but I wish I could see him alive at an award show

Masterlist (Vol. 2)

Finally here is volume 2 of my mobile master list! I just wanted to thank you guys so much for everything, every single note, reblog and follow means the absolute world to me! Anyway enjoy and remember your feedback on any of my fics is always appreciated!



High School AU
Part 1 (Sweet Memories)

Steve Rogers (Captain America)- Total: 17
Over A Coffee Cup- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Amazed By You
Shock Confession- Part 1, Part 2
Similar Smiles- Part 1, Part 2
Who Told You?- Part 1, Part 2
Beautiful Soul
A Shy Situation
Nothing Like Her
Forever And Always
Senior Discount
Possibility- Part 1, Part 2
Somewhere Only We Know- Part 1, Part 2
In Love- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
We Start Over- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11
In The Rain (Wanda Maximoff Award)
Best Mother Ever (Sam Wilson Award)

Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier)- Total: 23
The Winter Guardian (Teaser)
We Must Be Killers
Who Do You Think You Are- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Definitely A Stark
Well This Is Awkward- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Dance With Me
Too Cute- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Keep Your Eyes On Me
Half Alive- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
American Beauty/American Psycho- Part 1, Part 2
Taken From You
Brotherly Love
Can’t Believe
Good For Me (Bucky Barnes Award)
A Little Bit Of Culture (Steve Rogers Award)
Stranded (Natasha Romanoff Award)
Saving You (T’Challa Award)
Don’t Touch Her (Wade Wilson Award)

Pietro Maximoff (Quicksilver)- Total: 6
You Little Tease
‘People of the Week’ Winner Request 1

Sam Wilson (Falcon)- Total: 1
Cut It Out

Clint Barton (Hawkeye)- Total: 3
Little Details

Tony Stark (Iron Man)- Total: 2
You’ve Got To Be Kidding Me
I Think I Love You (By Katie James)

Thor Odinson- Total: 3
Thunder Buddies
‘People of the Week’ Winner Request 1
Rainy Day (Peter Parker Award)

Loki Laufeyson- Total: 2
‘People of the Week’ Winner Request 3

Vision- Total: 2
‘People of the Week’ Winner Request 4
Understanding Love (Clint Barton Award)

Peter Parker (Spider-Man)- Total: 2
Make Me
The Biggest Fanboy (Pietro Maximoff Award)

Howard Stark- Total: 1
Lost In War

Matt Murdock (Daredevil)- Total: 1
The Name’s Matt (By Katie James)

Johnny Storm (Human Torch)- Total: 1
Crash Landing- Part 1, Part 2

Dave Lizewski (Kick Ass)- Total: 1
You Had Me At Hello- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Phan (Dan x Phil)- Total: 1
New Year, New Chapter (By Katie James)

Severus Snape (Harry Potter- Total: 1
Always (By Katie James)

Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead)- Total: 1
Scars (By Katie James)



Steve Rogers (Captain America)- Total: 33
She did the unthinkable and escaped.
He was seduced by the possibilities.
“Are you hitting on her for me?”
“The way you flirt is shameful.”
“Oh my god! You’re in love with him!”
“I’m flirting with you.”
“Well… don’t keep me waiting.”
“I can’t explain right now, but I really need you to trust me.”
“I may despise you with the burning hot intensity of the sun, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”
“If you die, I’m going to kill you!”
“Have you lost your damn mind!?”
“Oh you beautiful weirdo!”
“I’m missing something here, aren’t I?”
“How can you be so resentful?”
“Please just back the fuck off!”
“Aren’t you a bit… not… qualified?”
“You’re so small!”
“It killed me to see you with him.”
“You’re not getting rid of me that easy.”
“Your eyes are like stars.”
“We’re not buying a dog.”
“It never gets easier.”
“Yell, scream, say something!”
“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it!”
“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
“I wish I could hate you.”
“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
“I love you, you asshole!”
“Come home with me.”
“I know this song.”

Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier)- Total: 30
Mega Prompt Challenge
Stood up to them, regretted it.
“Oh you beautiful weirdo!”
“I think we should have another.”
“Do you think it’s possible that I…might be…pregnant?”
“Please, don’t turn him away again!”
“Please just back the fuck off!”
“If you’d ever show up, yes.”
“Your eyes are like the stars/”
“It killed me to see you with him.”
“Hello gorgeous, do I know you?”
“Don’t try, I’m not worth it.”
“You taste like heaven.”
“When’s the last time I said I love you?”
“I thought I could manage. I can’t. Not without you. Not ever, like that.”
“Suck my nonexistent dick!”
“I am in deeeeep shit!”
“Come home with me.”
“I can explain this.”
“I’d rather caress my asshole with a chainsaw.”
“Come home with me.”
“Don’t you ever do that again!”
“SO… you think I’m hot?”
“Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.”

Pietro Maximoff (Quicksilver)- Total: 17
Stood up to them, regretted it.
She did the unthinkable, and escaped.
“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
“A boy needs his father.”
“We accidentally got married in Vegas oops.”
“I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks!”
“Do you think it’s possible that I… might be pregnant?”
“If you die, I’m gonna kill you!”
“Please just back the fuck off!”
“He’s not agitated, he’s a jerk!”
“I can’t breathe.”
“Don’t touch me!”
“Hey. I’m with you, okay? Always.”
“Oh my god! You’re in love with him/her!”
“Suck my nonexistent dick!”
“I don’t know where she gets it from.”
“SO… you think I’m hot?”

Sam Wilson (Falcon)- Total: 2
“I’m missing something here, aren’t I?”
“You’re so cute!!!”

Clint Barton (Hawkeye)- Total: 5
“Your eyes are like stars.”
“Hello gorgeous, do I know you?”
“I am in deeeeep shit!”
“Suck my nonexistent dick!”
“I can explain this.”

Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow)- Total: 6
“Are you hitting on her for me?”
“Will you please just give me a hand?”
“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”
“Take my hand.”
“Where were you?”

Tony Stark (Iron Man)- Total: 4
“Have you lost your damn mind?”
“You’re so small!”
“I’m in this for life.”

Bruce Banner (Hulk)- Total: 1
“I miss you.”

Thor Odinson- Total: 4
“Your eyes are like stars.”
“We’re not buying a dog.”
“You’re so small!”

Loki Laufeyson- Total: 5
“You’re not getting rid of me that easy.”
“Use your words.”
“Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.”

Peter Parker- Total: 3
“I can arrange that.”
“How about if we-” “NO!”
“I broke your nose, and I’m sorry for that. But what you were doing wasn’t fair.” 

03. Baby Talk

Harry wants to have a baby. 

Warnings: Fluff, smut

When you arrived home after a long day of work and smelled the roast, you knew Harry was up to something.

 Either he wanted to talk over a very important decision with you, or the tabloids were about to—if they hadn’t already—print a false or prying story about you and he wanted to take your mind off it. However, you still smiled as you slipped off your shoes and jacket.

It was the little things. That’s what no one told you about marriage. Marriage wasn’t all about the Instagram posts praising each other, or the mind-blowing sex, or the grand statements of affection. It was the foot rubs after a long day, a roast in the oven as soon as you came home from work, and the quick forehead kiss in the early morning when he woke before you. Those little things kept the love alive.

 And oh, how you loved them.

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Arrow didn't deserve Laurel

Whether you loved her character off the bat, or took a few seasons to get to know her, you can’t deny that Dinah Laurel Lance drove the story of Arrow in a way no other character, including Oliver, could.

In S1E1, we see the first person he wants to see, the first thing he wants to do when given the choice to do whatever, is to go to Laurel and beg for her forgiveness. He isn’t even ready to talk about the traumatizing experiences,all he wants to do is apologize to the person who he stole everything from. Her love, her sister, and with it 5 years, as we later discover that Laurel spent a ridiculous amount of time either studying or pulling her father out of a bar.

”For all we know, Oliver could be dead and Sara certainly is, but there are people that are still alive. People who need us.” - Dinah Laurel Lance

A major plot point in S1 revolved around one question. “What happened to you on that island”. He wasn’t comfortable talking about it with diggle, his new partner. Not with his best friend, nor his sister, or with his mother. There have only been a few times where he spoke about it willingly. One being under oath at the courtroom, one while under a polygraph while under arrest, and the final time, being completely of his own free will, when he showed up on Laurel’s door, saying “I need to talk about what happened, can it be you?”

Laurel was literally what drove him on the island. Let’s not forget how both Yao Fei and Slade told him he stares at the picture too much, and if he continues he will die.

“I know that it probably sounds insane. It probably is, but Sara, she gave me this and when I wear it, it makes me want to help people like she did. Like she’s alive again.” - Dinah Laurel Lance

In S2 she had a tragic storyline. First she had to prosecute Oliver’s mom, then had to deal with severe depression and substance abuse. I don’t even think I need to remind people that she got an award for her performance at this part. Her struggles is what allowed them to bring Sara in as The Canary, and begin to introduce the tragedy that was shado’s death on the island and how traumatic it was for Oliver.All of this built up Slade Wilson, who may very well be the best villain arrow has ever had.

S3 wasn’t her best season, and that’s purely the writer’s fault. They didn’t transition her into the Black Canary well enough, and then gave her a terrible arc where for about 9 episodes she lied to her father about the fact that her sister was dead, and even disguised her voice to talk to their father as if she was Sara. Katie is an amazing actress, but this version of her was unlikable even considering how well she plays the character.

Regardless, she was suffering with her own trauma but still acted as the glue and the moral compass for everyone else. She befriended Nyssa Al-Ghul when she was practically treated as going rogue from the league, took in Thea when she discovered that Thea couldn’t handle living alone (whereas her brother just left to go play house with Felicity.) She and Roy formed an amazing duo while Oliver was presumed dead, and she took up the voice of reason for the team during the time as well, regardless of how she was suffering.

Originally posted by turtlejustice

“I’m sorry about what happened to Thea. I really am. I love your family, I always have. I just wish that sometimes you would give a damn about mine.” - Dinah Laurel Lance

Season 4 Laurel, or at least right before she died might have been the best version of her. After the arc with Constantine and Sara was resolved, she became the only one on the team who mattered to the viewer, and perhaps, the reason the show didn’t go under.

Roy was gone, Diggle was dealing with his rage and letting it out on his brother like a punching bag, Felicity was crying about something and blaming Oliver, and Oliver turned into a bitch who couldn’t do anything unless queen fefe approved. Laurel may have gone through the most traumatic experience of this time, having to go to her sister’s funeral twice only to see her resurrected twice, not to mention staying sober, yet she was the only level headed, calm and rational decision maker at this time.

Originally posted by sansa-starkz

“I know that the world isn’t fair. I know it’s a terrible place where people deserve to get punished and they don’t. I just, for just one night, I needed the world to be different.” - Dinah Laurel Lance

That is, up until Guggenheim decided to kill her off and have her last words be about queen fefe.

Arrow didn’t treat her as a character right, and didn’t show Katie Cassidy, an exceptional actress who was said to be constantly training for her role as the Black Canary, any respect because of it.

Guggenheim failed this series, and they’ve failed her legacy.

Originally posted by thepondscanary

1st Win | Hoseok | (M)

word count: 3.7k

genre: smut + fluff; idol-verse + established relationship

pairing: reader/hoseok

summary: monsta x has just had their first ever win on a music show, and you’re too happy to celebrate that achievement with your boyfriend, who’s a part of said group.


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For Your Consideration:

Riding Harry’s thigh.

You’re at Harry’s place getting ready for some award show.  And you’re finally happy with the way you look except DAMN you wish you had more time because for whatever reason, you are so incredibly horny today.  So you get the idea to not wear panties, just to tease Harry a bit.

So you finally come down the stairs to find him in the living room, scrolling through his phone.  And he looks absolutely incredible in his suit with his hair all gelled up.  And when he looks up at you from under his lashes, you can feel your breath hitch in your throat.

A smile spreads across his face as you walk to stand in front of him.  He sets his phone down on the couch and motions for you to come closer.  He spreads his legs a little and you stand between them, grinning down at him while he stares in awe back up at you.  He holds your hands in his own and brings one to his lips to press a soft kiss to the back of it.  “So beautiful, angel,” he murmurs.  “So beautiful.  My girl.  My princess.”  

Harry eyes you like you’re the most delicate, fragile thing in the world.  Like one touch could make you disappear.  Could break you.  You smile down at him as he leans forward to press a kiss to your hip through your dress.  “You look amazing too, Mr. Styles,” you say, a hint of seduction dripping off your voice.

He kisses your hip once again and plays with your fingers.  “This dress is incredible, my sweet girl.”  He nuzzles his face into your stomach a bit, just above your core.  “You look like an angel.”  He kisses the spot below your bellybutton and goosebumps rise on your arm. “But you’ve no idea the dirty things I want to do to you, baby. If we had more time.”

You take his hand and wordlessly lower it to the space where the hem of your dress meets your thigh, allowing him to slip his fingers inside and trail them upwards.  When his long fingers reach the place thats been aching for him all day, a sloppy little grin tugs at his cheeks.  “Well well well,” he says.  “You’re a dirty little thing, aren’t you?  Look at you, in that dress.  No panties. Dripping for me.”  He snakes his fingers out from under your dress and brings them to his lips.  “Just begging to be fucked.”

You smirk down at him.  “Please, Harry,” you say quietly. “I need to cum right now” 

He grants your wish rather eagerly, taking your hips in his hands and pulling you down to straddle his thighs while he kisses you.  You begin rolling your hips against his pants and the fabric against you feels mind-blowing.  He pulls his lips away from yours so that he can watch your face while you do this, and GOD Harry could literally get off on watching you.  And on the idea of you using his body to get your own self off. 

His hands trace lightly up and down your sides and he groans.  “That’s it baby.”

You stop suddenly, realizing something.  “Harry,” you say, slightly out of breath. “I don’t want to cum all over your suit.”

You can see the flash of a million different thoughts run through his mind, and you can tell he wants to just say “FUCK THE SUIT” but you both know he can’t do that.  Showing up to an award show with a big wet patch on his suit would probably not be the best thing for his career.  So he mutters a “christ” and you scramble off of him to watch him undo the belt of his pants.  He shimmies out of his pants into only his boxers, and if you weren’t so damn turned on you would giggle at the sight of him; so silly with this fancy shirt and only his boxers. 

He blinks up at you, a fire in his eyes, and motions back to his thigh.  “Come here, princess,” he says in an almost teasing tone.  As if to say, you’ve no idea what you’ve got coming to you.

So you get back on his thigh and the skin on skin contact feels EVEN BETTER than the fabric did.  You’re riding right where his tiger tattoo is, and he’s moaning and groaning right along with you.  Because he can feel how wet you are against him, and the thought drives him crazy.  He lets his head fall back against  the couch and he’s panting, loving just watching while you ride his thigh.  You drape your arms around his neck and tug a bit at his curls. If you take your bottom lip between your teeth due to over-pleasure one more time, he swears he’s going to cum untouched right then and there.

He grunts out a “Thats it baby girl, you gonna cum for me? Mm? Gonna cum all over me, are you?” He keeps trying to press sloppy, wet kisses to your open mouth, but neither of you are focussed enough to really kiss.

And finally, finally, finally, you feel yourself getting close to the finale.  You begin rolling your hips much faster than before, and Harry brings his fingers down to rub circles on your clit to help speed up the process.  Award show be damned. You two could show up late and everyone would just have to deal with it.

And then it happens.  You basically collapse on top of him while burying your face into his neck, and he doesn’t move his fingers even a little bit. He wants to make sure you’re riding his thigh and his fingers through this, and that you’re feeling every last ounce of the earth shattering orgasm you’re experiencing, all while you moan “oh god Harry… oh FUCK… yes… yes Harry” into his ear.  And he sighs and murmurs “That’s it.  Good girl.”

After you’re finally completely spent and out of breath, it takes a few minutes before you find the strength to lift your head again.  During which you press salty little kisses into his sweaty neck, and he rubs circles on your back and occasionally moves down just to touch your oversensitive clit, resulting in a jolt from you. 

Finally, when you do pick up your head, you find him grinning at you with his fingers in his mouth.  He eases you off of his lap and your eyes simultaneously travel to the same place: his tiger tattoo, which is now completely soaked and covered in your wetness.  Your cheeks instantly turn red but Harry only grins more, muttering, “Wow, would you look at that.”  He reaches down to rub his finger in it and then brings it up to his lips.  His eyes flutter closed as his cheeks hollow around his finger, enjoying every bit of this.  And then he grins at you, pulls his finger out of his mouth with a popping noise and says,  “Delicious, baby.”

Arranged Love Pt.11 | Jungkook

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 14.5 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Epilogue

Summary: Whatever happened to true love? To fairytale romance? Where was that magical spark, those lingering kisses, the butterflies in your stomach, the fireworks in your heart? Where was the romance and the honesty in a forced love? And, above all else, how did you and Jungkook even find yourself being forced into an arranged marriage simply for publicity?

Word Count: 3,329

Genre: Fluff/angst

A/N: I feel like this chapter wasn’t as good but I wanted to get it out!! Please be prepared for part 12 tho mwahahah ;) some of you might finally get your wish fulfilled 

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Picture This

Anonymous Requested: After getting a phone call to bring Remus’ forgotten camera to the photography studio, James meets model Lily and the pair hit it off. READ ON FF

“You owe me.”

James Potter placed a hot mug of coffee and a DSLR on the messy table in front of Remus Lupin. Remus looked at the camera piece like it was made of gold and immediately took a swing of the coffee James had brought as spare. James looked around at his surroundings while Remus literally moaned into the cup of coffee. It was seven in the morning and Remus was already stressing, James could tell.

They were inside of a magazine studio office in London. Remus had his first major shoot of his life and was only slightly panicking—slightly being that he elft the hours two ours early and yet still forget his camera. There were a bunch of make up artists running around shouting for primer and dresses fashioned on hooks were passing quickly before James’ eyes. James was overwhelmed by the rushing and bustling of the photo studio and couldn’t blame Remus for looking so uncomfortable. Remus definitely preferred realistic photography and not corporate trash. Too bad for Remus, the corporate trash paid well.

A few models walked past, all their eyes trained to look James up and down like wolves, ready to devour him. James pushed his glasses up his nose as a blonde winked confidently at him. Remus didn’t notice the girls passing and instead, was practically hugging the camera parts James had brought him.

“Thank you,” Remus attached the pieces James didn’t understand to his fancy camera, “I couldn’t believe I forgot these this morning.”

“You were a little stressed last night getting ready.” James reasoned, not looking away from a sofa on the other end of the studio filled with girls in underwear, “What is this shoot for anyways?”

“Some famous underwear seller in America.” Remus wiped the lens to his camera before practicing a shot steadied in James’ direction, “They call their models, Angels.”

James knew exactly what company Remus was talking about. These girls were regular celebrities. He couldn’t believe that they were all crowded in one building for a photo shoot in their underwear. James’ dream come true, really. 

“Are you shooting them?”

“I’m shooting only one of their new Angels for a cover lineup.” Remus was short and James sensed the panic in his voice.

“You’ll be fine Remus.” James assured his mate.

“This is my first big gig.” Remus said anxiously, “What if I fuck it up?”

James slung an arm around Remus, “You’ve got this mate.” He said encouragingly, “You’ve always been exceptional at having an eye for this sort of thing.”

“Yeah,” Remus snorted, “When my models were you and Sirius—not professional models trained since they were five.”

“I was six actually.” A playful voice interrupted behind them.

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2x20 Beside Still Water

Warning: This review contains spoilers


Moly motherfucking God! Boy! Damnit! Note to self - don’t piss off jace Herondale! Or don’t threathen Clary’s life! OMGOMGOMOMG, how I liked him in this episode! Now he was more heroic and less pain in the ass yesssss. Too bad he choose to lie to Alec… And the hell is happening with him? Like… Really… And I must admit I cried when he died… It may be beceuase of Dom’s and Kat’s acting but also beceause of the music… Damn…

Originally posted by shadowhuntersseries


I’m both happy and mad. Happy because I’m really proud of her how she handled almost the whole sitiation. Like literally when she was about get to be killed she simply laid her haid on that tree… She was in fear but also she looked like… Okay with this. And woah girl, your fighting skills upgraded! nice! And she killed Valentine! yaay! But… FOR TO LOVE OF GOD REALLY?! I HATE the trope with that one wish. She could have pleaded Raziel for anything. I know, she loves Jace. But… She could wish for Jace being alive and something else too in one wish. She’s smart she could have sneek two wishes in one!

But okay… i understand that book readers would eat the writers alive if that wouldn’t happen in the show so I’ll give it a pass… 

Originally posted by takemetohometoday

3. Clace

Nice. Sweet. A bit selfish but okay. I’ll give it a pass. It wasn’t forced at least. You could have seen that they truley do care for each other and that was sweet. I approve this ship :P

Originally posted by shadowhuntersseries

4. Valentine

Hail and farewell, motherfucker. May the Edom demons make you suffer for all of this. Dad of the year I swear to God. I mean… What to say after killing your daughter’s bf? ‘ugh, I’m sorry,lol… wanna kill all the downwolders?”… I mean?? WTF?? But well he’s dead everyone’s happy yay. Valentine WILL NOT be missed. Alan will…

Originally posted by shadowhuntersseries

5. Luke

yesss. My dad is happy! And carefree! Fina… OLLIE GTFO! It’s so refreshing to see Luke like this. First being extremly worried about Maia, beating Meliorn to get to her, speking up to the Seelie Queen… And then they are awardong him with being all happy and tipsy celebreating! Omg yes please, Luke deserves happiness! And well if Jace doesn’t wanna hug him I will! With a pleasure!

Originally posted by harry-daddario

6. Simon

Okay. But. What have you promised to the Queen? Boy, you KNOW that you CAN’t trust her! So why would you do that?! But… Putting that aside… I loved ho he was worried about Maia too. Like literally he would have done everyhing to get her out of this place… And he probabbly done this… God, I’m scared about him… And I’m super happy that he and Clary are both in peace now ^^

Originally posted by twyllodrus


Girl was so good today! 1st Malec shipper I swear to God! She knew EXACTLY what she was doing. Award for best sister goes to her definitley! And best freind! I mean her talk with Clary at the end was so, so sweet <3I love when they show Izzy like that ^^

Originally posted by jemmasizzy


I am reapting myself. I’m doing this in EVERY review and I have no idea if i ever stop doing this. he. Is. An. AMAZING. Leader. And the Head of the Institue. He was VERY fast in his actions. And I really appreciate that he didn’t want to drag Magnus into this, even when it was for personal reasons. But ahhh he showed how of a warrior he is! Book Alec who? Never heard of him. Especially that he HAS felt Jace’s death and felt it rather painful… Btw… There’s no better feeling than walk into your parabati, who you supposed was dead, kissing his gf…

P.s. Alec don’t kid yourself you’ve never been able to think staright… :P

Originally posted by cassiopeiajuliablack


Gotta love this Prince of Hell, At first I was slightly annoyed by how he had acted torwards Luke and Simon, but I understand. He got betrayld TWICE in a very short peroid of time. It’s understandable. And then… Holy f… Man he is SO powerful! I’m really happy that they’ve started to show that! And that quote “I’m a High Warlock of Brooklyn” is iconic alongside “Duh…” XD And i love how caring he is. OMG. That strong contarst between Alec’s words (Magnus is not intrested in helping Shadowhunters) and Magnus’ words and actions during the whole episode… *.* (Also, Magnus… i would KILL for this jacket!)

Originally posted by lynne-monstr


OMG!!! I KNEEEW IT!!!!!! I knew that they will reunite! And be protectibe over each other even if they mad at each other! I mean look at Alec’s face when he saw magnus falling! Omg he looked so worried! So did Magnus when Alec was in pain! And how Alec reacted when they saw that Valentine summoned Raziel! And that talk outide and in Hunter’s Moon. Alec is SO in love with Magnus and vice versa. They DO love each other so y’all haters who bittched on Malec for 2 weeks can kindly shut up! <3 “I can’t live without you” *.* And Magnus being speachless… That’s love. That’s a real relationship: they have arguments but they still deeply care for each other and love each other so much that they will find their way back together *.* 9Besides this scene were so aestheticly pleasing omg)

Originally posted by alecslittlesnores


Your Highness kill yourself, how dare you. How dare you do all of this things! Omg. I’m so, so mad. What did Valentine promised you/ What have you made to Simon? Damnit. I hate her more and more. I want her to die, honestly… but on the other gand I know that I’m gonna struggle with her and her games for a loooong peroid of time… (Maia is me on this gif…)

Originally posted by shadowhuntersseries

12. Maia/Saia

Kind of sad that this time I don’t really have much to tell about her… I enyoed having her on the screen. I love how she had none of Queens bullshit. And I agree with Jace, she and Simon look So cute together. He really cares about her *.* And she looked STUNNING.

Originally posted by shadowhuntersseries

11. Sebastian

I knew that he wasn’t deeeeaaad!! it would be too easy!! But… Omg… how in the freaking hell he opened the pit? Like… literally… HOOOOW… But well…. he is… um.. “safe” in… Edom? And now we know that at least his mother cares about him…

Originally posted by shadowhuntersseries

12. Ollie

Girl… Why… Would you… Destroy.. Luke’s… Happiness? You could easly wait a few days! But nooo you came to hunter’s Moon and demands answeres… And like… Why… Please don’t piss me off… I swaer, she’s gonna die like soon… Or she’ll get turned into something…

Originally posted by shadowhuntersseries

13. Meliorn

I trusted you… But well… on the other hand… i could expect that… Like… I know how annoying he has been in the books… In the show I like him more… Ugh…. Why would you do that…

14. Malachi

Traitor. I’m glad you had die. Like seriously I was rolling my eyes during his passionate speech about how Valntine is right… I’m glad he died…

Originally posted by shadowhuntersseries

15. Raziel/Lilith (?)

I really enyoed both of their apperances. Raziel’s voice was amazing. And I’m really glad we haven’t seen his face. It felt… Right. But one thing… I understand that he just calmly watched how father and daughter were fighting to their death? I’m… Okay…

Originally posted by shadowhuntersseries

And for Lilith… Yay Caring mother. Bravo Sebastian, someone trurley loves you! And I can’t WAIT to see more of her! I mean we saw only a bits, but I’m SUPER exited for her!!

Originally posted by nephilimdaily


Woah that was a REALLY good season’s finale. I know that I’m gonna cry when I re-watch this ep with my friend on Agust 21st. Kat’s the winner of the best acting performance in this episode, really. So let’s sum our cliffhangers.

1. What’s going on with Jace

2. What Simon has promised to the Queen

3. Ollie cofronting Luke

4. Sebastian’s case

A lot to be expected in s3. And I simply can’t wait for it. The waiting is gonna be hell though… Especially adding school… Bet well. For an episode I would give this 5/6. But as a finale I’m gonna give it 6/6. I’m really glad to say that this show begins to spread it’s wings! Catch you guys later! Sonia’s out! ( And yes I love how retro I look on this gif XD)

anonymous asked:

for what parining are you writing? also for prompts: character 1 (c1) and c2 live in a world where soulmates exist. can be any of the soulmate promt au's that are on tumblr (seriously theres like hundreds). here's the only catch: c1 is famous and c2 doesn't want to be, so protect c2, they both hide their soulmate-ness

The Spotlight Isn’t worth Anything Without You

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Dan is a famous deaf actor who happens to run into Phil, who is blind, by accident and it doesn’t take long for them to figure out they’re soulmates. But when the spotlight becomes too much and their lives are endangered, Dan tries to figure out how to fix everything, but can he?

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Things I love about Luhan
  • His smile
  • His laugh
  • His face when he laughs
  • Every facial expression he makes ever
    • pouting, joking, small smiles, big smiles, scared, amused, appreciative, shocked, sleepy, serious, stoic, peaceful, and some more interesting faces that don’t even have names
  • The way he nods dutifully when listening to someone else speak (anyone really - someone older, younger, a friend, a stranger)
  • The deer motifs
  • How he’ll stand up for himself or others
  • His generosity (donations at charity nights)
  • The way he’ll often bow a full 90 degrees out of respect for everyone (when accepting awards, when greeting fans, meeting elders or other esteemed celebrities)
  • His respect for everyone
  • How honest he is (about his feelings, where he wants to improve, how he’s improved already, he said he would announce when he gets a gf and he did)
  • His loyalty (in 2012 he said his best trait is being loyal to friends - he always posts on weibo to support the activities of people he’s worked with or is working with, he still follows each EXO member on Instagram, he is still friendly with Yixing and Tao)
  • His modesty
    • Everyone that has worked with his has said that he is very modest 
    • Matt Damon even commented that Luhan received so many gifts while filming but one would never be able to guess Luhan is such a huge star based on personality because of his modesty
    • He shows support to other celebrities
    • He acknowledges where he wants to improve
    • He doesn’t brag about his accomplishments
    • Sometimes it gets to the point where we wish he could care more of himself - when filming he may feel ill but not express it in fear of disrupting anything and sometimes he’s a little too hard on himself
  • His TALENT (he can sing, dance, act, play soccer, play an array of other sports, solve a rubik’s cube in under a minute, is excellent at math/science, is fluent in Mandarin and Korean and has great English pronunciation, and he plays the piano)
  • He has such an upbeat personality that you can’t help but want to be around. He’s a bit childish but in the fun sort of way and always smiling, smiling, smiling
  • He’s a ball of life and vitality and positivity
  • His determination (to get into an entertainment company and achieve one of his dreams, to become a better actor or singer, to work on where he lacks - said that in the past he was horribly stubborn and had anger problems, also said he is seeing a therapist to get over his fear of heights and planes so he can travel more)
  • The way it’s hard to get him to stop laughing once he starts (especially when he was standing next to Yixing in their EXO days)
  • The way he cares for others and for Lufans (preventing scalpers from making Lufans pay a ton of money just to see his concert, wearing the clothes he gets as gifts)
  • His bright and youthful eyes
  • His long lashes
  • The mole/freckle on top of his eyebrow (on our left, his right)
  • The scar on his lip
  • His strong hands
  • His muscular legs
  • His Beijing accent
  • His calm voice
  • His vibrato when singing
  • His passion when singing
  • His passion when he talks about soccer
  • The way he announced his girlfriend
  • How he will make friends with everyone and anyone as long as they are kind
  • How witty his humor is (Him: *yawns* “I’m not tired my brain just needs oxygen”)
  • How playful and youthful he is - still playing games, doing Running Man, liking anime
  • How he just seems very… I don’t really know how to say it. Himself? He hasn’t lost himself in the industry yet and I doubt he ever will. He just seems like another human being on this earth that’s trying to find their way through life (a job that makes them happy, a partner to love and hold, friends that make them smile, something positive to give to the world, people to help make smile). 
    • He’s amazing in so, so many regards that he is such a huge inspiration to many people across the world and I just find it comforting that someone who seems to real, who doesn’t put up an entire masquerade to satisfy an audience, is making such a big difference

 I love him - mistakes and all. And maybe the little mistakes he makes are my favorite part about him. He’s definitely human, definitely alive, and I find that incredibly inspiring and refreshing.

If there are more things you love about him, please feel free to reblog and add!! This is a positive post so please keep negative comments off of here!!

anonymous asked:

You've made your disdain for onions abundantly clear, but what are your thoughts on celery?

Funny you should ask! I was just thinking about this. In the days before the dawn of humankind, the vice admiral of the Great Light looked out upon the Earth and smiled. So pleased was he by the creation of the Great Light that he sent out an invitation to all the vegetation on the Earth to a great feast he was to hold in his castle. He spent the next two weeks preparing, and on the day of the feast, all the vegetation showed up: cucumbers, plums, mint leaf, artichokes—all of them. There was a jovial air in the castle, and everyone enjoyed themselves talking, laughing, dancing, and feasting on the original food of the Earth (kestwa, malador, sweet disti, laffa, etc.). As they finished eating, the vice admiral raised his hands for silence. “My friends!” he said. “We have such a perfect existence, that I have decided to bestow upon you a great gift!” A murmur arose.”Today I give you the gift of flavor!” The murmur grew to a general roar of confusion, as no one knew what this meant. “This is a new concept, I know, but I will show you what I mean. Let us start with my good friend Pineapple!” And so the mighty pineapple stood and strode proudly up to the vice admiral. The vice admiral looked at him and said, “My dear Pineapple! Thank you for being you. I now give you…flavor!” There was a frisson as a smell and sensation rushed through the air: the original sensation of the flavor of pineapple. The attendants were overcome, and instantly started leaping from their chairs, unable to contain themselves and excited to claim their own flavor. The vice admiral laughed and raised his hands again, “One at a time, one at a time! I promise I will get to each and every one of you!”

And good as his word, so he did! He delivered sweet flavors to the mango, the strawberry, and the banana; fresh, crisp flavors to the apple, the cucumber, and the proud, proud carrot; earth flavors to the potato, the beet, and the radish; and even pestilential flavors to the durian fruit and the onion, who were somehow pleased by this. He continued on, giving a flavor to each and every vegetable and fruit and gourd and root, ending finally with the avocado, to which he gave the flavor “vague”. And at the end he said, “And so, my dear friends, I thank you for coming, and wish you a wondrous and beautiful future filled with fun and flavor!” And the vegetation cheered and thanked him, with tears in their eyes, pits, and kernels, and they all went back to their homes.

Now, what flavor did the celery get, you may ask? Perhaps I can answer this question by telling you what the celery was up to during the great feast at the vice admiral’s castle.

To put it bluntly, the celery was asleep. It was up all night worrying about what it was going to wear the next day (hint: the vegetation didn’t wear clothing, it not having been invented yet) that it didn’t sleep a wink, and when the time to leave came, the celery was sound asleep in the middle of its floor. And there it remained until late that night when all the other vegetation was returning. When the vice admiral realized the celery hadn’t attended, he was so hurt and shut up his castle forever, returning to the future whence he came, and taking with him the secret of flavor, which he gave to a character in a Futurama episode, who later shared it with Bender.

So, as for what flavor the celery got? None. It got no flavor. At all. As a result, it is less flavorful than plain water—even less flavorful than the vaguely flavored avocado which can win fans through hypnosis only.

So, to answer your question, what are my thoughts on celery? It is food. It is plain food. If I had to eat it to keep myself alive, I wouldn’t mind, because all it has is a texture. And strings. No idea why they decided to add strings to celery, but that’s not my business. It’s been observed and scientifically tested that you can feed celery to a sleeping human and they won’t notice. The celery’s favorite color is clear. If you give a stalk of celery to a cat it just confuses them. They asked a million American football fans what they preferred—a football game that ends in a tie or celery—and they went with ties in football because they were “more definitive”. Celery is used as a vehicle for peanut butter and crab salad because it’s considered impolite to eat either substance with one’s hands in public, and because with a spoon, it’s impossible to ensure party goers don’t double dip. The great thing about using celery for this purpose is that it has absolutely no flavor, so it’s the same as just eating peanut butter or crab salad—just with added strings to remind you that life is unfair. (Seriously, think about any other food on the planet where you’d say, “Damn! I want to put either peanut butter or crab salad on that! Doesn’t matter which, since this food goes with either peanut butter or crab salad equally well!”)

Now don’t take this to mean that I hate celery. How could I? How could any? They had to stop giving it to babies because babies exposed to celery in the first couple months didn’t realize they were eating anything, and had trouble thereafter recognizing what food was, and how eating worked. If celery were a person and you asked me to date it, I’d say, “I have no opinion”—and I’m married! I mean if it’s there, I guess I’ll take it, because boy howdy, do I love getting strings of stuff stuck in my teeth. How satisfying! It’s like, “Hey, girl! You want to feel like you came out of the bathroom after flossing but left some of that floss stuck in your teeth?” Sign me up for some of that!

But I guess the best thing about its lack of flavor is it doesn’t shove it in your face, you know? It’s an extremely subtle complete lack of flavor. It’s like if someone goes to an award show wearing a folded over bed sheet, but arrives in an unopened cardboard box, so you don’t even see the sheet—or the person. So you’ve got to hand it to celery for that. Like, good on celery for not being all showy about its total absence of flavor.

So those are some of my thoughts on celery. I have others, but this isn’t really the time or place to discuss them. Thank you for your query, and please have a wonderful day on my behalf.

Not Supposed To (Jungkook x Reader) Fluffy Oneshot

Happy 100 Followers! 🎉💞😍😱

In a mini celebration, here’s a Jungkook x Reader oneshot :) for anon and my new lovely followers (/^-^)/ 

💙 Prompt :

Hellooo! I wanna rq a Jungkook x reader Dancer Idol Au where we have to dance together, fans ship us and there was a scandal so we fake date (at first) but later on he falls in love during performing and it’s all cheesy and stuff, hope you get what i mean :3 

💙 Genre :

Fluff, Angst…?, A failed try on Humor :P 

It was a month ago when Jungkook was invited for a collaboration in the MAMA 2018 . And being a dancer and an idol, there was no way he’d decline.

 But what he didn’t know was that the collaboration he was to do was a Duo, with none other than Y/N . 

The  girl that his fans shipped him with. What’s so ship-able about them anyways? Maybe that, he’ll never know. But what he does know is that, spending a month with her can definitely switch things up. 

So he put up some rules  :

a) No affection unless in front of crowds.

and b) No falling in love.


“Jungkook”, “You know you got no choice right?”, his manager was pleading him to do something he would never agree to.

“Are you out of your mind Do-Keun?!”, he says, disregarding any respect for the older man.

No matter the age difference who was he to tell him to give away his freedom?

There was no way he’d date Y/N , even though they had already said it was all fake and for those eagle eyed medias. 

“Jeon Jungkook!”, Do Keun loses his temper talking to this boy who just. won’t. get. it.

“If you want to properly success in being in an idol life, you will Listen to me .”, his voice was dripping with venom. 

“ You are going to date Y/N, it’s only for a month to get their attention of the scandals that you yourself have caused, so if you want to be anywhere near alive in the industry, you will listen to me and go ask her out, she knows the plan and you’re lucky that she’s willing to help.” And with that Do Keun leaves the room, not giving Jungkook a chance to speak at all.

Just a month Jungkook, get over the performance and you’re free. , he thinks to himself.

~*~ At the MAMA 2018

Jungkook always loved the adrenaline rush that he’d get whenever he’d recieve an award or whenever he was to be performing. That’s the reason he joined the industry in the first place.

 But the kind of rush he felt looking at her  was way different to the one he had known.

He was at awe to say the least, looking at her moves that beautifully complimented the beat of the soft music playing. She looked…like she was where she was supposed to be.

“Jungkook”, a voice says, pulling him out of his still-awestruck-mind and he turned to look at the source to find Jimin.

“You’re staring again.”, Jimin says while halfway glaring with a look that says something between “I told you” and “Really now?”

“Yeah, nah, I’m just monitoring..what…she’s..”, he stops and looks back at the girl. “doing.” , he says softly.

Jimin only grunts and says “Jungkook, it’s so obvious, you do know that you’re–”,

 "Jeon Jungkook", a voice calls out interrupting Jimin.

“You’re up in 10!”. 

And so he got up from his place in the waiting area and went to the make up room to get all set….after taking a tiny glimpse back at the screen showing her dance.

He was practicing last minute, being the hardworking person he is, but his thoughts were somewhere else. He’s not anxious and he’s definitely not nervous, but he was scared. Just a little though.

..ok fine he was scared..really really scared.

 He didn’t know when and what this girl could do..and that scared him..because he didn’t know what she could do to him

 As one moment, she was this little ball of sunshine who’d smile at almost everything, but once the music was played and all eyes were on her, she’d become a whole new person.

 She’d embrace the beauty that was the dance as her own, and just let go. Jungkook wished he could be like that,he wished he could let go and he wished and wished ..and god, he was scared.

She looked so beautiful, it almost hurt, And it was not supposed to be like this.

He was not supposed to be like this. No, just a week after the dance, it’s all over and they’re to be free.

 But when his thoughts were spinning and his heart was running a mile per second as he stepped into the blinding lights, he felt a pang in his chest. And he was not supposed to be like this.

He swiftly made his way to where she stood, her white dress glowing with the help of the soft colours luminating the place. The spotlight was now on both of them.

And boy, if he thought she looked beautiful looking at the screen in the room, he  sure as hell didn’t know what she was now. She was stunning like this, her expressions speaking louder, screaming passion.

She was a charm, and he was entranced by her.

He’d take another month worth of rain check if he could, just to admire the beauty that was her.

and he’s not supposed to be like this.

But as the music comes alive, his mind steered clear of the wreck of his thoughts and for once, he decided to just..forget. 

He’d forget of the cameras observing every move he makes, he’d forget how after this, seeing her up this close will be as good as an impulsive dream. He’d forget, and like her, he’d just let go. (or at least try to)

Because for once he was to express and perform through emotions and with no faking or ulterior motives, and just dance in front of the crowd with the one he loved, as a couple, even if it’s just for pretend.

He’d live in a fiction if it had her being in love with him the same way he was. And for God’s sake, he was not supposed to feel like this.

But as he danced with the rythm of the soft piano, he couldn’t help but feel

Her blonde hair flowing along with her every move as she slowly danced, her hands on his shoulders and his on her waist, her eyes shimmering.

 And Jungkook should know that it’s all just part of the act, part of the choreography, but a part of him wants it to be more than just that.

And god she’s just right there and all he could do is keep falling, without any hopes of being caught.

He was not supposed to, but he fell for her. And with the way she’d look while dancing to the beat, he was sure as hell getting no where out of it.

After a minute or two of Y/N mesmerising the crowd (and himself) and Jungkook trying to get a hold of himself, The performance came to an end.


As they came down the stage, breathing hard and gulping whatever liquid their staff had handed over, he was pulled to the side by the oh-so-familiar boy, Park. Freaking. Jimin.

“Jungkook, we need to talk”, Jimin says in a serious tone. 

And let me tell you this, you do not want to hear his serious tone.

But Jungkook being Jungkook ignores the elephant in the room. “No we don’t. Get out of my way, I need to go chan-” Jungkook says but is interrupted by Jimin again.

“I saw the way you were looking at her kookie”, his voice was now softer than earlier, his eyes glimmering of worry.

And god, was everyone gonna pity his state now?

But when Jimin’s usual playful smirk plastered on his face in a mere second, all thoughts of worrying Jimin was gone.

“Do you..want to..you know..”, he says with his smirk only growing wider.

“No!! What!”, he laughs (.a very awkward laugh at that)

“Pfft..Ofcourse not! It was all..part of the act”, he adds.

But his own words were coming back at him. It was all part of the act, she’s not his girlfriend and the expressions she had when looking at him was not of affection.

“Look, you can fool anyone else with your Sherlock Holmes bullsh*t but you, Jeon Jungkook, will know more than to Lie. To. Me”, Jimin says poking a finger at the younger’s chest at every word.

Both Jimin and Jungkook started glaring at each other, with Jimin trying to get the words out of this persistent boy and Jungkook desperately trying to somehow telepathically let him know.

After a minute or two, Jungkook’s the first to speak. 

“Pshh, it’s not like it could work out anyways.”, he chuckles to make it seem light hearted, but he never felt this big of a boulder on his chest. 

And everything he said was seemingly more of him reminding himself than telling Jimin. 

“Oh so you do like Y/N?!” Jimin says with that obnoxious loud voice of his.

 So Jungkook quickly claps his hand on his mouth muffling his words from coming out further. “Watch your words.”, his glare was evident with the tone of his words and the fake smile plastered on his face as he looks around to see if anyone heard.

But Jimin wasn’t having it, so he licked his palm to get himself free instead. “Ew! Dude! What the hell?!!!”, Jungkook pulls back and brings out a tissue from his pocket, furiously wiping at his palm.

“Come on”, Jimin continues as if he didn’t just do something disgusting, “It’ll be fine anyways,since you’re already dating and all”, Jimin shrugs, as if it’s that easy.

“But still”, Jungkook says, “ We’re not actually dating..so..”, he whispers the last few words as if he was to deny the fact.

And damn, that mochi knows just how to make him all gloomy doesn’t he?

“Ughhh! Then make it real!” , Jimin groans.

“What do you mean..making it real?”, Jungkook asks. he blushes.. (just a little tho) 

And right now, Jimin’s just exasperated with this one hell of a guy that. Just. Won’t. Get. It.

“Oh, you know, it’s something weird where you oh, i don’t know! Tell her how you feel and actually date her like a normal person would? A word humans call ‘confessing’? , Jimin says his hands moving around in a questioning manner. 

“wow, did Taehyung really rub off that much on you?”, he adds.

Ughh, why were they friends and how is Jimin helping him again?

“I get what you mean but..”, he says..and if Jungkook was blushing before, he was as red as a tomato right now.

“I don’t think she’ll…you know..” he adds and god did Jungkook want to grab himself by the shoulders and just say that dude, just get a hold on yourself, be a man for christ’s sake!

“now don’t tell me our golden maknae is scared of a girl?!”, Jimin coos in a mocked tone, looking constipated from the way he’s trying his best to be a good friend and not laugh.

Oh boy, did Jungkook long for the day Jimin meets his lover. He’d mock the hell out of him

But still, Jimin was right.

What’s all these blushes and sparkles? Jungkook doesn’t do sparkles. 

But just then,he’d remembered how much Y/N loved sparkled glittery things and that stopped his bullet train of thoughts. 

Y/N , was the  source of all his blushes and sparkles. And all he wants right now is to just pluck it out of himself and give it all to her, because she deserved everything sparkly and bright. And not a fake relationship with ulterior motives. 

“Oi!”, Jimin snaps his fingers in front of Jungkook’s eyes to get his attention back to reality. “now. Y/N’s at the waiting area. and what you're going to do is you’ll go there, and you’re gonna decide if you want to conceal your feelings for who knows how long or you want to express yourself like how you did up there and actually have a chance of being with the one you like?” Jimin says in a long breath.

Jimin’s words were always manipulative, that’s something everyone knew. But that still doesn’t stop him from being right almost everytime. And so he decides that yes, he is going to talk to her, but just not about what he’s been dreading on the whole week ( the fact that he loves her that is) 

He decided to lighten the weight for the fluffball whom he surely did love, but that love is exactly the reason he’s going to snake out of this “relationship” . Because he’s not going to do it for anything, be it wealth or fame, if it means upsetting her. 

He wanted her to be free like how she was on stage. So yes, Jungkook finally decided to own up to the man he calls himself to be and go to the girl that’s been bugging his head all day (and night if you count all the sleepless times he thought of her)


Y/N wasn’t at the waiting area, her staff said she’s in the bathroom.

So Jungkook awkwardly waits in front of the female restroom, fidgeting with his dress shirt and biting the insides of his cheeks. (It was a nervous habit of his).

He was still having an inner fight, contemplating on whether or not he should do this at all, she might not be here in the first place, he thinks as he turned the other way to leave.

“Jungkook!”, Y/N called out and he turned around and saw her smiling wide, as if the sun was in her hands.

“Y/N”, Jungkook says in a hushed tone, as if the name has too much of a weight for him to bare.

And lord, the way her eyes glistened everytime she’d look at him made Jungkook think that maybe she actually does like him (back) but no, it was all scripted and Y/N was just too good at acting maybe.

“Were you waiting for me?”,Y/N asks as she grabs his arm and started walking back to the waiting area. 

It’s all an act, Jungkook. Get a hold on yourself

“No. i mean…maybe..uh.yeahh. Yes I was.”, he rubs the nape of his neck awkwardly. There shouldn’t be any problem saying that, in Y/N’s eyes it would be all act.

( and then jungkook thought what if she was thinking the same and actually meant the things she did but quickly scratched that thought) 

“I actually”, Jungkook coughs, “have something to tell you.”

“Hm?” “Yeah sure what is it?”, Y/N smiles wider if that’s even possible. and damn why did she have to make it so hard for him.

He stopped in his tracks making them both stop and he opened his mouth to speak. But only a faint sigh comes out…he didn’t know what to say.

And then the bullet train of thoughts that previously ended with Lisa, now started with Y/N again. He thought of the time their shoulders lightly brushed each other and of the spark that ignited (and is still glowing to this day) .

He thought of all the times he was caught staring during practice, and how she’d just smile back when he did. 

“Are you …okay..Jeonggukie?”, she says, her eyes spoke of sincere worry and damn him if that is fake because it feels. So. Damn. Real.

He tried to get the words out of his system, to scream at her for doing this to herself. Why would she bound her freedom down just to help a boy she barely knows ( whom she now knows a lot though) Why would she hurt herself?

And then it hit him, was he going to hurt himself?

He did try to scream and shout the words out, but all that came out was a soft whimper of somewhere between the words “I love you” and “I’m sorry”.

“What?”, she softly chuckles, her eyes widening just a little.

“I..”, he was so stupid. “Excuse me.” , he manages to get out of her vice grip on his arm as he turned to sprint.

“Wait!”, Y/N says but he only squeezes his eyes tight and walked away.

Why did he think that there’d be ..even if it was just a little..chance of her to maybe like him back?

He was so stupid to even think that those little hand brushes actually meant something.

He went towards the storage room, because that’s the only place where no eyes were there to watch. 

“yah..Jungkook-ah.”, he heard that familiar voice again. The voice he’d die to hear on a daily basis.

“Let’s break up.”, he says in a spur. His own words suprising him, why did it hurt to say that when they weren’t even real?

“Jeon Jungkook”, Y/N says again, her voice rid of any bubbly-ness, and all stern. 

“Are you hearing yourself?”, Y/N walks over to where his back was facing her. Because Jungkook was not that strong to look her in the eye, in her beautiful, earl-grey, blue-flecked eyes.

Y/N laughs slightly, dripping with no humor. “ You really confuse me you know." 

She comes close and hugs him from the back, and Jungkook. Was not..Strong.

"You told me you like me and now you’re like "let’s break up” “, she says mocking in a voice that’s supposed to sound like Jungkook.

"Did you really hear yourself, Jungkookie? Are you really that dense”, she says, not letting go of her embrace. Jungkook’s heart was beating faster than lightning. 

“I.. I know that you’re the one trying to help me but, I just can’t. I set up the rules and now I’m the one who .. I can’t help it I’m sorry.” his voice cracks as he squeezes the words out of his tight throat. 

It was all so tough and Jimin was wrong, it wasn’t as easy as that. But Y/N was only chuckling and he was questioning if he missed something.

“Jungkook-ah, don’t you think I’m breaking a rule too?”, she says and he pulls him tighter into her embrace.

Jungkook just keeps quiet.. It’s not what you’re thinking Jungkook, it’s not..she does not.

“I like you too, idiot,” she says and ruffles his hair as she pulls back from the hug. 

And so he abruptly turns around. “what?” , he says.

“ Oh my god, Jimin was right when he said you were clueless. ”, she facepalms..

wait..she knew Jimin?

“ For a second, I really thought you’d turn out to be a scaredy cat and not tell me you know.”, she looks at him and smiles.

“Jimin..”, he says in a questioning manner.

“Jimin was in on this too, Kookie. How else would I get you to talk about this ha?”, she giggles.

“Jeongukie,”, she comes closer. “It is as easy as that. The rest is just all in your head.”, she flicks his forehead.

“So..you..he told u..everything?!”, he says . Jungkook still can’t wrap his head around this. Y/N just indirectly confessed and had heard everything he said to Jimin about her.

“Yes.  Jeon Jungkook, I heard everything so now I have blackmail material against you .” she laughs again. and God, she was a ball of sunshine wasn’t she?

“But..I..”, He says still not convinced.

“No buts, Jungkookie now shut up and kiss me.”

The End <3 

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Every Little Thing

Summary: The reader and Jensen are co-stars and are at an event where Jensen is with Daneel and when your alone you share a moment.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader, Jensen x Daneel

Word Count: 1,450 ~ ish

Warnings: Language, angst, fluff, cheating, all the guilty things

A/N: I was challenged to write a fanfic based on the song Every little thing by Louisa Wendorff.  This is no disrespect towards Daneel and Jensen or their beautiful family!! This is just a story and was the only direction I felt I could take this song. This is also my fist piece that involves fluff which is pretty difficult to write… Please constructive feedback only!


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{ Your paths encounter again and he finally admits to reciprocate your feelings. You, on the other hand, tried to move on with your life and you’re now seeing someone else. ALL THE BOYS / ANGST


**as always, not proof read, don’t mind the errors, please


You were running around the café, trying to serve as many people as possible, hardly catching your breath from time to time. That day at work was pure hell: you had a lot of costumers and you were under-staffed because two of your co-workers had called in sick. It was a nightmare, you had barely the time to register people leaving and entering the café, hardly remembering even one of their faces.
You almost didn’t recognize them when you approached their table, pen in your hand, to take orders.
In fact you didn’t lift your gaze on their faces until you heard his voice. You had looked up, thinking you were probably mistaken when in fact he was there, sitting at the table, looking at you with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
You gave him a little smile and bowed again, saying hello to all the guys. The atmosphere was a bit tense but you ignored it and kept a straight face, doing your job as fast as possible.
You had thought about asking your co-worker to take that table instead of you but you really didn’t want to be rude and in the end decided against it.
You were busy cleaning other tables while all the beverages were getting ready and again, the hand of one of the costumers landed on your back, unmistakably aiming for your ass.
You turned around and for the tenth time that night you asked the costumer to keep his hands to himself before you’d had him throw out of the café for sexual harassment.
He had laughed at you and got up, grabbing your wrist before you could move on to the next table.
“You better let go of her before I make you.”
You turned around and met Seokjin’s dark face, his look menacing and dead serious.
The costumer snickered and let go of you retreating to his seat, mumbling profanities under his breath.
“Are you okay?” he asked, getting closer to you, a bit uncertain on whether he was allowed to or not.
You nodded and gave him a little smile.
“Yeah, thank you for helping.”
He smiled back at you, with that sweet look on his face that always managed to make your heart beat faster. It had been two months since you last saw him and you liked to think you had moved on with your life since then, but seeing him today showed you how much you were only deceiving yourself into believing that.
“Anytime” he said, taking another step forward, biting his bottom lip as he wasn’t sure about what to say, “Can we talk when your shift is over?”
You didn’t know how to respond to that, you weren’t even sure you were ready to talk to him, but your co-worker got you out of the problem by calling your name, bringing you back to reality.
You excused yourself, avoiding to give him an answer, and basically ran across the café to get to your orders.
When your shift was over you exited the café from the back door feeling completely drained. You closed your eyes for a second, lifting your head to the sky, enjoying the fresh air on your face.
When you opened your eyes again you found Seokjin looking at you, a little smile playing on his lips.
“So beautiful” he whispered, more to himself than to you directly, but you heard him perfectly and you found yourself blushing from the compliment.
“Hey…” you said, a bit awkwardly, biting your bottom lip in nervousness.
You didn’t feel all that pain looking at him now, but you could still feel your inside twitch, especially when he was looking at you like that, like he was seeing you for the first time.
“Is it okay if we talk?” he asked, a bit uncertain.
Only two months ago you had yelled at him, in the same alley, pushing him out of your life for good.
You gave him a small nod and an encouraging smile.
“How have you been?” he got closer to you, a little smile tugging on his lips. He was evidently happy you were willing to talk to him this time.
“Fine… busy, I guess. You?”
“The usual”
he answered, scratching the back of his head.
Whether you were willing to admit this or not, you couldn’t escape from the fact that you had missed him deeply. Even the small talk like this one. You had missed everything.
“It’s been two months since we saw each other” he stated, never diverting his gaze from your face.
“Yeah… time flies…”
You had no idea where this was going but you weren’t ready to cut the talk short either. It felt so good to talk to him again, just like old times.
“It felt like an eternity to me…” he whispered, cutting the distance short.
He was standing only two feet away from you, the smell of his cologne hitting your nostrils, bringing back memories of all the hours spent together, next to each other, without a care in the world.
“I missed you so much, Y/N” he added, his voice betraying the pain he was feeling.
You looked to the ground, feeling your heart pumping hard in your chest.
“I missed you too” you whispered back, your cheeks getting warmer as you spoke the truth.
“I was so stupid to not realize what I was giving up…”
You furrowed your brows and looked up at him a bit confused by his last phrase.
“This time apart from you made me realize  how important you are for me and I hate myself for rejecting you”, you hadn’t realize how close he had got until you felt his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him.
Your breath got caught in your lungs when you saw his face getting closer to yours, your noses touching briefly.
He was looking at you, unsure on what your reaction was going to be.
You were frozen: you didn’t expect this to happen, you didn’t even know if you wanted it to happen. But your lack of responses made him take his courage and without any other hesitation he brushed his lips on yours.
That simple touch made your head spin and your heart rate increase. You had dreamt about this moment, you had waited for it to arrive. And now it was happening. It was real: Seokjin was going to kiss you.
You closed your eyes, against your better judgment, and you inched your head forward, making it easier for him to kiss you fully on the lips.
All uncertainty gone he kissed you fiercely, releasing all the passion he had been holding up until now, grabbing your waist with a certain urgency to feel you more close to him.
The kiss was passionate but slow, like he wanted to savor every single second of it, butterflies dancing in your stomach. It was perfect.
You two parted and you sighed when you felt his lips leaving yours, the warmth you felt dying almost instantly.
You were looking in his eyes now, regret filling you up. You had always wanted this, but now it was too late. It wasn’t fair to him nor to yourself or the person you were seeing right now.
“I’m sorry Jin”, you whispered, your eyes watering at the thought of rejecting him.
“Y/N”, he whispered, closing his eyes while making your foreheads touch. Deep down he already knew what you were going to say. His heart sinking in his chest.
“I’m seeing someone…I can’t do this… I just…”
He shook his head and let go of you almost instantly. You weren’t the kind of person who would cheat, he knew that, so he stepped away from you, looking at the ground, a pained expression on his face.
“I’m too late, aren’t I?”
“I’m so sorry…”
you turned around when you heard your name being called and you held your breath watching YBF/N approaching, a small smile on his lips. You had been going out with this guy for two weeks now, he was cute and funny and he really liked you. He made you feel comfortable and you really thought he could be the one to get out of your head Jin. Up until now.
Jin watched the guy getting closer, fidgeting a little on his spot, jealousy eating him up alive.
YBF/N watched Jin frowning a little before turning to you with a smile, planting a small kiss on your cheek, making you blush. It was awkward and you hated the look on Jin’s face when he did that. You, most of all, hated yourself for all of this.
“Hey, babe” he said, smiling at you, while you couldn’t stop watching Jin, guilt filling you up.
“I’m Seokjin” he said, suddenly, giving you a small understanding smile before reaching out his hand for your boyfriend to take it.
“Oh, hi, nice to meet you. I’m YBF/N” he smiled a bit too forcedly and grasped Jin’s hand, probably too tight from the look on his face.
“It was nice seeing you , Y/N. I wish you all the best” Jin said, letting go of YBF/N hand.
He gave you another small smile and turned his back on the two of you, walking out of that alley once again.
“Yeah, you too…”, you whispered, sadness enveloping you.
You had let him kiss you just to turn him down right after it. It wasn’t fair to him, to you and most of all to the guy next to you. You had never felt that bad about yourself before.

Originally posted by gabyhi


You were smiling happily at the screen, watching the guys get another award at Gaon. They had been collecting awards on awards that night and they were beaming with joy, as you were. They had worked hard and it was finally paying off. 
The song you wrote for them had been a success, you heard it a thousand times all around the radio. Their lyrics were absolutely breath-taking, mixing with your perfectly. The first time you heard the song you had cried for hours. And the second time too. And most of the other times as well.
In the end, though, you were glad they were the one singing it. They did it perfectly, conveying all of their emotions in it and Yoongi really kept his promise about giving justice to what you wrote.
Thinking about it again brought tears to your eyes, but you were quick to push the thoughts away, concentrating on the show again.
You were trying to focus on all of them but inevitably your eyes landed on Yoongi, his smile so wide it melted your heart. You knew how happy he must have been, how proud of himself and the guys. 
You smiled bitterly at yourself and sighed before turning the TV off, feeling the sadness envelop you. You had been feeling like that ever since you pushed him out of your life. You were always cold when you thought about him. It felt like a part of you was missing. 
You had started going out with a guy, it had been a month now, and you felt pretty comfortable with him around but you couldn’t lie to yourself: he wasn’t Min Yoongi. And you knew it probably wasn’t fair to him to think about someone else when you were on your own, but you just couldn’t help it. A part of you would always be madly in love with him. 
You were starting to feel sleepy so you got up ready to go to bed when you heard a knock on your door. 
You lifted your gaze to the clock: it was 1:30 AM. You furrowed your brows and opened the door a bit hesitantly. 
You gasped when you found Yoongi in front of you, wearing his suit for Gaon, looking as handsome as possible. 
“What are you doi-?” he didn’t even let you finish your sentence, he stepped inside your house and grabbing you by the waist he pulled you closer kissing you fully on the lips, his kiss needy and passionate, his tongue dancing with your own winning the battle for dominance without any effort at all.
You wanted to push him away, rationally, but you found yourself leaning towards him, letting him pull you closer to him, getting lost inside the heated kiss.
You had dreamt about this moment and yet the reality exceeded all of your wild fantasies.
The warmth of his body against yours, the sweet scent of his cologne, the sensation of his soft lips against yours.
When his lips left yours, you opened your eyes, your breath as heavy as his, looking at him in shock.
“I’m so sorry for not realizing sooner how madly in love I am with you” he said, his voice hoarse.
A shiver ran down your spine at that confession, your heart skipping a beat.
This had to be a dream, there was no other explanation for what he just said to you.
“Forgive me” he whispered, before planting a small and sweet kiss on your lips, one of his hands caressing your face lovingly.
A part of you wanted to give in, to let your feelings for him win, while the other was telling you that he didn’t mean this, he was confused because he missed you, he wanted you back in his life. This was all a lie.
“Yoongi…” you whispered, your voice trembling while you felt your eyes filling with tears.
He looked at you and then kissed you, again briefly and softly.
“Yoongi…” you repeated, feeling your throat tightening in the effort of keeping the tears in.
He kept kissing you like that, repeatedly, always softly and sweetly, closing his eyes every time his lips came in contact with yours.
When he left your lips again, after the fourth or fifth time, a sob escaped your mouth and you realized you were crying again in front of him.
“Ssh, babe, don’t cry” he whispered, making your foreheads touch while he was drying your face with his loving hands.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry” you started whispering, over and over again, like a broken record, the tears falling from your eyes continuously.
He hugged you tight to his chest, caressing your head trying to calm you down.
“I love you” he whispered against your head, before planting a soft kiss on your temple, tightening his grip around you.
“No” you sobbed, pushing him away from you with the little strength you had left.
He looked at you confused, realizing for the first time that maybe he had been mistaken all this time, maybe you didn’t feel the same way about him anymore.
“I’m sorry” you said, taking a step back from him.
“For what are you apologizing?” he asked, his voice betraying the turmoil he was in to.
You lifted your gaze on him, your lips quivering.
“I’m seeing someone” you whispered, your insides twitching at the thought of hurting him.
The truth hit him hard, you saw his eyes getting sadder, his whole body getting tense, his expression confused and hurt.
It took him a second to realize what you just told him and when he did you watched him take a step back, tears forming in his eyes.
“I’m too late” he whispered to himself, his expression turning into a lost one.
“I’m sorry”, you tried to take a step towards him but he stepped back again, shaking his head.
“No… I am… I’m so sorry for giving up the best thing that ever happened to me”, he looked at you with pain in his eyes, some tears escaping from his control before he swiped them away.
You wanted to grab his arm and hug him, never letting him go, but you just stood there, watching him retreat to the door before closing it behind his back.
A part of you wanted to chase him, to be with him, the other part wanted to move on, to stay with the guy you had started dating recently. You were torn, you didn’t know what to do anymore. You didn’t even know what was right anymore. There was only confusion and pain, so much pain.

Originally posted by jinkooks


The last two months had been pure torture for you. You had spent a lot of days with Namjoon by your side, acting as you two were falling in love with each other.
The way he looked at you those times always managed to warm your hearth and break it at the same time. It felt so real and yet so fake all at once.
You were trying to move on, you had started seeing another guy in the meantime, but always being near Namjoon, having to act like a couple, were making it extremely hard for you.
That day you walked on set with a heavy heart. You knew this was going to happen eventually, but you always pushed the thought in the back of your mind. But now you couldn’t run away from it anymore.
You got your hair and make-up done, you wore your pretty dress and put a smile on your face even though you felt like crying the whole time.
This was the scene where he was going to put his feelings on the line, confessing to you. And a kiss was going to be there.
You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, and when you opened them you started reciting your part as you practiced a hundred times already, faking a smile while your heart was beating loudly in your chest.
And then he said it, the three words you had been waiting for a very long time. But they weren’t real, they’d never be real.
He leaned forward and pressed his lips against your own. It was a simple kiss, very gentle, not fully on the lips, very cinematographic. You closed your eyes and savored the taste of his lips for as long as you could.
When he drew back you felt like breaking into million pieces: the magic was gone, the pretense was over and you were back to reality. The reality where he would never confess his love to you, the reality where he had rejected you. The reality where he wasn’t a part of your life anymore.
The director yelled the word “cut” and you ran away from the stage at a speed light before anyone could see the tears streaming down your face.
You closed the bathroom door behind you and collapsed on the floor, hugging your legs to your chest, crying your eyes out.
It was just too much to handle. And there wasn’t just the pain, there was the guilt too because you weren’t supposed to feel this way when you were seeing someone else.
You were sobbing loudly, biting your arm in an attempt to muffle the sound of your crisis.
Your eyes were closed, your breathing shallow and fast, your body trembling uncontrollably. You had been experiencing panic attacks lately and this seemed just like another one of those, only it was hitting you harder and you had no idea how to make it stop.
You brought a hand to your chest, trying to control the speed of your breathing.
“Y/N”, Joon’s voice cut through the silence, making you jump in surprise.
“Hey, hey, it’s alright, Y/N, it’s okay” he whispered, getting on his knees before enveloping you in his arms.
“Sssh, Y/N, calm down” he was still whispering in your ears, rocking you back and forth to calm you down.
You grabbed his shirt, holding tight to him like he was your anchor.
“I can’t do this anymore” you whispered, your voice broken from the pain you were feeling.
You had tried but this was just too much to take. You wanted to be professional about all of this but your heart was beyond broken and you didn’t know how to pick up the pieces anymore.
“I’m so sorry for doing this to you” he said, kissing your head lovingly.
His voice was shaking and when you felt your neck getting wet you realized he was crying too, silently, trying to cover it up.
“Joon” you whispered, moving in his arms so you could look at his face. When you saw the tears falling from his eyes you felt your heart shrink inside your chest.
“I’m so sorry” he said again, leaning forward to make your foreheads touch “Will you ever forgive me?” he added, his voice small and so full of pain it only made you cry even harder.
He started caressing your face, making your noses brush from time to time.
“I meant every single word I had to say for this stupid show” he whispered, touching your lips for a second.
“It took me forever to realize it but I know now you’re the one, Y/N” he started kissing you, really kissing you, slowly but full of passion, holding you tight against him.
This had nothing to do with the fake kiss you shared earlier. You could feel the love now, all of his passion, all of his need to have you for him.
You kissed him back, losing yourself inside the perfect moment you were sharing.
When he left your lips you inched forward, capturing his lips again in yours, kissing him with all the love you had for him.
At some point rationality hit you, making you leave his lips, your breath as shallow as his. This was wrong, on so many levels.
You knew this wasn’t real, he was confused because you had spent a lot of time pretending to be a couple. And most importantly, you had someone else in your life now.
“I can’t do this” you said, shaking your head while distancing yourself from him “I… I have someone else in my life…” you admitted, after taking a deep breath.
“… you do?” he asked, confused.
You could only nod in response, your head spinning for the rollercoaster of emotions.
“Why are you crying because of me, then? Why did you even kiss me back?!” he was mad at you and you couldn’t blame him. He was right. You were seeing someone yet you were crying over him, kissing him at the first chance you got.
“I don’t know” you whispered, biting your bottom lip to stop it from quivering.
“You don’t know…” he repeated, lifting himself up, defeated.
“I’m sorry” you got on your feet as well and tried to take his hand into yours but he just stepped back, unable to look at you in the eyes anymore.
“Don’t. I get it, it’s too late for us.”
His voice was bitter, a sad smile on his lips. He left the bathroom without looking at you again.
When the door closed behind him you felt your world crack into thousand pieces.

Originally posted by whereisuniq


Your work at YG Entertainment was good, you had a lot of fun with the idols, they were all very professional but really funny and your co-workers treated you really well. You had requested to work mostly with the female artists if possible, mostly because you didn’t want what happened with Hoseok to happen again.
In the past few weeks you had been working with Akdong Musicians, mostly on SooHyun, and that day made no difference.
You were busy in the backstage of the Mc Countdown studio, working on her make-up, with your heart beating faster than usual. You knew she was going to be a special MC today alongside with Hoseok and you feared the moment you were probably going to meet him.
You hadn’t seen much of him in a while and even though you missed him like crazy you preferred it that way. As they say: out of sight, out of mind.
In fact, in the past two weeks, you had started going out with a guy from work and you had to admit you were starting to really like the guy, he honestly seemed like the perfect one to help you move on with your life.
You were fixing SooHyun make-up before she had to go out again in front of the camera when you saw him, only a few meters away from you, looking in your direction with sad eyes.
You gulped down and focused on your work, trying to avoid the feeling of being watched.
When you were sure her make-up was on point you excused yourself and ran backstage and into the dressing room, now pretty quiet.
You exhaled deeply and went to put your brushes in order to clean them up later when you suddenly felt a pair of arms hugging you from behind.
“I miss you” Hoseok voice was nothing but a whisper but you could hear him perfectly fine since he was so close to you.
You closed your eyes, his perfume invading your nostrils, bringing back old memories of the times you spent together, making your insides twitch.
“Hobi” you whispered, turning around to look at his sad face.
“I miss you so badly, Y/N” he said again, getting closer to you so he could caress your face with one of his hands, his eyes never leaving yours.
“Please” you said, closing your eyes, leaning slightly into his hand, unable to not enjoy the warmth his touch gave you.
“Y/N…” he was pleading now, his other hand placed on your waist, pulling you closer to him.
“Don’t… please Hobi, I beg you” you opened your eyes to look into his pained ones and you felt your heart clench when he started tearing up in front of you.
You were the cause of his tears, again, and you hated yourself so much for all of this, for all the pain you were inflicting to him, for falling in love ruining forever your friendship. For everything.
“I can’t live without you” he said, pulling you even closer so now your foreheads were touching, a few inches left between your faces.
You were crying too now, your hands moving on their own accord, caressing his face, stroking his hair away from his beautiful face.
“Please” you whispered again, unable to contain the tremble in your voice.
“I love you” he whispered, his nose touching yours while he closed his eyes, sighing heavily.
“Hobi” your voice cracking, the tears uncontainable, you tried to push him back a little, to put distance between the two of you.
You couldn’t hear him say again that he wanted his best friend back, you just couldn’t take another rejection. You were starting to move on, he couldn’t do this to you just now that you had started to feel better again.
“I was so stupid…I can’t believe I let you go… but I know better now. I love you” he repeated, letting out a sob while bringing you closer to him.
You shook your head, not believing his words. You knew he loved you, but you also knew he didn’t see you like you saw him. You knew this was just his feelings getting confused by the forced distance.
You were going to push him back again when you felt his lips touching yours. It was a brief contact, feather like, full of uncertainty. But it was enough to send jolts down your spine.
You opened your eyes and found him looking at you, unsure on what to do next.
The rational part of you told you to push him away before it was too late but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it and when you watched him lean towards you again all you could do was close your eyes.
His lips were soft and gentle against yours, his arms wrapping around you but never too tight. He was kissing you like he was scared to break you.
You had always thought about how would his lips feel against yours but nothing you ever imagined could compare to how this kiss was making you feel.
You had never felt like this before, not even once. It felt like the piece of you you always felt it was missing, was finally there.
You brought your hands to his neck, bringing him closer while he deepened the kiss, taking courage in your response, tightening his hold on you.
He broke the kiss for a second, catching his breath, before taking your lips in his again, kissing you more fiercely this time, making you feel like your legs were going to give in.
Your head was spinning, the butterflies dancing in your stomach, when he left your lips again, sighing heavily before opening his eyes.
You opened yours as well, getting lost in his intense gaze.
He started planting small kisses on your lips and you found yourself responding to each one of them until you realized what you were doing.
“No” you whispered as soon as he left your lips for the tenth time.
He didn’t listen and kissed you again, longer this time, probably sensing something was wrong.
“No, stop, Hobi… stop” you pushed him a bit to make him listen to you and he eventually stopped trying, looking at you lost and confused.
“Why?” he asked, in a whisper, caressing your face again.
“This is wrong” you said, letting go of him and stepping back a little.
“How is this wrong?”
“I… I’m not… I’m with someone”
you couldn’t say that watching him in the eyes so your gaze fell to the ground, the silence enveloping the room.
“What?” he asked, the hurt already palpable in his voice.
You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before lifting your gaze back on him.
“I’m moving on…”
You bite your bottom lip watching his expression darken, your words slowly making sense inside his head. When he finally realized you were rejecting him he completely broke down in front of you, crying heavily, stepping back while drifting his gaze away from you.
“This is all my fault… it’s too late… I already lost you” he was talking to himself, drying his face so you wouldn’t see his tears anymore.
You hated to do this to me, you hated yourself even more than before. You wanted to take away his pain but the truth was you were the main source of it.
“I’m sorry” you whispered.
You took a step forward, trying to find a way to make it better for him when Yoongi entered the room, searching for his friend.
When he walked in on the both of you his eyes landed on you first and then on Hoseok. When he realized his friend was crying he looked at you again, his face tense and sad. He had figured everything out and he gave you a little encouraging smile, guessing this wasn’t easy for you either.
Without saying a single word he took Hoseok away, an arm over his shoulder, whispering words you couldn’t hear.
When the door closed behind them you felt your legs giving and you had to sit down to not fall to the ground.
Your fingers went to your lips, you could still feel Hoseok’s taste against them. You grabbed your hair in frustration, your emotions all over the place leaving you confused and broken, unable to understand what you wanted anymore.

Originally posted by jimint-condition


You closed the door behind you, smiling at yourself reliving the date you just had. You had been seeing a guy for three weeks now and he had brought you out to dinner tonight. It was fun and he was really charming and sweet and he made you feel like you were the one.
You bite your bottom lip, thinking about how it felt when he kissed you. If you were being honest it was a nice kiss, it didn’t sweep you off of your feet but you weren’t complaining either.
It had been two months since the night Taehyung had stormed inside your house, kissing you like there was no tomorrow, and even though you were trying, moving on from him was the hardest thing you ever tried to do.
A knock on your door interrupted your thoughts and you smiled to yourself thinking it was YBF/N coming back to give you another good night kiss or something.
Your jaw dropped to the floor when you found in front of you a very bewildered Taehyung, a bit out of breath, looking at you with pained eyes.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
he asked, trying to catch his breath.
“Tell you what?” you asked, confused, stepping back a little to let him come inside your house.
“I came here two months ago, drunk…” he whispered, looking at you like you had betrayed him.
You nodded, not sure where this was going or why he had showed up now, after all this time.
“Why did you ask Jimin not to tell me?!” his voice louder, telling you how much this upset him, just like you knew it would.
“You were drunk… I know you didn’t mean to do any of it… what w-”
he yelled, cutting your sentence short while grabbing his hair in frustration “I thought I… I thought I had dreamt all of that but it was real. I… I meant it, Y/N” his voice was a whisper now, his expression lost and confused.
“If Jimin hadn’t finally told me I would have lost you forever”
he whispered, shortening your distance in a heartbeat, placing his hands on your face so he could caress it with his thumbs.
“What are you talking about?” you asked, your heart beating rapidly in your chest.
“I love you” he whispered, closing his eyes before planting a small kiss on your lips, knocking the oxygen out of your lungs.
“What?” you asked, trying to look at him in the eyes, confusion written all over your face.
He licked his lips in nervousness before sighing, making your noses brush a little, his thumbs still caressing your face lovingly.
“I realized it a bit too late but I feel the same for you… I thought it was too late but… I can’t lose you, Y/N”, one of his hands moved to brush your hair back away from your face so he could look at you properly.
You were lost, confused, shocked by all of this. You didn’t know if you could believe him or not. You honestly thought he was just confused about his feelings for you, saying things he didn’t really mean because he missed his best friend.
But he was looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world, and his hands were touching you so lovingly, like he was afraid you’d disappear under his touch.
You stayed in silence for some minutes, losing yourself in the depth of his gaze when he closed his eyes, inching forward to meet your lips with his.
His kiss was slow and sweet, a bit uncertain, unlike the sloppy and passionate one you had shared before. He was himself now and he was kissing you trying to make you feel all of his love.
Your heart was beating like crazy and even though you were trying to deny it, the butterflies were dancing in your stomach, your head feeling dizzy from all the emotions he was making you feel. You found yourself thinking about the other kiss you had that night and sadly there was just no comparison between the two.
He started kissing you deeply, his tongue dancing with your own as he pulled you closer with one of his arms.
He let go of your lips when breathing had become hard, still keeping you close. He looked at you, a little smile on his face, before starting to plant sweet kisses all over your face: your forehead, your eyebrows, your eyelids –making your close automatically-, the tip of your nose, your cheeks and then your jawline, inching downward to your neck and then your exposed collarbone, leaving a trail of shivers on your skin where his lips had touched you.
“Wait” you whispered, trying to push him back a little.
He stopped kissing your collarbone and looked at you before kissing you fully on the mouth again, his need for you clear from the way he was holding you tighter and tighter to his chest.
“Tae” you said, escaping from his lips just a second before he took them again, forcing you into a heated kiss you didn’t even have the will to fight.
“Please, wait” you pleaded when he released your lips again before attacking your neck.
“Taehyung wait” you were trying to push him away again “Pl-mph” he didn’t even let you finish your word before kissing you again, desperately.
Deep down he probably already knew what you were going to say, he had sensed it the first time you had tried to push him away and he was so afraid to lose you, to let you go, to hear what you had to say.
You pushed him harder this time, putting enough distance between the two of you so he wouldn’t attack your lips again.
You were breathing hard, your chest heaving up and down, your arms spread in front of you to keep him at distance.
“I’m seeing someone” you spit out, putting the truth out as fast as you could.
His face darkened, his eyes getting sadder by the second.
“I was right about losing you…” he whispered, closing his eyes for a second while nodding, regretting all he did before, including rejecting you when you first confessed to him.
“Did you dress up for him tonight?” he asked out of the blue, scanning you up and down.
You were wearing a black dress that made your body shape stand out, your hair free on your shoulders, curled like you knew Taehyung liked.
You nodded slightly, biting your bottom lip.
“…does he make you happy?” he asked after some seconds, his voice cracking towards the end.
You hated the look on his face and most of all you hated yourself for doing this to him.
He nodded again, some tears escaping from his control before he could stop them. He dried his face and gave you a small smile.
“I was too late… I guess I deserve this” he bit his bottom lip to stop it from quivering and aimed for the door, stopping just a moment to plant a sweet kiss on your head.
“I hope you’ll live a very very happy life, Y/N” he whispered before leaving your house as fast as he could, closing the door behind his back.
You were left alone in the silence of your apartment, your eyes focused on the door, almost waiting for it to open again and bring him back into your life.
You closed your eyes, letting some tears stream down your face before taking out your cellphone to text Jimin.
Tae probably needs you right now. Take care of him for me too, okay?
Your phone rang a few seconds later, a call incoming from Jimin.
You weren’t ready to talk, you just wanted to be alone and sort your feelings out so you just turned your phone off and completely shut down the whole world.

Originally posted by taehyungifs


You opened your eyes, confused on what happened and found some staff around you, looking at you with a worried expression.
You tried to lift yourself up but somebody was fast enough to grab your shoulders and push you down again.
“Stay there, Y/N, the ambulance is coming” you turned to the voice and found the owner of the two hands that were holding you still.
He had a very worried expression on his face, his eyes glossy like he wanted to cry. And suddenly you had remembered everything that happened before. Your goodbye and how everything felt hopeless and the deep pain and then the world turning black.
You woke up to that dream that morning. You dreamt about that time a lot, the last time you had seen Park Jimin.
It was almost funny how you two didn’t meet each other not even once despite you were both working like crazy with your promotions.
You sighed heavily, getting up from your bed feeling as tired as when you had gotten to sleep four hours before. This was going to be a very heavy day, you had a tight schedule and to top all of that you had practice for most of the night preparing for the tour you were going to face in a week.
You unlocked your phone and found some text messages from your family, Kevin and… Jimin.
You furrowed your brows and opened it right away.
Can we meet to talk?
This was completely out of the blue, you didn’t even know how to take this. It had been roughly two months since you two had said goodbye in the backstage of the After School Club. He had never contacted you again and you knew it was because he felt guilty about you passing out but that didn’t stop all of this from hurting you. Actually, him disappearing like that broke your heart even more.
You sighed and texted him back agreeing on meeting at the dorms in an hour. The only free hour of the entire day.
You tried to not let the anxiousness getting the best of you but you were fidgeting the whole ride to his place, checking your appearance in a small mirror every now and then.
You hadn’t exactly dressed up to impress but you had put in a little effort more to look good in front of him. You didn’t even know why you had done that, it wasn’t like you were trying to win him over or something.
You stepped out of the car and with a heavy heart made your way up to their dorm’s door, knocking with your heart beating fast in your chest.
He was going to be alone, so you held your breath when you watched the door open. A second later he was standing there, as handsome as always, a small smile on his lips.
As soon as his eyes landed on you his smile grew and he pulled in into a sweet hug, just like hold times.
“I missed you, Y/N” he said, almost sounding happy, just like you two were meeting as the old times.
“I missed you, too” you whispered, entering the dorms, looking around noticing how many things were different now, including your relationship with him.
He smiled at you and took your hand in his, guiding you to his bedroom, making your eyebrows furrow in confusion. What was this all about?
“So… I thought a lot about how to say this… but I’m not very good with words” he started, fidgeting on his feet in front of the door of his bedroom “So I guess I’ll just show you…” he added, finally opening the door, signaling you to walk through it.
You were beyond confused but you complied anyway; your friendship had ended but not the trust you had in him.
When you walked through the door your eyes got bigger taking in the walls fully covered in pictures of the two of you, letters you had wrote to him, including the one that contained your love confession.
It was beautiful and breathtaking. It was a walk through your friendship and it brought tears to your eyes.
“Today is the third anniversary of our friendship” he said, watching you nervously as you scanned through all the little tokens he had collected through the years.
He had remembered.
You turned to look at him, tears falling from your eyes. This was beautiful and so touching and unexpected.
Without giving it  a second thought you grabbed him and hugged him tight, his arms moving almost instantly to hug you back.
“Thank you so much, this is beautiful” you whispered against his hear before planting a small kiss on his cheek as a thank you.
You had thought he had moved on already, leaving you in the past, but he didn’t. You were still as important to him as he was to you.
“Do you really like it?” he whispered, a pinkish hue on his cheeks.
You watched him as he was crazy and got near to the photos so you could caress them remembering the exact moment you took it.
“You’re kidding right?! This is amazing… I never thought you had kept all of these!” you smiled at one particular photo you took a year prior: he was smiling happily at the camera while you planted a kiss on his cheek, both wearing birthday caps, a huge cake in front of the both of you.
“I love your smile” he said, getting close to you.
You turned to face him and you couldn’t help but blush at that, pulling your hair behind your ear as you did whenever you felt embarrassed.
“And I love it when you do that” he stated, repeating your action so he could brush your face with his gesture.
Your face turned red, you could tell by the heat you were feeling rushing to your cheeks.
“And the way you blush when you get unexpected compliments” he added, even more closer to you. So close your bodies were continuously brushing against each other.
“I love your loving eyes and the way you look at me, making me feel the most special man on earth” he was whispering now, one arm holding your waist, bringing you closer to him.
“I love every single thing about you” he confessed, in the end, brushing his nose with yours, your lips almost touching.
“And I know it took me forever to realize this, but I know now.” He closed his eyes, sighing heavily “I’ve been an idiot to let you go when I had the chance to make you mine… but I won’t make the same mistake if you’ll have me…”
You didn’t know what to say or to think anymore. This was so not what you were expecting and you didn’t even know how to respond to that.
“Please say something” he whispered, brushing his lips with yours once more.
“Jimin…” you whispered, finding yourself inching a bit forward, your eyelids closing briefly as your lips came in contact with his once more.
That small contact gave him the courage he had been lacking up until now and he pressed his full lips against yours, engaging you into a fierce kiss: his arms around your waist, keeping you against his chest, his tongue dancing with yours, your noses brushing every time he would change the inclination of his head so he could kiss you deeply, with all the desire he had been withholding all this time.
You had grabbed his hair with your hands, pulling him closer to you, completely losing yourself inside his kiss.
You realized what you were doing and let go of him, interrupting the kiss while pushing him back, meeting his confused expression.
You had never cheated on someone before, not even with a kiss. But now you had and you couldn’t feel more guilty about it. This wasn’t what you were! And Kevin didn’t even deserve all of this. He was such a nice guy, he really liked you and you liked him too and this wasn’t fair to him and to Jimin as well.
“I’m dating Kevin” you blurted out, taking a step back from him.
His eyes got bigger by the second until he realized what you just told him and he took a step back as well, looking to the ground.
“I see” he whispered, a pained expression on his face.
“I’m sorry…”
“No… I’m sorry… I should have cherished you when you were here”
he closed his eyes, taking a shaky breath.
You didn’t know what to say, honestly, you didn’t think there was anything to be said. You had broken his heart, you had cheated on a wonderful guy and at the end of the day you didn’t deserve neither of them.
You left the dorms without saying anything else, your throat hurting for all the unshed tears and locked yourself inside your house, not caring about all the managers calls or your schedule or anything else. Nothing mattered anymore.

Originally posted by sugaglos


You had been dancing for hours now, your body was starting to get heavy, your muscles too tired to keep going, but you didn’t care and kept moving at the top of your energy, your breathing shallow, the tiredness threatening to win over  your willpower.
You were so engrossed in your dancing you didn’t even notice the person that had entered the room, barely registering the movement with the corner of your eyes.
You just kept dancing, over and over again, trying to master to perfection your choreography for the MAMA awards. Whenever you thought about taking a break or giving up you could hear Jungkook’s voice telling you how unprofessional you had been and how badly you had danced the first time you had rehearsal together.
Nothing had hurt more than that and you didn’t want to feel like that ever again. It made you feel worthless, like you weren’t good enough for anything or anyone. And you had cried for hours because of that.
But if there was one thing you were good at that was dancing and you were going to show it to him and to everyone.
You spun around, your face twitching a little for the pain in your left ankle and came to face the mirror again, ready to go into the next move when your world started swaying really badly, making you lose your balance. You stumbled on your feet trying to remain upright but eventually your legs gave in and you found yourself falling to the ground.
“Y/N!” somebody called your name and got you before you would hit the ground painfully.
Before you could realize what was going on that person lifted you up, bridal style, preventing you from losing your balance again.
Your head was still spinning pretty badly so you closed your eyes, leaning towards the chest of the stranger that had got you in time.
“Hey, hey, Y/N!” the panicked voice made you open your eyes again and finally you recognized your ‘savior’. Jungkook.
When he saw you opening your eyes he exhaled relieved that you were okay and carefully put you to the ground again, grabbing your hand to keep you steady while you seated on the floor, catching your breath.
“Are you okay?” he asked, concern clear in his voice.
You hummed, closing your eyes, before lying down on the floor to give rest to your muscles.
“When did you eat the last time?” he asked, breaking the silence once more.
“I’m not sure” you confessed, covering your eyes with your arm, still catching your breath.
“You should take better care of your health” he whispered, sighing heavily.
“I had more important things to do than eat” you answered, a bit too snappy.
Two seconds later you were sitting again because he had lifted you up so he could look into your eyes.
“Like what?! Over-working yourself to death?! There’s nothing more important than your health!” he was furious, his eyes were dark and his voice tense. He was still holding your wrist, his hold a bit too tight to be comfortable.
“I thought you wanted me to be perfect” you whispered, unable to hold his gaze a second longer.
His heart skipped a bit when he realized this was all his fault. He had tried to encourage you to do better but he just made you feel like you weren’t good enough.
What he wanted was for you to put aside your feelings for him to not let them come in the way of your career after all the work you had done. But he had failed, hurting you when that was the last thing he wanted to do.
“Not at the cost of your health” he whispered, searching for your eyes.
“Why do you even care?” you snapped at him, pulling your wrist out of his grasp, tears forming in your eyes.
He watched you with his mouth wide open, finding it hard to believe you had to ask that. Of course he cared about you, in fact he cared even more than you thought he did. But he had failed to make you understand that too.
“I care about you…” he said, his brows furrowing.
“You have a funny way to show it…” you whispered to yourself before getting up, your breathing back to normal now.
You turned your back on him, ready to leave him the room to practice  like he clearly intended to do in the first place.
“I’m sorry” he whispered, loud enough for you to hear it.
There was something in his voice that caught your attention. You turned a little to land your gaze on him and what you saw made your heart clench: his face was sad, sadder than you ever saw it, his eyes were glossy with unshed tears and his lips were quivering.
Jungkook wasn’t someone who cried a lot, in fact he hated to cry, especially in front of other people.
“I didn’t mean to make you feel like you weren’t good enough. I… I didn’t mean to make you feel unloved or unworthy or… or not cared for.” He lifted his gaze on you, looking as a lost puppy.
“It’s alright, Jungkook” you said, shrugging your shoulders, turning again so you could leave him be in peace. You really didn’t want to make him feel guilty.
Your head started spinning again and you lost your balance for the second time that night. He was very fast again, he had jumped on his feet and had grabbed your wrist, preventing you from falling to the ground and hurt yourself.
“You should lie down” he said, his expression turning into a worried one again. You had tried to shake your head, to tell him that you were fine but the stern look he gave you made you comply and you found yourself lying down on the floor again. This time though, he had no intentions on letting you go.
He had brought one arm around your shoulders and he was holding you tight against his chest, caressing your head lovingly.
“I was scared your feelings for me would make you lose focus about work and I know how hard you trained to get to where you are now… I didn’t want to hold you back” he said, sighing heavily.
“But I want you to understand that you are good enough. You’re an amazing dancer, Y/N. That was never in doubt. And you’re a wonderful person: you’re kind, sweet, friendly, hard-working, selfless…”
He was looking at you, stroking the air out of your forehead, his touches tender and feather like.
You wanted to fight the warmness in your chest provoked by his gestures but you couldn’t help but feel loved in that moment and you found yourself leaning  forward until your head was comfortably resting on his chest.
You were starting to doze off when he whispered, more to himself than to you:
“God, I love you so much…”
Your head shot up and you looked at him, confused by what he just said. He had a shocked expression on his face, a red hue appearing on his cheeks when he realized he had said that out loud.
“What did you just say?” you asked, your heart beating fast in your chest.
He bit his bottom lip and before you could realize what was going to happen he had crushed his lips on yours, bringing you closer to him.
You wanted to fight back but you couldn’t find the strength to push him away when he was kissing you like that, conveying all of his love in that kiss. This was all you ever wanted. You had pictured it so many times and now it was happening. His kiss was fiercer than you expected, his hands gripping your waist to bring you on top of him so he could kiss you better, deeply.
You moaned inside the kiss when he turned you around, making your back hit the floor so he could climb on top of you.
You had started to lose the track of time, you didn’t even realize you were making out in the middle of the practice room where anybody could find you. You had stopped thinking altogether, lost in the sensation of his body against your own, his lips battling with yours into a searing kiss.
Jungkook stopped kissing you and looked up when a stranger voice called for your name.
You got up, your heart beating fast inside your chest, dreading to see who had just walked in on you two.
When you saw YBF/N looking at you with a hurt expression you felt your heart sink. You had just cheated on the guy you had been dating for the past two weeks and he had to witness the whole thing.
You got up when he stepped back, shaking his head before leaving the practice room, storming out in anger.
You were ready to run after him when Jungkook grabbed your arm, looking at you confused.
“Who is he?”
“My boyfriend”
you whispered, pulling your arm back so he’d let go of you. The look he gave you shuttered your heart even more.
“…you’re seeing someone else?” he asked, furrowing his brows in confusion.
“I’m sorry…” you whispered, your eyes landing on the door again. You didn’t want to leave Jungkook behind but you also wanted to run after YBF/N to explain or at least apologize for what you had done.
“Go after him if you want to…” he whispered, his eyes falling to the ground.
With tears in your eyes you spun around and ran through the door trying to catch up with YBF/N.
You knew you just broke Jungkook’s heart too and you couldn’t hate yourself more for what you did to both guys.
Jungkook had said you were a good person, that you were good enough to be loved, but he couldn’t have been more wrong than that. You didn’t deserve neither of them.
Jungkook’s heart had sink down when you chose to run after the other guy. He had quietly grabbed his staff, tears streaming down his face without him being able to control them, and he had left the studio, blaming himself for everything.

Originally posted by shitjeon

Yeah, I’m finally done with it, LOL
Next part is going to be the Epilogue ♥ I’m so sorry I turned this request in a chaptered fan fiction basically, LOL Aaaah, this went way beyond the line XD
I’m really glad for all of your support by the way, love ya ♥

saisai-chan  asked:

i am genuinely worried about if Bakugou ate at all when he had that medal in his mouth tbh

Oh look I wrote a fic! Sorry if the characters are ooc.

Medal Mouth

In which it takes the intervention of a certain teacher to talk some sense into Bakugou to take the medal out of his mouth after hearing from his classmates that Bakugou hasn’t eaten in two days and is being ridiculed by upperclassmen.

The celebration after the awards ceremony of the sports festival was to be expected. Spectators and students alike packed into the mess hall to eat the feast Lunch Rush and the other chefs had prepared. Izuku squeezed out line, careful not to jostle his plate.

“Midoriya! Over here!” someone called. Izuku turned his head and saw Iida and Uraraka waving him over.

Izuku took a seat next to Iida. Kirishima and Kaminari were at the other end of the table. Bakugou was scowling at them both his medal still hanging from his mouth.

“Don’t tell me you’re not hungry after all that happened!” Kirishima quirked a brow.

“Yeah! You gotta eat something Bakugou even a little rice.” Kaminari chimed in as he took a bite of his own rice.

“What’s the matter with him?” Izuku asked Iida.

“Bakugou hasn’t touched the food since he sat down. Kirishima gave him, his rice thinking Bakugou just didn’t want to stand in line, but Bakugou still hasn’t opened the chopsticks.” Iida replied. Izuku hummed in thought. Bakugou said anything about not liking Lunch Rush’s food. Why won’t he take the medal out of his mouth? he wondered. Kirishima was right though Bakugou needed to eat something to replenish his strength or he was going to end up in Recovery Girl’s office.

“To Medal Mouth!” someone shouted from the table next to them. Kirishima scowled at them and hissed at them to shut up. Bakugou’s eyes darkened.

“Medal mouth?” Izuku whispered.

“It’s what people have been calling since the awards ceremony.” Uraraka answered in a hush as they watched Kaminari and Kirishima try to calm Bakugou down.

With the way his teeth was gritting it was a surprise that Bakugou hadn’t bit clean through the fabric of the ribbon. Someone started flicked food at Bakugou, that only added fuel to the fire, it wouldn’t be long till he exploded. A faint sizzling and popping sound could be heard at the table.

“Kacchan no!” Izuku reached out to stop Bakugou when he stood up. Kirishima had reached across the table and restrained one hand. Iida was standing as well ready to hold him back. Uraraka covered her mouth as a bowl of rice came flying at Bakugou’s head.

The blonde closed his eyes as the hot food spilled down his face. He raked a hand down his face, angrily wiping away the wasted food. He shot the boy responsible a death glare. Bakugou huffed when his quirk wouldn’t activate. That could only mean one thing. He saw the whole thing.

Aizawa placed a hand on Bakugou’s shoulder and guided him out of the mess hall. Laughter and calls of Medal Mouth were the last thing he heard.

Aizawa lead him to an empty classroom. The classroom looked surprisingly dated compared to the rest of the rooms. The paint was faded and there were few desks.

“Let it out.” Aizawa said after he closed the door. “I know you’re dying to” he sighed" might as well not take it out on someone else.“ Aizawa leaned against the door. He wished he’d brought his sleeping bag, but decided it was for the best as Bakugou started his onslaught.

Bakugou started with the desks. They each splintered and cracked under the pressure before exploding completely. The medal in his mouth was swinging loosely as he raged. Aizawa was impressed he still had this much stamina, but didn’t think he’d hold up much longer.

Bakugou was thrusting his palm at a wall, but the blast was weak and only left a black stain. He stared at his shaking hand, his anger flaring up. He tried hitting the wall again. Aizawa sighed at his stubborn student. “It’s not working because you’re running out of stamina. You need to see Recovery Girl.”

Bakugou backed against the wall that. Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose and moved toward him. “You can either walk on your own or I’ll carry you myself.” he stated. Bakugou scowled and turned back to attack the wall.

“Alright then.” The world went black.

Aizawa was annoyed. How exactly was he supposed to carry him anyway? Aizawa groaned, deciding to pick the boy up in his arms. Why did I do this? he asked himself. A voice in the back of his head told him it was because he cared. Aizawa placed the medal on Bakugou’s chest and began his walk to the nurse’s office.

Recovery Girl scolded Aizawa for knocking Bakugou out. Aizawa apologized, taking a seat as the nurse began to work. “What’s this I hear about Medal Mouth?”

Aizawa ran a hand over his face. He was tired. “It’s a name the other students came up with at the awards ceremony for him.”

“I take it none of your students are calling him that?”

“As far as I know they’re not.” Aizawa answered.

“You don’t show it often, but you do care about your students, Aizawa.” Recovery Girl observed as she finished putting an IV in Bakugou’s arm. She returned to her seat.

“Don’t tell them that or they’ll think I’m going soft.”

“He should be fine, we’ll just have to wait until his strength is back up.” Aizawa nodded and took that as his cue to return to his class.

Bakugou blinked awake. There was a light pain in his arm. He turned his head and saw the IV. Panicking he scrambled trying to get out of the bed.

“Ah you’re awake, I see!” Recovery Girl smiled. “How are you feeling?”

“Wh-what the hell is this?” Bakugou croaked, gesturing to his arm. He started coughing. Recovery Girl offered him a glass of water. Bakugou nearly swatted it away out of habit, but took the glass and downed it.

“That IV was keeping you alive.” Recovery Girl said simply. She took the glass from Bakugou and placed it on the bedside table. “Now I asked how you were feeling.”

Bakugou grit his teeth and flopped back on the bed. “I don’t feel like talking.”

Recovery Girl pursed her lips. Surely the boy was hungry. “Are you hungry?”

“No,” came the answer; however, his stomach betrayed him when it let out a growl. “Can I go home?”

Recovery Girl glanced at the clock. It was getting late. “Only if you promise to eat something when you get home.”

Bakugou grunted and swung his legs off the bed. “Yeah, yeah.” He grabbed the medal off the bedside table and strode out the room.

He placed the medal back in his mouth and stared blankly at the it as he walked. The entire time he was asleep he kept dreaming about the sports festival. Not paying attention, Bakugou walked right into someone.

“Ah Bakugou my boy!” All Might flashed him a smile. “I was just on my way to check on you.”

Bakugou lifted a brow.

“I heard from your classmates that you haven’t eaten and you’ve had some upperclassmen making fun of you.” All Might looked at him concerned.

What’s with everyone’s sudden interest in my damn health? I’m fine dammit. Just leave me the fuck alone. A hand on his shoulder jolted him from his thoughts. “You’ve had that medal in your mouth most of the day. The medal isn’t supposed to be in your mouth.” All Might pointed out. “You’re supposed to wear it around your neck with pride.”

Bakugou scoffed as if to say All Might was the one who put it there. “I apologize my boy, you were being er difficult at the time. I’d like another try if you’d let me.”

Bakugou pondered for a moment before taking the medal out of his mouth. He sighed as he held it out to All Might. All Might took the medal. The ribbon had teeth marks and tears in the fabric. Bakugou bowed his head and clenched his fists. All Might placed the medal around his neck.

Suddenly Bakugou was enveloped in a hug. He squeezed his eyes shut as All Might hugged him tightly. “Everyone’s concerned for you because we care. I care for you, my boy.” he said.

“God dammit!” Bakugou sniffled as tears fell from his eyes. “Fuck!”

All Might patted his back comfortingly until the tears stopped. “Promise me you’ll eat something once you get home, my boy.”

Bakugou nodded. “I will.”

CS ff: “Q&A”

Rating: T for language

A/N: Once, the lovely creature @pompeiiablaze did two sketches: Here’s one, and here’s the other. And they made me want to write a thing. This was supposed to be a little Christmas gift to Pom, but that failed. So now it’s just a slightly belated Birthday gift. For Darling Pom, sorry it took me so long to get my shit together. xoxo

Summary: 3B finale divergence/missing scenes: what happened between the shots of rum that Emma and PastHook were drinking.

“What are you boys playing?”


“Passing closely, I hope.”


“What’s wrong Captain, can’t hold your rum?”



Emma knew damn well what she was doing when she loosened the laces at the top of her corset. She knew damn well, because Hook’s eyes, her Hook (no, not her Hook, her Hook – the Hook she came here with) was exasperated and jealous of himself, clearly exuding what he thought of her plan to get and capture his past self’s attention. He stalked out of the place, temperamental and brooding pirate on the loose, and she practically shoved her chest into Captain Hook’s line of sight. Funny thing about that? He stared at her eyes the whole time.

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