crying over how they focused in on this so much

the other side of the signs
  • aries: can be very soft, emotional. sometimes doubt themselves. feel unwanted, unloved. they are without a doubt strong people but sometimes they just need someone to make them feel alright again. cry over people who hurt them in the past sometimes. never really forget what others did to them.
  • taurus: overprotective and jealous because they doubt themselves as a partner. sometimes they feel not good enough. can get angry over little things. when in rage they may say things they don't really mean and regret later. focused on their goals so much that they are about to give them up after a little failure.
  • gemini: can be mean and bitter when hurt. wouldn't admit they're hurt. ignore people because they don't know how to express themselves sometimes. overthink things and panic. it takes them a lot of time to regain their strength. they look for a home in other people. they often feel misunderstood.
  • cancer: they can be hard as a rock. they give second chances but they know exactly that giving a third chance is foolish. they won't hurt those who hurt them but they will make sure the people who did them wrong know what they did. is normally a dreamy romantic but they have an iron skin to hide in when it all gets too much.
  • leo: sometimes they feel powerless, as if something was sucking their energy out of them. challenges that seem impossible can bring them to their knees. sometimes their "roar" is a soft, whispering voice. their pride can make them roar incredibly loud though. if they feel like you make fun of them you'll get to see their teeth and this is not how you want to experience them.
  • virgo: sometimes they are mean on purpose, hurt on purpose. they may try to control others emotionally. they do this to be let alone or to make someone stay. sometimes they feel lonely and down. they also create little worlds where they hide then. they can have problems with saying or even knowing what they want and it confuses them and makes them feel uncomfortable.
  • libra: they doubt themselves a lot. they sometimes feel like the failed first try of a painting. sometimes they are not as kind as nomally, sometimes they explode. they never forget what they deserve and they will do anything to get what they want. they use their elbows to get people out of their way if it's needed.
  • scorpio: they sometimes feel things they don't understand and it makes them feel depressed. sometimes they feel like no one on this planet is made to understand them. sometimes they regret things so much that they hate themselves for making those mistakes. it takes them a ot of strength to seem as strong as they are.
  • saggittarius: the longer they look for them, the more "flaws" they'll find in themselves. they are bright people who live in so many colours but sometimes all they see is black and white, maybe grey. sometimes deep thoughts keep them awake and although they usually have many friends they don't know who to talk to. then they feel like the whole word has given up on them. they are known as funny, charming people but sometimes they feel like they're carrying the weight of everyone's happiness, like they're responsible for it, and that can be too much for them from time to time.
  • capricorn: they can be furious. sometimes, when it all gets too much, they yell and kick things and start treating the people around them badly just for standing where they stand, just for being there. they like to know more than they should. they rarely speak about how they feel. they tend to hide their true feelings from everyone around them and when they finally talk about things that bother them no one knows how to comfort them. they don't say what they want but expect others to feel what they want and when no one understands them they get angry.
  • aquarius: there can be a lot of secrets behind the pretty face of an aquarius. the best kept can be their sadness. although they are bright personalities who love to laugh and make jokes, aquarius often have experienced things that still bother them even after a long time. they won't always speak about it, they may try to cover it, but some day they will tell everyone what bothers them. it's actually hard for them to let go of their past.
  • pisces: they can be the most revengeful people. sometimes they know nothing, neither friends nor family. if they want to make someone pay for something they will do so, they will get their revenge. although they love a lot and love intensely, they also know hate. they try to avoid this feeling but they know it too well. actually pisces are haunted by a lot of things, mostly their own mistakes. they sometimes can't find peace. they fight for justice but sometimes they go too far. too far with many things. they tend to be self-destructive.
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Tom Holland x Reader

Words: 2,301 (I have no self control. I’m sorry.)

Requested by: anonymous

Can you do a tom holland x reader where toms really sad and stuff bc he hasnt seen his gf in a long time but he doesn’t know she’s flying out to see him bc she missed him too?? And she brings tess and it’s just a cute ass family reunion between the three :)”



One week.

Seven days.

One hundred and sixty-eight hours.

And counting.

How Tom had managed that long without you was a mystery to him. Never had he ever dreamed to be away from you this long, or at all really but it was part of the job. He had to do what he had to do. He all but begged you to come with him and Harrison to Montreal but you couldn’t just leave your job indefinitely. He fully accepted and respected your decision, but that didn’t mean he didn’t miss you like all hell.

Week one of filming for ‘Chaos Walking’ had just wrapped, and he was so fucking exhausted. This was by far the hardest film he has ever shot, next to ‘The Impossible’. Tom was tired and all he wanted wanted was to curl up on the couch with you, watching Friends reruns on the telly.

He was lying in his bed after a particularly trying day of filming, you already had your nightly FaceTime session earlier but he still couldn’t sleep. He missed having you to curl up next to,.He turned over to his side and clicked open his phone, looks like he was going to have to spend some time on Instagram until he passed out from exhaustion.

It wasn’t a good enough distraction though. You were still ever present in his thoughts. Tom typed out a single text to you,

I miss you so so much, Y/N. I love you.

A succession of beeps coming from his phone diverted his attention. Tom raised the phone to his face to see your sleepy one staring back at him. Tears immediately began to flood his vision, he mentally cursed himself for losing his composure so quickly.

“Hi, my darling girl.” he rasped out. His eyes took the sight of you in through his phone screen, he cherished every detail.

You tried to stifle a yawn as you waved at him. “Hey, Tom. Is everything okay? Your text woke me up, I just wanted to see you and check in.” you said though you could barely keep your eyes open

Tom chuckled at how you were widening your eyes in an attempt to keep them focused on him. “Y-Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay. I just miss you.. Miss you a lot, Y/N.” In a matter of seconds, he broke down completely.

“God.. God, Y/N. I miss you, I miss you so much.” he cried

The sound of Tom crying completely woke you up as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice cold water all over you. Clamoring alarm bells were going off inside your head while you watched Tom’s face twist in pain, he was moving to sit up, like if he stayed down any longer he would drown in his own tears.

“Tom..” you weakly trailed off. You hoped and prayed that the right words would come to you.

“Tom, I love you. I love you so much.” was all you managed to say as you began to choke up as well

You didn’t notice Tessa climb into bed next to you. Next thing you knew, she was licking away your tears.

“Tess! Tom, look who’s come to see you.” Focusing your camera on the both of you, you watched with a heavy heart as Tom held back more tears. Tessa began to whine as well.

“Oh, my beautiful girls. I miss you both so much. I’m sorry I woke you, love. I’m just having such a rough time without you.”

“I know. I miss you too, Tom. You know you can call me any time.”

You two continued to talk into the night (morning for you), he told you all about the set and the cast while you told him about your days at work. Most of the things you told each other, you already knew. You didn’t think this was your first time speaking in a week, did you? Hell no. The time you two spent apart were filled in with calls and texts, FaceTime was like a staple for your relationship.

When you opened your eyes, the first thing you saw was Tom’s sleeping face, or at least the upper half of it. You two must’ve fallen asleep at some point, which was good, Tom was always telling you how tired he was. A groan left your lips as you stretched, it was almost time for you to get ready for work.

“I’ve got to go now, Tom.” you whispered, watching him stir as he slept. “I’ll text as I always do. I love you.”

“Mmm. I love you so much, Y/N.” he mumbled sleepily in reply

His groggy deep voice made you swoon all the way from across the pond. Very very reluctantly, you ended FaceTime and got up to start your day.


It was the middle of Tom’s second week in Montreal, he felt as if he’s already been there for months. Each and everyday he’d return to their temporary home, body aching, his reprieves being your texts and calls, FaceTime, Harrison making him food, and sleep. That being said, when you missed your regular FaceTime session before Tom went to bed, it worried him. He rang you close to about thirty times with no answer.

He tried to be understanding about it. Tom knew that sooner or later your current situation would begin to take its toll on the both of you so instead of trying you again, he just sent you a text saying that you must’ve fallen asleep but it was alright, he was just going to bed, and he loved you.

Though he said he was going to bed, the lack of seeing your face and hearing your voice made it close to impossible for him to get settled. He tossed and turned the entire night, well into the wee hours of the morning.

“Oh, fuck this.” he grumbled, flinging the blankets off his tired body. It was pointless, Harrison was set to wake him up in a few minutes anyway. Fuck sleep.

He blindly made his way through his dark room, stubbing his toe on the doorframe in the process. Tom let out a hearty string of curses that would make a sailor blush, and exited his room. Harrison wasn’t up yet so he just sat on the couch, checking his phone to see if you had finally replied.

You hadn’t.

Was he seeing things? Maybe it was just the lack of sleep that was making his eyes play tricks on him. He brought both hands up to his eyes palmed them gently, God he was so fucking tired. Although it soothed him a great deal, it still didn’t change the fact that you hadn’t replied to him, or texted or called. At all.

“You’re up early.”

The sound of Harrison’s voice did nothing to distract Tom from his worried thoughts about you, he bit on his thumbnail as he stared ahead.

“Tom?” Harrison walked over to his best friend and put a hand on his shoulder. The sudden contact shocked Tom, he looked at Harrison, confused.

“Oh, hey. I didn’t see you come in.” he said distractedly, shifting in his seat. Tom continued to bite on his nail, staring ahead.

“What’s the matter?” Harrison asked, heading back to kitchen area to cook breakfast

“Y/N hasn’t been answering my texts. She missed FaceTime last night.” he stated, rubbing his tired eyes

Harrison frowned, he thought it was rather odd, that wasn’t something you usually did. He kept that thought to himself though, he knew he shouldn’t stress Tom out before an even more stressful day.

“Well, I’m sure she has a good reason. When has Y/N ever let you down?”

“Right. You’re right.” Tom nodded firmly, trying to grasp at any reassurance he could get

You were fine, you were safe, and you surely had a good reason for not responding to his attempts to contact you.

“Yeah. Yeah, everything’s fine.” he kept nodding to himself. It was unsettling.

“Yes, I’m sure they are. Now would you stop nodding? You’re freaking me out a bit here.” Harrison teased, hoping Tom’s mood would improve

After breakfast and a shower, they both went out to set. Through the course of his day, in between takes, Tom couldn’t stop himself from obsessively checking his phone to see if you resurfaced from whatever hole it is you’ve crawled into. He became more and more agitated every time he saw your conversation the same as it was.

But being a consummate professional, Tom never let his agitation show up while he was doing a scene. That was a good thing for him professionally, but emotionally? Tom was just about ready to explode. It was a good thing they wrapped early that day.

“I’m going to the fucking airport.” he said, slamming the car door and driving off like a madman

“WHAT?!” Harrison exclaimed from next to him, holding onto the handles for dear life

“I’m going to pack, then the fucking airport, then I’m going the fuck home to Y/N. Something is wrong, I fucking know it.” Tom fumed, his vision had been painted a venomous red

The duo somehow managed to get back home in one piece, Tom immediately got out of the car and slammed the door shut behind him. He didn’t even bother to wait for Harrison as he trudged up to their front door.

He all but hurled it open and went inside. Nothing but silence greeted him, it wasn’t like he was expecting something else though. But maybe he should have.

He took a step forward and felt something underneath his shoe, he looked down to see one of his trainers. How in the hell did that get there? Tom tried to think of every plausible explanation. His eyes widened in realisation. Tom ran outside, smacking into Harrison in the process.

“Jesus Christ!” Harrison exclaimed as he fell to the ground, Tom on top of him

Tom pushed off of his best friend and grabbed hold of his shoulders. “Harrison. Harrison, there is an animal in the fucking house.” he hissed

“No.. No, you’re shitting me.” Harrison shook his head, dread beginning to invade his senses. His sky blue eyes darted from Tom’s frazzled face to the open door.

“I am not. I found one of my trainers by the door, I didn’t leave it there, I swear to you.”

Tom dropped his hands from Harrison’s shoulders and ran them through his cropped hair. “We’ve got to go inside and check it out.”

“Those are the exact words of everyone who’s ever died in a horror film, Tom.”

“Well this isn’t a film, buddy. It’s real life.” Tom grabbed a nearby stick off of the ground and flipped it around. Taking a deep breath, he stalked confidently to the house

“Yeah, and a fucking stick is going to fend of a bear.” Harrison muttered under his breath, staying close behind Tom

The wannabe Hardy Boys made their way through the quiet house, they checked the kitchen, the living room, and their backyard. Nothing was there. They thought they were in the clear, until they heard something scratching on the other side of Tom’s bedroom door.

“Alright, it’s been a nice run, mate. We’ve had fun and everything, done amazing things, seen amazing places.” Harrison told him as the scratching began to intensify, the door started to rattle against its hinges

By its own volition, the door swung open and Tom closed his eyes and braced himself for impact. The intruder lunged at him, tackled him to the ground and.. Licked his face?

Harrison let out a surprised laugh. Tom took it as his cue to open his eyes. Standing on his chest, was Tessa.

“Oh my God! Tess?!” Tom exclaimed once he realised who it was. He scooped her up in his arms and gave her a big hug

“God damn I wish I’d caught that on camera.” Harrison remarked

Tom sat up, Tessa still in his arms, he felt warm hands cover his eyes a second later. The way his heart beat faster gave it away.

“Surprise!” you yelled right next to his ear

He winced at the volume but at the same time, he felt so relieved to hear the sound of your voice. Tom let Tessa go and engulfed you in his arms. The familiar scent of your perfume invaded his senses, he breathed you in until he swore the room was spinning.

Tom pulled away to press his lips against yours, his eyes were shut tightly. Afraid that if he opened them once again, you would be gone.

“I’m not going anywhere, Tom.” you whispered, like you’d read his mind. You wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him again.

“I can’t believe you called me thirty-six times. I didn’t know you were a stage five clinger.” you said into the crook of his neck

Your boyfriend smiled, you couldn’t see the playful glint in his eye.

“Oh, I’ll show you a stage five clinger, darling.”

He flipped you over to the floor and latched onto you like a koala. Tom squeezed you until you could feel the air slowly leaving your lungs. You tried to laugh but Tom’s weight on you made it difficult, you hit him repeatedly. “TOM!! GET!! OFF!!”

“Tess! Get in here!” he called to Tessa, who was watching you, head tilted. But at Tom’s command, she came bounding over to you, yipping excitedly

Harrison stood by the doorway, snapping a picture of the two of you on the floor, Tom wrapped around you as you lay trapped under him, and Tessa with her tail wagging in the air. He posted it on his Instagram with the caption, “Family Reunion”

BTS Reaction To: You Receiving Hate.

-Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could do a react where there are pictures of the reader and member posted online and maybe the reader is getting hate? I also really love your reacts, they’re amazing!-

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Jin didn’t know how to react at first, slightly shocked that some of his fans had said some disgusting things about you, which was far from the truth. Although it was only few fans that said the hateful things, Jin felt hurt, and was scared that you may of broken up with him in case you couldn’t handle the hate.

“Hey, it’s okay.. I promise you that it’ll get better. Half of my fans absolutely adore you, okay? Promise me you won’t leave me because of this.”

Originally posted by rapdaegu


Yoongi would be angry and so disappointed with the few fans that had given you insults, and saying that you didn’t deserve him. He wouldn’t know how to deal with all the hate about you himself, probably just becoming irritated and angry throughout the whole day.

“Don’t listen to them.” Yoongi told you.

“I know Yoongi but.. what if they’re right? I don’t deserve you, I know I don’t.”

“Stop. They don’t know what they are talking about!” Yoongi slightly raised his voice, frustrated with the fact some of his “fans” convinced you into thinking that. “I’m happy with you, and they should respect that. How they even fucking dare to say things like that is beyond me, but I promise you, you’ll get through this. And plus, not all of them are saying stuff like that.”

Originally posted by jimiyoong


Namjoon would hug you, doing everything he could to make sure you felt better. Namjoon listened to you as you told him everything the fans had insulted you about was true. Namjoon disagreed completely, heart broken that you even agreed with them.

“They’re jealous of you - and how could they not be? You’re gorgeous, and the most beautiful person to exist. Don’t ever feel intimidated by them because they’re not worth it. I’m here and I’ll help you get through this.”

Originally posted by trash-for-bangtan


Hoseok left dance practice early when you told him fans had discovered the both of yours relationship through photos of you both holding hands, and that there was a lot of controversy. When he arrived home, he noticed how you was curled up in the sheets of the bed, staring into nothingness.

“Hey, (Y/n), are you okay?” He asked, quickly joining you in bed and cuddling up to you. You shook your head.

“Look, I know it is going to be hard, but did you see the other comments? I saw one calling you a queen, or something like that.”

You giggled slightly, and Hoseok chuckled too.

“Ignore the minority that tell you you’re not good enough. I love you and that’s all that matters.”

Originally posted by aestheticvbts


Taehyung was angry with how pathetic some of the fans were being, and he wanted to do something about it. You told him not too, though, in case it made situations worse, or if he sent out an angry tweet on twitter, and it would just create more and more drama, and more attention would become focused on you.

“I’m always here for you. The people who said bad things about you are not fans. They have no idea how much I love you. I’m insane about you, and those malicious comments mean nothing to me because I know they’re not true.”

Originally posted by jimiyoong


Jimin is just the type of guy to buy you flowers or some chocolates when you feel sad, so he’d definitely buy you something cute when you felt upset about the hate you received.

“You’re perfect, and if they can’t see that, that’s their problem. Please, don’t cry over them.”

He cuddled you, repeatedly telling you he loved you more than anything in the world.

Originally posted by amsimaria


Jungkook would blame himself for the hate you got. He’d feel so bad, that he would even end up apologising.

“I’m so goddamn sorry, (Y/n), you have no idea. It’s my fault that you’re hurt like this.. I can’t say sorry enough. I’ll tell them to stop.. I don’t know how, but I’ll find a way. It’ll all be alright.”

Originally posted by jjeonguk

Widow to the Businessman

Originally posted by mvnghaos

Member: Vernon ft. Jungkook
Genre: Mafia AU
Word Count: 1.2k

TW: Mentions of death

A/N: a mafia au (??) thing that idk if i’ll ever continue

The mourning lilies his mother gave you the week he died didn’t live long enough to reach his funeral. You let them sit out on the front porch until the July heat sweltered them into a mess of brown leaves topped off with pitiful flowers that hung dependently on weak stems. It was pathetic; it was a perfect representation of how a widow like you should feel, some sort of tragic beauty. Pathetic tragic beauty, more or less.

If you would have known when you first met Hansol Chwe (or as he referred to himself, Vernon) in your sophomore year that he would have drug you through all this shit, you would have never introduced yourself. But when you thought back to that day— the way he looked as a lifeguard, how he seemed the most carefree out of anyone you had ever seen, how easily all your problems seemed to drift away when you were around him— it seemed your love was inevitable. You knew in the grand scheme of life in this galaxy, neither of you mattered and his death did not even mean enough to be a blip on the radar of importance, but you couldn’t help but feel there was something bigger that willed the two of you together. Which is why you were so surprised when he decided to go off and die.

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prince of cats

chapter six: good pilgrim

on ao3 || on ffnet
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kind of forgot it was an update day because i have something i need to finish for a friend and i’m stressed


“It wasn’t a date,” Marinette says, holding the phone to her ear with her shoulder as she unfolds fabric. “We sat on the couch and watched a bad Hallmark movie.”

Nino scoffs on the other end. “Mari, I hate to break it to you, but that’s basically what mine and Alya’s last date was.”

Marinette rolls her eyes. “This is the difference: you two are dating. Adrien and I are not.”

Sure, sure,” Nino drawls.

“The intention is different,” she insists. “Anything can be a date if there are romantic intentions.”

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Yes, Jonghyun and Samuel Didn’t Make It

Honestly, I just need to have a little rant, so I’ll be hitting a few points in this.

First, Samuel and Jonghyun were not the only trainees fucked over. All I see is everyone complaining about how those two didn’t make it, but seven other boys were standing up on that stage with them. I do realize that Samuel has been training since he was 13, and has failed in debuting twice. Yes, I do realize Jonghyun was everyone’s number 1 leader and it didn’t make a lot of sense how he dropped so far out of the ranks. But no, I don’t think these two deserve to be treated higher than anyone else that was left standing on that stage.

Choi Minki

How do people forget about Minki? He is in the same group as Jonghyun and now one is talking about him. Do you not remember how many times he kept smiling, even when something hurt him? Or when he always supported Dongho, Minhyun, and Jonghyun over himself? Or how much his performances improved throughout the whole thing? And how his confidence was boosted? No, because everyone was focused on the other three.

Im Youngmin

Im Youngmin, the boy that was all so relieved every time he passed an elimination, to get his dreams shattered right before he was to cross the line. Seeing him cry was probably one of the scariest experiences of life because Im Youngmin is that dazzling hyung that likes to maintain happiness. No one remembers how he used to play with his lips when he was nervous or didn’t know what to do. No one remembers how much he supported and cared for Sewoon every chance he got, because he got no screen time and most people can’t even recall his name.

Joo Haknyeon

Hakneyon always was a unique one. He isn’t one that most people recognize off the top of their head, but Haknyeon is so talented. I seriously can’t imagine Produce 101 without him, because his gummy smiles and intense laughter brought happiness to the darker times. He has such an underrated voice and not much screen time, but that does’t mean many people don’t love him for who he is. Although he didn’t get what he wanted in the end, I have hope he is going somewhere. That boy deserves so much.

Kang Dongho

Although Dongho is a very well known trainee, he deserves to be mentioned just as much as the other 6. He made people uncomfortable, his strength reaching near shocking. He made Sewoon cry, but he was just trying to sort out everything. He came off too greedy and uptight at times, but he finally was revealed to be one of everyone’s favorite hyungs. Nu’est needs him, though. They need him to lead them, to show them that this isn’t the end. He and his members deserve another shot at happiness.

Ahn Hyeongseop

Hyeongseop..who? Exactly, welcome to the most slept on member in the top 20. People know his face, maybe, but his name is an extremely rare occurrence. I can name the times I’ve heard it off on one hand. He got almost no screen time the whole time, except in the first few episodes where he was D and somehow managed to get A the next time, but was pushed out of the way when people realized the real headliner was the F to A.This boy really had nothing going for him all season, and it really saddens me that they wasted such an amazing soul. I believe he will make his debut someday.

Jung Sewoon

One of the most deserving boys I’ve ever seen. He helped everyone, and naturally became best friends with his enemy and someone he loves dearly. Jaehwan and Youngmin maintained being Sewoon’s main supporters, while still being taught much by Sewoon. Do you remember when Sewoon tapped on Youngmin’s leg to help him keep beat in the beginning of episode 11? Or how much his confidence has developed over such a short amount of time? Or when everyone started to compare him to Ponyo when he dozed off in his ranking seat, and he accepted it with open arms? He is one of the few boys I believe should have gotten into the group, he was extremely deserving of one of the spots, but that doesn’t mean I’m not proud of the top 11. I think Sewoon would make a good teacher, maybe he’ll do something like that. Or maybe he’ll continue with his dream to debut. Either way, he’ll excel at whatever he chooses, and he’ll have many by his side the whole way.

Yoo Seonho

Baby chick, what have they done to you? This boy was given so much screen time within the last few episodes, it makes me wonder why they didn’t give it sooner. I will always be angry that Guanlin and Seonho didn’t get to debut together. He will always remain as Guanlin and Minhyun’s personal cheerleader. Seonho was one of the most passionate and easy going humans I had ever seen in my life. He knew how to act like the maknae but he also knew when to be serious when it was called for. The boy who used to eat 5 meals a day before he entered the show. The boy who called his family to complain about how he couldn’t eat five meals a day. He was the most cuddly and openly comfortable with tons of skinship boy that I’ve ever seen, and I can’t wait to see more from him in the future. That boy is going places, I swear on it.

Now, don’t even get me started on the other eliminated trainees, I can go all night. But seriously listen to what I’m going to say next.

Second, just because your favorite didn’t make it into the group, doesn’t mean you have permission to bring the other 11 down because they were the ones that made it. Every single one of those boy was deserving in their own way, and if you can sit here and tell me different, clearly you’re not a very good stan. Every single one of them were friends, and imagine what it would feel like finding out that so many people were refusing to stan a group just because you weren’t in it, but your best friend was.

Third, I know a hell of a lot of people didn’t go through those 11 episodes to end up not stanning Wanna One. You don’t even have to stan them, but please always support them. They deserve love too, even if one of them isn’t your favorite male on the Earth.

Love All.

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Reaction to You Crying During Sex. . .

Anonymous said: Hey are you accepting requests?? I hope so 😰 if so, could you do a BTS, EXO, and iKon reaction to you (gf) crying during sex? Ah, also it’s because it’s so intimate. Not cause you got hurt. That happened to me one time 🙄 thanks Eonni 💖 Also please add Jungkook. i love him. I love your work as well hehe~. Please continue~

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A/N all my link decided to just give up, so to those of you who sent me messages saying my masterlist wasn’t working, it should be now. sorry for the inconvenience. to make it up, here’s the second version of you crying during sex. hope you like!

Kai Eonni ~


He would be trailing kisses all up and down your neck while his hands held firmly on your hips. He is very tentative to your likes and dislikes when it comes to intimacy, so it wouldn’t be long until he realized you were crying. “Jagi. Did I hurt you? Tell me what wrong…”

Once he heard you reason for crying he would find it so endearing and fall in love with you all over again. He would be shy though, mostly at you being so open about it, but he would love it nonetheless.

(im just gunna be extra and go ahead and put this right here for you all)

Originally posted by sugawriting


He would be trying to control himself, not thrusting into you too hard, but it was you, so he would be having a hard time when all he wanted to do was just ravish you (sorry, but like, im not actually). His eyes would be shut tight with him trying to control himself while loving the feeling of your warmth around him. He would want to kiss you, so he would lean down, at the same time opening his eyes. He would notice your tears and a look of confusion would cross his features. “Jagiya… What is it?”

He would smile victoriously at you. A feeling of happiness, content and like he’s on top of the world would fill his heart. He would kiss you in the most passionate way he could possibly, wanting to share these amazing feelings with you.

Originally posted by kaisoomakesmylifecomplete


His hips would be pushing into yours at a steady pace. His hands by your head as he looks down between you two, loving the view of you taking him in. The room would be filled with his grunts and groans. He would look up to you with a smirk, but it would quickly fade when he sees your cheeks stained with tears. He would stop immediately, taking your face gently between his hands. “What happened? Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?” He would ask quickly, not giving you time to answer.

When you finally are able to get your words out Chanyeol would let a light chuckle out as he rests his forehead against your bare shoulder. “Jeez Jagiya, you almost gave me a heart attack…” He would continue on with passionate kisses and loving caresses.

Originally posted by parkchanyeolieoppa


Your face would be hidden in his neck as you both held one another close to your bodies. The feeling of his strong muscular chest against your own and his firm but gentle hold on you would be too much for you, making you whimper trying to hold in your tears, but you would be pushed over the edge when he whispered gruffly into your ear, “I love you my sweet Jagi…” A sob would escape your lips. At the sound of it Xiumin would lean back and look at your face. His gaze would be full of understanding, he could feel it too. He would smile softly at you and capture your lips with his.

Originally posted by drawien


He would be so thorough with you and that’s what would bring you to tears. Once he noticed, he would panic and get off you right away, ready to get whatever you needed to make you happy again. “I’m sorry, sorry sorry… What’s wrong?” He would blabber, trying to figure out what he did wrong so he can properly apologize.

Once you explain he would collapse in defeat. “Ahhh, I thought I really hurt you. Are you sure you’re not hurt?” He would double check, just to be sure cause he’s a sweet cinnamon bun like that.

Originally posted by laygion


He wouldn’t be rough really, but his thrusts would be on the quicker side . He would be groaning into your neck, so it would take sometime for him to notice you crying. However, once he notices your tears falling down your cheeks he would stop, not pulling out, but holding himself back further to see your face more clearly. “Jagi, do you want me to slow down?” He’d ask, assuming that he was being too rough.

You would explain, and Chen would find this funny. “Ahhh, Jagi, you’re such a crybaby.” He would tease kissing your cheeks. “I’ll go slower.”

Originally posted by dayafterdae


He would be covering your face with delicate kisses. So he would notice your tears the moment they escaped from your eyes. “Speak to me Jagi, what’s wrong?” He would ask, continuing to thrust into you gently as his lips never leave your skin.

When he hears your explanation, he would chuckle lightly, again his lips never leaving your skin as they now travel down your neck. “I’m that good? You spoil me Jagi… Careful or I might get an ego.”

Originally posted by drawien


As he was thrusting into you he noticed your cheeks getting wet from your tears and stopped, getting nervous about hurting you. He would ask what he had done wrong, wanting to ease your discomfort as soon as possible.

After explaining, he would find you irresistibly cute. “Ahhh, Jagi, you’re too cute.” He would gush, leaning down to bury his face in your neck.

Originally posted by myheartforgomez


As he was thrusting into you the room would fill with his whimpers and groans. He would be lost in the feeling of you and him together, your skin rubbing against one another. Like Chen it would take some time for him to actually notice your tears. When he does he would jump off of you, worried he had hurt you.

Once you explain though, he would pull you close to him as he smiles bashfully.

Originally posted by lycheeluhan


He would be like Chen in the sense that he would be thrusting fast into you. His hands gripping your thighs. As soon as he saw that you were crying though, he would become devastated. “Oh no, no, no, no… What’s wrong? What happened? Did I hurt you? Was I holding you too tight? Moving too fast?”

You would need to calm him down and explain that no, you weren’t hurt, you felt pleasure, and that’s all. He would be so touched and like Suho, would be falling for you all over again. He would become much more sensual with you, caressing you softly, moving at a more compassionate pace.

Originally posted by hanichul


Because he’s so young, he would be focused on the feeling more than what’s around him or sometimes forgetting to focus on you and how you feel. However, once your tears had finally gotten his attention, he would pause. Immediately feeling guilty that he wasn’t focusing on you enough.

He would feel relieved, and wouldn’t be able to stop himself from getting an ego boost for being good enough that you were crying. He would smirk and make some light teasing remark, however, he would give you a sweet-like-candy kiss to tell you that he was feeling the same thing you were. And it’s amazing.

Originally posted by xehun


As he was trying to control his desire to just go crazy, he would try to focus on your face for any signs of either pleasure or pain. The moment he noticed your tears he would stop everything and kiss you gently. “I’m sorry I was trying…” 

You would cut him off and explain the reason for your tears. He would feel a relief that he hadn’t hurt you–his worst nightmare–and then a feeling of adoration would come over him at the cuteness of you one, being so honest, and two, feeling such a thing with him, because of him. He would continue more gently, wanting to prove his love and devotion to you.

Originally posted by kpopliciious

The reminiscence of how we used to be together will never be forgotten, neither will the memory of how you treated me when it was over.

Silver for Monsters -- Chapter 2

Series: Witcher/Fairy Tail

Pairing: Gajevy

Summary: In a world ravaged by monsters where magic is becoming outlawed and nonhumans are hunted, the Witcher known as Black Steel Gajeel takes up a contract. He expects to find a simple old herbalist, terrorized by a beast in the woods. But in his many years he has learned to never trust what he expects.

Ch. 1

The fire crept through, licking at the edges of his consciousness and weaving trails he tried to follow.  They were the light in the dark, and the Witcher stumbled through to keep up with them.  Farther and farther the fire got away from him, while his empty hands gripped at the thickened dark.  The deeper he got into the black, the more a collection of embers started to blossom in front of him.  He picked up his pace, racing now towards the light that beckoned him.

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anonymous asked:

A hc Rfa members and mc arguing/fighting its not pretty and mc can't take it and heads to the door to leave please

<ahhh I haven’t done angst in a very very long time. imma put a warning for this one, just so some people don’t get triggered. thank you for this request anon, i’m think it’s gonna be good!♡>   you can blame the mysme group chat for making this like HOLY SHIT angst btw (y'all know who you are) 




  • you were tired of it
  • “Rika used to dress like that.”
  • “You remind me so much of Rika.”
  • “Rika used to do her hair like you do all the time.” 
  • “You know, that’s what Rika studied in school.”
  • Rika, Rika, Rika, Rika, Rika, Rika
  • everything you did was Rika 
  • and you were sick of it
  • “God damnit Yoosung, my name isn’t Rika.”
  • “I know that, you don’t have to remind me.”
  • you began to cry, and Yoosung was getting annoyed with you
  • you lost it. 
  • that necklace Yoosung had bought for your birthday, the one with the picture of you and him in it, you tore it off your neck and threw it down
  • “If that’s what you really think, I guess I’ll just leave then.”
  • your voice was croaky, tears slipping down your face as you stomped to the door of his and your apartment, about to head out.
  • “MC WAIT!”
  • “Wait for what, Yoosung?” 
  • “I…I, I’m sorry. Please, don’t leave.”
  • “I can’t accept that apology, Yoosung. You know that.” 
  • “MC, please. I can’t live without you!” 
  • “You’re going to have to learn, Yoosung. If I come back, I’ll be expecting a real apology and no more mentions of…her.”
  • He went to grab your arm as you left, but you got out of his grip 
  • You found yourself at Zen’s explaining everything to him, as he offered you a place to stay
  • Zen’s phone was on blast, Yoosung calling him every 5 minutes in hopes to talk to you
  • “MC, it’s Yoosu-”
  • “Don’t mention his name, I don’t want to hear his voice or think about him. Tell him I said to please leave me alone.” 
  • After a week, Zen convinced you to go back to see Yoosung again, and you’ve gotten ready to accept his apology and apologize yourself
  • You knocked on his door, and an extremely underfed, tear-stained cheeked, heavy under-eye bagged Yoosung answered the door
  • but as soon as he saw you, the light in his eyes flickered with hope
  • “MC….is it really you?”
  • “Yoosung what the hell have you done to yourself?!?”
  • you found yourself not speaking with him, but still taking care of him for the first few hours, feeding him and letting him rest
  • you could see that he needed it
  • once he was ready, he came up to you and grabbed your hand
  • “MC, I’m really sorry. I couldn’t understand that you and Rika were different people. You both seemed the same to me since you both gave me hope, and took care of me, and loved me. But now, through what’s happened between us, I can see that you aren’t Rika. You’re far from her, too, you’re way better than her. I’m in love with you, MC, not her. I hope you still accept and love me, even though I’ve been an asshole this whole time to you. I should’ve excepted it earlier but my mind wouldn’t let me…”
  • you cut him off with a light kiss, you could feel him smile some, as a single tear rolled down your cheek
  • “I’m sorry for leaving you Yoosung. I just got too frustrated with how you kept comparing me to Rika, it hurt me. It made me feel less important to you. But, I shouldn’t have left you like I did. I should’ve stayed and heard you out. I’m sorry.”
  • “You have nothing to be sorry about, MC. Now, will you take this back?”
  • he held out the necklace you had torn off your neck that day you had your argument
  • you nodded your head, as he re-put it on your neck
  • “I’m really sorry, MC. Do you maybe just wanna cuddle and watch a movie?”
  • “That sounds perfect, Yoosung, thank you.”
  • needless to say, Rika’s name was never mention in your home from then on, unless it wasn’t in a way Yoosung would compare the two of you together.

Jaehee Kang:

  • you understood how much her job meant to her, as it was her only source of a decent income
  • but when it gets to the point where it seems like your girlfriend is dating her work more so than you…
  • …you need to put your foot down.
  • “Jae, why don’t we cuddle for a little tonight with those lattes you’re so good at making and we can watch some of Zen’s musicals you have on DVD, hm? Sounds nice, right?”
  • “Not right now, MC. I’ve got this report to finish.”
  • “Well, I guess you can sleep with the report tonight instead of your living and breathing girlfriend, Jaehee.”
  • “What are you talking about now, MC?”
  • “What am I talking about? What am I, talking about? I don’t know, Ms. I Love My Work More Than My Girlfriend, why don’t you ask all the reports you did last week!”
  • “You know that I’m busy all the time with my job, MC. Mr. Han doesn’t let down the amount of work I take home per night just because I have a girlfriend, you know.”
  • that broke you
  • that was the last straw.
  • “Goodbye then, Jaehee. Have a happy life with your pieces of paper and packets of reports.”
  • “MC..I-I didn’t mean it I was just-”
  • you headed for the door as you could hear her tiny feet running behind you
  • “Save it, Jaehee. I don’t wanna hear it. I’ll hear you out if I decide to come back. Goodbye.”
  • you walked out and to Jumin’s penthouse, it was the closest place for you to head right now and Jaehee wouldn’t expect you to go there
  • “MC, what are you doing here so late?”
  • “Jumin, can I stay here for a little while? II can’t see Jaehee right now…and it’s too long of a story to explain right now. Please?”
  • he let you in and showed you to guest room, where you sat on that bed not eating or drinking for a week straight, just crying and trying to think straight
  • you heard him on the phone with Jaehee multiple times, he tried to bribe you a few times with cash to talk to her, but you never budged.
  • “Assistant Kang, I’ve told you 46 times already, MC doesn’t want to speak with you, and I’ve already bribed her 34 out of those 46 times. I’m not asking her any longer. You have reports to do, so please go do them.”
  • he walked into the guest room to see your pale tear-stained face underneath the single blanket on the bed
  • “MC, I going to need to ask you to go home. Assistant Kang really really needs to see you, and I don’t think I can handle her 50 phone calls an hour any longer. I have work I need to do myself, so please. Go home and take care of her, will you?”
  • needless to say, you were now in the back of driver Kim’s car, heading to your and Jaehee’s apartment
  • once you arrived the door swung open to reveal a more so than usual sleep-deprived Jaehee, who was paler than normal and hard bloodshot eyes from crying
  • “Jaehee, look at yo-”
  • “Shh, MC. I’m sorry. You’re right, I’ve been focusing too hard on my work and I’ve been ignoring you too much I’m sorry. I need to learn when tot put my work away and when to spend time with you. I really, truly, am sorry MC.”
  • “Jaehee I overreacted anyways, nothing to get too worked up over. Sure I was mad for a while, but I got over it cause I realized how childish I was being. I love you Jaehee.”
  • “I love you too, MC, now how about that cuddle session you spoke of?”
  • so, you both wound up falling asleep in each others arms, both with a latte in hand as one of Zen’s many musicals was just ending in the background.


  • you were happy he had gotten a new role in a major film
  • but when his costar in the film was beginning to take your boyfriend away from you more than you liked, that’s when you were done
  • “Zen, don’t you think you’re getting a little too close to her?”
  • “No, MC. I actually don’t. Aren’t you happy for me, I’m actually going somewhere in my career and all you can think of is yourself!”
  • “It’s not that, it’s just I’m sick and tired of not seeing you anymore!”
  • “You know I practice late.”
  • “Yeah, and that’s exactly why I saw pictures of you and your costar getting out of a cab and going into a bar the other night, eh?”
  • “That was one time, MC.”
  • that took everything out of you
  • he was the one hanging around with some other girl, but here you were the one being called a child?
  • you huffed, letting the promise ring Zen gave to you fall off your hand and onto the wooden floor with a klang
  • you headed toward the door, before an arm grabbed you, stopping you
  • “Just what in the hell do you think you’re doing, MC.”
  • “You clearly want to spend more time with that other girl, so why don’t you do it in your own place? I’ll send someone to get my things tomorrow. We’re done Zen.”
  • “MC, wait!”
  • “No waiting, Zen! You clearly don’t understand what I’m feeling right now!”
  • you found yourself walking to Seven’s bunker, he instantly let you in 
  • every night you were gone, Zen got on the messenger drunker than a skunk
  • “MC, I think Zen really needs-”
  • “Shush it, Sev. He needs to learn. I’m not just some sort of trophy girl for him to show off at events or premieres.”
  • “I get that, MC, but he’s really…..broken….without you.” 
  • you huffed, not wanting to remember the good moments you had with him
  • he broke your heart that night, and you weren’t sure if you were going to go back
  • meanwhile, Zen sat on the same roof he and you sat on when he had confessed his love for you, except this time you weren’t there
  • you were replaced by countless amounts of empty beer cans, as he chugged the open one in his hand and allowed it to burn down his throat
  • “God MC, I’m such an idiot, I need you….I need you….”
  • you walked home the next day to see a pale-faced, passed out Zen lying on the roof, many more beer cans sprawled out next to him than were before
  • “God damnit Zen, what the hell have you done to yourself?”
  • you dragged him into his house, lying him on his bed with some water and aspirin on the side table as you cleaned up all the empty beer cans and love letters he had written sprawled all over the floor
  • he woke up groggy, not knowing how he had moved from his roof to his bed
  • “What in the-argh!” 
  • his head pounded as he looked over to see aspirin set out for him already, and some water
  • he gladly chugged them down, praying his headache would go away as you walked into the room
  • “MC, you…you’re here?”
  • “How do you think you wound up in bed, silly?”
  • “You’re still mad, aren’t you?”
  • “A little…”
  • he engulfed you in a hug, but you didn’t hug back
  • “I’m really really sorry, princess, I need to spend less time with her. You’re right, since I have a girlfriend, I should start acting like I have one. I should spend more time with you, I’m so so sorry MC.”
  • you huffed, accepting his hug as you hugged him back, tighter
  • “It’s fine Zen…I overreacted anyways.” 
  • “No, you had every right to do that, MC. I love you, will you take this back now?”
  • he held out the promise ring you had dropped that night of your fight
  • “Of course.”
  • he slipped it back on, and you both spent the entire day cuddling, telling each other how much you loved each other. 

Jumin Han:

  • “Doesn’t Elizabeth look lovely today, MC? Look at the way her coat shines in the sunlight!”
  • “Why of course, dear.”
  • it seemed like anymore Jumin’s life revolved around Elizabeth the 3rd
  • not you, anymore. it uses to revolve around you, but now you’re old news, and Jumin’s gone back to his same old cat-obsessing ways
  • and it was sickening to you
  • he payed more attention to his cat than you, he never spent time with you anymore, he never listened to you anymore
  • for christ’s sake he sat next to his cat during dinner now, not you. 
  • so you had enough, and refused to speak to him for a while to see if he’d notice.
  • “Darling, do you think we should get the rose gold food dish for Elizabeth or the silver food dish?” 
  • he waited, but you continued eating your food, not saying a word to him
  • “MC? Excuse me, darling? Are you alright?”
  • “Wow, you’re finally caring about me for once?” 
  • he was taken aback by your reply, dropping his cutlery at once before looking at you from across the dinner table
  • “What do you mean, finally caring about you, I’m always caring about you!”
  • you huffed, crossing your arms against your chest
  • “Oh really? When was the last time you asked me how my day was? When was the last time you gave me a compliment? When was the last time you felt anything towards me, Jumin?”
  • “MC, you can’t be serious right now. I’ve always cared for you! I ask you how your day is every night, I compliment you every day, I feel a strong love for you every day!”
  • “OH REALLY? THAT’S FUNNY, I haven’t been noticing that side of you, Jumin, in a really long time.”
  • “Okay, well tell me, MC, what have I been focusing on harder than I have my own wife?” 
  • his jaw dropped, his face was priceless. he never knew talking about his lovely cat would ever end up like this
  • that broke you. 
  • tears in your eyes, you ran to the door, hearing Jumin’s feet quickly following behind you.
  • as you reached for the door handle, you could feel Jumin’s hands grab your shoulders, trying to pull you back
  • “MC, wait, please….”
  • the man was crying
  • this was his first time crying in front of you, he didn’t even cry at your wedding
  • you tried to ignore that, pulling yourself away from him
  • “No, Jumin. If I come back I’ll be expecting as much attention as you pay to your cat, and maybe a little love too. Goodbye, Jumin.”
  • you quickly walked out, slamming the door behind you as you heard Jumin’s soft cries coming from behind the door.
  • it broke your heart, but it was nothing compared to what he had done to you
  • so, looking for a place to go, you decided on his childhood friend’s-V’s.
  • V knew him the best, so surely he’d know how to help you
  • as you knocked on his door to his studio apartment, you heard him quietly talking on the phone to someone, only Jumin you could assume.
  • without saying a word, as soon as he opened the door he engulfed you in a hug and took you in, shortly hanging up with Jumin after
  • “…that was Jumin, wasn’t it?”
  • “He’s hysterical, MC. I’ve never heard him like this before…”
  • V offered for you to stay with him for as long as you needed, and you took up his offer for about a week
  • through the whole thing, you learned more and more about Jumin’s not-so-perfect past, making you miss him, the way he held you, the way he talked to you
  • after a week, V looked at you with sympathetic eyes as he moved from the door frame, revealing an overly-tired, tear-stained cheeks, Jumin Han.
  • without saying a word, you both ran to each other, V had helped you figure out what was going on and how to forgive Jumin for what he had done to you, and you were ready to see Jumin again
  • silently, you both made your way to Driver Kim’s car, where you continued to sit in silence, only holding hands with each other. 
  • once you made it back to Jumin’s pent house, he immediately carried you to the bedroom, placing you on the bed as he curled up beside you and cuddled you
  • “I’m sorry MC, I never realized until now how much I talked about Elizabeth more than you. I shouldn’t have done that, I thought you liked talking about her as much as I did and I’m sorry I’ve been so stu-”
  • “Jumin, stop. As long as you treat me better than the cat from now on, it’s fine. I still love you as much as the day I made vows with you, hell, maybe even more.”
  • “Thank you, MC. I love you so much, you have no idea darling.”
  • from that day on, Elizabeth was treated as strictly a pet, and you became the only princess in Jumin’s life.


  • “Hun, did you eat yet today?”
  • “No, working.”
  • Babe, wanna go out tonight?”
  • “Still working, don’t bug me until I’m finished.” 
  • you were used to your boyfriend dating his work more than you, it’s a hacker thing you supposed
  • but when he ignores you and his health for an entire week straight…
  • …that’s when you get annoyed.
  • “Seven.”
  • no answer
  • “Sev.”
  • still, no answer.
  • huffing, you spun him around in his chair
  • he groaned, taking his headphones off of his hears as he slouched back in his chair, waiting for you to say something
  • “What the hell was that for, MC? You know I’m working.”
  • “Yeah, well maybe if you payed attention to your own health and your girlfriend, I wouldn’t have had to take you away from your precious work like this.”
  • “Well, do you want money? Do you want a stable life? Do you want a place to live? Why are you so concerned about me, I’ve told you before you really shouldn’t be so concerned about me.
  • you lost it, tears falling down your cheeks as you ran to the door
  • you heard Seven groan behind you, trailing behind you but in a more slower fashion since he has been sitting down for as long as he can remember 
  • he grabbed your wrist and turned you to face him 
  • “MC, please wait, I’m-”
  • “No, Seven I don’t want to hear it. Go back to work, don’t bother looking for me. Work is more important to you anyways, right?” 
  • you slipped out of his grasp as you walked out of your shared place, not knowing where you were going until halfway to Yoosung’s dorm
  • “MC, what are you doing here? Don’t you live with-”
  • “I don’t want to hear that name right now, Yoosung. Please, may I stay with you for a while?”
  • Yoosung allowed you to stay with him as long as you told him what was going on, since his phone was blowing up with texts from Seven
  • “MC, Seven wants to speak with-”
  • “Tell him I’m still upset with him, give me more time.”
  • by the end of a week and a half, it sounded like a madman was knocking on Yoosung’s door
  • you opened to reveal a fatigued and crying Seven, pulling you into a hug
  • “I’m so so sorry MC, I’m so so sorry, I’m so so sorry, I’m….”
  • you shushed Seven, rocking him as he sobbed into your shoulder
  • you walked hand in hand back to yours and his place, and once you got there you both cuddled on your bed together 
  • “I’m sorry MC, I should pay more attention to you than my work..”
  • “It’s alright Seven, I knew how stressed you were, I shouldn’t have walked out so suddenly like that. I’m sorry.”
  • you both fell asleep in each other’s arms, tear stained cheeks as you murmured how sorry you were to each other
  • needless to say, you and him both kept a close eye on each other’s health from then on, and payed more attention to each other.

<ahhhh im so sorry this took me so long anon, it was long to begin with then i lost it then i found it and i had to finish it I’m sorry, but i hope you enjoyed! yay for angst with a happy ending! now to worry about life and school yayyyy!~~~>

Ready Steady Part 13

Ok, I feel like I really hurt everyone’s feelings with Part 12… so, here you go. Have some more angst. I might have fixed things?

Summary: Reader has just broken Rob’s heart and spends weeks ignoring him. She focuses on a new career in music, but her plans may be derailed when the unexpected happens.

Word Count: 6061

Warnings: mostly angst, mention of vomit which might be gross, fluff

Note: For the sake of the remainder of the fic, I’m using some old Louden Swain songs and making them new ones. Also, as you can tell, my reader is a singer/songwriter and a country girl at heart… so for her, instead of trying to write my own lyrics, I’m using songs by Miranda Lambert and claiming them as the reader’s own. Hey, this way, you can listen to the actual songs after you read!

In this part, the Reader performs “Things That Break” by Miranda Lambert.

Another Note: There’s a lot of time jumping going on here, I just wanted to get it across that the reader hasn’t seen or spoken to Rob in a couple of months.

Catch up: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

Originally posted by samwinchesterrs

*Unrelated gif, just because he’s a cutie.*

The following weeks were not easy. You had collected your things from Rob’s place and left, holing yourself up in a hotel for a while. You followed through with the restraining order against Chris, knowing that it might be the only thing you could do to get him to leave you alone. You did your part, filing the paperwork, receiving a temporary restraining order for a while, and then having to attend a court date. The hardest part of it all was being in the same room as him. You were forced to relive the past abuse, something that had never really come easy to you. You had enough proof that he was dangerous to you; threatening text messages and a photo of your most recent run in with him, which Rob had insisted on taking after he had seen the bruise. You felt grateful to him for that since you didn’t have anyone to serve as a witness to the past few years of your relationship with Chris.

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Requested by @adorhhe “jikook where say jungkook falls hard on stage but you know has to play it cool keep dancing but jimin is the only one who notices how jungkook is limping and he sees the shiny eyes that want to cry. So once the concert is finished he is super protective and worried and jungkook is denying he’s hurt but come on jimin knows him better. just nice fluff you know?”

It’s not exaclty how you want it, but I hope you still like it. Thank you so much for the prompt, love <3

It’s hard to keep track of things on stage: the lights are too bright, the screams too loud and the dance moves just a bit too complicated. Jimin thinks he’s gotten used to it over the years, and his mind is now accustomed to focusing so hard he forgets everything else.

Still, there is always space to worry.

They keep an eye on each other, the seven of them, just in case there is an emergency. Jimin tends to count them on stage, especially during the songs where they go out to interact with the fans and walk around, just so he knows everyone is alright. But he can’t make it his main focus when he has thousands of people to entertain, so he lets it sit for a while in the back of his mind.

They’re halfway through Fun Boys when he hears what sounds like a collective gasp of surprise mixed with the screams they’re used to – aware that it’s not unusual, Jimin merely turns around to find what caused it.

He scans his eyes through the stage, spotting Yoongi and Hoseok dancing together, Taehyung running around and Seokjin sending his flying kisses while Namjoon raps his part. His heart skips a beat when he finds Jungkook lying down but tries not to read too much into it; Jimin himself does a lot of that during concerts so it isn’t something to worry about. Still, he makes his way over to where the maknae is while singing his part and watches, relieved, as Jungkook sits up to sing the chorus.

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5, 10, 13 & 22 “Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything” “Just leave me alone” “You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!” “Choose me.”

5, 10, 13 & 22

“Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything” “Just leave me alone” “You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!” “Choose me.”

‘Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything. I can’t fix our problem by myself Y/N. Every time we argue you’re always like this, so silent.’ Shawn said to Y/N who’s crying so hard. ‘You didn’t say anything instead you just cry.’ Shawn added.

‘Shawn, I’m tired.’ Y/N said.

‘We’re both tired, Y/N. I’m so fucking tired. You being too clingy, you accusing me that I’m cheating on you.’

‘Why, aren’t you cheating on me? I saw you, I saw Lauren’s text messages to you.’

‘You know from the start that I love her, that she’s the one but then you ruin it!’ Shawn said. He’s so mad, so furious.

‘Oh, so this is my fault now. All my life all I wanted was you to love me the way you love Lauren, I wanted you to look at me the way you Lauren, I want you to choose me over her. I want you to realize that I’m better than her. I love so you much, Shawn. I gave you everything. I still choose you over my friends and family because that’s how much I love you. And I hope even for once you choose me.’ Y/N said. She’s crying so hard because of the pain that she’s feeling right now, the betrayal. She feel like anytime she’s going to breakdown.

‘Just leave me alone!’ Shawn said. ‘LEAVE!’ Shawn shouted when Y/N didn’t move. Y/N can’t say anything she just left. She’s hurt, she didn’t know where to go, she didn’t know who to talk to because ever since she dated Shawn she shut down her friends and her family. She focused herself on Shawn.

‘Maine!’ Y/N said and hugged her best friend.

‘What happen?’ Maine asked. She’s confuse but she’s glad to see Y/N but she’s hurt to see her best friend like this.

‘He broke up with me.’ Y/N said. Still crying.

‘Hey, everything will be fine.’ Maine said trying to comfort Y/N who’s still crying.

‘I can’t do this anymore!’ Y/N said.

‘Shhh. You can, you still have me, your sister, your parents and your friends. We’re all here for you.’ Maine said.

With Maine’s statement Y/N felt relieved because she thought that after everything she did to her family and friends she thought that they will just leave her, but no. They made sure to visit Y/N and made sure to do the things that make Y/N happy.

It’s been 4 months since Shawn and Y/N broke up. She’s becoming a strong woman, she’s moving on with the help of her family and friends and she couldn’t be more thankful because they never leave her.

‘Want to come with us?’ Samantha, one of Y/N’s best friend asked her.

‘Nah, I have work tomorrow.’

‘You sure?’ Donny, Samantha’s boyfriend asked.

‘Yup. And I don’t want to be your third wheel.’ Y/N joked.

‘Okay, that’s great!’ Donny joked.

‘Whatever!’ Samantha said and they left.

After an hour, someone knocked on Y/N door. When Y/N opened it, it was the man who broke her heart, the man who never loved her.

‘Uh.. Hi.’ Shawn said.

‘Hi.’ Y/N said and smiled. She’s confused but she kept on reminding herself that she moved on already. ‘You want to come in.’ Y/N asked.

‘Uh, if that’s okay.’

‘Yeah, it is.’

Shawn walked inside the shared apartment of Y/N, Maine and Samantha.

‘This is a great apartment.’ Shawn said to cut the awkward silence.

‘Thanks, but we still have to get some appliances we just moved here for like a month. How did you find this by the way?’ Y/N said.

‘Ian, I asked Ian.’ He said.

‘Oh, you want some water or juice?’ Y/N asked.

‘No, it’s fine.’

‘Alright, what brings you here?’ Y/N asked. Not trying to sound rude.

‘I wanted to talk.’ Shawn said. ‘I know it’s been 4 months, and that’s the worst 4 months of my life, I love you Y/N and I’m sorry if I hurt you.’ Shawn said.

‘Shawn, it’s time for us to move on. It’s your time to get your dream girl and it’s my time to do the things that I never tried because of you. We’re having our own separate lives and I’m so happy right now, Shawn.’ Y/N said in her calm voice.

‘We can just pretend it didn’t happen. I want you back, Y/N!’ Shawn said.

‘You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!’ Y/N said. She wanted to slap Shawn but she can’t because even how many times she’ll say that she moved on there’s this part of her that still loves him.

‘Y/N please.’

‘Shawn, I don’t want to go in another relationship with you, I’m done. You’ve hurt me so much, I’m fixing myself now so please.’ Y/N said.


‘Shawn, I love you that’s why I let you go, so please let me go. Let me be happy, let me be free.’ Y/N said. She’s trying to hold back the tears that are going to come out in her eyes.

‘But what if I can’t?’

‘You can, Shawn. Trust me, you can. I’ve been there and you’re stronger than I am. There’s a million girls out there that you’re going to meet, you’ll be fine without me and you know that.’

Shawn didn’t respond he just looked at Y/N for a while, he’s trying to memorize her face, he’s imagining her smiling because he knew that this is going to be the last time that he will going to see Y/N, that he fucked up so bad. It’s too late, Y/N already moved on.

‘You will always have a special spot in my heart, Y/N.’ Shawn said as he reached for Y/N’s hand.

‘You do too, Shawn.’

anonymous asked:

Are you just surprised that the Cas death scene wasn't full of more Destiel? Dean has cradled Castiel's face when he's been merely injured. All those sweet little touches and concern over each other's safety. I'm just so surprised Dean didn't cry.

Last night I was in shock so much that I pretty much just focused it on Cas. But I just rewatched it (i just reblogged a vid) and just look at Dean looking around, looking up to the sky. I don’t think that’s how Dean shows emotion, at least not in this case. He’s in denial, he doesn’t think this is real or thinks this is the end. 

Cas has to come back to him, he always does. 

P R E S S U R E { 6 }


{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3} {Part 4} {Part 5} {Part 7}

Pairing: Reader X Yoongi

Word Count: 6,283

Genre: Romance, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Cursing

Summary: After dating for almost 3 years, the armys and Yoongi’s label have found out about your relationship. Now you have to deal with it in your extraordinarily normal life.

I woke up in an unfamiliar bed and it was still dark outside. Yoongi was asleep next to me, so I knew I was safe. Before even trying to figure out where I was I was running to the bathroom to vomit into the toilet. I just remembered wanting to throw up then being asleep. As I looked at the fruity drinks exiting my system, I remembered earlier in flashes. I must have passed out due to the shock of that girl actually hitting me.

I heard footsteps from back in the main room and rolled over to lock the door. It must have been Yoongi and he must have rented a hotel in fear of taking me in an uber home would look suspicious. Or maybe he didn’t want me throwing up in a random car. That was probably it.

He banged on the door, “Hey, Y/N? Are you still vomiting? Can I come in?”

I pouted and even though I’d vomited a good amount of it out, I still felt the alcohol and anger in my system. “No, let me vomit in solitude.” I heard him sigh and he walked away from the door.

I flushed the toilet and stood up to wash my mouth out. There was a cheap toothbrush and some travel size toothpaste he must have made the hotel run out and get for us. I rinsed my mouth out and brushed it to feel better about myself. I was still in the same clothes and my phone was still in my butt pocket.  My phone was almost dead from the amount of messages I’d gotten and that didn’t even include the ones I never looked at throughout the entire day.

Julianna had sent me seven messages so I opened those first since she rarely texted me. “Where are you?” “Are you okay?” “Which hotel are you at?” “I’m at the same one” “Y/N I FUCKED TAE” “PLEASE CALL ME” “OH MY GOD HELP ME”

I hit the call button in the top corner of the screen and unlocked the bathroom door. I didn’t even turn to face the bed where I knew he was watching me out of embarrassment and instead stepped out of the room, leaving the lock clasp to keep the door open. She picked up within 3 rings and basically just repeated what she had texted me as I sat on the floor outside of my room. She told me how her and Tae ended up dancing and drinking throughout the night and before she knew it they were making out and heading back to their hotel.

She was just primarily worried about Jungkook in the end. The boy had some weird puppy dog crush on her and this would kill him if he didn’t already know. She went on and on about how she felt guilty about this, but she didn’t regret it at the same time. Then she told me all about how she’d thought she had feelings for Taehyung for a while, but never pursued out of respect for Jungkook but tonight the alcohol took over. I heard a door open in the room and the call ended, so I guessed Taehyung had just come back in.

I looked through the rest of my messages and they were mainly just my friends being worried about me after hearing about or seeing what happened. Alicia texted me to tell me she and Jimin got to her house alright. Whenever they were in New York he tended to stay with her family. The accepted him as a son since the two were so close. People always assumed they were dating or something, but they had denied it time and time again saying that they were too close to fuck. Their exact words. Something in me didn’t believe it, but it wasn’t my business.

The text messages from Luke read that he had gone home directly after, feeling bad about the entire thing. He made sure to mention that a bunch of girls tried to get with them, but he denied them all and sullenly took the train home alone. In contrast, Anthony’s messages read that he had hooked up with 5 girls and he was very proud of himself. That message was sent in the groupchat however and his private messages read “Hope you’re all good, bring me home food when you come home tomorrow”. Ahh, the love. And with that, I decided it was my turn to return inside to face things I’d been putting off.

I walked back inside and Yoongi was sitting on the bed, just staring out the window at the city lights. I closed the door and locked it then shed myself of my shorts and my bra.

“How do you feel?” he asked and turned his attention towards me, automatically putting an arm around me once I sat down next to him.

“Like someone should have been watching how much alcohol I was drinking.” I sighed and he began to rub my back. I dropped my head onto his shoulder and closed my eyes. “I’m so stupid, I’m sorry I get angry quickly.”

He let out a little chuckle and he put his head over mine. “Don’t be sorry for that. That girl lied to me saying she was some from international management so I was literally stuck there for that whole time instead of partying with you. You always get in over your head at those things with your weird attachment to alcohol.” I hummed into his shoulder and climbed on top of his lap, slowly pushing him down into the bed. He just shook his head up at me as I sat on my knees above him. “You’re too beautiful for you to worry about losing me the way you do, darling.”

Yoongi pulled me down lower and combed his hands through my loose hair as he brought me down. He moved one hand to my hip and wiggled up to the head of the bed with me still on top of him. His eyes were this nice dark brown that seemed to be even darker in the dimly lit hotel room. I rolled off of him onto my side of the bed and cuddled up close to him, burying my head in his arm. I traced the lines of his chest and his breathing began to slow down.

I still felt like I was full of apologies, but some shit can’t be saved. “Hey, don’t sleep yet.” I whispered and his eyes fluttered open to look back down at me. “I love you, I’m sorry I’m taking you down with me sometimes.”

He just shook his head. “Y/N, you don’t understand how much I love you. I’m sorry that some dumb people are so focused on taking us down in the long run. You know how that girl got in? She was let in by some executive. Then Namjoon told me that everyone was giving you so much alcohol while she was talking my ear off so you would hopefully get so fucked up and do something that they could force me to break up with you over.”

I figured my heart would drop with the information he’d just told me, but it didn’t. It stayed entangled with his and he squeezed me tighter when I felt myself ready to cry. “I just don’t get what I did.” I didn’t start to full blown sob, it was subtle but in the silent room all you could hear was my sniffling and my hand moving back and forth from the blankets to my face to wipe my tears. “I know I didn’t do anything wrong… I know it, Yoongi. I’m not stealing from you or using you. I know I’m not. I’m not getting paid to date you for exposure.”

My tears began to come out quicker and I made eye contact with him. He hated seeing me crying from being upset. He loved my happy tears, but this made him hurt too. His eyes read that he wanted to copy my motion of crying, but his dedication to seeming like the strong one was too real for this moment. Maybe he knew I’d cry even more if he began. “I’m just so in love with you and all I want to do is be happy. I hope I’m making you happy because you pushed me out of such a dark place and now I feel myself falling. Every fucking time something like this happens I just don’t care about picking up the pieces sometimes, you know?”

His voice was small. “I know.”

“All I want to do is be with you and maybe one day get married and have kids and a house with Holly and with you. I just want to be with you without ruining everyone else’s lives.” The words seeped out of my mouth and I wasn’t embarrassed, we both had the same ideas for the future, but saying them out loud really made them feel real.

“Nobodies lives are ruined by us being happy, Y/N and the sooner you accept that, the less we have to do this. You falling apart right in front of me and making us both worse for the wear. Perk up, buttercup.” I peered up at his face and he had a delicate smile on. His eyes were focused on mine and he wiped away my tears before leaning down to give me a long, lingering kiss.

“Can we go home first thing in the morning?” I whined, burrowing myself into his chest.

“Anything for you.”

He had set an alarm for 8 am and of course, it didn’t even make him move a muscle. My head hurt and so did my stomach, so I turned it off and threw back on the clothes I had shred last night. “Get up.” I groaned, pinching his cheeks. He crinkled his nose and I was surprised at how quickly he had gotten up today. “I’m brushing my teeth then I’m leaving. You can sleep here until check out, if that’s what you want.”

As I walked into the bathroom, I heard his feet thud onto the ground and slowly walk over to me. As I began to brush my teeth, he was next to me doing the same. Despite how shitty I felt, I couldn’t help but to smile when I looked at his lazy face. He picked his hand up and pinched at my cheeks. I had to spit everything out because I knew I was about to bust into laughter. He joined me in it and I slipped into the shoes I had worn last night. I was afraid to even look into a mirror at how my makeup looked, so I didn’t even bother.

Again, we took an uber home and he napped the entire way there. The driver tried to make small talk with me, but with the way we both looked right now I couldn’t imagine doing so. My first impression was already bad with my appearance at the current moment that I couldn’t imagine how my hungover attitude would come across. As we pulled up to my house, I knit my eyebrows seeing my car gone, but at my front door there was a man in a suit. I felt like this was about to turn into some action movie, but all I wanted to do was burrow myself in my boyfriend so I wasn’t about to let this happen.

I took Yoongi’s snapback and pulled it down low on my head. He didn’t even throw me a look this time, he just knew I had no intention of talking to whatever church guy was at my front door at the moment. I waved goodbye to the driver and he quickly sped away. It was hot out today and it simply made me angrier. I kept my eyes glued to the ground as we walked up and Yoongi began to speak. “Can I help you?”

The man spoke with a british accent, “I’m looking for Y/N Y/L/N- Are you Min Yoongi? Then that must be-” I made a sour face and slowly looked up, making eye contact briefly before Yoongi stepped in front of me.

“Again, can I help you?” Yoongi’s voice was a bit gruffer than a moment ago. It was his signal for being annoyed.

“Can I come inside for a moment? I have a lot to discuss-” he tried to dodge around Yoongi to speak to me directly, but my boyfriend kept moving around me to block his view. “My name is Winston Reys and I’m with Modest Management. The moment we saw the video of Slow Burn I was sent on a plane here to come and try to get you guys to sign. I’ve been doing digging for hours and managed to come across your address, as you seem to be the leader. We’d like to sign you.”

I quickly became even sicker to my stomach and ran over to the side of my house to vomit into a trash can. I heard Yoongi running after me and he rubbed my back as I vomited my insides into the garbage can. I looked up once I was done and met eyes with Winston and then back to Yoongi then back to the man who’d ruined my morning. “You- You’re gonna go. You can leave your number, but you’re gonna leave my property.”

“I’m not leaving without your number, you’re a young girl and of course I wanna respect you and your band, but I’m serious about this. You guys have the sound we’ve been looking for and female fronted bands are so in.” he sounded so excited that I couldn’t say no. Yoongi just grabbed my keys from my bag and left me to write down my number. I explained to him that if I was to call, it wouldn’t be for around two weeks as I was going on vacation and he just nodded through it.  He handed me his business card. “You won’t regret this, I’ll be  awaiting your call!” he yelled as he jogged off.

A record label? Signing our band? It seemed surreal and totally out of the ordinary. Of course, my average life was full of stupid surprises brought on by Bangtan and my overwhelming anxiety followed up by a need to make myself suffer.

I walked up the steps and into my house only to hear my shower running. At this point, my phone was dead so I just plugged it into my charger and flopped back onto my bed. The thoughts in my head were running rampant and quickly making my headache even worse. The second my phone turned back on, I sent a message in our group chat saying that they all had to get to my house quick.

It was returned with silence and thus, I called the chat so the annoying ringtone I’d put on each of their phones would wake them up. The four of them rotated through the call and I didn’t tell them anything other than that it was dire and they had to come over stat. All of them asked me if I was hurt followed by if I was pregnant or not. My sex life was none of their business, even if they thought it was sometimes.

After the call had been made, I threw my phone back down and jumped onto my feet. I didn’t quite smell, but I felt extremely close still wearing the clothes I wore out last night. I changed into a pair of sweatpants and a loose white Sublime shirt that I’d bought 3 sizes too big by accident in High School. Instead of sitting in my room, I laid down on the purple couch in the front room.

I focused on the only sound that rang through the house right now. Yoongi was rapping english songs to himself in the shower. He was very proud of how well he spoke the language, but always got down on himself about his rapping skills in english. They were remarkable, especially since it wasn’t his first language, but good ole’ Yoongi always liked to push himself to the brink for his career. He was talented as it was, but he just kept going and going until he crashed. Then he’d take a break and start all up again.

He was rapping a song I didn’t quite know, but he kept reciting each line over and over until he could run through each verse perfectly. His diction was definitely getting better, but the constant pauses made me think he was just getting in his own head about it. Everytime he almost did it perfectly, I’d hear a loud curse in Korean fly through the house and he’d go back to the start again.

My focus on the beautiful tones of his voice were interrupted by loud honking and yelling outside. I stood up and walked out to my porch, watching as the four of them showed up in their separate cars and arrived at the same time, were now arguing about parking. I lived on a short one way where you could only park on one side of the street. Alicia had cut off Anthony it seemed and pulled all the way up in my driveway while Julianna was attempting to parallel park in a spot the head of Luke’s car was going into. I just sighed and sat on the steps watching them fight this out. I couldn’t control this and I wasn’t about to try to.

Anthony ended up pull up in the back of my driveway, right behind Alicia’s car while Luke was slanted in the street and half in my driveway. I had a feeling that the town’s security would come knocking and telling me to move it before he gave it a ticket, but we had time. They all looked half asleep as they stomped into my house and took their normal seats in my living room.

Alicia and Anthony sat on the loveseat while Julianna sat on the left of the bigger couch and I sat in the middle. Luke sat in the big chair that loomed off to the side. To keep them from falling asleep, I had to explain what had happened to them right away. With the mention of a record label wanting to sign us, their mouths dropped.

“And you turned him down?!” Anthony was screaming. “This is why I didn’t want you to be in charge, you dumb bitch.” He sounded angry and I knew he was genuinely angry. Even if we had all decided I was best suited for the leadersque roll, he was always against it. Anthony always believed I was too nice and too shy and anxious to take charge, even though most of the time I did. As soon as he called me a bitch, almost on cue, Yoongi stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his hips. He made a face towards our meeting and glared at Ant for a minute. He slipped into my room, slamming the door behind him. “I don’t even care if he’s mad at me for that, he knows what you’re being right now.”

“You need to calm down, dude.” Alicia put a hand onto his arm and pulled him so that he was leaning back to prevent him from getting up to continue yelling at me. “Everyone here but you would have fucking flipped out and you know we can’t have an irresponsible idiot in charge of whatever this is.”

“We didn’t even have a name until like 3 days ago.” I muttered, sinking deeper into the couch and burying my head into Julianna’s shoulder. I pulled away and ran my hands down my face, sitting backup to look towards him. “What do you guys wanna do? You’re all in school and stuff for degrees- This is life changing. And he couldn’t have come at a worse time.”

“Well, what did you expect?” Luke questioned, “Our videos have been blowing up online. My facebook is full of friend requests and my followers have shot up on instagram and twitter. All of ours have. People love our music, man. Have you been turtled from your phone?” I nodded. “Well, that’s what’s been goin’ on. I think this is an opportunity and I’m willing.”

“I have nothing else going for me.” Alicia and Anthony said in sync and looked at each other with sad faces. They quickly went back to excited while they turned their attention to Julianna and I.

Julianna looked nervous. She had always had her whole career mapped out. She wanted to be a kindergarten teacher because ever going anywhere was music always seemed out of the picture for any of us. We were incompetent and lazy, so nothing ever got done too quick. However, this was a chance and she nodded to it.

Then the realization set in. “Oh my god, I have to go quit my job. How am I gonna tell Steve?” I sounded frantic as I began to scratch at my arm. “I’ve had dreams about this before and they never go too well.”

I’d had a close relationship with my manager Steve for the 3 years I’d been working in the deli. He called the two of us kindred souls. We both had this terrible luck that was almost funny sometimes. He’d called me his favorite daughter and even invited me to have dinner with him and his kids a few times. He joked about how I fit right in since I was barely 4 years old than his kids, but in the end I was the queen of that deli and he knew it.

“You’re freaking out about that?” Anthony groaned, “I just wasted so much money going to school to be a doctor…”

“We’ll figure it out.” I stood up and stretched, “But, I think one of you should call this guy back since I’m not capable too.” I smiled and threw the business card towards Anthony. “I’m going to shower then quit my job. Julianna, can you take me over in like 20?” she nodded and gave a nasty look to Anthony. “I’ll see you all later.” And left the room.

I heard them speaking for a few moments before they all walked out of my house. Yoongi had walked out and simply told Anthony that wasn’t cool before retreating into what I guessed was the kitchen. Anthony tried to defend himself, but nobody was really letting him at this point. They were just mad that he made me mad because I was petty as hell most of the times about these things. I knew the business card would be left on the table next to the couch for them to do, but it was the effect that I needed to leave.

Everyone was completely aware I was capable of making these calls and such, but he just liked to piss me off it seemed. In the back of my head, I simply figured that he thought he would be much better for it, but nobody else would agree with him so he’d just push me and push me until I simply broke. Except, I have too much fucking tape to rip to pieces anymore and he knew it.

They talked about how if this went well how it could affect their lives and Alicia was just happy she didn’t have to finish school now. Even if all of their parents might be angry about this, they were all extremely excited while I just mulled away in my shower. They all left one by one and I heard Julianna flip on my TV. I could hear her and Yoongi talking, but what they were discussing was almost inaduble until I heard him yell, “You fucked him!?” Then I knew she’d decided that she needed to vent to someone else about this.

I jumped out of the shower as they began to grow louder. He was lecturing her and she raised her voice at first, but quickly retreated into her shy state and I knew he would soon make her cry. Yoongi had this thing to him sometimes where he just wanted to be protective and take care of his friends. It also came along with completely disregarding other people’s feelings sometimes.

I threw a towel around myself and slammed open the door, yelling “Stop!” towards him. He scoffed and sighed, leaning back into the couch with his arms behind his head. Julianna was scooted into the far corner of the couch with her head on the arm and her legs draped off of the side. As I walked back into my room to get dressed I could hear him calm down a bit and she gave into what he was trying to explain to her.

Yoongi basically said that she should tell Jungkook and let him know, instead of him finding out from Taehyung who would probably end up spilling it in some heated argument as leverage. She didn’t quite get why she had to tell Jungkook for a bit, but he soon explained to her about Jungkook’s feelings without making it sound a tad creepy. She didn’t process that two of her close friends had feelings for her too quick, but she got it by the time I came out. Her face was paler than normal (Which was truly saying a lot) but she had this look on it that she understood things better after her talk with her wise grandfather.
“Ready?” I asked and she nodded. “Yoongs, you coming?” he nodded. They shared an awkward exchange as I held the door for them, not thinking too much on it anymore. The drive over was full of the fun laughter I’d been yearning for since I’d been stressed for the past few hours. It was a nice time, even if it was only a fifteen minute drive to the next town. Everyone lived a town away from you since you’d moved a bit over and your job was there too. It was an extra few miles, but my life was in that town and so was I. Even if my gas tank suffered.

“Are you ready for this?” Yoongi was teasing me from the backseat. “Are you sure you can do this? Have your dreams prepared you?”
“Shut up.” I snapped.

I’d been having vivid dreams for the past few years and some of them were super awesome. Like, I’d be living my totally average life then suddenly I’d find out I had super powers or become famous (There was some weird irony in that one), but I’d always have one single thought first. It was “How do I tell Steve?” Yes. In my super cool dreams my thought was always how do I quit my job that doesn’t even matter in this made up place. I was truly one to be reckoned with.

She pulled into the lot and parked right near the entrance. Maybe in Julianna’s head she parked so close to give me a quick escape or she just thought I was too lazy to walk across the lot. I got out of the car and she nodded towards me. Yoongi got out as well and I figured it was simply to say hello to everyone. The guys I worked with happened to love him.

The first time he’d ever come to my job, I had given the chefs and everyone else warning that my boyfriend was coming and the way he was. They took it lightly and asked me a bit about him. When I told them he was a rapper, they’d laughed. Later on they had told me it was because they figured he was some soundcloud rapper or something, but they got a good laugh out of it.

At this point in time, the only person I worked with that knew what Yoongi did was this guy Scott. He worked with me upfront and always listened to my vivid complaining. When I told him that my boyfriend was a K-Pop idol his first reaction wasn’t to not believe me, but he just thought it was extremely cool. So, when I told everyone else my boyfriend was coming, Scott chimed in about his music. Which made them start playing BTS in the back and of course Yoongi walked in while they were listening to his music.

He laughed it off, but it was early in our relationship and I got extremely embarrassed and excessively apologized. He simply flicked at my forehead and introduced himself to my coworkers. They ended up talking about music and a bit of video games and I knew my second family already loved him.

The second we stepped in the doors, we were greeted by a few screams from some girls sitting by the deli. Even though I was off, I should’ve expected this. They ran over to us and he simply sighed, waving me away to go get my thing done with. A few girls attempted to reach out to me, but his soothing vocal tone beckoned them over with urgent priority.

The deli was instantly alerted to our presence and greeted me with a series of confused looks as to why I was there. “Missed us already?” Mike teased as I walked into the double doors with a wave and I just laughed him off. “No, really? Did the superstar leave something here?” My face hardened.

“Of course we all saw the video, nitwit.” Scott poked fun at me and rested his arm on the ledge. His eyes kept glancing between me and the counter behind him for customers. His face easily read mine and with a sigh he walked away. He knew why I was here and it just caused my anxiety to peak up.

‘Sup kid?” Steve stepped out of the fridge and pulled out his earbuds that were keeping him company as he was packing out the produce for the day. Yes, I knew the delivery day schedules. “I see you didn’t come alone, but it looks like the man of the hour was stolen yet again. Damn.” he joked.

“Can we talk for a sec?” Everyone made a gasping noise. It was a bit obvious and their faces were kind of sullen, but Steve nodded and stepped out of the kitchen with me. “We’re gonna talk in your office?” he nodded. His office didn’t really exist, but whenever he made that joke, we just kind of walked around the store chatting. “You know why I’m here, don’t you?” I sighed.

“Knew the day would come and I’m damn proud of you.” he stopped moving and my eyes were focused on the ground. “Kid, c’mon. You’re talented, I couldn’t expect you to work at a shitty part time job forever. You just gotta keep in touch and shit. Okay?” I nodded and slowly peered up to him. He had the biggest smile on and opened his arms up for one of  his famous hugs.

I could almost cry as I accepted it. I felt kind of lame for caring about a job as much as I did, but I quickly realized I cared more about the people. I’d gotten so used to coming in here six days awake and being greeted by some of the coolest people I knew. They were truly my second family. “I’m sorry.” I stated as we broke apart and he just laughed.

“Oh, chill out. I better get a mention in your first award speech.”

“A record label came by my house today.” his eyes widened and he grabbed my wrist to pull me back into the kitchen.

Steve called everyone to the back and cleared his throat like he was about to give some long winded lecture. “Our girl’s getting signed, boys!” Everyone ruptured into cheers and my face flushed as I quickly became embarrassed. The kitchen suddenly was full of congratulations and “We’re so proud of you” speeches. They all went one by one and I felt like I had about four fathers at that moment. About halfway through it Yoongi had managed to crawl his way back there and join in with them about it. His was more teasing though since he knew what it took to get me to this point. Anxiety and vomit.

We ended with a bunch of hugs before we remembered Julianna was sitting in the car waiting for us and we left before anyone could stop us. The store was cleaned out of armys but it was only a matter of time before it became littered with them again. When we got back to the car, we found Julianna completely asleep with her seat rolled all the way back. It took a moment for her to wake up, but she jolted up with a small screech when she noticed we were in the car again.

We all laughed it off and the two of them started up some conversation about the lack of sleep they were getting. As they spoke, I was just lost in my own thoughts about my future. I never had too much of a set path for myself and that was always something I regretted. When I was younger, I had plans. I was a smart kid and wanted to pursue the better part of life. Go to an amazing Ivy League school and possibly change the world. Then, something terrible happened to me. I could never figure out what set me off, but I had my theories on why I became such an anxious being.

I was sick constantly when I was younger and I think I connected it to the outside world at first. Then I was afraid of people and that fear quickly turned into resentment which made me such an angry person. So, with all of it combined I was just scared. Well, I’m still scared, but I’m surviving somehow. I was living with the fear I had obtained so long ago and trying to channel it away from sending myself into a pit of despair. Sometimes.

When we returned to my house, I was confused as my car was back, but this time my mother’s was gone. I never really got what she was doing when she wasted my gas, but that was probably all it was. The fact that I had a full gas tank and she was probably 30 miles deep with the gas light on. We waved goodbye to Julianna and instead of walking to my house, Yoongi was climbing into my passengers seat without a word.

I furrowed my eyebrows and walked over to his window. He rolled it down and I was confused as to why my keys were in the ignition. “What are you doing?” I asked, leaning on the door.

“Let’s go.” he stated. I was still confused but walked around to get into the driver’s seat. I could see a bit of luggage sticking up in the trunk and a backpack in the back seat with a seatbelt on. He nudged his head towards it and I climbed into the backseat and undid the buckle.

“What is this, Yoongi?” I questioned and he simply had the most nonchalant face on. “You know I don’t like surprises.”

“I know.” he scoffed and his eyes stayed locked on me. I decided to play into whatever he was getting at and unzipped the bag. There a bunch of little things on top of a blanket. My hands automatically went to the Cinderella coloring book sitting inside and I just gave my boyfriend a blank stare. “It’s cause you’re my princess.” He was proud of that one. Next there was a glow stick with a star at the top, but I didn’t even question that. Next was a Dad hat with Cinderella’s castle, but he had to know that was my favorite Disney Princess.

My mind was slowly processing what was happening, but I couldn’t believe he had gone this way about it. It was so- cute. Next was a throw blanket of Monster’s Inc and by this point the excitement on Yoongi’s face appeared as I look down at a neatly folded sweatshirt that was at the bottom. I took it out and it was the castle and at the bottom it said princess. On the center of the sweatshirt there was a post it with Korean writing. “What does this mean?” I laughed, playing along with this.

“We’re going to Disney, Princess.” I smiled and put the hoodie on and got into the front seat. “A road trip right to there.”

“A road trip?” My smile was so big that it almost hurt to speak through it. “How long have you had this planned?” I asked and he put his elbow onto the middle console and began to count on his fingers.

“About half a year now? I know you haven’t gone since you were little and you love road trips so- It makes sense, yeah? Are you happy?” he pinched my cheek and I slapped his hands away. “I know you’re happy.” A soft chuckle echoed from him throughout the car and I leaned forward to place a soft kiss on his lips.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve this-” I backed the car out of the driveway, “But thank you.”

“You were just you, baby. Seeing you happy is all I ever truly want. As long as I’m happy too. Yeah. Being happy together sounds pretty nice.”

Author’s Note: Hey!! Thanks for reading everyone! I hope you’re enjoying Pressure so far! My ask box and messages are always open for feedback and chatting, honestly. Let me know what you think! 

part 7 

Vampire!Brendon Part 8!

A/N - @urisistable oh yes yes this is so good! Part 9 coming soon ❤

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Part 2 here

Part 3 here

Part 4 here

Part 5 here

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Brendon wakes early the next morning, to the crack of lightning and rumble of thunder as it pours rain outside his bedroom window. Rubbing his eyes sleepily, he stretches under the sheets pushed down low around his hips. A smile lifts the corner of his mouth, remembering the night before with you.

He rolls over and lifts up a little to check on you. You’re sleeping soundly on your side, facing away from him, with your hands tucked under your head. He melts inside, feeling the warmth spread across his chest at how adorable you look resting so perfectly beside him. He wants desperately to wake you, to see that light in your gorgeous eyes again, but you are sleeping so deeply and he knows you need it.

Resting his head down on the pillow, he settles behind you and listens to the soft little breaths you take in your sleep. His gaze follows the curve of your shoulder, your waist, up to your hip. He can’t help but wonder if he’s left any marks on your perfect skin after last night. Delicately, he inches the sheet down and peeks inside, very nearly gasping audibly at the bruises he’s left from gripping onto your hips. Lifting up onto his forearm, he releases the sheet and gently strokes your hair away from your face. You don’t stir, but coo softly as he caresses your hair back, exposing the very clear purple bites up and down your neck. His eyes go dark, tracing the outline of his teeth marks where he suckled the warm blood from your pulsing veins. 

He lets out an unrestrained, shaky breath, remembering how amazing it felt to be buried inside you while he tasted you. You were the best he’s ever had. “Mine…” he thinks to himself, sliding up close behind you, stroking his warm hand down over your hip, caressing over the bruises, as he places a gentle kiss against your marked neck.

With a deep sigh, you roll over onto your back, not yet awake enough to remember or care that you are completely naked under his hand stroking all over your bare stomach, hips, thighs and under the swell of your breasts.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” he purrs, his voice still low and husky from sleep. His hair has fallen almost entirely down in front of his eyes. You just coo softly, touching his chest with your fingertips and smiling with your eyes closed. 

His gaze is so dark, tracing every inch of your body, caressing every bruise he’s caused from gripping around your hips, pinning you under him last night, to the nip and bite marks around your throat when he was claiming you as his own. He rests his head down on the pillow next to yours, after sliding his arm underneath your head, trying desperately to be gentle as he watches you struggle to rouse.

Caressing up your ribs, he bites his lip, unable to help himself any longer. All of the markings on your skin are making him crazy with hunger for more of you. Lifting up again so your head is resting on his forearm, he leans down and cups you to his mouth, kissing and then suckling your nipple. You gasp in a sharp breath, feeling his teeth massaging into your warm flesh, almost but not quite breaking the skin. You claw into the tensed muscle in his shoulder and arch up into him.

Scooping his free arm under you, he draws you up into himself, switching to give each nipple equal attention. “Fuck you taste so good, y/n,” he breathes hard through his teeth. The wet suckling sounds and hungry growls he’s making as he attaches and reattaches himself to your breasts are making you crazy with need for him all over again. You can feel he’s already hard and pulsing against your thigh. Spreading under him, he slides his hand down and slips two fingers inside you easily, pumping them in and out with a good rhythm that makes you try to squirm under him, even though he has you pinned to the bed.

You rock your head back on the pillow, pushing your hands into his messy hair. When he curls his fingers up inside you, you cry out. “Oh fuck! I… I lo…ve you, Bre…n…” you pant as he finally allows your hips to lift up into his hand, meeting him.

“I know,” he growls, lifting his head so he can take in the glazed-over look in your eyes. “Do you want to taste how much?”

You don’t quite understand at first, focusing on the knot tensing in your stomach, but you nod over and over anyway. At this point, you’d have agreed to anything he wanted so long as he keeps making you feel this good.

His black eyes never leave yours even as he slips his fingers from you. Hushing your whimpers and whines, his full lips part, motioning for you to do the same. He traces his two wet fingers over your bottom lip and then you suckle them hungrily, looking up at him with so much lust in your eyes, he can’t stand it another moment longer.

Rolling you suddenly so you’re both on your sides facing each other, he hitches your thigh up onto his hip, grips his cock between you, and teases it into you. “What do you want, baby?”

You whimper and rock your hips into him, ignoring the painful bruises where your hipbones were crushed into his the night before. “I want you!” you cry out as if he needed to ask.

A smile falls over his lips and he arches his eyebrow, gazing at you so intensely. It feels so intimate and perfect, like you’re the only two in the whole world in that moment. Finally, he thrusts into you all at once, making you lift and cry out. He kisses your open mouth hungrily, gripping onto your ass, as he starts to pump himself into you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head before you shut them tight, but he watches you closely, enjoying every second of how good he’s making you feel.

“Whose are you?” he pants into your gaping mouth between thrusts.

“Fuck!” you cry, clawing into his tensed chest, and then back and shoulders, straining to paw onto him as he pounds into you, hitting just the right spot so suddenly, you think you’re going to come immediately. “YOURS. I’m fucking yours!”

“You’re goddamn right you are,” he growls, sweat starting to form on his brow from the effort. He catches behind your knee and lifting it up into his ribs, getting you at the perfect angle to come. “Give it to me,” he breathes, kissing you deep as you cry out his name into his mouth, coming on him suddenly, gripping onto him so hard from inside his own breathing catches and he thrusts into you wildly. He groans; an almost pained expression lifts his eyebrows and makes his jaw fall open as he holds onto your hips so hard so he can pound every drop of cum into you.

With an all over body shudder, he falls back onto the bed, bringing you with him, immediately kissing all over your red cheeks and lips. You go limp in his arms, dropping your head down into the pillow next to him. He draws the sheets up over you, keeping the warm in. 

Feeling your eyelashes against his skin makes him smile and stroke your hair so soothingly. He traces his fingertips over your bare back as you both catch your breath again. 

After fifteen minutes or so, listening to the downpour just outside, you sigh softly and place light kisses across his collarbone. “So… are you still in heat then or is that just normal sex for you?”

His stomach tightens and you feel it, making you smile. “What… how did you… Did Dallon say something to you? That asshole…”

You giggle and lift your head, gazing down at him. He has a tensed but amused expression lifting his eyebrows. “No, he hasn’t said a word. Your sister talked to me about being ‘in heat’ sometimes.“

He settles under you, losing one of his hands in your hair draped around your shoulders. “So…” you prod again, “is that a ‘yes’?”

His voice lifts and he laughs out loud at your persistence. “No, y/n, not in heat right now. Just after everything we’ve been through and then with the waiting for you to get better… I just need you so damn much.”

You can’t help but coo softly at his words. His steady heartbeat and how he’s caressing you all over makes you yawn. “I can’t wait until I can be in heat with you. Can you imagine?”

“What do you mean ‘with me’?” he coaxes you back from drifting to sleep. He cranes his neck to try to look at you better. “Babe?”

“Mhmm… when you turn me. I get to be in heat like you do. It’s going to be amazing.” When he doesn’t say anything, your sleepiness fades and concern spills out of your voice. “Unless… you… don’t want me like that. Oh fuck. Is there someone else?!”

Hot tears fill your eyes suddenly. When he attempts to hush you, you cover your face with your hands against him. He rolls you onto your back and draws the covers up, tucking you in and stroking your forearm soothingly.

“It’s not like that, y/n,” he very nearly pleads. “I want you the same way you want me. Probably more, even.”

You peak out from behind your hands, sniffling. “That’s not possible, Brendon.”

The worry lifting his brows fades when he laughs and takes your hand in his, kissing it softly. “Babe, I need you to understand,” he begins with a sigh. “The transition is rough. Rough is probably putting it mildly; it’s hell. When I transitioned, it was the most terrifying thing I’ve ever experienced. I was alone, in pain, so confused, wondering when it would ever end. Your body, your mind, your senses, go through something… something I don’t ever want you to have to experience; especially not after what we’ve just been through with those hunters.”

“I can… handle it,” you tell him tentatively, but he can read you far better than that. Still, he lets you have it.

“I know, y/n.” He kisses your fingers again and presses your palm flat to his chest. “It’s just… I’ve seen people - friends - who have not made it through the transition. They lost their minds… their lives. They get lost in the dark and never make their way back out the other side.”

“But I’d have you to help me,” you almost ask more than tell him.

“You have me either way. I just can’t imagine losing you. I can’t…”

Your bottom lip quivers and you can see the sadness in his big brown eyes. Caressing your cheek, he leans over you and kisses you soft and slow, reminding both of you what is good in the world.

“Brendon?” you mew softly when his full lips leave yours for a moment. You can’t help but reach up and stroke back a fallen piece of his dark hair. “I don’t think I’m going to stop asking you about it.”

“Sweetie, knowing you, I expect nothing less.”

Later that night, after all of the bags are packed and cars are loaded for the family’s trip to their other home in the morning, you find yourself cuddled up into his side watching a movie together.

Dallon is stretched out in the recliner with his feet up and hands folded over his chest, only half interested in the latest Resident Evil installment. Spencer is on the floor thumbing through his phone, while Zack munches on popcorn, attempting to throw pieces into Spencer’s drink.

Brendon wraps his arm around you securely, resting his hand low around your hip. You draw your knees up, leaning into him so far you might as well sit in his lap, but that might be awkward with everyone else in the room. Although, it couldn’t possibly be as awkward as Zack’s grin when he suggested, with eyebrows wagging, that you all watch Fifty Shades Darker together. Dallon and Spencer simultaneously vetoed that suggestion as neither one of them had gotten any sleep in their adjacent bedrooms, hearing you and Brendon going at it the night before.

After the movie ends, Spencer sits up and groans, “Well that was two hours of my life I’ll never get back.”

He picks up his cup and almost takes a sip, just as Zack throws one more piece of popcorn in and lifts both fists in the air triumphantly.

“You’re such a dick,” Spencer sounds mildly irritated, taking a handful from his full glass and throwing it at Zack.

“Yeah, but WHAT a dick, honey,” Zack says, pretending to flip back his hair.

You giggle and drop your feet to the floor, reaching forward to touch your toes. When you stretch, your top rides up your back a little, making Brendon purse his lips and glance over his glasses at the flash of your bare skin. Just as he reaches out to stroke you with his fingertips, Dallon chimes in with his dad voice. 

“Hold your horses there, buckaroo.” Brendon winces, giving Dallon a sideways glance. Dallon continues, “Let’s leave enough room between you two for the Holy Ghost.”

You feel a blush rise to your cheeks, knowing you’re turning bright red. “What do you want to do now?” you ask trying to change the subject. “Another movie?”

“I don’t know about you but I’m starving,” Zack says glancing into his empty popcorn bowl. 

“Maybe if you ate your popcorn instead of throwing it at me…” Spencer says under his breath but then speaks up. “If you guys want to feed, I can take her outside for a minute.”

Brendon smiles softly, stroking your hair back over your shoulder. He knows you’re still not used to watching him having one of his special “smoothies” and in fact on more than one occasion it made you a bit nauseous. “Do you mind, baby?” he coos to you, nuzzling your shoulder sweetly.

You shake your head and kiss him softly. “Come find me when you’re done.”

Zack moves across the living room, stroking his beard, catching up with Dallon down the hall. “I’m feeling like an O positive tonight…"

Spencer slides open the door leading out to the deck and you step out with him into the cool night air. You both settle into the adirondack chairs next to each other and look up at the stars.

After several long moments, he speaks up. “Brendon really cares about you, you know.”

You nod, smiling to yourself. Some days you can hardly believe it is true, that you’ve found yourself so completely in love with him, and that he actually seems to love you back. “I know,” you reply, your breath coming out in a visible puff of air, folding your arms across your chest.

“More than that,” he says, pulling off his jacket and draping it over your shoulders. “It’s like he’s back to his old self. I haven’t seen him this happy in… well, forever I guess. Not since she died. So thank you for that.”

His words sting your chest suddenly. Your brow furrows and you squint your eyes. “She? She who?”

Spencer stammers, realizing immediately you and Brendon have not had that conversation yet. Just as he’s about to attempt to explain, the door behind you slides open. Zack’s imposing frame stands in the doorway. You glance over your shoulder and see he’s sniffing the air and squinting into the darkness.

“What…” Spencer begins but Zack interrupts with a hiss. 

“Shut the fuck up. Get in here. NOW.”

Hearing his tone, you know so much better than to question what is happening. Immediately you stand and rush toward him. He tilts his shoulder, letting you inside as he continues to scan the tree line.

It’s completely dark and silent in the front room and you run right into Brendon’s arms. He grips you so tight and whispers into your ear: “Someone’s on the property.“

Too Late

Pairing: Eunwoo X reader
Genre: Angst that ends happily
Word count: 1,444
Summary: You and Eunwoo were close friends, but when you’ve been crushing so hard and he didn’t even know. When you think he has fallen for your best friend, Yumi, what do you do?
Requested by mymisstina : “Hello, can I ask a scenario with Eunwoo where you, him and Yumi are close friends. You have a crush on Eunwoo and start to get jealous and uncomfortable when he’s too close with Yumi? One day he sees you alone, crying and blaming on yourself about your “silliness” for falling in love with a guy who sees you as a friend? With a happy ending? Thank you” thank you so much for the request!
~Mod Phoenix

It was another usual day spent with your two closest friends. Eunwoo and Yumi had come over to your house for a movie night, as you watched the movie you couldn’t help but steal glances at the handsome vocalist beside you. He was completely engrossed in the movie and didn’t notice you looking, you found it adorable how when he was so focused he slightly bit his lip. You had been crushing on him ever since you met him, but you could never bring yourself to tell him about it. You couldn’t put your friendship at risk.

When you looked over again it took all you had not to yell, Yumi was resting her head on Eunwoo’s shoulder! What was happening? You quickly looked away, maybe it was harmless. You hoped it was nothing, I mean you all were close, friends were aloud to rest on each other, right? As the movie continued you kept glancing over, Yumi hadn’t moved her head from his shoulder. You couldn’t help but feel a knot in your stomach, a mix of jealousy, anger, and anguish. What if they ended up together? You couldn’t even think about that without wanting to cry.

The movie finally ended and Eunwoo happily said, “That was great! You always find amazing movies, Y/N!” He smiled as he looked over at you, then turning to Yumi he found her asleep. “Oh…” he chuckled and poked her in the side, “Wake up, you missed the movie!”

“Huh?” She asked groggily, “How long have I been out?”

‘Almost an hour,’ you thought to yourself bitterly.

“Sorry, I’ve just been so busy and stressed out I guess I’ve been missing sleep,” she explained, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Oh no, why have you been stressed?” His voice was full of concern as he turned to better face her.

As they talked about her classes and other things you felt like you had become a fly on the wall. It was like you didn’t even exist, which already added to the pain you were feeling. You awkwardly pulled your knees up against your chest, resting your chin on them. ‘What if it’s too late, what if he likes Yumi?’ It felt like you were falling through space with no bottom, that endless falling you sometimes dream of.

You were snapped out of your fall by the ring of a phone. Eunwoo pulled out his phone and sighed, “Sorry I have to cut this short, the guys need me back at the dorms. I’ll text you guys later, okay? Thanks again for having us over, Y/N!” He flashed you another smile as he got up to leave, making your heart pound so hard it felt like it would beat out of your chest.

Yumi nodded and got up, “I should head back too, wanna walk together?” Her question came as she turned and looked up at the tall boy, silently pleading.

“Sure!” He complied without hesitation, the two turning to you and saying goodbye again before leaving.

When the door clicked shut you flopped down on the couch, burying your head in a pillow and yelling. How could this be happening? This couldn’t be happening! You’re love for Eunwoo was so deep you felt physically ill thinking of him being with someone else. How could Yumi do this? She had a vague idea of your feelings, was she doing this to somehow spite you? Was she trying to take him from you? What was she planning? You could feel tears stinging your eyes as you sat up and headed to your bedroom.

The next day you got up and grabbed some coffee from your kitchen, your brain still a whirlwind from last night. You took out your phone and after much debating you texted the boy you loved. You absentmindedly held your breath as you typed 'Hey dude, have any free time today? Maybe wanna check out that new cafe that opened?’ When you hit send you let your breath out and groaned, why does he have to make you feel this way.

A few minutes later your phone buzzed, the screen of your phone lighting up with his name. You quickly unlocked your phone and stared at the reply, 'I’m so sorry, Y/N, I already have plans to go to the arcade with Yumi :( maybe I can stop by later?’

You read and reread the message until tears blurred your vision, lightly dropping onto the display. He was spending the day with Yumi, maybe you were too late. He was right there, and now it feels as if he’s farther away than ever. You didn’t even feel motivated to change out of your pajamas, you felt the endless void in which you fell come back. That sinking feeling was suffocating you and you felt like there was no escape. You made your way to the living room where you fell onto the couch, letting yourself give into your emotions and cry.

You cried for a while and finally calmed down and decided to watch some television. As the day passed you would go in and out of crying spells, from stoically calm to hysterically crying. It felt as if your heart had been completely ripped out and the gaping hole left was being burned.

You had fallen into another bought of crying, you were so disconnected from the real world that you didn’t hear your door open.

“Y/N?” You heard a familiar voice call.

You couldn’t stop crying enough to answer and instead curled up in a ball as if that would make you invisible.

When he heard you crying Eunwoo rushed in, “Oh my god, Y/N, are you okay!?!?” He knelt down beside you and put his hand on your arm, trying to get you to look at him. “What happened, your door was unlocked which isn’t normal!”

“No, I’m not okay,” You quietly hiccuped after getting your sobbing under control.

“Why? What happened?” You met his dark eyes which were full of concern, glistening with tears from seeing you so hurt.

“What happened?” You sorrowfully chuckled at the question, “It’s nothing, just something silly.”

“Nothing 'silly’ could make you hurt this much, please just tell me!” He begged as his grip tightened a bit on your arm.

You slowly sat up and wiped your face, when you sat up he placed both hands on your arms, holding you while still being able to look up at your face. With a sigh you looked at your feet and his knees as you replied, “I fell in love with someone who could never see me the same. Seeing him with someone else, even one of my best friends, is killing me.”

You couldn’t look at his face but you could hear the astonishment in his voice, “Wait, Y/N, are you saying..?”

“That I like you? Yes, that’s what I’m saying, Eunwoo. Not even like, I love you, more than you could ever know. But I’m too late in saying this, you and Yumi seem happy together though…”

“No, no, you have the wrong idea! Yumi and I are just friends, we’re not together. We went to the arcade because she was so stressed, she has no interest in me- she confessed to me today that she liked Binnie!” He explained frantically.

“Wait, what? You and Yumi… aren’t a couple?” You asked in disbelief as you slowly looked up to meet his eyes, those eyes that you felt could look right into your soul.

“No we’re not,” He answered as he took his hand away from your arm to wipe some of your tears away with his thumb. He then caressed your face as he whispered, “To be truthful, Y/N, I’ve liked you for a while. I was afraid to say anything since we’re such good friends, I didn’t want to ruin that.”

“Really?” You gasped as you two continued to stare at each other, “That’s why I never said anything…”

“Well since we both feel the same, do you want to go to that cafe you mentioned, you know, as a date?” He asked with a small smile as he stood up, offering his hand.

You silently nodded, a smile now gracing your face, when you stood up he pulled you into a hug, one hand around your waste and the other gently holding your head against his chest. You could hear his strong heartbeat as he held you there and if you could make time stop to stay in this embrace you would be here forever. You sighed happily as you whispered, “I love you, Eunwoo.”

Originally posted by astroknk

Lost (Alternate Version)

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader 

Words: 1609

Genres: angst mostly but fluff 

Summary: with Matt’s distance, you decide to check up on him. and you know exactly where he is. 

Notes: so i wasn’t happy with the other one, it was a bit rushed, but so far i like this version better. it is completely different. short, but definitely better! enjoy :) 

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anonymous asked:

miia, i need some advice!! i have the most crooked teeth ever and my self confidence has gone down so much but i won't be able to get braces :((

im not gonna tell you that it’s easy, but with that being said, at least this notion makes you aware of the fact that self-love and confidence is not a linear journey. remember, any change is progress- even if you remain stagnant in terms of how you view yourself for a while.

honestly, there just comes a point where you become tired of hating a part of yourself. i’ve talked about this before, but i grew up hating my nose so fucking much. i would go to unreasonable lengths to try and photoshop it smaller, and i literally dreamed of a nose job. eventually, i just got so tired of looking at myself and feeling a need to cry over something so small. i think what really helped me get out of this life-long (thus far) funk was focusing on what really mattered to me. i sat myself down and came to the conclusion that i didn’t actually want to be known as the “pretty girl” or the “girl with the nice teeth” because that’s not what’s important to me. what matters most in this world is who you are and how you treat people. i’m not just saying this, but i genuinely know how you feel. i was incredibly insecure about having terribly crooked teeth until i finally got braces. i had perfect teeth afterward, but even then i still found other things about my appearance to critique. there will never be a balance so long as you base your confidence solely on your looks.  focus on building your personality, and you’ll start to love yourself for more reasons than just the outside. everything falls into place after that- i promise.