you open it the wrong way!

anonymous asked:

if you dont mind me askin, when do you plan to update those rec lists you are talking about? By no means am i rushing you! dont get me wrong. Just that I like to plan out my reading sched and i want to know if I should binge-read the fics I already have opened to make way for future ones. lots of love hailey! xoxo

I have a lot of people asking me to update them, so maybe by time travel au tomorrow and the soulmate au on Monday!

Chris Evans Goes Skydiving: “What If the Chute Doesn’t Open?”
Chris Evans is going down—literally. For Esquire’s April issue, Evans decided to go skydiving in rural southern California. As the actor laid in bed the night before, he confessed, “I started exploring the sensation of ‘What if the chute doesn’t open?’ Those last minutes where you know. You’re not gonna pass out; you’re gonna be wide awake. So what? Do I close my eyes? Hopefully, it would be quick. Lights out. I f–king hope it would be quick. And then I was like: If you’re gonna do it, let’s just pretend there is no way this is going to go wrong. Just really embrace it and jump out of that plane with gusto.”

The Easy Way - Carl Grimes & Negan Imagine


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summary: This is basically Negan being a prick to you, Carl’s girlfriend.

You sat on the floor in Judith’s room playing with her hands, making her giggle. When the door opened, you just assumed it was Olivia, but boy were you wrong. Negan walked in with Carl following him closely. Your laughter stopped and the smile dropped from your face, but Judith continued laughing. You instantly looked at Carl, unsure of what Negan had planned or was doing here.

“Well god damn, I don’t know which one of you is more adorable,” Negan chuckled before picking Judith up out of your lap and blowing you a kiss. You almost fought to hold on to Judith, but you knew better. He was going to take her, and it was better to let him have what he wanted the easy way.

You sat on the floor in disbelief, watching as the wicked man who killed your friends cradled the small child, cooing her into relaxation.

“Get up, precious. Join us on the patio,” Negan directed with a smirk. You stood up slowly, never breaking eye contact with him. Normally, either you or Carl would have made some kind of snarky remark towards Negan, but with him holding Judith, you complied with whatever he wished. Negan left the room, Carl following behind him, and you behind Carl.

“So,” Negan began, “this your girl?”

Carl looked at you before nodding, his facial expression remaining the same. It wasn’t how it normally was in the presence of Negan, though. He wasn’t wearing the same scowl his father often did. His face seemed softer; less intense.

“That sucks,” Negan sighed, pausing to taking a good look at your face. “I remember you.”

You didn’t dare respond.

“You’re that little badass who didn’t even flinch when red head took his beating! How could I forget such a pretty face?” he teased. You remained silent, glaring at him.

“I can see why you like the future serial killer so much. He’s a neat guy,” he said, sliding to the edge of his seat and leaning in closer to you. “Your daughter, she’s precious, just like you,” Negan taunted.

Your eyes widened when you realized that Negan thought Judith was your kid. You looked at Carl to see if you should correct him or not.

“She’s not her daughter,” Carl spoke up. “She’s my sister.”

Negan’s face faded back into a smirk. “Oh, goodie! That means you’re nice and unworn down there,” he mumbled, looking you up and down.

You stood up and walked inside, sick of his menacing bullshit. You’re something he can’t have the easy way.

Originally posted by justnegan

I’m gonna be honest: I’ve always hated New Year’s resolutions.

I feel like resolutions are about setting yourself up for shame and failure. For instance, ‘I will adhere to a new diet’ or ‘I will mediate every morning.’ Then one morning, because you’re a human person, you forget to meditate or you don’t have time to meditate or you can’t be bothered to meditate. And then your resolution is broken, and you have failed.

How about this year we start thinking in terms of quests? A quest is completely different from a resolution. For instance, ‘I will take the Ring to Mordor’ or ‘I will find the Arc of the Covenant’ or ‘I will figure out what kind of work makes me happy’ or ‘I will learn how to become open and trusting in my relationships.’

No shame involved. If you’re on your way to Mordor and you take a wrong turn and accidentally end up in Isengard, you haven’t failed. You’ve just gotten a little off course.

A quest is about the intention.

A quest is about the journey.

A quest is of indefinite length and uncertain duration.

A quest allows for unforeseen circumstances and unexpected turns.

A quest cannot be accidentally broken, only voluntarily abandoned.

Sometimes, if the plot changes, you (the hero) might choose to abandon your quest for a different quest, and this is not failure.

This year, I’ve decided to stop thinking about what I should be doing and start thinking about where I’d like to be going.

And then begin by taking a single step.

You see that wine Chuuya opened?

THAT’S F*CKING EXPENSIVE—yes, possibly more expensive than the 1989 Petrus he opened when Dazai turned coat—SO F*CKING EXPENSIVE KOUYOU ACTUALLY HAD TO ASK IF IT WAS OKAY FOR THEM TO DRINK IT THAT WAY. Of course, Mori gives no damn because duh Chuuya has that kind of money to spend because of the organization lol.

Alright, I’m no wine connoisseur, but Google helps.

Chuuya opened a 1964 Romanée-Conti, right?

Yeah, it’s misspelled as “Romanée-Konti”.

Meaning my and @nolongertainted’s estimate of Chuuya’s earnings per month (~JPY 2,360,000) is still grossly lacking. @_@


There was once a set of Romanée-Conti wines that sold for USD 28,112 = JPY 3,313,224.10. Those were year 1990 wines (which was a hard year), and were sold at an auction, so the price really went high.


So, I checked the manga (thanks @dazaiscans​!) to see if Chuuya really did open a Romanée-Conti which I really should have done before I posted this last night UUUGH, because I don’t remember that wine being mentioned in the manga (I knew Romanée-Conti from looking up expensive wines for a fic lol and no wine collector in their right mind would open that treasure chest just like that imo).

Manga (Chapter 37):

Real Life (search for “Romanée-Conti 1964″ on Google Images):

It turns out I didn’t remember “Romanée-Conti” being mentioned because he said he opened a “1964 Monopole” and the wine brand name was small af in the manga.

TL;DR: He really did open an expensive af 1964 Romanée-Conti wine you’d probably sell all of your organs for but the money just won’t be enough.

kalopsian-king  asked:

Your voltron headcanons are literally the Best Thing™ I have read ever and you should def make more my friend 👌👌

*hamilton voice* what if this shit is my legacy

  • they have eleborate missions to keep coran out of the kitchen so that hunk can cook dinner
    • there are codenames and everything
    • “The Mustache has left the Barber Shop, Razor are you in position to run interference??” “lance can you speak like a normal human being please”
  • *lance opens his mouth* shiro: “no”
  • any time allura picks up a weapon she always points it the wrong way, every single time, without fail
  • give keith and pidge like five minutes and they’ll uncover some sort of conspiracy
    • hunk, looking out at golden, rolling fields: “wow what a lovely, peaceful planet-” pidge: “hey guys I just hacked the king’s computer and it turns out they’re running labor camps across the valley” keith: “oh that makes sense considering the fact that galrans have infiltrated this government”
    • hunk is just. can we have one day. one relaxed fucking day
  • sometimes shiro’ll walk into a room with a disappointed look on his face just to see the guilt that reflexively appears on lance’s face whenever he does
  • keith is basically that cat that’ll make eye contact with you as he pushes an object off of a table
    • “keith that is incredibly dangerous and you shouldn’t do it” keith, nodding: “yes but consider this-” *nosedives straight into the middle of an enemy base*
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You may think he will only fall in love with you if you fit into a list;

If your eyes are a certain color, if your body moves a certain way, if your hair falls in perfect waves.

I am here to tell you that you are oh so wrong.

Instead, he will fall in love with the sparkle in your eyes as you stare at the stars.

He will fall in love with how you sleep with your mouth open, so that he can feel your warm breath against his skin.

He will fall in love with your lips and how they move when you say his name.

He will fall in love with you when you are dancing about the kitchen at one in the morning, baking a cake, whenit feels like you two are the only ones in the entire world.

He will fall for the little things that you never notice, and when he does, darling,

You will realize that people don’t fall in love with those who fit the lists they have created,

People create lists from the ones they have fallen in love with.

-H.L. Fitzgerald 12/23/16

Ho, Hey

Summary: You overhear your boyfriend Cas saying that he doesn’t feel like he belongs, so you do everything you can to show him just how wrong he is.

Pairing: Castiel x Reader (surprise, surprise)

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: FLUFF OVERLOAD. seriously so fucking sweet and fluffy. like, my teeth rotted out as I wrote this.

A/N: so this starts out in episode 12x03, “The Foundry”, and this is loosely based off of the chorus of the song “Ho, Hey” (hence the title) by The Lumineers. I actually didn’t originally plan on ending it the way I did, it just happened, and I hope yall enjoy it. Cause this fic is HELLA fluffy. OH YEAH, and “olani hoath ol” means “I love you” in Enochian :-)

Originally posted by cassammydean

Your eyes fluttered open, your brow furrowing at the empty spot beside you in the bed you shared with your boyfriend, Castiel. Where’s Cas? you thought.

With a groan, you tossed your blankets to the side, standing up and stretching before leaving your room to go find Cas. You had become so accustomed to sleeping next to him, it was almost like your body knew when he wasn’t there, refusing to sleep until he was back beside you. Where he belonged.

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Whoa.  Okay.  Bismuth is an old friend, then.

Pearl’s an ex-slave; I’ve talked about, Silver’s gotten to it as well.  It’s a fact of her background and informs a big part of the way she bonds with other people.  If I had to guess, I’m pretty certain that most ex-slaves wouldn’t be okay with someone who wasn’t a very close friend opening with a joke about “where’s your owner”, even one as positive as this one is–and it is positive, interestingly, because “Who do you belong to?” is entirely meant to set up the response:


This isn’t Peridot, not understanding that ownership of Pearls is wrong and casually denigrating her; this is an old friend, someone who knows Pearl very well, tossing an easy setup over the plate so Pearl could affirm herself.

And Garnet!

They’re bros!  As in the modern Physical Affection Through Violence type, apparently.  Seeing Bismuth made Garnet completely lose her cool for a moment–and let her guard down, both literally and figuratively.

That’s what everyone else reads her glasses as being symbolic of, right?

Anyways, this is an old friend–not just a former comrade-in-arms, but a real friend, one who must have gone missing during the war, one whose absence the girls must have wondered about for millennia.

And she was right here.

What the hell did she do?

BTS Reaction: You’re insecure about being natural around them

Request:  I love ur blog so much I was super happy to see your request were open again lol 😭❤️ do you think you can do a BTS reaction to their girlfriend being too insecure to be natural around them? Like no makeup, natural hair, etc?

A/N: This is honestly so sweet thank you so much! I can only apologise for the wait, but I really hope it’s worth it for being such a sweetheart <3 xx


Originally posted by bangtannoonas

I think Jin would wonder if it was something he was doing wrong as you were so insecure and so he would go out of his way to compliment you, whether it be on your appearance or that your laugh was particularly adorable. Either way he would just try and make you feel comfortable enough around him to be natural without make up or your hair done, but he wouldn’t want to pressure you into it either as he respected that it was your body and your choice. 


Originally posted by kthmyg

He would watch you finishing off your make up before a date and would look at you and wonder why on earth a girl as beautiful as you both in and out would feel the need to wear so much make up. Of course you looked beautiful with it on too but he started to feel concerned that you felt like you needed it. He would sit next to you and whisper in your ear that you simply didn’t need it but when you explained you wanted to he would leave it at that, leaving a tender kiss on your cheek.


Originally posted by myloveseokjin

I think at first Hobi would be concerned, after all his main priority would be making sure you realised how beautiful you truly were and he was confused as to how you couldn’t see that. However, when he realised that you weren’t ready to be naturally beautiful around him yet he would make an effort to learn about your make up, asking you lots of questions and pointing out the ones his make up noonas use to reassure you it was okay.

Rap Monster:

Originally posted by bangthebae

While Namjoon would definitely appreciate the effort you put into your hair and make up, he would definitely drum into you that it wasn’t necessary and that you could show up bare faced and beautiful. Regardless, you knew the subtle looks and not so subtle heart eyes were a clear indication of how beautiful he thought you were but he would be understanding if you didn’t want to yet. 


Originally posted by chimcheroo

He would regularly play with your hair, loving the feeling of running his hands through it but one day he asked you what your hair was like naturally, when you first woke up in the morning. When you told him you thought it looked awful he dismissed you immediately, still patting your hair tenderly and promising himself that he would see it someday and tell you how beautiful it was.


Originally posted by armyfanclub

Taehyung would beg you to show him your face without make up but when you refused, compromised with maybe a little less make up or a more natural look. When you finally complied he told you how gorgeous you looked and how he could only imagine how radiant you were without it and that he hoped to see it someday before sitting with you and pulling faces in the mirror.


Originally posted by jeonbase

Little Kook wouldn’t be too sure how to handle your insecurity until he had a brainwave. He walked out the bathroom one day with his hair sticking up everywhere and remnants of your make up strewn over his face with lipstick up to his ears. ‘See Jagi, now you’ve seen me like this you gotta let me see you all natural’ he’d giggle, attempting to wipe his face on your shoulder.

Imagine TFW Finding You Broken Hearted

Originally posted by themegalosaurus

 “Y/n? Honey, are you ok? Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Sam asks, voice full of concern as slowly opens up my door. He tries to find the light, but I stop him before he can reach it.

   “Please, don’t turn on the light” I croak, Sam made his way over to me and sat beside me on the bed. His fingers carded through my long hair, as he waited for me to respond.

“Sammy.” Was all I could let out before my walls came crashing down and the tears started pouring down my checks. Sam kicked off his boots, threw his jacket on my chair, and got under the covers with me. His big, strong arms wrapped around me like a fortress. Cradling me from the outside world.

“It’s ok, Y/n. I’m here. Sammy’s here.” He cooed to me soothingly. He tried comforting me by shushing me and rubbing my back. I about told him everything until I saw a figure pass by in the dim lighted hallway. I raised up to see who was there, and Dean’s piercing green eyes met mine. He saw the broken on my face and it caught his attention. He strolled into my room and laid on the other side of my bed beside me.

“You ok, Baby girl?” Worry crept upon his face. I squeezed his hand tightly, almost as if I was afraid he was going to leave. The tears still weren’t letting up.

“Ayden broke up with me today.” I choked back a sob and hid my face in Sam’s chest. The boys sighed sadly and try to comfort me.

“I know that we haven’t dated for too long, but I really liked him. He was like my best friend outside of you guys and Cas. He was always there for me when I needed someone to talk to, someone who I could be myself with, someone who I felt like actually cared about me, and my feelings.” I explained, as I tried to wipe away the tears.

“I can’t believe he cheated on me with other girls. I thought he loved me, De. Why would he do this to me? I thought he was happy. Am I not enough? He lied to me about everything! He said he loved me, but he didn’t! Not like the way I loved him” I bawled, letting all my emotions out.

“Hey, you look at me.” Dean said sternly.

“You don’t ever, and I mean EVER think that you’re not enough! You got it?” I glanced at Dean and nodded. Trying to be strong. Sam took my face into his hands and met my eyes.

“You’re are enough, Y/n. He was a jerk, and one day you will find the right guy. I promise. Ayden, doesn’t realize how special you are. Don’t let his actions make you feel less. That’s a reflection of him, not you. I know it seems awful right now, but in a couple years you will have forgotten all about him. You’re beautiful, funny, smart, caring, lovable, a kick ass hunter, and you’re Y/n Fucking Winchester! Things will get better, they always do. If they don’t, you know Dean and I always have your back. We will always be here to pick you up when you feel like you can’t go on.” Sam said giving me a small, endearing smile.

“Thanks you guys. I don’t know what I would do without you. I love you, both. The same goes for you guys, too. I’m always here for you boys. We’re family.” I took both of their hands in mine, and at the same time they kissed the top of my forehead. Before I knew it, Cas appeared in my room with a big bag of gummi bears, and a solemn look on his face.

“Hello Y/n, I heard that you were upset and I know gummi bears are your favorite. I thought this might cheer you up.” He trudge over to the bed and handed it to me. I gave him a smile and thanked him.

“I will get through this breakup, because I already have the best guys I could ask for.”

After awhile, we all went out to the living room to watch the movie called “Why Him?”. I’ve saw it already, but the boys haven’t so I offered to rewatch it. About halfway through it I fell asleep, and when I woke up the boys were nowhere in sight.

“Sam? Dean? Cas?” I looked around the bunker to see if there was any sign of them, but I had no luck. On my way back to the living room, I went through the library and saw a note lying on the table from Sam.

Dean, Cas, and I will be back later. We had  to pay someone a visit. Love, Sam.

I rolled my eyes and went back to lie down on the couch. Waiting to hear about how much fun the boys had kicking my ex boyfriend’s ass. I fell back asleep with a grin on my face.

@winchesters-favorite-girl @not-moose-one-shots @sisterwinchesterwriter @mousehybrid @nothin-after-79 @hawkeyethenerd @deevvoon @vvinch3st3r @emwinchester1 @straightasdeanwinchester @jude-elizabeth-winchester @fanboyswhereare-you @crazynerdandproud @sassyspngeek @chrisevansthedoritobastard

When the signs feel hopeless:

Aries: They will say things they don’t mean out of frustration.

Taurus: They don’t want you asking them a million questions about what’s wrong and would rather be left alone.

Gemini: They will look to the people they trust the most and vent to them until they feel like they’ve said everything they can say.

Cancer: They will isolate themselves until they feel it’s the right time to talk.

Leo: They will want to vent about it but they don’t want their private life out in the open so they’ll smile through it.

Virgo: They will beat themselves up about the situation until they find a way to fix it.

Libra: They will let that one problem affect their whole day and view.

Scorpio: They will want to spill everything out but it feels like nobody will actually listen or understand them.

Sagittarius: They will become more serious and tense, and less tolerant of everyone that’s around them.

Capricorn: They’ll pick themselves up and face whatever is left of their day, or sleep it away.

Aquarius: They can become uneasy and silent, very unlike themselves, especially around their friends.

Pisces: They become anxious and tend to feel like the whole world is against them.

Engagement (M)

Originally posted by parkchny

Request: Hi! I see requests are open? If it isn’t too much trouble could I request a Chanyeol (or Lay depending on your feels for the fic) fluffy smut when you’re quite a bit younger than him and really inexperienced so he is his cute adorable self and, as your boyfriend/fiancé makes your first time as passionate and playful and adorable as possible?

Genre: Fluff/Smut

Word Count: 1647

A/N: In the request, it does say “younger” and I don’t want anyone taking that the wrong way. Obviously, it means she is over the age of consent. Just wanted to clarify.

Laughs and giggles echoed throughout the hallway of your shared apartment as Chanyeol’s swift fingers tickled your waist whilst you attempted to lock the front door. Despite your pleas of mercy between stifled chuckles and gasps of air, the tall, black-haired man refused to cooperate and continued to attack your sides with his large hands.

He suddenly scooped you up into his arms and carried you to lie on the couch before continuing his assault on your sensitive stomach. “Chanyeol!” you squealed whilst slapping his firm torso, “Stop! I can’t breathe.” The man instantly ceased his movements and allowed you to catch your breath. Afterwards, he lay down to snuggle up behind your smaller figure and enveloped his arms around your torso in a tight hug. You smiled in content and looked down at your hand which hung from the edge of the couch, and raised it in front of your face to admire the ring that adorned the dainty finger.

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I Love It (M)

Originally posted by selwinchester


It’s 2:10 am, and your glorious-voiced, annoying ass boyfriend is drunk texting you.  What could he possibly want at this time of night when he’s in a different country and time-zone?  Only one way to find out, right?

<<“Yes, yeobo.  What’s wrong?”

>>”miss u lotz ;)”

<<”Oppa its 2am. Can we talk tomorrow, when ur sober & I’ve slept”

>> bt……..dnt u miss me??? D:

<<Of course I do oppa, it’s just I’m tired.  Stressful day and no u to come home too :(“

>>Don’t worry baby, oppa will be there soon to help :P”

<<”Promises. Promises.”

>>”Open the door.”

<<”Haha. Not funny.  Ur still on tour.”


Who the fuck is ringing my doorbell at this time.  Picking up your baseball bat, you head to the front door.  Looking through the peephole, all you can see is the top of a man’s head.  You’d recognize that head anywhere, you’ve seen the top of it more times than you can count.  You opened the door and yanked him before the neighbors started complaining.  Not only was he drunk, he was loudly singing ‘I Love It,’ the song he “supposedly wrote about the two of you.  You were pretty sure he just said that to get some, but you let it slide, it was a damn good song and your favorite.

Pouting with your arms crossed you stare at Kwon Hyuk, or as his Rebels know him Dean, your boyfriend of nearly four years who was currently struggling to get his shoes off.  Once he finally stood up, leaning on the door with a goofy grin, you couldn’t help but crack a small smile at him.  But, you knew you had to stay strong if you wanted answers.  “So…you get back and go drinking with your friends instead of calling or seeing me?  And you wake me up to let you in?  Really Hyuk??”  As you say the words you can feel your ears getting hot, but you close your eyes and focus on your breathing.  You know you have a tendency of letting your anger get the best of you.  But that just led to AWESOME makeup sex, you could never stay mad at him long.  He was just too cute, and he knew just how to make you melt.

“자기야.  I never planned this, I swear.  We got in and had to go to a meeting this afternoon.  My plan was to come home early and surprise you, but we started celebrating and I lost track of time.미안해…how can I make it up to you?”  Not the puppy dog eyes!  He was doing it, yep, you were gonna break.  You were breaking, the walls were coming down.  He stepped closer, waiting for you to close the distance, pouting his lips.  That was it, walls destroyed.  Sighing you wrapped your arms around his waist laying your head on his chest, you breathed deep and jerked away from him.  “You could go take a shower, you said laughing.  “You smell like you bathed in whiskey and cigar ashes.  Oh my God,” you couldn’t help but to laugh at his shocked expression.  

“I don’t even get a kiss?”  

“No, you don’t stinky.  I’m going back to bed,” you call over your shoulder as you returned to your shared bedroom.  As you slipped into your now cold sheets you sighed and rolled over not being able to sleep.  You needed him, it wasn’t enough that he was home, you needed him to hold you.  You need to have him in bed so you could lay on his chest tangling your legs together.  Hearing his heart while he sang to you softly, rubbing soothing circles on your lower back.  You laid there staring at the ceiling waiting for the shower to turn off.  A few minutes later you FINALLY heard the sound of the shower turning off.  Just when you were going to check to see if he fell asleep on the toilet again, too funny.  You had sooo many pictures of him there.  Right as you were about to throw the covers back, you heard the bathroom door open and his feet softly padding down the hall.  He came in in his sleep pants and no shirt.  He smiled when he saw you were still awake.  

“What’s wrong, 자기?  Did you forget something?”  He laughed, he knew you hated sleeping alone.  Just like him, but he hardly admits it out loud. He just drops hints when he’s on tour, saying he wished you were there to see the sights and he missed you.  You didn’t care, you told him you needed to feel him close. Not just for sex, but just because he was a part of you now. You guys never talked about the past or the future. You just loved and lived in the now.

“You know I had to wait for my Hyukkie-Bear,” you laughed as he cringed at his least favorite nickname. But he smiled and “assumed the position” nonetheless. As soon as he was situated and opened his arms you laid your head over his heart as his hand rested on your hip, rubbing small circles.  You two fit together perfectly, like a two piece puzzle. He was your perfect match and you were his.

“What do you want to hear tonight baby?”  You cuddled deeper into his side, breathing in your favorite scent, just his skin and body wash. No fancy colognes to hide the smell that was just him.

“Whatever you want, as long it’s you singing,” you sighed closing your eyes.  He started the singing Ed Sheeran’s ‘Thinking Out Loud.’  The song you fell in love with on first listen, other than his of course.  You were asleep by the time he finished the chorus, you hadn’t fallen that easily the whole time he was gone and it was heaven sent.  “Baby,” he whispered poking you.  “자기?”  He said a little louder, poking you harder.  Taking your grunt as a signal you were awake he asked, “Will you marry me?”  Not listening and being half asleep, you cuddled down deeper, kissed his chest and said, “Yeah babe, of course.”  As you peacefully slept, Hyuk slipped your engagement ring on your finger.  Rose gold with a chocolate diamond like you always wanted.  With a smile on his face, he kissed you on the top of your head, “I love you, y/n.”

And with that he closed his eyes, went to sleep and awoke the next morning to you running and screaming down the hall.  Pouncing on him, screaming “I LOVE IT,” while kissing him all over his face.  Just like he knew you would.

BTS(Maknae Line)| Demon AU| When you disappear

Requested by Anon.

I feele like this is really shitty but I hope you like anyways. Also I wanted to let all of youKnow that I’m a sucker for BTS AU’s, btw.


Hyung Line


Jimin wanted to be a normal boyfriend for you, without all this demon shit. SO, he was really happy when you texted him in the morning if he wants to come over this evening to eat pizza and watch movies. When he ringed the bell punctual at 6 pm, an uneasy feeling grew in his stomach. His intuition seemed right when you still didn’t opened the door after he ringrd the fifth time. He easily found his way in your living room and realised that you weren’t there. His first thought was, that you were too scared of him, but when the door ringed and a voice said “your pizza is here”, he knew something was awfully wrong.

“ It seems like someone is going to die tonight.”

Originally posted by vminv


He wanted to surprise you with a fancy dinner and didn’t grew suspicious when you wouldn’t answer his short message which told you to be ready at 7pm. When he stood at your doormat, five minutes too late with a bouquet of flowers in his hand, he eagerly knocked on your door, his typical boxy smile on his face. His first thought when you didn’t opened the door was that you were mad at him. He was amused until he realised that no light was burning and no heart beating. He angrily broke your door and stormed inside your apartment. When he couldn’t find you anywhere, he freaked out. The thought of losing you was unbearable for him. 

“Whoever took you away from me, I will show him what it means to steal from a demon”

Originally posted by taeinmycup


Jungkook wanted to spend some time with you since he was always very busy. He could  already imagine your wide smile when you would see him on your door step, sushi in his hand. He smiled while bying the food. When he arrived at your home he was ready to greet you with open arms when he realised that there wasn’t any hint of life in your apartment. He immediately made his way inside, searching for a trace of your current position. When he couldn’t find anything, he rushed back outside while calling his friends for help.

“This is going to be a bloody night.”

Originally posted by queenwithcollars

The Bangtan Boys react to you having a problem with your appearance...


You were trying to fit into a new, tight-fitting dress that you’d bought a little while earlier whilst Yoongi was lying on the bed, his back to you as you changed.

The dress had looked so stunning on the mannequin – why did it look so strange on you?

You shifted this way and that in the mirror in an attempt to find a flattering angle, but – from your perspective anyway – all of the wrong curves were being accentuated, the straps were permanently wonky and your legs looked out of place…

“I look awful in this dress,” you announced, and Yoongi took that as a hint to turn around. His brown eyes fell on you immediately, and he struggled to keep his usual cool facial expression as his mind registered how beautiful you looked. And then he remembered what you had said, and his mouth opened in shock.

“Awful?” he repeated, confused by the word. It wasn’t a word that he would ever have dreamed of associating with you. As you turned in the mirror, your face contemplative, he pulled a doubtful expression. “In what way?”.

“In every way,” you tried to explain, whilst Yoongi continued to stare at you in wonder. “It doesn’t look right on me, Yoongi”.

“Well, you’re wrong,” he stated matter-of-factly, his voice low.

“I’m wrong?” you asked, smiling despite yourself. He hummed in confirmation.

“Y/N – you’re my favourite person in the world. So please don’t offend me by insulting yourself”. You gave him a dumbfounded look, and he smirked at you.

“Yoongi,” you said, laughing.

“You look amazing. You always look amazing – in that dress… in everything”. You paused, your cheeks instantly flushing. Your eyes met, and he turned away shyly when he saw your loving smile. “Hurry up and get dressed already, Y/N”.


You and Hoseok had decided to go for a walk (Hoseok had decided to go for a walk) because it was a nice day and being locked up inside seemed like such a waste.

You’d now been walking for a while, and although you loved spending time with your amazing boyfriend… you were getting kind of tired, to say the least.

“Can we go back now, Hobi?” you asked sweetly, pouting involuntarily when he turned to look at you.

The sun was shining on him, which made him look even more handsome when he smiled at you.

“Are you getting tired, Jagi?” he asked, concerned enough to stop walking and turn back to get a better look at you. He had to crouch down a bit to see your face when you looked shamefully down at the ground, and he pulled your chin up with his finger, his brilliant smile warming your heart.

“How about I give you a piggyback-ride!”. It wasn’t exactly a question but more of an excited exclamation. Your heart seemed to halt. “I’ll carry you back home, Y/N. That way you don’t have to-“.

“I’m too heavy!” you insisted just as he was leaning down to begin. “I’ll probably break your back, Hobi”. You tried to sound jokey, but Hoseok could hear the self-doubt in your voice.

Standing up and wrapping his arms around your waist, he let out a little sigh.

“You,” he started, as if he didn’t know where to. “You are not ‘heavy’, Y/N”. He laughed at the word, but when he saw you were still serious, he made it his mission to make you smile.

He quickly kissed your lips, surprising you, and he tightened his grip around your waist so that you were practically hugging, which made you giggle finally.

“Y/N, you’re beautiful”. He hesitated, and you blushed at his honest tone. “We can just hold hands, if you’re really that worried”.


You and Namjoon were in his room, somewhat relaxing. Well, you were pretty relaxed – Namjoon was working on a new song whilst you curled up beside him, your oversized hoody and your boyfriend’s presence both keeping you warm.

His concentrating face was so beautiful that honestly, you’d been staring at it for a while now.

Sitting up to stretch, your eyes found your reflection in the mirror, and you made a disapproving sound when you saw your hair – in your opinion, it was spiralling out in all the wrong directions, rebelling against your supposed hairstyle.

“Ugh,” you said aloud, momentarily trying to tame it before giving up. “My hair looks a mess”.

“What do you mean?” Namjoon asked, stopping his work for a moment to stare at the same reflection. Your eyes met in the mirror and he smiled bashfully, his dimples showing as he looked back down at his work. “You look beautiful”.

“Um, but you have to say that,” you half-laughed, half-deadpanned. His compliments were frequent and never short of sweet, but today you just didn’t see what he was seeing. “It’s all weird and wrong – what happened to it?”.

Namjoon’s deep laugh sounded beside you.

“But I love it, baby”.

“You have to say that, too”. Groaning in frustration, you broke eye contact with the girl in the mirror and threw yourself back down beside him.

Namjoon could see that this was upsetting you, and he hated the thought of you being upset.

He put his work aside for a minute, slouching down to be at level with you and enveloping you into a hug. He kissed your cheek softly and you laughed as though he had told a very funny joke.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice so low it gave you tingles. “If you don’t like your hair, you can do something new to it. You can do whatever you want to it and I’ll still love you. No matter what you do, Y/N, I’ll still love you”.


You were relaxing outside with Jin since the weather was so nice today, sat in between his legs with his arms wrapped around your waist, giving you a sort of on-top-of-the-world kind of feeling.

“Ooh!” you randomly exclaimed, reaching for your phone as the idea struck you. “Let’s get a picture”.

He was so handsome and beautiful that you felt unmatched to him in all of the selcas you took together, but it was still fun to do.

“Are you sure you want to compete with this face, Y/N?” he joked, kissing your cheek as you readied your camera. “Last chance,” he sang, and you nudged him slightly as you giggled fondly.

“If we pull funny faces I’ll probably feel better,” you admitted, raising your phone up as you spoke… but then you saw it.

A spot – on the very centre of your nose.

“Oh, my god”. Jin was confused as you bought the camera closer to yourself to get a better look – it was so strikingly obvious against your skin. “Oh gosh it’s so ugly and gross!”.

“What are you talking about, Jagi?”.

You turned in his lap to show him your face, pointing accusingly at the spot that had ruined your moment completely. He had to squint to see what you were talking about, but as soon as he saw it… his loud and distinct laugh sounded immediately and didn’t stop for a while. You had no idea what was so funny, but Jin’s laugh always made you smile – at least a bit.

“It’s not funny, Seokjin – it’s quite serious”. He stopped laughing when he realised that you were still fussing over it – he could never understand when you got like this. From where he was sat… you looked like the most beautiful girl in the world, even with your smile set into a frown right now.

“Jagi”. He pulled you back in for a cuddle, sighing as he thought of something to say. “Ah, you really should have more confidence in yourself – if I think you look beautiful, you should know it’s true”. You finally managed a laugh, which made him feel very accomplished.

He placed a gentle kiss on your nose, which made you laugh even harder.

Beautiful,” he reminded you, raising an eyebrow. You blushed and looked away from his intense gaze. “Now – are we still taking a selfie? Or do you want to go get something to eat, because I know I do”.

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CS FF: Second Chances

Summary: Killian comes clean to Emma and David.  He then gets a second chance at proposing to Emma the right way.

Rating: G

Note: So I was less than pleased with the way that proposal went down.   I’m hoping they right their wrong in the next couple of episodes.  But, until then, this is how I would like for it to go.   Hope you enjoy it!  ~Steph

…Second Chances: Part 1/1…

Emma woke up with a smile on her face.  Her eyes slowly fluttered open and landed on her engagement ring, the sun making the diamond sparkle.  She turned over, anxious to welcome her fiancé to a new day.  To the beginning of their lives together.  The smile slid from Emma’s lips as her gaze landed on his empty spot beside her. She ran her hand along the imprint of his form, finding it cold.  

Emma got out of bed and made her way downstairs.  She found Killian sitting at the kitchen table. The smile reappeared on her lips as she came up behind him, wrapping her arms around him and settling her chin on his shoulder.

“I was hoping to wake up next to my new fiancé today,” she said, kissing his neck.

Killian squeezed his eyes closed.

“Apologies, love.  I had difficulty sleeping.”

“I have trouble sleeping when I’m excited too.”

Emma sat down next to him and his eyes moved to her engagement ring.  He had been so excited to give it to her, but it wasn’t supposed to happen like it did.  He didn’t want to begin their life together with this terrible secret between them. He knew he could very well lose her for good, but it was a risk he knew he had to take.

Killian swallowed roughly as he met her eyes.

“Emma, there’s something I need to tell you,” he said.

This time, Emma didn’t miss the conflicted and upset look in his eyes. She took his hand in hers.  

“Whatever it is, just tell me.  We’ll get through it together, like we always do.”

His tongue lashed at his lips. “I-

Just then, Emma’s cell phone rang.  She picked it up off the table, sighing heavily.  "Sorry, it’s my dad.”

Killian blew out a breath as she answered the phone.

“Hi, Dad.  What’s going on?”  Emma let out a groan as she listened to her father.  "Okay, I’ll be right there.“

She hung up the phone and met Killian’s eyes.

"Everything okay, love?”

“The Evil Queen is back.”

“Well, that certainly can’t be good.”

Emma shook her head. “Nope.” She paused, eyeing him.  "I’m sorry, but I really have to get down to the station.  Can we talk about this tonight?“

Killian nodded, simultaneously relieved for the reprieve and terrified that he wouldn’t gain the courage he needed to tell her a third time.

"Of course, love,” he said.

“Great,” she replied, placing a kiss on his lips.  She pulled back and met his eyes, as she squeezed his hand. “And Killian?  Don’t worry.  There’s nothing you could ever say to me that would make me not want to marry you or love you any less.”

Killian managed a weak smile, but no response, as she released his hand and headed to the stairs. He could only hope that was true.

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