i always love it when he waves


Surf Instructor AU Idea:
Bodhi works for Imperial Resort, Cassian works for Wave Guardians’ Surf Shop

“We can’t all be beach bums like you,” Bodhi says, leading the attractive trespasser and his trouble maker dog back out before they are caught and he gets fired.
“I’m going to take that as a compliment. You always wear the spandex when you go out?” Cassian asks.
“Regulation,” he shrugs, he hates it, missing the warmth of the sun on bare skin.
“What about after work? I’d love to see you out of it,” he says making Bodhi blush fiercely.
“You look a little red there.” Cassian smirks going through the gate as Bodhi sputters.
“Sunburn, I should go,” Bodhi answers quickly wanting to bolt.
“Well, you should definitely get some calamine on that…and come find me if you’re ever free,” he says backing away from Bodhi before winking and running off with his crazy dog. Bodhi can’t help but think about him for the rest of the day.

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-from another kaisoo shipper
“Hello, im a kaisoo fan from Hong Kong and I attended 12th day to exordium, if u see this video, theres a changing colour LED sign, (my sign) and i wrote ‘카디’ (((i actually used another video which was clearer imo)))
Unfortunately i didnt get a video like u bc i was too busy trying to raise my sign hahhaa
And like u said soo was really discrete, or he tries to HIDE he sees it but i swear hes always looking!! I usually use my binoculars in all concerts so i really do see he always look at my block
And at the end of the concert both ji annnnd soo came to my side to wave goodbye i swear both waved at my sign, bc ji even raised his arm higher the same time i raised my sign for him to see
Btw soo looked when he was at my block’s side but he also looked during the very first ment, i used binoculars to see him hahaha. Too bad i didnt manage to take vids cries, i was so busy flailing my banner around lol”
[ 170212—The EXO_‘rDium in Hong Kong Day 2 ]

FANACC HK EXO_’rDium Day 2

In continuance of kaiso.o’s kaisoo fan in HK Exo_rdium Day 1, the girl who bought this LED sign to HK DAY 2 yesterday is actually one of my friends, so to add more details: 

She told me that soo seemed to have noticed her sign before ji did since he always glanced in her direction during the first ment. Ji and soo went to her side’s extended stage multiple times (choreo assigned positions) so whenever she sees kaisoo turn their heads to her direction, she made sure to raise the sign above her head for a few seconds to let them see the sign.

(tbc kaisoo  noticing her sign is out of question)

She said she actually noticed many kaisoo moments where they just stare at each other, esp. at the end of performing a section of the concert. ((always our subtle couple)), she really hope fansites caught those staring moments and post them. 

She thought the best part was at the end of the concert where both ji and soo came to her side of the stage to wave goodbye, and like op posted, ji seems to have especially raised his arm to wave at her LED sign when she raised it up, soo did too but in a more general way. ((She said their smiles were so precious!) 

I am sad that she didn’t’ take videos as proof but I definitely won’t be shocked if kaisoo noticed her sign and truly appreciated her visible support. So If you are a kaisoo shipper, its actually so  important to show them support and let them know that there are still fans who care about them and love seeing them together. 

He has someone else

Hi guys! As promised, this is the One Shot of Harry cheating. Hope you’ll like it!

Plot: Harry’s girlfriend is confronted with the knowledge that he’s cheating on her and has no choice but to deal with the consequences. 

Warnings: There’s hints on smut as well as a smut scene, but it’s not too dirty. 

The pic isn’t mine, but oh so beautiful. 

It was Wednesday when the life I loved ended.

The day had started and been nothing but completely ordinary, until now. Because at this moment, both of my hands were numb, shaking and sweaty. My lips were bitten and I couldn’t recall when my eyes last had to fight so hard to keep the wave of tears at bay.
Nick had meant well, as he always did, being one of the nicest people I knew. He was staring at me, unsure what to say and I could read by his expression that he was doubting both, my sanity and whether or not he had made the right decision to tell me. His words kept replaying in my mind, becoming louder and louder by the minute until they resounded inside my head as a yell.

“Harry has been sleeping with a girl he met in LA for a while now. About 3 months, I’d say, but… maybe a little more than that.”

At first I hadn’t believed him. Because how could it be true? Harry and I loved each other and neither of us could ever betray the other like this, right? Understanding my doubts, Nick had grimaced and pulled out his phone, pressed a few buttons before turning the screen so I had a perfect view onto the numerous texts he had received from Harry. They had proven everything and told the story how he had met her and how, though he’d felt bad, had slipped into a relationship with her. My vision had blurred once I got to the part of him describing what had gone through his head while sleeping with her for the first time, and I had felt sick.
The reality of it all had yet to kick in as my mind tried and failed to make sense of it at all. It was most certainly not what I had expected to hear when Nick had called me this morning and asked if I could meet him for coffee. I’d expected it to be about Harry’s upcoming birthday. Sure, a little early, but hadn’t we started to plan his birthday party early last year as well? We had been so in love back then and, at least as I thought, still were. All the butterflies in the world erupted in our tummies when the other smiled. Our hearts beat in the same rhythm. We had the kind of connection every couple desired to have themselves and therefor stirred jealousy in them.
The smile left my lips as all blood drained form my face. Nothing would be the same from now on, I realized. The life I’d led for the past two years was about to end and turn into an unpredictable and unwanted replacement.

“Y/N?” Nick’s voice was soft and low.

One of his hands which had both been clasping his coffee mug reached out for me and took a gentle hold of my wrist. His kitchen in which we sat, suddenly seemed awfully small and a restlessness settled into my bones.

“You are welcome to stay here. I have two spare rooms so… you’d have your space. It’d be easy.”

Nothing about any of this was or would ever be easy.
Harry had held a girl who wasn’t me. His lips had kissed someone, other than me. He had sex with a girl. And she was not me. What made the tears fall from my eyes and spill onto my cheeks, what caused my heart to shatter into pieces was, how just because he had her, he hadn’t stopped holding me at night. Harry and I had still kissed, often, and with so much love we lost our breaths and believed to be in a different world. He had still come to bed with me and touched me, and looking back I could not recall feeling any less loved. But I must have been lacking his love for a long time, because otherwise, I would have surely been enough, right?
The skin of both cheeks was wet and no will was left in me to somehow stop the tears from spilling freely from my eyes. Nick’s expression of sadness and regret increased with each cry and yelp slipping from my lips.

“Y/N,” he spoke in a pleading tone, though I believed neither of us knew what he was pleading me for.

“I appreciate it, Nick,” I whimpered, sounding utterly ironic, “for telling me. I know that I-”

A sob wrecked through my body, interrupting my sentence and I briefly shut my eyes and attempted to catch a breath.

“You love H-Harry and he… what I mean to say is thank you so much, Nick…”

“Of course, Y/N,” he answered gently, a hesitant, yet warm smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

I tried to give him a smile back and raised my own mug to my lips, taking a small sip from the lukewarm camomile tea. Nick’s eyes followed my movements.

“What do you think you’re going to do next?” he asked quietly.

My shoulders lifted and lowered in a shrug and my aching lungs filled with air when I took a deep breath.

“I think I’ll go home.”


The sound of my home front door falling shut behind me had a shiver rush over my skin. The noise echoed almost in a mocking way and I hurried to drop the keys in the small bowl we kept by the wooden hall-stand next to the entrance. My feet made their way to the kitchen where I began the ordinary task of making tea in hopes a warm liquid to drink would calm my distraught emotions. To my great luck the tears had ceased to fall during the quiet car ride. Nick had insisted to drive which allowed me to settle down in my seat and try to collect my thoughts. Though I had not quite figured out how, I knew what I needed to set as a goal from this day forward. Ending what had been Harry’s and mine relationship for the past two years. There would be a lot to decide, plan and organize, finding a new home was at the top of that list, and no matter how much this all pained me, it was the only thing I could do.

Harry had taken someone new to be his partner, and though it may ‘only’ have been in the physical sense so far, it might as well have become an emotional connection by this point. It wouldn’t have mattered much concerning my decision. This wasn’t something I could possibly tolerate. The only thing knowing he was only in it for the physical act brought me, was a strange sense of relief. One that I couldn’t explain.  
Harry and I had stopped being the happy couple we had been for a long time, exactly 3 months and 2 weeks ago. That was, I assumed, not a coincidence and marked the day he had started to seek comfort in someone else. 14 weeks ago. 14 weeks, in which every sign, act and word of love had meant absolutely nothing.

I flinched when the front door opened loudly and slammed shut, indicating Harry’s return home. He didn’t call out to actually announce he was back, just like he hadn’t done in a long time. My fingers hastily rubbed my cheeks, drying them off and with both eyes squeezed shut I willed myself not to scream. I didn’t turn around when I heard his steps coming closer until he stopped to stand in the doorway.

“Hi,” he spoke, nothing but plain indifference in his voice.

Taking a deep breath I looked over my shoulder, wearing a fake smile like a mask while my hands brushed over the wrinkled shirt I wore.
His appearance robbed me of my last breath. Everything about Harry was so familiar to me, I probably could have described him in detail without having seen him in a month. And still, now that I was looking at his body, his effortless beauty felt overwhelming. The soft and slightly curled brown hair was styled up, freeing his forehead and making room for his green eyes to sparkle without any disobedient strands covering them. He stood tall, adorning the typical black and tight jeans combined with an almost see through white shirt, complimenting his physic by showing off every muscle. He looked like and angel. Perhaps that was why I had stayed a fool for so long. My gaze left his again and I turned to look back at my hands.

“Hi,” I breathed, pretending to be busy reorganizing our tea supplies. “I didn’t expect you to be home already.”

“It’s 7 PM. When else was I supposed to be back?”

Any other time you please, I thought. His words and the faint tone of mockery in them stung, as Harry hadn’t come home by the time he’d promised he would in a while. But I let it go.

“Right,” I mumbled, “How silly of me.”

“What’s for dinner?” he demanded, unfazed by my reply, just as if he hadn’t heard it at all.

Before I had gone to meet Nick, I had prepared a lasagna for Harry and I, thinking a nice dinner might give as a chance to talk a bit. Now it seemed like a joke when I stared at the food in the oven, watching how its crust slowly began to melt.

“It should be warm in about ten minutes,” I quietly informed the man standing impatiently by the counter, his phone in his hand, clearly not granting me any of his attention, “I’m not feeling too well, so… I’ll be upstairs.”

From the moment I exited the kitchen, I felt as if I was separated from my body. It couldn’t be my feet which moved up the stairs, fleeing from the man I loved. It wasn’t me who’s palms pressed the door to Harry’s and my bedroom shut and it certainly couldn’t be me who’s fingers turned the key in its lock with so little hesitation, locking him out. I refused to believe that the girl kneeling in the middle of the room, with her shoulders shaking as sobs and cries wrecked through her entire body, was me. But it was. And no matter how hard I tried not to, there was no resisting against the despair I was feeling. All of a sudden every last bit of strength left me alone with my excruciating pain and I felt utterly defeated.
The walls of our house were thin. So thin actually, Harry had often even claimed he could hear my every move upstairs over the TV playing in the living room. Back then this had made me laugh, now it gave me the knowledge that Harry could hear every painful noise coming from me. And the fact that there was no knock on the door made clear that he really didn’t care. He was punishing me with total indifference.
My trembling fingers reached for my phone and opened Nick’s chat, typing one simple message.

Don’t tell him I know.


Today it marked 17 days since I had learned of Harry’s betrayal and until two days ago I hadn’t done anything to work towards settling everything to leave him.

Harry had taken no notice of my despair. He hadn’t commented on my swollen and red eyes when I’d faced him after that awful first night and neither had he mentioned the fact that he’d had to sleep in our guest room, given that I had fallen asleep without unlocking the bedroom door for him. He hadn’t spoken one word about it, but instead stopped coming home most nights. And when he did, then he either behaved horrible to me or stayed silent all together. Simply put: we had become even less of a couple than what we had been anyway.
Noises like his rough voice announcing his departure or sights like him swallowing down his food without chewing so he could run off again, had me longingly miss the times where we hadn’t been able to get enough of each other.
I’d picked up on my plan only two days ago, after spending the night before with one of my best friends, Kate, who was quick to put me into my place. 

* one night earlier *

The heavy taste of alcohol on my tongue left my head feeling dizzy and my body in an almost tingling state. It needed more concentration on my part not to fall off the bar stool than it had in the beginning of the night, but I didn’t mind at all. This was exactly what I needed to relieve me from my ache. Next to me sat my friend Kate, very tipsy herself but in a much better shape than I was. She rested a gentle hand on my wrist and lectured me on my life choices.

“I know you love him still,” she said.

I shrugged and lifted my shot glass, tossing it back and swallowing the burning liquid. Though some days had passed, I hadn’t learned how to live with the newly gained knowledge of Harry’s unfaithfulness and until now I’d simply tried to push it to the little corner far away at the back of my head.

“I cannot comprehend what went wrong, Kate. What it was that I did to send him away.”

“You didn’t do anything, babe,” she spoke kindly.

Her blue eyes fixated on me and though I could tell that she didn’t approve of me drinking another shot, she didn’t comment it. It was my fourth tequila of the night and by this point, even my fingers began to tingle.

“I do love him. That’s why I haven’t kicked him out yet,” I admitted, my focus set on the tiny drops left at the bottom of my glass, “Well, that and the fact that the house is his.”

My sticky hands brushed over the skin of my cheeks as I hid my face behind them, shaking my head repeatedly. The liquor I had consumed kept the feelings at bay as I was, once again, overcome with the pure emotion of betrayal. My tears were kept from forming in my eyes and after taking one last deep breath I removed my palms, facing my friend.

“I love him, Kate, love him so, so much.”

I swallowed noisily as my heart fell to the pit of my stomach. Over the past few days I had been overcome with thoughts and memories of Harry and I whenever someone mentioned his name. The image of him lazily smiling at me as we lay in bed together after a stressful day was one that came back often. There had been a time in which it was part of our night routine, right after showering together, drying each other’s skin off and shortly before we began to make out tiredly. My stomach turned at the thought of what had become of that lovely ritual.

“Harry, he’s… everything. I mean…” I trailed off completely, my mind slow as it tried to find the right words to explain the situation I was in, “At least he has been so far and now that’s just supposed to change? I can’t make sense of it at all.”

“You didn’t choose any of this,” Kate spoke softly, taking a sip from her own drink, “Of course you don’t now how to make sense of it.”

“You know what’s the worst about all of this?” I asked.

The loud music around us seemed to quieten, as if anticipating what I had to say next. The air of the room felt so tense as if I could touch it.

“He still had sex with me.”

Tears shot to my eyes at the confession but I forced myself to ignore them, hoping they’d go away again. Kate’s brows furrowed as she, though understanding the pain I was in, didn’t know what I was getting at yet. My swollen eyes briefly focused on her face before moving to fixate on the empty glass I held between two fingers.
My next word voiced what had been frightening my for the past week, something I could only admit to someone as close to me as Kate without feeling embarrassed.


Her forehead set into a frown as she failed to follow my trail of thoughts. Then it seemed to dawn on her and for the first time since I’d told her of the dilemma I was in, Kate truly looked like she didn’t know what to do to help me.

“Are you… Y/N, did he knock you up?”

I let my head fall back before shaking it vigorously. “No. I’m not pregnant.”

“Then what is it you’re trying to tell me?”

“Harry fucked me bare because he likes it better that way. How do I know he didn’t do that with her as well, Kate? That he didn’t have his way with the both of us, without using a condom?”

“Sweetie,” Kate began slowly, still unsure of what it was I was trying to say, “what is it?”

“What if she’s ill?” I asked, staring at my friend with desperation.

“No,” Kate shook hear head as her eyes filled with sadness, realizing how frightened I was, “We’re not even going down that road, Y/N. Stop troubling your mind.”

“You can’t tell me it’s not a possibility,” I argued.

Cold fear ran down my back and settled into every cell of my body. The thought that Harry’s infidelity may have caused me to have a sexually transmitted disease like HIV, had begun to burden me that very same night I had learned of his lover.
Kate, who’s hand still rested on my shoulder, smiled and squeezed me gently. Her eyes still held a softness, but their usual confidence had returned.

“You are fine,” she decided and with a final short increase of pressure to my shoulder, she released me and snapped her fingers to get the bartender’s attention.

Kate’s obvious beauty had caught his eyes easily and the young male was quick to follow her request of bringing us two more shots. Once we received them, Kate clinked her glass to mine, her prefect eyebrows raised and a certain smile pulling at her lips.

“You’ll go home and get to packing your things. You can stay at my place until you’ve found something else, that’s not an issue.”

My mind rushed back to the moment Nick had offered the same thing and though my heart still ached, I was overcome with a warmth as I once more learned how good hearted my friends were.

“Thank you.”

Kate shook her head and held up one finger. “I’m not done yet. You need to get out of that house and away from him. That’s your part. Get all your things sorted out and plan a good way to dump him. Make it brutal!”

I opened my mouth to protest, but she went on talking before I had a chance.

“In the meantime, I will get us both a doctor’s appointment. I won’t let you run around with that stupid worry in your head.”

She downed her shot and squeezed her eyes shut as the liquid burned her throat.

“Thank you,” I repeated, meaning it with all of my heart.

Her arm nudged mine. “What are best friends for, huh? Besides, I could use a check-up as well. It’s been a while since I’ve gone in and made sure my most precious region is alright.”

The laugh that escaped me at that comment was probably the most honest one I’d let out since losing Harry and I made a metal note to from now on keep in mind, that you might just get by with a little help from your friends.


It was now day five since Kate had ordered me to get everything arranged and so far it was save to say that I was doing fine. I had received several replies from landlords who were willing to rent their apartment to me, one rather eager woman had even been friendly enough to send out a handwritten welcoming letter. I’d gone through my options, but before I would actually go and look at them, I had decided to take up Kate’s offer and stay at her place.
We hadn’t decided on a date for me to move in yet, but she kept it easy and had simply said I could come over whenever I’ve had enough of my cheating boyfriend. The day would come soon, I knew that, but I strangely didn’t dread it so much anymore. It was a strange thing to describe, but the whole planning process gave me an almost thrilling feeling and though I still wasn’t happy about having to leave my home and the man belonging to it, it wasn’t as bad as it had been in the beginning. I could somehow see where my future would be going and that certainty gave me strength.
Kate had kept her word and so we had both been to the doctor’s and though the HIV test needed a couple more weeks until the results were ready, I was clean from any other STDs. This knowledge relieved me from a great burden that had weighted on my shoulders and even lifted my spirit a little. 
That spirit darkened however the moment I was left alone with Harry for too long. Though I hadn’t seen much of Harry in the past days. I didn’t know where he went as he didn’t bother to tell me and I didn’t want to ask either. Never would he actually own up to where he was, but even if he did, I couldn’t bear the thought of hearing her name falling from his lips, along with some useless explanation.

Speaking of the devil, I heard the front door fall shut and a pair of feet walking noisily down the hall. I quietly shut the bedroom door and hurried to hide the few bags I had already packed by pushing them under the bed. I hadn’t stuffed them with anything he would have noticed gone. They were mostly filled with female products, a couple of shirts and some books, little things I could carry myself and didn’t need the moving company for.
Just as I was rising to my feet again, the bedroom door opened and Harry stepped inside. My heart beat so hard and fast I believed he must hear it, too and I clenched my hands, hoping he wouldn’t notice the letters addressed to me laying on our bed. Though I had somehow come to terms with my situation, seeing him was difficult. He still looked so much like my Harry. The one I had loved and cherished for two years, the person I’d given anything to and whom I believed I would spend all of my life with. His angel like face still looked the same, aside from the softness it had lost over the past months. The green of his eyes still shone with warmth despite their cold color and I had to remind myself to not look at them for too long, or else I might imagine finding love in them.

“What are you doing?”

His voice was rough and came to me as a surprise. After not having him heard say more than one word for several days, it almost felt foreign to hear him speak.

“I was just tiding up a bit,” I lied.

He gave a slow nod as reply and I bit my lip, unsure of what to do or say next. My eyes met his and for a moment I believed to see the same uncertainty in them as I knew mine held. When had we become such strangers?

There had been a time in which Harry and I had been inseparable. No matter where we’d gone, he would have always been touching me somehow. We’d walked with interlocked hands, stood with our arms wrapped around each other, his around my shoulders and mine around his waist and we sat with either his hand on my knee if we were in public or my feet in his lap when we were at home. When things got heated between us, which they had often, I would somehow end up sitting in his lap, grinding my hips to his whilst kissing down his neck and afterwards, when we’d lay in bed, he’d have his head on my chest and our legs tangled together.
If someone would have asked me back then if I believed we’d ever end up where we were now, my answer would have been a strong and certain no. Not ever. Us falling out of  love seemed as unlikely as snow in August.

“Alright,” he mumbled and then leaned down to have a closer look at the letters on our sheets.

My heart stopped when he picked up the envelopes.

“What’s this?” he asked, a frown appearing on his forehead.

I went cold when I recognized the envelope as the one holding the handwritten letter inviting me to look at an apartment east from here.

“Nothing,” I spoke quickly, but calm enough not to alarm him, “just an invitation.”

For a moment I believed to have my Harry back, because suddenly I could see something in his head clicking, as if he, in that moment, knew that I was hiding something from him. A flash of realization crossed his face and my mind rushed to make up a story, but before I could even begin to explain myself, the spark in his eyes was gone. His indifference towards anything considering me was back and he let the letter fall onto the mattress with a court nod.

“Okay, well,” he began and cleared his throat, “I’ll be out.”


The house was quiet when Harry entered it, finding the hallway deserted. Though a lot had changed for him in the past months, coming home meant looking for me. Even now, considering everything, the habit had stayed and so he timidly turned to enter the living room. There I was, laying on the couch, feigning to be asleep so I could avoid him. I briefly wondered when I had begun to follow the noise of his feet wherever he went. When had this become the only way for me to know where he was or what he was doing?
My act was broken when his fingers stroking my left cheek ripped me from my thoughts. He stared at me with surprise when my eyes shot open and for a moment we both seemed to be holding our breaths.

“I’m sorry,” he spoke hastily.

For what, I wondered, waking me from my pretended sleep or for ruining everything we’d had for someone else?

His forehead was pulled into a frown. “I didn’t intend to wake you up.”

“It’s alright, Harry.”

He gave a short nod. With him crouched by my side I could clearly see every detail of his beautiful and kind face, the evident jaw and the clear sparkle in his deep green eyes. All of a sudden the urge became too much and I reached out my hand, trailing the tips of my fingers along the skin of his soft cheek. My heart stopped beating when I felt the faint movement of him leaning into my touch. All breath left my lungs when his own hands lifted, one settling on the curve of my waist as the other clasped my wrist, keeping my hand on his face.
I stared at him with wide eyes. He seemed just as surprised at the affection we were showing each other, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, his face slowly leaned in, coming closer and closer until the tip of his nose gently nudged mine. I held my breath. A mixture of fear, excitement and sadness settled at the pit of my stomach. My heart picked up on speed and beat so fast as if it was trying to flatter away.
Though I hadn’t felt the touch of his lips in a very long time, there was nothing unfamiliar to his kiss. When he leaned in further and began to really move his lips, I wasn’t at all surprised that my own knew exactly how to fit to them. Warm hands wandered to my jaw, trailed down to my breasts where they stroked the skin for a moment before lowering further to my hips. Crawling into a sitting position without breaking the contact wasn’t easy, but I somehow managed and before I knew it my knees where on either side of his narrow waist and we were kissing while he hoisted me up and swiftly carried me to where our bedroom was.
We hadn’t laid on this bed together in a long time, I realized when he lowered me onto the mattress, but I pushed the thought away once his body came back into view. Harry’s eyes found mine and I could see uncertainty in them. Suddenly his touches didn’t feel as sure anymore and he hesitated before climbing to kneel over me. Though there was still lust evident in his orbs, I could also recognize a hint of sorrow and regret in them. He was breathing hard and the light hold he still had on my hips tightened, as if he worried I would disappear. Still wanting to ease his pain whenever he felt it, I reached out and gently brought his face down to mine, where I leaned up to press little kisses to his forehead, his temple and lastly his right cheek.

I knew it wasn’t right. Him and I shouldn’t be looking at each other like this anymore. We shouldn’t be touching each other’s skin like we loved one another and wanted to care for the other’s wellbeing. Harry’s mouth wasn’t supposed to settle onto my neck while his fingers freed me from all my clothing as my own hands did the same to him and the little moan escaping me when he pressed his naked frame to mine should not have left my mouth. And still it happened, with no no awkwardness between us. It wasn’t difficult to open my legs for him like I had done so many times before. Holding onto him felt like finding the home I had lost and feeling the warmth of his breath fan over my face as we kissed, somehow settled my nerves.

“Y/N,” he mumbled, his voice sounding rough and quiet next to my ear.

I could hear the question in his tone, asking for permission to continue.

“Condom,” I replied, my thoughts rushing back to the discussion I had had with Kate.

There was still a risk if we’d have unprotected sex now, a risk I didn’t want to take. A frown formed on Harry’s lovely face as he raised his head so he could look at me. I knew it felt better with no condom on, for the both of us. But I wouldn’t give in.

“I forgot to take my pill,” I lied.

He didn’t look as if he believed it and once again I swore to see a flash of realization cross his features. But he didn’t say anything, and instead silently moved to reach his black jeans. I didn’t ask when I saw him pull out a condom form the back pocket and instead tried really hard not to think about the woman he had bought the condom for, as he hadn’t used any with me for a year.
His tattooed chest moved rapidly and I noticed his fingers shake a little as I watched him put the latex on. His green eyes found mine before he slowly began to lean back down and over me again. The green of his eyes locked with mine as he came impossibly close. Our mouths met in a heavy kiss which said so much more than any of the words we had exchanged in the past few weeks. A kiss I broke off when a gasp fell from my mouth, a reaction to Harry bringing his hips forward and connection us in the most intimate way.

My heart burst and my tummy tingled. Harry’s hands touched me with such a gentle care it made me cry. He didn’t notice the silent tears running down my cheeks, too caught up in his own pleasure, though I could tell he was different than normally.
Sex with him had always been a big deal and meant a lot to the both of us. Sure, we’d had our fair share of short and rushed fucks in situations where we just couldn’t wait, but most of the time, it was about experiencing the open vulnerability and the other’s trust.
But tonight, it appeared to hold even more meaning to him. His movements, though firm and deliberate, weren’t harsh. He didn’t want to force me to an orgasm, but rather tried to gently coax it out of me. My lips were swollen from the kisses he left on them every now and again and I gently pressed them to the skin of his neck, sucking on it, leaving a final mark.

It felt good, even when it wasn’t supposed to. And when I came I cried even more, knowing that this would be the last time I’d feel Harry this close to me. Never would we be as connected to each other again. His moan followed suit and his body tensed above mine as he released. Our breathing continued to puff out rapidly and I whimpered when Harry pulled out, only quieting down when he came back to wrap himself around me.
That was it what broke my heart. His head still fit so perfectly into the crook of my neck and our legs tangled together so naturally. The soft snores leaving his mouth calmed my breathing and though I still cried, in that moment I was happy. Tonight, he allowed me to relive some of the hours we had spent together, hours I cherished and missed so badly. He’d allow us those few moments of loving each other goodbye.

I kissed his sleeping face and pulled up the sheets around us, before I secured my arms around his naked torso.

“I love you so much,” I told him in a whisper, “And I’m sorry you had to do this to me.”

A sob wrecked through my chest and I wound a hand into his soft hair, hoping he wouldn’t wake up. I needed him to let me absorb him some more, so I would have this moment as a clear memory.

“I wish you hadn’t found someone better, Harry. Someone else to take my place,” I cried and cursed silently when I was hit by another wave of tears.

“And above all I wish I wouldn’t have to leave you, my love,” I whispered.

My blurry vision settled onto his sleeping face and my heart ached at the knowledge that I would miss him so much more than I was ready for.

“But I do.”

I kissed his head one last time before closing my eyes. Harry hadn’t heard one word and though we both knew the end was coming, we spent that last night together in each other’s arms. Me crying softly as I caressed his hair, oblivious to him being tormented by nightmares.

Hope you enjoyed it and that it didn’t upset you too much. I’m super against forgiving a cheater so that’s why I chose this ending. 
It’s a subject I’m interested in so I’ll probably write something similar in the future. 
Request and feedback are both welcome! Also, please let me know what you think about me making the one shot’s a little longer. 

Part 2 is called “He’s with Me” , Part 3 is called “How could I be sure” and both can be found on my blog! :) 

highlights from disney world:

  • my teenage brother got emasculated by a storm trooper at hollywood studios because when one of them walked by and he picked up his little lightsaber keychain and waved it at him. the stormtrooper proceeded to point at his lightsaber and make a gesture with his fingers about how small it was and then held up his Large Blaster and stroked the side in comparison before walking off
  • tried to cheat at making the best car at the speedway in epcot by looking up other people’s successful designs. we ended up making the worst car to ever exist that looked like a gold subaru outback and had to deal with the consequences. we then won every single category on the ride with a subaru outback. we don’t fucking know how.
  • pissed off kylo ren by calling him crylo ron to the point he was yelling at the camera people to take the picture and then commanding us to leave and never come back again. he also threatened our lives a grand total of 3 times
  • baymax plays only fall out boy songs in his character spot at epcot. like on loop he just has the entirety of fall out boy’s discography going off and no one even says anything it’s just how it is. relatable content.

  • there’s just a large ass part of animal kingdom named harambe. like the theatre is named harambe and it’s on basically every single sign there and i can’t imagine the grief these staff members have to deal with because holy shit

  • the peter pan ride at magic kingdom was kinda terrible and i’m not sure why the wait was an hour and a half…the old animatronics for its time were definitely neat to see in the perspective of a period piece kinda like small world. the coolest part was the interactive shadow in the wait line, my brother punched tinker bell and she violently exploded into butterflies

  • flynn rider was there. space mountain is still one of the best rides in all four parks besides the dinosaur ride in animal kingdom and the tower of terror. epcot desperately needs an update with some new attractions it’s suffering from whatever the 80′s did to it. got to talk to a disney artist for an hour and he sketched me a drawing of experiment stitch, thanks oliver. haunted mansion is a gorgeous ride and i’ll never not fastpass cause the waltzing ghost room will never not absolutely kill this ass. they really like to promote star wars even at animal kingdom which is unnecessary and irrelevant but heyo capitalism. $20 chicken basket lunch. magic kingdom after dark will never not be the purest and most absolute embodiment of disney magic.

  • 7 foot tall piglet with a gun
Imagine all the people you meet in your life. There are so many. They come in like waves, trickling in and out with the tide. Some waves are much bigger and make more of an impact than others. Sometimes the waves bring with them things from deep in the bottom of the sea and they leave those things tossed onto the shore. Imprints against the grains of sand that prove the waves had once been there, long after the tide recedes. That was what Atlas was telling me when he said ‘I love you.’ He was letting me know that I was the biggest wave he’d ever come across. And I brought so much with me that my impressions would always be there, even when the tide rolled out.
—  It Ends with Us by Colleen Hoover

I just really love the idea that out of the trio, Bucky would always be the one doing the weirdest, socially awkward stuff. Like Sam and Steve love him to death but often pretend they don’t know him in stores when he starts bouncing the giant yoga balls or walking down the baby isle and shaking every single rattle.

Steve: You know he’s not gonna stop dancing until we wave at him.
Sam: I don’t want to wave at him.
Steve *gives the tiniest wave of his hand*: do you think he’d notice if we just left

Obvious -- Tim Drake x Reader

Yet another request done! Sorry if this one feels a little too fast paced. I wasn’t 100% how to write this but went with my gut. Hope you enjoy it my lovelies!

The request for this prompt can be found here.

Word Count: 841

Something had been off about Tim for a while now.

You’d first noticed when you guys were thirteen. Tim and you had always been close so when he started coming to school with bruises and various other injuries, you noticed. He’d waved off your concerns with a lame excuse every time. You didn’t want to press him too much and backed off at the time. As the years worn on, the injuries gradually became worse and more concerning.

“Seriously Tim, are you getting abused or something? Do I need to kick someone’s ass? I’m not above kicking Bruce Wayne’s ass.”

Tim laughed at your words. He’d told you of the billionaire’s adoption not long after it happened. You’d been to Wayne Manor several times and took every advantage to tease your friend over his new guardian’s apparent wealth. It was all in good fun and Tim knew you didn’t mean any of it.

“It’s nothing like that!” Tim tried to reassure you.

Your raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Is it that girl you were sneaking around to see a while back? The one that had a baby?”

“Shh! I told you that in full confidence that you wouldn’t mention it again!”

“If she’s causing the trouble then I’ll mention it to the Bruceman myself.”

“It’s nothing like that okay?!” The dark-haired teen suddenly shouted. He took a moment to compose himself before speaking again. “Just…don’t worry about it, okay? It’s not worth your time.”

You opened your mouth to snap back, but the arrival of the Wayne family butler cut you off. Tim hastily waved good-bye then made a beeline for the waiting car. You fumed as you watch the dark car pull away from the school curb. Huffing in frustration, you stomped over to the bike rack and began the trek home. You continued to throw around theories in your head as you made your way home.

Abuse seemed unlikely. Bruce Wayne was a billionaire, but not a cruel man. He had done several philanthropic works to help better Gotham over the years. The bike trail you were riding one was one such project. Bullying also seemed unlikely. Tim may be a nerd, but he was a fit nerd. It was evident to you that he could take care of himself if he were ever in a dangerous situation. Or at least hold out until help arrived. Tim didn’t strike you as the type of guy into BDSM either. The blue-eyed teen probably didn’t even know what that stood for let alone what it was.

“Stubborn ass. If he’d just fess up, this wouldn’t be bothering me so much.”

Your father stuck his head into the kitchen. “What was that honey?”

“Nothing Dad.” You grumbled back. “Just talking to myself.”

The rest of the night was spent the same way as always: you cooked dinner for you and your dad, cleaned the dishes, showered, and did homework. You were on lounging on your bed and perusing the internet looking for a distraction. You were too wound up from earlier to even attempt sleep.

An article about the various heroes that called Gotham caught your attention. You wouldn’t say you were obsessed with the vigilantes like most of the city was, but after being saved a few weeks ago by Red Robin you were thankful for their presence. Your clicked on the link and scanned the lines of text.

It wasn’t anything new, someone comparing the various incarnations of the Dark Knight’s iconic sidekick. It was common knowledge that there had been many to don the identity of Robin over the years. A particular line of text about the third Robin, now called Red Robin, caught your attention. It speculated the age of the masked teen to be close to yours. You’d figured as much when you met Red Robin in person, but something in the back of your mind was nagging at you.

Your cursor moved across the screen before landing on the picture of the feathered hero. A click later and it was enlarged making it easier to see certain details that stood out to you. You hadn’t gotten a good view of the man’s face when he saved you which meant you missed the obvious. Looking between the picture on your computer screen and the one on your nightstand, you groaned at your ignorance. You slapped yourself on the forehead.

“Of course he’s Red Robin. It all makes perfect sense!”

Not wasting a second, you grabbed your phone and dialed the all-too familiar number. You were surprised that Tim answered so quickly.

“(Y/N)? What’s up? Is something wrong?”

“You’re him.” You stated simply.

It was silent on the other line. Tim chuckled nervously. “I shouldn’t be surprised you figured it out. Don’t…don’t tell anyone, okay?”

“What do you take me for: a vicious gossip?”

Again, Tim chuckled nervously. “Can we talk about it later? I’m kind of in the middle of something.”

“Kick some bad guy ass Drake.” You order half-heartedly. “I want a play-by-play tomorrow.”

ؘ~Mod Nerd Bird


Imagine: markiplier proposing to you while doing a panel.

“Hey Mark” another fan came up to the mic just as Mark aka Markiplier aka your boyfriend was currently doing a panel in PAX which was always fun because you love how his face lights up when he meets all his fans and how he always is so nice to them,he really is a sweet kind loving human being even behind closed doors he was such a softie “yeah i love her very much and thanks you guys for supporting my relationship with the amazing girliplier” you chuckle at the name he has given you “ in fact she rigjt in front” he gestures to you and you stand up and wave “ hey babe come up here and join me” you nod and make your way up the stairs to the stage. “ hey guys” you wave to everyone and they all scream hello you smile and look to your boyfriend “you know you cant be called girliplier anymore” you raise your eyebroe in confusion what is he getting at “mark what do you mean”

he smiles and get down on one knee pulling out a velvet box and opening it to reveal a beautiful diamond ring “Mark” you gasp tears fill your eyes and you cover your mouth in shock “(Y/N) your beautiful,amd your the light of my life, your are everything to me and i dont think I would be able to live without you,you are the kindest person and most beautiful person i know and i never taught i deserved your kindness or love but here you are shining brightly and loving a man like me who sits in front of a computer all day playing games and you still out up with me for being a big baby,” you laugh and tears stream down your cheeks “ so will you (Y/N) (M/N) (L/N) do me the honour of becoming my Wifeipkier” you nod your head “yes,yes mark i will” you smile. He stares between you and the fans in shock and slowly begins to smile a cheshire smile and quickly slips on the ring and picks you up kissing you sweetly “I love you Mrs Fischbach” “I love you too Mr Fischbach” you gave eachother another kiss before continuing the panel this was the happiest moment of your life and any more moments like this were to come and they would be shared with you by Mark.

////////////////////////////////////// Hey guys i hope you enoyed this imagine. Request are open so dont forget to send them in.

I’m in love with this for several reasons, namely:

  1. all yall talkin about “Yuuri’s always bottoms” better take a damn look
  2. ties.  ties ties ties.  ties for days.  that tie probably costs more than their plane ticket, yuuri dgaf
  3. this shot:

Yuuri: bitch listen you know the drill when i’m wearing this outfit and skatin my eros, don’t look at them, look at me.

It looks like Viktor is waving here.  Who’s he waving to?  I hope Yurio.  Yuuri knows Yurio is watching.  He knows the world is watching.  This is a man staking his fucking claim on that russian beefcake in front of him.

And I can’t believe we have to wait a week to hear the dialogue that goes along with it.

Weak Spot

Title: Weak Spot

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Prompt: hi! i was wondering if i could get a bucky imagine? where he’s super mean to everyone but not the reader, like everyone’s so confused? but he’s madly in love with her?

Warnings: Swearing, it’s pretty fluffy man

Part 2 is right here

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           He barely ever spoke, but when he did, it was to her. She had always been there and he would never know why. Y/n was there when someone felt like insulting Bucky, or when the horrific flashbacks of murder and pain flickered into Bucky’s mind. She was always there.

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anonymous asked:

Hello love! Could I ask for "I love the sound of your voice" + “I am who I am because of you.” with Jin please???

You could sit and stare at Jin for the rest of your life. The curve of his cheeks, the strong jawlines, or even the plumpness of his lips. The man himself was the definition of beautiful and you got to be with him.

Sure, Looks are not always everything. But he just wasn’t beautiful in terms of visuals; his entire being and soul was pure.

Right now, he was talking about the new dances he had to learn for his comeback. He talked with his hands, waving them about like a frantic man. He tilts his head when he makes himself laugh, the window wiping like laughter screeching throughout the small flat. You leant your head on your hands and watched him, smiling at him when he looks at you; laughing when he laughs.

The man was the sheer definition of purity and love.

“I love the sound of your voice” you cut him off, he stopped to look at you. Hands frozen mid-way, his eyes slightly wide as he registered what you had just said.

“What?” he giggled slightly, the deepness made it sound breathy.

“I could listen to you talk all day, and I would never get bored” you smiled, leaning your head into your hands more.

“Are you sure? I can get pretty boring” he smiled, it was cheeky. The one where only one side of his mouth tilted upwards and cheeks stuck out.

“More than sure. You’re pretty, but you’re definitely not boring” you smiled at him, his eyes glimmered.

“Come here” he grabbed your hand gently and pulled you towards him. You sat upright, he turned and laid his head down on your lap so that he was looking up at you.

You worried over the angle he was looking from, but he just smiled at you.

“Mm, you’re so beautiful” he stroked some hair away from your face, his long delicate finger brushing softly against your cheek.

“And you’re so cheesy” you leaned your face into his hand. It was warm, and soft.

“I’ve been rambling, how was your day?” he laced his hand with yours, his thumb rubbing the back of our hand.

“You know my days, nothing out of the normal. I go to do work, I come back, I clean, I make our food, I usually have a nap, then do some more work, and then you come home. That’s when things get better” you listed off the never-ending list of things that you have to do.

“I hate that you have to pretty much everything around here” his voice was sad, thickening with each second that passed.

A sad Jin meant that world would soon implode. A sad Jin meant that everything was wrong.

“There isn’t anything you can do. You do so much as it is. You pretty much live in two place; here and with the boys. You look after them, you’re their mother for crying out loud” you both laughed, the amount of times you have seen jin baby feed the youngest is unreal.

“you got me there. I don’t know what they do without me” he scoffed jokingly.

“You know y/n.”

“What’s that?” you looked down, the intensity of his stare made you squirm.

““I am who I am because of you.” He spoke so delicately that you were scared that if you moved, it would break the chain.

“What makes you say that?” you were confused, you didn’t do anything to be worthy of helping this gentle giant to become who he was.

“I could say so many things on this, but I’ll only say a few” he kissed the back of your hand. He altered his head on your lap to look at you properly.

“Every day, you wait to see if ii come home to you. I can’t apologise enough for the times that you have waited and I never got here because of my schedules but every time you say it’s alright.” The times where you have fallen asleep on the couch waiting for him flashed through your mind.

“The fact that you get me up on mornings for my hectic schedules, especially on the days where it’s an early start and it’s your day off. Your face all cutely swollen with sleep, your hair a mess as you pester me awake with kisses and food” he laughed, the squeaks making you crack a smile.

“You do so much for me, and you do it without a thought. I don’t think I have ever loved someone so much as I love you. Without you? I think I would be a blubbering mess that’s covered in day old sweat because without you, I wouldn’t shower as soon as I get in from practice. You make sure that a person who adores food, actually eats.”

“You’re everything that I have ever needed in my life right now, and I am damn sure that I am never going to let you go” Jin wiped away a tear from his cheek.

“I really do love you”

more dex headcannons bc i cannot stop thinking about this precious boy AHHH

  • he likes boring cereal. not like raisin bran or anything horrible, but like. kix and rice checks and cheerios. (mostly bc he’s not a breakfast person and so anything too sugary will make him feel gross but ALSO bc it’s what his parents bought bc his siblings would NEVER agree on anything else than boring stuff)
  • he knows how to cook enough that he wouldn’t starve if he was on his own. this comes from years of helping out around his house and cooking dinner for his younger siblings when his parents had to work nights or were too tired. 
  • hates singing, but has an okay voice. this is discovered during one kegster when whitney houston’s i will always love you comes on and him and nursey get caught up in the moment
  • LOVES BABIES!!! LIKE!! HE LOVES BABIES SO MUCH!! when he sees a baby in public he always waves and the grins when the babies faces light up. the first time nursey witnesses this he literally almost melts into a puddle of affection and LOVE
  • he’s always warm. like. legit he is a space heater and nursey and him can’t share a bed bc they both run hot and so they wake up sweating and stuck together and they’re like “ugh” as they lovingly push each other away to try to get air
  • he was really into harry potter when he was younger, but stopped liking it as much when a few of his friends started comparing him to ron weasley every six seconds. it gets old.
  • doesn’t like his first name. there was always another Will in his classes when he was younger. one year in elementary school there were three Wills in his class, and one of their last names started with a P, too. It was horrible. 
  • HE’S ON THE ACE SPECTRUM!!!! (pry this from my cold, dead hands)
  • he was a very quiet kid. the only time he yelled or threw tantrums was when his older sister would pick on him or tell him he was doing something wrong (this ranges from school work to building a tower with blocks. she learned to stop giving “constructive criticism”)
  • likes to take naps, but only if someone is napping with him 8)
  • once he gets close to someone, he gets v protective and attached and will defend that person to the ends of the earth
  • doesn’t like his picture taken without his permission, even if the picture turns out okay
  • probably thinks that bugs are cool and used to collect them in jars. he didn’t have many friends ok
  • (HE HAS TO SAVE NURSEY FROM SPIDERS. “yo it’s chill an all but i literally will not be able to sleep or breathe in this room if that spider is alive and kickin’” “oh my god i’ll trap it and put it outside” “yeah….haha…ok……………but what if it comes back”) (#nurseyhasnochill #spiderkillingboyfriendoftheyear)
  • JUST LIKE. knows how to do a lot of weird shit? like he can make almost any animal in shadow puppets and he has mad tick tack toe skills, he knows basic oragami and can do all those weird cats cradle things with string? he can make a MASH board in like ten seconds flat, can braid hair, and knows how to construct a stable pillow fort in his sleep. At first everyone is like wtf but then if anyone asks he just shrugs and says that he had four younger siblings and only one hour of tv a night, and suddenly it makes sense
  • he has like. so many books. most of them are from thrift stores and he got them for 75 cents and they’re shit, but he’s read all of them anyway. when he was younger he would read anything that was given to him, but as he got older he started reading mostly historical fiction and scifi. he’s a nerd.
  • owns a pair of overalls. 
  • thinks the annoying trope of “trying to count someone’s freckles” is cheesy and stupid, and one time nursey tried and he pushed him off the bed. there are too many. it’s dumb

Mello loves the beach, but is afraid to swim in the ocean.

While Matt splashes around, diving head-first into wave after wave far beyond the shore, Mello gathers seashells in the tide. 

He loves the feeling of squishy sand between his toes, even when sharp pieces of shell jab his heel. He loves how the sand seems to float when the waves recede, giving him the illusion of levitating. He loves the sun kissing his skin, the wind whipping his hair wildly about his ears.

When Matt joins him on the shore, they share a packed lunch on their beach towels and throw leftovers to the seagulls. Mello loves how Matt’s eyes crinkle up when he laughs. He loves the pinkish tint dusting Matt’s cheeks, making his freckles stand out. 

When the sun begins to set, they load up the car with their sandy beach gear and walk down to the pier. Hand in hand, they watch the world turn ethereal in shades of pink and orange.

"I thought you hated me" (Loki Smut/Fluff)

Asgard was beautiful and when you are best friends with Odin’s son you get to see every inch of it. Thor has been my friend since we were both 2. But when Odin took me in after my parents died that friendship grew. Loki on the other hand was a little mean to me. But I had always been attracted to him. But I was never able to talk to him because I was sacred. Until one day I noticed the little things he does. He gave the poor people of Asgard the leftovers from the feast they had, helped the servants, upon many other things. I think I may have fallen in love with this man. But someone pulled me out of my daydream.
“Lady Y/N?” Thor waves in front of my face.
“Yes. I am so sorry.” I said.
“It’s fine. Would you like to join us at the ball later?” He asks.
“Oh yes. I have to go get ready.” I say standing up.
I get up to my room and start to decide what dress to wear. This is the ball that Odin is throwing so his sons can meet women worthy of his sons.
I choose a ball gown that Thor and Loki’s mother had made for me. It was a green ball gown and had touches of black and gold. She always wanted a daughter and when moved in she spoiled me more than her own children.
I heard a knock at my door.
It was Thor to my surprise.
“Lady Y/N, are you ready?” He asked.
“I am.” I replied.
“Well would you do me the honor of letting me escort you?” He offered his arm.
“Of course” I smile.
“I thought this was a ball for you to find a wife?” I ask him.
“It is but I didn’t want you to be alone walking in. Believe it or not but there are some creepy men here too.” He said.
“Really. I thought it was only women?” He said.
“Well they I guess need escorts.” Thor laughed.
We reached the ballroom. When we walked in all the girls looked at us.
“I’m gonna do something else you go meet your future wife.” I say.
“Alright. If you need me come find me.” He said as I walked off.
I felt very out of place. I was a bit more curvy as these other girls were very skinny.
“Hello Lady Y/N.” I hear a voice come from behind me.
“Hello Loki. Aren’t you supposed to be finding a wife?” I ask.
“Yes. But all of these women are not interested in me. Thor is the only one they want.” He said.
“I’m sorry.” I say.
“It’s alright. I am used to it. Would you like to come to the balcony with me?” He asks.
“Sure.” I reply. He offers his arm and I follow him.
I am actually confused I thought he hated me. Once we reach the balcony I look at the view they have. It is absolutely beautiful.
“May I ask you something Loki?”
“Of course.” He replies.
“I thought you hated me. Why are you being so nice to me.”
“Well. I am trying to be nice because I realized the reason I was mean to you.” He said still looking at the view.
“And why is that?” I ask.
“I am in love with you.” He says looking at me.
“Oh. Well I’m glad I feel the same.” I smile.
He looked at me wide eyed.
“What?” He says.
“I love you Loki.” I say.
“Well I was not expecting that. I thought you would be disgusted and many other things…”
I just kissed him.
“That was another thing I wasn’t expecting.” He says.
Well the rest of the conversation was a blur and I found myself naked kissing him.
“Are you okay?” He asked
as he pushed his length into me. It was so big. I was in complete bliss after a few thrusts.
“Faster.” I moaned.
On queue he thrusters faster into me.
“You feel great Y/N.” Loki moaned.
“I’m gonna come.” I said.
“Go ahead.” He whispered.
As I came he whispered sweet nothings into my ear. After a few seconds he came also. He pulled out and cleaned up. He pulled me close.
“Be mine?” He asked.
“Of course.” I replied.


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Genre: angst/fluff/school au

Length: :3

Summary: “Be a brave little lamb, even a Lion will get scared.” your grandmother’s words became your light to face life. You are always viewing the world with a positive mind. Even with the bad things that were happening around you, you are strong. Love is something you never get often and when Love finally appears, it is hard to catch. Isn’t it tiring to always be strong when your whole world is just crashing and burning down in front of you? 

Warning: Swearing

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Originally posted by jengkook

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requested by: http://nostalgic-uncertainty.tumblr.com/ (I hope this is okay)

“Listen, (y/n),” he slurred; you chuckled, even intoxicated he was always cute to you, “we’re… we’re pals, right?”

“Yeah, Tony, we are,” you held back a giggle.

“Wrong!” he exclaimed. “You see, you’e not my pal… you’e more of… the love of my life, per say,” he said nonchalantly, waving his hands around as he spoke.

“Stark, if this is a joke–”

“See! I even love it when you call me by my last name. Fierce.” His head kept nodding as he looked into the distance, and took another drink.

The Bet

@ohsehunisamazing​ said to whoistaehyung:

Can you do a taehyung or jimin series/ angst to fluff where you two are best friends but you like him, and you overhear him saying that he would never date you, but in reality he was just trying to hide his feelings? Does this even make sense? Lmao Anyways thank you so much for ur hard work i love ur scenarios


Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst and extra mega fluff fluff

Word count: 4716


A bet with Yoongi, a tidal wave of emotions and drama feat Park Jimin, and the poor twenty dollar bill.

You’ve always been aware of how handsome your best friend was.

Aware of how he ran his cute chubby hands through his hair whenever he was frustrated, how he furrows his brows when he focused on something, how he purses his lips when he couldn’t get a dance move right, how he whined whenever you didn’t pay enough attention to him, and the way his eyes turned into crescents whenever he smiled at you.  

Although you’ve always denied it, you always have been and always will be aware.

You’ve always looked past it in the first year of being friends with him, knowing full well that falling in love with your best friend wasn’t the most admirable thing to do especially when he was completely out of your reach. However, as time passed by and as you drew closer to one another, you found yourself falling deeper and deeper for your best friend with the killer biceps.

In short you were whipped, but you’d never admit that.

“Y/N, you like Jimin don’t you?” Yoongi nonchalantly said, making you choke on thin air. Your eyes widened, gaze snapping to him who was casually eating his ramyun. Heat rushed to your face when Yoongi flashed a smug smirk at your reaction and you glared at him.

“W-Why would you even think I do? Jimin is only a friend” You blurted out, cheeks set aflame when Yoongi rolled his eyes at your blatant lie. Of all the boys you were close with, Yoongi always saw through you even when all the others couldn’t. At first you thought he was just bluffing, but in the length of time you’ve been friends with him, you’re starting to think that the guy’s a mind reader.

“You know you can’t lie to me Y/N. You’re like a daily newspaper that I’m forced to read you know.” Yoongi said with an exaggerated sigh, and you smacked him on the arm with a scowl.  

“It’s not like I like it when you read my mind too you know” You snapped, lips forming a pout when Yoongi laughed at you. You sighed in defeat, rubbing your temples soothingly as you unwillingly admitted, besides, there was absolutely no point in arguing with a person who saw through you like your skin was made of transparent glass.

“Alright fine, I’m kinda into him, but there’s no point since he only sees me as his best friend” you mumbled. Yoongi raised a brow at your bitter confession and took a sip on his drink.

“I think he likes you back though” He said, eyeing you carefully as you scoffed. 

“You don’t have to tell me that to make me feel better you know”

Yoongi leaned back on his seat, staring at you in analyzation. You hated when he does that, you felt like you were open to him, and the thought made you cringe. You unconsciously wrapped your arms around you in protection, glaring at him from the other side of the table.

“Yah Min Yoongi don’t you look at me like that you perv–”

“Want to make a bet?” He suggested confidently, making you raise your eyebrow in both confusion and suspicion. For the record, Min Yoongi never initiates a bet when his victory wasn’t ensured, which caused you to lose too much money for your liking. You weren’t sure if you he was initiating on a bet about Jimin’s feelings for you but somehow, the thought made butterflies erupt in your stomach.

After all, this is Min Yoongi we’re talking about, and he is either always right, or never wrong.

Deciding to play it cool, you gave him an amused chuckle, lamely pretending to not be affected by his previous declaration.

“Are you seriously trying to bet on whether Jimin likes me or not?” You asked, your tone laced in disbelief, as you took a large gulp of coffee. Yoongi shrugged at you and smirked.

“Sure. Twenty dollars, you in?” Your eyes widened and you choked on your drink, slamming your glass of coffee down on the hard surface of the table, causing it to spill and create a small dark brown pool. Your eyes snapped to his scrunched up face, your jaw dropped at the amount he was willing to give up.  

T-Twenty dollars? Are you being serious right now Yoongi?” You asked him, face filled with astonishment when he nodded without any further ado. You were baffled by his confidence, and a sudden urge to wipe his smug smirk away started to claw on your senses. It wasn’t always that you were given the opportunity to put the Min Yoongi to shame, and whenever you were presented a chance, it was stupid to let that pass.

You gave him a smirk, suddenly filled with determination as you held out your hand for him to shake. Yoongi grabbed it without a second thought, leveling your smirk with his own as he shook it firmly.


You didn’t know the exact reason why, but you were very much troubled at the moment.

Ever since the talk with Yoongi a little while ago, you couldn’t talk to Jimin anymore without over analyzing his actions of some sort, trying hard to see through him and know if he really liked you like how Yoongi assumed. You were quite enthralled at the thought of Jimin liking you back, which led you to weird (and quite disgusting, honestly) methods to find out.  

So instead of listening to him talk about his day, you found yourself thinking of why he insisted on pouring your water for you a few minutes ago, staring into blank space with furrowed brows. Jimin had noticed long ago that you were out of the conversation, and the best way to find out if you really were, was to talk about unnecessary things.

Of course you just had to ignore him, which confirmed his suspicions.

Sighing, Jimin snapped a finger in front of your face, making you flinch back to life. You met Jimin’s unhappy eyes, and you felt your heart skip a beat.  

How can a guy be so goddamn handsome?

“Y/N were you even listening?” He whined, his bottom lip sticking out, clearly upset. You chuckled awkwardly, having no idea of what he was talking about earlier considering you were too busy imagining Jimin confess his undying love for you, which caused heat to rush to your face without your consent.

“Uhh… you were talking about Taehyung and Jin’s lame jokes..?” You tried, mentally slapping yourself at the stupid guess. The corner of Jimin’s lips twitched in amusement, coughing out a bit to hide his smile as he put on the best angry face he had.

“I was talking about the length of an average hippopotamus’ legs” Jimin answered for you.

You raised a brow at that, lips twitching at the very uncommon topic.

“You disturbed my peaceful daydreaming so I could discuss with you the length of a hippopotamus’ leg?” Jimin nodded smugly, arms crossed over his puffed out chest. Your jaw dropped.

“Jimin I think you need serious medical attention” You said seriously, pulling a scowl from Jimin’s face.

“Yah! What’s wrong with talking about that? A hippo’s legs are even longer than yours!” He snapped. Your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape at the insult thrown at you. You glared at him and jabbed a finger on his right shoulder.

“What?! Yah, Park Jimin don’t act like your so much taller! We only have a one cm difference you know!”

“At least mine are longer!” He bickered back. You placed a hand on your chest, offended. You two fell silent, chest heaving in sync and glares fixated on each other. It didn’t take long before the two of you broke into a fit of giggles, hands smacking the table repeatedly at the stupidity of your previous argument.

The two of you held your stomachs in a failed attempt to stifle your laughs, and tears were starting to form in the corners of your eyes. However, you couldn’t get your mind off the beautiful high pitched laughs that came out of Jimin’s mouth. You mentally slapped yourself.

Get a grip of yourself Y/N!

The laughs finally died out, and the two of you found yourself staring at each other with warm smiles on your faces. The moment felt comfortable, and you took the opportunity to take in Jimin’s godly features. From the creases on his forehead, to the slope of his nose, and the curve of his plump lips. Everything was perfect. Your eyes met his dark ones and you bit your lip at the hidden galaxy stored in them, so complex and fascinating that you almost forgot how to breathe.

In the midst of your staring, Taeyang’s Ringa Linga went off making Jimin snap out of his stance, cheeks burning. You felt your cheeks flush as well, looking away from him immediately and scratching the back of your neck self consciously as he picked up his phone.

“H-Hello?” He stammered, clearing his throat. You felt your insides twist at his sudden bundle of nerves.

“Yoongi hyung? Now? Ah, I understand. I’ll be right there hyung. Yea, bye.” Your ears quirked at the mention of Yoongi’s name, a small ball of suspicion stirring up in your chest. It has to have something to do about the bet, or Yoongi would’ve just texted instead of called. You were about to ask Jimin about it but he beat you to it.

“I have to go, Yoongi hyung needs to talk to me at the practice room. See ya later.” He said, flashing you a shy smile before walking away, leaving you feeling giddy and lightheaded. By the time he left your field of vision, you grunted loudly, running a hand through your semi-tangled hair, with little to no care about messing it up even more. You were very anxious. What if Yoongi actually asks Jimin about you? What if Yoongi does something stupid and tells Jimin about how you feel instead?

What if Yoongi was wrong after all?

You felt goosebumps rise because of the thought. That would be horrible. If that was the case then you’d lose everything you’ve built with Jimin. The 3 year long friendship will turn to shambles, and to add to that, a broken heart for you. You snapped your eyes shut and pulled on your hair lightly, muttering 'stupid’ to yourself repeatedly.

There was no way the bet with Yoongi was a good idea.

Your eyes fell on a textbook on Jimin’s side on the table, and you reached for it, running your palm over the neatly covered book.  

Jimin must’ve left it behind, you thought. You bit your bottom lip, and gathered your things, preparing to walk your way to their practice room. It wouldn’t be too bad for them to see you there, after all you were just returning a book Jimin left. It will definitely go well.

Your heart was everything but calm as you made your way to through the halls of the company, stammering out greetings to some staff you met on the way. You were a walking bundle of nerves, and by the time you reached the door of their practice room you had to take a break to stop yourself from falling over.

You took a long, heavy breath and held out your hand for the knob before the familiar husky voice that belongs to none other than Min Yoongi, met your ears.

“What do you think of Y/N Jimin?”

You froze in shock, blood running cold at the too direct question thrown by Yoongi. There was a short silence before Jimin’s answer was heard.

“What? I think she’s really pretty, although she can be very masculine and clumsy.” He answered, a melodic chuckle following closely after. You felt heat rush to your cheeks at that, reminding yourself to be more feminine. There was a drawn out silence before Yoongi spoke again.

“You know that’s not what I mean Jimin”

Jimin hesitated.

“What do you mean then?”

Yoongi ran a hand through his hair.

“Do you like Y/N?”

“Of course I–”

“As more than just a friend?” Yoongi deadpanned, and you felt your chest tighten as Jimin fell silent. Your heart was pounding too noisily that you began to worry that they would hear, but it was all drowned out by Jimin’s silence that was all too loud for your preference. You felt paranoid and numb of all emotion except apprehension, and all you wanted was to just run away and forget about the deal you had with Yoongi. Maybe if you do so then you wouldn’t be hurt as much, and your relationship with Jimin would just say the way it was.

Maybe if you just interrupt them right now then Yoongi wouldn’t get the chance to hear Jimin’s answer, and you could talk him into ending the bet, even if it means paying for some high class dinners.

Finding newfound determination, you stood up straight, clearing your throat and plastering a huge smile on yourself as you reached for the door knob again. You managed to fling the door half open, but you couldn’t help but freeze as you processed Jimin’s words that seemed to pierce through your heart painfully like he was made for it.

“No I don’t. She’s only a friend to me, why would you even consider that?”

The textbook fell from your grasp, the sound of the impact causing the two lads to look at your direction, both eyes widening as they take in your appalled state. You were trembling slightly, a lump stuck in your throat and you struggled to breathe evenly, holding your emotions intact as much as you can. You felt absolutely stupid as you remembered the way you gave a meaning to the actions that obviously meant nothing to him at all.  

What even made you think that you’d stand a chance in the first place? You’ll always be just a friend to him. You didn’t even reach Korea’s beauty standard and yet you try to get it with one of the members of the hottest idol group. It was either you were delusional or just plain stupid.  

You were ashamed to say the least.

Trying to pick up the remnants of your embarrassing state, you quickly picked up the fallen textbook, and with all the strength you have, you put on the brightest smiling face you could muster. Jimin visibly flinched at the obvious front you pulled up, and regret was quickly rising in his system.  

He wanted to tell you it wasn’t true, that he didn’t mean it and that he truly felt something for you, but his voice didn’t allow him to, and like a fool, he just stood there staring at you with eyes that held everything and spoke everything.

You gave him a funny look and rolled your eyes.

“What are you looking so regretful about Jiminie?” You asked mockingly, ignoring the way your voice cracked at the end as you walked inside the room and finding it empty except for the two boys. It made it even harder, considering you weren’t in the state where you wanted to confront the two at the same time. Your eyes fell on Yoongi, and you winced at the amount of regret that flashed through it.

You chuckled bitterly.

“Don’t look at me like that Yoongi. I’m perfectly fine see? I just came here to return–”

“Y/n please stop it” You felt your blood boil at Yoongi’s emotionless words. Eyes screwed shut as your jaw clenched at their own accord. He didn’t have to say anything else for you to understand. Fuck, you completely understood what he meant, but you couldn’t shake off the rage that brewed beneath your skin as you remembered how expertly Yoongi made you assume that somebody like Jimin would like you.

You felt like you were being played, and you couldn’t be any happier.

Taking a deep breath, you flashed Yoongi a sarcastic smile, your knuckles clenched together tightly as the urge to throw a goddam punch on his pale face became stronger as seconds passed.

Stop? Stop what Min Yoongi? Stop returning things you guys left behind or stop entering your goddamn practice room?”

Yoongi sighed.

“Y/n you know what I mean”

“Oh of course I know what you mean Yoongi, so maybe you just have to shut your fucking mouth and lay down your pride sometimes. Other than that I have nothing to say, after all I saw this coming, and yes you don’t need to rub it to my face. I was fucking stupid to even believe you in the first place, and look where it got me.” You spat bitterly, every word emphasized for him to get the hint. Yoongi didn’t answer you, and instead looked away, biting his lip to hold back a snarky retort. You could see Jimin’s surprised look at your sudden outburst, and you turned to him, face blank and completely in contrast with the burst of emotions that stirred up in your stomach.

“Jimin.. I just came to tell you that you forgot your textbook” You said, refusing to meet his eyes as you handed it to him, ignoring the sparks that flew into your arm as his skin made in contact with yours.

“Y/n listen, I-I didn’t mean–” You slammed your eyes shut.

“Jimin, just… You don’t – you have nothing to explain Jimin. I completely understand and to be honest it should be me who’s apologizing. Please just – please forget that every happened okay? We can just – let’s just go back to the way we were before – with no special feelings whatsoever.  

"I’m completely fine with that so please - ”

“Y/n… you’re crying” You heard Jimin choke out. You cursed under your breath, furiously wiping the stray tears that fell down your now red cheeks. You were trembling furiously at this point, tears endless as you try to wipe at them all at once. Your knees were weak, and it took all your energy to turn around and run. Run away from Jimin, run away from Yoongi, run away from all the pain, and humiliation.

You ran and ran until your legs gave out, which didn’t take too long.

You found yourself inside an empty restroom, falling down helplessly on the tiled floor as you took a deep breath to unleash the scream that has been tingling in the back of your throat ever since the rejection left Jimin’s mouth. Your voice only heightened in volume, and yet you couldn’t give a single fuck as you sobbed as loud as you can, the walls echoing your screams and cries.  

You buried your head into your palms, nails digging into your scalp as you fought for control. Your vision was blurred with tears, and you just couldn’t understand what you did to deserve this.

But before you could organize your thought, a loud and urgent knock interrupted you.

You swallowed thickly, knowing exactly who it was behind the white colored door. You didn’t answer, praying intently that he would just stop it and leave.  

However, fate doesn’t work like that.

“Y/n I know you’re there. Please open up.” You heard Jimin say, his voice full of frustration as he tried twisting the knob a few times before giving up, and instead opted on banging on the door continuously. Seeing as you weren’t answering him, he tried again, this time, louder and firmer.

“Y/n goddamn it open up! I heard your screams so I’m certain that you’re there”


Jimin gritted his teeth.

“Y/n if you don’t open up right now I’m gonna break the door open” He threatened, and you felt your anger spike.

“Can’t you just leave me the fuck alone Jimin? Why do you even want to see me right now?”

There was a pause.

“It’s because I fucking love you back. Do you understand now?!” He spat out, and before you could stop it, butterflies erupted wildly in your stomach, almost making you unconscious. Your eyes widened and your heart was beating wildly against your ribcage at his sudden confession.

You screwed your eyes shut, smacking your palms against your ears while shaking your head vehemently.  

It had to be a lie.

“Y-You’re lying. I-I don’t believe you. Just go away Park Jimin!” You screamed desperately, tone pleading and full of refutation. Jimin felt his heart twinge at your voice, feeling remorse crawl up his spine for what he did. He caused the love of his life pain, just to prevent his pride from getting torn.

He was a coward, and because of that, you had to suffer.

You heard the banging getting louder, a deafening crash following right after. You gasped as you realized that Jimin had knocked down the door, and you cursed, scooting towards the corner of the room to put as much distance as you can to the two of you.

You caught a glimpse of him entering the restroom before you buried your head deeper into your arms, wanting to just disappear into thin air right this moment. Jimin fell on your huddled up form and felt his chest ache at your pained state. Your heard his thundering steps approach you and you sealed your eyes shut as you waited for the worst to come.

You felt your heart leap out of your chest when Jimin pulled your wrist roughly, sending you flying into his hard chest. His arms wrapped around your body securely, his grip rigid and persistent. His scent wafted around you, leaving you breathless and giddy at the pleasant smell of raspberry and wood. Heat rushed to your face at the proximity and you press your small hands against his chest, trying to get him away but failing helplessly as Jimin tightened his hold.

“J-Jimin let me go!” You whisper yelled, still trying to push on his hard torso, ignoring the way his abdominal muscles flexed beneath your fingers. Jimin buried his face into your neck, inhaling your scent deeply as he growled into your ear.

“I’m not letting you go until you explain” he grumbled and you tensed at his words. Does he seriously want you to get even more humiliated than you already are?

“W-What more do I have to fucking say Jimin?” You asked, and you could feel Jimin’s muscles tense at your question. There was a short silence before he answered you with another hesitant question.

“Y/n, do you… like me?”

Your heart stopped, and you could’ve sworn you felt your organs flip at the frank question. There was no way you could deny your feelings for him this time, due to all the crying and screaming the two of you just had. It was all so obvious, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to answer, fearing the rejection that you were sure to receive. You didn’t understand why he wanted you to explain. You didn’t understand why he would even ask a question that had a clear answer. Had he wanted you to become more distraught than you already are? Maybe, and the idea ripped you to shreds.

Fuck it.

“Yes Jimin. I like you. Hell, I fucking love you. So please, please don’t make this harder for me, and just forget - ” Jimin pulled away from you, and you gasped as you stared into his dark orbs which held so much emotion that you had to look twice to make sure.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He growled out, and you flinched at his sudden change of tone, confusion etched on your features as he stared at you incredulously. His grip on your arms were tight, and you winced slightly at the slight pain that emitted from it.

Your eyes travelled back to his face and you felt you heart jump slightly as you found a wide grin on his face, his face filled with glee with a touch of disbelief.

Holy shit you don’t know how happy I am right now” he said, his grin never leaving his face as he giggled uncontrollably, the sound music to your ears. You tilted your head at him in confusion and he gave you a warm smile, his eyes turning into crescents that never failed to make your heart flutter.

“Just so you know, I wasn’t lying when I said I liked you.” He said and you felt your heart skip a beat. You flushed a light pink and looked away.

“Y-You don’t have to lie you know - ” Jimin grabbed your chin and forced you to look back at him, cheeks burning even more as he stared at you intensely. This can’t be real. It has to be a lie, I mean it’s Park Jimin we’re talking about.

“I’m serious. I-I really didn’t mean what I said there. It’s just that I became scared of the thought that maybe he’ll tell you when I was planning to just keep it to myself thinking that you’d never feel the same way.” He confessed, his face turning into a violent shade of red as he hung his head in shame. Your skin tingled as you take in his words, heart laced in a sudden warmth at his revelation. You could barely believe it.

He liked you back. The Park Jimin liked you back.

This has to be a dream.

You noticed how his gaze fell to your slightly ajar lips, his tongue sweeping out to wet his lips, your eyes unconsciously following. His eyes fluttered to meet yours and the look he had on his face was enough to make your knees weak and for all thought to leave your brain. His eyes were laced with pure affection and longing, making pleasant shivers run up your spine.

The two of you leaned in slowly, eyes fluttering close as your lips connected into a searing kiss that took your breath away. The kiss was gently and intimate, his lips soft as it moved with yours in a smooth rhythm. He tasted way better than you’ve ever imagined, his lips a mini heaven on earth as it greedily claimed yours. His nails dug into your hips as the two of you pulled away, breathing heavily with faces flushed into a soft pink. You both take in each other, wide smiles decorating your face as you lean your foreheads together, relishing the moment.

However, a small and tired grunt disturbed your sweet moment, making both of you snap towards the visitor’s direction, finding a scowling Yoongi at the doorway.

You saw Jimin’s ears turn red when Yoongi gave him a small smirk. Realizing what the small smirk meant, your face went pale, mentally apologizing to your soon to be empty wallet.

“Looks like I’m getting richer everyday”

I’m a Little Creeped Out Now (Steve Rogers x reader)

Not a request, just something that popped into my head today.

Steve didn’t do public appearances as Captain America very often, because they usually became nothing more than hectic autograph lines and embarrassing screams of ‘I love you, Steve!’ that didn’t allow him to enjoy the moment.  But children’s hospitals were always the one thing that didn’t get refused; he had a huge heart for kids anyway, but kids that were facing challenges like some that he was about to visit melted him immediately.  

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I Wish - Isaac Lahey.

*Requested | Not my gif.

She had to move on from her crush, Isaac Lahey but she still loved him. They are always hanging out when (Y/n) didn’t hang out with her boyfriend. Isaac on the other hand couldn’t stand her boyfriend he wished it was himself instead of him.

“Isaac yo!” (Y/n) waved her hand in front of Isaac. “Are you thinking how awesome I am?”
“You wish” Isaac grabbed her hand to stop her from waving it.
“Let’s go cause I just want to lay down” (Y/n) whined.
“You’re a lazy potato” Isaac stated.
“But I’m your lazy potato” She giggled.

(Y/n) grabbed onto Isaac’s wrist to drag him to her car. They went straight to her house since her parents are always working at the hospital. When they arrived at her house they raced to her room but as always Isaac won.

“It’s not fair. You’re a werewolf and have longer legs!” She yelled.
“Ohhh” Isaac playfully pouted at her. “Does the little baby want a bottle?”

(Y/n) slapped Isaac’s arm and he started to laugh. He knew how to tick her off since he has been doing it since they met. She then jumped onto her bed as he took the seat at her desk.

“Has your rat texted you yet?” Isaac asked.
“Isaac” (Y/n) sighed as she knew that he was talking about her boyfriend. “How long are you going to keep this up?”
“I don’t like him” Isaac stated. “He’s going to break your heart. I just know it”

She looked up at Isaac, who had a serious expression. He had always been making fun of her boyfriend ever since they got together. (Y/n) always knew Isaac was protective of her but not over protective. She then sat up and crossed her legs together.

“Isaac, you’re always bashing on my boyfriend. What is your problem?” She asked.
“Because I don’t like him” Isaac mumbled.
“Why don’t you like him?” She raised her eyebrow.

Isaac stood up from the chair as he ran his hand through his hair. He started to get mad because he wanted to tell her that he loved her but he thinks that she’s not going to return the love. (Y/n) get off the bed while Isaac, was in deep thought.


When she put her hand on Isaac’s arm she didn’t realizing his claws came out. Isaac swung his arm in anger and the claws sliced her forearm. She screamed in pain as she wrapped her forearm as it started to bleed.

“(Y/n)! I’m so sorry!” Isaac started to panic.
“Isaac, I need you to calm down” She didn’t care she was in pain.

Isaac took a few deep breaths to help him calm down. He then went into the bathroom to grab the first aid kit.

“I’m so sorry” Isaac whispered as cleaned her wound.
“What’s going on with you, Isaac?” She asked worriedly.

When Isaac finished cleaning her wound and wrapped her arm with bandage. He then used his werewolf powers to take some of her pain away.

“I never got to tell you before you got with that guy” Isaac looked at her in the eyes.
“Tell me what?” She asked.
“That I’m in love you” He whispered. “God, I’ve been so in love with you since we met. I just didn’t know how to tell you”

She was speechless at what Isaac just admitted to her. She never knew that Isaac felt the same about her. Isaac then took it as she didn’t feel the same about him. He then got off the bed turning his back to her.

“I should leave” Isaac said as he walked towards the door.
“Isaac wait!” She yelled.

Isaac stopped dead in his tracks before turning around to face her. (Y/n) didn’t know what came over her but she walked over to Isaac, cupped his face in her hands, and pressed her lips against his.

“I’m in love with you, too” She whispered as she pulled away. “I just thought you didn’t afeel the same so I decided to try and move on”
“God, I should have said something earlier” He wrapped his arms around her waist. “What about your boyfriend?”
“I just have to break up with him” She smiled.

Isaac chuckled before attaching his lips against hers again. Isaac then thought to himself that he finally got the girl he always wanted.

I’m a cashier in food service, and one day in November, Michael Emerson (Ben Linus on Lost, Harold Finch on Person Of Interest, and a bunch of other stuff) walked in and ordered some food from my coworker. After she finished taking his order, I told him I loved his work on Lost, and he thanked me. He also mentioned that he lives in the neighborhood and eats at my workplace frequently because the food is so good. (Side note: It is.) Since then, I’ve taken his order a bunch of times, and while the “it’s Michael Emerson” excitement hasn’t worn off and never will, I’ve gotten used to seeing him around. He’s always very nice.

Which brings me to this afternoon, when I once again got to serve him food. He was heading out as I was taking another customer’s order, and he waved and thanked me on his way out. I returned the wave and the thank you, and the other customer turned around, then back to me, then back to Michael, then back to me, while saying, “Oh my God” multiple times. Finally he turned back to Michael and said, “Thank you for Lost,” and Michael was kind and gracious as always. After he left, the other customer and I talked for a bit about how great he is, and then eventually he took a seat and I moved on to other cashier-ly duties.

As a fan of many people and things, I’ve been very lucky in terms of celebrity encounters in both quality and quantity, and so I love seeing the combination of joy and shock on other people’s faces when it happens to them.