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Dunkirk Crush.

Request: Harry and Y/N, who works on the Dunkirk set, have quite the crush on each other. 


“I’m going to need you to sit still, Fionn.” You laughed, rolling your eyes at a fidgeting Fionn who sat in a chair, you applying the black paint on his face that would look like oil in the next scene they were filming.

“The brush is tickling me, Y/N.” He said, chuckling.

“Almost done.” You muttered, focusing on your work. “Where’s Harry? He’s next.”

“Last time I saw him was two hours ago when you both were checking each other out by the trailers.”

You blushed, rolling your eyes. “We weren’t checking each other out.”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever you say.” Fionn said sarcastically. You made a face at him before stepping back and putting your brush down.

“We’re done. Now shoo, Whitehead.”

“So you can get to your favourite part, huh?” He smirked, standing up.

You flipped him the bird before putting your hand on your hip. “Call Harry in for me?”

“Harry! Oh prince Harry!” In a high pitch, Fionn called out, making his way out of the dressing and makeup room where you stood.

Harry looked at Fionn who was ready already for the scene who walked towards him, “Your turn, Romeo.”

Harry chuckled, pointing his index finger warningly at his new friend, “Told you not to call me that.”

“I promise I won’t when you ask her out.” Fionn wiggled his eyebrows at him.

“Ask who? Y/N?” Jack asked, taking a bite of his sandwich as he walked towards the pair.

Harry chuckled, rolling his eyes yet didn’t make an effort to deny.

Fionn nodded at Jack who instantly grinned, looking at Harry. “It’s about time, Styles!”

“To do what?” Tom Glynn asked, already clothed in his burgundy sweater.

“Ask Y/N out, get married, have ki-“

“Well excuse me, I have to go to makeup right now.” Harry said with a smile, aware of the teasing he was going to receive as he walked past his co-stars who hollered with encouraging chants and some whistles.

“Break a leg, Styles!” Was what he heard before he knocked on the dressing room’s door, hearing a faint “Come in”

Your head turned towards the person who opened the door, seeing Harry letting himself inside before locking the door. You’d think that after a year of filming and seeing Harry in the military uniform you’d get used to it but that wasn’t the case as seeing him in his uniform still makes your breath hitch in your throat.

“Hi.” Harry grinned, approaching you.

With a giggle, you replied. “Hi.”

Harry pointed at the vacant chair and you nodded, watching as he sat. You turned, beginning to dip your brush in the paint. “How was your day off yesterday?” Harry asked.

“Much needed and very appreciated,” You chuckled. “I tried this sushi place with my little niece, went on an IKEA date with my little brother and went to a small friends reunion at night.”

“You wore yourself out, didn’t you?” Harry laughed lightly, making you join and agree.

“It was eventful.” You looked at him, stepping closer and ignoring the rapid thumping of your heart. “Ready?”

“Colour me.” He closed his eyes with a smile. He looked so aesthetic, you almost didn’t feel like you want to put any colour on his sculpted face. You began gently and slightly covering the areas on his face with the black paint.

“Can’t believe we’re finishing in a month.” You said quietly.

“What are you doing after that? I don’t think you told me.” Harry said with his eyes still closed but still supporting a warm smile.

“I think I’m going to go on a well-earned vacation for a while then just pick what life throws at me. Think I have some offers from people that I need to look at.”

Harry hummed, “Where do you plan on going?”

“Jamaica. I’ve been dying to go there ever since I was a kid.”

Harry opened his eyes, now grinning. “I went there!” He said excitedly.

You gasped, backing a little. “Oh my God, I remember you telling me you did. You have to recommend some places for me.”

“Actually,” Harry cleared his throat, sitting up. “I was considering going there for a week after we’re done with the promo stuff. Before I start my tour.”

You grinned, “Hey, maybe we can fly there together. I’m only going with a couple of my friends and I’m staying for two weeks.”

“Fuck yes!” Harry shouted instantly before his eyes widened, shaking his head, “I mean- I mean I’d love that.”

You giggled. You set your brush down, looking at the black paint on Harry’s cheek. “I need to spread that, do you, uh, mind if I use my hands?”

He smiled, shaking his head. “Work your magic, Y/N.”

Nervously and slowly, your hand touched his cheek.

Harry couldn’t fight how hot his body felt. His forest green eyes looking at your eyes which were trained on spreading the paint on his face so softly. Deciding to take the fact that your eyes weren’t looking at his to his advantage, Harry took in all the details. The faint scar on your face, the curled lashes and just how kissable your lips looked.  

Feeling his eyes on you, you gulped, fighting the urge to place your lips on his.

“Y/N?” It was almost a whisper that fell from his lips.

You hummed in reply, your eyes finally looking at his.

“Is it okay if I kiss you? I can’t wait until Jamaica.” He asked quietly, shaking the nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Instead of a verbal reply, you placed your craving lips on his. Harry’s arms instantly wrapped around your waist, pushing you towards him to place you on his lap.

Molding lips moved in sync and it was nothing like the either of you imagined; it felt unexplainably natural. It felt familiar and loving.

You both pulled away slowly, eyes still closed. Harry smiled, leaning to peck your lips a few more times which made you giggle.

“Do you have any idea how bad I’ve been wanting to kiss you ever since I saw you?” Harry smiled softly, his hand moving up to your cheek.

“As a matter of fact, I might have an idea.” You smiled back at him, leaning towards his soft touch. “We still need to finish that paint.”

Harry chuckled, nodding. “Not letting you get up, though.” He raised a challenging eyebrow at you.

And so, you spent the time on his lap, working on his face as you both talked about your Jamaican plans.

“Fancy going on a date with me? That sushi place you mentioned earlier?” Harry smirked, his strong arms holding you.

“Depends on who is asking me. Harry or Alex?” You smiled teasingly.

“Harry. Always Harry.”

“Then yes. I would love to go on a date with you.”

Needless to say, the cast was a wave of teasing and congratulations upon seeing the exchange of lips locking throughout the day.

Anti and the Septiceye Theory

Okay, I’m writing this as fast as I can to try and make as much sense as possible. I am fully aware this was probably said by accident, but GOSH DARN IT THIS SOME GOOD THEORY MATERIAL.

**cracks knuckles** Here we go.

“Why does my eye hurt all of a sudden? Is the Septiceye coming back to kill me?”

Okay, the reason this stands out to me so much because it calls back to a theory I feel like was buried in the Antipocolypse. It came so late in the game and was buried by so many other things, it became forgotten. I can’t exactly remember how the theory went or who originally posted it, but let me explain it as best as I can remember, then we’ll dive in.

Judgement Day.

August 3rd.

Among all the chaos, Jack fucks up his twitter, as tradition demands it. Everyone panics, and naturally, the amount of chaos and theories, stuff gets buried. Important stuff.

Some people liken the profile picture to the septiceye.

Jack’s signature icon.

And people start to wonder.

What if, the signature septiceye had something to do with Anti?

What if it was his eye?

After all. The septiceye always there, always watching. All of Jack’s social media, Jack’s channel. That was how Anti was able to see everything.

Speculation kind of stopped there.

There were better things to look at.

But now we’re all looking back at the old evidence? I’m glad this buried theory can be brought to the forefront again.

And remember Jack’s specific wording here. The SEPTICEYE COMING BACK TO KILL HIM. NOT ANTI.

Looks like it’s time to have a look at Anti’s connection to the Septiceye. I can’t promise all the answers right now, I need time to think.

But what if the reason Anti is able to see through the Septiceye is part of his origin story?

Where Sean first got… infected?


EVERYONE WELCOME TO DISCUSS!

Promise (NSFW)

Originally posted by calif0rnia-lovers

Frank Castle x Reader

Warnings: smut

A/N: I’m sorry, I’m absolute trash. This is now the fourth fic I’ve written that isn’t a fucking request. I’m a mess. Please enjoy anyway.


You sat on the recliner in the living room anxiously waiting for Frank to get home. He had promised you that he’d stop leaving for so long but of course he had broken his promise. You honestly didn’t even care about how long he was gone, you just wished that he’d call or something just so you would know he was still alive and not in prison.

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What Am I To You? (P. 3)

Summary: Your not sure where your relationship lies with Tae.

Pairing: Kim Taehyung (V)/ Reader

Genre: Angst

Words: 3.3k

Part 1 | Part 2 | Masterlist


What have you done?

“I’m sorry….this is my fault.” You felt your eyes get watery.

“This is my fault as much as yours.” He started. “There is something I need to tell you-” He was cut off by the knocking.

You quickly wiped your eyes and looked out your peep hole.

“It’s Nayeon.” You panicked.

His eyes widen and he went into your bathroom hiding.

You opened the door. “Heyyy.” She sweetly greeted.

“Have you seen Tae?”

“Not since the party.” You answered.

“Hey you okay?” You nodded. “Do you want to get breakfast….I could really eat.” She laughed.

“Yeah of course….but I’m going to take a quick shower.”

“Okay.” Then she turned around and left.

You shut the door and went back towards the bathroom. “You need to leave…like now…before she comes back.” You panicked.

He just looked at you distraught. “We need to talk about-”

“I know okay…..I’m sorry but I promise it didn’t mean anything.”

You thought you were saving you and Taehyung’s friendship but what you really did was shatter his heart with those few words.

He looked down processing what you said.

“Right….of course.” He started to walk away.

“Let’s pretend that it never happened.” He continued and left.

“Tae?” What’s wrong with him? You thought he would be relieved but he wasn’t. He said to pretend it didn’t happen but maybe he couldn’t. Maybe he was upset because you almost jeopardized your friendship.

-

You continued getting ready and met Nayeon in the college cafe. You tried texting Tae and told him you wanted to hangout with him later but he declined. He said he was doing something with Nayeon.

“Took you long enough.” Nayeon mocked once she saw you. “I already got us food.” She giggled.

“Nice….thank you.” You sat down. “So how are you feeling?”

“Surprisingly okay…my roommate gave me some medicine.” She explained.

“That’s good….maybe you should slow down next time.” You laughed.

“Yeah, I don’t even remember anything.” She pouted.

“Well, you were past out pretty early for a party.”

“Can you tell me what happened?”

You gulped almost loud enough for her to hear. “Well…..Tae and I carried you to your room after we found you past out on the couch.”

“Oh okay.” She seemed relieved. “What did you guys do?”

You choked on your drink that you started but ended up spitting it out, coughing for your dear life. You took a bunch of napkins and cleaned up. You felt uncomfortable from all the people staring.

“You okay?” Nayeon looked concerned.

“Yeah, wrong pipe.” You pursed your lips.

“So?” She was waiting for your response.

“Nothing.” You nervously said.

“What do you mean?”

“We were pretty drunk ourselves so we just talked and when I woke up he was gone so I don’t know where he went.” You lied. The memory flashed through your head.

You waking up naked next to him. You felt butterflies just thinking how beautiful he was, especially when he was asleep.

You saw Nayeon staring at you and you immediately felt guilty.

If she ever found out she would be devastated.

You felt like you ruined everything already. The only thing was you couldn’t read Taehyung, like usual.

Was he okay with it or did he hate you now for this dumb mistake that could ruin your friendship forever? Was he heart broken for cheating on Nayeon? You had no idea.

“Why are you blushing?” She smiled. She turned around from where you drifted off to. She looked back at you confused. “Do you have a crush on someone?”

“Oh no.” You avoided the question.

Because, ‘I’m falling for your boyfriend’ is really gonna be a good conversation starter. Not like you’re the one to set them up or anything.

“Come on, you could tell me.”

“Trust me-

"Please, we could double.” She wasn’t giving up.

“Okay.” You flipped through all the guys in your head. Who could you get away with that she doesn’t know?

His name is…….Jungkook.” You actually had a good time with Jungkook last night but you didn’t have a crush on him and you knew Nayeon didn’t know him.

Jungkook may had said he didn’t like her but he said he never met her because she claimed that she wanted Tae all to herself.

“Oh…is he cute?” She winked.

“Sure.” You tried to move on from the awkward conversation. “So what are you and Tae doing later?”

She shrugged. “Not sure…I haven’t talked to him yet today.”

You looked at her confused. Why would Taehyung lie to you? There it was, the sharp pain you kept feeling. Taehyung must hate you. You made your friendship awkward and now you don’t know how to face him. He obviously didn’t want to face you.

-

Nayeon was on her way to look for her boyfriend. She knocked on his door hoping to find him there because he wasn’t in a texting mood today.

As he opened the door annoyingly he was surprised to find Nayeon there with a big smile on her face.

“Hey babe.” She wrapped her arms around Tae bringing her lips to his. He didn’t really respond so she immediately pulled away. “Hey what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just still hungover.” He lied.

He wasn’t in love with Nayeon but he felt guilty. It wasn’t fair to her and he knew that. He cheated on her with you. Even though you were both drunk, that wasn’t an excuse. How was he going to tell her? Taehyung was honest with pretty much everybody. He hated lying, especially something like this.

“Come on.” She pulled him inside and pulled out some pain reliever out of her purse. “Take these.” She handed over a bottle of water.

“So apparently you wanted to do something today?” She continued.

He closed his eyes feeling more guilty. He was caught in a lie. He figured you talked to Naeyon.

“Yeah…maybe we can stay here and watch movies?” He suggested.

“Okay cool.” She said excitingly. “I’m sure we can play some games as well.” She bit her bottom lip hinting of what she really wanted. Taehyung wasn’t ready to have sex with Nayeon. He didn’t have any feelings for her so he felt like it wasn’t moral.

“And also I was thinking we could have a double date.” She was still excited.

“With who?” Taehyung asked confused.

“(Y/N) has a crush on someone and I thought that maybe I could set her up like she did for me.” Nayeon laid her head on Taehyung shoulder.

“Who does she have a crush on?” Taehyung pulled away so he could look at Nayeon.

Taehyung felt the rage and jealousy already and he didn’t even know who yet.

How could you have a crush on someone already and why didn’t you tell him, he thought. He thought you were best friends.

“I don’t know him but she said his name was Jungkook.” She said dumbfounded.

Taehyung stood up aggravated startling Nayeon. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Taehyung started pacing rubbing his forehead frustrated. He felt horrible before but this was an all time low for him. Not only did you break his heart this morning of your regrets of last night but now you had a crush on his best friend. He didn’t know how to express any emotion anymore. His heart just kept shattering step by step.

“What’s wrong?” He almost forgot Nayeon was there.

He had to tell himself to calm down or the truth will clearly be shown. “Nothing, I just can’t believe she never told me.” He said distraught.

“Yeah I had to drag it out of her.” She giggled. “But I don’t know him.”

“I do.” Tae said causing Nayeon to look at him. “He’s my best friend.”

-

Taehyung went over to Jungkook’s dorm immediately as Nayeon asked if he could invite Jungkook into a double date which he knew he never would encourage.

He knocked on the door and it didn’t take him long to answer.

“Hey man, long time no see.” Jungkook teased.

Taehyung just clenched his jaw looking at his best friend.

“What?” Jungkook looked alarmed. He never see Taehyung without a smile. “Tae?” He asked serious.

Taehyung walked past Jungkook into the dorm.

“Hey V.” Jin called him by his other nickname.

Tae didn’t say a word he just nodded.

“Tae Tae what’s wrong.” Jungkook jumped by his side aggressively wrapping his arms around him.

“Everything.”

“Basically I came over to invite you for a double date.” Tae continued.

“Who am I bringing? Jin?” Jungkook teased.

“No….(Y/N).”

Jungkook’s face dropped. “Why?”

“Because (Y/N) has a crush on you.” Tae said emotionless.

“What? That can’t be right?” Jungkook laughed.

“Well she told that to Nayeon so…” Tae said with more attitude.

“Look Tae, even if that was the truth, which it isn’t, I would never do that to you.” Jungkook said sincerely.

“Why does it matter I’m in a relationship and she doesn’t have feelings for me anyway.” Taehyung’s face flushed but no tears came out.

“You’re obviously not happy, why don’t you just break up.” Jungkook suggested.

“I can’t.”

“Why-”

“Because I have no one else.”

“What do you mean?” Jungkook was confused.

“I thought for a split second that maybe (Y/N) had feelings for me but….I don’t know.” Tae looked down. “I just keep setting myself up for disappointment and Nayeon is there and I know how she feels about me so…”

“So….do you have feelings for her?”

Taehyung didn’t answer. “You can’t do this to yourself….its not fair for her or yourself.” Jungkook raised his voice in concern.

“I know….I just need more time, I’m sure it’s there.”

“And what if it isn’t, you going to forget about (Y/N)?” Jungkook had irritation in his voice.

“She doesn’t like me like that.” Taehyung was tired of talking. “And to be honest, I’m sick of waiting for her….I just wish she would stay out of the picture and liking you is not gonna do it.”

Jungkook was shocked by the words of his best friend.

“Are you saying that you don’t want to be her friend?”

“No……..it’s just hard to be around her that’s all.” Tae fell back to lay on Jungkook’s bed.

“Have you thought about telling her how you feel?” Jungkook asked.

“I do all the time, but I know how this works….it could make things awkward.”

“Don’t worry too much Tae.”

“Jin why don’t you make something to cheer him up.”

“That’s okay…Nayeon wants to go out tonight.” Tae started to get up.

“Of course the princess wants your service.” Jungkook nagged.

“Stop.”

-

Jungkook decided to pay you a visit after Taehyung left.

When you answered the door you never expected to see Jungkook of all people. Yes you consider him a friend because of Tae but that was it, you would never intend to hang out unless Tae was there.

“Hi?” You question. “What are you doing here?”

He smiled and walked past you. “So I heard that you had a crush on me.” He smirked.

“Oh no.” You slapped your forehead. “I can’t believe she would just go up to you and tell, what kind of friend does that?”

“Actually Taehyung told me.”

“W-what?” You felt shocked. You never thought that he would hear of your little lie and you prayed he wouldn’t.

“Jungkook….I don’t have a crush on you and please tell that to Taehyung.” You panicked.

“It’s okay, I figured you didn’t….that would be weird.” He sat on your bed.

“Thanks.” You said sarcastically but followed by a chuckle.

“Nayeon was convinced I had a crush so I lied and said it was you to shut her up.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Why do you even hang out with her?”

“I know she’s a pain but she’s sweet.”

Jungkook laughed sarcastically. “That’s funny.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” Jungkook started.

“What?”

“You can’t tell anyone especially Tae.”

“Okay?” You were confused.

“Taehyung is in love with you.”

“What?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “No he’s not.”

“Oh yes he is….has been for a while.”

“You sure?” You were shook.

“Yeah.”

“Why hasn’t he said anything?”

“Because he didn’t want to ruin your friendship.” That was a pretty good reason and also the reason you were afraid to move forward.

Wow.

You couldn’t help but blush. “Why are you smiling like that? Do you like him to?” Jungkook asked in excitement.

“Maybe.” You bit your lip.

“Why don’t you tell him?”

“I wasn’t really sure until last night.” Those words slipped from your mouth that you wish you could take back.

“What happened last night?” Of course Jungkook had to end his curiosity.

“Um-” You didn’t know how to explain. “We sort of had sex.”

“Whoa- what?” Jungkook stood up. “You two?”

You nodded. “Don’t get carried away….we were both drunk and obviously we don’t really remember much…”

“That’s insane.” Jungkook smiled.

“Yup.”

“You guys need to be together.”

“We can’t.” You quickly responded.

“Wait, what?” Jungkook sat back down.

“He’s with Nayeon and she is crazy in love with him, I can’t do that to her.”

“So it’s fake love…..he obviously isn’t in love with her back.”

“It don’t matter….he needs to break things off himself.” You said.

You saw that Jungkook was thinking. “Get ready.”

“Why?”

“Because we are going on a double date.”

-

“I don’t like this, he’s going to be heart broken.” You whispered to Jungkook as you walked up to the diner.

“It’s fine I have a plan.”

What was he planning?

You entered the theater and as soon as Taehyung saw you and Jungkook holding hands his face dropped. He really did like you.

“Hey.” Nayeon greeted. “Why didn’t you tell me he looked like that?” She whispered into your ear.

You just shrugged. This whole thing made you uncomfortable.

“This was our first date.” Nayeon grabbed onto Taehyung’s arm causing you and Jungkook both to roll your eyes. You had such a rage towards Nayeon when she was around Tae.

She always wanted the world to know they were together.

When you found your seats you made a small eye contact with Taehyung. He looked away quickly. He couldn’t even look at you.

You were sat between Nayeon to your left and Jungkook to your right. Taehyung choose to sit as far away from you as possible, more specifically close to the aisle. You felt anxiety.

“Stop worrying.” Jungkook whispered. “He’ll be okay trust me.”

Jungkook made it clear that he didn’t want you saying anything about your feelings. He wanted to convince Taehyung to tell you himself. And to get out of his lousy relationship first.

As the trailers were starting you saw Nayeon fidget in her seat making you draw attention. You saw her scurry her hand over Taehyung’s thigh.

Your heart was beating from your rage. You wished you never had that double date which started their relationship. There you said it.

She was really asking for it. She brought her hand closer to his fly palming the area. Taehyung gave a falsely smile and grabbed her hand to hold instead. It was his sweet way to tell her no.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asked.

“Nothing.” You gave a fake smile.

Jungkook leaned forward and looked in the direct you were previously. He saw that Nayeon was once again trying with Tae. You looked over and saw her bring her hand down under his waist line of his jeans.

“I’m going to use the restroom.” He sat up and walking down the aisle. Jungkook nudge you to go after him.

“I have to use it to.” You got up nervously and followed Taehyung’s footsteps. When you entered the lit up hallway, you saw him sitting on one of the benches looking distraught.

“Hey.” You sat down next to him.

He glanced at you but turned away quickly.

“What’s with you?” You poked him. “Why do you hate me?” You said it as a tease but you felt like he really did.

He let out an audible sigh. “Why do we call each other friends when you can’t even talk to me?”

“Tae-”

“My best friend (Y/N)? Why didn’t you tell me.”

You know Jungkook told you not to say anything but you didn’t have to tell him everything.

“I don’t have a crush on Jungkook.”

He looked at you confused.

“Nayeon insisted that I had a crush and wouldn’t shut up about it….so I lied.”

“Why Jungkook?” He asked.

You shrugged. “Jungkook’s my friend and I knew that she never met him so I didn’t think this would happen.”

Taehyung still looked confused. “Your friends are weird Tae.” You giggled.

Finally, he smiled at you.

You leaned your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around you bringing you closer. You wished he would just be honest with you so you can both be happy.

“Tae.”

“Yeah?”

“I want you to know that you can tell me anything….never hold back the things you keep bottled up, because you’ll regret them later on.”

He looked down at you thinking but said nothing. He was clearly not ready and you understood.

You grabbed his hand that was holding onto you and circled it back so you can hold it properly. You leaned your head back down to enjoy the moment.

“There-”

You both jumped from the voice that ruined the peace. You both looked down the hall seeing Nayeon staring at you both. Her usual brighten up face was no where to be seen.

You couldn’t read her expression but it was definitely serious.

“You’re missing the movie.” She lowered her voice as you and Tae made your way over.

She quickly grabbed Tae’s hand and went back inside leaving you alone. You were taken back from her attitude. Did she think something happened?

The movie wasn’t all that good, its hard for horror movies to be scary now of days.

“I’m gonna run to the bathroom quick.” Nayeon announced. You were staring off into space until she called your name to join her.

What is this high school?

You leaned on the sick waiting patiently for her to finish. When she was done, you almost swear she was glaring at you as she washed her hands.

“Good?” You pursed your lips and turned around.

You jumped from the fact that she grabbed your arm aggressively to stop you from walking out the door.

You raised your eyebrows at her to question her actions.

“Do I really need to warn you to stay away from Tae?” She was acting crazy.

“Excuse me?” You sassed.

“You heard me….your going to stay away from Taehyung from now on.”

“That’s not happening.” You laughed sarcastically. “Did you forget who got you two together?”

“I’m not an idiot (Y/N)…. I know you’re in love with him.”

“You’re crazy.” You tried to turn around again but she stopped you. “Let go of me.” You clenched your jaw.

“It’s funny how you could of easily had him but now that he’s unavailable you want him….wow desperate much?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You couldn’t believe she was acting this cold towards you.

“I’m being defensive….I’m not gonna let a slut like you take my boyfriend.”

You aggressively got out of her grasp and made your way out of the bathroom in rage.

Walking away you were on the verge of tears. This was your friend. So you thought. How could she act like this?

When you got closer to the boys, they both gave you a questioning look.

“Let’s go.” You tugged Jungkook’s arm.

“Hey what’s wrong?” Taehyung grabbed your hand.

“Nothing’s wrong Tae, but it will be.” You glanced back at Nayeon who was making her way over. Taehyung followed your eyes and when he looked back at you, you were already out the door.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong?” Jungkook asked.

“You were right.” He looked at you. “Shes crazy.”

Jungkook smirked. “I’m worried for Tae, he needs to get away from her.”

Jungkook’s smirk quickly faded. “So new plan….get him to breakup with crazy.”

-

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Chose Wisely (Mitch Rapp x Reader)

A/N: What up bitches?!?! This is probably the most I’ve posted in like years so be fucking proud of me. Haven’t seen American Assassin YET but I’ll probably go with my friend to see it on Friday.

Pairing: Mitch x Reader, Stiles x Reader (mentioned)

Fandoms: American Assassin x Teen Wolf (will I ever write normal fics again??)

Warnings: smut, blow jobs, fingering, teasing, squirting the usual, some smoking and a lot of cursing, ANGST

Word Count: 8000+

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Hi, cutie pies!

So, the blog has become very centered around asks lately! This isn’t a bad thing, obviously. I’m still very happy with the stories that I’m putting out there for you guys to read, and I feel like (I sincerely hope) that you guys are still enjoying them. But it’s also really hard for you guys to keep up with them if you aren’t there to read them in the moment.

To fix that, I’ve added tags for each story thread (going back a little ways in the blog) that you guys can search and then go through whenever. I’m still working on it. I’m going to attempt to go back as far as when we brought back Walter (yes, many eons ago), but right now, the more recent things that I’ve completed are:

Google 2.0–MadPat repairs Oliver after he was damaged by Anti.

Split–Host’s cabin reappears, and so does the Author.

Question of Redemption–Dark has to make a change.

So far they’re in order from newest to oldest. There are also a few asks included with Advocates for Chaos (Peevils and Mare becoming friends) and Monster Inside (Schneeple’s recovery).

That’s all for now. I know that I haven’t posted just a whole lot lately, but I’ve been giving myself some personal time and de-stressing (I’ve been so stressed, like “anxiety attack” levels of stressed). I painted today! I never get to paint anymore, and it was great. But thanks a bunch for all the crazy times we’ve been having recently; thanks for not rioting and knocking on my door with pitchforks and torches yet. I promise things will calm down a bit for a while!

I mean I’ve got to save something for Halloween, right? XD

But anyway, you’re all awesome. Stay gold, cutie pies!

Highlights from one page of TV Guide, May 6, 1995:

  • Chris Carter accurately promises surprises for Anasazi.
  • Chris Carter explains how Irresistible was about what made Scully afraid.
  • Humbug is called “that ‘circus of the strange’ episode.”
  • Chris Carter was already tired of being asked about Scully-Mulder romance before the end of season 2. 
  • “Anderson and Duchovny: Strictly platonic.
Left at the altar but never unloved

I know you might hate me for this if you are still around, but I’m going to change your prompt a little and only write for Saeran and make it a ficlet instead. I think the whole prompt just fits him the best with the flowers – since he knows the language – the silent pining for MC and the revenge!

I really hope you still enjoy it, even if it’s just Saeran :3

Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Rating: Teen and Up
Warnings: A tiny bit of smut at the end but not really
Categories: F/M
Relationships: MC x Saeran
Word count: 2225



Falling in love had never been something Saeran had considered for himself. In fact, his entire life had been a row of events proving him over and over that he was entirely undeserving of it. Not just being loved, he’d never known what that even felt like, but the notion of falling in love.

Falling in love was something for good and pure people to experience. He was neither. Tainted by his dark past and filled with rage and hate for the world and himself, Saeran didn’t dare hope that he’d ever get to experience such a feeling.

When the pain of loneliness threatened to crush him, he convinced himself that he loved Rika. The symptoms were there – at least from what he read in books – and when he was with her, he didn’t feel like he was drowning within himself. Of course he loved her. Or so he thought.

The moment you stepped into his life, Saeran realized just how wrong he’d been in that assumption. It had taken him years to so much as warm up to Rika and yet all it took you was your sweet, sincere smile and those heartfelt words he felt burn into his chest.

Loving you made him forget what it felt like to hate himself. It made his steps a little lighter and his laughter a little brighter. The center of his entire world shifted onto you and he would have done anything, anything at all, to be make you happy.

That is how Saeran learned the difference between devotion and love. He would have followed Rika’s last command, going as far as to read it from her lips. He would have died for her without thinking twice about it. For you he wanted to live.

What Saeran hadn’t anticipated, however, was just how all consuming love could turn out to be. All his life he’d mocked V for his blind devotion to Rika, his pathetic attempts to return to her when she’d shunned him in every way humanly imaginable.

It wasn’t until you announced your engagement to another man that he grew to respect V. It felt like his entire world had shattered to pieces, all purpose ripped from him. How V had managed to survive that feeling remained a mystery to Saeran.

It was nothing short of a miracle that he was capable of doing the same. Dreaming about seeing you in a wedding dress, overjoyed to begin a new chapter of your life – even if it was with a man other than him – was his saving grace as much as it was his downfall.

The year leading up to the wedding passed by in a blur. While Saeran was present for most of the important decisions and planning none of them really registered in his mind, not with him around. It felt too much like one of his nightmares he was still waiting to wake from.

The worst part was, he hated no one more than himself. Not even the groom to be. He was charming, handsome and well off. The man could offer you all those things Saeran couldn’t. He’d never been good enough for and it was his own fault for allowing hope to bubble within him.

It wasn’t until he saw you in your wedding dress for the first time, mere hours before the ceremony, that reality sunk in and Saeran felt like he was drowning once more. You were the most beautiful creature he’d even laid his eyes upon and he was giving you away to another man.

Saeran had never wanted to die as much as he’d wished for it in that moment. Until you turned to him, cheeks heated and lip worried between your teeth, shyly asking him whether you looked good or not. Despite how nervous you must have felt you were radiating joy.

The murmured of the guests waiting for the wedding to begin could be heard. You rested your delicate hand on Saeran’s arm, ready to walk down that aisle and marry the man you thought to be the love of your life. For a few short moments, all was good. 

All was good…until Zen came rushing in surprising the both of you. Saeran noticed the strange look in his eyes long before he was the flowers and that disgusting note he would have loved to have burned to ashes right then and there. 

Saeran had always thought he’d experienced all the pain there was to experience in the world. He’d felt it all, had his entire world shattered and every hope destroyed. He was wrong. Seeing your world shattered hurt a million times more.

Your fiancé had decided to leave you and on your wedding day at that. He’d send a bouquet of black roses and short, painful note explaining that he’d run away with another woman. Saeran promised himself that he’d make the dramatic asshole pay.

The events that followed once again turned into a blur, but for entirely different reasons. Saeran made sure that everything happened fast, trying not to draw it out and thereby minimize your pain. Well, minimize it as much as he could in the face of such tragedy.

He told Zen to inform the RFA. Jumin informed the guests and Jaehee escorted them out. Yoosung, Saeyoung and V cleaned everything up and Saeran somehow managed to get you home safely, staying by your side throughout the entire night.

The worst part was how little you cried. It would have killed him to see you cry but he would have gladly comforted you for however long it took you to smile again. You holding back and feeling numb was something he wasn’t equipped for.

You changed after that day. Your steps became heavier and your smiles dimmed. It was like someone had turned out the bright light that had shone within you. Saeran didn’t know how to turn it back on, but he knew how to make that person pay. 

And making him pay Saeran did…in every way non-physical and provable. Technically he could have tortured the asshole, he still had all the means to it, but Saeran knew that deep in your heart you still cared for the man and wouldn’t appreciate it.

Instead he opted for ruining his business by leaking the right information to the right people. Saeran also seduced the little wench the man had taken off with, effectively taking her from him as well and then made sure that his fortune was given to less fortunate people.

He took everything from the man and it still didn’t feel like it was enough. Not when you hadn’t logged into the messenger in a month. Not when you barely ate anymore. Not when your smile didn’t reach your eyes anymore. Not when you were still so broken…

He realized, that revenge wasn’t the answer. Not for you, at least. You weren’t Rika. You were good and pure and deserved all the love in the world to make up for everything that scumbag had taken from you. Saeran understood then, that it was time to return the favour.

He visited you every day from that moment on. He made sure that you ate at least two full meals, three if he managed to convince you. He sat beside you as you stared at the wall for hours, expression blank. He hugged you tight when you started to cry eventually.

He brushed your hair when you couldn’t motivate yourself. He helped you clean when you finally suggested it to him. He tugged you in every night and woke you up when the nightmares came. He became the anchor you’d once been to him.

A couple of weeks passed like that and step by step you started to open up again like a flower after a storm. Your nightmares ebbed away and the tears didn’t last anymore. You started to sing in the shower again and eat three meals you made yourself.

Saeran felt so happy his chest could have burst. Seeing you laugh at a joke he’d made after such a long time of sorrow would be a memory he would cherish for the rest of his mortal life and maybe even beyond. Making you happy was truly his calling.

However with joy often came sadness and while Saeran knew such thoughts were selfish, he was disappointed to note that you no longer needed his help. You were finally strong enough again to stand by yourself and he would only be dragging you down.

What he didn’t expect was to find you standing in front of his door a week later, wet to the bone from the horrible rain. You were shaking, skin almost sickly pale. He instantly rushed you in and wrapped a thick blanket around you before getting a towel to dry your hair himself.

You sat there silently, eyes wide as you looked at him as if you were seeing him for the very first time. It was a strange feeling, being stared at like that. Saeran’s hands slowed before coming to a stop still resting on each side of your head with the towel hanging down your face.

“It’s you”, you whispered, slowly reaching out. You carefully cupped his face, thumbs brushing over the soft skin of Saeran’s cheek. You watched in awe as his eyes fluttered shut and he leaned into your touch like he was starving for it. It broke your heart.

“The entire time you were right before my eyes and yet I didn’t see you at all”, you continued. “I’m so sorry, Saeran. So, so sorry.” His eyes flew open, surprise written all over his face. He shook his head, turning it so he could press a kiss to your head.

“No, it’s my fault”, he replied, instantly continuing when he saw you were about to protest. “I loved you from the moment you smiled at me for the first time but I was too scared and broken to tell you as much. Well now you’ve fixed me and I am no longer scared.”

Your eyes locked for a long moment, searching for a reason to stop. When neither of you found one Saeran finally closed the distance between the two of you. Your lips met in an agonizingly slow kiss, the sweetest torture Saeran had ever experienced.

Both of you were tentative, slowly allowing yourself to explore each others mouths. You could feel Saeran’s tongue trace your lips and you gladly parted them, inviting him to deepen the kiss. He happily obliged, claiming your mouth in the most gentle of manners.

You could tell he was holding back, almost as if he was scared you would push him away. You did quite the opposite, burying your hands in his hand as you climbed into his lap. You’d doubted many things in your life but not this. Never this.

The two of you kissed for a long time, bodies grinding against one another as arousal began to rise within you. You could feel the beginning of an erection poking against your long wet sex, a low moan falling from your lips only to be swallowed by his.

He stopped the kiss then, only for the briefest of moment, before lifting you up and carrying you to his bedroom. There he put you down on the bed, spreading you out like a piece of art. He hovered over you, devouring you with his hungry eyes.

Never had a man aroused you as much simply by looking at you. Luckily, Saeran wasn’t done. Instead he undressed you, taking his time and admiring every bare inch of you that was revealing to him. He did not take as much time shedding his own clothes.

That night, Saeran took you apart. With his eyes. With his words. With his mouth and his body. He claimed you as his, whispering all the things into your ear he’d never dared to say before. He took you apart, worshipping every inch of you until both of you found your final release.

Hours later he was lying awake as he watched you sleep peacefully, Saeran was utterly blissful. He didn’t want to sleep, no matter how sated his body and heavy his lids might have been for reality had finally turned out to be better than even his wildest dreams.

It was during those tranquil hours of the night that Saeran realized another thing about love: It is dangerous. It makes you vulnerable. It opens your heart and your chest, allowing someone to march in and mess you up. 

But if the person is right, the reward will be worth all the pain you might have endured beforehand. For every time you felt like you were drowning you will feel like you are soaring. If the person is right, you’ll learn what it truly feels like to love and live.

So the lovely @shakespeare-and-sunshine​ left a comment on my fic using the phrase “adorable Isak-warming hands”, and I I loved the description so much that I had to write a little drabble around it. Thanks for the inspiration. :)

Isak never says that he’s not ok, but he says that he’s cold.

It’s something Even’s picked up on, the same way he’s noticed that Isak doesn’t like sleeping with the door closed and needs to know where their cat is before they go out.

Isak will complain that he’s read the same paragraph ten times and hasn’t retained a fucking thing while studying. Before Even can suggest taking a break, he’ll move on to mumbling about how their building’s too cheap to turn the heat on.

When they have their weekly dinner with Isak’s dad, Isak always nudges Even and asks, “Are you cold? I’m fucking freezing.”

And some nights, Isak will shift and squirm against Even until Even asks if he needs to talk, if there’s a reason he can’t sleep. Isak will always respond, “I’m just cold.”

During one of those sleepless nights, he moved Even’s hand so it was resting on top of his own. “Better?” Even asked.

“Mm. You have warming hands.”

“Warming hands?”

“It’s like putting gloves on after you’ve been out in the snow. It’s like I’m thawing.”

“So, what you’re saying is that I have a superpower.”

“Sure, Even.”

“I can melt people.”

“Fucking useless superpower.”

Even disagreed, thinking about the other ways his hands warmed Isak. He used them to bake Isak cardamom banana bread with hot cocoa to wash it down. He used them to text Isak at precisely 11:18AM every morning he had school, consulting with Jonas to determine when Isak was at his peak crankiness and most needed a boost. He used them to draw Isak the cartoons he found in a shoebox when they moved, the ones Isak fucking saved in a shoebox. 

He used them to tease Isak, touching him in ways that made Isak want to be touched. He used them to hold Isak back from fights he didn’t actually want to get in. He used them to remind Isak that he’s so fucking loved, even when Even couldn’t find the right words to express it. 

“It’s working,” Even whispered, running his free hand up-and-down Isak’s back. “You’re thawing.”

“Villain.”

“I took an oath. I promised to use my powers for good and not for evil.”

“Oh yeah? What’s the oath?”

“I just said it. ‘I promise to use my powers for good and not for evil.’“

He made Isak laugh. That was nice. 

“And,” Even continued. “I promise to always keep Isak Valtersen warm.”

2

Hey Tay! In case you happen to stumble across this (and it’s totally fine if you don’t; it’s an update for some other amazing tumblr people who may not know as well!), a lot has changed in the past few years, both for better and for worse. Leyton’s “father” and I got divorced and he moved back to Texas, and our worlds here got flipped a bit upside down.  In about two weeks, it’ll be a year since he last heard from him.  I often put the blame on myself, and for reasons I don’t even know or understand. I feel like I have let Leyton down by being his only parent here, even if I know I can’t force someone to make that kind of heartbreaking decision.  It breaks my heart, but luckily enough he was young enough so that he’s been handling it far better than I think I would have if I were him (my strong little guy!)  My esteem and trust in the fact that people could actually care about me is constant battle and something I really struggle with because of it now, but I’m working on it. Far more positive things are to come here. 💜 

  In fact, in some ways, things are so much better.  Day to day life and wondering what’s next and some worries that plague me can be a struggle, BUT I feel more myself than I have in a very long time. I forced myself to lose weight with the help of my best friend doing the same alongside me (who has taken L and I in like family and who I’m so immensely grateful for) for my health and mental well being, and I feel like I am far more able to be the person I really am. Even my family has noticed the difference. I have gotten much closer to my (half)sister. I have made some amazing friends through this fandom who have become like family to the both of us, thanks to you. I am so grateful beyond words for them, you have no idea. 

There’s some big things coming up here that I have to contend with, but I so often think of your past support and how it’s helped me get through the toughest times, and know it will do the same again going forward.  I look at your own strength during your hardest times, through all the untrue things people have accused you of and your difficult trial, and it reminds me to be strong as well. I think of what you did for Leyton, and know how it’ll be a constant memory from his young years of something good rather than something negative.  This time period doesn’t have to just be about when daddy left, it can be a memory of when Taylor did something really amazing for me and how loved I am. I imagine- and dread- that one day he’ll ask why he left, and I worry that he thinks all people will leave. But I do everything in my power to be the strongest I can be for him and to always show him that there will always be people who are there for you and stay by your side (you’ve taught him this too, by your constant support.)  He smiles- as you can see here!- often, and is capable of such happiness.  He’s loving and adores you (he’s obsessed with LWYMMD, by the way!) and talks about/asks about you so, so often. And in the end, those things are what is most important to me: that he’s happy, that he’s loving, that he’s loved, and knows he’s loved (because I never want him to struggle with that like I and many others have), and I truly believe the memories and reminders of that special day help him with that.  It helps his mom with many things, too. From the bottom of my heart, Taylor, thanks for always being by our side.  I promise the same for you, always. 💜  

I hope that if nothing else, that anyone who sees and takes the time to read this remembers that no matter how tough things seem right now, they really will change. It won’t always be pretty, or easy, but so many of us have your back- I know I do, for ALL of you (Taylor included.) Just keep holding on. 

The first time Mike and Eleven hold hands is in the back of that junkyard schoolbus while the kids are hiding from the bad men. Instinctively, Mike wraps his fingers around El’s and promises that they’re not going to let her get taken back to the bad place. When they hear the sounds of a scuffle outside the front door, Mike feels El’s hand squeeze his tighter. And when it’s Hopper who walks through the door to rescue them, Mike relaxes his grip, but El doesn’t let go; not right away.

anonymous asked:

Could you please right a fic where Daryl and Carol think they are about to die and Daryl confesses his love.❤️❤️

A/N: A scenario where there’s another lineup, and this time Carol’s there.

Originally posted by we-love-flandus


I love you

He mouthed the words, even when faced with death couldn’t bring himself to say them out loud.

Carol nodded in response, mimicking them straight back to him, feeling the emotion and truth behind the unspoken words. It made her cry all the more, a pitiful whimper coming from deep within her chest and she swore she could feel her heart break in two.

Negan missed nothing though, a devilish smirk coming across his face as he suddenly swivelled the bat around to point in Carol’s face.

“This one?” he asks, Daryl struggling to keep his composure as Negan let the barb wire of the bat skim across her cheek.

“Oh, Daryl,” Negan chuckled, announcing his name loudly. “And just when I fucking thought you didn’t have a weak spot!”

He’s not past begging. Not when it comes to her. He’ll do whatever it goddamn takes to keep her out of harms way.

“Don’t.” 

His voice is strained, almost already on the border of pleading, noticing Carol shaking her head out of the corner of his eye.

“What was that?” Negan grinned down at him, cupping his hand to his ear.

“I said, don’t.” 

“Don’t what?” Negan questioned, still flashing those pearly whites at Daryl.

“Hurt her.”

“Let, me, fucking, guess…that was the first time you said ya love her, right? Tell me I’m fucking wrong?” 

Daryl clenched his jaw, his lack of response telling Negan and everyone else around them everything they needed to know.

Negan pointed at him with a rumbling laugh. “See, ya don’t fucking seem like the type’ve guy to be quite so in touch with his emotions. Hell, in all the time we spent together couldn’t even fucking crack a smile out’ve you. But this,” he paused to pull Carol up by her arm, holding her back against his chest as she fought against his hold, “this fucking woman right here, she’s your downfall.” 

Daryl was itching to get up and beat the shit out of the man, but he couldn’t risk it, not after…

“Now, I could do you a mighty fucking favour and dispose of her,” Negan drew his knife from his waistband holding it against the pulse point in Carol’s neck.

“No! Don’t, please.” Daryl felt helpless and pathetic, that was what Negan wanted, to see him vulnerable and submissive.

“Then again,” Negan pondered out loud, pressing the cool metal against Carol’s skin. “I do like seein’ ya fucking squirm.” 

Daryl hung his head pitifully, there was nothing he could do, Negan had him right where he wanted him, merely a puppet on a string.

“Ya know what?” Negan bellowed making Daryl’s head snap up again. “Shit. I’m feeling in a mighty fucking merciful mood today and for that reason, I’m not going to kill a single one of you fuckers. And you are most fucking welcome. However…” Negan paused making sure he had Daryl’s full attention as his gloved hand slipped away his knife, hand coming straight back up to squeeze Carol’s cheeks together. “I’m gonna be fucking taking this fine ass woman back home with me.”

Then Daryl saw red. He lunged towards Negan, swearing every profanity at him he knew, promising him a thousand deaths before being dragged back into his spot.

“Well FUCK!” Negan bellowed, shoving Carol back onto her knees so she was almost in reach of Daryl. 

Daryl was trembling as Negan held his bat high over Carol’s head.

“Is this want you fucking want Daryl?!” Negan yelled, his voice ringing through his ears. “You fucking me want me to kill her? You want me to smash her fucking head in just like I did your fucking friend Glenn? You want another fucking death on your shoulders because believe me when I say I’ll make it fucking happen right now if you do not pack that shit in!”

Daryl was shaking his head, apologising under his breath, hands clutching at the dirt beneath him.

Immediately Negan’s mood changed, a comical chuckle escaping him. 

“Good boy. Load her up, be fucking careful though ya goddamn savages, I don’t fucking like damaged goods.”

As Carol was being dragged away towards the truck, she nodded at Daryl, letting him know she’d be okay.

Negan crouched down, blocking Daryl’s view as he came level with him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take fucking real good care of her, I promise you that,” Negan’s tone was implying so much more than what he was saying and Daryl gritted his teeth as he spoke.

“I swear ta fuckin’ god, if ya lay a single fuckin’-”

“Daryl!” Negan cut off abruptly. “Daryl Daryl Daryl, you, my boy, need to be more fucking careful with your words. Because that, well that almost sounded like a fucking threat, and shit, I mean I warned you-”

“Weren’t no threat,” it’s a promise, Daryl kept that second part of the sentence to himself, not wanting to push his luck any further.

Negan flashed him a wolfish smile, patting him hard on the shoulder as he rose up again. “That’s what I like to fucking hear.”

a golden cage is still a cage

The pain both Jamie and Claire went through don’t deserve to be diminished by anyone.

They were half (or even less) the people they used to be and their feelings don’t deserve to be disrespected with stuff like “She’s not sad enough!” and “He made love to her all night! He clearly doesn’t love Claire anymore!”.

NEITHER of them deserves that treatment from this fandom.

Claire tries to move on with her husband, she doesn’t try to replace Jamie but she does try to be happy. She does try to raise her daughter in a loving family, not only because that’s what she promised Jamie but also because she knows that’s the right thing to do and wants to do it.

She thinks Jamie is dead and constantly thinks of him, she spends 20 years living in another world (Bree’s words) trying to distract herself from such pain and if it’s not enough, has to bottle it up because she can’t talk about it with anyone (that must be a torture as well). So, excuse her if she actually tries to live with such pain in the best way possible. Besides Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp is not the kind of person that drowns in her own tears…. no, she always gets up from the bed and tries to make lemonade with the lemons life gave her, both in the 18th and the 20th century. 

Jamie, on the other hand, has a more difficult life in the physical sense. He lives completely alone in a cave for various years, he is imprisoned, he goes to Helwater and then when he finally goes back home he finds out he’s not needed anymore.

Six years he spends alone in a cave. Living in his missing wife memory, torturing himself with the thought of the child he will never met, seeing how his family is mistreated by the redcoats because of him. Then, when his son loses his hand and he risks his nephew’s life, he finally decides to turn himself in. On his last night of “freedom” (what kind of freedom did he have?) he decides to seek comfort with another woman. And, just like Claire, closes his eyes during it.

So, if you want to defend Claire do it but don’t bring down Jamie for the same exact reasons and viceversa. 

No one “suffered more”, it wasn’t a competition, it’s way more complicated than that. People have different ways to handle grief but that doesn’t mean we have to disrespect their feelings.


(I will talk about G and L after their episodes have aired, besides the G situation deserves its own post yikes.)


ps. If you honestly believe Jamie has loved anyone other than Claire I suggest you to re-read Chapter 59 of Voyager.

Even with everything that’s happened, V still doesn’t tell Seven the truth. That’s something that really bugs me. It’s really the biggest thing that bothers me about V, why I dislike him. He keeps secrets because of his self-sacrificing behavior, because he wants to deal with the results of his actions (Rika, Mint Eye) on his own. But you don’t have the right to do that anymore, to keep those secrets anymore, when you’ve dragged the RFA into this mess, when you’ve dragged Seven’s brother whom you promised to keep safe into it.

He is constantly apologizing, saying he cares about the RFA, but continues with the same. He’s human, of course he’s made mistakes, and I understand why he wants to fix them himself. Which is why I want to give him that second chance. But I also wouldn’t want to be with him.

Hey guys!

I know I literally changed my URL about two weeks ago, but I kinda wanna change again. Plus, I want to get to know some of you better and follow more of you, so this is the perfect opportunity for blogrates and compliments, right? 

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I am so sorry for taking such long breaks, but my life is such a mess at the moment, so many things are happening and some days I am sleeping for like 20 hours. I don’t want to grow up, eh.

Thought I would share my Nozomi cosplay with you, since cosplay is the only thing I feel like doing right now. Thank you for over 1,500 follows and I promise to get back to edits soon. Love you guys.

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This morning was a bit of a struggle to get on my mat. I think it was that Wednesday/hump day hitting me hard. I woke up feeling tired and sluggish- not motivated in the slightest to practice. This happens sometimes, and I’ve learned a sort of trick to get myself moving. I promise myself that I only have to do 10-15 minutes. Sometimes I get stuck in an all or nothing attitude which makes me think if I’m not motivated to spend an hour and a half on my mat I may as well not do anything. Usually after a few sun salutations I get motivated to practice longer. It’s important to realize that whatever you’re feeling right now- it’s only temporary. Some days you really have to make an extra effort to get on your mat. But there probably won’t be a moment you regret practicing, whether it be 10 minutes or 90 minutes- either way, something is almost always better than nothing.

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