i could never have been prepared for this

Marry or Kill

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Gang!AUFluff 

Word Count: 1169

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Originally posted by celinet7

He is definitely a dangerous man. Being the leader of Seoul’s most known gang named BTS, he is always the hot topic in the news. He is fearless, mysterious, powerful and most importantly; handsome. In most people’s eyes, he is a bad guy, murdering without thinking, dealing without knowing, a bad influence for the world. In your eyes, however, he is the most precious and beautiful man you’ve ever met in your life. He protects you, loves you and cherishes you with his whole life, making you the most happiest woman on the planet. He is the definition of perfect and his name is Jeon Jungkook.

“Do you like it?“

Turning your head away from the breathtaking view of Seoul, you connected your eyes with Jungkook’s, the smile on your lips getting wider the moment you see his peaceful one.

“It looks beautiful, I love it.“

Of course you loved it. This was Jungkook, he knew everything about you, your likes, your dislikes, everything. Sitting on the rooftop of one of the most fancy restaurants in Seoul, this was everything a girl would dream of or wish for in her life. It would have been nice even if it wasn’t the most fanciest restaurant. For you, everything was beautiful as long as Jungkook was there with you.

Smiling at your own thoughts, you turned your attention back to your plate, savoring the most recommended and delicious food of the restaurant. “Is there a reason why you brought me here?“

You watched how Jungkook stiffened after hearing your question, his eyes wandering to observe the night sky of Seoul. “I just wanted to take you out and spend some time with you. I’ve been busy lately and I feel like I’m neglecting you even though thats not my intention.“

Narrowing your eyes, you slightly tilted your head, getting suspicious. “We saw each other two days ago, Jungkook.“

Clearing his throat, he reached for his wine. “That’s a long time, baby. I missed you.“

Observing his movements, you realized that something was wrong. “Jungkook, I know you. You’re nervous right now. And the Jungkook I know never get’s nervous as long as he can control something. Did something happen? Are the guys okay? Is someone injured? Jungkook, please tell me what’s wrong-“

Before you could end your sentence, Jungkook grabbed your hand with his right hand and and started stroking your cheek with his other one. “Shh, everything is okay, beautiful. The guys are okay, too. There is nothing you need to worry about.“

Closing your eyes, you exhaled a deep breath you didn’t realize you were holding in. “Then why do you look so worried and nervous?“

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook started speaking. “Okay, I have been preparing for months to talk about this. Look, Y/N. We’ve been together for the past two years and believe me, you turned my life upside down the day I met you. You taught me how to love and made me the most happiest man in the world even though my life is engulfed by darkness. You accepted me for the person I am and-“

“Are you breaking up with me right now, Jungkook?“ You said as your breath hitched, your heart dropping down to your stomach as your eyes started to get watery.

Hearing those words coming out of your mouth, Jungkook’s face got alarmed, his eyes growing wide. “W-What? No! No! Never!“

Running his hands through his hair, he huffed and mumbled to himself. “This is not working.“

Without waiting any longer, Jungkook fiddled behind his back, took out his gun and placed it on top of the table. Shocked, you looked up at him, and hissed. “Jungkook! What are you doing?! Here are people-“

“Shh! Wait a minute, Y/N!“

Fiddling with in his jacket again, he took a red, little velvety box and placed it beside the gun. Confused, you looked up at him with questioning eyes.

Blinking a few time, he spoke. “Now you take that box and put that ring on your finger, this is an option. Or you take that gun and aim it on my heart and shoot me with it, this is your second option. You will decide now, Y/N..“

When realization hit you hard, you relaxed immediately. Trying not to laugh in front of him, you cleared your throat. “Could it be that you’re asking me to marry you, Jungkook?“

Averting his eyes, he scratched his neck. “I think so, yeah.. So, what is your answer?“

Snickering at his cuteness, you intervened your own fingers under and rested your chin on top of them. “Can I think about it for a little bit?“

Jungkook’s face fell immediately, his eyebrows now furrowed as he tried to maintain his calmness. Ah, you loved to tease him!

He clicked his tongue and answered with a disappointed and slightly angry voice. “No, you can’t.“

Leaning forward, he asked desperately. “Y/N, say something. Do you want me to get a heart attack in front of your eyes?“

Smirking, you asked. “Why, are you nervous?“

“Of course I am! I’ve never done this before!“ He scoffed.

Raising your eyebrow, you guided your hand towards the velvety box as you watched Jungkook. He was observing every movement you were doing, his eyes filling with hope the moment he saw what you were reaching forward to. Just as you were taking the box, you changed your mind and grabbed the gun, aiming it at his chest.

Jungkook looked at you as if his whole world crashed in front of his eyes, his eyes looking at you as if he was pleading for you to change your mind.

“There are bullets in the gun, Y/N.“ He said as if he wasn’t affected by your choice.

You looked deadly into his eyes. “I know. That’s why I want you to put it away.“

“Y/N, can’t you think about it again? I mean I know I’m not the most perfect man on the planet but- Wait, what?!“

Seeing his reaction, you smiled widely at him and showed your finger with the ring on it. “You were rumbling so fast that you didn’t even realize that I put the ring on my finger, you idiot.“

Without saying anything, Jungkook jumped up from his chair and run to your side of the table, lifting you up and spinning you around as he showered you with kisses. “I love you, Y/N! Thank you so much!“

“I love you too, Jungkook.“

“Hey, Y/N, do you want me to tell you something?“


“Even if you had said no, I wouldn’t have let you go.“

“Hey, Jungkook, do you want me to tell you something?“


“Even if you’d let me go, I wouldn’t go. Never.“

How Far I’ll Go Spread

Inspired by the song ‘How Far I’ll Go’ from Disney’s Moana

This is one of my favorite, if not most favorite, Disney movies. In particular, this song struck a chord in me. I can relate to the feeling of being called to something, but unable to find the confidence to set sail toward that calling.

For Moana, it was the Sea that called her - that beckoned her to greatness like her ancestors. For me, it is becoming a pharmacist. Years ago I tried to prepare myself for pharmacy school, but could never truly take the plunge… and ever since I have been coming back to it, over and over… And now’s my time. The wind is in my sail and I’m headed off to see how far I’ll go.

I made a spread to help me pinpoint some of the feelings I have over the matter, and thought I’d share it with you all. It’s developed to help you take a good look at what’s holding you back from letting yourself follow your calling, and how it will be once you accept that calling in earnest. Hopefully it will be insightful and enlightening for you as it has been for me!

1. The Road That Leads Back

  • What keeps pulling me back? What do I need to realize about this that makes it integral to my path?

2. I’ll be Satisfied If I Play Along

  • What it will be like if I don’t go after my calling. Will I be satisfied?

3. What Is Wrong With Me?!

  • Why can’t I just move on? Why can I not make a decision to go through with it or be satisfied with where I am?

4. So Come Find me!

  • How to give in and let my calling engulf me.

5. The Wind In My Sail

  • A message from the Universe, hope and endurance to fill my sails and carry me forward!

6. The Line Where The Sky Meets The Sea

  • The true heart of my calling and why it’s so alluring to me… What makes this path worth braving the treacherous waves?

7. How Far I’ll Go

  • A glimpse of what will happen once I set sail toward my calling and how I will be changed throughout the process.

This is one of my original spreads. If you use this spread for any promotional services please credit me accordingly!

You. Need. To. VER.I.FY. ME!

I work call center support for wireless services in a local telecommunications company. Our company provides a service called Lifeline. The majority of Lifeline customers CALLING(Not ALL, just the ones calling in) are incredibly unstable, difficult to work with, hostile, paranoid, sometimes just plain verbally violent, and much much more!

I just took this call a few calls back and have been typing this up between helping customers with all their facilities in order. I’ll be (M)Me and she’ll be (LL)Lifeline Lady.

M: Thank you for calling WirelessSupport, this is Me speaking, how can I help you?
LL: Hey, can you hear me?
M: I can hear you very well. How may I help you?
LL: Let me turn this up so he can’t hear me. I hear a TV becoming noticably louder in the background, but not to obnoxious levels. Can you still hear me okay dear?
M: Yes.

LL: Okay. So this guy upstairs, he’s been hacking my phone, and my TV, and well anything he can find of mine. He keeps deleting my voicemails, I need you to help me get them back. How do I get them back?CnUgetThmBck4MeINEEDTHEMNOW! Basically screechy gibberish at the end.

These could be voicemails of a lost one, doctors messages which if missed are the end of the world for Lifeline customers, big emotional stuff. I prepare for the worst, or I thought I did…

M: Sadly, if voicemails have been deleted and you don’t have a phone model that saves them, they are gone.
LL: I have the SIM card. They were saved on the SIM card. You need to tell me how to recover them from the SIM card.
M: Ma'am, Voicemails have never been saved on the SIM card. A SIM can barely hold one standard quality photo or a handful of contacts, but definitely never voicemail.
LL: How do you know what I did and didn’t save on MY. SIM card?
M: Again, a SIM card does not have enough room to save any audio or video files to it. If they were deleted from the voicemail system and you didn’t have them saved to the phone or computer(We allow customer to easily download their voicemails to permanently save) those voicemails, are sadly, gone without a chance of recovery.

I was prepared for this. She starts SCREEEEECHING.

M: Ma'am, Ma'am, Ma'am. I understand losing voicemails, especially sentimental ones that can’t be replaced can be devastating, but I need you to calm down and speak a little softer if we’re to look into this more or you need more help. Again, I’m sorry, but can you repeat what you said?

Voice quivering with anger…


I couldn’t miss a beat. I have a chance.

M: Ma'am. I have not asked for your name, nor your phone number. We have not discussed ANY personal information. Please tell me why I need to verify you to tell you that something that is deleted, is going to remain deleted because it is not possible to undelete or recover it.

I didn’t miss a beat. I don’t think.

LL: Ugh. Change my voicemail PIN to something more secure.

Devil smile.

M: That is a very good idea to change the password to something much more secure if you believe you are being hacked. You may want to turn up the TV a little more though, because after Iiiii… verify you, you’ll need to tell me what PIN you want.

I spent TWENTY FIVE minutes verifying her through everything method on the account, telling her unfortunately because hacking was mentioned in the call, I had to verify every piece of personal information on the account before I could make ANY changes. Name, Address, E-mail, Old e-mail, Secondary Address, Password, Security PIN, Driver’s License, answer to 1 security question and the last 4 of her SSN. The longer it took, the more exasperated she got, and we kept having to ask each other to repeat ourselves because the TV was now quite loud.

In the end I got her setup with a new PIN, updated some personal information and security checks that we discovered we very out of date and she never mentioned the deleted voicemails once after the whole "verify me” explosion.

Shady hotel business.

WARNING: This post is looooooong. If you want a quick fix, this isn’t the story for you. If you want to dive deep into the layers of corruption where it’s all about the little things, then please read on. Also, I’m fond of lists.

This happened two years ago. I was twenty and a recent university dropout. I needed a year to empty my head, recover from imminent burnout, and make some money to help support my single mom and my younger sister (who’d just given birth with no father in the picture). I was a very insecure person at the time. I really wanted to work, but without a degree life sucks balls… until I got contacted by Mr B.

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Dating Kyungsoo/D.O.

- He has a special, sweet smile reserved only for you 

- Spending lots of time in the kitchen cooking together

- Quiet but supportive when listening to your problems and rants

- During tours, skyping each other every night and falling asleep together with the monitor on

- Buying squishy plushies for you so you can think of him all the time

- Cheering you up with the unexpected but still manly aegyo

- Sometimes, he’ll feel to shy to initiate skinship which just makes him more loveable

- Glaring at the other members(Chanyeol) for being too touchy with you

- Loving every second the two of you spend together

- Kyungsoo was the best friend that always took care of you

- You don’t know when you fell in love with him, but you know that he’s the love of your life

- He kissed you for the first time when you came running to him about being accepted to the school of your dreams.

- He thought you never looked more beautiful with your shining eyes and bright smile

- At first, he was too shy to hold your hand in public, but he could never refuse your puppy eyes

- Your first date together was at his house where he prepared an amazing homemade meal and the two of you talked for hours. 

- He planned for weeks to say “I love you” for the first time only to have you beat him to the punch

- Your first time together was unexpectedly passionate as Kyungsoo showed his love for you through his actions

- You have been living together for years when one day you came home to scattered rose petals, lit candles, soft background music, and Kyungsoo kneeling on one knee with a ring in his hand.

- Singing you to sleep at night 

- Silent treatment for days when the two of you fought

- Somehow, the two of you always manage to apologize at the same time and things go back to normal

- While he inspired you to become more humble and hardworking, you taught him to become more expressive and sociable.

- Lots of library dates and homemade meals 

- Karaoke dates always end up with him singing the entire time, and you listening in awe. 

- Competing to see who could find the fluffiest and squishiest plushies

- Kyungsoo smiling smugly when the other members express their envy of him finding his soulmate in one try. 

- There’s nothing more perfect than being each other’s first and last love. 

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Cool dad - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Cool Dad

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (I guess? Not romantic tho)

Word Count: —

Warnings: Orphan Reader

Prompt: The cuteness was awesome and I have to agree Dean would make a great dad. On that note could you do an imagine were the reader is an orphan and runs away and Dean finds them walking in the pouring rain when driving and takes her in and gets attached to her, and just a bunch of cute father daughter moments. Thank you!!!

Huge thanks to RLS for proofreading this for me!

The rain that was pouring down no longer felt like cold water soaking you to the bone. It actually felt like needles piercing your skin, some to the point they reached your bones. You actually checked yourself for that, fearing that it had somehow managed to pierce your skin but there was no blood so it was just your imagination. Not that it lessened the pain anyway. You were wet from top to bottom, your clothes doing absolutely nothing in shielding you from the downpour and no matter how tightly you held your jacket to yourself you knew it would do nothing because it was certainly not made to withstand such a weather.

Your lower lip was trembling just like your entire body was shaking as you walked down the dark road. You didn’t even care about a car passing by because the road was pretty much empty at this time of the night, considering you had walked it down many times. In your age it would have sparked doubts and worries but you had realized long ago that nobody cared about you, especially at the orphanage. You had no friends there, and the ladies that were supposed to take care of you didn’t show the interest they should. You doubted they even knew about your existence in the first place, how would they notice you would leave in the middle of the night, every night, to go stargazing?

You felt your eyes closing several times, and you stumbled just as many. You caught yourself fast enough but the cold surrounding you and the lack of food in your stomach made it all so tempting to just let go and lay down and sleep. For a few hours or forever it didn’t matter to you, you didn’t have anyone to care about you or miss you anyway. Just as you thought about it your eyelids felt even more heavy and before you could realize the darkness that surrounded you became deeper and more black.

The only thing you registered was the sound of a car’s tires screeching and a light before you were completely out.

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Game of Thrones - Cersie and Sansa

First off, can I just say that these episodes seem really short. Also, this season feels more like something that needs to be binge watched as opposed to one episode at at time. Having said that, let’s get on with it.

For the past few episodes, people have been drawing a comparison between Sansa’s hairstyle and Cersie’s and I just had a thought about it. We already know about the prophecy that says Cersie will be dethroned by another queen, one who is more beautiful than her, she will take everything from her. So far, the only other queen anywhere near Cersie is Sansa. This is where the hair comes in. We know that the costume designers and hair stylists are meticulous when it comes to crafting the look of every character in the show. Sansa’s hair mirroring Cersie is no accident, nor does it mean that Sansa is turning into her. I think it’s the show runners’ way to drawing a parallel between the two women. They have both been through extremely traumatic events, been betrayed, used and abused but have come out of as very different women. Cersie’s loss of her children, spelled her doom, her children humanised her, kept her grounded. But she turned from Tommen even before he killed himself. She gave up on him when he repeatedly undermined Cersie, his own mother. When she was forbidden from even saying goodbye to Myrcella, Tommen did nothing. All of these little things turned her away from him. Meanwhile, so far, Sansa has only known abuse in one form or another, it is only now, at Winterfell that she has some semblance of control and power over what happens next and her own actions.

Unlike both Dany and Cersie, who rule from high towers and palaces, Sansa walks among her people, seeing them work, getting involved in the little things, while also knowing that it is important to delegate, it is important that the people who work for her, know that she sees their value and trusts them to handle things on their own. Dany is not yet a Queen, not in the real sense and so far both she and Tyrion have been outsmarted and outclassed by Cersie.

We know that Cersie is very likely insane but she has still has her sharp mind, the things she learned from Tywin are still very much part of her. Tyrion never spent much time with Tywin and Dany is so confident about her dragons that she’s never had to think about strategies. And then you have Sansa, someone who lived at King’s Landing and spent a great deal of time with Cersie before her engagement to Joffrey was annulled. She watched Tywin and Tyrion work, she saw the court and the games people played. Even now, she is learning from Little Finger. he’s a little creep but you can see her absorb his counsel when it is sound. In my opinion, the only person who is likely to outsmart Cersie is Sansa.

I believe the other Queen in the prophecy is Sansa becuase of their shared history. They know each other whereas Dany and Cersie are adversaries but they’ve never met. They know of each other but that’s it. Dany hasn’t had anyone from the Lannister house killed and it is the same with Cersie. But Joffrey killed Ned Stark, Tywin organised the massacre that killed both Robb and Catelyn, they set up the Boltons in Winterfell. The Lannisters and Cersie and Joffrey are personally responsible for all the misery that Sansa has suffered. And Cersie believes that Sansa killed Joffrey or helped Tyrion do it.

We’ve seen all three women rule and there are stark similarities between Cersie and Dany. If not for Tyrion, Dany would have sent her forces to King’s Landing and taken it by force, collateral damage be damned. It was Tyrion who stayed her hand. Cersie has no such qualms. she saw a chance to take out all her enemies in one fell swoop and she took it. She didn’t care that she inadvertently also killed her own son. Dany has never lived at KL, she doesn’t care about it or its people. They are not her people. It is not her home. For her, taking the Iron Throne is purely based on power, she wants to rule the Seven Kingdoms, it’s all about her, her quest for the throne, her belief in herself. It’s not really about the people, they don’t feature in her grand plan. I am not saying that she’ll turn evil or is evil, just that they don’t fit, at least not in the prophecy.

Sansa’s hair matching Cersie’s, the Cersie who could occasionally be kind, who was still ruthless and who protected her family at all costs. That’s the part of Cersie in Sansa right now. She’s home and she’s slowly getting her family back and she will fight tooth and nail to make sure that they are safe. Sansa is the perfect foil to Cersie, this is who Cersie could have been had she been less hungry for power.

On a side note, I am inclined to believe that the cancellation of marriage between Joffery and Sansa was possibly one of the rare moments when Cersie was perhaps a little sympathetic to Sansa. Cersie never liked Margaery, she didn’t really care about what happened to her. Contrast that with the time she spent with Sansa, she told her about Joffrey, told her that he would never love her or be gentle with her. In her own way, she was trying to prepare Sansa for what was sure to be a truly horrible marriage. She does none of that with Margaery. Even at Sansa’s wedding to Tyrion, when Joffrey starts going towards Sansa, she tries to stop him and draw his attention to his own betrothed, sitting alone and looking bored and he shrugs her off.

The dynamic between these two women is so complex and layered that it’s fascinating to analyse which is why it would be fitting to see these two women facing off, as opposed to Cersie against Dany.

Brave Benjamin

The day before yesterday, we had quite a scare. Benjamin was exploring and ripped his toenail on something sharp, I believe the metal part of a file folder holder that I had sitting on a shelf near the ground. The next thing I knew, there was bright red blood all over… we’ve had broken blood feathers and small amounts of blood in the past, but never like this. It was all my fault for not watching him carefully and making sure the area he was playing at was bird-proofed.

I was so scared and literally quite useless for a little while, but luckily, after we put some pressure on the wound and drowned the injured area with starch to slow the flow, the bleeding from his toe gradually stopped. Benjamin was very brave, and with the help of some green cabbage leaves nearby to keep him calm, he didn’t even complain and only rested a while before starting on preening his feathers and feet clean. This is a photo of Benjamin all tired out after the whole ordeal (the bit of blood on his head feathers is from when he scratched his head with a bloody foot; I cleaned it off for him with some water on my fingers afterward):

Benjamin is already doing much better and mostly back to his normal self today. What a strong and brave bird he is.

I thought about whether I should share this experience since it was stressful and scary for us… but I wanted to show this as an example of what taking care of a bird really entails (not just all cute photos and videos), and to urge all of you with birds (or any animals really) in your family - PLEASE be careful and keep an eye on your feathered friend when he or she is out and about playing.

You never know what little, innocent-looking household items may end up causing injury to your bird when you least expect it. They don’t know what might hurt them, so WE, who chose to take them into our homes, are completely responsible for their safety. I took my eye off Benjamin for just a few seconds, and he ended up getting hurt - it could have been much worse.

And he doesn’t even blame me. He asked me for head scritches that same evening.

In case your bird does get injured one day in the future (you never know), please do some research into what you can do in order to be prepared. Have some emergency items such as styptic powder or corn starch on hand to help stop bleeding, and be well acquainted with your bird’s behavior so that you know what would best help her or him calm down in a stressful situation (greens in Benjamin’s case), since struggling or flapping about may worsen the injury. Find out where your nearest bird vet is (look for one who specializes in and has extensive experience with birds) and find out if they accept emergency cases, in advance. 

Thank you for reading, and please be the best friend and guardian possible to your animal family members!

The Dream Role

Originally posted by marvelgifs

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Request: Can you write a Tom Holland x reader where the reader auditions for spider-gwen in spider man 2 or 3 and gets the part partially because tom convinces the casting director and he falls for her during filming. (anonymous)

Word count: 964

A/N: I don’t really know much about Spider-Gwen so I didn’t really focus on that part that much. I’m sorry if that was a major thing for you in this request. I just didn’t want to write something that was completely false or out of that character! I hope that this was what you were hoping and that you’ll like it :)

“Y/N Y/L” you heard your name being called and stood up. You had never been this nervous. You were going to audition for the role of Peter Parker’s love interest and a superhero, Spider-Gwen, in the next Spider-Man movie. You were led to the stage where your audition would take place. You clenched your fists trying to control your nerves. 

When you got to the stage you saw the directors sitting there and Tom Holland standing next to them. They heard you walk in and turned their attention to you. Your hands were sweating like crazy. You tried to wipe your hands to your pants as unnoticeably as possible. 

“Hey, you must be Y/N, I’m Tom” Tom walked to you and shook your hand. He was even more handsome in person. How was that even possible? “Yeah, hi, nice to meet you” you shook his hand and tried to control the blush on your face. “Okay you can start now” the director called and you did the scene. You nailed the audition. You knew your lines perfectly and you played the part convincingly. Even Tom said that you were amazing. You were super excited right now. A few days later the director called you telling you the good news. You got the part!

You had been filming for a month now. Everything was going perfectly. This was definitely your dream part! You and Tom had become great friends and you even spent your day offs with him. Today you were going to shoot the signature Spider-Man kiss scene. You were really nervous about it. You weren’t really sure why you felt so nervous about the scene. You had done kiss scenes before and you weren’t nervous about them. Why were you so nervous with Tom?

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Andreil 2

2. “You’re too young to hate the world.”

Neil wasn’t particularly keen on doing talk shows, even though he wasn’t in hiding anymore, and even though Riko was no longer in the picture to make unexpected appearances and ruin everything. There are just some things that one never quite grows accustomed to, and putting on a friendly facade for the media is one of the things Neil knows he will never, ever get the hang of.

The whole lineup of the Foxes had been invited to TV shows all over the country to be interviewed after their historic defeat of the Ravens, and while Wymack got them out of most of them, there were some offers that he couldn’t back out of. Which is why on one particular Wednesday, the Foxes piled onto the bus to head to an afternoon interview with one of the most popular afternoon talk-show hosts in the Exy world.

“Now listen up you rascals,” Wymack hollered from the front of the bus once they had started moving, “don’t you even think about fucking around on this interview. If we want to boost our public image and show that we’re honorable athletes and competitors, be on your best behavior. Dan, you do most of the talking if you can help it. Kevin and Matt, you two back her up. Neil, I swear to god, if you even look like you’re going to be snide I will have you off that stage in three seconds flat.”

Neil, seated in the very back with Andrew at his side, nodded. He thought he could manage to keep quiet for a 20-minute segment, especially if there were eight other people up there with him.

He was wrong.

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Thank You, Hoya.

As I type this, I am admittedly an ugly mess. I woke up from a nap this evening & I saw an article that came out a few minutes beforehand about Hoya’s contract renewal, saying that he did not go through with it. Groggily, I clicked on it, not thinking much.

I sat wide awake as I read the sentence once, twice, over and over and my mind couldn’t even properly process it. Leaving?? Actually leaving???

Let me back up, as in, a few months before all this unfolded. Infinite was supposed to come back in May, as announced in their third fan-meeting and everything.  Sunggyu was having health issues and the comeback naturally got pushed back. Their 7th Anniversary eventually came around, but I kinda felt like it was a quiet celebration. There were a few SNS posts, but no annual live broadcast, apparently due to issues with gathering all the members in one place. (When they said this, I thought to myself, ‘This is their SEVENTH anniversary, but they can’t even get together just for that???’ *sad but also equally confused face*). Their contracts came to an end, but there was no official word of their next steps for quite a while. In the middle, we got a little announcement that discussions were still going on and that they were all headed in a positive direction. Weeks trickled past. It was rumored that all re-signed except for one member, supposedly L, but that was just a false report. Three excruciating months later, it is revealed that everyone but Hoya renewed their contract with Woollim Ent. And then the next day, they announced his departure from the company, and the group completely.

I honestly did not see it coming. Throughout these three anxiety-filled months, I kept preparing myself for the worst, which was presumably an official disbandment. But never in the slightest could I imagine a falling apart. A break up?? The loss of a piece that makes them whole? Not hiatus, not disbandment, not separate ways, but the genuine departure of a member. An entire member. I just……….. of all groups to ever pull this off (and we all know that plenty of 2nd gen. groups have been through this, GG, Teen Top, Beast, 2NE1, Apink, Girls’ Day, etc.) INFINITE was one to follow this….. “trend”. This wretched trail of pain that way too many groups have crossed several times.

Before I go into how I feel overall, I just want to make it clear that of course, I will still support Infinite as 6 members, and Hoya in his personal endeavors unconditionally, no matter what. I’ve literally been following them for over 6 frking years now, how could I just abandon any of them like that? No, lol, I’m in way too deep, y’all. So yes, I will never ever ever everrrrrrrrrr bash or disrespect their decisions in any way. I will, of course, wholeheartedly accept this with open arms because that is what true fans do. And if anything, considering that this is what we’ve come to after THREE entire months, doesn’t that just further prove to us how hard this probably was for the members, and staff, and just everyone else collectively? Clearly, a lot of thought went into this. This wasn’t impulsive. This is for the better, and I will fully respect that.

HOWEVER, I am, after all, a fking diehard Inspirit and these boys have literally defined my years as I’ve matured into an adult. They’ve been with me through thick and thin, and as I like to say, my “part-time lifeline”. Even though I almost basically despise current kpop (I will say this several times, but 2nd gen. kpop is dead & gone and that’s something I will mourn for a while), Infinite has always been there. They are my Day 1′s, and as time went on, even when I got extremely busy w/ junior & senior year of high school, I still tried my best to keep up with them, support them, and just honestly, thank them. For being there. Because even as all these years passed before my eyes, they were still here, ALL 7 of them, still occasionally coming back with music for fans, still being Infinite. Just being Infinite. And I was (and still am) so eternally thankful for that. I watched groups lose members, go on hiatuses, or completely fall apart left and right, but Infinite promised us time and time again that they would be there no matter what. I can’t say this enough, but seriously, from the bottom of my heart, when I had time to just reflect on the years, I was just so so so so overwhelmingly thankful for them. 

And so 1 member leaving was just……. it broke me to pieces. I was utterly, completely devastated. Because it was simply a reality I never saw coming. One I never wanted to believe in. I wanted to keep believing that they would continue on as seven for as long their hearts could desire, just as they’ve been doing for all these years. That they’d surpass Shinhwa, and be the longest-lasting boy group to exist, unchanged since debut. That they are family, brothers for life, that they would never separate in such a way. Not to say that they aren’t family anymore. But that their bond of trust would transcend any notions of breaking apart.

But really. It’s okay. Nothing lasts forever, and I know that very well. All good things must come to an end. And that is what I’ve had the most trouble dealing with ever since I read that sentence. This is the end of an era for the boys. This marks a new journey where nothing will be the same as it was before, for better or for worse, who knows yet. But we all have to say goodbye to the Infinite that existed before today. And that’s what’s really hard for me. That’s what has got me looking like an ugly sobbing mess for a good 8 hours today LOL. Because it’s really hard for me to say farewell so suddenly. But the storm will pass, with time.

And with that, I want to once again, thank Infinite, thank Hoya, thank the world for letting these boys shine brightly for the past 7 years, and to hopefully continue to shine even brighter for years to come. Thank you so much Hoya, for being such a pillar (—holy fck hold up, I never thought I’d be typing these words and now im a mess again, great) within Infinite.

Thank you for being the iconic dancing machine within Infinite.

Thank you for not only rapping impressively, but singing stunningly as well.

Thank you for venturing into the acting scene & pulling off amazing characters like in Reply 1997, Mask, My Lovely Girl, Radiant Office, and more.

Thank you for being a complete bora-dori.

Thank you for constantly expressing your passion for hip hop (remember when he talked about when he was younger, he even wished he was black??? AHAHAH good times :’)), whether it was through Infinite H, self-composed raps/songs, or your personal Youtube channel.

Thank you for gifting us with your iconic bitch face. (This might honeslty be the biggest thing I miss LOL jk jk ily hoya adjakfjlkf i cant rn)

Thank you for being a dork/dick half the time and always roasting the members without shame.

Thank you for yes, ddabong to u too times 5805925 LOL

Thank you for developing from that awk, Busan boy into a resilient Seoul man HAHAHHA proud of u tho

Thank you for your brows because we all know they were ur focal point ;)

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Thank you for also unleashing ur inner hoaegi sometimes

Thank you for sincerely being one of the most passionate members ever. I think I can safely say that no one put more energy and fervor into a performance than you did.

and just…

Thank you for being a part of Infinite for these past 7 years. At this very moment, I cannot imagine an Infinite without you. I will miss everything you have given us, and more than anything, thank you for working so hard.

사랑해 ❤

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Re: summer of mutual pining, my very favorite is thinking about their beach days. (And also poor Victor completely not used to the heat compared to St Petersburg summers.)

YES YES AND ALSO YES, this is why I always watch the ending credits every time. I think this is the one show where I really wanted more filler? I could have watched a double-length episode of two small children in love just splashing each other and also their dog.

And yessss Victor was definitely not prepared for the summer. He’s definitely been to Tokyo, and most likely Sapporo, but he probably hasn’t been as far south as Kyushu, and I doubt he was prepared for how summers in Japan can get.

- There is, by Victor’s calculation, a daily average of at least 1000% humidity. He never knew that his hair could floof that much. The literal only reason his humidity hair does not have its own Instagram tag is because Yuuri made the triplets promise not to post it.

- Though he got much more careful later, he kicked off the summer with a horrific sunburn. “You’re so white,” Yuuri somehow manages not to say as he carefully applies aloe vera.

- “Are parasols in fashion here?” Victor asks as a group of college-age women walk by.

“I guess,” Yuuri says. There’s a beat. “Did you want one?”

(Victor really wants one.)

- There’s a two week period where Victor conducts an informal poll throughout the town of Hasetsu, asking everyone how they stay cool. Top answers include: spicy food, scary stories, watermelon, and storing your pajamas in the freezer. He tries everything, to mixed results.

- The Katsukis take him to buy his first yukata, which Yuuri wraps him into with the focus of a brain surgeon. Victor holds onto the feeling of his fingers sliding under the folds of fabric and brushing against his shoulders.

- They spend a lot of time on porches, under overhangs, waiting for rain to pass. “I think it’ll be over soon,” Yuuri says. Victor is in no hurry.

Study Session - Teacher AU

He tucked some hair behind your ear softly. “You want to feel good, don’t you, sweetheart?” He was in your ear again, and the feeling of his hot breath gave you chills. You nodded. “Okay, well I can do that for you, but you have to promise me one thing, okay?” He paused for emphasis. “You need to keep quiet. Wouldn’t want to be getting caught like this-” Without warning he snuck a hand under the waistband of your jeans, “-would we?” 

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Royai: Possible ‘Secret Relationship’ Implications

I talked about this on a tag meme I did, and I liked my analysis enough that I figured I’d edit it up and add some pictures.

I’m going to talk about the reasons why Roy and Riza having a relationship in the manga could possibly be a thing. I am 80% sure that despite how clearly they loved each other, Roy and Riza did not have anything going on between them in the series. However, there are some points I want to make that lean toward them possibly being together in a romantic sense throughout the manga.

My main point is how comfortable they are around each other. Comfortable enough that she’s the only one he cries in front of. He holds back his emotions throughout Hughes’ entire funeral and only lets himself be vulnerable when they’re alone in front of Hughes’ grave.

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A lot of people say there’s a lot of unresolved sexual or romantic tension between them throughout the series, but I honestly don’t see that. I see two people who clearly care about one another a great deal, who, with one look, make it obvious that they’re in love. But I don’t see them really pining for one another or anything like that. They act like an old married couple. They don’t seem to act like they want to kiss or touch each other desperately. Which, to me, says that perhaps it’s because they already do. (This could be because I’m Ace, though, and I do not go looking for sexual implications in my OTPs, so maybe it just goes over my head all the time, but…)

Case in point, I knew my husband for ten years before we got married. In the first four years or so, we definitely were a couple of teenagers in love. We pined for one another when we couldn’t see each other. When in public, we stared at each other silently wishing we could go somewhere to be alone, we made out as often as possible. After about four or five years, the feeling of “I need to touch this person because I have a lot of pent up sexual and romantic tension for them” pretty much died down and we became very comfortable with just being around each other. If we didn’t hug or kiss for a while, it was no big deal because we had each other and we knew we could arrange to be together to do those things whenever.

My point is, Roy and Riza act like that around each other, which tells me that perhaps the reason they aren’t desperate to touch one another all the time is because they already do. They already do all the things normal couples do. They’re used to intimacy so why would they itch to touch each other 24/7? If they were as in love as they appeared to be, but couldn’t be with each other, I think they’d show more signs of yearning for one another. This, of course, could be because we just don’t see it since they were not the focus of the series and their relationship had no huge importance to the story (and Arakawa has said that she does not include anything that doesn’t need to be in the story), but I feel like, even with the amount of time they had been together, if they had never touched each other or kissed or hugged or whatever, they’d have a hard time masking the want they would have for each other. Their comfort in each other’s presence could be more than just them having spent a long time together.

My other point is the Barry the Chopper scene where Roy gets super jealous of Barry touching Riza and prepares to burn him to a crisp. Riza stops him and seems absolutely unfazed by his jealousy, which could indicate that he’s acted like that multiple times in the past and she’s used to telling him to calm the hell down.

Roy also gets annoyed again after they’re done interrogating Barry to see if he’s the real thing. Barry flirts with Riza again calling her ‘Missy,’ looking at her with hearts over his head. Roy is visibly annoyed in this scene as well.

My next point isn’t exactly evidence, but Roy and Riza did change clothes in a car together and didn’t come out of that looking flustered or blushing or anything like they might have if they were unused to seeing each other in various states of undress. I mean, yeah, Roy learned his alchemy from her bare back, but it’s not like he saw anything else. I feel like he’d still get flustered if he saw her without a shirt on, even if it was just her back, because if they weren’t together, if they weren’t touching each other on a somewhat regular basis, he’s just a guy in love and he’d want to touch her and he’d blush about it or get embarrassed easily when seeing her. Think about Ed in that scene where he was in the room when Winry was changing. He was flushed and embarrassed because he was a kid in love who had never touched the person he loved intimately before. So this one kind of goes back to my ‘comfortable with each other’ theory.

Oh, and also, that scene where Madame Christmas asks why Roy doesn’t just go play with Elizabeth. What kind of ‘play’ is she insinuating? And why does she know this is something he would do? And why do the other girls think they have a ‘chance’ now that Elizabeth has been taken by another man? What has Roy been telling them about her?

Anyway, these are all minor things. It doesn’t necessarily point to them being in an actual relationship. It’s probably more just evidence that they care for one another beyond that of superior and subordinate, but these are the things that do make me question whether or not they were actually in a secret relationship.

Side Note: I’m talking post Ishval relationship here, not young royai. I’m a firm believer that nothing happened between them pre-Ishval, not even when Roy studied flame alchemy from Riza’s bare back. What I’m talking about here are all the things that make me think they might have had a relationship during the series, in the time after Ishval and after Riza becomes Roy’s subordinate.

Admitting it

One shot : You’re Harry’s best friend who happens to be hopelessly in love with him. He doesn’t know, though and is dating Kendall Jenner. Until he shows up at your door. 

I hope you guys will like this one shot! I feel a little bad because it’s again Kendall’s name I’m using, but it really is simply because of her’s and Harry’s past relationship.
As always, requests and feedback are welcome. 

Picture is not mine. It’s a gift from tumblr. 

A loud sigh escaped  my mouth and I hung my head low in exhaustion, my face hidden behind my sweaty palms. I felt as if all the responsibilities I had been trying to somehow balance on my shoulders over the past weeks came crumbling down like a wall of bricks, burying me. The familiar sound of my ringtone interrupted my thoughts and seeing the name flashing on the screen stopped any tears from spilling over.  My shaking fingers hastily slid over the phone screen and I eagerly pressed the device to my ear, desperate to hear the warmth of his voice.

“Harry! You have no idea how relieved I am that you’re calling.”

“M'glad to hear your voice, too, babe,” Harry answered, no hint of  a smile in his voice. He sounded oddly quiet and collected, not at all like the cheerful best friend he normally was.

“Are you alright?” I asked and pushed some of the books sprawled out in front of me away. There wasn’t much I would finish today anyway, especially not if Harry was unwell.

Ever since we had first bumped into each other it hadn’t taken more than one coffee to forge a strong bond between us. I always had his back and he had mine, protecting and supporting each other without questioning it. We often stayed at each other’s places for several days at once, trying to make the most of it given that the hectics of our daily lives didn’t allow us to spend too much time together. All of this remained merely platonic to him. I however, foolish as I was, had to fall so deeply in love with him I couldn’t even see the surface anymore.

“M'fine,” Harry hummed.

I didn’t quite buy his promise by the still rather void tone in his voice.

“You don’t sound like it, love,” I murmured, “what’s bugging you?”

I heard him take in a deep breath on the other side of the line, as if he needed to prepare for what he wanted to say next. When he spoke again his voice was much more tense.

“You know how Kendall and I have been going out and stuff, right?”  

I coughed as a lump crawled up my throat and swallowed hard before forcing out a small, “Yes.” My mind was already racing and torturing me with endless scenarios of what exactly he was implying by saying “stuff”.

When Harry had first brought Kendall around, I had already built a biased opinion on her. Her family’s public oriented life wasn’t something I could understand and never would it have come to my mind that Harry somehow could. Privacy was one of his top priorities. Meeting Kendall in person however had been different than expected and after two drinks with her I had to admit that she and Harry did fit together. She knew when to laugh, asked me questions about my much less eventful life than hers was and even hugged me when saying goodbye. And of course, she was of striking beauty. One look at her and it was clear how she was Harry’s match in every sense of the word.
After leaving them to climb into their taxi together and to head to his place I was overcome by sadness. Never had I confessed my feelings for Harry to him and now came the regret. I had noticed him observe me throughout the night, proving further how important it was to him that his friends liked her. A clear sign that their relationship was to be taken serious.

“I hope everything’s fine between the two of you,” I mumbled, hoping he’d believe the small lie.

“Not quite,” Harry replied, “we aren’t working out like I thought we would. And I feel so confused.” he broke off and I just knew he was shaking his head in lack of understanding.

“Is it because you’re apart too much?”

“No, I don’t think so,” he answered quickly, “Our houses aren’t too far apart from each other’s and now that I’m on my break I often fly out to see her. I’d say we spend 4 out of 7 days per week with each other.”

I tried to ignore the sting in my chest upon that information.

“If time isn’t the problem, then what is?” I asked.

So far in the year of us being close we’d only had two arguments and in both situations it was about me being upset because he wasn’t around.
Harry didn’t answer my question but paused to think of his next words, picking them carefully like he always did.

“She’s just not been acting the way the way she did when I met her. Not a day goes by where she doesn’t question me about my whereabouts or who it is that I am texting or calling. Kendall complains about everything I do and claims I’m distracted. Sometimes she even says she thinks it’s because of you. That you and I are dating. Can you believe that?”

“Crazy,” I laughed dryly. “What does she say when you ask her about her doubts?”

“Either that it’s nothing, she doesn’t want to talk about it or she refuses to answer me altogether. Shit like ‘you know exactly what this is about’, too.”

Harry cleared his throat and took a deep breath, “Aside from missing you like crazy, I called to ask for advice on what I should do.”

“I couldn’t possibly tell you. I only know half about your relationship or how your feelings for her are,” I protested.
I knew full well I could never stay objective and so any advice I would give him wouldn’t be an honest one.
“All I could do is tell you to listen to your instincts. As they’re usually pretty good.”

“So you wouldn’t advise me to break up with her?” he asked me, sounding almost shy.
I cleared my throat, searching for words. He was unbelievable. Why did he have to ask me, the girl who loved him more than his girlfriend ever could, whether or not he should be single again?

“No, I wouldn’t,” I whispered timidly, choosing to push my selfishness aside.

“Hm. Alright.”

“Would you break up with her had just told you that I think it would be for the best?”

“Probably, yeah,” he answered. “But I’ll think it through one more time then.”

I wanted to die.

“You should do that,” I encouraged, mentally slapping myself. “You have to take care of yourself, though. I don’t want you to let it get too close to your heart.”

Harry sighed and I grinned when he mumbled something under his breath.

“What was that, H?”

“I miss you,” he repeated quietly.

“I miss you, too, Harry,” I admitted, “A lot.”

The faint noise of his laugh was enough to make my stomach flutter. My breathing picked up and I pictured him sitting there with a smile on his face because he had me advising him. After years of supporting his career I was glad to be able to be there for him privately as well.  

“You should come visit me,” I spoke abruptly.


“Think about it. You’ve never met my family before and it would give you a break from everything! Here in my hometown you would be safe from media attention and you could think about what to do next with Kendall,” I rambled, unable to contain what I truly wanted any longer. Him by my side and away from his model to maybe, finally, see me the way I saw him.

“Visit?” he asked, surprise evident in his tone, “I-I can’t- Y/N, I miss you. I do, really, but I don’t think I can leave just like that. Kendall would throw a fit and I can’t just leave in the middle of all this without talking properly to her. I’m sorry-”

I swallowed hard and tried to breath through the stinging feeling in my chest.

“I understand that,” I interrupted him quickly. “Figuring out your relationship comes first. As it should.”

“No,” Harry disagreed, his voice sounded urgent, “Don’t say it like that. You know I would never put anyone or anything before you.”

The corner of my mouth twitched into a smile.

“Are you in LA?” I asked.

“I am. Why?”

“I just want you to know that there’s a door to my house that is always wide open for you. Metaphorically speaking, not literally. That’d be weird otherwise.”

He exhaled loudly and cleared his throat.


“Yes, H?”

“You really are the best friend I have.”

My heart swelled and I felt glad that he couldn’t see my burning cheeks.  

“Right back at you. Please take good care of yourself, okay?”

“I’ll try. You do too, yeah?”

“Always do.”

And with that we ended the phone call. That Harry hadn’t jumped onto my offer of him to come here began to hurt a little, but it wasn’t like I had expected anything else. The fact that he still wanted to be a good boyfriend to a woman he knew didn’t appreciate it, made me love him even more.


It had been little over two weeks since I’d spoked to Harry and there had been absolute radio silence since. My family left town for the weekend and I had decided to use the quiet home to catch up on some of the work I had still left to do. On one evening however I didn’t feel like it at all.
Although the story I was reading had me clinging to every word, I couldn’t stop myself from glancing at the phone to check for a message from Harry every once in a while. The hope hadn’t died down yet.
The sound of the doorbell straddled me. It was 10:30 pm and the sky outside had turned dark hours ago. A nervous feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. I’ve definitely watched too many horror films. Hesitantly I got up and walked to the door where I peeked through the window next to it. A movement in the dark made me jump but my heart instantly squeezed when I recognized the person waiting outside. I quickly unlocked the door and stepped out. The breath was knocked right out of me. The surprise of seeing him and how beautiful he was didn’t didn’t distract me from how exhausted he looked.


“Hi,” he murmured, a faint smile on his face.

Within a second I had thrown myself at him and secured my arms around his neck while his wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me close to his chest.

“I can’t believe you came! I missed you so much,” I gushed.

After three months of being apart, I finally had him in front of me. Finally held him again. His body was warm and his shoulders strong under my touch. My hands found his hair and I exhaled happily upon finally being able to play with his soft curls again. I couldn’t swipe the smile off my face and enjoyed being able to breath him in again. Three months apart and he felt as familiar as if he’d never been gone.

“I hope it’s okay,” Harry mumbled into my hair. “You said I could visit and I…I just-” he broke off and pulled away from me before coughing heavily.

I gently patted his back in an effort to calm him. “Did your flannels not protect you from the threat that is the common cold? You should know better given how much time you spent in the oh so cold LA.”

A faint smile danced on his lips at my jokingly cooing voice, as he shook his head and with a final cough relaxed again.

“More likely in Ireland. I was visiting Niall last week.”

He came closer again and widen his arms to me. My heart jumped at the cocky half smile he had dancing on his cheeks and I gladly stepped into his arms, attaching mine once more around his shoulders. He squeezed my waist and I in return pressed a kiss to his warm cheek.

“That’s lovely,” I mumbled, “And it’s more than okay that you’re here, Harry. You’re always welcome.”

Harry hummed and nuzzled his face into my neck. I giggled quietly and shrieked when he bit down.

“I’ve missed this.”

“Me too,” he whispered and exhaled a long breath.

Though I loved having Harry this close, it was this exact kind of behavior that had me close to loosing my mind. Having him embrace and holding on to me like this felt as if he needed me as desperately as I did him. And that wasn’t the case. He had Kendall.

Humming upon feeling his lips against the skin of my neck, I whispered gently: “How did everything go?”

He shrugged and released me slowly only leaving his hands to rest on my shoulders. From this close I could see the glossiness of his eyes and how sore the skin around his eyes and his cheeks was. I carefully brushed the back of my hand over the redness, hissing at how tender it felt.


“It went fine,” he muttered. “Kendall and I are over.”

Relief, mixed with worry for my friend flooded me and I felt like crying when he looked at me with what I interpreted as sadness in his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I know how much she meant to you.”

Though I didn’t. Selfish as I was I had never asked him a lot about Kendall and was a little taken aback by the emotion in his eyes.

He shook his head, smiling a little. “That’s not what’s going on right now, Y/N.”

“Then what is?” I asked, confused by his words.

Harry shrugged and took my hand. “I’ll tell you later.”

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “You seem so upset. This isn’t fair. No one as kind and good as you should feel like this.”

Harry shook his head once more and leaned forward to press a quick kiss to my cheek. “I’m alright, love. You worry more than you have to.”

My eyes narrowed as I observed his face. “I still don’t buy it, but let’s go inside, okay? I don’t want you to actually get sick.”

Ten minutes later Harry sat in my kitchen and watched me make tea for us both while he recollected the invents of the past weeks. He told me that Kendall hadn’t been surprised when he told her that he thought a break up would be for the best and that they were on good terms still.

“But I figured I’m gonna give her some space before calling or texting her again. To cool off a bit.”

“So it was you who ended things and not her?” I asked, a frown forming on my forehead.

Harry smiled when he noticed and tilted his head. “Does that surprise you?”

“I mean,” I began carefully, “if you’re happier like this I’m all for it of course, but I just didn’t expect it. Over the phone you sounded like you were sad about her creating distance between the two of you. I thought you loved her.”

At that he shook his head and cleared his throat.

“Absolutely not. I liked her, but I could have never been in love with her. And neither did she love me. We were friends feeling like we somehow owed it to each other to at least try to be more, but she mistrusted me so quickly and always jumped on every article of me cheating on her. She read the worst shit about me and always believed every prejudice.”

I snorted at that. “Well that’s rich coming from her. God knows how much crap is being said about her on a daily basis and you never let that change a thing about how you felt for her. She couldn’t even give the same to you? That’s plain shitty of her.”

I shook my head, anger flooding through my body. Harry was so much more than what people made him out to be over the media and to know that his girlfriend didn’t appreciate him enough to see that, disappointed me. I was in the middle of turning to get mugs for our tea when I felt two arms wrap around me from behind. A small gasp escaped my lips when Harry stepped closer to press his chest against my back.

“Don’t frown, darling,” he mumbled and pressed his lips against my temple, “It’s all good now.”

I reached down and gently caressed his hands that were resting against my stomach.

“I just hate it when people treat you like that. You’re the kindest man I know and I wish you’d get some of what you give back sometimes. Especially from people you care about a lot.”

He only hummed and nuzzled his head into my neck where he kissed my skin. His hold on me tightened and I leaned my head further back so I could feel his short hair against my cheek.



“Is it true that you love me?”

My entire body froze and my heart beat so fast I could’ve sworn it would burst at any second.

“W-what?” I whispered. My body twisted and I tried to shrug his hold off but he only tightened his arms.

“Niall told me,” Harry murmured quietly, pulling me back closer against his chest. “He said you have for ages. You told him that you were too afraid to tell me. Is that true?”

“Niall he-” I cleared my throat, my mind desperate to catch up on what was going on. I shrugged again and this time Harry loosened his hold and allowed me to move away. My mind tried to think of a story I could sell him that would somehow keep me from loosing my best friend. All because I couldn’t keep my emotions at bay.

“You’re why I broke up with Kendall,” Harry said calmly.

I looked up to meet his shy gaze. When he knew he had my attention he continued:

“Y/N, I couldn’t force myself to try to fix this relationship. It wasn’t working out and it really began to mess with my head.”

I shook my head and willed myself not to cry in front of him.  

“So you travled to Ireland where Niall gave you the perfect solution.”

I took a deep breath and Harry frowned at my words.

“Go get the girl who’s easy and wouldn’t mind being your rebound,” I spat, anger replacing my hurt and betrayal. I couldn’t even decide at whom I was more angry. Niall or Harry.
“Well, I’m sorry to burst your bubble, but I am not a rebound for you and how even dare you think that! Using my feelings for you against me like this?!”

Harry moved quickly when the first sob shook me and took my hands in his. His sincere eyes met my teary ones and he reached his hands up to brush my cheeks.
“That’s not what’s going on here, Y/N. Calm breaths, darling and let me explain.”

I nodded, still slightly dazed and he smiled in relief.

“You are the most important person in my life, Y/N. You have been for what feels like forever now. But I didn’t think you felt the same so I didn’t say anything and threw myself into this relationship with Kendall, because honestly, I got lonely.”

He breathed heavily and moved his hands to my waist, holding me less than an arms reach away.

“And I was so unhappy in this relationship with her, because all I wanted is you. You never left my mind, not once and every minute I was with her, I wished it was you instead.”

I pulled a face at that. The situations he might have been in with her while thinking of me came to my mind. Reading my thoughts he chuckled a bit.

“Yeah, in those situations, too.”

“Oh, good god Harry!” I scolded and he laughed, grasping my hands when I tried to push him away. He cleared his throat and coughed.

“When I called you, I hoped you’d say something to indicate that you felt the same. When you didn’t, I decided to travel to Niall for advise and to clear my head. But before that I broke off with her. Niall didn’t tell me anything about your feelings for me while I was still with Kendall, I swear. I broke up because I felt too guilty for lying to Kendall like this and not because I knew there was a possibility that you’d let me have you.”

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest.

“This is…” I began, taking a deep breath, “a lot.”

“I know,” Harry replied, a cocky smile playing on his lips.

I shoved him back. “Don’t grin at me like that!”

“Why?” he laughed and took hold of my waist again. The warmth of his hands instantly relaxed me as he moved his hands to rest beneath my shirt so he could touch my skin. “I feel such a relief now. Having this out in the open, you know?”

My kitchen felt awfully small though I knew this conversation wouldn’t be half as bearable if it was with anyone else. I pried Harry’s hands from me and moved a few steps away again. His worried gaze followed me.

“Aren’t you happy?”

“I am,” I reassured him, not liking the scared undertone his words had, “But I’m a little overwhelmed, Harry. It wasn’t like I chose to tell you about how I feel. I wasn’t ready. You basically forced it out of me.”

“Just tell me what you feel,” he proposed.

When I didn’t answer he sighed and slowly stepped closer to me.  "Y/N, I love you.“
His voice was soft and his eyes were almost pleading. "Please. You do too, just say it.”

I looked up at him, searching for words before deciding to follow his lead and to just put everything out in the open. After all, he claimed it felt good.

“Of course, I do, Harry. I’ve loved you for longer than I’ll ever admit. Do you need me to spell it out each day for you now?”

He shrugged. “Wouldn’t complain.”

“Stop being cheeky, Harry, you really caught me completely off guard here. My mind is having trouble wrapping my head around all of what you just told me.”

“Okay, I’m sorry,” Harry said and held up his hands, “I shouldn’t have pushed you like this.”

I fiddled with my fingers and hesitated before speaking up again. Having Harry confess his feelings for me had been everything I ever wanted, but now that it had happened I didn’t feel as happy as I had expected to be. Seeing Harry with Kendall had somehow changed the way I saw him. I never saw him as a celebrity, but watching him show off his model girlfriend had shifted my view and now I saw how awfully different we were. He was an attractive and rich artist while I looked terrible plain and boring by his side.

“I just don’t know what we should do now,” I confessed, “Our lives are so different, Harry. Where would I fit in?”

“Right here with me, by my side. Like you always did,” Harry assured and I didn’t fight him when his hands reached for my hips. “Y/N, I love you. I’ll make sure that whatever it is that worries you, won’t ever be a threat to us, alright? M'gonna make you happy, Y/N. Please let me.”

His warm fingers gently massaged mine and his green eyes searched for some sign of consent to what he was proposing. I knew that I wanted this. He was who I wanted for years now and I knew that my need for him would never lessen or disappear.

“Y/N,” Harry begged softly, “Trust me on this.”

I sighed, moved forward and touched my hand to his cheek. I gently scratched the skin before reaching up to comb his soft hair. My lips moved to his, hesitantly at first but eager when I felt him kiss me back. I whined when he pulled away and he chuckled.

“S'that mean you wanna be my girlfriend?”

I nodded and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Yes.”

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The Sun on Her Lips//H.S

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She smiled just like everyone else, teeth bared, cheeks risen, lips pulled tight. But there was something different about her smile. Her smile never quite reached her eyes and the glint, that sparkle, was never really there. Harry made it his life’s mission to make her smile.

The first time he did, he felt his heart flip. They had been snuggled up on his couch, her head on his chest while his arm wrapped securely around her shoulders. They were watching some 80’s rom-com when a classic pop ballad began to swell behind the main characters. Before Harry could stop himself he was belting along, punching the air in time to the beat. When he spared a glance down towards her, her lips were pulled upwards and a twinkle that rivaled the stars, shone in her eyes. He wanted to, ney needed, to see that again.

The second time was when he first told her he loved her. They were supposed to have left for the gala ten minutes ago but they had gotten so caught up in their conversation surrounding whether or not the new Footloose was a suitable remake or not. When they had glanced at the time, she had a let out a shriek he had never heard leave a human being before.

“I need to be pretty now.” She yelled, running up the stairs to his bedroom where her gown and makeup were. He let out a chuckle and jogged up after her.

He was surprisingly ready before her and was waiting down by the door, scrolling through his phone when he heard her clear her throat. When his eyes met hers he could’ve sworn he died and went to heaven. There was no other excuse for the angel that stood in front of him.

“I love you.” He breathed out, unable to contain it any longer. Surprise etched itself onto her face until she had realized exactly what he said. Then her cheeks reddened and plumped, her smile shining brighter than any light in the room. Her eyes beamed as she walked slowly towards him.

Her arms looped around his neck and his hands sat comfortably at the groove of her back, her smile had diminished in size but stayed just as radiant as when it first appeared. She leaned up, her lips dancing by his ears, whispering the words he already knew but had never heard, “I love you, too.”

The third time nearly stopped his heart. They were in bed on a Saturday morning, nothing out of the ordinary for them. Her arms were wrapped firmly around his torso and his around her shoulders, their legs tangled up, limb meeting limb, flesh meeting flesh. He had been staring at the planes of her face for some time when her eyes slowly fluttered open.

He wasn’t prepared, in fact nothing could have prepared him, for what he saw that morning. He wasn’t prepared for the galaxies in her eyes. He wasn’t prepared for the sun on her lips. He wasn’t prepared for her smile.

He never was.

Bloom (1/?)

This has been a work in progress for quite some time. It started as a response to the fact that OUAT seemingly cannot have a normal pregnancy on this show without it being traumatic or otherwise very sad. This is the result. This series will be following the arc of Emma’s totally normal, only lightly angsty pregnancy that will end 100% happy. That is my guarantee. No prophecies. No speeding up. A super normal pregnancy.

As for the timing of posting this…well, we could all use some fluff, and I’m not letting reality get me down. So, presenting, “The Happiest Pregnancy Ever”

Also on A03.

Why should I be unhappy? Every parcel of my being is in full bloom.

Emma tapped her fingers on the table, her nails clack-clack-clacking on the wood with each downward press. She listened to the steady tick-tock of the clock, understanding with sudden clarity why Barrie had one haunt his interpretation of her husband. 

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Her husband wasn’t home. He was at store working his way down the list of things she’d hastily scribbled before he walked out the door. The list was long, and she didn’t really need half the things she sent him to buy, but she needed him gone, not anywhere near her while she processed the impending changes to their life. He would be home soon, which meant that she had to decide just what course of action to take.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

The house was quiet. Whenever Henry stayed with Regina, there was a certain stillness to their home. Even when he was there, he opted to listen to music via headphones. He was teenager, meaning he didn’t want to draw attention to himself. She liked the quiet, sometimes. Other times, not so much. It reminded Emma of her time as the Dark One – the house barren, dead. 

It won’t be like that much longer.

Emma fingered the stick in front of her. It read “pregnant” in small letters. She sprung for the test that said pregnant or not pregnant. She didn’t want to take any chances with lines or ink. It was clear as day that way. No mistakes.

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Summer Boy|| Jeon Jungkook pt.06


Jungkook x reader

Genre: Smutty plot

Word Count: 7,878

~ Wow, I’m actually updating? Sorry I’ve be MIA this past month, I’ve just been trying to finish my projects and exams to finally graduate. Here is the next chapter, with one left to go! Enjoy ♡

The last thing I remembered was that kiss before we said goodnight. The warmth and dampness of Jungkook’s naked skin against my own. I remember looking forward to waking up with him still asleep and his arms still holding me.
But when I did wake up and found him sleeping in my bed; the only feeling I was met with was remorse.

Jungkook was sleeping heavily by my side. The sun was out early and the only reason I had woken up was because I felt the need to throw up. I couldn’t handle my alcohol after a night of drinking, and the liquor wanted to leave my system immediately. Jungkook didn’t even stir when I jumped out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. I pushed through the mess of my hair and let my head hang over the toilet.

After vomiting unpleasantly for a few minutes, I flushed the toilet and closed the lid. Standing over the skin and cupping water from the faucet to wash the awful taste from my mouth. My head was pounding with a major headache and the light from outside was causing my eyes to hurt. I splashed some cool water on my face as the events of the night before came to light.

I was in a state of foolishness, oblivious to the consequences and long-term effects of my actions. I was playing with Jungkook’s emotions and even my own. Regardless of what I might have felt last night, that wouldn’t change what was to come. The truth of the matter was that Jungkook and the rest of the boys were going home sooner than expected. There wasn’t time for anything else to happen between us, and I wanted to end this as painlessly as possible.
I heard walking and light talking out in the hall. Coco and Mina were always the first ones up in the mornings. In no time would they come knocking at my door for breakfast. I walked back into the bedroom, finding any clean clothes to put on quickly. I slightly jumped at the sudden sound of Jungkook snoring. I turn around to look at him, spread out in my bed with the sheets only covering his lower half. His lips were parted and slightly dry, but he looked good all the while. If I wasn’t sober I would have probably climbed back to his side and enjoyed laying there in his company.

 “Well, you’re up early.” Mina said, utterly surprised. I ran into her as soon I shut the door to my bedroom. Though, I walked passed her without saying a word.
 “No offense but you look like hell, (Y/n).” Coco said as I walked into the kitchen. I opened up the cabinet to grab some aspirin, gazing at the clock for the time. It was barely 9 o’clock and I wasn’t looking forward to what the day was going to bring.

I took a seat on the counter chair, brushing my fingers through my tangled hair, as I thought about my next move.

I didn’t know just how much Jungkook would remember. Hell! I wasn’t even sure of what I remembered. What about the things I don’t remember? One thing was for sure though; Jungkook stayed the night because I had asked him too.
 “(Y/n)?” Coco called out. I snapped my head to see her standing next to me. “You seem really out of it. What’s wrong?”

I didn’t know how to respond in a matter of simple words. There would be too many questions to answer if I did. Before I could prepare myself to speak, the back door burst open; Taehyung standing there with Namjoon behind him. We were all startled by the forced entrance.

  “Taehyung! You can still knock.” Namjoon scolded. He sounded in distress and Taehyung was only adding to it.

  “Sorry guys but we have a problem.” Taehyung explained.

  “What happen?” Coco asked, placing the rag she had been wiping down the kitchen counter with down.

I had never seen them so worried. Taehyung looked panicked the most, while Namjoon was trying to keep his composer.

  “Jungkook didn’t come home last night.” Namjoon said as they stepped in.
Coco and Mina began to worry as well and tried to comfort the boys to calm down before jumping to any conclusions.

  “I know we sound dramatic but Jungkook has never not made it home.” Taehyung argued before noticeing my lack of speaking, the fact that I was even present was surprising to him. He stepped over to me, his brown eyes were wide with concern and he touched my hand. He wanted to ask me about Jungkook but also wanted to know how I was doing.  After everything Taehyung was the closest one I had grown to.

  “Everyone else is already out looking at places he likes to hang out.” Namjoon asked if we could help as well. Taehyung didn’t ask me anything but only stayed by my side, comforting himself and unknowingly, me as well.

  “Would you know where he is by any chance, (Y/n)?” Coco asked suddenly.
It seemed to be an idea everyone else had missed besides Taehyung. They all turned to look in my direction and Taehyung’s hand fell off my arm. I felt like they were all gathered around my sitting figure, standing tall and intimidating. I opened my mouth to speak, any answer at all, but before I could-

  “I’m here.”

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re:quest [tension] - chapter 3

Sorry for the delay. I ended up being pretty busy over the last few weeks, plus having other translations take more priority (like the actual manga chapters and the omakes). Hopefully the next chapters won’t take as long for me to finish.

For those who haven’t read “tension”, the short story about the CCG art festival, you can read chapter 1 here. Enjoy!

(Thank you @tokyo-ghoul-out-of-context and @kanekikenunot for proofreading.)


Urie silently clicked his tongue as he heard someone call him from behind. Even without looking back at the person he immediately knew who it was.

“…(Annoying prick.)”

He turned around and sure enough, it was his classmate Kuroiwa Takeomi. Between Takeomi’s tall figure and upstanding visage, it was his honest-looking eyes that grated on Urie’s nerves the most, because they were just like the eyes of his father, Kuroiwa Iwao.

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