I wanted to see you before that,” he gave you a sad smile.   

  “Bucky, I am only gonna be gone for five days,” you turned back to your closet.

  “I know but still,” he mumbled as he laid down on your bed.

  You sighed at his comment. You guys have been going out for about a year now and you guys have never been apart for longer than a day. You pulled out a shirt and walked over to your suitcase, “You know, you could always come with me. Nana would love to see you.” Every time you called your grandmother she would ask where James was and how he was doing. Needless to say, she approved of your relationship with Bucky and she adored him.

  Bucky smiled and picked at your comforter, “No, I don’t want to crash your visit with Nana. Besides we both know she would spend the whole time talking about how great I am.”

  You scoffed, “Think much of yourself?”

  Bucky burst out laughing, “Are you jealous that your nana loves me more?”   

  You rolled your eyes, “Oh get over yourself, Bucky.”

  He grabbed your hand and pulled you to him, wrapping his long arms around your waist, “But in all seriousness, you need some one on one time with your grandma. She misses you.”

  You ran your fingers threw his hair and smiled, “I am going to miss you.”

  “Well you better,” he squeezed your a little tighter, “Why don’t we go to dinner now?”

  You looked at your suitcase, “Yeah okay.”


 The next morning at 4:30, Bucky was carrying your bag as you walked up to escalators that went up to airport security. 

  You turned to him, “Okay, baby, I have to go.”

  He nodded and cleared his throat, “Okay. Come here,” he pulled you into his arms, “You call me when you land, and when you get to the ranch.”

   "I will,“ you took in a deep breath, taking in his scent.

   He leaned down and kissed your lips, “I love you, pretty girl.”

  “I love you too,” you brushed his cheek with your hand, “If you change your mind, you know you can always come down to Texas and hangout.”

  He kissed your forehead, “I think I will be okay. Just don’t be surprised if I FaceTime you a hundred times.”

  You smiled and squeezed his hand, “Bye Bucky.”

  “Bye, Y/N,” he stood at the bottom of the escalators and watched as you disappeared into the airport security crowd.


  When you landed you called and talked to Bucky the whole way down to baggage claim and while you waited for your bags. You could hear that he was already missing you and was longing your touch in his voice. It broke your heart because you really did want him to come on this trip with you, but he instead that you go on your own. You got into your rental car and started the two hour drive to your family ranch. 

  When you finally got to the ranch you were exhausted from the day of traveling, but your Nana and childhood best friend, Jasmine, were waiting for you to go and do stuff in town. The whole time you were trying to enjoy yourself, but you couldn’t help but feel like Bucky should be there.

  “You sure do love him don’t you?” you nana asked watching you smile after reading a text from him.

  You smiled and felt yourself blushing, “I’m kinda fond of him.”

  “They are all over each other, all the time,” Jasmine said as she looked through a clothing rack.

  You rolled your eyes as you nana replied, “Well why did he come? I would love to have James here too! He is always welcome here!”

  “He knows that, he just wanted me to have a one on one trip with you,” you smiled.

  “Do you miss him?” Nana asked quietly.

  You nodded. She smiled and patted your back as she walked towards Jasmine. 


  The rest of the day was a blur, you ran around and saw people, went shopping, and did different errands before you went back to the ranch. 

  You finally got into bed around 10 o'clock. You grabbed your phone and tried to FaceTime Bucky but all it did was ring. So you text him and told him that you were sorry for not calling him sooner, that you would call him in the morning and good night. You turned over and were asleep in minutes.

  “Y/N?” you nana sang, “I got coffee brewing.”

   You turned and looked at the clock, surprised that you actually slept in. You smiled and kissed your nana’s cheek, “I’ll be right in. Just let me brush my teeth and wash my face.”

  She patted your arm and gave you mischief grin. You shook your head as you walked into the bathroom.

  Five minutes later you walked into the kitchen to see your nana cooking a big breakfast, “Nana, is it gonna be more than just the two of us for breakfast?” you asked stealing a piece of bacon.

  She swatted your hand, “Well no, but it’s your first breakfast of the trip, so I wanted to kick it off right!”

  You laughed as you started to set the table. About ten minutes later the dogs started barking like crazy, “What in the world?” you asked as you started to walk to the window to see what the problem was.

  Nana grabbed your hand, “Oh the cattle are close to the gate. Will you go out and get me the fresh jug of orange juice?”

  You nodded and walked into the garage to get the juice that you bought yesterday. When you walked back into the house, Nana called out that breakfast was ready. You walked into the kitchen and stopped in your tracks. 

  There sitting at your grandmother’s table was Bucky with a big smile and a bouquet of a dozen sunflowers, “Hey there pretty girl,” he stood up.

   You still couldn’t find words. Your mouth was hanging open as you looked between your grandmother and your boyfriend.

  “I called James yesterday and told him that you were just pitiful without him and that he needed to get out here because my girl missed him,” Nana smiled as she wiped her hands.

  You walked over and gave her a big hug while Bucky still stood there waiting for you to greet him.

  She pulled away, “I am gonna go to the garden and get some tomatoes.”

  As soon as she turned the corner you jumped up and wrapped your arms around Bucky’s neck, kissing him.

  He laughed as he held you tight, “I guess someone missed me more than they thought they would?”

  You buried your face in his neck, “I just missed my human body pillow.”

  “Oh yeah, I’m sure,” he pulled you back to look at you, “I don’t think we can do trips apart. Work is one thing, but things like this we should never be apart. It is just not good for either of us." 

  You chuckled as you nodded your head, "I agree. No more separate trip.”

  He kissed your forehead, “I love you.”

  “I love you too,” you held his hand tight.

  “Alright love birds,” your nana said walking back in, “let’s eat!”

   During breakfast you caught Bucky stealing sweet glances at you while Nana was talking to him about different things that were going on in small town Texas. You couldn’t help but feel like a school girl near him. It was in that moment that you realized how madly, head over heals in love with James Buchanan Barnes. He was the one who you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, and there was not a single doubt in your mind about that.

  1. “I thought you liked dudes?”
  2. “I thought you liked girls?”
  3. “I thought you were gay?”
  4. “I thought you were straight?”
  5. “I though you were a lesbian?”
  6. “So you’re not gay? and you’re not straight?”
  7. “So you like guys and girls?”
  8. “So.. Everyone is just hot to you?”
  9. “I can’t decide if i should go with [feminine name] or [masculine name]?”
  10. “What do you mean i can’t wear these three colors all the time?”
  11. “I don’t wanna watch that movie! I have a crush on almost everyone in it!”
  12. “So, when did you find out?”
  13. “When I found out?..”
  14. “You know my sexuality. Tell me yours.”
  15. “Wait!? You too?!”
  16. “I don’t know how, I don’t know why.” 
  17. “I don’t know how, I don’t know why but I like ladies and I like guys.”
  18. “I realize it’s a surprise but now I see that that’s just me.” 
  19. “I’m gettin’ bi.” 
  20. “Oh yeah, I’m lettin’ my bi flag fly.”
  21. “Oh yeah, I’m lettin’ my bi flag fly, not gonna hide it..” 
  22. “Not gonna hide it, not gonna lie.”
  23. “Not gonna lie, I’m a bi kinda guy/gal.”
  24. “I’m a bi kinda guy/gal.”
  25.  “There’s no reason to be shy.” 
  26. “My, oh my, it’s a fact I can’t deny.”
  27. “My, oh my, it’s a fact I can’t deny, I’m bi, bi, bi until the day I die.”
  28. “I’m bi, bi, bi until the day I die.” 
  29. “Now some may say, ‘oh you’re just gay, why don’t you just go gay all the way?’ but that’s not it ‘cause bi’s legit.” 
  30. “But that’s not it, ‘cause bi’s legit.” 
  31. “Whether you’re a he or a she, we might be a perfect fit.” 
  32. “And more thing I tell you what; being bi does not imply that you’re a player or a slut.”
  33. “Sure, I like sex but I’m no how. I take things slow until feel at ease.”
  34. “So, if you ask me how I’m doing; I’m feeling preppy, sprightly, spry; I’m gettin’ bi.”
  35. “And it’s something I’d like to demystify; it’s not a phase, I’m not confused, not indecisive; I don’t have the ‘gotta choose’ blues.” 
  36. “It’s not a phase. I’m not confused. Not indecisive. I don’t have the ‘gotta choose’ blues.”
  37. “It’s not a phase.”
  38. “I’m not confused.”
  39. “Not indecisive.”
  40. “I don’t have the ‘gotta choose; blues.”
  41. “I don’t care if you wear high heels or a tie, you might just catch my eye because I’m definitely bi.”
  42. “You might just catch my eye because I’m definitely bi.”
  43. “I’m definitely bi.”
  44. “It doesn’t take an intellectual to get that I’m bisexual.” 
  45. “I’m so bi, it hurts.” 
  46. “My bi-fi signal is strong.” 
  47. “I’m bisexual, I get it maybe twice a year.”
  48. “Yes, I’m bisexual; no, I’m not attracted to everyone I see.” 
  49. “I like my coffee how I like my men/women, I also like tea.” 
  50. “I like my men/women how I like my women/men.” 
  51. “Hey, here’s a joke. I like my men/women how I like my women/men. That’s it, that’s the joke. I’m bisexual.”
  52. “Being straight was my phase.”
  53. “Support bisexuals.”
  54. “Support your local bisexual, take them out for pizza.”
  55. “I swing both ways.”
  56. “There are so many perks to being bisexual.” 
  57. “I just discovered a con to being bisexual. Rejection.”
  58. “Bisexual privilege is being able to say ‘all bi myself’ when you’re single.” 
  59. “Gimme a bi-high five.”
  60. “I’m clearly bisexual from hell.”
The Labyrinth Chapter 17

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU
Pairing: Reader/Jimin
Length: 2.1k
Summary: Finding an injured boy collapsing in front of your house, you decide to help him, only to find out he’s associated with some underground business. After that fateful night, you surprisingly find him in the new class you had just transferred into.

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Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

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anonymous asked:

how RFA would act after MC kills herself

Author’s note: TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of suicide || once again, I love you all. ok?

Yoosung

  • he deleted his LOLOL account
  • he didn’t find it as enjoyable when you weren’t there for him to brag to
  • when he finally left the house to buy groceries, he broke down in the middle of the store
  • the workers had to take his phone and called Seven to come pick him up
  • everything reminded him of you
  • and every time something would
  • he would cry
  • he had lost Rika
  • and now with you gone
  • he was no longer Yoosung
  • but a hollow shell of the man he used to be

Zen

  • He called your phone and listened as it went to voicemail
  • He just wanted to hear your voice
  • He collected every single picture off you
  • And took the pillow you slept on
  • And the shampoo your hair always smelled like
  • And he set it all up in his closet
  • And every night, he would go in there and talk to you
  • “I-I hope you’re listening to me. I miss you. I-I… WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME, DAMN IT?”
  • he couldn’t remember the last time he didn’t dream of you
  • you haunted his nightmares every night
  • But he would always
  • always
  • wake up to an even worse one
  • a nightmare with you is better than a life without you

Jaehee

  • Her entire life was thrown off
  • For the next week, she made breakfast for two
  • Set the table for two
  • Recorded your shows so you could watch them later
  • She just kept waiting for you to walk through the front door, smiling
  • When it clicked in her brain that you weren’t coming back
  • She lost it
  • When she didn’t show up to work for a week, Jumin went to her house
  • And when he waked in, and saw how messy it was
  • and saw all of your clothes scattered around the room
  • and saw Jaehee
  • crying
  • he called the RFA and told them to come as soon as possible

Jumin

  • He stopped talking
  • He stopped leaving the house
  • Jaehee had to take Elly away and care for her, because Jumin just stopped
  • His life just
  • stopped
  • each of the RFA members would visit him, but he would just sit on the couch and stare at a photo of you
  • Then, one day, the entire gang decided to show up
  • “Jumin? It’s been two weeks, please just say something.”
  • “…”
  • Seven rolled his eyes. “Don’t ask so politely, Yoosung. He won’t respond to it.”
  • “…”
  • Zen sat down next to him
  • “Jumin… you know, she wouldn’t want you to be this way. MC-“
  • In a flash, Jumin had Zen by the neck
  • “Don’t you dare say her name.”
  • “Jumin!”
  • “JUMIN LET GO OF ZEN!”
  • Jumin glared at him for another second before resuming his old position
  • Zen sighed and put his arm around the businessman
  • “Zen, I wouldn’t-“
  • “Don’t worry, Jaehee. He didn’t mean to.”
  • “…”
  • “Jumin?”
  • “…”
  • “She loved you.”
  • And for the first time since your death
  • Jumin showed some emotions
  • He cried

707

  • He stayed with Yoosung
  • He had to get away from anything the reminded him of you
  • and that included every single inch of his house
  • The RFA took shifts watching him
  • Feeding him
  • Forcing him to sleep
  • He stopped taking care of himself, and they were all afraid of what he would do if he was alone
  • He gave up on HB chips and Dr. Pepper
  • He gave up on hacking
  • Then, when it was Zen’s turn to visit him:
  • “Seven, we can’t just watch as you give up your life!”
  • “…”
  • “Seven?”
  • “My life was taken away the moment hers was.”
Draco x reader. (Trying to study?!)

Hi! Could you write an imagine where the reader is trying to study and do homework in the library but then draco comes and constantly tries to annoy her because he has a crush on her? ————————————–

It was a bright Sunday morning. (Y/n) was up early and walked over to the great hall with her books in her hands. “(Y/n) wait up!” Blaise yelled. She stopped abruptly and turned around. “Goodmorning blaise, since when do you get up this early.” Blaise smirked. “Quiditch practice, every Sunday morning before breakfast.” (Y/n) looked around to see if their where more quiditch players. “Why are you heading to the great hall than?” She said. “I can’t train on an empty stomach! That is why I’m up so early. Why are you up so early?” Blaise walked over to the slytherin table with (y/n) after him. “I really need to study for the upcoming tests. I didn’t start yet..” blaise looked shocked. “Good luck with that! You only have 3 days left to study for 2 major tests!” (Y/n) sighed. “I know.” (Y/n) grabbed a green apple from the table. “Sorry blaise got to go! Talk to you soon!” She headed out of the great hall quickly.


“Watch where you-” draco’s face impression changed as soon as he saw who he just bumped into. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” She padded draco’s shoulder and walked towards the library. “What are you doing?! The great hall is that way you know.” Draco shouted behind her. “Studying!” She sang to him.


After two hours of studying in the library she was sunken deep into her thoughts. She was staring out of the window. “Studying.. aha.” She turned around And saw draco standing behind her. “Until you came.” Draco smirked. “Aha.. studying..” draco grabbed her book and layed it on to the highest shelf. “Draco stop it. I was planning on studying again.” Draco walked away. “Draco?!” He turned around and grabbed the book. Draco walked to another shelf and layed it on their. (Y/n) hung on draco’s arm trying to stop it from happening. “I NEED to study! Or else I will fail!” Draco sat down on the nearest chair. “What do you want from me?!” She said sighting. Draco didn’t answer. (Y/n) didn’t bother to talk to draco again and walked out of the library.

“(Y/n)? I thought you needed to study?” Said blaise. “Draco wouldn’t give me my book back. Really childish if you ask me, so I don’t bother talking to him again. I’m going to burrow a book from a fellow slytherin.” Blaise grabbed her by the arm carefully so she wouldn’t walk away. “Wait here.” Said blaise while running into the library.


After 2 minutes walked draco of the library with two books in his hands. Blaise walked past him giving him a quick wink. “Hard isn’t it?” She said teasingly to draco. Draco gave (y/n) the books. “Why did you grab my books? I feel like I’m a teacher in kindergarten, saying to kids they can’t touch things that aren’t theirs!” Draco smiled. “I’m sorry.. I just..” (y/n) watched draco slowly. “I don’t want to sound creepy.. but I think of you all the time. When I wake up, when I get to sleep, during lessons. I just wanted your attention for once. All of it. And.. yeah.. I like you. A lot. I just find it hard to say that..” she smiled from ear to ear. “That’s so sweet of you.. but you didn’t have to hide my books from me to make that clear. A simple letter would do it for me. I’m not that difficult you know.” She said smirking.

Originally posted by nellaey

You’re my shelter

Fandom: Shadowhunters

Pairing: Alec Lightwood x Reader

General Summery: Betrayed feelings lead to a combat session that involves lip contact.Or the one where Alec stands up to his mom and the readers deepest desire comes to life.

Warnings: -

A/N:      For http://ly-canthr0pe.tumblr.com/.    Hello lovely people !
This one was requested on Tumblr but it got out of hand. So basically this was supposed to be a sparring session and stolen kisses but really it turned out slightly different because apprently characters have their own mind. Lydia was inspired by the new promo pictures so yeah here we go.
Happy Reading !excuse my rusty skills and potential mistakes, English is not my first language. Keep the requests coming e.g (x) , fandoms I write about (x), my ask box (x), my collection of stories (x)

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Originally posted by katherinewinchester


*gif not mine*

Being a female shadowhunter was by far not easy. It was still a male dominated business where women weren’t necessarily seen as successful or skilful. That was of course pure bullshit and you knew it. You were living proof. There was no one who was as good as you in covert investigations or let alone at firing a gun. Isabelle Lightwood and you had earned the men’s trust and respect in the Institute and even in Idris they knew your names. There was a certain pride that came with that and you hoped other young girls would follow. But right now, your biggest problem was something else entirely.

‘’ Tell me you’re joking!’’
Your shocked voice echoed in the small VIP room that you and Izzy were currently seated in, waiting for that long-hunted demon to follow your invitation.
You had been focused on the loud techno music blasting through the club walls, dressed in nothing but a tight black dress and some killer High Heels .
Izzy had been your parabatai since you two have been 10. You grew up around the Lightwood family, you had admired her older brother Alec like your own. That was until you grew boobs and he suddenly became something entirely else. No wonder those news made you forget about the demon.
‘’ Her name is Lydia. We met her last year in Idris, do you remember that honey blond girl cooing over Max? ‘’
You could do nothing more than stare at Izzy.
‘’ Mother thinks they’ll reproduce, and let me quote her, ‘worthy heirs’ . Bringing fortune and pride to the family.’’ The black-haired beauty snorted really unladylike while crossing her legs.
‘’ Alec wasn’t supposed to know until she would come to visit but he eavesdropped.’’
You crossed your arms feeling jealousy boiling through your entire being.
‘’ So he’s being forced to marry? ‘’
Isabelle smiled sleepily, observing you very closely before she shot you a knowing look.
‘’ He threw a tantrum . I have never seen Alec so angry and furious, he yelled at our mother and said things he would have normally never said. He left .’’
You have seen Alec angy before, but the oh so –composed Alec losing it?
‘’ What do you mean with he left?’’
‘’He left.’’ Izzy shrugged. You could clearly see the pride sparkling behind her dark orbs.
‘’ He said that he would no longer a part of this family if we prided ourselves with arranged marriages. ‘’
He did what? You felt pride knowing Alec had stood up to his mother but that was quickly replaced by worry. There was literally nothing he loved more than his family and his friends. The betrayal he felt was most likely tremendous.
‘’I think he plans on crashing at yours since he moved out of this room in the Institute after receiving congratulations from the other for his engagement. .’’, Izzy said casually before standing up.
‘’Alec plans what? Isabelle ! Why haven’t you told me this earlier? You know I would have-‘’
‘’Exactly!’’, she interrupted .
‘’You would have gone looking for him cancelling this mission. As much as you love being a Shadowhunter, you love my brother more. Everyone knows, Y/N. That’s the reason Alec will probably seek comfort in you instead of in Jace. Even though he is his parabatai. But I can’t let you fail this mission if we both want to change our society from within. So get yourself together.’’
You knew she was right. You wouldn’t have spent a second thought about this demon if you had known what was going on. Literally everyone knew you liked Alec more than a brother or even more than a friend. You and Alec were really close that’s why you had made sure he would never figure it out. It would destroy your whole friendship and living without him wasn’t an option. So you settled for less, and that had been okay. Until today.
You stretched the material of your dress a little before you planted a determined smile on your lips.
‘’Well then let’s get over with that. I have a business to take care of.’’
Izzy snickered while throwing you a sneaky grin.
‘’That business is going to need a place to sleep, you know. And you have a king-sized bed if I’m not mistaken…’’
You laughed at that, rolling your eyes before opening the door to welcome your target.
‘’On it.’’

Isabelle and you had killed that demon, knowing you were supposed to report back to Hodge and the others didn’t keep you from heading home as fast as possible. Isabelle would take over the report not caring about what kind of expression that would leave with you skipping on your liabilities.
The moment you stepped through your front door you were sure of Alec’s presence. He had a key, just in case, and he had used it judged by that discarded shirt on the dresser. Not caring about those High Heels that were killing your feet you entered your living room, taking in the mess of displaced furniture. Your eyes focused on the man standing at the window, looking lost. Apparently he had used your flat for some training according to his heaving chest.
Alec turned around facing you not masking the anger and hurt that he was currently feeling. The great thing about your relationship was that neither had to talk to know what the other was thinking or feeling. He had never been a great talker, and you were always a great listener.
It only took a second for you to reach him , wrapping your arms around him and laying your head against his chest. He didn’t ask whether you knew he just pulled you closer and laid his chin on your head. Closing your eyes you inhaled his scent, familiar and soothing. It smelled like home.
You felt his arms tightening around you and all your worry and anxiety left your body. He was here, he was okay and he would figure it out.
A small sigh escaped Alec’s lips as he looked down on you.
‘’What is this? ‘’ A tug at your dress.
‘’ A dress.’’, you answered looking up. Why was he so damn tall?
‘’ Says who?’’
You laughed and shoved against his chest. Wait no, come back !
‘’Are you quoting Clueless?’’ you asked disbelieving while a smile was forming on Alec’s lips.
‘’Possible. You made me watch it 50 times, what can I say.’’
You snorted while stepping away from him and out of your heels.
‘’ A mission required these clothes. Now tell me did you plan on sleeping on the floor so you moved all my furniture to the wall or did you feel like redecorating?’’
You tried to focus on his face, but his bare torso made that impossible. By the angels, how good looking could someone be ? You trailed your eyes down his stomach stopping at the small trail of hair leading into his pants. God. You groaned silently telling yourself to get it together.
‘’ I take you don’t sue me for passing threshold without asking? ‘’
You grinned at him while entering the kitchen to get a glass of water.
‘’I trained. I tried to release a little of that energy but…’’
You didn’t notice how his eyes took in your whole body as you stretched up to reach a glass. How his eyes traveled down your legs admiring the view he was getting.
‘’Give me a minute, I need a sparring partner anyways.’’
You were missing the appreciated smile that was forming on Alec’s lips. He knew you only said that so he could release some of his anger. Your worry for him was clearly showing and the way you had allowed him to crash at your apartment without actually saying it supported the knowledge that he had about you being always there for him.

‘’ 1…2…3’’,you groaned while you tried to defend yourself as Alec’s limbs moved so quickly you almost couldn’t keep up. You changed into some workout clothes and switched from sparring to hand to hand combat training. You breathed heavily, focusing on finding a weak spot to bring Alec down. But damn, that guy was fast and his hand-eye coordination was at its finest. Telling him to pour all his anger in his moves had been a pretty bad idea, since he took that literal.
‘’Fuck’’, you muttered under your breath before you managed to confuse him by faking a punch and pulling out his leg finally.
Alec groaned as he landed on his back before you swiftly moved over him to secure his body on the floor.
His face was so close that you could feel his heavy breath on your lips.
‘’Pour it all into your moves, Alec.’’
He growled angrily meeting your eyes with stormy ones.
‘’Arranged marriage is medieval. You’re angry for a reason. Your mother shouldn’t have done that.’’ You placed your hands on either side of his face watching him comb through his hair.
‘’Any more motivational speeches, Y/N?’’, he teased you.
‘’Well, you just lost to a girl.’’ He scrunched his nose and that was the moment you could not hold back any longer.
In a swift motion you brought your face closer to his and pressed as soft kiss to his lips.
How on earth could a boy’s lips be that soft?
There was a minute you weren’t sure whether you’ve done the right thing. But the moment you moved away a little, facing him and noticing the glimmer in his it just clicked. Every puzzle piece fell into place and there was this certainty of no going back.
‘’ Losing to a girl isn’t a shame, Y/N. But I think I’ve found my motivation.’’
His voice was low as he shot up, grabbing your arms and spinning you on your back. He placed your hands above your head by clasping your fingers with each other. A nib at your lip before he pressed his against yours, moaning lowly as your tongues met. Making out with Alec Lightwood? That surely must be a dream. You weren’t the one to complain, though. You bit into his upper lip receiving a growl that was enough distraction for you to flip him over, grinning down on him winningly before you got up.
‘’ Enough motivation for you to fight properly?’’, you teased him preparing for his attack.
He didn’t disappoint you , Alec had you against the wall a second later. His face was so close that your noses were almost touching.
‘’I’m not marrying Lydia.’’, he said serious while looking in your eyes, searching for an answer.
‘’I hope not.’’, you replied breathlessly, hypnotized by the way his body felt against yours , his lean muscles tangible against your softer curves.
‘’ I don’t want her. It’s always been you.’’ Barely a whisper. But you heard him.
You swallowed, softly placing your hand against his neck.
‘’Please don’t marry her. I couldn’t bear it.’’, you whispered truthfully, baring your soul.
A soft smile was grazing his lips as he pressed the softest of all kisses on your lips.
‘’It will always be you.’’, cradling your face in his hands he kissed you until you heard a certain someone clearing her throat.
‘’ So I came to make sure everything was alright and whether my brother had a place to crash but I guess I just got my answer. Also, can I tell these news our parents, pretty pretty please?‘’
It was almost painful to avert your eyes from Alec’s but you managed and shot your parabatai an annoyed look.
‘’Can’t you knock? Or ring the bell?’’
She shrugged holding up a spare key.
‘’You gave me this, didn’t you.’’
You groaned, rolling your eyes feeling the low rumble of laughter in Alec’s chest.
‘’ My apartment has been taken over by the Lightwood siblings, God help me.’’

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anon asked: hope I’m not too late! but Hc where jikook go to a vacation or honeymoon to Hawaii 💕 totally inspired by bon voyage season 2 😂

sooo this is probably not what you were looking for at all lmao. it’s angsty and it takes place during bon voyage when jikook had to share a room. it’s uh…….different than my usual style i think. i hope you like it anyway!! (also guess who listened to serendipity while writing this)


Jimin tried to have fun. All the other members were having a good time, playing around. He wanted to join them, but there was so much on his mind. Everything was eating him up inside.

He was supposed to share a bed with Jungkook tonight. Not just the same room, but the same damn bed. The universe seemed like it was out to get him, but at the same time, he knew that wasn’t the case.

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