you know that she loves you and you yourself accept that you are in fact crazy about her

Slight Changes || Park Jimin

Originally posted by lonastic

Word Count: 1.9k

Genre: Angst/Fluff


“You can’t be serious Y/N, it wasn’t even my fault.” You ignored Jimin’s voice as you stormed away from him and walked into the kitchen. The only thing you wanted to do right now was get away from him, but it seemed that no matter how far you got from him he would just appear right behind you again.

“Yes, Jimin, I am serious. What would make you think otherwise?” Your tone was bitter, anger flooding through you and exiting in the form of words. There was no other way for you to release it so you just had to deal with trying your best to stay calm and not completely flip out on your boyfriend. Jimin sighed loudly before speaking again, causing you to turn around and look at him.

“She was just a fan, fan’s get close. It’s not my fault.” He argued. You rolled your eyes, feeling more anger rise at the fact that he was trying to defend himself over this. The picture had been all over twitter and it seemed that ARMY’s were going crazy over it. They had been tweeting it at you, waiting for some kind of reaction, but you held back until the moment he got home and you could confront him about it.

“It’s your fault that you didn’t try to ask her to move, and it’s your fault that you didn’t mention me, you know, your girlfriend.” You said.

“God you always get like this.” Jimin’s tone surprised you, and you couldn’t help but feel a little taken aback by his words. There wasn’t anything about it that was very different, just a slight undertone of frustration that you weren’t used to. Jimin was always calm with you, even now while you were practically yelling at you he was keeping his normal tone.

“What do you mean I always get like this?” You asked.

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Allow me to rant about Maggie and Sanvers

When we first meet Maggie, we learned three basic things about the character: she’s an out and proud lesbian, she’s a cocky little shit, she cares a lot about people. For a while, this is all we had to hold on to. Maggie’s layers were added painstakingly slowly, and you had to pay attention to see what they were. Looking back, the traits that made Maggie Sawyer the woman we love, were always there, we just didn’t know it.

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Family Dinner

Originally posted by septimvsmalfoy


Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

Request: “43 – Zach Dempsey”

Prompt:

43. “I didn’t bring you here to tease me.”

Word count: 1.339

Posted: 25th of May 2017

A/N: Another Zach imagine, but I excuse myself if you find some grammar errors. It’s 01:12 and I am so sleepy. I wanted to post something and I read the imagine to correct it, but my eyes are closing by themselves. Sorry!
Anyways, I am listening to Miles’ podcast while I was writing this, until now, and I am really enjoying it. His voice is angelic and I love him so freaking much, aw. Boyfriend backstories, though. I really need Miles and I need him to be more active in social medias. Ah, the feels.
Last thing: I hope you enjoy the imagine, although I think that it’s boring, but enjoy! Thank you, guys!

P.S.: I am not accepting any part 2 requests for my prompt imagines. Sorry.

- G. x

Link: Prompt List

Warning: (Y/L/N) is Your Last Name.


“Dinner is almost ready, guys!” Karen, your boyfriend’s mum, shouted from the kitchen as she prepared some delicious food for you and the family. You wanted to help her, also as a token of your gratitude, but she declined your offer. It bothered you, but she insisted that you were a guest and guests usually shouldn’t do anything when they were welcomed in the Dempsey’s residence.

“Alright, mum!” Zach answered happily and relieved because his stomach was already growling loudly for hunger. You told him to eat a snack before going home but he didn’t listen to you, being the hard-headed guy that he was.

You both got up from the couch and you made your way to the dining room. The table was well-set, cutleries and glasses at their right places, and his sister, May, was already sitting on her usual place. You wandered your eyes around the room and you noticed that his mum really prepared too much for the dinner. She cleaned every angle of the room and the floor was brightly shining.

“Love birds!” May exclaimed to tease her brother. Zach was a reserved person when it came to his family. He didn’t keep secrets from his mother, but he was shy and quiet type of guy with them. He never showed them his naughtiness, that would come out only when he was with you alone, at school or in bed, obviously. He didn’t like divulging information about his relationship status in front of his family, mostly with his mother’s presence. “How was your cuddling session going there?”

“May!” Zach approached and he rolled his eyes. You softly giggled for your boyfriend’s actions and red-tinted face. He was obviously embarrassed and, luckily, his mother was too concentrated on what she was doing.

“What?” His sister looked at the two of you as you sat on your respective places and her eyeballs swung back and forth between you and Zach. She was observing your actions and you couldn’t deny that she was a good observer. She had the capacity to observe and to reflect, to remember and to picture the happenings. “It was just an innocent question.”

“Innocent? Right.” Zach huffed and glared at you as soon as he heard your soft laugh. “You are way too young to know these things, May.” And, that time, you knew that he was being overprotective and cosseting brother. He has always been and you found it sweet and cute.

“Zach, she’s not two anymore. She hears things like these in middle school. Do you know that?” You defended May against his brother and she nodded her head to confirm your statements, totally agreeing with you. You caressed your vexed boyfriend’s hand to calm him, letting him know that you weren’t against him, but you were just stating a fact.

“(Y/N) is right, Zach! You’ve been a Middle School student too, you should know what’s going on in those halls and classrooms.” May supported your opinion and you both laughed as you saw Zach rolling his eyes and you heard him huffing, defenceless.

“Stop the blabbering now, the food is ready.”  His mother blurted out as she stood in front of the dining table with a bowl in her hands.  

She attentively put the bowl in the middle of the table, trying not to spill the food. Zach helped her to get the remaining food from the kitchen counter. After all, he was a great, responsible and educated son. His mother grew him well and you would never stop thanking her for raising a civilized and knowledgeable son like Zach.

You then started to eat, doing his family’s daily routines before every meal. You wanted to respect his family, of course. Your parents raised you well and they somehow taught you some good manners.

“So, what were you talking about?” Zach’s mother asked as you chewed your food thoroughly, avoiding the annoying sound that you could possibly have made by chewing.

“Nothing, Mum!” Zach blushed as panic wrapped his body. He was embarrassed and he surely didn’t want to let her know what the chitchatting before was all about.

“Oh, it was about how cute they were when cuddling and Zach was just bewildered.” May nonchalantly responded as she fiddled with the fork on her hand.

“My little baby is still embarrassed when it came to talking about his relationship status.” His mum cheekily teased Zach and he pouted as if he was showing how offended he was.

“Mum!” He approached and you just laughed because of his reaction.

“Zach, I’m sure that they are happy that you have someone with you. There’s no need to be shy, they are part of your family.” You stated and you earned some nods and smiles from May and Karen.

“She’s incredibly right!” May agreed and you smiled back at her. She’s always declared that she liked you for Zach and that she was jubilant because his brother found someone who really knew how to make him contented of his life.

“Zach, honey, it doesn’t bother me at all and you know that you can always talk to me, right?” His mum assured him and he just nodded, realizing that you were right.

“You are absolutely right again, my princess.” Zach said as he rolled his eyes. He couldn’t swallow that only right things came out from your mouth. “Strangely.”

“It’s not my fault if I think before I speak, love.” You pointed it out playfully. You heard his family laughing and Zach shook his head in disbelief. He was satisfied that you had your confidence with your family, but he regretted it as you formed a group against him.

“She really knows you, Zach!” May stated proudly. Zach nodded his head, finally giving up. “That’s why I like her.”

“You like her because you have a partner in crime when it came to me, you had a partner when it came to vexing and teasing me.” Zach sarcastically pointed out. “And, you, Ms. (Y/L/N),”

“Me?” You pointed yourself with your index finger and an eyebrow raised. You were confused, but seeing Zach a little bit miffed made you laugh and contented.

“Yes, baby.” Zach’s face became serious. “I didn’t bring you here to tease me.” He then gave you a playful and wide smile as he poked your sides, trying to find your ticklish part of the body.

“Oh,” His mum exclaimed. “we love her presence also for that reason, son.” She stated and a loud laugh was heard in the dining room. You caught Zach’s index finger and you held it as you stopped him from his devilish plan.

“Sure, you do!” Sarcasm was heard from Zach’s voice and he exasperatedly sighed. He finally gave up as he knew that he could never win against the most important girls in his life. He just loved you so much that he couldn’t really get angry of your actions.

“Sorry, not sorry!” His mum and May said simultaneously, making you and Zach laugh out loud. Zach finally let himself in and decided to have a little bit of fun.

You loved Zach and his family because of its bond and craziness. The members of his family were adorable and you wanted to thank them for accepting you for who you were.

You were grateful, because the Dempsey family is your second home and you couldn’t help but be enthusiastic by thought of it. They considered you as a part of their family and you would always be invited in their family dinners because they liked you, nevertheless your boyfriend would punish you for being an annoying teaser and girlfriend.

It didn’t matter to you though because he loved you so much and he would always do, just at the same frequency as your manner to vex or to tease him with his family. He was a playful jerk and idiot, but Zach was Zach and he would always accept you and love you. He would always do, no more and no less.


Dating Wonder Woman would include...

The only headcanons I wrote was about Wolverine (here), and since I never received any other requests about head canons…I’m very glad to write another one with Wonder Woman yo ! Though I’m not sure I’m doing it right, I made it way longer than most headcanons I saw around I think, and also cut it in more than one part…I hope it’s ok. So here we go, hope you’ll like it

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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How you met, how you two fell in love, the first “I love you” : 

✶ You first met Diana when your brother, Bruce aka the goddamn Batman, dragged you to the Justice League’s Watchtower (against your will). You were already a Gotham’s vigilante just like him, the next big step was obviously the League, though you didn’t like the idea of being in a little “super club”…

✶ You quickly changed your mind when you met Diana though. She’s the first one who talked to you, and though your brother told you many things about the Mighty Wonder Woman, you weren’t impressed. 

✶ That’s what made her fall in love with you. Because you accept her just as she is. And you couldn’t care less about the fact that she’s a Princess, or one of the most powerful being on Earth.

✶ The way you’re never afraid to tell people what you think, even if sometimes it’s almost rude, is also another reason she fell for you. She loves the fact that you’re independent, and don’t take anyone’s shit, including hers. You keep her grounded when she gets a bit too cocky or something. 

✶ Another thing that made her fall for you : even though you went through a lot of bad things during your life, you always saw the bright side of everything, and Diana understood why Bruce always referred to you as his “personal sunshine”. You didn’t have any super-power, but hey, the ability to make anyone (even the Batman) smile and laugh was even better. 

✶ Your brother shipping you two even before you started to both flirt with each other like crazy. 

✶ Your brother calling you “an idiot” when you decide to not reciprocate the flirting after a while, afraid to bring her in your chaotic life. “She’s Wonder Woman, as if anything could actually hurt her”. 

✶ Diana being somewhat depressed while your avoiding her…And the League having an “intervention” to convince your stubborn ass to talk to her again. 

✶ You not resisting for very long, because…Well, she’s Diana Prince, and if you’re honest with yourself, you’ve been in love with her ever since you first met. Her not being even remotely mad at you for your sudden coldness toward her, on the contrary, being over the moon because you finally came back.

✶ Your brother giving you relationship advices : basically, do the opposite of what he would do. Best advice ever. 

✶ Becoming very close from each other because it seems you two are just hand made for each other. Conversation is always flowing just right, you don’t always agree with each other but always listen etc etc…A match made in heaven. 

✶ Diana knew she was doomed and totally in love with you the day you punched your brother AND Superman in the face because they dared to say you needed protection. “If I can punch you two idiots without you stopping me, then clearly, I’m fine without protection !”. Yup, she was definitely doomed.

✶Her knowing you hate when people protect you, but not being able to not do it…and you letting her protect you, because you love her, and if it can make her happy, then so be it. 

✶ Surprisingly, she’s the one that said “I love you” first…Right before what should have been a “suicide mission”. Needless to say it gave you a reason to fight like Hell to have the chance to tell her you love her too. 

✶ You never even had time to tell her, as when the battle was finished, and you two were still alive, she crashed her lips on yours. The rest of the League applauded when you were finally able to whisper, breathless : “I love you too D”

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Bad Match - Pt.1/?

Summary: Bucky and the Reader are set up on a date, but things don’t go as well as expected.  

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Word Count: 2605

Warnings: angst, self-loathing feelings, bad date, Bucky is kind of a jerk, swearing.

A/N: I’m not exactly happy with it, but I just couldn’t stare at the screen anymore. Thank you @imhereforbvcky  for your kind offer to help, giving me some of your time and teaching me so much about writing with just a few notes. You’re amazing.  

English is not my first language, so you’ll find grammar mistakes and nonsenses. Sorry!

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“Are you sure is not too soon for both of us?” you apprehensively asked your best friend through the phone. “I mean, I broke up with Jeff just, what… three months ago and he, on the other hand, well, he’s Bucky Barnes…I really wouldn’t like to become an additional problem for him, since he already has his fair share of issues” you tried to debate with your fellow SHIELD agent.

“Three months are already too long Y/N, it’s past time for you to move on, and when it comes to Bucky, he’s a really sweet guy once you get to know him, you’re gonna love the man, and he’s gonna love you too, trust me,” the strong-minded woman argued on the other side of the line.

“Ok…” you sighed with resignation, knowing there’s no win with Sharon Carter once she’d put something on her mind “I guess you have a point, I’ll be there”.

~~~

Lying on their shared bed, arms crossed behind his head, Steve observed his girlfriend sitting by the desk talking to you on the phone. When she hung up with a satisfied smile he knew she’d got what she wanted.

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” the Avenger told her with furrowed eyebrows while she was making herself comfortable again beside him laying one arm over his chest.

“Of course I do, they are great for each other.” She responded with the smug confidence that Steve so well knew and loved about her.

“I just don’t think Bucky is ready Shar, and wasn’t it Y/N that recently got out of a terrible relationship?” He tried to ponder with her.  

“Steve, honey, I know you worry a lot about Bucky, and you have your reasons, I get it. Yet, he’s been among us for over a year now. He’s doing so great working with the Avengers. I understand he’s still have some social skills matters to work on, but he’s been doing progress with therapy.” She tried to prove her point.

Steve looked down at his girlfriend “What about the Natasha situation?”

“That’s another reason. That ain’t gonna happen, not now, not never, she’s a different person than she was before and is head over heels for another man. Bucky has got to let go of this obsession with their past.” The blonde woman snorted her disapproval and continued. “He hasn’t been to a proper date yet, don’t you think there’s something missing? He needs someone good in his life, not just those meaningless shallow one-night stands he’s been going on.”

Steve opened his mouth to respond, but Sharon kept talking, circling her hand on his chest in a reassuring way “And as for Y/N, yes, she’s been in a horrible relationship, but she’s managed to put an end on it and deserves a second chance too. They are a good match, I have a feeling.”

“I still don’t know baby, are you really sticking with this?” The soldier insisted.

“Steve… sometimes even if the whole world is telling you to move, it is your duty to plant yourself…”  

The Captain interrupted her, rolling his eyes “Ok ok ok, you don’t have to use the “you move” speech.” Giving her the giggles, he chuckled and put a kiss on the top of her head “I just hope you’re right on this one.”

“I am.” She concluded nuzzling into her boyfriend chest.

~~~

“Here it is, Miss,” you smiled at the waiter when he placed your second drink of the night on the table. You took another glance at the clock on the restaurant wall, 30 minutes…

You couldn’t believe that you were going to be stood up on your first date after your break up with Jeff. So much for being open to new possibilities.  At first you were reluctant to go along with Sharon’s idea, but then you started to think that she could be right. You had to move on from you self-pitying state and the sooner the better.

Flashbacks of the crappy last two years started playing in your mind. You had met Jeff at one of the CIA`s divisions in Europe, when you and Sharon started working there after the fall of SHIELD.  You didn’t know then, but he was the man that would break you into a million tiny self-hating pieces. Without once laying a finger on you he had the power to, with a word or just a look, make you feel unworthy, tiny, unlovable. There was always something that wasn’t good enough for him: your clothes weren’t that fashionable, your looks could be better, your hair should be longer and there was always someone than  you in any given aspect. That was your daily life with the man you started to believe you were lucky to have as partner and that loved you in spite of all of those flaws.

You only realized you were getting stuck in a vicious cycle of self-loathing when your friends, specially Sharon, practically punched some sense into you.

The break up didn’t happen on good terms, so you were glad in accepting SHIELD’s insistent offer to assume your position back after they were reactivated and rejoined forces with the Avengers. You moved countries and focused exclusively on work.

Your fall to an abyss of sad memories was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat next to you. When you looked up, you weren’t expecting to see an ocean of blue eyes staring down at you with a questioning look.

“Oh h-hi, sorry I didn’t see you here” You stood up and, God knows why, leaned to greet him with a kiss on the cheek, only to be stopped with a preventative handshake. Blame it on your European times.

“Hi you must be Y/N, my name is Bucky.” He introduced himself and the soft rusky tone of his voice was the most alluring you had ever heard.

Like in a trance you practically moaned, “I know everything about you Bucky.” Listening to your own words and checking the startled expression on his face as he let go of your hand, you tried to correct yourself. “I-I mean, n-not everything, course not, you’re Bucky Barnes, Steve and Sharon’s friend, t-that’s what I know.” He raised one eyebrow and took his seat in front of yours.

What was the matter with you? You had met the guy for five seconds and suddenly became a stuttering mess? You took in his appearance and concluded that, even though you had seen pictures of him before (most of them with his Winter Soldier mask, since the media still craved for his troublesome past) you certainly weren’t ready for the real deal. He was absolutely gorgeous.

But that fact and the outrageously sexy low bun that was holding his brow locks didn’t stop you from realizing he hadn’t apologized for being 40 minutes late.

“How was the traffic, too crazy?” You questioned to give him the opportunity to redeem himself.

“No, not really” he responded nonchalantly, taking a look around the Indian place you had chosen. “Have you ordered anything yet?”

“Oh, I haven’t, I was waiting for you.”

“I hate Indian food, but go ahead, make your order.” He turned to the waiter already standing next to him and asked for a drink.

“Oh… I’m sorry, this is my favorite place, that’s is why I picked it, I didn’t know… we can go… somewhere else…” You were so flustered that you could feel your whole body burning, starting in your cheeks that probably were showing a deep shade of pink now.

“No, no, don’t worry Doll, I’m a drink kind of guy anyway… So tell me, how long have you been friends with Sharon?”

The use of the nickname and the whole embarrassing events so far got you rambling non-stop. You never ordered your food and kept talking about your childhood, your job, Donald Trump, the lack of male nudity on Game of Thrones… Every single thought that came across your mind was spilled at an impassive Bucky.

When your mouth went dry of talking and not a word had come out of Bucky’s plump lips you excused yourself to the toilet, taking your purse with you.

Inside the small room, you took a deep breath and, while staring at the mirror to retouch your lipstick, you wondered when everything had started to go to shit. Maybe you weren’t ready after all…

Walking back towards the table, you decided to give it another try, start over and maybe have a pleasant rest of night with your date. You glimpsed Bucky by his back talking on his cellphone and the sound of your name made you stop close enough to overhear the conversation.

“What can I tell you Steve? Jesus, she won’t stop talking… And I don’t understand half of the things she’s saying. I can’t see why you and Sharon insisted on this dating thing… Besides, you were wrong… Not for a minute I was able to get Natasha out of my head… Y/N’s got nothing on her, she is not slightly as amazing as Nat…”

You felt your stomach drop to the floor and your heart sank. Bucky kept talking, but there was a buzz in your ears, loud enough to drown out every other sound around you. The restaurant and everything else transformed into a very familiar scenario. It was like Jeff was by your side all over again and his unwanted voice in your mind was reminding you of how distasteful, insignificant and unlovable you were. Your hands started shaking and tears were forming in your eyes, that was the signal you needed to turn around and leave as fast as you could. No goodbyes. You never wanted to see Bucky Barnes in your life again.

~~~

When you got to your bedroom after the longest cab ride in your life, your attention was caught by the pathetic form in front of the mirror on your wall. You knew that the woman he was comparing you with was THE Natasha Romanoff, the sexiest spy alive whose seductiveness haunted you poor hard worker mortals who were trying to make a living in the secret agent’s business. How could he even make the comparison when clearly there was none. You were average, tops. Flat where you should be curvy and curvy where you should be flat.

Someone could think that you’d be able to beat you lousy sex-appeal by a dashing interesting personality, but this someone would be wrong. If you had doubts about it, the last few moments with Bucky had dismissed them all, he was pretty clear about how unpleasant your company had been… Not slightly as amazing…

Knowing that you were going down a road too familiar for your taste, you attempted to dismiss all those self-hatred thoughts off of your mind by trying to get some sleep, hoping to dream a sweet dream that would make you forget all about that night. So you took off the dress you’d bought for the occasion and left it on the floor, found some energy in you to remove the full face makeup and brushed your teeth before diving into your bed, putting on some pjs was too much to ask of you at that moment.  

 ~~~

Your alarm rang and it felt like it had been 5 minutes since you finally conquered slumber. You groaned at the sound and the prospect of getting up to face the day ahead. Your half-asleep mind immediately drifted to the night before. Something you were so desperately trying to keep dormant inside you had awakened. The wounds on your self-esteem were too fresh and those words had hit them like a punch.

Despite the desire to keep drowned in your fort of blankets,  you couldn’t skip work. You had a meeting with The Man himself, Nick Fury. You had no idea what it would be about, you were warned by his secretary the day before.

You shook away your thoughts about the date with Bucky and got off the bed.  You had much more important things to worry about and focus on. At least you wouldn’t have to see him again, as the SHIELD’S operating base wasn’t located at the Avengers’ Tower.

Not much time passed before you were ready to go to work, after all it wasn’t that hard to choose an outfit from a wardrobe of grey suits. On your commute to SHIELD’s headquarters you remembered to take a look on your phone. 5 missed calls from Sharon. …he’s a really sweet guy once you get to know him, you’re gonna love the man … You mimic her voice in your head and memorized an entire speech of curses to deliver to the blonde for when you meet her again.

Once inside the building you already felt a little better. Work was your whole life, especially now, you loved what you did and felt appreciated and wanted there. You went straight to the big boss’s office, feeling nervous about whatever the infamous Nicky Fury wanted to talk to you.

“Hi Y/N, how are you today?” Maria Hill greeted you, putting an arm around your shoulder, guiding you to the adjacent room of the large office.

“Hi Maria, a little anxious for whatever this means, any clues?” she gave you a squeeze on your shoulder and smiled at you, but another voice responded:

“Miss Y/L/N, you’re here because I have a proposition for you.” It was the SHIELD’S director, using his well-known straightforward style.

“Tony Stark has contacted me and asked for the name, and I quote, of the most badass spy I could provide him.” Having an idea of where that conversation was heading, but not allowing yourself to fully believe it, you kept a dumbfounded stare at your boss in front of you, waiting for the outcome.

“So, Miss Y/L/N, how would you fancy a position on the Avengers’ team?” The weakness in your knees and the sweat leaking out of your pores must had been pretty evident, since Maria Hill placed her hand on the low of your back, in a support attempt.

“Oh my God sir, it’s such an honor…” your tremulous voice was interrupted by Fury, clearly in a hurry:  

“Good, you’re being transferred today to the Avengers compound, Maria will help you with paperwork and everything else that will be necessary for your relocation…”  He talked in a monotone, gathering some papers on the desk he was standing by, apparently oblivious by the rush of adrenaline that was swelling down your whole body. Suddenly  Maria’s support didn’t seem enough to prevent you from falling, so you gripped one hand on the desk chair in front of you, biting your lower lip so you wouldn’t let out the scream taking place in your mind. You had never thought something like that would happen, but now that it was a reality you felt like you had dreamed about it your whole life.

“You’ll go through evaluations and training for some time and then it will be decided if you really have what it takes to be an Avenger…” I’m going to be a fucking Avenger, bitch. You were trying to maintain some posture and conceal your excitement by listening carefully to the instructions that would change your life.

“Your main tutor for the starting process will give you the guidelines and other details, he’s most likely now waiting for you at the compound. You’ve already had the chance to meet Sgt. James Barnes, haven’t you?”

And just like that you went straight to the floor from cloud 9. FUCK.


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Sparks Fly

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*Requested

Imagine: In 1919, while looking for ripper Stefan, who went missing nearly a year ago, you have a very pleasant meeting with one the oldest vampires in existence: Klaus Mikaelson. 

Warnings: slight smut, bad words and, oh, well, it’s a vampire imagine, there’s gotta be a little blood. haha

N/A - Not quite as you requested, but I hope you like the same way, anon. :) Also, you guys could read this while listening to Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift. I heard it repeatedly when I was writing this one. 

Word Count: 2326 

Dear Damon,

I am aware of the promise I made to sent you a letter every month, so you know that I’m alive, but things have been a bit messy lately. Moving from one place to another has not given me much time to write; actually, my only true focus is finding our brother and getting him back to his oldself. Perhaps I’ll be able to do that here in New Orleans, which, by the way, is a wonderful city. You should be here to see the night lights and cheerful dances.

Oh, shucks! That reminded me I have got to meet up with my friend Lexi in twenty minutes at this famous pub. Apparently, the Original family is here (yes, the one who created all other vampires) and goes there every evening, she thought it would be a cool way to blow off some steam while we don’t find Stefan.

She might have a solid point.

Well, I will not extend myself, for I have to leave, however, don’t worry about me, everything is fine and I got the feeling this it. So, soon enough, we’ll be joining you in Paris.

I miss like crazy those cold winter days…

Anyway, kisses and hugs to you from your loving sister

                                                                                                    Love you,

                                                                                                                      Y/N.


You dropped the exquisite pen on the table and sighed, thinking that what you were telling him was more than enough. Sure Damon would be pleased to hear you were still breathing, because, in his mind, chasing emotionless Stefan was dead end job. Not that he was wrong, but you were never the kind of girl who would leave someone behind, especially if that someone was your own flash and blood.

“Y/N Salvatore!” A voice cut through the silence of your house. “I can’t believe you’re not ready yet.”

“Hey, Lexi.” You smiled and stood up, moving smoothly towards the majestic mahogany wood wardrobe. “I completely forgot we were supposed to go out tonight! That’s why I’m not…”

“Don’t make excuses!”

“I’m not making any.” This time an angry huff slipped, as you diverted your eyes to the well hung dresses, not being sure which one you were going to pick.

The blonde woman, who was with arms crossed against the wall next to your door’s bedroom, rolled her eyes and cave in, as usual, approaching to help you get dressed. She always had a good eye for those stuff, making anyone advised by her look hauntinly fabulous.

A short time later, after your friend decided what was suitable for the place, you stared yourself in the mirror, feeling ready to steal any man’s heart because the baby pink gown you had on highlighted your every curve, also giving an insinuating gleam to your once innocent traits. Absolutely perfect to a girls night out.

“We should go.” Lexi blurted out, after checking on the huge clock placed in one corner. “It’s getting late.”

“I’m sure that doesn’t matter” Your reply was gentle, as you worked on your Y/H/C wild curls. “But if it means that much to you, we can go now. And, maybe, we’ll find Stefan there, or at least a lead on his whereabouts.”

“Oh no.” The girl rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “We’re shutting off the ‘get my baby brother back’ thing for a night.”

“Lexi!”

“Shush. Don’t argue with me.” Now her index finger was pointed sharply on your face. “And listen: I know you love him and that he is very important. However, not everything is about Stefan. Or Damon. You are your own person, so live a bit and enjoy the pleasures of life.”

Somehow, you were not able to shout out a rude response. Instead, after a couple of minutes, you exhaled tiredly and nodded, agreeing that she was right. Lexi squeezed the nude skin of your shoulder and you glanced at her, finding her so sweet and so comforting brown eyes.

“Can we please have some fun now?”

“Sure, blondie.”

“Now that’s the Y/N I know.”

You two shared a quick laugh and left the cosy pension room, going to your natural habitat: the darkness.

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Like I’m Dyin’

Rockstar Dean/Demon!Dean Winchester x Reader 

Small town singer Dean Winchester suddenly becomes a Vegas rockstar. Will his girlfriend be able to get back the simple man he once was?

Warnings: ANGST, double dose of SMUT, breath play, fluff, feels, alcohol, demeaning language, a moment of non-con which is resolved, angsty ending. 

A/N: This is for @bulletscrossbowpie’s AU Challenge/Rockstar. Also @mrs-squirrel-chester’s Album Challenge: D.D. by The Weeknd. I figured this was my chance to combine my fav version of Dean with my fav version of Jensen. So I give you, Rockstar Demon!Dean in leather. WC: 6238 On AO3

Gifs aren’t mine, but the concert pic in the aesthetic is from @stardustandmelancholy and the gifs/videos are from Tumblr and YouTube.


Hyattsville was a small town in western Kansas, known for it’s ‘biggest hay bale in America’ tourist trap and a former high school beauty queen turned national news anchor. I met the Winchester brothers one evening when I was getting coffee at a shop in town. They were singing at open mic night- the younger brother playing guitar as the older brother sang. He had an amazing, sultry voice that sent shivers down my arms. And the fact that he was absolutely gorgeous didn’t hurt either.

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Make Me

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MATURE

“Honestly, if they’re not wearing cinder block shoes then they have to be running some kind of illegal zoo up there. There’s no other explanation for the noises that they make,” you complain as you glance up at the ceiling. You’re certain that, one of these days, the base between the two floors is going to give and your upstairs neighbors (along with their fucking petting zoo that you’re certain has to exist) will come crashing down into your bedroom in the middle of the night.

“They could be fucking,” Taehyung offers as he flips a page in his Biology textbook, “they could be into some really weird shit. You never know about these crazy college kids.” He glances up in time to catch the blank look you offer and shrugs. “Or they could have a petting zoo. I don’t know. They are loud, though. Have you tried talking to them?”

You sigh as you fold another t-shirt and place it into your suitcase. “No,” you grumble, “I wanted to avoid problems. I knew after the first day of living here that I wouldn’t be renewing but I didn’t think it’d be this bad for the whole year.”

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can i ask for a hc of rfa+v+saeran rejecting mc's love at first but they ended falling in love with them and it's too late

you’re in luck anon bc i’m in the mood for some unrequited love writing :) v and saeran under the cut xx - Mod 222


Zen:

He didn’t know what to say. Really, he didn’t expect you of all people to have feelings for him. You were so independent and so sure of what you wanted; you both had nothing in common. So the fact that you were there, standing in front of him with your fingers clasped together out of nerves and your hair hiding your face as you waited for his answer.

“I…I’m sorry MC but, I just don’t see you that way.” He was waiting for the theatrics, waiting for you to scream or smack him or cry as he looked down toward you, and you looked up. But instead you smiled, and you simply wished that you both could be friends, and now that he thinks about it, maybe that was when his feelings started to shift.

Never in his life had he ever encountered a person that handled rejection that easily, especially from him. Yet you were kind, simply giving him a hug with a tight grip and then smiling once more before turning around and making your way out of his home. He thought you were okay, because he didn’t see the tears that trailed down as soon as you were away from his presence.

Fast forward to two years later, and you were at his house, helping him with one of his costumes that he accidentally ripped during a dress rehearsal. As you sewed you grinned as he sat next to you, making jokes and talking about what the rehearsals were like with different stars. Gossiping was your guys’ specialty, but as quick as it had come it ended as your laughter died down.

“MC, may I ask you something? If you don’t mind.” You put the needle and thread down along with his costume, sensing his serious tone as you nodded and turned towards him.

“Sure, what is it?”

“I uh, I’ve been thinking about some things a lot lately and, I think that I like…no, love you as more than a friend. What I want with you is something that I can’t even describe with words. I just,” He took your hand, palms warm as he leaned in closer. “I hope that you still feel how you felt those couple of years ago. Even if that’s a stretch.”

He didn’t have to hear your answer; he saw the look in your eyes as you slowly pulled away and looked down towards your lap. He felt the heavy feeling in his stomach as he tried to swallow the lump that formed in his throat, watching you bite your lip as you ran a hand through your hair.

“I’m so sorry Zen but…I’m seeing someone right now. I didn’t want you to find out this way but I just, those feelings that I had have been gone for some time now.” It was awkward, the air thick as you felt the sweat begin to bead at your forehead as you quickly stood.

“I should go…” He still sat there, almost in disbelief as he furrowed his brows and stood up as well.

“Wait! MC, can I ask you one more thing?” You stopped, waiting for his question as your fingers tightened around your car keys.

“Is this how you felt? This heavy, sinking feeling in my chest; is this what you felt when I told you that I didn’t like you in that way?” All you could do was give a sad smile as you gave a small nod, your own heart aching as a single tear fell down his face as he sat back down.

“I’m so sorry.”

Yoosung:

When you told him, you knew by the look on his face that his answer wasn’t the one that you wanted. His brows were furrowed as he licked his lips, a trait you had come to find that he only did when he was nervous about something.

“MC; I appreciate the fact that you like me in that way, really I do, but I already have feelings for someone else.”

“Oh…” That was all you could say. Just one simple word as you felt your heart crush into the tiniest pieces that could ever exist on the planet as you looked away. Not looking at his face somewhat helped with the pain, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t there.

It was like a churning in your stomach, making you feel so sick that you didn’t even want to finish the pile of chips that was placed between the two of you during your game match. He offered to keep playing with you, but the awkward thickness that hung in the air was simply too much for you.

So you left.

Sometimes that awkwardness hung around after that day; in random spurts it would come, making the two of you uncomfortable as he talked about his partner. The partner that wasn’t you. But most of the time it wasn’t there, and the two of you pretended that the idea of you guys being a couple wasn’t even a thought that someone spoke of.

Until he broke up with his partner.

Nobody asked why, yet they wanted to know. Especially you, God, you just wanted to know why it hadn’t worked out. Turns out that he thought that they weren’t exactly compatible, and that he thought that someone else was the perfect match. Come to find that he was talking about you.

“MC, I’ve thought a lot about what you told me; even though it was almost a year ago. I just…I just thought that maybe now, if it wasn’t too late? We could try?” You thought that if he asked the question later, you’d be elated, ecstatic to be with him. But instead you felt anger as you balled up your fists, teeth clenched as you pushed against his chest.

“Is this some kind of joke? You knew how I felt about you back then, and now you want to be together, just because things didn’t work out with the person you thought you loved? I’m sorry Yoosung, but I can’t do this.” And once more you left him standing there alone, the awkwardness turning into dread as he realized that the possibility of you never coming back could be a serious reality.

Jaehee:

The possibility of her sexuality being incompatible with yours was rather slim, and your fear of her being just that had come true. You decided that you had had enough with hiding how you felt about her, how your stomach always filled to the brim with butterflies when she was around, and how your heart beat quick just from the sound of her voice. You told her these things, and her response turned those butterflies into moths, moths that ate away at the bleeding heart that now sat still in your chest.

“I apologize MC really but, I just don’t swing that way. I really hope you understand.” You understood, alright. You understood by storming out of the coffee shop, letting your anger mask your sadness as the tears fell and blended in with the rain that came with the oncoming storm. Months passed, and you began to cope with the fact that she wasn’t ever going to like you, no matter how much you wished it.

Yet that thought was quickly crushed, when she asked you to meet at her place alone.

She was drunk, and you knew as her breath fanned across your face, the smell of vodka overpowering as you helped her stagger towards her bedroom. You both were meant to talk, but she didn’t want to do so as she grabbed the collar of your shirt and pulled you in close. She was ready, ready for the kiss as she laughed and locked her arms around your neck, cheeks flushed red as she sighed in content.

“You know, I always thought that I couldn’t be swayed out of my sexuality, yet here I am. How crazy is that? How crazy is it, that I genuinely fell in love with a person like you.” She really pulled you in now, and she was surprised when you pulled away. You had been over her for about a month now, and her sudden lunge at you didn’t make you feel any different as you cleared your throat and backed away.

“Jaehee I’m sorry but, I don’t feel that way about you anymore. Things would have been different back then but now? I just can’t…” When you turned back to her she was passed out, breathing steady as a single tear fell down her cheek. Maybe she was faking, or maybe she really was asleep. But either way, you both knew that she was going to have a heavy heart and a lonesome hangover the next morning.

Jumin

You knew it was far fetched to tell him how much he truly meant to you, what with your backgrounds differing on such a large scale. But you knew Jumin; after the two of you growing closer, and how you had showed him what it was like to really process his emotions, he’d told you that background and social status didn’t matter much to him anymore.

That just, didn’t apply to you.”

“I am extremely flattered by your kind words and feelings, but I simply can’t return them MC. I’ve always felt you to be a sibling to me, and nothing more.” He didn’t mean to come off as harsh, and the logical side of you knew that to be true. But your feelings still hurt, majorly so as you accepted what he said and asked to be taken down from his penthouse and to your car.

You both didn’t speak for about three years; even having lost touch as his company grew and you worked in a local shop to keep yourself living comfortable yet not too extravagantly. You’d come to realize that maybe being with someone as high status as Jumin wasn’t really something that you wanted; you’d grown accustomed to the simple life.

That is, until a large limo pulled up outside of the shop you worked at.

Instantly you knew that it was him, and his tall broad figure that stepped out of the car with his dark sunglasses was enough confirmation as you felt your entire being fill with a friendly warmth. Sure you had gotten over him, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t miss who he was as a friend. You had left the building first, running up to him and jumping into his arms as you felt his chest rumble with a chuckle.

“So nice to see you again, MC.”

You brought him inside and went on your break, the two of you talking for almost two hours as Jumin paid off the rest of your work day by giving your manager over one million won to keep them satisfied for the week. You appreciated the gesture, even if it was too much for your liking.

“I came to find you because I need to tell you something MC. That confession you made all those years ago…I should have never rejected you. Being away from you has made me realize how much I truly loved you and appreciated you, and I wanted to know if you still felt the same way.” Your brows furrowed as you felt the melancholy feeling of unrequited love form into a ball in your stomach; maybe this is how Jumin felt when he let you know that he wasn’t interested.

He took it fairly well when you told him that you couldn’t return those feelings, yet he let that stoic expression leave as soon as he got into the limo, heavy tears falling down his cheeks as he sniffed. You weren’t with him when he cried, but deep in your heart you knew it was happening as you sat in the back room with your head leaning against the cold wall.

Saeyoung

He already knew before you even had the chance to tell him. He knew it was wrong to cut you off as you prepared to tell him how you felt, but if he didn’t do it now, he would have to deal with your emotions feeling much worse if he let you ramble on.

In a way you kind of wish that he let you do just that, because getting cut off while trying to deal out your emotions was the absolute worst thing he could do to you. Your breath had cut short, feeling hurt as he simply turned his back on you and crossed his arms.

“MC I’m sorry but, I value our friendship more than anything. To ruin it…I don’t know. I don’t think I could handle that.” You got the message; he really, wasn’t all that interested in you. That was okay, really it was. It’s not like you could force him to feel any different towards you if it wasn’t meant to be. But he could have been way less indifferent about it, and since he wasn’t going to say another word, you decided to leave it alone.

“Okay…thanks anyway, Saeyoung. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You said that, but you knew that you both needed some time away to deal with how quickly that situation turned negative.

You didn’t think that “some time” would turn into almost five years.

The both of you made efforts to reconnect, but something always came up. Either he had to work, or you just weren’t in town to where you could meet up comfortably. You didn’t know it, but ever since that day he thought about you constantly, how he missed being able to go to your house within an instant and talk to you about the things that bugged him.

Or how when he needed advice you were just one phone call away, yet now it was almost impossible for the two of you to stay on the phone for more than three minutes. He missed you more than anything in the world, and he wished that it didn’t take him five years to realize that maybe, it wasn’t just your friendship that he found to be lacking in his life.

He wanted you, and he was going to make it known as he shut off his computers and made sure that when he met with you, time and inconvenience wouldn’t be an issue. Frankly, you were surprised when he showed up during your lunch break at work, begging to speak with you as you nodded and immediately put your food away.

“MC I know this is random, but I’ve put a lot of thought into it and I’ve come to realize that I like you, a lot. Before you say anything, I don’t mean as a friend. I mean, as more—”

“Saeyoung I’m engaged.” All hope that he had was gone, his brows furrowing as he gripped his stomach that churned wildly with hurt as he sputtered.

“W-What?”

“I’m…I’m so sorry.” You didn’t know how to face him after that, grabbing your things and leaving him as you came up with an excuse to your boss as to why you had to leave. He still stood there, shaking his head with a sad smile as a tear fell down his cheek. He should have never waited this long to tell you.

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Stay Professional! Pt. 12

Work AU! Fluff, Angst and smut: Jungkook x Reader

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 (Part 13 will be a continuation!)

Summary: You realise that you still have feelings for Jungkook despite his actions. You can’t help but melt and swoon under his charms- but you were still acting stubborn. When will you finally admit that you’re under his spell?

A/N: Honestly had a rough time writing this chapter- had to squeeze out the limited inspo I seemed to have so forgive me if it took long but regardless, enjoy the story! As always, responses would be appreciated! 

The blinding sunlight seeped through the white mesh curtains and you grumbled at the realisation of having to wake up. You turned around so that your back was facing the bright light and cuddled your blanket closer to your chest. You didn’t want to wake up to another day. You didn’t want to face your current problems of… Jungkook

Your eyes shot open and you sat up immediately, reminded of last night’s affectionate cuddles you knew you shouldn’t have enjoyed so much. You looked over your shoulder and to your surprise, he was nowhere to be seen. Instead, your eyes rested on the sight of neatly folded blankets on the floor mattress he supposedly ‘slept’ on last night. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you rubbed your eyes to wake yourself up. 

You carelessly threw on a bathrobe for extra warmth during the chilly morning and shuffled towards the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water. 

“Thank you for letting me stay the night. I can’t thank you enough for giving me a chance to express my apologies.” You stopped your shuffled footsteps and shifted your ear closer to the doorframe. It was childish to eavesdrop, but you physically couldn’t stop yourself from doing so. 

“It’s fine dear. I just hope I made the right choice.” Your mother’s quiet giggle sounded mute as you were listening through the door that connected the hallway to the kitchen. 

“I guarantee you that you did. I will take care of Y/N no matter what. I can give you my word, ma’am. I know that to you that might not sound convincing because I know I’ve made some pretty dumb and selfish decisions but… would you allow me to be selfish once more and let me love Y/N?” Jungkook’s soft morning voice sent chills down your spine. Was it the way that his voice sounded so irresistibly sultry in the mornings? Or his sweet words that had you practically melting by the doorframe. 

“I’ll do it right this time.” Jungkook chuckled and you couldn’t help but smile at the sweet sound. 

“Jungkook dear, I don’t know much about you at all. And for a fact, I can’t make any reliable judgements about you from just what she’s told me and from what I’ve seen from you. But I have a good feeling that what you’re proposing to me is sincere. I’m deciding to trust my instincts so please don’t let me down. Don’t let her down.” 

“You have my word, ma’am.” 



“Good morning.” You walked in on their quite intimate conversation about you with a straight face, although you were full of glee inside from Jungkook’s charming words. 

“Morning” Jungkook smiled radiantly as his small dimple made an appearance. You had to pretend as though he didn’t just give you a small heart attack from that unexpected cuteness so early in the morning so you managed to maintain that straight face, just barely

“What’s for breakfast?” You rummaged through the shelves in search of a cup and your mother immediately got up from her seat. 

“Oh I haven’t thought about that yet. What would you like?” She asked and you replied a little late from drinking water. 

“Anything, mum. Is there anything you want to eat, Jungkook?” You casually murmured as you put the cup in the sink and Jungkook’s eyes lit up at your sudden acknowledgment of his existence. He looked a little taken aback but you could tell that he could hardly contain his glee. 

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Zach Dempsey #3

Request: Request: Can you make and imagine which Zach is depressed after Hannah’s death (being a reason of her death) and all these secret stuff, reader is taking care of him like a little baby and make him happy as always. Zach is so happy to have her in his life and saying this often. thanks xx

A/N: You guys are seriously crazy. Thank you so much for 325 follower already.
I love you! xx

If you ever feel depressed, please reach out to someone. As soon as you start talking, it will get better! I promise!

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These tapes.
These goddamn tapes.
I get why Hannah did what she did and how these tapes are part of it but still.
They cause nothing but trouble for everyone.

Especially now that Clay has them.
Everyone’s freaking out and I have no idea how long it will take until everything goes down.

And the fact that Zachary Shan-Yung Dempsey, the boy that I love more than anything in this world, was on tape seven on this tapes makes everything even harder.
As soon as he realized Hannah recorded these tapes he told me everything.
Starting with the night at Rosie’s after Marcus stood her up, over that Dollar Valentine thing, right up to the compliment bag and the letter.
Shortly after I found out about everyone else as well.
Justin. Alex. Jessica. Marcus. And most importantly: About Bryce.
It was a shock but it happened and being miserable over it wouldn’t help anyone.
So I accepted the fact and carried part of Zach’s guilt with me.

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On Tonight's Survivor:

I am a transgender woman, only out to a couple family members and all of you online. I’m pre-transition but about to start, which is to say that I have not yet begun to know the struggles I will likely go through in life to be myself.

On tonight’s episode of Survivor: Game Changers (Season 34!), a closeted trans-man named Zeke was outed, both publicly and on the show, by a fellow contestant at Tribal Council. This contestant, Jeff Varner, was likely to be eliminated from the game and announced to the tribe that Zeke was trans, ostensibly as a ploy to make people distrust Zeke.

The initial response by both Zeke’s fellow tribemates and the host Jeff Probst was stunned silence followed by intense anger and sadness directed at Varner. All five tribemates lambasted Varner as Zeke sat in shock.

My reaction was the same as Zeke’s. I couldn’t believe that someone I had watched on my local news for years, someone who I had loved on two previous seasons, someone who was an openly gay man, could do something so mindlessly cruel to another person. I expect those type of comments from ignorant assholes and spineless politicians, but certainly not from someone like Jeff Varner. I also realize that Varner surely regretted saying it once the words actually came out, but that doesn’t undo his actions. I know I have said stupid things in my life, but I can’t say I’ve ever stooped that low as an adult.

Despite all of this, somehow the overall feeling I have tonight is joy. Something so tragic could’ve left me feeling shaken and sad, but the way Zeke turned the moment into a beautiful one amazes me the more I think about it.

After regaining his composure at Tribal Council, Zeke found the strength to say this:

“Being trans and transitioning, it’s a long process, it’s a very difficult process, and there are people who know. But then I sort of got to the point where I stopped telling people, because when people know that about you, that’s sort of who you are. There are questions people ask, people who want to know about your life, they want to know about this and that, and it sort of overwhelms everything else that they know about you. You’re no longer Zeke, you’re ‘the trans person’.

I think I’ve been fortunate to play Survivor as long as I’ve been playing it and not have that label, and one of the reasons I didn’t want to lead with that is that I didn’t want to be ‘the Trans Survivor Player’, I wanted to be Zeke, the Survivor player. And I feel like I am! So I’m okay. I knew someone might pick up on it or it might be revealed, so I am prepared to talk about it, to have it be a part of my Survivor experience. It’s kind of crappy the way it’s happened, but, you know.

'Metamorphosis’ is the word of the episode, and I feel like I’ve seen such a metamorphosis of myself over the past 52 days I’ve played Survivor. I don’t know if the scared kid who hit the mat in the marooning of (Season) 33 would be as calm as I am right now, but I’ve started two fires with just bamboo, I’ve won challenges, I’ve been part of blindsides, I’ve done all kinds of crazy stuff and I am a changed, stronger, better man today than I was then. So you know what Varner, it was really not cool, but you know, I’m fine.

You know Jeff, I’m certainly not anyone who should be a role model for anybody else, but maybe there’s someone who’s a Survivor fan, and me being out on the show helps him, or helps her, or helps someone else, and so maybe this will lead to a greater good.”

As incredible as it was to hear these words delivered so eloquently by Zeke, and on national television no less, it was the words from another tribemate that amazed me the most.

Sarah, a conservative cop on the tribe, was the most reserved person at Tribal Council while the chaos caused by Varner’s words unfolded behind her, sitting deep in contemplation. What she finally said blew me away.

“I’m just thankful that I got to know Zeke for who Zeke is. I’ve been with him for the last eighteen days, and he’s, like, super kick-ass. I’m from the Midwest and I come from a very conservative background, so it’s not very diverse when it comes to a lot of gay and lesbian and transgender things like that. So I’m not as exposed to it as much as most of these people are, and the fact that I can love this guy so much, and it doesn’t change anything for me, it makes me realize that I’ve grown huge as a person.

Of course we want to come away with the million dollars, but the metamorphosis that I’ve even made as a person that I didn’t realize until this minute is invaluable. I’m sorry it came out that way, but I’m glad it did. I’m so glad I got to know you for Zeke, and not for what you were afraid of us knowing you as, and I’ll never look at you that way.”

Seeing someone who has obviously never had to confront feelings like this so directly, and quickly realizing that she still loved Zeke for Zeke, with his being transgender not changing anything, gives me hope. It makes me realize that most people, when given the opportunity, will treat you with kindness and compassion. And maybe what they need to explore these feelings is to have a personal moment of realization like Sarah did. Zeke, and Varner I suppose, gave millions of people the opportunity that Sarah had tonight.

Some people will hold onto their prejudices regardless and demonize Zeke to fit their worldview. Perhaps they’ll never become accepting of LGBTQ people, or maybe it will take someone directly in their life coming out to change. But I know that some people watching tonight, who rooted for Zeke every week not knowing he was trans, are spending tonight reconsidering their values. That’s progress. And what a beautiful thing it is.

On a personal level, the handling of this moment by both Jeff Probst and the producers/editors involved in it make me proud to be a “superfan” of this show. It could have gone haywire and turned into a purely rotten situation, but instead became a truly important focus on what it means to be true to yourself in this world. I have always wanted to be on this show, roughing it in the rain with people scheming against me, trying miserably to untie knots underwater because I want to be treated to Adam Sandler’s latest film, feeling the euphoria of making it onto the jury, and even the slim possibility of winning a million dollars. I had never truly thought I could make it onto the show, and coming out as transgender initially made me think that I had even less of a chance.

Zeke changed that for me.

I want to make an audition tape now. I feel like if he can do it, and do it so well, then why the hell cant I? I know millions of people have had that same thought, but I’ve never once felt this sense of drive in my young life. I owe that to Survivor first and foremost, but also to Zeke and the, dare I say it, heroism he showed on tonight’s episode.

Maybe you’ll see me on a future season of Survivor, maybe not. But I know that I got something life-changing out of the show tonight, and I’m sure I’m not alone. If eight year old me, sitting there enthralled by the very first season of Survivor, could know just how big an effect this show would have on her, she wouldn’t believe it. Mostly because she was eight and didn’t know anything about anything, but still.

Tonight, send your love to Zeke Smith for bravely confronting what could have been ruinous and transforming it into something worth celebrating. Send your love to Sarah Lacina, Ozzy Lusth, Tai Trang, Andrea Boehlke, and Debbie Wanner for speaking up on Zeke’s behalf, being true allies to trans people everywhere, and showing that there will always be people in this world who will have your back when the bullies try to knock you down. And send your love to Jeff Varner, who made a terrible mistake, and has by all accounts suffered ten times over for it. Allow him to learn from this and become a better person as a result. He will be most capable of doing this with your love and support. Do not excuse his actions and similar actions of others worldwide, but fight to turn the negatives into positives whenever possible.

We can do this.

Love always,
Claire.

She Was Pretty

[ Hoseok x Reader ]

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 3.8k

Description: After years of separation, you run into your childhood best friend, only to have him not recognize you as you are no longer the pretty girl he had once explored the world with. With it now being Valentine’s Day, you find yourself trapped on a blind date, only to run into him at one of the nicest restaurants in town.

Happy birthday to @artsyhobi, I hope you enjoy this one! ♡

heavily inspired by the kdrama She Was Pretty - Copyright© Since 1996, MBC&iMBC All rights reserved

Originally posted by hobisu

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The Bet

It started off innocently, honest.

But here you are, sat on your shared bed wearing nothing but one of Harry’s expensive shirts, your legs spread wide across the duvet as a silky blindfold covers your eyes. This will get him for sureyou thought to yourself. Maybe, if winning this whole bet wouldn’t be such a huge deal to the two of you, you would jump into his arms as soon as he walked through the door. Maybe, if you would have given up ages ago, you wouldn’t hesitate to kiss and touch him in the way that you wanted to do since you shook on this stupid thing. 

But a bet is a bet, and weren’t going to lose this one. 

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Owned - pt 10

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“Darling, look at this arrangement. They’re so beautiful!” Mrs. Kim said.

The flowers you gave her were, of course, from the best shop in town.

The reporters were buying everything. Mr. Kim smiled and nodded at his wife.

“I’m glad you like them.” You said.

Namjoon remained silent.

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TEENAGE RUNAWAYS [SIRIUS BLACK]

request: “Hiiii I was wondering if you could a Sirius Black!reader fluff along the lines of number 9 on your prompt list? If not it’s no problem! Love your blog ❤’ — by anon

a/n: thank you! 💖

9. "For a minute there, I thought you didn’t know how to smile.”

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     Sirius Black has been hoping to see Y/N as he carefully climbs the steps towards the Owlery, where just as he suspected, a girl with y/h/c colored hair was petting a grey owl, a parchment clutched inside her free hand while he heard her draw out a heavy sigh. Up close, he could see that her eyebrows were furrowed and that her lips were pursed, in obvious distress for a reason he was yet to know.

     She suddenly turned her head sideways when Sirius accidentally stepped on a twig, and a smile made its way to her features as if she wasn’t just frowning a second ago.

     "For a minute there, I thought you didn’t know how to smile.“ said Sirius, casually approaching her with a similar curved mouth on his face.

     Y/N chuckled to herself. "Well, what can I say? You bring out the best in me.”

      Sirius opened his arms and she sighed, accepting his offer. She wrapped her own arms around his torso and buried her head on his chest, inhaling the scent of him that calmed her nerves. It seemed like just by the sight of him, anything could turn happier in an instant. He was indeed living up to his name and acting as a star in Y/N’s life that was full of darkness.

     He gently pressed a kiss on her head. “What are you doing here? You didn’t even bother to eat breakfast and it’s the last day of school.”

     She pulled away and brought out the letter that she was holding. “I was actually about to send this to my mum. It’s about me not going home anymore — ever.”

     He widened his eyes. “What?”

     "I can’t take it anymore, Sirius.“ said Y/N with an exasperated frown. "She’s like your mother too, you know. She doesn’t even care about me, to be completely honest. Last summer was hell and all she did was call me names, scold me for not being like her, telling me how I’ve been a complete disgrace, and that I didn’t even deserve to bear their name!”

    Sirius frowned, “But where will you go?”

    “To my Aunt Tess for the meanwhile. She understands me and she was actually pleased when I told her. Told me that she ran away herself when she was at my age.”

     "Wow.“ said Sirius. "You really have everything planned out, do you?”

     She smirked. “Not that much but compared to your scandalous fleet, it is more organized and impressive.”

     He chuckled, leaning down and attaching his lips onto hers. Y/N smiled against the kiss, placing a hand on his cheek before affectionately stroking it as she pulls him closer, much to Sirius’ pleasure and amusement. They broke free after a few more seconds of getting lost in each other’s worlds, Y/N’s smile wider than before.

     "Maybe when we’re older, we could live together.“ she whispered, quite shy for proposing the idea.

     "Are you sure you want to live with a bloke like me?” asked Sirius with a goofy smirk.

     She rolled her eyes, wrapping her arms around his waist once again. “Wouldn’t imagine myself with someone else more like.”

    Sirius’ smirk faded and suddenly he was looking at her differently. Y/N was afraid that maybe she has gone too far and that he wasn’t really ready to hear those kind of words coming from her yet; but then a grin was back on his face once again, his hand reaching out to the strands of hair on her face, pushing it lightly away to get a good look at her eyes.

    “I could never agree more, love. I mean, if it weren’t for the fact that we’re too young, I’d propose to you right now.” said Sirius, wiggling his brows in a teasing manner.

    Y/N slapped his chest playfully. “What makes you think I want to marry you?”

     "Other than what I just heard about you not seeing yourself with someone else?“ he teased further more. "Well, let’s face it, you’re crazy for me.”

     "Of course, I am.“ she laughed, stepping backwards from their embrace to walk towards her owl.

     Sirius laughed as well and followed after her, hugging Y/N from behind instead. He watched as she tied the letter to the owl’s leg before giving it a soft pat, the owl hooting and launching itself out of the owlery. Y/N placed her hand over his, leaning on Sirius while the boy tightened his hold.

     "Sirius?” she called.

     He breathed in the fragrance of her hair. “Yes?”

     "If we do get married and you know, have kids …“ trailed Y/N. "Promise me we’ll be better parents than our own. I wouldn’t want my daughter feeling this way because of me.” she murmured the last part so quietly that if they weren’t so close, he wouldn’t have the chance to hear what she just said.

     "I promise, darling.“ Sirius kissed her temple. "We’ll be the best and the coolest, most understanding parents in the world.”

     They both laughed to themselves, enjoying each other’s company once more, their eyes still looking out ahead where the owl was now no longer in sight.

“Troop Leader” Part 10

Summary: How will your father handle the fact that James Buchanan Barnes is the one mending your broken heart?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff

Word Count:1100

A/N: the fluff has begun! both taglists are open! (Bolded tags wouldnt let me tag them)

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Originally posted by sssmcdlove

Tony drove you the entire way to the hospital. He held your hand as the tears continued to flow. As much as he disliked Bucky, he knew that you had feelings for him, and he couldn’t stand to see you hurt. He still hadn’t accepted the fact that you liked Bucky. Obviously, he was going to try and protect his little girl as much as possible.

You were out of the car before Tony could even stop the car. You ran through the hospital like your life depended on it, and to you, it felt like it. You spotted Nat’s fiery red hair in line at the cafeteria. You ran at her full force. Good thing she was you coming or else you would have taken her out. She embraced you in the tightest hug she could muster up at the moment. She held you as you cried in the middle of the cafeteria. The patrons gave you sympathetic looks as they past.

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Damian Wayne as a Father Headcanons

A/N: Reader and Damian are adults in these. I went all out on this, so I really hope you like the structure and everything. Feedback is welcomed. ☺️

(c/n) = child’s name

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Damian as a father would include:

Pregnancy:
> Damian was excited when you told him he was going to be a father, well as excited as Damian manages to express.

> He had his concerns about whether he was going to be a good father, based on his family background and upbringing he had his doubts. However after reassuring him, that he managed to change and has become a better person his worry subsided.

> Now when he goes out on patrol, he’s more cautious and careful as he now has two people to come home to and protect.

> Whilst you’re pregnant, Damian is extremely over protective with everything. You are not putting yourself in any danger and he’ll make sure of that. He understands he’s being this way and apologised, explaining he doesn’t want either of you hurt since you’re a prime target now.

> Catering to your cravings the best he can. Sort of.
“Pennyworth, we need some strawberries and hot sauce?”
“We’re currently out of strawberries Master Damian, Miss (Y/n) has cleared them out.”
“Ugh, I’ll be back shortly beloved.”
“Really? You have to leave me, I know you’re getting stuff for me but I’m kind of annoyed by that and I don’t know why.”
“Hormones (y/n).”

> Trying to comfort you when you get emotional, but since Damian isn’t the best at it he comes up with other solutions.
“I could punch you right now!”
“Beloved, that’d be a stupid move.”
“Oh really? Because I love you… a lot and I didn’t mean that!” You were still yelling and you weren’t sure why.
“How about throwing some knives instead?”
“What?! NO! That’s ridiculous and I’m actually willing to do it. You’re such a good partner for letting me do this.” By your last statement you were crying and pulling him into an embrace.

> Both of you low-key freaking out when the baby kicks and you’re just hugging each other with massive grins on your faces.

> Receiving visits from Damian’s family, all of which are super excited to be apart of it and looking forward to having a new member in the family.

> Dick encouraging Damian that’s he’s going to be a good father.

> Bruce still not quite getting the fact his son has a proper family that’s almost normal, but enjoys it none the less.
“Bruce, you know you’re going to be a granddad right?”
“Yes of course I do (y/n), Damian is going to be a father and to be honest… it all feels surreal.”
“Tell me about it. It’s gonna be great though.”
“It truly is.”


Labour:
> When your waters broke, Damian was with you since he’d estimated the most likely time it’d happen. This man was prepared, he was still the son of the original Batman.

> Damian drove you to the hospital as soon as possible, not in the Batmobile much to your disappointment but understood there’d be no easy way to explain that.

> Panicking and being exhausted throughout labour and Damian telling you to breathe.

> “Holy shit (y/n)!!!” Damian actually yelped when you squeezed his hand during labour.
“You’re not giving birth Dami!”
“You’re a lot stronger than I thought.”
“Yep, comes with being your significant other for so long! Ah shit!”
“Breathe beloved, breathe.”

> With over 10 hours in labour you finally had your child and you were exhausted.
“I did it - Dami I -”
“I know beloved, you are so strong. I’m proud of you (y/n), I love you so much.”
“Love you too.”

> Holding the baby and you simply can’t believe you’ve created something so pure, suddenly you forget all the pain because it was all worth it for this child in your arms.

> Damian holds them next, and is so smitten that you know this child is gonna be spoilt. He almost cried because he thought he was incapable of producing something this innocent, his family do not have a grip on his baby and they never will.

> The rest of the Batfam piling in minutes later hoping to see their new addition.
Dick is super enthusiastic about the whole ordeal and sheds a few tears, whilst promising to be the best uncle ever which was open to dispute.
Jason was smiling more than ever, saying “It’s up to (y/n) to make sure we don’t get another demon spawn in the family. Right now though, I’m really proud of you two.”
Tim making sure you’re alright, asking about names and how much the baby weighs before checking on the others.
Bruce is over the moon and is third to hold his grandchild, he’s quick to congratulate you both and offers for you to stay at the manor so they can all help to get you back on your feet.
Cassandra doesn’t say anything, instead hugging you tightly with a wide grin on her face then patting Damian on the shoulder who remained by your bedside.
“You’ll make a great auntie Cass.” And that only made her smile more.


General Child Raising:
> Taking turns to get up in the night when the baby wakes up.

> Morning cuddles because you’re both exhausted.

> The baby getting lots of attention and babysitters consisting of Damian’s family which you’re eternally grateful for.

> Damian still being smitten as you expected, you find yourself leaning on the doorframe and watching the two interact often, a smile making its way onto your face.
“Are you alright beloved?”
“Y-yeah, it’s nice to be apart of this family.”
You soon join the two.

> Damian teaching your child self defence from a young age and you’re not too thrilled with the idea.
“Oh my - Damian! Why does (c/n) have a katana?!”
“I’m teaching (c/n) how to wield the weapon beloved.”
“Y-yeah, couldn’t you have started with a wooden one. A real one isn’t exactly safe for a 5 year old!”
“I did. At the age of 3. (C/n)’s skills have developed since then (y/n).”
“Oh my gosh. We’re terrible parents!” You yelped, throwing your hands in the air.

> Your child learning about Damian’s culture and heritage as well as your own so they know where to come from and if they want to celebrate any traditions.

> Both of you helping out with homework from school, Damian specialising in Maths.

> Having to come up with crazy explanations as to why their father came through the window in the dead of night looking like Batman.
“Is daddy Santa?”
“Uh not exactly… It’s more like the tooth fairy?”
“We are not saying that beloved, (c/n) I’m Batman - but you can’t tell anyone as this is a family secret.”
“Ok Batdad.” You’re child whispered, giggling at the nickname.

> Damian ok with them joining the family business as long as they pass his training resumés. They don’t go out if they’re sick or injured no matter what as this increases the likelihood of reckless behaviour.

> Teaching them the ways of Wayne Enterprises since they’re the future heir now.

> Your child learning about the hero business when they get older and finally accepting their father isn’t the tooth fairy.

> Giving them the choice of whether they want to become a vigilante with you supporting them 100% and Damian teaching them League of Assassins techniques regardless of their decision.

> Joking with you and Damian about becoming a villain because they’re fully equipped to do so but knowing that’s not how they were brought up.

> Them secretly having a favourite uncle but only Damian and yourself know who it is and refuse to tell the others.

> Kate Kane being the go to person for anything LGBT+ related, if your child is in fact an LGBT citizen or not.

> Generally being quite an open family that comes with a few cracks but you’re happy.


If it’s a Boy:
> “Looks like there’s a new son of Batman now.”
“Indeed there is, I hope he’ll be my successor one day.”

> Father son bonding activities, most of which included one on one training sessions. There a lot of testosterone in your home.

> Play fights all of the time, literally with anyone of his uncles that comes over. Whether it be Dick, Jason, Tim or Duke he’s going to show them the new moves Damian taught him.

> “I’m going to be the next Red Hood. You watch me!” As your son runs around with finger guns yelling ‘pew pew’ at inanimate objects much to your amusement.
“I’m going to kill Todd…”

> You’re son actually wanting to have powers like Jon, Supermans son, who visits on some occasions. Though after a long conversation about practicality with his father, (c/n) is convinced he’ll be the next Batman.
“Well Superman doesn’t have a Batmobile.”
“But he can fly father.”
“(C/n) has a point Dami.”

> Your son imitating Damian any chance he gets since he looks up to his father more than he realises.
“I am the son of the demon!”
“(Y/n), what was that?”
“Dick, do you really want to question it? He has Dami’s genes remember.”
“That’s who he reminds me of, Damian when he was younger - such a little sh-” Covering Dicks mouth before he could finish that sentence.

> Bruce saying he looks a lot like Damian and is proud of you both for raising your son so well. (C/n) has great manners at Galas when he’s older and is a hit with the ladies. Of course, for now - you’re the most important female in his life until he finds that special someone. Damian couldn’t be more proud.
“Meet my parents, Damian and (Y/n) Wayne.”
“It’s a pleasure, I hope our son is treating you well.”
“Yes, thank you Mrs Wayne.”


If it’s a Girl:
> Literally his little princess who he loves dearly.

> Cass coming over to style your daughters hair and spend time with her. Even though Cass isn’t talkative, your daughter speaks enough for the both of them.
“Can you do plaits Auntie Cass, like milkmaid ones?”
“I bet you can, you’re really good at making hair look pretty.” Cass just kisses her forehead and starts braiding.

> Finding out that she isn’t going to be a girly girl from a very early age.
“As I have Batdad, I get to drive the Batmobile when I’m older - maybe I can race!”
“I can teach you to drive now princess, I could drive by your age.”
“No! Damian, that’s illegal!”
“So is vigilantism.”
“…”

> Barbara and Stephanie coming over to help out and Stephanie even brought your daughter a Batgirl costume. Stephanie being so involved for personal reasons and just becoming her auntie not that there was any question.
“Steph, why did you buy this?”
“Why not? She’ll follow in our footsteps one day.”
“I’ll make sure she knows all the technical tricks.” Barbara was quick to add referring to her way with computers.

> Kate Kane and Harper Row also visiting to check up on you both. Kate claiming that girls have got to stick together. Your daughter thinking Harpers hair is the coolest thing in the world.
“Mommy, can I have my hair just like Harpers? With pink in it and can I have it rainbow?”
“That would look so cool!” Came the exaggerated enthusiasm of Harper.
“When you’re older, you can dye it however you want.”

> Damian gets over protective when romantic relationships come into the equation.
“Father, I fight crime with you at weekends. I’m perfectly capable of handling a romantic partner.”
“It’s funny you think they’ll even get a chance to get close to you.”
“Mom, a little help?!”

> “Touch my daughter and you’re dead.”
“You’re dad is joking right (c/n)?” Came your daughters current interest.
“Haha, uh yeah… no. No he’s not joking.”
“So what? Beat me to death?”
“More like slice you. With his katana.” Your daughter corrected.
“And that’s only if your uncles don’t get to them first (c/n)!”
“Thanks for that mom.”

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Genre: CEO! AU

Pairing: Jimin

Fandom: BTS

Request: I need a Ceo! au with jiminie. I’m not a huge fan of smut so I’d like something really cute and/or angst

Originally posted by park-jimizzle

Today was absolutely nothing special what so ever. In fact today had started off so insignificantly that you woke up eating the same breakfast as the day before, got dressed at the same time, and made it all the way to work seeing the same people on the subway. You leaned your face against your hand with a sigh. You wanted to fill your head with day dreams of you accidentally getting stuck in the elevator with a hot guy or someone running up and confessing their love out of nowhere but your boss was expecting his coffee and sadly it was your job to bring it. 

“Good morning, sir.” You said, opening the door to his office.

Jimin sat at his desk looking over a folder to which you had assumed was the application of someone to fill you place when you were leaving.  You had only worked here for about a year or so and the only perk seemed to be having a hot boss. The rest of the time you found yourself bored out of your mind and unless he was willing to drop everything and bend you over his desk nothing would be worth staying here anymore.

“Good morning, Y/N.” Jimin says just like he does every morning, not even looking up at you. 

You walk over to set the cup next to him but stopped to look at the new application in his hands. 

“Find someone better than me, yet?” You said, jokingly.

He titled his head up to look at you. “I mean it’s not hard to find an assistant but I’m just trying to be cautious.”

You nod. “Yeah I understand. Well good luck with finding someone.”

As you take one step away from his desk you trip on your own two feet causing Jimin to jump up, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer to him. You felt your own chest now being pressed against his, making his face turn a shade of pink.

“I know I should have asked this earlier but what location-” A co-worker of yours begins to ask but stops when she sees Jimin’s arms around you. 

“I-I’m sorry I should have knocked…Please excuse me..” She practically bolted out of the room. 

Jimin immediately lets go of you, flustered. “Oh great…”

“Um, thank you for catching me.” 

“I could have done a better job. Who knows what she thinks she saw.” He groaned. 

“I’ll go talk to her, okay? It’s not that hard to explain.”

“If you say so…I guess I’ll just have to leave this one in your hands. Thank you, Y/N. I’m sorry for grabbing you like that.”

You give him a smile on your way out. “It’s fine.”

When you shut the door he collapsed in his chair still blushing. He kept replaying it in his mind to only make himself more flustered. It wasn’t just because he could feel how warm you were, it had something to do with the eye contact the both of you shared. He had always thought of you as attractive but he never expected to act on it. Not that he did…or so he keeps telling himself.

As soon as you came out of the office you could feel everyone’s eyes on you. It hadn’t been more than 5 minutes and you knew the whole office had something in mind. Explaining yourself out loud in front of everyone would just make you look crazy so you just walked back to your seat. 

“It’s so cliche. The assistant sleeping with the boss.”

“Can you blame her? He’s crazy rich….”

Those were the kinds of things you kept hearing from whispers in the distance. You wondered if it was bad enough to report the rumors to Jimin. If only you could find the girl who walked into the office earlier and just explain everything this would all go away. Around lunch you slipped into his office secretly. 

“Can I speak to you?”

Jimin sits up. “…sure..What is it?”

“Uh, well i’m not sure how to say this so i’m just gonna say it.”

“Go ahead.” Jimin tensed up, thinking you were going to say the words he was thinking. That he could finally tell you how much he would think about you during the day and how much he would call you into his office just to share one or two words. 

“I think today should be my last day.”

He choked on his drink. “What? Is it because of earlier? I wasn’t trying to harass you, I was just trying to catch you-”

“Huh? Oh! No! I wasn’t talking about that. I mean it has to do with that…Um well, people are saying that we are…sleeping together? Of course, we both know we’re not but this could be trouble for you.”

He sighed, sitting back in his chair. “I don’t see the problem.”

“What?” You almost shouted. 

“Well, I practically own this place. Therefor I can date who I want regardless of it being an employee.”

You had a wave of shock plastered on your face. “But sir, we aren’t together-”

“Then how about it?”

“A-are you asking me out?”

Jimin stood up from his desk, coming around to the front. He stood directly in front of you.

“If you’re accepting it I am.”

You started to think about whether he had shown you signs of interest before this but you were still so in shock it was hard to think about anything else than what was going on now. 

“Will this effect my job?’” You questioned, cautiously.

He shook his head. “I won’t let anyone do a thing to your job. How about we go out for dinner and if it goes well then maybe we’ll make those rumors true.”

Your face was now the one turning red. 

“I’m just messing with you, Y/N.” He laughed. 

His whole face seemed to have lit up, showing you a new side of him. His smile was something out of a movie that made you want to keep seeing that. If you could be the reason for his smile that would only make it better. 

“I want to go on a date with you. To be quite honest…I have thought about it.” You admitted. 

“I guess that makes two of us then. Did you really think I kept needing help on the same thing everyday?”

Now you’re questioning yourself for not seeing it before. 

“So, it’s a date then?”

Jimin slid his hand out of his pocket and taking hold of yours. He lifted it up to his lips.

“Yeah, It’s a date.”

질투 (Jiltu) (1/2)

Originally posted by perolinha

Title : 질투 (Jiltu) - Jealousy

Author : Myself

Genre : Drama, fluff, Angst

Words : 4057

Summary : Jinyoung can’t help it. He knows you, he knows your heart, but he can’t help it. 

Part I 

He was fuming. Every muscle was painfully contracted, from his jaw to his toes. His fingers were taping incoherently on the wooden table, feet mimicking the sound on the parquet. He could accept, he could be the chill boyfriend, brushing his worries off because of love, but he wasn’t this type of person.

Jinyoung wasn’t chill.

The fact that you could be close to another man wasn’t something he was against to, because he had friends of the opposite sex. What was enraging was seeing you, hugging, laughing, touching him like you belonged to this guy.

And he couldn’t accept it, not when you certainly didn’t belong to anyone except him.

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