because this time he is the one who is losing more

To Jungkook you’re just a girlfriend. - pt.3 End

[pt.1] [p.2] [pt.3 End]

Originally posted by jkguks

It’s taking me a long time to get over him two months and three days to be exact, and right now I’m still hung up over the fact that our relationship ended so badly. After we had argued that night, I actually wanted to apologise for being so jealous when we were both in the right states of minds and when we were both calm from the fire I’d started. But when Taehyung came over and told me all the things he’d witnessed, I felt so stupid. Stupid for trusting him, for wanting to apologise for not accepting a mere friendship of his with another girl. Stupid because I still love him, I know he didn’t kiss her and that to some degree isn’t ‘cheating’ per se, but if I hadn’t sent him that message, if I hadn’t been the one to distract him, would he have stopped by himself? The more I thought about it, the more I was convinced that the answer was always going to be a no. Jungkook was never the type to check his phone straight away when it buzzed, so he must’ve glanced and saw my name and when he saw my name he remembered that he does still have a girlfriend, one he was about to cheat on. He wanted to kiss her and he wasn’t going to stop, and he must have wanted to; so to me that is still cheating. So I don’t get why I still love him. I honestly couldn’t thank Tae enough for telling me the truth, he’s a good friend to both Jungkook and I. Even if it seems as though he betrayed him, it’s what a good friend should do and will do.

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How to Write When You Don't Have Time

I might be losing my mind a little bit, but I swear someone asked me how to write when they don’t have time, but now I can’t locate the question in my inboxes or messages, but I thought I’d address it just in case someone actually did ask me this question.

First off, let me start by saying, I may not be the best person to answer this. I’m not married, don’t have kids, and I work in the writing industry. So if anyone reading this has their own expertise to add to this post, please leave a comment for others.

Before getting too far into this topic, I want to acknowledge that some people may be dealing with a lot of life challenges at the moment, with serious health problems, being a caretaker for a loved one, serious financial problems, and unforeseen life crises, and may be legitimately unable to work on their writing because they ran out of today’s time yesterday and their physical and mental stamina ran out before they got out of bed this morning. If you find yourself in such a category, don’t fret. Life happens. It won’t be this crazy forever.

But for the average person who has at least half a grip on their crazy busy life but can’t quite squeeze writing into said life, here are some ideas that might help.

1. Get more out of your schedule by living with more intention.

Some of us human beings struggle to live intentionally. We pull out our phones to check on something, and before we know it, we’ve lost an hour to the social media black hole. Or we sat down to take a break and suddenly Netflix is asking us if we are still watching Stranger Things.

I know what some of you are thinking: Isn’t this post supposed to be about people who are too busy to write? Not about people who are just sitting around?

My point is, whether or not you actually spend hours unexpectedly watching Netflix, there are probably parts of your day you are living without intention, which usually means time is slipping through your fingers.

Not everyone wants to live every hour intentionally. Many cultures and lifestyles around the world don’t; they just go with the flow and do whatever, like the beach lifestyle.

What I am saying is that if you are a busy person who doesn’t have time to write, and you want to have time to write, this might be what you want to look at. Do you have behaviors and parts of the day where you are unintentionally losing time? Do you have the tendency to procrastinate things you don’t want to do, for example?

Intentional living doesn’t mean you never get breaks. It means that when you take a break, you take breaks you intended to take. It doesn’t mean that you never have free time. It means that when you have free time, it’s something you intended. Intentional living means making every hour count, and getting rid of moments where time doesn’t. It means when you are doing something, you are doing something, not kind of doing it. If I’m cleaning my room, but sort of just leisurely cleaning it, I’m probably losing time. But if I decide to draw upon more intention, and clean my room more intentionally, I’ll make an effort to do it in a more efficient manner and get done quicker.

So look at your lifestyle and see if you can free up more time by living more intentionally. And notice that I didn’t say you had to live at max capacity intention. I said more intention.

2. Don’t work harder. Work smarter.

There is a business show I love to watch called The Profit. In it, successful business man Marcus Lemonis goes into failing businesses and helps build them back up. One of the things Marcus says is that it’s better to work smarter than it is to work harder.

And when you think about it, it makes perfect sense. Here is a simple example. Let’s say I’m working really hard at doing the dishes. I’m working as hard as I can, but my methods are random. I hand-wash and put the dishes away one by one. I’m putting a lot of time and effort into getting this kitchen clean. But you know what’s better than working harder at that method? Working smarter.

Instead of hand-washing everything, I put them in the dishwasher. Instead of putting items away one by one as I wash them, I put them into piles and take the whole stack of plates to the cupboard at once.

Working smarter is about looking for ways to work more efficiently. It’s about finding ways to get more done in the time you have, and finding easier but still effective methods.

Pretty much everyone is doing something that could be done more efficiently. When you work smarter you can free up more time. Or, when you write smarter, you can get more done in the amount of time you have.

3. Stop using mental energy focusing on the fact you don’t have enough time.

My dad is a really busy person. One thing he said to me several months ago has stuck in my mind. He said, it’s amazing how much more you can get done when you stop thinking about how you can’t get it done.

This is probably going to sound weird, but the way we think is also a usage of time–our mental time. The mental time we spend thinking about how we feel sorry for ourselves is mental time we could be putting to use in a different way. You might could even say we can try to think with more intention or to think smarter. Instead of thinking about how I don’t have time to do something, I could be spending the “mental time” and “mental stamina,” thinking about how I can do that thing more efficiently.

Feeling sorry for ourselves about not having time often leads to sluggish demeanors and attitudes, and only makes it that much more difficult to be productive. It’s like we’ve dropped a boulder in our own path that we now have to push out of the way before we can continue.

The older I get, the more I realize, how we think about things is everything.

Unfortunately, though, when you make statements like that, you get a whole bunch of people going out and trying to micro-manage all their thoughts and feelings, and they actually end up just suppressing said thoughts and feelings.

It’s not about suppressing–it’s not about telling yourself you aren’t allowed to think or feel that way, that breeds resentment toward self and unrealistic expectations. Instead, if you have a problem with the way you think, you acknowledge it and move on. Or, depending on how serious it is, you acknowledge it, work through it, and then move on. It takes time–maybe months or years–but eventually it won’t be a tendency to think that way anymore. I am a strong believer that in most circumstances, we can eventually change how we think.

Anyway, my point is, stop using your “mental time” on thoughts that aren’t helpful to you. You don’t need them anymore. It’s not helpful to focus on how little time you have. What is helpful is focusing on how to best manage the time or task you have been given. What is helpful is spending your mental stamina on how you’ll build your better life, realistically.

4. Stop procrastinating and implement the 20-minute rule.

Learn to start doing something you don’t want to do, when you should do it. Don’t watch an episode first. Don’t play Candy Crush first. Sit down and start working. Remember, it’s okay if you really, really, really don’t want to do something. You are allowed to feel that way. But what matters is that you do it despite it.

My brother and I have a method for when we don’t feel like working on something. It’s what I think of as the 20-minute rule. Now, I don’t know psychologically why this works, but it works for both of us almost every single time. And I’ve seen it work for many others.

When you don’t want to work on something, you sit down and work on it anyway, telling yourself you only need to do it for 20 minutes. Now, you need to actually do the work intentionally–actually put in effort, not just sit there–and I don’t know why, but almost always, by 20 minutes in, you realize it’s not that bad. It’s like my dad always says, “Nothing is as bad as you think it’s going to be.” After 20 minutes, it’s easier to work longer, and I just keep working anyway.

You can try this with anything you don’t want to do, in order to get it done quicker so you can free up writing time. But you can also do this with writing, when you finally have freed up a few minutes to write and don’t feel like writing. Just give yourself 20 minutes. I bet 9/10 times you’ll want to keep writing after the 20 minutes.

5. Use the percolation approach to writing.

There are discovery writers, people who like to just sit down and start writing and “discover” the story as they go; and there are outliners, people who like to outline the story before they start writing. But there is also another writing approach that’s very common that we don’t talk about much, which is the percolation approach.

Percolation is when you get ideas for a story, and you let them sit in your mind for a while until you are ready to write them. If you don’t have a lot of time to write, or time to set aside to consistently write, the percolation method is a good one for you. You probably have ideas of what kind of stories you want to write. Let them sit in your mind. Let your subconscious take a stab at them. Think about them when falling asleep at night, or in the morning before you get out of bed.

When you feel ready to write the scene and have a few minutes, you’re all ready to go.

I think most writers use a little bit of all three methods. The tricky part about percolation is you might hit an area that doesn’t eventually come together on its own, so you do need to sit down and work it out. But, heck, you can even use the percolation method scene-by-scene. When one scene is ready to write, you write it. Then you let more ideas percolate, and then you write that scene. You don’t have to write chronologically either. Write the scenes you want, and before you know it, you might have half the book in your head done.

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A quick drabble (mostly dialogue) of how Milo and Melissa met Zack on the Hogwarts Express, on their first year at the School. The actual stories I have take place when they’re all 13, but I’ll have some one-shots about Milo’s life leading up to his first day of school. This AU will have some inaccuracies with JK Rowling’s universe from her books, but that’s what AUs and parodies are for ;) 


Most of the booths on the train were either filled or contained children who were familiar with Milo’s condition. He was used to doors closing moments before he arrived, so he never took any heed and would continue onwards.

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You Need To See This - Sweet Pea

Prompt - SP thinks his North side girlfriend is ashamed of him until Toni shows him a video of the reader defending him
Pairing - Sweet Pea x reader
Warnings - swearing 

a/n this is my first sweet pea imagine and request for riverdale i hope you like it


You had been dating sweet pea for almost 2 months now. You had gone to visit jug at the trailer park when you first met the cute serpent and both clicked more or less instantly getting together.

You wanted to tell B&V about sweet pea but just as you was about to archie had started some form of feud with sweet pea and the serpents. Every time someone mentions them Archie would lose it so you kept your relationship with sweets a secret.

You and sweets was in pops car park when you saw Archie and Betty and Veronica in there. “you hungry” he asks, “no” you say too quick pulling him away from your friends. “I wanna go for a ride” you say trying to get him to leave fast.
Sweet pea knew something was up with you and as he looked up seeing the bright red hair of Archie he began to know what it was. Once back at the Southside sweet pea had given you the cold shoulder, pouting and being snappy.

You watched him go outside for a smoke following him out to find out what’s up with him. “why you in a mood” you asked him. “nothing” he snapped back at you not looking up from the ground.
When you went to go back inside he looked at you. “wait, are you ashamed of telling your north side friends about me” he said in a softer voice. You stopped looking back at him, “what no” you say back unsure where this was coming from. 

“Then what was today all about, you literally dragged me away from pops because that North side idiot was in there” he said looking slightly hurt. “when I call you and your with them you say you’ll call me back and act different, you won’t even let me drop you off at your door because Archie might see us, isn’t that what you said” his voice a mix of anger and sadness.

You felt bad as he listed all the things that made it look like you was ashamed of him, but you wasn’t you loved him. Stepping closer to him putting your hand on his, “sweets I know it sound like that but your wrong” you plead with him.
“then tell me, tell why I’m your secret” now he sounded more angry. “because of this fight your having with them, if  I tell them it’s going to cause more trouble than soon enough I’m gonna be made to between you or my friends and I’m not ready to make that choice” you say back now had tears in your eyes.

  Sweet pea stepped back moving his hand from you, “well I’ll make it easy for you, where done I knew being with a north side wouldn’t of worked and I was right, goodbye y/n” he said walking off to his motorcycle. As you shouted his name crying heartbroken.

It was two days after sweet broke up with you, you had tried to text and call him but each one ignored. you was sat in pops with Archie, Betty, Kevin, Veronica and Reggie who for some reason was Archie’s new bff. You wasn’t in a social mood, Archie was banging on about some fight he’d had with sweet pea and the other serpents. Every time someone said his name you felt your heart brake more.

In the end Archie was beginning to annoy you. “he’s nothing but scum they all are they are like an idiotic  plague ruining the Southside and that sweet pea is worst one” Archie shouted. That was it you couldn’t sit there anymore “really Archie, your calling them scum, they wouldn’t have bothered you if you didn’t cause it all to begin with” you shouted. “your the one who pulled a gun on sweets, in the middle of the south side and your calling him a thug” you continue to shout as the whole of pops watched.

Kevin looked at the tension between you and Archie making a joke to lighten the mood “oh y/n defending the serpent, your not into him are you” he said. Everyone went quite as you didn’t respond “Omg you are into that thug” Archie screamed.
What none of your group knew was Jughead and toni was sat in a booth on the other side of the diner. they both watched when Archie started talking trash. “remind me why he’s your friend she ask Jughead, jug didn’t say nothing not sure what was wrong with Archie lately. they watched as y/n stood up to Archie, Toni took out her phone, Jug looked at her "What are you doing?” he asked, Toni didn’t answer but kept filming the rest of the argument.

over at the south side sweet pea was with fangs and some of the other serpent’s, although his mind was else where. fangs had made fun of how distant he was how he never thought sweet pea would be so sweet for a north side girl. getting frustrated “shut up I’m not she was just a bit of fun” he said trying to lie to himself. sweet pea went to taking his anger out on the pool table beating almost everyone he played.

Toni can in calling him out, pea went to her followed by fangs. “what do you want Topaz?” he asked “seen your buddy Andrew’s at pops today” she said sarcastically. sweet frowned and went to go back to his game not wanting to talk about Archie Andrews or any other north sider. “sweet pea, wait you need to see this” she said holding out her phone.

he looked at the screen seeing his redheaded enemy and y/n, “what is this?” he asked not really wanting to watch her with the north siders a reminder he’d lost her to them. “just watch it pea” everyone round him said at once. sweet pea pressed the triangle button to play the video.

he watched the start as Archie ripped into the serpent’s, but didn’t look all he noticed was the say yet annoyed expression on y/n. He watched her back him and his friends “and your calling him a thug” sweets gave a small smile, he watched as the sheriffs son commented on her possibly having a soft spot for the gang member.

“your into ain’t you?” Archie asked her. for a few seconds sweets breath stopped as he waited to see her reply. “yes, yes I like sweet pea a lot actually I’ve been seeing him for a few weeks now!” she said, sweet pea felt a smile spread across his face. he couldn’t help laugh at the looked on the north side groups faces. “your not really dating that south side piece of crap your picking him over us” Archie screamed at y/n.

“yes Archie I was until we had a fight because I knew when I told you all this argument would happened so I kept sweets a secret and now he want speak to me because he thought I was ashamed of him.” y/n shouted back. y/n stepped out the booth looking back at the group “when at the moment I feel more ashamed to be your friend Archie” she said walking out the diner tears in her eyes, as the video ended. sweets could hear the crack in her voice, it hurt him to see her so upset, yet proud to see his girl have his back. sweets sent the video to his phone, then gave Toni her phone back “thanks Topaz” he said genuinely.

you sat in your room crying you had lost sweets and now your group of friends. your phone rang a bunch of times not wanting to talk to anyone you let it ring out each time. once the constant ringing stopped you looked to see who it was shocked to see 20 miss calls. clicking on the list you saw 5 from Archie 3 from veronica 8 from betty 2 from Jughead and finally 2 from sweet pea. your mind raced to why he would be calling you did he want to get back together or did you still have one of his jackets and he wanted it back. your finger hovered over sweets name as you fought with yourself if you should call him back.
lost in your own mind, you screamed when a knocked on the window came. looking up you saw sweets pointing for you to open it, you smiled running over. Sweet Pea climbed into your room, it amazed you how easy it was for him to climb up to your room. “what are you doing here you ask timidly, now unsure what he was doing here.

  he took a step closer to you "I saw an interesting video today that showed me how much of an idiot I am” he said. you was even more confused now, but before you could ask anything else you heard your voice from his phone. “who, how when, how did you get this” you ask. sweet looks at you chuckling “Toni, but that doesn’t matter” he said putting his hands on your hips. “what matters is I should have known you have my back, you stood up for me even after I pushed you away and I never want to fight and lose you again, I love you y/n” he said kissing you. You kissed him back putting your arms round his neck. when he pulled back you smiled I love you too sweet pea.

A Lesson [m]

Genre : Smut

Summary : By all accounts, asking your childhood friend of many years, Baekhyun, to teach you how to give a …. is odd, however in the grand scheme of things, it’s better than learning with a stranger. - a rewrite of ‘teach me’ -

“Baek?” at the sound of your voice he peered up from his phone.

Unbeknownst to him, his ears were about to hear the words that would’ve had him falling onto the floor if it wasn’t for the fact that he was sat down on his bed.


“Teach me how to give a blow job”

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GOT7 / College AU - Fake dating turns into real dating 1/2


Hiiii can a request a got7 fake dating to real dating au?

Hiii if you are up to it, would you be open to doing a got7 fake dating college au? With maybe like u guys make out for show but realize you have feelings for each other?

Hi Can I request a got7 fake dating au?            

Thank you so much for requesting this! I hope you enjoy!!! ❤️

P.S. this is long, so i’m splitting it into two parts. there’s mark, jb, & jackson’s reactions in this one. i’ll post the second part soon!

WARNING. some strong language.

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Niall wants for nothing.

Because first of all “I’m a millionaire babe. I can literally buy anythin’ I want”. And second of all “I got me guitar and me girl. What more could I need?” to which you just roll your eyes and give him a kiss.

But he’d wanted this. He’d campaigned for weeks for the AMAs.

“I just wanna prove that I’m not some flop.” He said, raking his hands through his hair. “That I’m here to stay, One Direction or not, you know?” And he looks so young that you just push his hair back and kiss his forehead.

When the night comes, he a wreck. He’s hiding it well, doing interviews and posing on the carpet like the dreamboat you always tell him he is. But his hand shakes as it takes your and you can see the slight wrinkle of his brow when he turns from the cameras.

It’s worse once you’re inside. You’re seated next to Shawn, who is light and encouraging, even when he wins his own award he tells Niall that he’s next. And Niall smiles for the cameras that turn to face him and laughs at all the appropriate times, but his grip on your hand gets tighter the closer it gets.

And then it’s here. The moment he’s been waiting for since he was nominated. The moment that’ll help him see what you and all of his fans already see.

“Niall Horan!” The crowd goes wild, but Niall is somewhat frozen beside you. He’s smiling, grin widening when he finally gets it and his eyes turn to you.

“Get up you ding dong! YOU WON!” You shout, pulling him up and into your arms. Niall holds you tight, breath quick in your ear and you can tell that he’s flabbergasted.

Pulling away, he kisses you quick and hard. “You told me, pet. I shoulda believed ya.”

Niall releases you to hug Shawn and quickly makes his way to the stage. His eyes are wide, smile even more so as he accepts his award.

“Wow. This is unbelievable, um,” He gazes around at his still screaming fans. “I’ve had a hell of a year…” You lose yourself in watching him, pride pouring from every pore of your body and small tears streaming down your face, surely ruining your make up. He thanks his team, the management that made him who he was and dedicates his award to his fans. “And lastly, to me girl. She told me I was daft when I said I’d never win this. Thank you for being with me through every step of this crazy journey. Can’t wait to see what happens next.” He winks at you before bowing and leaving the stage.

It’s later that night, after the party and the champagne that you truly congratulate him. Hands skimming down his body, lips scouring every inch of him. His hands grip your hips a little tighter tonight, his eyes look a little brighter as you repeat over and over how proud you are. How lucky you are to love him.

And you know that he finally sees it too.

Bad Again

I started writing this at school because I was bored and here we are. Y/N is somewhat representative of me because I’ve been feeling exactly the same as she has. This is my first fic so let me know what you think!!x

TW: depression.

You were getting bad again, Harry could tell. He could always tell. You had been doing so well for so long and he was so proud of you. But you were slipping away again, you were becoming more distant. You didn’t mean to, you didn’t want to, but that’s just how it was with you.

When you and Harry met, you were at a low point. It took you a while to open up and give yourself to him completely, there were still some things you hadn’t told him, even after almost two years together. Over time, Harry finally got the old you back - that happy, enthusiastic you. Harry loved you before that, but seeing how happy you could be made him want to help you stay that way. And you did… for a while. A lot of shit came with dating Harry, you knew that, you experienced that. That’s when you got bad again, but that was ages ago. You had learnt to deal with that pretty well.

Harry didn’t know what made you so distant this time. Hell, you didn’t even know. You didn’t realise you were becoming more and more withdrawn. One day, after months of being so happy and with only a few down days, you just couldn’t deal with anything anymore.

You found yourself struggling to get out of bed, and you were more tired than usual. Any chance to sleep, you would take. You had always loved your sleep, so you didn’t think anything of it. Then, you found yourself not wanted to leave the house - the thought of talking to people and being outside gave you severe anxiety. You made excuses to stay home and not go out with friends, and when you were out, all you wanted to do was go home. You couldn’t even leave your bed now. You didn’t want to and you weren’t going to force yourself anymore - you couldn’t. You barely even ate anymore, you used to love food. Now, the thought it made you sick even if you were starving and you were losing weight. You couldn’t tell, you thought that because you were naturally slim it would be hard to lose weight and it wouldn’t be as noticeable. It was noticeable, though. Very.

“Come on, my love. You know that mum’s gonna be here soon.” Harry sighed, sitting on the bed as you buried your face in the pillow.

“Can’t you just tell her I’m sick? H, I’m really tired and I would love to just go back to sleep right now.” You didn’t notice, but your voice was more vulnerable than usual, quieter, weaker.

“No, you’ve been in bed for ages and you need to eat something. Get up and get ready, I’ll make you breakfast… well, lunch.” Harry said, he placed his hand on the side of your face as if he was brushing away imaginary tears and kissed your forehead.

While Harry was making breakfast, he found himself wondering what was on your mind. He didn’t know if you were just having a rough couple of days and to give you space or if you were getting really bad again. He never judged you when things got really bad, he never got angry with you. But he hated seeing you so down. He hated not knowing what to do or how to help you. Harry always caught on when you were getting bad again, he could feel when things weren’t right. He knew that it took all of your willpower to just get out of bed and you had to force yourself to eat at times. However, he decided to wait until after his mum left you ask you what was going on. He didn’t want to push you.

“So, before she comes down. What are you getting Y/N for your anniversary.” Anne asked Harry as they stood in the kitchen with a cuppa.

“Not sure yet, mum. I wanna do something really special, though. Two years isn’t really that long but god, mum, I really want to make her happy this year. Last year we didn’t so much.”

“She’d be happy with anything, H, you know that.” Anne reassured him. “After what she told me when I last saw her I th-”

“What did she tell you? She didn’t tell me she spoke to you about anything.” Harry cut his mum off, eager to know what his girlfriend told her.

“I don’t think she’d want me to tell you.”

“Mum, you know that I’ll just ask her myself so, please, just tell me. I’m worried about her if I’m honest. I think she’s getting bad again.”

“I’m worried too, H. I can see it in her eyes - she’s here but she’s not. She told me that she was feeling a bit out of it recently.” Anne looked at her son with worried eyes, and as Harry was just about to say something, you walked into the kitchen. You didn’t even give them time to collect their thoughts.

“Hey, Anne. How are you?” You beamed, you were actually really excited to see Anne. Ever since you first met her, she’d been nothing but lovely to you. You’d gotten really close with Anne over the past two years, she was like your second mother.

“Still not used to being alone in the house, if I’m honest. But I’m alright. And you?”

“I guess I’m alright. And you know that if you ever get lonely, Harry and I can come and stay. I can even come while Harry’s away so the both of us don’t lose our minds. And you can stay here.” You smiled at her, you didn’t really pay much attention to Harry because you were focusing on what Anne was saying but when you did look at him, he seemed to be in deep thought. “H, are you alright?”

“Are you?” He asked, you knew the question had a much deeper meaning but with his mum here, you really weren’t up for having that conversation right now.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Were you?

Anne had left for the day and it was around 8:30 in the evening. Having spent so much time talking to Anne and catching up, yourself and Harry didn’t really speak much. You knew exactly what Harry was thinking and you knew why. You knew that you’d been spending more time in the house and you’d been sleeping more than usual. You were aware of the fact that you’d only eating a couple slices of toast and half your dinner yesterday, actually, for the whole week. And you were well aware of the fact that you could snap at Harry or yourself or anyone and anything at any given moment. You could feel yourself getting bad again.

You hadn’t eaten breakfast and you were cranky. Even though Harry had made you something earlier, you just didn’t really feel hungry, all you had was a cup of tea and bit of fruit when Anne was here. Now… now you were hungry. You found yourself looking in the cupboards and the fridge for something to eat. You found nothing. There was more than enough food there but everything made you feel sick. It frustrated you so much.

“For fuck’s sake.” You muttered angrily to yourself as you slammed the fridge shut.

“Everything alright, love?” Harry called from the living room.

“There’s no fucking food in this house!” You snapped. You didn’t mean to, but you did.

“Yes, there is.” He told you calmly, but wearily at the same time. “There’s a lot of food, actually.”

“Jesus, H. Not all of us want to live off of kale and fucking almond milk!” You didn’t know why you were so angry all of a sudden. Harry didn’t know either, he knew something was up. But that didn’t mean the way you yelled at him didn’t hurt his feelings. “Look, I’m gonna just shower then head to bed.” You said in a much calmer voice.

“Y/N, are you okay, my love?” He asked you again, this time with a much gentler voice. The voice he uses to calm you down.

“No, I’m not okay! I haven’t been okay since I was twelve, maybe thirteen. But unfortunately, I’m still here.” You don’t know why you were so angry, all Harry did was care for you. It didn’t feel like it though, you always felt like no one ever cared. And when you would get like this, nothing would change the fact that you thought that. 

“Love, please just talk to me.” Harry was practically begging you to say something other than ‘I’m fine’, and that’s what happened.

“I’m getting bad again and I don’t know what to do or where to go or who to tell because no one really cares, do they?” You were yelling at this point. You didn’t want to yell, but you couldn’t stop yourself. You hated yourself because you were ruining his night after a great day with his mum and you couldn’t stop.

“I care!” Harry raised his voice, he’s never done that before - not when you’re like this. No, he wasn’t supposed to be angry with you, he wasn’t supposed to hate you. “I fucking care, and seeing you like this has been killing me. It’s been killing me for days because I know! I know that you’re getting bad again and I’m so fucking angry because I don’t know how to help you this time.”

“I don’t need your help! I’ve gotten through this on my own before, I can sure as hell do it again.” Your own voice was beginning to irritate you. You wanted to shut the fuck up, but it was almost like your demons were forcing the words out of your mouth. 

You couldn’t be in the same room as him anymore, you didn’t want to say anything else that you didn’t mean. You’d ruined his night already, what was the point in making it worse. When you stormed up the stairs, Harry was ready to follow you. Then he remember that you needed space in times like his. Harry felt like shit for yelling, he was just so frustrated because this time, he didn’t know what caused it.  Usually, something drastic or traumatic would happen and you’d distance yourself then let the vicious cycle begin. But nothing happened this time.

Harry didn’t only need to check on you, he needed to apologise. He didn’t want to make you feel even worse. Harry was walking up the stairs when he heard you. He heard your sobs. He was outside the bedroom door but it was locked. Harry stayed out there for a while just listening to you, he’s only ever heard you cry like that a handful of times. It broke is heart, completely shattered it.

You knew he was there, but you didn’t want to bother him anymore. You didn’t even know why you were crying. Why were you so sad? Why did it feel like the walls were closing in on you? Why did you feel like nothing was going right in your life? You never knew the answers. You startled yourself with a sob. A loud, ugly, painful sob. You hadn’t felt this way in so long, you forgot how shitty it was. This time, it was harder - it was more gradual.

Maybe it was all subconscious, a part of your brain was telling you not to be happy. That every time things felt good, it was too good to be true. Sooner or later, you’d fall back into the black hole - and this time, you’d fallen so fucking far. 

“Baby, can you open the door?” He sounded so desperate. You said nothing but walked towards the door and your hand reached for the doorknob. “Love, please. I know you’re crying and I just… please open the door.” Again, he was met with silence. “Y/N, I’m really sorry for yelling at you. You know I didn’t mean it.”

You twisted the doorknob slowly and pulled the door open. Harry immediately pulled into his chest and you sobbed into him until you were all out of tears. He kept kissing your head and telling you that you were alright, he was telling you to let it all out. You don’t know how long you were standing there, it must’ve been ages. You pulled back to look at Harry and he looked so heartbroken and disappointed in himself.

“I ruined your shirt.” I told him, chuckling pathetically to yourself as you wiped your tears.

“My shirt will be fine. But I’m not too sure that you will…” Harry said, his voice was so gentle and caring. “How about you put on one of my shirts and then we can have a cuddle?”

You and Harry had been wrapped in each other arms for a good twenty minutes before either of you decided to speak. He was running his fingers through your hair as you drew random patterns on his bare chest. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, but it did get deafening.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Harry asked. It’s a question you’d been asked several times in the last twenty-three years but when Harry asksd, everything spilled out even if you didn’t want it to.

“I don’t even know where it came from this time, H.” You said, barely above a whisper. “I’m not sure why this is happening. Everything was perfect and now I just want to… I want to -”

“Want to what, my love?”

“Leave.” You choked out. “I’m already half gone. My body’s here but my mind isn’t, I don’t know how to bring myself back. I don’t know if I want to come back at all. I hate this world.”

“You’ve been really distant lately - not like before. This time, you don’t even look at me, you don’t try to talk.” Harry wasn’t angry, he wasn’t even hurt because he knew you couldn’t control what was going on. He was, however, more worried than he’d ever been.

“I don’t mean to be like this,” you let out a shaky breath as you feel the tears coming back. “Don’t want to be like this…” You were crying again, he felt your warm tears on his chest. “I’m really sorry, H. I’m sorry for yelling.”

“Don’t. Don’t you dare apologise. You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for, my love. I know none of this is your fault, and I’m sorry for getting mad. But we’ll get through this. You’ll get through this, you always do.” Harry told you quietly and kissed your forehead, then he gave your body a small squeeze, it was his way of saying ’you’ve got this’.

“I know,” you whispered. “I’m just tired of taking steps backwards, you know? I’m twenty-three, H, I just wanna feel content. No fake happy, no lying. Why can’t I have that?”

“I promise you, one day, whenever that may be, that you will be the happiest woman in the world. I’ll make sure of that.” When you didn’t reply for a few moments, Harry realised that you had fallen asleep. He smiled to himself, knowing that you didn’t cry yourself to sleep this time. He’s happy that you fell asleep peacefully.

“I promise, we’ll be alright.” 

What do you think? I hope you enjoyed, let me know if you want a part two or request anything else you want.

Ugh P.8 [Peter Parker] [Soulmate AU]

Originally posted by yourcoffeeguru

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, more angst, mentions of pain etc

A/N: This still feels a little rushed to me, but also not?? I dunno. If I forgot to tag you, pls shoot me an ask or a msg! I lose track of things, esp my taglist ;-; Also- I swear I love you guys <3

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It took everything in him to be able to say those words to you. He wanted to let you say whatever it was you had to say, even though he was sure he didn’t want to hear it. He wanted to say he was strong enough to just be friends with you- to get to know you and learn you but not be able to love you. It would be a lie, but he didn’t have to tell you that. Still, it should be better this way, shouldn’t it? He could keep you safe from a distance. No one would suspect that you knew he was Queens hero. He also wouldn’t have to know you- so it wouldn’t hurt so much, right? He’d be fine right?

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Ui, Amon, and Tsukiyama

I don’t have a clever title for this meta so I’m just going to give my thoughts on these three characters in regards to this chapter. 


A long time ago in a meta I said this.

Then we have Shuu, who also made an important decision recently and has always been open about his emotions and thoughts. His problem lied in failing to realize the full extent of where those emotions and loyalty lied. He always sought after things he could not have, like Kaneki, when he was privileged enough to have a loving family who surrounded him and protected him all along. It’s only when that is threatened does Tsukiyama realize where ultimately his heart is.

That the greatest revelation of Shuu’s character arc was not chasing what he could not have but rather in appreciating what he had around him. 

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Originally posted by shownu-x

He’d probably be very moody and sass you about it. You and Jooheon were pretty close and it was well known throughout the members. You two were pretty much best friends and always loved to spend time together.

At first Shownu was very keen on it, knowing you were getting along with the members well. Though once he started noticing how touchy you two were, he started to turn into a protective boyfriend.

You and Jooheon were laying on the couch, your head resting on his shoulder as you two were cracking up over videos on YouTube.

He eventually would get agrivated with the noise, as he was trying to work on cheoraphy. He’d walk over to you guys coolly.

*gif* “Are you two having fun?” He’d ask sarcastically.

Later on he’d definitely talk to you about it. He’d feel upset about being so overprotective, but you understood what he meant.

“I just don’t want you to fall for someone else..”


Originally posted by kittyminhyuk

He’d also make sure to not let you get away with it. He wouldn’t bother you two, but he’d probably just leave the room so he wouldn’t lose his temper.

He always kept close watch when you were with Minhyuk, knowing how close you too were. It was clear that you thought he was the cutest thing ever, with the amount of times you’d pinch his cheeks and ruffle his hair.

It did slightly annoy him, but never enough to talk to you about it. Though once he saw you kiss Minhyuk’s cheek, that was the final straw.

He’d probably wait until you both are alone to scold you about it, due to the embarrassment.

“You know if you ever wanted this to be over you could just tell me. You seem to already be hitting it off with Minhyuk anyway.”

Later of course he’d apologize for his slightly rude behavior towards you, and try to resolve things maturely.

“I’m sorry for what I said jagi. Can we just talk about this?”


He’d be extremely overprotective. It wouldn’t necessarily be you being close to Shownu that made him upset, just the fact that he was feeding into it and not stopping you.

You didn’t even realize what you were doing really. You were just laying next to Shownu on the couch surrounded by the other members when they started to discuss his muscles. Of course, you laying right on his arm was very intrigued to see what they exactly were saying about them. However your boyfriend Wonho really didn’t like this topic.

Him being a muscular man too couldn’t help but get jealous seeing your fascination with Shownu’s. He’d always loved your love for his and seeing you all over another member like that just made his stomach turn.

Like Jooheon, he’d just leave the room to cool down, and the members could probably somewhat sense what was wrong.

He’d feel very self conscious and sensitive after the incident. What did he have that he didn’t?

Because of how he felt he wouldn’t bring it up himself, so you’d have to be the one to apologize. He’d understand fully after you explained yourself and would make sure next time you were around the members you’re not getting let out of his sight.

“I love you y/n, but I don’t want you to stop loving me.”


Like Wonho he’d be very sensitive and probably not be the one to bring it up. Though you’d notice how he was feeling down and you couldn’t help but apologize.

Changkyun was probably the closest member you were with besides Minhyuk obviously.

Your boyfriend wasn’t really the jealous type. If anything he liked how close you were with the members, but sitting on one of their laps…that’s a no-no.

There were no other seats and he offered what else could ya do? You were hesitant but it would probably make you guys closer so you did it anyway.

Changkyun would notice your constant squirming and start to get the feeling that you were uncomfortable. He’d ask you if everything was alright, and when you tell him your worries about Minhyuk’s reaction he completely understood and felt slightly guilty.

You talked to your boyfriend about it and resolved things and Changkyun also said his little ‘I’m sorry’s’ as well.

“I’ll forgive you if… sit on my lap sometime…”


Originally posted by 06pray

King of the silent treatment. You didn’t mean to do what you did, you really didn’t. It just slipped out.

You and Wonho were only friends and that was all. You both were just playing around it was completely harmless. He had taken your phone and put his arm up in the air, teasing you because of your short height.

You jumped as high as you could, flailing your arms in the air trying to reach the device. “Hey! Give it back! Wonhooo!! Babe give it ba-“ Once you heard the word slip out of your mouth your stomach dropped.

Wonho was too busy giggling to hear your mistake but your boyfriend Hyungwon sure did. You tried to apologize but he simply just ignored you.

Hours passed and he still wouldn’t answer your texts, so you tried to play along too. You’d constantly walk by him chatting with the other members trying to make him jealous. Yes you were that couple.

Everytime you walked in the room though, it would just aggravate him more.

*sees you walk in the room* *gif* “Do you hear someone talking? I think there’s a ghost in here.”

Eventually though, one of you would just give it up and try to talk about it. You proceeded to tell him it was an honest mistake. He had taunted you like that before many times so he understood why it could’ve happened. He’d still be upset but he’d understand.

You two would probably end up resolving it with a kiss or..maybe something more…

Originally posted by bts-bap-trash

Honestly would have no shame. Just deadass would tell you to relax. You and Hyungwon had been practicing his dance routine almost all day and you both were completely exhausted so you laid down on the couch together watching a movie.

Changkyun would walk in on you two and just unplug the tv. You both would whine and beg him to turn it back on, but Changkyun would simply just laugh it off.

“Jagiyaaaa, did you forget who your boyfriend is? I’ll give you a hint, he’s the hot one in the room.”

No fucks given.


Originally posted by 1wice

He’d be sensitive like Minhyuk but probably end up taking action. He’d see you two laughing and giggling together probably over something stupid. Kihyun knew there was no need to be jealous, but he just was.

He couldn’t help but stare at you two *gif*.

He’d probably just get fed up and lay on your lap. You’d move back confused as to why he was doing what he was doing but he just told u to shh and asked you run your fingers through his hair.

“Just give me affection please…”

Maybe This Will Show You...(Billy Hargrove prompt)

Originally posted by bigbadroman

Request: Can I have an imagine with Billy with #74 #88 #150 and #146. Billy doesn’t think that anyone can love someone like him so you show up at his house late at night to prove to him that you love him, because earlier you and him had a fight in school about it.

74) “make me”
88) “why are you here?”
146) “are you too blind to see that I care?”
150) “I don’t care what you did, everyone deserves a happy ending, including you”

Warning(s): bad words, sad, fluff

Billy Hargrove. That was the name (Y/N) couldn’t stop thinking about. Sure, she shouldn’t even be associated with a guy like him because of his actions, but she couldn’t help it.

(Y/N) was Billy’s girlfriend, they had been dating only for a few months. Whenever she was with him, she knew how to calm him down and he never dared to get angry or lash out at her.

It was simple. Billy loves (Y/N). He didn’t think he would love anyone, only because he doesn’t think it was possible for someone to truly love a person like him.

His simple thought, is what caused him and (Y/N) to fight at school as of right now.

“(Y/N), we are done” Billy simply stated as he watched the girl put her things in her locker. She froze, “Done? Why? Did I do something?” She interrogated.

Billy shook his head, “That’s exactly the thing, you didn’t do anything. It’s all on me, alright?”.

Billy turned to leave but (Y/N) wasn’t going to let that happen. He felt her pull on his arm and he looked at her.

“You’re not going anywhere till you explain. Don’t lie, I know when you lie. Don’t give me bullshit answers either” (Y/N) spoke.

Billy clenched his jaw knowing he can’t get out of this situation, “Fine! You wanna know? I love you, but I don’t know why you are with me. I don’t understand how anyone would be okay with being with me. For fucks sake (Y/N), no one will ever love me. Not even you. I’m not worthy of being loved and if I am, I definitely don’t deserve it. Couple months ago, I fucking tried to run Max’s friends over, I beat Harrington to a pulp. Why? Because I’m a grade A asshole and that’s just who I am, therefore no one can love me for those things”.

(Y/N)’s face softened, “Billy, don’t say that. I love you! I really do”.

“See, it’s hard to believe a girl like you, can love a guy like me” Billy argued. His eyes averted towards Max, who was walking out the building towards the car.

“I gotta go” was all Billy said and he walked away leaving (Y/N) to think of what she could possibly do to make him believe that she truly does love him.

Later that day at 7, (Y/N) left her house and drove over to Billy’s. She got out the car and rang the doorbell, waiting for someone to open the door.

The door opened and revealed Max. “(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” The little red headed girl asked.

“Hey Max. Can I talk to Billy?” She questioned.

“Max! Who the fuck are you talking to? Tell them to go away and-” A voice demanded but was cut off.

(Y/N) looked up to see Billy. “Max, go do whatever you were doing” He told the girl and she rolled her eyes and walked away.

Billy stepped out of the house and onto the porch. “Why are you here?” He asked while taking out a cigarette from the pack and lighting it.

“I’m here because I want to talk to you” (Y/N) answered.

“Yeah, well don’t waste your time, you should go” Billy responded, blowing out a puff of smoke.

(Y/N) put her hands on her hips, “Make me” She challenged.

“I’m not gonna make you do shit. You wanna talk to me? Talk” He spoke, acting like he didn’t care one bit but he did.

Are you too blind to see that I care? That’s why I really am here, because I care. That whole number you said to me, made my heart break. You may be an asshole, but you’re my asshole. Don’t you dare think for one minute that no one can ever love you. I love you! God dammit Billy! I fucking love you with all my heart. And you know what? I don’t care what you did, everyone deserves a happy ending, including you”. (Y/N) ranted, tears filling her eyes.

“If that didn’t show you that someone can love you, then maybe this will show you” She added.

Billy was confused up until (Y/N) reached over and cupped his face and smashed her lips against his. Billy kissed her back immediately.

The kiss was very different from the typical yet many ones that they have shared before. This kiss was passionate and gentle, yet it was needy. (Y/N) kept kissing Billy like her life depended on it, because it truly did. She didn’t want to lose him. 

Just from the kiss, Billy knew that he was worth being loved by someone. Not just by someone, more specifically by (Y/N) (L/N). The one girl that he has told himself many times, that he loved her and now he truly knew that she loved him and made him believe that others can love him too.

anonymous asked:

HEY, LOVELY CHIP, Please, can I request RFA+V reaction to a drunk MC? They arrived home and she is drunk or she arrived home drunk already, PLEASE

HELLO, LOVELY ANON! It’s been a while, so I’m sorry if this is not that good ;3c.


  • That’s it; this is the big moment, he is not the drunk person right now, he is the responsible one.
  • It feels good…Until he actually has to do it.
  • Yoosung is too worried about you; he should know that getting drunk just once is not going to kill you.
  • You arrived drunk after a party, after worrying and worrying about you, he started to question you.
  • “So…Someone flirted with you? Were there a lot of guys at the party?” Here he goes.
  • But soon he is taking care of you, just like you were very sick or something like that.
  • But prepare yourself because in the next day he will keep treating you like a sick person and better…
  • The questionary will begin.
  • He will make sure he goes with you to the next party!
  • And will probably get drunk as well.


  • The actor is suddenly very concerned as soon as you step inside of the house.
  • You didn’t think someone that loves cold beers so much would be so concerned when they see someone drunk.
  • Maybe it’s because he had a lot of ‘experience’ and forgot how it is to get drunk, knowing Zen he would deny that he ever got drunk, he would say stuff like:
  • My body is too strong!
  • And you would just roll your eyes.
  • But Zen is really lovely, like always, such a real gentleman!
  • He takes care of you, makes sure you eat something, cuddles until you finally rest.
  • It’s so lovely that you don’t see the problem in getting drunk again…
  • Until the next day,
  • The passionate actor turns into a parent that will lecture you how you shouldn’t drink so much!
  • Prepare your brain for the lecture.


  • Unlike the others, Jaehee showed no concern.
  • Maybe she liked too much how clingy you became when you were drunk; the assistant just kept a small but lovely smile on her face.
  • Everything you asks, she gives it to you, water, food, some blankets.
  • She listens to your drunken rant FOR HOURS.
  • When you wake up, you don’t feel the hangover from drinking so much, Jaehee really took care of you.
  • Jaehee gives you breakfast and makes sure to talk to you about everything that happened last time at the party at least what you remembers.
  • She confesses that she was worried, but she likes to keep calm over that kind of situation.
  • And she asks that in the next party, you drink a little less.


  • This is what happens when he is not there to see you! Bad things!
  • A lot of thoughts ran through the businessman’s mind, especially the one that says: People you love will get hurt if they are not under your care.
  • He hated the fact that he couldn’t go to the party with you because he had a crucial meeting.
  • Jumin doesn’t know how to take care of you, he has been drunk before, but no one ever took care of him, and he can’t quite recall how he took care of himself.
  • So he calls Jaehee to do the job.
  • The next morning, you’ll find a doctor that reassures him that everything is ok with you.
  • He had to make sure, who knows what you drank.
  • Jumin is very relieved that you are fine and you woke up without a headache, a hangover.
  • Everything is fine!
  • He just needs to make sure to have someone that will watch you at the parties he can’t attend.
  • I mean…He is just happy


  • He is very giggly when he sees you so drunk.
  • The redhead knows what to do, no, not for experience, but the hacker is just really smart!
  • He takes care of you when you need; he listens to your crazy stories, hugs you when you are suddenly sad, he kisses you when you are clingy.
  • He hides behind the couch when you are angry, and he sings with you when you are too happy!
  • You still don’t know the lyrics; you’ll blame it on being drunk.
  • It was a rather funny night, you slept like a baby and woke up with breakfast in bed!
  • Luciel doesn’t lecture you or express his concern, but deep inside, he was anxious.
  • Something terrible could happen to you without him knowing, and he is not happy with that.
  • You have to be more careful, and don’t worry; he will be extra cautious just for you.

V He is blind in this one

  • V is just a very calm and kind person, and this is not going to change when he thinks you need care.
  • Just like the others, he remained by your side.
  • Sadly, he can’t do much for you, except hug you, talk to you, listen to you, just be with you.
  • And for you, that’s enough; just his smile is enough to make you feel calm and safe by his side.
  • So when he tells you to rest, you don’t put up a fight, you just agree and goes to sleep.
  • How can you say no to someone so damn cute?
  • Next morning, he just keeps asking how are you, he wants to know if you are in any pain, or if you need anything.
  • He wants to know about everything, and he wants you to be extra careful.
  • That’s why he reminds you of how much he would miss you if you ever get hurt.

Maybe they all worry too much, but they don’t want to lose you.

Fic: “No Secrets”

After he’s returned from his abduction, Mulder and Scully have a talk about their relationship.  Season Eight AU.  Rated G, also here on Ao3.


Mulder feels fine now, really he does, but Scully doesn’t seem to want to listen.  “You need to rest,” she says, ushering him towards his room as they walk into the apartment.  “You’ve been through a lot.”  And he knows where she’s coming from—he remembers after her abduction, the way she had to insist on being back in the field again and even then he wasn’t quite sure about it, and there wasn’t even as much between them in those days.   But resting is the last thing he wants to do right now, when there’s so much else he could be doing.  Eating something good, maybe, instead of hospital food, or going for a run, or pulling her into him and kissing her.  That last one sounds especially good, but they haven’t in a while, not since he came back, not since she found him, and he’s not sure where to start, not with that expression on her face.  But when she says, “Why don’t you get some sleep?”, he feels the need to protest.

“I don’t need to sleep, Scully,” he says.  “I’ve gotten plenty of sleep in the hospital.  I’m really not tired.”

She looks at him as if she’s going to push back—to protest his protest—and then her expression shifts.  He’s not sure if he likes the shift, though.  There’s still a challenge in her face, and when she says, “All right. Why don’t we talk, then?”, he gets the feeling there’s going to be some kind of reckoning.

But he says, “Sure, let’s talk.”

They both take seats on the couch, at her insistence: she says she wants him resting in some form, at least.  It hasn’t been that long in the grand scheme of things—only a few weeks—but it’s odd for a moment, settling into that familiar place, those familiar positions, with all that they’ve just been through.  She looks at him steadily for a few moments, still with that same expression, and he’s about to say something just to break the silence when she comes out with, “Were you ever going to tell me?”

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Bad Question

One of my biggest headcanons is that The Host often sees/hears The Author, whether it’s in dreams or whilst he’s awake. I love writing about it!
Anyway, here’s Bing making a huge mistake (I don’t have a gif, so here’s a picture to fill in the gap)

“Hey Host,” Bing rolled into the room, barely balanced on his skateboard.
The Host had been in one of the shared living areas reading a book and enjoying getting out of his library until the rude interruption.
“Yes Bing?”
Host wasn’t impressed. The only other egos to have joined him had been Plus and Chrome, who sat down and quietly chatted to him whilst they took a break from fixing an issue with the WiFi. Bing wasn’t the most considerate ego, maybe because his systems didn’t recognise ‘right and wrong’.
“What’s the deal with your eyes anyway? How does someone just lose their eyes?”
The building seemed to freeze around Bing, and everyone felt the surge of energy. Even Dark, up in his office, shuddered and frowned. That was a worrying feeling, and Bing was in the eye of the oncoming storm.
“Does Bingiplier not understand,” Host tilted his head, a crazed smile on his face, “ that this is a personal matter that The Host has never discussed. He could say the same thing about Bing’s eyes, since the inferior robot always hides them. Why is that default droid?”

Bing had never heard The Host speak like this. In fact, no one had. His mannerisms and choice of wording all pointed back to The Author, but still with the same, calm voice The Host always spoke in, and Bing was terrified. He could feel emotions bubbling inside him, desperate to break free. It was true that he was self conscious of his eyes, and he was default. He was a failure at best. Why did they even keep him around? Bing turned to run from the room, but an invisible barrier blocked him.
“I’m not done with you.”
That was The Author talking this time, and when Bing turned back, he understood. The Host was dressed in The Author’s clothes, baseball bat held in his hands like it was the missing piece of a puzzle, and the most disturbing feature was that the blood soaked bandage had been removed. The Host’s sclerae were red, and his iris’s an even deeper shade. He still had black pupils, but they were hidden behind the blood that poured from his eyes like a waterfall.
“A-author p-p-please,” Bing begged, his systems started to shut down in fear.
“Don’t mock me. Don’t question me. And certainly, don’t ever ask about my eyes. Got that?”
”I’m sorry I-”
”Hush,” The Host’s voice was harsh, “ you have your answer now, but don’t believe everything you see, Bing. Now leave.”
The last part was directed both at Bing and The Author, who stood beside The Host the entire time, observing the power they still possessed. He disappeared shortly after the statement, but his voice remained in The Host’s mind, like always. Bing, on the other hand, had already shut down, cowering inside himself as he prayed for it to be over.

The energy over the building disappeared, and everyone breathed a collective sigh. The Host was back to normal and he left the room with a smirk as the googles received the notification that Bing had unexpectedly shut down and needed restarting. Up in his library, Host scratched at his bandages nervously whilst The Author appearing again, watching The Host’s movements closely.
That was fun. We should do that again
Host sighed and turned to where he saw The Author, “you could have hurt him.”
Another sigh from The Host as he sat down, rubbing his temples to help ease his headache. He always developed a headache when The Author was around, but then again, anyone would get a headache if the voice in your head was yelling at you.
Did you see his face though?
The Host noticed the playful tone of The Author’s voice and chuckled. He didn’t mean to, but seeing Bing terrified had been amusing to him, although he’d never admit it to anyone. The android deserved a good scare to get him to realise that he can’t walk around saying everything that comes to his mind. Broken system or not, someone had to teach him a lesson, and it was clear the part of The Host that loved to torment people was still strong and alive.
“We’ve had out fun, Author, but please leave me be now. It’s been too long since I’ve had a decent sleep.”
Thank you for today. See you soon

Like a ghost, The Author faded away, back into the memories stored deep within The Host’s mind. The Author had never thanked The Host any other time he’d appeared, or left when asked, but he guessed that it was because he’d embraced who he used to be, which was what the hallucination of his past self always wanted him to do. The Host always felt more powerful when The Author was around, which had allowed him to manipulate his appearance for Bing without changing physically. Maybe he always possessed that power, but embracing The Author was the only way to harness it? He didn’t care much, and The Host just wanted to rest after overexerting himself. Removing his bandage, his eyes were still as they had been since that dreadful day. They were two gaping holes with nothing inside but blood. Some days he missed having eyes, but others he realised he was much happier how he was. Even though he couldn’t really see, he could still experience the world, and in the end, that was all that mattered.

Sixth house;

In the 5th house, the joyous encounter with our inner star was celebrated with luxurious parties, theatrical performances and fantastic displays of talent and brilliance. Having spent so many nights enjoying a greater, happier aspect of being alive, we wake up to find that our home is dusty and messy. Champagne glasses pile up, waiting to be cleaned. Candles are still burning in their holders. There are food and wine stains in the tapestries, and the garden needs tending to.

This is where some of us come after having suffered some disillusionment: the world is not as fun as we’d like it to be. First of all, we’re bound to a physical body’s limitations, one that needs care, attention and affection, otherwise it’ll eventually fall to illness and eventually fester and putrefy. The sixth house is related to health in its most holistic sense, once we consider that one’s physical health depends on one’s state of mind. After all, if we’re able to find harmony within and be at peace with the personality we found in the 5th house, we’re extremely likely to take good care of ourselves and treat our bodies with responsibility and respect. This is also why this house is associated more specifically to nutrition and hygiene.

The opposition between the 6th and 12th houses also leads to an interesting fact: the 6th house is where we find mundane activities that may complement and solve part of our karma. This can be attained mainly through the 6th house’s association to the way we service others while expecting nothing in return. The 6th house not only represents everyday activities we must perform because someone has to do them, but it also symbolizes that when we do them charitably, focusing on healing ourselves and others, we readjust our karma and purify ourselves.

The 6th allows our outstanding 5th house personality to revaluate itself, so that it notices how it can be useful in this world. Because we have already found that we are especial and worthy of admiration in the 5th house, we’re able to work in the 6th house with courteousness and respectfulness, and this is why this house describes how we work in groups towards a common goal, thus ruling over how we deal with our work environment, self-discipline, submissive roles and coworkers. The sixth house is where we find that living on Earth, under Mother Nature’s rules, is no joke; we develop a profound respect for all natural things of this planet, especially when we notice how useful and valuable we can be, and this is also why this house is associated with our attitudes towards animals and the natural world.

Sun in the 6th house: a wise noble kneels in front of their people, vowing to a life of service; the crown reflects modest sheets of divine sunlight. This is someone who feels closer and closer to their true purpose as they put themselves into other people’s service. Being useful, distributing knowledge, arranging, organizing and taking care of others is what ignites this placement’s true light. Those with this placement are likely to stand out in their workplace because of their attitudes towards coworkers and the work itself. This Sun benefits a lot from healthy habits and a stable, reliable routine, and this is also a symbol for an incredible respect towards nature and life’s subtle, amazing details. As the 6th house is the house of alchemy, it is likely that the features of the Sun sign improve remarkably over time, as the individual learns with their own experience.

Moon in the 6th house: a devoted nurse feels their patient calmy leave this world, as the life in their hands quietly vanishes to somewhere unknown; the air seems enchanted with the natural grace of an everyday miracle. The individual’s ability to protect and nourish themselves and others is more evidently expressed through the service they pay for others and through their care towards mundane matters. A symbol for an outstanding ability to heal other people’s bodies and minds, this Moon likes to keep stable routines from which she can quietly control her entire life structure while keeping her feelings in harmony. There’s a strong emotional attachment to the concept of being perfect and maybe pure or holy that may permeate this Moon’s inclination to heal and solve other people’s problems.

Mercury in the 6th house: a professor helps one of their students, calmly explaining concepts as they draw on a blackboard, revealing fantastical truths of a mundane knowledge. Here, the individual is useful and convenient through the service of their intellectual and mental faculties, which are sharp and refined. People with this placement are usually technical perfectionists because of their eye for details that are often neglected by others. Their communicative abilities are best when they’re used to enlighten other people or absorb knowledge that might be useful for their own selves. Their minds are usually focused on everything that may make people’s days better, improving everything they set themselves to do. This placement also suggests a mental interest in health topics and teaching professions.

Venus in the 6th house: a figure wakes up before dawn, cleaning and organizing the house so that it can be perfect for the evening reception. Sweet and caring, Venus here demonstrates her affection by fixing people’s lives in the smallest details. People with this placement usually like taking care of their health, body and mind, and they’ll often extend this care to those around them. There’s a notable interest in serving others and improving their lives for the better with one’s kindness and knowledge. This is someone who can be seen happily cooking for their partner, solving their problems in secret and a conflict-dissolving presence in the work place. Venus here is also a master of understanding how the world works through a deep analysis of natural laws, producing a humble but extremely rich knowledge on what makes people tick. This is because Venus here is extremely introspective and quite analytical of her own self, as she desires to reflect nature’s perfect and pure structure.

Mars in the 6th house: an honourable warrior returns to their kingdom, bringing with them all sorts of unimaginable treasures discovered in their perilous quest. People with this placement experience excitement and a rush of pioneering energy when they’re into other people’s service. They’re competitive in their workplace and they usually don’t work as submissively as other 6th house placements do. This is a symbol of passion for solving other people’s problems and also improving their life in some way, while also drawing attention to the fields of health and therapies.

Jupiter in the 6th house: a farmer quietly works on their lands; the Sun rises slowly from distant mountains, distributing strings of gold as he rises. The wind blows; birds play cheerfully in the air. The great benefic favours hard-working attitudes here. The personality is usually quite introspective without losing its brilliance, producing a wise and generous individual who’s much interested in improving the world and helping people. Jupiter here feels great when dealing with mundane, everyday activities, and his teachings reveal a secret knowledge with spiritual implications. There is a magical wisdom in every completed quotidian task.

Saturn in the 6th house: an artisan works patiently with their products, painting careful details to their work of art; behind them, lay a dozen discarded imperfect attempts. People with this placement have a strong sense of what perfection looks like, and they always feel like they’re bound for doing their best, whatever it takes. There’s always something to improve here, so the individual may feel restless and never content with their own performance. Because this is the house of internal harmony, disharmonic and criticizing thoughts are heavily punished by Saturn’s presence, manifesting as health problems, limitations surrounding the work environment and one’s ability to work in groups. A symbol of an overthinker, Saturn here emphasizes the need for rebuilding one’s own sense of reality and self-worth, while also highlighting the importance of charitable activities, maintaining a healthy body and purifying the mind’s depreciating thoughts.

Uranus in the 6th house: a sudden storm rages during the night, fustigating trees and sending loose things in the air; in the morning, everything’s strangely out of place. Uranus here has some trouble working with his peers. The individual born under this placement deals very differently with all 6th house affairs, so they may struggle maintaining a predictable routine or habits. Uranus propagates divine, inconvenient messages of how work should be done, defying traditions while trying to show how simple things can be handled with changes here and there. The individual surely has an unusual way of serving others and can be rather rebellious whenever they find themselves in submissive positions.

Neptune in the 6th house: a vaporous figure prays passionately by an altar, so that all worldly pain and suffering can be soothed. Neptune is here dissolving the 6th house’s clear limits and boundaries. The individual, then, becomes highly aware of other people’s problems, and may have some trouble when establishing limits between them and others in this aspect. This is generally someone who’d die to solve other people’s problems, but they usually lack the 6th house’s typical discipline for doing so in a safe way, and so they may engage in sacrificial attitudes to fulfill loving fantasies of saving all people from disgrace and loss. Neptune here favours services that improve other people’s mental and spiritual conditions. Mundane activities are typically regarded as tiring, boring or highly infused with beautiful fantasies of a dreamy world.

Pluto in the 6th house: a dark wizard mutters ancient words, casting a forbidden healing spell. Pluto here indicates a strong and introspective personality that tends to overanalyze itself and others. Problems and health issues are carefully and fearlessly dissected, and so the individual usually develops a passionate obsession towards their duties and work. People with this placement stand out for the power that seems to emanate from their knowledge, and the Soul deeply desires to help others with its unique abilities and powerful way of dealing with the world. Those who seek the help of people with this placement often feel like they’ve been through a surgery and that the root of their problem has been violently attacked or even removed, and they’ll never be the same again, leaving us at a state of wonder: how did they came to be so powerful?

Detail: Edmund Leighton, “The King and the Beggar-maid”; 1898.

anonymous asked:

you ever worry your man will find someone better than you? I’m terrified of this :(

He might find someone “better” than me, but she will never be me. My energy can never be duplicated and I will never fight for no one anymore. If he wants to leave, I’ll be more than happy to hold the door open for him. Because someone who wants me would never put me in a position where I’d question my own damn self worth.

Too many times have I wasted my time chasing someone who didn’t truly want me. If he believes he found someone better, he has his reasons to believe so. I do not live in fear of losing someone, I acknowledge that it happens and have come to peace with it. Don’t fear this… it wastes time and energy.

Bees buzzed around the blossoms of a nearby manuka tree where Yuuri sat, cross-legged, on the floor of his parents’ nest. In his hands he held a cup of tea, wisps of steam coming off the surface. His father had instructed him to drink it before it cooled, the herbs swirling inside meant to help him fill out his wings faster.

Yuuri played with a bowl of greens and nuts set before him, eating only when a pointed glare reminded him that he was meant to be consuming what it contained. Calcium, for his feathers.

“You won’t be able to make it back if you don’t eat.”

Yuuri threw a handful into his mouth and crunched through them, washing them down with the tea. He watched, as his father tended to another siren. Her wings were shredded, in worse condition than Yuuri’s. Yuuri had seen her attempt to spread them earlier, a brilliant gradient of scarlet, under his father’s instructions. Now she managed to lift them through gritted teeth, but when they attempted to unfold, Yuuri saw that they were broken. He looked away, knowing he would not want to be observed in such a state.

His mother shuffled in, clicking her tongue in disapproval. “They’re getting bolder. The humans. Some of them seemed to have figured out a couple tricks. We’ve had a lot more sirens coming by lately, it’s never been this bad. I think they’ve started trying to hunt us.”

“That’s how… that’s what happened to my mate,” Yuuri muttered in reply, hands tightening around the cup. The feathers around his ears twitched, wings rustling. He was keenly aware of the snail-like movement of the shadows, because with each minute they crept closer and with each moment, Victor’s infection would be spreading. And he was simply sitting there, waiting.

“Awful. They should be concentrating on sinking their precious ships with their pride and their arrogance, like they’re meant to.” Hiroko scowled, then softened as she sat herself down next to Yuuri. She placed a jar in front of him, which Yuuri promptly snatched up, holding it tight to his chest. “You should rest more, your wings don’t look ready for flight.”

“I can’t, I have to go, I’m afraid if I don’t…” He had visions of returning to the ship, to a crew angered at the death of their captain. And with Yuuri to blame for it. Of not even being able to see Victor, chased off by grieving pirates who were not frightened of a molting siren.

“We’re not as weak to infections as humans,” Toshiya said, coming back. His wings, a dark blue which matched Hiroko’s, trailed behind him.

“You should bring your mate here when they’re better. We’re so happy to hear you found one. Mari still refuses to. Says she’s not done flying around the world.” Hiroko laughed. “What are their wings like?”

Yuuri thought to the flowing length of Victor’s hair, how it fluttered at the wind which swept over their ship, how it shone the most beautiful in the light of the moon. “Silver…”

“Oh, how gorgeous. You’ll make a good pair.”

Yuuri thought so too, looking down at the golden color in the jar he had been given. Around his fingers, the gold of the rings Victor had given him flared when hit by the rays of the sun. “I-… I have to go.”

Sighing heavy, Hiroko stood and left, coming back a minute later with a satchel. She took the jar of honey from Yuuri and placed it inside, along with a small pouch of powder which Toshiya had pulled from their medicine stores. She draped the satchel around one of Yuuri’s shoulders, tying it snug around his waist so he could fly without fear of losing it. “Fly safe, Yuuri. It’s becoming so that we’re no longer the most feared predator out on the oceans.”

With a short nod, Yuuri unfurled his wings. He could still feel the strain lingering in them. The old black feathers were gone, shed with the desperation of his flight to his parent’s nest, but it meant the new midnight blue was free to grow in in full. He would not be fast or stable, but he could make it. He needed to make it.

A promise to stay cautious given to his parents, Yuuri left. He spread his wings on the beach before the cove, testing their hold. He had to stay low, for fear of falling, but he was steadier than the day before.

Yuuri kept to the coast, more wary of the cities and the ports that he passed. He met no ships until the sun began to sink, painting the sky in colors.

On the horizon was a fleet. With bold white sails and figureheads carved into the forms of warriors. To go around them meant wasting time he did not have.

Yuuri steeled himself and flew straight for them.