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Hopeless Hearts

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jessicamarcia requested: Jungkook + Idol/Fan AU 
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 17,378
Author’s Note: Tbh I had some apprehension about this request because an idea I stumbled upon that just kept coming back to me was directly from this fantasy I kept about having about what would happen if I ever meet Jungkook and how and this just feels very personal to me as a result. Regardless, I decided to share because I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t decide to contribute my pain to the fandom.

ALSO, sentences in italics are being spoken in Korean.

Summary: You never understood the gravity of your position as an intern working Kcon until you fall for one of your favorite idols, Jeon Jungkook—quite literally too.

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Sometimes you think you have a lot of mixed feelings when it comes to your job.

On one hand, it’s a pretty incredible opportunity, one that you acknowledge not a lot of people get to experience first hand: which is working as an intern in the event operations department for Kcon—the annual Korean convention in which big Kpop groups will travel around the world to bring their music and their joy to the international fanbase. For someone who never actually had the means and the ability to make the trip as an audience member of your own accord, it’s fascinating to witness the back-the-scenes sight of how much effort and how much time goes into planning and organizing an event of this scale.

And because Kcon it in of itself is half a convention and half a concert, there were always many people needed to cover the different subsections of the event, which is where your role as an intern came into play. Given that there were two interns in the department of organizing the physicality of the event, you were put on the team mainly in charge of organizing the convention while the other intern assisted with scheduling of the talents and making sure the performances would go by smoothly.

But on the other end of that spectrum, working with vendors really allows you to see how many people handle responsibility and deadlines and it makes you want to pull the hair out of your roots. You like to think of yourself as a fairly reasonable person, giving a vendor 24 hours to respond to emails at the latest before having to resort to more emails and phone call—but this is absolutely ridiculous.

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tenaflyviper  asked:

There's a massive difference between being affected positively by fiction, and fiction allegedly causing someone to go against what they already know to be morally acceptable behavior, which most people do not have the capacity to do, as it requires lack of function in the prefrontal cortex. As someone who went to college to study the minds of abusers, I will be more than happy to educate you about how what you're suggesting is psychologically unsound, including sources to substantiate it.

Or maybe creating content for and supporting ships that are pedophilic normalizes said relationships. Causing minors to think these types of relationships are normal and healthy, putting them at risk of getting into a abusive relationship with a adult.

Shou didn’t keep his feelings secret.

Ritsu couldn’t really understand why. Maybe he didn’t care that it wasn’t requited. Maybe he didn’t even know how obvious he was being. Or maybe his views of love were so skewered from the years of neglect that he didn’t understand himself.

But, Ritsu didn’t get it.

Arms slung over his shoulder. A weight leaning against him, into him. laughter breathing against his cheek. Cheeky, tooth filled smiles. Blatant, drawn out stares. Warmth swelling from his eyes, spilling out and filling Ritsu’s bones with heat. Fingers like petals, tracing the lines of his palm like it was calligraphy and he was trying to read him.

Sometimes he could hear it in his words.

In the listed, snorting cough of laughter. In his snarky remarks. Even the subtlest words, the times he’d prattle on more to himself than anyone while Ritsu tended to his homework in his room. Shou’s tone of voice soaked something both bitter and sickly sweet. It made Ritsu’s blood run thick like syrup.

Sometimes, it was blatant. Obvious. Nothing subtle or slick about it. (As if the many times Ritsu had caught Shou staring at his mouth could be subtle.)

He’d ask him out, ask to kiss him on the lips, to hold his hand in public. He’d ask if Ritsu liked him back.

Ritsu always figured it was unrequited. That’s what he’d say when Shou would invite him to whatever qualified as a ‘date’ to him.

Shou would smile in a way that had Ritsu pinching his lips tight, thin. Like he knew something Ritsu didn’t.

“Think about it? Maybe?”

Ritsu thought about it more than Shou ever knew.

He never denied Shou’s affections, never pushed him away or told him to stop. Sometimes, he knew even though he never said it, Shou worried it was too much, he was too much. Was it?

Ritsu didn’t know, either.

But he knew he would never, ever tell Shou to back off, to stop. He’d never get angry at him for cuddling, hugging, brushing fingers against his knuckles or his cheek. He didn’t want it too stop. It made his bones melt, his blood steam, his fingers itch in a way he couldn’t decipher.

Is that love?

Did Ritsu love him? Was that how Shou felt? This feeling of… right?

Ritsu, sometimes, laid awake at night.

His face red, the sheets and blankets of his bed absorbing him, wondering what would happen if, the next time Shou asked him out, he said yes.

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When Dad was hunting a monster up around Massachusetts, he’d drop his boys off at Donni’s - oops, Ms. Donni’s - parent’s house to be babysat. After all, at merely two, Sammy was too young for a six-year-old Dean to care for for very long, so they needed a caretaker that could be trusted. Dad had saved Ms. Donni’s family a couple years back and so was happy to care for the two. She was so patient and good with them, not minding that Dean still didn’t talk much to anyone except for little baby Sam and, occasionally, Dad - and even then, only in private. She understood that he’d been through a lot.That’s why Dean liked Donni. Even if she did make them eat green food. 

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anonymous asked:

Now that I think of it: Even if Ryuji is an adorable cinnamon roll, I think he could become one hell of a ladykiller (or mankiller, or whatever's in between) if he really really tries to be. That and also trying to learn from Akira and Kidd.

…Yeah, I could see that.