because what else do we have left

You know, the older I get, the more I appreciate when adults in anime are actively horrified and angry to learn what sort of things the children main characters have been through.

Like, I get that a lot of kids programming is about wish fulfillment for its viewers. There are a lot of absent adults, a lot of worlds where kids hold all the responsibility, do all the fighting, because that’s an understandable thing to appeal to. Kids often feel over-controlled so a world where kids like them are free to travel and explore and fight and triumph without any adult supervision sounds pretty rad. I’m sure I was into that when I was younger.

Years down the line, it strikes me though how young these kids really are. And on the cusp of Real Actual Adulthood, I’m much more aware of how huge real independence is. I’m all the more appreciative when an older, more experienced person steps in and takes the reins, takes responsibility for me in a situation that’s asking more than what I think I can handle.

I think that’s why I’m so emotionally moved by adults in anime stepping in for the kids, taking up the responsibility or else feeling genuine anger over the realization of what these kids have gone through. Because responsibility is scary, and responsibility when you’re young is scary, and seeing these older characters understand that and step in just fills me with such relief and appreciation. And it’s better even if the adult characters are still fairly young, and still afraid of the situation, yet willing to sacrifice their own safety and comfort on the behalf of actual children who—all wish fulfillment aside—should never be placed in the situation they’re in.

Roy “we left children on the battlefield to do our fighting” Mustang, feeling so outraged, so powerless over what he just let happen, that he’s moved to break all his careful protocol so Ed, Al, and Ling aren’t left to face danger alone. All Might, Aizawa, and Thirteen fighting to the bone against the villain invasion, All Might losing his characteristic smile for the first time we’ve seen, because the children under their watch have been placed into danger that they should not have to face at such a young age. Reigen alone insisting Mob shouldn’t feel cornered into using his powers, shouldn’t force himself to suffer while fighting Claw, that Reigen himself will fight them instead despite his own lack of powers because he feels responsible toward Mob.

It’s a trope that means a whole lot to me and I live for the anime that acknowledge it.

PSA

(( OOC: Guys, you’re fucking beautiful. Your body is beautiful, your shape is beautiful, Your skin is beautiful, Your straight or curly hair is beautiful and so is the color, the clothes you wear are beautiful, the way you do or DON’T do your makeup is beautiful, Your brown/green/blue/yellow/purple/WHATEVER colored eyes are beautiful, your nose is beautiful, your smile is beautiful, YOU as a WHOLE are beautiful. 

And you know what else? Your personality is beautiful. You’re kindness is beautiful, your happiness is beautiful, the way you empathize with others is beautiful, the way you help those around you is beautiful, your goodness is beautiful. 

You’re talented. The way you dance, sing, draw, write, cook, sew, read, play sports, game, put together puzzles / problem solve, comprehend academic issues, understand other human beings, WHATEVER… talent is not limited to what is seen

Do not base your self love off of what the media tells you to love. 

Do not base your confidence on a few likes or comments on your social media. 

Do not compare your beauty to someone elses unless the purpose is to appreciate the beauty in our differences. 

Do not diminish your worth because someone tells you you’re not good enough.  

If we all allowed the negativity in the world to tear off the pieces of us that it didn’t like, the pieces that make us unique, the pieces that make us US, then we’d have nothing left. 

You are not a blank canvas to be altered by everyone with a paintbrush. You’re already a masterpiece… You are whole, you are beautiful and you are unique. Start believing it. )) 

8

What do you want from me? Admit that you wanted to get rid of me the whole time. Tommy knows this area better than- Agh, fuck that- Well, I’m sorry, I trust him better than I trust myself. Stop with the bullshit. What are you so afraid of? That I’m gonna end up like Sam? I can’t get infected! I can take care of myself. How many close calls have we had? Well, we seem to be doing alright so far. And now you’ll be doing even better with Tommy! I’m not her, you know. What? Maria told me about Sarah. And I- Ellie! You are treading on some mighty thin ice here. I’m sorry about your daughter, Joel, but I have lost people too. You have no idea what loss is. Everyone I have cared for has either died or left me. Everyone - fucking except for you! So don’t tell me that I would be safer with someone else because the truth is I would just be more scared. You’re right… You’re not my daughter, and I sure as hell ain’t your dad. And we are going our separate ways.

let’s be honest...

This is probably gonna come across as quite negative, but it’s really not intended to be. I’m going to be honest because thats what this blog is about, honesty and discussion. I would never usually do a post like this, but I’ve spoken to a lot of people who are feeling the exact same way as myself. This isn’t spreading “hate” so don’t attack me for it, it’s an opinion and it’s something that I feel should be addressed. Anyway, here we go:

I genuinely feel as a fandom, we are all so blinded by how we perceive Lauren to be, that we always attempt to justify the things she says/does when in reality, there’s a lot of things, we don’t actually agree with. I’m struggling to accept this image she’s playing out. It’s obvious their team is preparing her for her solo career next year. Out of the 4, only she and Ally so far have been given permission to release a song for profit in mainstream pop this year. Now, we’ve touched on the younger fanbase issue before. Lauren has always wanted to be older and more mature than who she is. Every stage in life happens for a reason, we accept that as we grow we learn what we need to know, when we need to know it.  L attempted to grow up so fast, that she’s now lost who she was. I look at L in 2015 then I look at her today. She was more mature and aware two years ago at 18/19 than she is now. Present day, her actions and behaviour contradict everything she stands for and preaches upon us. She selective, and addresses certain things on social media, leaving other major issues out. Her sexuality is now been questioned and undermined because of who she is been linked to and who she’s supposedly dating. That’s actually fucking sad, not just for L, but for LGBT fans across the fandom. She’s either drunk/high in nearly everything she uploads on Instagram. I understand thats a lifestyle choice, thats completely acceptable. There’s millions of people that do weed, I don’t personally but I don’t have an issue with people doing it, each to their own. However, what I do have a problem with is young fans cluelessly imitating Lauren’s behaviours because of her status and profile. If she wasn’t so public and blatant about what she was doing, I wouldn’t be writing this. None of the other girls are, and this is partly my issue.  L attempts to justify who she is and her lifestyle but all she’s doing is conforming to the stereotypes put in place by the music industry by publicising everything but not what’s important.

There’s been instances where Lauren has been so rude and impolite to respectful fans who nicely and respectfully ask for pictures or to talk with her. I understand theres a lot of fans who don’t respect the girls privacy, the airport incident was just one of many situations. But, 90% of the fandom are genuine fans who literally just want to take a picture or talk for a few minutes with their idols. These are the genuine fans that in reality elevated the girls to the level of success they currently sit at today. I’ve spoke to fans who have been left in tears at the Meet and Greets because Lauren couldn’t be bothered to interact with those who had spent hundreds of dollars to specifically meet her. I understand she’s human, she’s allowed to have off days we all have them. But, it’s important to remember, Lauren chose to audition back in 2012, she chose to sign a group contract and she chose fame. Nobody else chose this but herself. 

Fame can be the greatest thing in the world. You can do what you love, gain a platform and address issues you’re passionate about and have them taken seriously. However, it’s the most damaging thing to ever exist in humanity. What comes with fame is money and greed, and individuals loose who they perceive themselves to be. L’s confidence in herself often comes across as egotistical and arrogant. In any real life situation, no one should behave like that because no one is ever going to be the best. Why’s that? Because, there’s always going to be someone in life who comes along that’s better than you are and unfortunately, that’s just the way the world works.

I’m going to be completely honest with you all here, I genuinely fear L will lose herself in industry as a solo artist. There’s temptation, and people will try and craft her into a mould for the sole purpose of making money. We’re already seeing this happen. I fear her political and social activism will be degraded because of how she behaves and portrays who she is. There’s that added pressure to be the best vocally and if were being honest, theres always someone new that’s better. Her feminism and liberation as a woman will be taken away from her if she continues being linked to those known for their misogynistic and antifeminist behaviour. Her sexuality, something so empowering, brave and a huge part of who she is, will be degraded and mocked if she’s in relationships with certain people who think bisexuality is a joke. It’s not acceptable.

The healthiest and safest thing for Lauren to do, is to distance herself from social media and concentrate on what really matters. Spending time with family to reground herself of who she is and what she stands for. She’s got so much going for her and her potential is endless. But at the same time, she’s losing a lot of respect from fans who have been there from day one and those are the same fans that regardless of contract, can make or break a career.

Taster(Yoongi x Taehyung x Girl Smut)

This is just a oral smut, but I hope you guys like it! <3 


“I don’t understand why we have to do this.” You complained with your arms crossed over your chest as you stare ahead at both of your best friends. Each one of them looked back at you, as if it was perfectly fine almost as if you were the one overreacting about their request.

“Why not? It’s just to prove a point.” Yoongi shrugged taking his cross arms and shoving his hands into his pants pockets.

“Yeah and the point is that my tongue is better.” Taehyung almost glared at Yoongi, his fist almost balling up at the pure anger that was welling up inside of him.

“Well then that’s why we are here. So that y/n can tell us what she thinks. Because she owes it to us.” Yoongi deadpan stared at you a cynical smirk appearing on his lips. “Unless she wants the rest of the boys to know about her oral fetish.” Yoongi chuckled.

“YOU SWORE YOU WOULD NEVER TELL!” You shouted slamming your balled fists against the cushions as your whole body became painted in red.

“I did swear it, but you also swore to us that you would always be here when we needed your help.” He reasoned turning the tables on you.

“You can go and get any girl. Why me?” You asked scratching your head in frustration pressing your back against your couch cushions.

“That’s the perks of being a fucking friend, y/n. Best friend at that because we don’t have too many. But if you don’t want to do it, fine then we will go ask someone else.” Yoongi didn’t care he was one to say what he needed and if you didn’t agree he was done trying, he didn’t beg too hard and you had to learn how to deal with it.

You watched the both of them walk towards the front door Yoongi grabbing at the knob, and for some reason you became full of anxiousness and nerves all at once. Afraid that if they left, another one would be lucky to feel what you had wanted to feel all these years. You were somewhat attracted to your best friends, but you couldn’t act on it because you wanted all of them. It was hard just choosing one and if that made you a slut so be it. And when it came to lips, or tongues, or deep ass raspy voices both Yoongi and Taehyung toped your lists with approval. And this whole stupid thing, started behind someone asking your friends who would be better at head Taehyung or Yoongi. Of course, both men tried to defend themselves and say why they thought they were the best. Namjoon was on Yoongi’s side, Hoseok was on Yoongi’s side, but Taehyung and Jimin were on Taehyung’s side and Jin was undecided. So, now here you were the only one who could be the deal breaker. When you heard the request, you sunk into your couch, it had been a hard day and all you wanted to do after your long night shift was watch TV and forget about the species called humans. But your best friends on the other hand didn’t think that you should have any rest today. What would be so bad about seeing them both on their knees in front of you? Being ever so eager to taste you, to get you off. You had spent countless nights with your own fingers buried into your pussy slick with your spit and juices imagining that it was them instead. With the door opening wide you squirmed to get on your knees looking at them.

“N-no! Please.” You whined but Yoongi acted as if he didn’t hear you stepping outside with Taehyung hesitating behind you. “YOONGI please!” You shouted balling your first up into the back of the couch. “I.. I want to do it! I’ll let you do it.” You jutted out your lower lip sinking into the cushions a bit.

“You’ll do what?” Yoongi asked walking back into the door to look down at you, his eyes holding a hint of excitement and uncertainty.

“You know.. Let you taste me.” You whispered the last part, Yoongi took long strides to you gripping your chin within his fingers lifting your head and your body followed instinctively as he searched your eyes.

“Speak up little girl, I didn’t hear you.” He cooed in a deep somber voice, one that made your leg squeezing together as the heat was quick to rush through your body.

“I said you can taste me!” You said a with a bit more confidence, Yoongi smirked leaning down to crash his lips against yours taking your breath away within seconds. He tilted his head to the side, sucking on your bottom lip playing with the flesh until he got impatient, sliding his tongue into your mouth he sucked on the pink muscle dominating the kiss. You let out a string of moans against his lips trying to keep up with his motions, his wet tongue locking with yours and flicking in the most sensual ways making your heart skip beats, if he could do this with just a kiss then imagine what he could do to your other lips.

Taehyung wasn’t happy that Yoongi was getting all your attention. Shutting the door, he walked to stand behind you, pulling your hair to break your heated kiss with Yoongi. He tilted your head back giving you seconds to swallow air before he was kissing you instantly shoving his tongue into your mouth. Taehyung was just as a sloppy kisser as Yoongi was. His nose pressed against yours as your lips molded, his kiss was a bit more demanding than Yoongi’s was who was just watching the scene unfold in front of him. He had to admit to himself it was hot to see how you and Taehyung made out, he could see your breast getting hard against your shirt and though he was sure you had on a bra it was way too easy to tell that you were affected.

You kissed Taehyung until you were dizzy, your hand reaching up to tap at his face gently, his tongue sweeping across the roof of your mouth and over your teeth. He pulled back slowly letting you get more breath as he looked down at your reddened lips. He smirked at himself, helping you turn around to sit you on the couch he licked his lips getting on his knees.

“Who do you want to be first me or Yoongi?” He asked softly stroking the inside of your bare thighs. You looked down at Taehyung who seemed eager to go and prove himself to you, Yoongi on the other hand plopped down on the couch and you could tell that he was in no hurry. You bit on your bottom lip looking back at Taehyung leaning back starting to unbutton your shorts and slide them down your legs.

“I want you Taehyung.” You said sensually as soon as your shorts were off. You threw them on the ground beside Taehyung and he gave you a boyish grin starting to pepper kisses along the inside of your thighs. Yoongi wasn’t really phased by your little act, he knew you wanted them both but he would wait to leave you begging for more.

Taehyung was more than eager, he was licking up the inside of your thighs kissing different spots to mark you with hickeys from his plump lips. His brown hair looked so soft, brushing against your panties causing you to lightly gasp. You didn’t know why you felt so jittery and alert, maybe it was because you were about to get head from Taehyung or maybe because Yoongi was watching you, maybe both. Taehyung pulled at your panties, and lifting your hips you helped him take them off your body. He spread your legs wide making you bend your knees as his hands held onto your shins. He leaned forward looking up at you, his tongue darting out to slowly lick up and down your bare pussy. You let out a tiny gasp, your hands running against the cushions of the couch and your hips bucked lightly an instinct that you were trying to calm down at the moment. Taehyung was pleased with this, his tongue repeated the motion licking all over your outer lips. He kept his eyes on you, his tongue dipping between your pussy lips, slowly he licked up and down your slit teasing you but making sure he was tasting everything.

“You’re so wet for me already. Just imagine if I was to fuck you.” Taehyung rumbled out, his voice deep because of the arousal in his system even the air itself was something that was changing in the room. Taehyung let his tongue move to lick against your clit long slow strokes against the bud causing you to lift your hands up and run your fingers through his hair. Your back arched, hips pressing against his face against as his tongue roamed around your clit, your juices starting to drip onto his face. He let his lips around wrap around your bud giving harsh sucks that you felt in your core. He slipped his tongue from your clit letting his mouth cover your pussy as he shoved his tongue inside of your warm pussy. Taehyung moaned at your taste, his nails digging into your flesh as he moved his head side to side, letting his thick tongue press deep inside of your pussy. Taehyung made his tongue curve, vibrating it slightly against your core searching for that one spot that would make you lose your mind. He continued to let his eager tongue press against your wet pussy, thrusting in and out at a rapid pace until he heard the change of your voice. How your back arched as your hands tightened in his hair. You pulled him closer to you, letting your hips press hard against his face. He let you, drinking up your juices eagerly thrusting against your spot even though your essence was all over his chin. Your stomach tightened up it felt so good to feel his wet pink tongue fucking your pussy. Taehyung was skilled, he had your lower stomach tightening and your eyes drifting shut as your cries got louder for him, your body moving to slump over a bit.

“Taehyung! I’m going to cum, please god don’t stop fuck- right there!” You rode his face against the couch your toes curling as the hot white flames danced against your skin. Your back arched up and your voice rang out his name as your pussy tightened around his tongue and you came for him giving all your essence to him. Taehyung dug his face deeper against your pussy swirling it so that he could suck up your cum and clean you up. He pulled back from you after slowing his tongue down giving a lazy smile as he licked his lips. He waited for you to settle down as he kissed on your skin.

“Did you enjoy it?” He asked softly letting his nails ease up from your skin.

“It was fucking amazing.” You breathed out slightly, your pussy was quivering and still dripping from how you felt. Taehyung leaned forward to brush his lips against yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth so that you could kiss him back before he was pulling back once again. He gave a cocky smirk in Yoongi’s direction who seemed unimpressed waiting for him to get up and go sit on the couch. Yoongi sat up, pushing himself off the couch he walked over to you standing in front of you.

“Are you ready for daddy to make you feel like a real woman little girl?” He asked and naturally his voice was deep but right now, you could feel the juices just dripping from your pussy as he watched you. Nodding your head, you bit on your bottom lip, slowly spreading your legs wider for him.

“Yes daddy, I want you to eat me until I can’t move.” You chewed on your lip wanting to tease him back because you wanted him to leave you speechless.

Yoongi gave a smirk, dropping to his knees slowly he leaned forward looking at you. He let his hands slide up to grab at your hips jerking you forward to press your ass cheeks against the edge of the couch. You gasped slightly, watching as he leaned attacking your heat with his lips. He nibbled on your clit his hair brushing against your lower stomach as he attacked your pussy. His mouth moved fast sucking on your clit his head pressed against your center. He had you shaking in the position you were in; your hands were already gripping tightly at his hair pulling on the black locks. It felt too good, your voice wavering as he ate you out. He let his tongue pull back to lick up and down your clit, a harsh and thick tongue against your slit. He shoved his tongue into your wet entrance and you swore you heard him release some sort of a chuckle. Looking up at you with dark eyes he pulled your hips closer to his face not letting you escape as his tongue danced against your walls.

“Y-Yoongi. P-please!” You were spent, you could feel your pussy tingling from how his tongue jammed against your spot taking him a few thrusts to find it. He let his tongue vibrate inside of you, curving and flattening tasting all your nectar. His dark eyes unraveled you, made you feel exposed and so naked though you still had on your top. Yoongi used his hands to move you back and forward to ride his face, his chin and mouth becoming covered with your juices. He didn’t care, he was determined to make you lose your mind, he couldn’t get enough of your cries how your hands pulled at his hair tighter, how you were arching your back and squirming, as if you were trying to push his head away and get more from him at the same time. Your body was spent he could see it, he decided to make slurping noises, taking all of you juices. He let his hands dig into your hips he lifted them up a bit, causing your upper body to lay back until he was pressing one knee down against the floor tilting you upwards. He moved one of his thumbs to rub at your clit, his thumb stroking at your clit in a circle harsh and quick. Your hips wiggled and you felt your stomach tighten again for the second time that day.

“HOLY FUCK!” You shouted at the top of your lungs as you came on his tongue. You thought that Yoongi was going to stop but instead he continued to let his tongue play with your pussy, moaning and growling against your skin. He let his free hand slap at your ass cheek turning it red, your breath hitched and your hands pulled harder at his hair, the overstimulation setting in your system as he continued to taste you. Your eyes rolled back lips hanging open as he continued to devour your pussy tapping his thumb against your clit. Your hips jerks and jolted a third orgasm rippling through your body once again. Yoongi slowly let his tongue relax on the inside of you before he was pulling back from your pussy letting your hips rest on the couch. You were spent, taking deep breaths as your shirt stuck to your body. Hair plastered against your face, limbs twitching as you started to come down from your high. Yoongi licked his lips in front of you. You were going to sit up to say anything, instead he leaned over you and grabbed at your hair crushing his lips against yours before he pulled back.

“Don’t say anything, just repay me with your tongue next time.” He winked at you pulling back. “Do we really need her to tell us who is good?” Yoongi asked Taehyung as he rolled his head side to side.

“Well..” You stated sitting up looking at the both of them.

“I think you both are very good at what you do. And I would say that you both have your own talents when it comes to giving head and pleasing me. But maybe you should ask Hoseok why he is my favorite when it comes to giving head.” You watched as both of their mouths dropped open and grabbing at your shorts and panties you walked towards your room as the questions started up.

It irks me a lot - and I mean a lot - that people think it’s Scanlan’s future to outlive Vox Machina and tell their story and all that jazz. And I know why people think that. That’s the bard thing, right? That’s why Mythcarver awakened - because Scanlan chose to live, which is what the bard needs to do.

Except that Scanlan has never given any indication that he would do that. Scanlan doesn’t tell their story. He used to tell his story and sometimes that involved telling people about Vox Machina as well, but he cut that out around the Conclave arc. People treat Scanlan like he’s the classic archetypal bard who will write epic poems and songs about the heroic adventuring group he was part of. 

But Scanlan isn’t that archetypal bard. Scanlan’s never given any indication whatsoever that he considers his music to be anything more than a means to an end. It’s what he’s good at and it’s how he channels his magic, so that’s what he does. In fact, Scanlan’s been really frustrated by people just seeing him as the song guy. You really think Scanlan wants his future to be “the guy who tells other people about some other great people he once knew,” when he’s put this much effort and anger into insisting that he wants people to know him for who he is and not what he can do?

Moreover, that’s Keyleth’s story. Keyleth is and has always been the Eliza of Vox Machina and honestly I can’t believe we don’t talk more about the fact that Keyleth knows and is terrified of that, compared to the archetypal bard who would usually be proud to tell people about the heroic exploits of his compatriots. Which isn’t to say Keyleth wouldn’t be proud to talk about them, but she’s terrified of the fact that she knows one day she’ll have to talk about them because nobody else will be left to do so. 

Keyleth explicitly is the one who will, in the best case scenario, outlive everyone she loves and be the only person who remembers them enough as people to tell their story. Sprigg isn’t really a reflection of Scanlan - he’s a reflection of Keyleth and she outright said as much. Keyleth is the one who, in a few hundred years time, is going to be beating herself up because she can’t remember anymore which twin was which or what Grog’s last name was or whether Percy was the third or the fourth - and eventually she won’t even remember that much.

Scanlan just wants to live a peaceful (okay, and criminal) life with his daughter and not think very hard about his adventuring days at all because they were miserable. Keyleth is desperately clinging on to memories of her friends and family because she knows one day, it’ll be all she has.

Stealing that narrative from Keyleth and putting on it Scanlan just because he’s the bard is a mockery of both characters. It’s exactly the way Scanlan doesn’t want to be seen or thought of and it’s Keyleth’s greatest fear and inevitable future.

anonymous asked:

Hi! You've opened requsets again! It's so great! Can you please write some hc about how rfa + Saeran + V is nervous in wedding day with MC? In Jaehee case it can be that Jaehee is a bridesmaid or just helped a lot to organize that wedding.

Aww, this is so sweet! Hope you like these. 


Zen:

  • Normally, he’s really confident about things
  • But today he’s a mess
  • He’s in between wanting to see you and running out the door
  • Super fidgety
  • He keeps asking all the RFA members questions
  • “Is the tie straight? Does my hair look fine? How much time do we have left?” 
  • They all give him respective pep talks
  • By the time he’s standing at the altar, his palms are sweaty
  • And he can’t stop singing under his breath
  • Bounces on his toes
  • But when he sees you walking down the aisle in the dress, his heart calmed down
  • He didn’t even see anyone else there…only you

Yoosung:

  • Nervous chuckles at everything
  • Seven has to shake him out of it
  • “Dude, why are you laughing so much?”
  • He starts wandering off because his mind is just anxious
  • Caused a lot of panic at one point
  • “MC, your groom is missing!”
  • “What?!”
  • “Oh, no…false alarm. He just went to the bathroom…at the restaurant across the street.”
  • He nervously chuckles again “I brought churros!” But the bag is empty
  • You thought it was a joke until you kiss him at the altar and taste the cinnamon 
  • He doesn’t calm down until the reception when you two are having your first dance

Jaehee:

  • You asked her to be your maiden of honor
  • But she also did a lot of the planning with you
  • She’s so nervous something is going to go wrong
  • She’s checking on you every two minutes
  • “MC, you have your bouquet? You have your veil?”
  • “Yes! Yes!” 
  • “Last question….you sure about getting married?” 
  • “Jaehee!”
  • She teases you, but honestly she’s very happy for you
  • Still nervous she’s going to trip walking down the aisle though
  • She loosens up at the reception….you know, after a few glasses of wine

Jumin:

  • He’s not very superstitious, so he kind of wants to see you before the wedding
  • When the others say he can’t until you walk down the aisle…that’s when he starts getting nervous
  • He doesn’t want to be left alone with his thoughts
  • So he starts a fight with Zen to try to get his mind off of things
  • “Zen…start chattering away about yourself like you always do.” 
  • “What’s that supposed to mean???”
  • Constantly flattening his tux and adjusting his cuff links
  • Lots of pacing
  • He finally calms down when the procession starts
  • Stoic Jumin Han actually tears up when he sees you walk down the aisle
  • Doesn’t remember why he was nervous in the first place


Seven:

  • He’s super nervous something is going to go wrong
  • He wants to stress eat a little
  • But Zen and Yoosung keep taking away the bag of Honey Buddha Chips
  • They insist that he can’t get anything all greasy
  • When he starts getting really anxious, he says he needs to MC before the ceremony
  • But, he also doesn’t want to see her in her dress until it’s time
  • So they arrange it so the two of them could talk to each other on opposite sides of the door
  • Seven calms down a little when he can hold your hand
  • When it’s time to get on the altar, he gets super scared he’s going to mess up the vows
  • Everything goes on without a hitch though
  • He doesn’t truly calm down until halfway through the reception, where it just feels like normal party

Saeran:

  • He’s super nervous since he never made a life commitment like this before
  • He keeps doubting himself
  • He’s scared that he won’t be good enough for you
  • He needs a lot of affirmation from his friends and his brother
  • He’s super jittery though and easily startled by everything
  • He blanks out a lot while waiting for the ceremony to start
  • He soon forgets his anxieties when you walk down the aisle
  • He’s mesmerized by you and thinks of how lucky he is
  • He’s still a bit nervous throughout the vows and things, but the reception is just with close friends and family
  • So he gets a lot more comfortable
  • But he’s holding your hand a lot

V:

  • He’s really nervous, but excited
  • He wanted life to start fresh with you
  • But he still had some reservations because he was scared of his past faults
  • Jumin has to talk some sense into him when he thinks that
  • V just keeps talking to him to get his mind off of things
  • When he saw you in the dress, he was breathless
  • He had never been happier that he gotten the eye surgery
  • Loosened up to his normal self once the dancing started 

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Weights & Measures Pt 1 [M]

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut

Word Count: 5k+

Triggers: swearing, drinking, sex

A/N: This fic is inspired by the song Weights and Measures by Dry the River. It’s v depressing so be warned if you decided to listen to it. 

Originally posted by ew-jiminnie

“I was prepared to love you and never expect anything of you
And there’s no patron saint of silent restraint
Baby there ain’t no sword in our lake
Just a funeral wake”

-Dry the River

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Final Epilogue

Two Years Before

Your boss had been riding your ass for months, but when he walked into your office and demanded you get some sleep you weren’t about to argue with him. Scrambling, you packed up your desk for the day and ran out the door for the night. You didn’t to take the risk that this was all a big joke and you were the butt of it.  You can’t remember the last time you were home before dark and the cool early evening breeze felt like a welcome home present.

It had been a few weeks since you and Jinyoung, your fiance, had been able to actually sit and eat a meal together. He used to always leave a plate for you in the fridge and a sweet note telling you that he loved you, but that had changed in the past few months. You were now used to coming home to a dark apartment. Jinyoung would already be fast asleep when you padded into the bedroom. Most of your meals consisted of microwaved dinners or rice. After Jinyoung stormed into the kitchen one night while you were cooking yourself dinner, you didn’t want to risk another fight.

Stopping by his favorite noodle shop, you hoped that tonight you would be able to close the ever growing distance between the two of you. It had been months since the last time you had sex. It’s not like you didn’t try, but any time you would initiate it, he would shut you down, saying he was too tired or that he wasn’t in the mood. You missed the way he would say your name and look at you like you were the most beautiful creature on the planet. But every time he looked at you now, it was like he was looking at nothing. The light had gone from his eyes, and you wanted it back so badly.

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The Real Infinity War

A/N: Enjoy this alternative to Infinity War with less feels.


Tony has created a chatroom.

Tony has added Bruce.

Tony: I have a science bro.

Tony has added Stephen.

Tony: I have an awesome facial hair bro.

Tony has added T'Challa.

Tony: I have a billionaire bro.

Tony has added Peter.

Tony: I have a kid bro.

Tony has added Y/N.

Tony: I have a best friend bro.

Tony has added Natasha.

Tony: I have a traitor bro.

Tony has added Vision.

Tony: I have a grankid bro.

Tony has added Steve.

Tony: I have an old bro.

Tony has added Rhodey.

Tony: I have a bro bro.

Tony: Get it, Rhodey? Because you’re like family to me.

Rhodey: Bro.

Tony: Bro.

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Highlights from All the Bright Places
  • Finch: .. it's only when I'm awake that I think about dying.
  • Finch: Worthless. Stupid. These are the words I grew up hearing. They're the words I try to outrun, because if I let them in, they might stay there and grow and fill me up and in, until the only thing left of me is worthless stupid worthless stupid worthless stupid freak.
  • Finch: This time will be different. This time, I will stay awake.
  • Finch: "My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery-- always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving,, and then buried in the mud. And why? What's this passion for?"
  • Violet: "If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger."
  • Violet: Like everything else that doesn't last, today is gone now, but it was a pretty good day.
  • Finch: You have to live your life like you'll never be sorry. It's easier to do the right thing from the start so there's nothing to apologize for.
  • Finch: I know life well enough to know you can't count on things staying around or standing still, no matter how much you want them to.
  • Finch: The problem with people is they forget that most of the time it's the small things that count. Everyone's so busy waiting in the Waiting Place. If we stopped to remember that there's such a thing as a Purina Tower and a view like this, we'd all be happier.
  • Finch: What if life could be this way? Only the happy parts, none of the terrible, not even the mildly unpleasant. What if we could just cut out the bad and keep the good?
  • Finch: (referring to "impending, weightless doom") I like the idea of something that can give you those feelings all the time. I want something like that, and then I look at Violet and think: There she is.
  • Finch: I walk through the black Indiana night, under a ceiling of stars, and think about the phrase "elegance and euphoria," and how it describes exactly what i feel with Violet.
  • Finch: I pull her in and kiss her the way I've always wanted to kiss her, a lot more R-rated than PG-13.
  • Finch: Ultraviolet Remarkey-able, I think I love you.
  • Finch: The future is uncertain, but that can be a good thing.
  • Finch (while strangling Roamer): You put me here. You did this. It's your fault, your fault, your fault.
  • Finch: If a song's meant to stay around, you carry it with you in your bones.
  • Finch (quoting Cesare Pavese): "We do not remember days, we remember moments."
  • Finch: Decca, sometimes there's beauty in the tough words-- it's all in how you read them.
  • Violet: People like Theodore Finch don't die. He's just wandering.
  • Violet: May your eye go to the Sun, To the wind your soul .... You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.
  • Violet: What a terrible feeling to love someone and not be able to help them.
  • Violet: I didn't know that my life forever changing would be because you loved me and then left, and in such a final way.
  • Violet: Just because they're dead, they don't have to be. And neither do we.
  • Finch: You make me love you, And that could be the greatest thing my heart was ever fit to do ....
  • : Theodore Finch-- I was alive. I burned brightly. And then I died, but not really. Because someone like me cannot, will not, die like everyone else. I linger like the legends of the Blue Hole. I will always be here, in the offerings and people I left behind.
  • Jennifer Niven: ... it is important to talk about what happened.
  • Theodore Finch: You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.
BTS Reaction To: After A One Night Stand.

-Request: I was wondering if you could do a react to bts waking up and their reaction to the reader still being there after their one night stand. Also I LOVED the react you did from my other request thank you so much!!-

I’m glad you liked it! :)

JIN.

When Jin woke up to see you beside him after the sinful night you both shared, he felt slightly shocked. He was shocked with himself that he even had a one night stand as it wasn’t his type of thing, however he didn’t regret it one bit. Seeing you beside him with your eyes closed just made him smile.

Although it was a one night stand and you both barely knew each other, he couldn’t help but feel something towards you, even if it sounded silly.

But soon enough, Jin found himself completely embarrassed as he muttered out “adorable” whilst looking at you, which caused you to wake up.

“Whatever you just heard - wasn’t me.”

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

SUGA.

When Yoongi opened his eyes, he saw you sleeping peacefully, with his arms wrapped around your waist. Yoongi didn’t know what to do - either yank his arms away from you, resulting in you waking up, or to keep his arms around you, liking the warmth you gave.

He decided to keep his arms around you, snuggling closer to you and resting his forehead against yours, closing his eyes so he could fall back to sleep again and savour the moment with you.

When you did wake up, however, you tried quietly getting out of his bed so you wouldn’t wake him, but Yoongi awoke to your movements.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“Oh, um.. I figured I should leave.. I should probably get out of your way.”

Yoongi just shrugged. “You don’t have to. I mean, you can, but you aren’t bothering me or anything.”

This man just wants you to stay but he doesn’t know how to do it without coming off as creepy just save him okay.

Originally posted by jeonbase

RAP MONSTER.

Namjoon had a few one night stands in his past, and all of them he regretted, but with you, it was different. He couldn’t quite grasp onto his feelings, but all he knew was that he was happy to see you lying next to him.

Namjoon waited until you would awake, using that time to plan out the conversation he would soon have with you in his head, but he found that his mind went completely blank when you sat up in his bed.

“Uh-hi, are you feeling okay?” He asked, as he knew you was very drunk last night, and he wondered if you was suffering from a hangover.

“I have a head-ache, but I think I’ll be alright.” You awkwardly laughed.

“I’ll get you some medicine tablets, then we can talk after, okay?”

You nodded, smiling faintly at his kindness.

Originally posted by namseok

J HOPE.

Hoseok didn’t know what to do. Seeing you by his side left him speechless, and he couldn’t even articulate or form any sentences in his own head to describe how he felt. He was happy - of course - but he didn’t want to be because it was a one nightstand, and nothing else (well so he thought.)

Once you woke up, Hoseok asked you if you wanted anything to drink, to which you responded with “I’m okay, thank you.”

Hoseok suddenly had so many spiralling thoughts in his head, wanting to voice them but not knowing how to. He wanted to thank you for the incredible night, but he just couldn’t.

It was weird and insane to even him how he liked you already, only knowing you from last night.

“If you want anything, I can get it for you. It’s really no problem.”

Hoseok was just trying to be chill about everything but he was really screaming inside.

Originally posted by mygukie

V.

Taehyung stared at you, admiring how beautiful he thought you looked while resting, and he told himself that he was lucky to even be in the presence of you. Taehyung was more than happy to cuddle with you until you would wake up.

Your eyes opened and Tae smiled at you faintly. “Hi, you okay?”

You smiled back at him, nodding. 

“I guess we should talk about last night, right?” Taehyung questioned.

Taehyung didn’t want you to leave, and he decided he should confess to you about how he felt. He felt nervous but little did he know, you felt the exact same way as him.

Originally posted by 4cyphers

JIMIN.

Jimin was extremely sweet about the whole situation. After waking up with you in his embrace, he got out of his bed ever so carefully, not wanting to wake you up. He ran downstairs to his kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with cold water for you. He even made you a quick snack for when you woke up.

He entered the bedroom once again to see you waking up, you stretching your arms out wide. Jimin smiled at you.

“Hey, I made you something to eat if you want it.”

As you ate the food, he sat down beside you on his bed, feeling extremely nervous. He thought for a little while before speaking, and it turned out you both talked for a lot longer than expected, you even leaving with his phone number after.

Originally posted by minblush

JUNGKOOK.

Jungkook didn’t hesitate to say how he felt about you once you had woke up. He wanted to get across his feelings to you because he knew if he didn’t say anything, he would regret it. Jungkook bonded with you as you both went to the same club, so it lead you both to talk on many occasions. But last night you both had too much to drink, and it lead you both to crawl into bed together.

“I know that last night happened because we were both drunk but I don’t regret it at all.”

His confession shocked you, but you couldn’t deny the fact that you felt the same way.

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

This is really bad sorry :(

Becoming a Father Overnight Part Six

Series Summary- Jared x Daughter!Reader. Jared Padalecki’s life is flipped upside down when he gets a call from a teenage girl saying she’s his daughter.

Disclaimer- I don’t own the Supernatural universe or the images/gifs used, they were found on Google.

Becoming a Father Overnight Masterlist 

Masterlist

Y/n skipped down the stairs to dinner, still in a pretty good mood from the conversation she’d just had. Y/n entered the kitchen to find her parents setting the table.  

“Perfect timing,” her dad flashed her a smile. Even though she’d learned that Jared was her biological dad, that didn’t change the fact that she’d been raised with Dan as a father. Y/n simply nodded, taking her spot at the table.

Dinner started out in silence, things had been tense with the family lately. Y/n was still upset with them, especially her mother for keeping secrets and lying to her and Jared.

Y/n cleared her throat, she guessed now was as good a time as any to talk about going to Austin at the end of the month, “Mom?”

Tiffany’s head snapped to her daughter, happy she was voluntarily talking to her again. “Yes sweetie?”

“Jared invited me down to Austin for winter break,” Y/n said simply, leaving it out there for her parents.

Tiffany was shocked. Y/n had implied that she’d continued talking to Jared, and Tiffany expected nothing less from the kind-hearted man, but this was a surprise. She hadn’t realized that they’d gotten close enough to talk about visits yet. “The whole break?”

“Yeah, I’d end up spending Christmas down there.”

Tiffany and Dan exchanged looks, and Tiffany cleared her throat. “Don’t you want to spend the holidays up here with us, like always? You’ve never spent a holiday apart from us.”

“Not really,” she answered bluntly. “I really want to meet and get to know Jared and my brothers better. If you’d been honest with everyone from the start then I would have spent more holidays with them.”

Tiffany swallowed and look away. Her and Y/n had always gotten along well and she wasn’t handling her daughter being angry with her well.

“Y/n,” Dan tried to reason. “I understand you’re upset, but maybe try not to take it out on your mom too much. She was just trying to do what she thought was best for you and everyone else given the situation.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, sitting up straighter in her seat. “I think angry is a bit of an understatement. Look, I don’t want to talk about Mom’s big mistake right now. I just wanted to ask if I could go to Austin for winter break.”

Dan and Tiffany shared a look, seeming to be having their own little silent conversation. She sighed, “I guess it’s okay.”

“Great, I can’t wait to tell Jared,” Y/n exclaimed, hopping up from the table.


Jared poked his head into the play room, checking on the kids before retreating back into the kitchen. He passed Jensen a beer before sitting across from him.

“So, how have things been going with Y/n?” Jensen checked in with his friend.

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✨ H.A.T.E ✨

Peter Pan Imagine

One 

Author: Joi A. Wade

Tagged: @tmrhollandkay, @ casualcolorstarfish

Requested: Yes,  Hi, can I get one where Pan & the reader are in HS and they don’t really get along but Pan always trys ti seduce her. Pan and the lost boys have a costume party and the reader dresses up as a sexy maid and Pan takes her to go to his room and smut.,  Please make a second part to your Peter Pan fanfic! It’s really good and the cliffhanger is killing me! Also, I wouldn’t mind a smut, if you’re comfortable with writing that.. :) *slides out backdoor*,  Part 2 of H.A.T.E PLZZZZZ!?!?!?!, When is the second part of H.A.T.E coming out? I love your writing :),  When are u planning to update H.A.T.E.? 👀👀

Warnings: SWEARING | smut | long | greaser!Pan | soc!reader | cliffhang

Summary: H.A.T.E = Having All These Emotions. Y/n brings up a simple memory, only for it to open old wounds. 

Note: SCHOOL IS ALMOST OVER! ONE MORE DAY! I REPEAT! UNO! AND 2000 FOLLOWERS !! :) :) :) :)


“Follow me.”

“What part of ‘avoiding him’ did you not understand-”

“Please, love.”

Now this caught her off guard. Him, Peter Pan, the ruthless greaser that didn’t ask nicely, and took what he wanted, was begging her? Oh, she was definitely about to use this against him later. But, for now.

“Fine.”

The two of them weaved through the crowd of horny, sweaty teenagers pretty easily. Nobody paying mind to who was who, thanks to the near pitch blackness of the area and the intoxication. Y/n, being grateful of this, sighed in relief once they’ve reached the couple steps into a hall; the last thing she wanted was to be seen following a greaser to a room. 

Going further down the hall, he stops in front of a door that Y/n assumed was his room (obviously). Opening it cautiously, Peter quickly pulls her inside, slamming it back and locking it right after. Raising an eyebrow at this, she coughs slightly. 

“Uh, you wanna tell me why you locked the door?” 

Without answer, Peter quickly grabs her by the wrist (rather roughly, mind you) and slams her back into the wooden surface. Wincing slightly, letting out a small squeak at the sudden chill down her back, Y/n stares up at him in shock. 

“What the hell is your-” 

Cutting her off was simple. With his lips crashing onto her in a heated embrace was enough to make her brain stop for only a moment. For once, she was speechless. Standing still was her panic mode, not moving her body nor her lips as Peter had her wrists held tightly in his hands, trapped against the door. Finally regaining consciousness, she doesn’t hesitate to knee him right where mother nature had blessed him. 

Grunting, he pulls his head away from hers, but not letting her wrists free. They both panted heavily, Y/n staring at him with a mixture of emotions, while his was scrunched in pain. Neither of them moved as he collected himself. Opening his eyes back up, Y/n could feel her throat run dry at the sight before her. They were no longer their warm, greenish tint. They looked dark, ferocious…hungry.  Shaking his head slightly, Peter let out the deepest chuckle she had ever heard, sending an instant heat wave down to the pit of her stomach and her knees to nearly give out. Whatever this feeling was, she hated it. 

“Shouldn’t have done that, princess.” He grins, “You’ll only make it rougher for yourself.” 

“Bite me.” She barks, not daring to show weakness. Slowly letting her wrists go, Peter places his hands on her hips, tugging her closer to where she was pressed up against him. Leaning in closely, he places soft kisses on the curve of her neck, almost earning a shiver from her. Almost. 

“Oh, darling. I plan on it~” 

Not missing a beat, Peter digs his teeth into what he pegged to be a sweet spot. He was correct. The small, but audible moan slipped passed her lips before she could even stop herself. Gripping onto his broad shoulders, Y/n tilts her head to the side to give more access as he has his way with her neck. Her pride was slowly being consumed by lust every passing second; the amount of sexual frustration they’ve built over the years was finally crashing down tonight. 

Peter lowers his hands to the back of her thighs, picking her up with slight struggle, still in pain from the kick just moments ago. Holding her up against the door for leverage, Y/n doesn’t hesitate to wrap her legs around his lean waist, one hand escalating to his brown locks, tugging every time he sucked a new hickey upon her skin. Soft sighs escaped her mouth, the slight taste of pleasure forcing her hips to have a mind of their own as Y/n started grinding up into his. Letting out a quiet moan of his own caught them both off guard, him pulling away from his assault on her neck to make eye contact once again. His lips now a shade of red drew Y/n’s attention easily, her eyes softening slightly. 

“You remember James’s party, back in sophomore year?” 

The question threw him off track for a moment, judging for the fact that they are pressed up against one another, so close to doing unspeakable things to each other. Deciding to humor her, he nods. 

“Barely, what of it?” 

“When we were playing seven minutes in heaven, you and I got picked together, remember that?”

“Yeah, I remember you punching me in the mouth after I kissed you, why?” He tilts his head in confusion and also irritation. He now has a boner, and here she was talking about memories??? 

“I never told you..that you were my first kiss that day. That’s why I punched you in the mouth and stormed off. I felt like you robbed me…” 

Peter’s eyes softened, his grip on her thighs as well. “Why didn’t you say anything before we were left alone?” 

“I didn’t know you were going to kiss me!” 

“What else do you do in seven minutes in heaven?!” He lets her drop to the floor, backing up slightly in aggravation. “If it was some soc guy, you would have had no problem sucking his face off!” 

“You’re right, I wouldn’t! You want to know why?” She glares, crossing her arms over her chest, popping her hip out. Oh, boy. 

“Oh, please, princess! Enlighten me, make my bloody night!” 

“Because that soc wouldn’t have pulled my skirt down in front of the whole freshman class!” 

“You’re still bitter about that? Let the shit go, it’s in the past, take a fucking joke!” He fumes, his blood boiling. “That was nearly three years ago! And don’t act like you’re miss innocent in this whole trash fire between us!” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“The sophomore varsity football game, behind the bleachers. You kissed me, running off right after. You left me to think you finally dropped your attitude with me, only to find out the next day that it was a fucking dare!” He towers over her, making her back up against the door once again, staring up at him. “A dare, Y/n! You how low do you have to be to do that to someone’s emotions? I wouldn’t even do that, because I’m not a monster!”

“You’re being over dramatic, it was just a silly dare. What did it matter to you?” 

He groans loudly, tugging at his hair. “Are you bloody stupid? For someone with a 4.0, you really are a bloody airhead! I love you, Y/n Ln, ever since I laid my eyes on you at orientation. I just had a horrible way of showing it, and that day after finding out you played me for a fool, I swore on my life that I hated your fucking guts. That the only way me and you could ever get along was to be at each other’s throats.”

“Stop it, you’re being ridiculous. It was just a kiss-”

“Do you honestly think that your first kiss was the only one robbed? After that night behind the bleachers, I thought that you would finally give me a chance, kissing you was probably the best thing about that night…after finding out that it was just for your amusement, I felt betrayed. Everything said about you socs was clear to me. You pick on those less fortunate, to make your rich asses have a laugh. And I hated you for it.” 

It was silent for a moment after his rant, once again leaving Y/n speechless. Had she really did that to him? There was no way, greasers weren’t known for feeling ‘betrayed’. It didn’t make sense…

“Peter…I..”

“Run out of smart things to say? Well, since I have your attention, shall I go on? You realize that all this hate, anger, and bitterness is all because I was immature that day? The day the first words you spoke to me was that you hated me, I didn’t even know you knew my name! But, it broke me, so my only option was to return the words to you…for years. I’ve been lying to you and myself all this time and I’m tired of it. I want it to end. So please…” 

He pleads softly, trapping her further into the door, while placing both hands on her cheeks, holding her. She could’ve sworn she say tears resting at the brim of his eyes, just waiting to fall, but she was too focused on the sudden change in the color. Dark, ferocious…hungry. Leaning in to her ear slowly, he purrs something that definitely brought back the erotic atmosphere.

“Shut your goddamn mouth for once in your life, and let me fuck you.” 

Here comes July.

1. You can’t buy your time back so don’t waste it on something that is not important.

2. Belajarlah untuk mengucapkan selamat tinggal kepada masa lalu dan hal-hal yang tidak betul.

3. Refrain yourself from hoping too high because too many times it will hurt you & let just live with what we have.

4. Try to change to be better or else we will stuck on the past and get left far behind.

5. Stop missing & dreaming & longing to something we didn’t had.

6. Don’t expect or hope for unrealistic things like “jangan pernah berubah”. Things always change. Be prepared.

7. Heavy hearts weigh us down so let it flow.

8. God doesn’t do coincidence. Good or bad, there must be a reason. He always have plan for us.

9. Carilah kebaikan walau dalam perpisahan sebab mencari keburukan takkan mendatangkan apa-apa malah bakal merosakkan hati sendiri.

10. Nak hati baik, kena selalu mencari dan melihat kebaikan. Jadi carilah kebaikan walau apa keadaan pun, walau sedang menangis dan kecewa.

11. Cinta tak selalu tepat waktu, kerana cinta itu selalu tepat dengan takdir.

12. Life is about two things, to hold and to let go. When the time comes to hold it, hold it. When the time comes to let it go, let it go.

13. Berdamailah dengan kenangan. Jangan memaksa apa yang telah terhapus sebelum ini menjadi satu realiti.

14. To be rejected by someone doesn’t mean you should also reject yourself. Please, move on.

15. Anything that might hurt you would just make you stronger in the end. Please, move on.

16. You have your own happiness to think about. Please, move on.

17. It is true that love cannot last forever. But it is also true that heartbreak is soon forgotten. You just need to accept reality.

18. It hurts when it hurts, but the aching will pass. No pain last forever. Ia akan sembuh seiring masa seiring doa.

19. Please know who you are and be that person.

20. Please accept and love yourself.

21. Have courage to let go of the things that are not meant for us.

22. Don’t love too fast because the worst case scenario is to love someone so much only to realize, you should not have fallen in love.

23. Time can erase both joys and pains. I just hope whatever it erase, it is the best for us.

24. People always change. Knowing that mean you should keep changing too. That’s what being alive means. That you should not stay behind.

25. We are human. We screw up. We lose our way. still, we need to move forward. Force ourselves to keep learning. To keep trying. To be better.

26. Manusia akan matang seiring waktu dan perkara-perkara yang berlalu akan berganti dengan yang lebih baik, inshaAllah. Tabah dan kuatlah.

27. Time passes and feeling changes. But please, please, please, always make a du'a ; for you. For yourself. For your heart. For your life.

- sederhanaindah

p/s : i’m not writing for you to like me. I write so that you would like yourself more. Stay good, okay? You will be alright.

Disengaged

Based on a soulmate AU prompt from this post which said:

‘you think you have a sleepwalking problem but it’s really just the universe trying to bring you to your soulmate when your mind is disengaged’

SIMON

Ever since I met Agatha, I kept hoping I would wake up one day at the door to the Cloisters, unable to get past the wards even in my sleep, but it hasn’t happened. Even when we started dating in fifth year, I’d always still wake up in my own bed at the top of Mummers House. During summer breaks I used to dream about waking up to find Agatha knocking at the door of whichever home I was staying at, using the magic of soulmates to know where to find me, but she never came. I thought maybe the magic wasn’t as strong there, but that doesn’t explain why I never left my bed in my sleep the entire time I was at Watford.

So when Agatha tells me she wants to break up at the beginning of eighth year, I don’t put up much of a fight. I finally have to accept what my subconscious has been telling me all along – Agatha isn’t my soulmate.

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#15: We Drunk**

**mature


I thought maybe he should have a payback after he’s done her so well in the last imagine ;)



The car halts on the front gate of the apartment, Harry and Y/N dramatically stumbling forward from the sudden brakes, laughing later at their clumsy behavior. To say they were drunk was an understatement; they’d literally licked alcohol off their glasses, breathed in the waft till it was what they breathed out and paid a bill for a whole month grocery to the bartender.

“Ben!” Harry called out to his driver form the back seat. “Ben, I love you man. God knows what we would’ve been doing without you.”

“I would’ve been driving probably.” Y/N inputs, blinking to keep her eyes open. “I can’t trust you driving drunk, Harry.”

Harry snickers. “You’re drunk too.”

“Yeah.” Y/N nods, blinking at her boyfriend for a good moment of silence. Then, she suddenly threw her hands in the air, exclaiming,”Let’s get outta here!” She opens the door but then sits back inside again, leaning towards the driver’s seat.

“Ben, I swear when I say I love you.” She slurs. “I would’ve have kissed but you see Harry Styles here,” She points animatedly beside her.”He’ll either punch you or me. Yeah, probably me. See ya, buddy! Keep saving people.”

She stumbles out of the car, Harry joining after her a moment later, after he’s planted a wet kiss on Ben’s cheek and told him how much he loves him.

“Y/N! Wait for me!” Harry calls out to the blurring figure of Y/N ahead of him. He strides ahead, clutching her shoulders, and she helps him out, swinging her arm on his shoulder and levering his weight on her body.

“But, Y/N, do you know why’d we drink so much?” He asks, innocently, as they take slow steps to the elevator.

“Because it’s religious to do so.” Y/N presses on  the elevator button, pushing Harry against the wall, and stretching her arms.

“Really? Damn, I should do this every day.” He chuckles, the lift door opening with a ding.

We. We should do it more.” Y/N walks into the elevator first, Harry following behind after he’s clutched her behind in both of his huge hands, keeping the distance between their chest and back a minimal.

Inside the elevator, Harry’s arms wrap around her full waist from behind, rocking her back forth as they wait for the elevator to start. He rests his chin on her shoulder, snuggling his face into her neck as she leans into him more.

“I’m gonna be off to bed, Harry.”

“We’ll see.”

“Hmm.”

“Did you press the button?”

“I thought you did.”

“So…you didn’t?”

“Nope.”

Harry gives her a look. “Kay, I’ll do it.” He leans forward, pushing the button to their floor and resumes to his place behind her, clutching her waist tighter to pull her more close.

They push their way out of the elevator, Y/N having a hard time walking, considering the heavy weight of Harry being slumped on her. He then and now sets off in his own direction and Y/N has to work up to succeed in steering in the right way.

Reaching before their home’s door, Y/N bumps the shoulder Harry’s passed out on. “Harry, the house keys.”

“Whaa..?” He wakes, wiping the corner of his mouth on her shoulder and leaning past it. “What?”

“House keys, you silly cuckoo!” She whisper-yells.

“Cuckoo? Where?” Harry swings on his feet, looking around in the dark hallway.

“Harry!” She turns around, pulling him by the collar of his shirt.”House. Keys.”

“Ah.” He nods in realization. “They’re in my back pocket.” He rubs his eyes with the back of his hand, yawning slightly after leaking out the information.

Y/N boldly stretches, twisting her arm around him to reach his back pocket. She digs her fingers into one, and Harry squeals, chuckling.

“You’re tickling me!”

She winds her other arm around him, reaching for the next pocket, and Harry gladly hugs her back, pulling her face into his chest, giving her a hard time breathing. “Ha-wey.” She calls, voice muffled under his tight grip. Finally, the keys come in her hand.

She pulls away abruptly, Harry let frowning behind her. “I thought we were having a moment there.”

The doors open, Y/N walking in first. “Are you coming in or not?”

“Yeah, yeah, give me a moment.” He stumbles into the hall, mumbling on way.

Y/N locks the door away, putting the keys away on the tray placed at the table by the door. Harry has his boots kicked off, his belt now in his hand as he turns around to Y/N taking her shoes off. He slaps the leather belt against the marble floor, rattling the furniture around, and scaring the hell out of Y/N.

“Harry, wh-“

He strides quick, winding the belt around her and then him, pulling her close to his chest, and although the buckles don’t tie together as he wanted them too, he still keeps a hand holding both end of the belt together.

“Keep walking, you, keep walking.” He mutters to her, eyes eyeing her face like a savage, determined robber. “You’re in the Harry Styles’s grip now.”

Y/N smirks. “So, are we role-playing tonight, hun?”

He gives her a glare. “I didn’t ask you to speak, you little piece of-!“ He lets the rest of the words pass under his breath.

He’s walking her to the direction of the stairs, her back to them as they slowly take steps up.

“I’m tired, though.” Y/N whines, grabbing his chest muscles to grip as she ascends every stair.

“You will not say a word or there will be consequences!” He threatens her in a hoarse voice, sporting the wide eyed, deadly look.

Y/N acts all fragile. “Oh, dear! Sire, I’m still pure, too innocent for ya! Don’t think of me that way, spare this maiden tonight, please!” She looks away, shuddering intentionally like a drama queen.

“Oh, shut up!” Y/N’s back hits the door of their bedroom. “You cannot be pure! You’ve been with a man who’s nonetheless horny as fuck twenty four hours a day! How could you be innocent!”

He slams his hand against the door behind him, hoping it would open, and when it doesn’t, he has to shrug off his role playing and use the handle to push open the door. Y/N laughs at him, finding the chance and slipping out of the grip that she’s in.

“Where d’ya think you’re goi-“  As Y/N jumps on the bed and away from him, Harry runs behind, tripping his foot on the edge of the bed in an attempt to climb up. He lies in pain on the floor, and Y/N gets down to tend him.

“Harry, are y-“ She lets out a shriek when he grabs her hips and turns her over on the floor, pinning her on the carpet floor, and hovering above her.

“Gotcha!” He titters as Y/N struggles underneath him. His face ducks down on her for a kiss, but ends up hitting on her forehead, and they both cry out, laughing in the end.

“Do it again, it brings bad luck, otherwise.” Y/N urges, and they pull in for it again, Harry catching Y/N’s lips right in the moment.

“Mhm, Harry.” She groans, his lips forcefully coming down on her.

“Please, kiss me, kiss me, please.” He coos in a soft, pained voice, leaning down again for her, and she accepts it.

They kiss in a luscious, thirst-quenching manner, the noises of their clicking mouths and heavy breathing the only sound in the room. His hands trail down, holding the hem of her dress in his finger, and he pushes it up, up till it reaches her navel, and he breaks from the kiss, moving down to kiss on the exposed skin.

“Harry, no.” He doesn’t stop, groaning against her skin. “Harry, stop, no.” Y/N slips her fingers on his forehead, pushing him away from her.

“But, why?” He sounds hurt, as he sits up, keeping a close touch on her inner thigh.

Y/N tries and sits up, but Harry’s pushed her twice back and got on top, and she’s twice pushed him and sat back up.

“I have a theory about why we shouldn’t have sex when we’re both drunk?”

“Why?” he asks, frowning.

“Because, we lose our limits.” She says, proud.

“Anything else?”

“This is it.”

“It’s shit. Let’s just do-“

“No!” She whines, pushing him hard by the chest into sitting position. “You don’t understand. What if you forget to put on a condom? And even if you do, what if it’s just left behind in me like in the Love, Rosie movie and I end up having a child?!”

“I won’t really mind.” He shrugs, shy.

“But, I would. Because we’re too young, and you’ll be always off to work, and I’ll have to look after our child all by myself which would not at all be easy, understand?”

“Point.” He nods, lips pursed in a somber expression.

“So, let’s just get back to bed like we’re an old couple.” Y/N sums up, getting off the floor.

“But you just said we’re too young.” Harry points out.

“Oh, just get here in bed, you!”

“But, I’m confused.”

“Stop running your walnut sized brain, you won’t be confused.”

“Point.” Harry nods. “But, I wanna cuddle!”

He jumps off the floor, climbing on top of the bed, where Y/N’s lying already, still in the same party clothes.

“I wanna naked cuddle!” He wiggles his eye brows at her, grinning.

“No!” Y/N whines. “You’re sleeping in these same clothes, so that we’re not confused if we did have sex at night or not.”

“Ah, nice.” Harry gives a cheeky smile. Y/N turns her body to the side, Harry snuggling into her back with his arm wrapping around her hip tightly. “But, can I atleast take off my jeans, they’re too-“

“No! Sleep.” Y/N closes her eyes, unconsciously pushing her behind on his groin, making him wince behind.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Harry consoles, more to himself.

***

Harry groans, waking up, feeling a tight strain in his pants, aching till it literally had him whimpering into the pillow. He opens his eyes, shaking his head, as he looks down to himself to see Y/N behind pressed hard over his morning wood.

It already is a torture having had to struggle with these morning surprises, and now that Y/N had kept rubbing her behind to him the whole night, the erection feels much tighter, harder and achier.

Pulling his hand back to him from around her, Harry sits up, staring at the bulge resting down between his legs. The more he looks at it, the more it hurts inside.

He looks over at Y/N beside him, asleep, and slowly creeping on the edge of the bed, he sits, pop opening his jeans button, groaning and throwing his head back at the sudden rush of air inside the space. He anchors his body with one arm behind, palm flat on the mattress, while his other hand works to undo his jeans and then, slide down his boxer briefs.

His member springs out, hard and erect, swollen at the tip, red and throbbing before his eyes. He runs his fingers over him, erupting shaky breaths from his mouth as sheen of sweat collects around his temple. His fingers wrap around him, moaning, then shushing himself with a lip bite, as he begins to pump up and down, running from the base to the tip. His breathing falters, his mind automatically shifts to thoughts of his girl, sweet and innocent, only his.

His cussing begins, he pumps faster, trying to ease off the tension quicker and free himself of the ache. His chest rises and falls unevenly, and suddenly, he feels a touch on his shoulder. He looks over, Y/N peeping at him pleasuring himself, and see meets his eyes, biting her lip.

“Need some help there, baby?” She rasps, sliding her hand down his shoulder to his wrist. Harry nods, freeing himself from his hold, and leans back, both hands resting back flat against the mattress.

Y/N gets off the bed, sitting on the floor, between his legs, and stares at his throbbing muscle, tensed and swollen in front of her. She gives him a look from underneath her eye lashes; Harry’s gut doing twists staring, down at her.

She takes him in her hands, wrapping her four fingers around, flicking her thumb on the tip of him. Harry throws his head back, spilling her name, as she brings her lips down on the tip, sucking at the pre-cum accumulated. Her hand begins to pump, up and down, up and down, as her lips then and there keep leaving tender pecks on his tip.

She leans her face closer to him, looking up through her eyelashes at him and crooking an eyebrow, sultrily

“Oh, god. Yes, yes, do it, pet.” Harry urges, breath shaky.

She brings the tip close to her mouth, slowing opening her lips to take him in. Her head goes low on him, till he’s filled her to the throat, and she grabs the rest of him in her hand, pausing to taste him around her mouth.

Her hair falls around her face, disrupting the very view from Harry, and he leans forward, clutching her hair in his both hands, bringing it up in a ponytail above her head. She starts moving, thrusting him in her mouth, while her hands pump the rest of him, going down to touch his balls, tickling her fingers underneath them.

Harry tugs at her hair, falling into a relentless saga of moans and curses, throwing his head back when she hollows her cheeks around him, giving that sudden tug at his base. He pants, his chest falling down, and then rising upbeat, Y/N’s pumping turning faster, as she bobs her head against him at a faster rate.

He twitches into her mouth, she feels a back thrust; his hands tug on her roots tighter, and he’s coming undone into her mouth. She swallows his juices, pulling out his cock from her mouth. Kissing slowly from the tip to the base, then up to his stomach and up over his chest, she comes in face to face with him. He leans in for a kiss, but she leans back.

“Morning breath.” She teases, biting her lip.

Harry pulls her to from the back of her head, attaching lips with her in a slow, fulfilling kiss. He sucks on the corner of her mouth, tasting his tanginess on her, before he pulls away, falling back on the bed with a content sigh.

Y/N lies down beside him, and he’s quick to pull her to his chest.

“My headache’s feeling worse now.” She groans against his chest.

“ Need my medicine, d’ya?” Harry smirks, pulling her by the chin to look up at him.

She smirks. “Would you give it to me?”

Harry slides down, leaning in between her legs already, as he slides her panties down her legs.

“But, Harry, tell me this: are you really twenty four hours horny?” She asks, eye fluttering from his kisses on her inner thigh.

He looks up from her legs, grinning. “Only for ya, pet, only for ya.”


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He Was Found

YOURS: AN ETHAN DOLAN ONE SHOT SERIES

I recommend reading He Was Lost before reading this.


Ethan Dolan forgot what it’s like to be annoyed at his brother. Not ‘dammit Grayson, why’d you have to go and drink all the milk’ kind of annoyed, but more like ‘dammit Grayson, why’d you have to bring up the love of my life who I stupidly let go of and miss more than anything’ type of annoyed. He is peeling oranges near the counter and Grayson’s mixing some pancake batter, tossing in handfuls of chocolate chips.

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In reading, friendship is restored immediately to its original purity. With books there is no forced sociability. If we pass the evening with those friends—books—it’s because we really want to. When we leave them, we do so with regret and, when we have left them, there are none of those thoughts that spoil friendship: “What did they think of us?”—“Did we make a mistake and say something tactless?”—“Did they like us?”—nor is there the anxiety of being forgotten because of displacement by someone else. All such agitating thoughts expire as we enter the pure and calm friendship of reading.
—  Marcel Proust

Sofia, Miniature Schnauzer (3 y/o), Urban Resource Institute (URI), NYC • URI People and Animals Living Safely (URIPALS) is NYC’s only program that allows domestic violence victims to live in a shelter apartment with their pets • “I had been abused for 18 years, and it was time to finally stop the abuse. I didn’t want my children to see it anymore. He loved the dog, but he treated us differently. When we left, we left the dog with him because we didn’t know what else to do. Eventually my brother was able to rescue her and bring her to a safe place. Since she’s been here with us we’ve been so happy with her. She was missing us and we were missing her. Emotionally it’s been so nice to have her. She makes our lives happy.”