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FACTS ABOUT CONNOR MURPHY (spoilers)

So I have decided to post all the facts and hints about Connor Murphy’s past that are shown in the musical. It’s hard to make out considering people in the fandom usually focus on the lies Evan tells to figure out Connor’s personality.

To get this conclusion (which I will post in a second) I literally skipped all scenes concerning Evan’s lies and went directly to the Murphy family and what they say. None of these facts/hints involve what Evan said about Connor.

First of all, I’ll say now that I have put my own interpretation on each of these facts.

And so, I will put all FACTS in BOLD.
Anything out of bold is my own interpretation and how I see it to be. It’s up to you to agree with me or disagree.

First, I will post my conclusions on each family member, and then afterwards, I will post the reasons for each one.

Zoe

Zoe was an emotional and verbal abuse victim. There is no evidence of physical abuse, although there were threats that could have potentially led to that. She has all the right to not grieve over Connor, in all honesty, she could have sent him to the police for what he did, but as an abuse victim, that is very hard to do. Connor was probably the cause of most of her insecurities and she hated him for that. The unhealthy habit of taking out his anger on the nearest person to him probably made him lash out at his sister whenever he had a panic attack. Judging by how he really did care enough to keep the creepy letter about his sister, written by Evan, in his pocket for 3 days before he committed suicide, it’s safe to say that he really regretted being mean to his sister and actually cared about her.

Connor’s mom, Cynthia

Connor’s mom was a woman obsessed with reputation. She’s known as the rich man’s wife, and wants more than anything to be a regular family. But because her son had mental illnesses, her perfect image was ruined. She acted as though she was there for him but when it came down to it, she did nothing. She pushed for therapy but after a while, her husband took him out of it because “it wasn’t worth the money,” and she basically went, “welp, I tried.” I will quote what I say later: Connor’s mom might not actually be sad that her son is gone, but rather, she’s ashamed that her family actually doesn’t care. It seems like Connor’s mom is filled with regret for not being there for her son, and she’s forcing her family to act like they regretted it too, because that’s what a real family should have been like. But this is only a personal theory.

Connor’s dad, Larry

Connor’s dad might be one of the main sources of his depression. It is very obvious to me that Connor’s dad believed him to be a disappointment. He didn’t grieve for his dead son and only played along to make his wife happy. He’s annoyed by the whole situation. It even seemed like he hated the fact that there was fake remnants of his son in Evan. Almost like he wished Connor wasn’t friends with Evan so he could just forget all about him and not need to deal with it. At some point he was a kind father. When they went to the orchard together for picnics, it seems like they were a happy family. Connor’s dad had played with their toy plane together and had some great memories. The whole family practically forgot about this, though. Connor’s dad didn’t cry at his own dead son’s funeral. I think that sums it up.

Connor Murphy

Connor was a complicated person. He had many different mental illnesses. I could research which ones he probably had, but there’s probably already a post somewhere on it already. One thing for sure, is that he was unstable. He might not have been like that his whole life, but at the time of knowing him, the time he was briefly alive in the show, he was incredibly unstable. Everything and anything could set him off, and he probably hated that about himself as well. Pushing away everyone near him that could possibly help and hating himself for doing so, spiraling himself into a closed minded world of self-hate and regret, which is something that many people can relate to, including me. He did a lot of horrible things to his sister and to his family. I don’t blame his family for not actually grieving him, he was a really bad person. The problem is, he could have been a good person as well. He had all the potential to get better. He talked to Evan, probably wishing to say sorry about pushing him earlier in the hall. He was trying, he wanted to try. He wanted to get better. He just gave up too soon.

This post is very long! I’m sorry. If you’d like to read more, I’m putting the reasons I’ve come to these conclusions under the cut.

Remember, ALL FACTS ARE IN BOLD. Anything else is my personal interpretation.

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Min Yoongi, the dangerous man

Say something that would make me flush
Yoongi: You wanna come to my house

Is there any similarities between oppa and me? ㅠㅠ (please)
Yoongi: The fact that we love each other

Yoongi oppa! Every time I see you, I just end up complimenting you! Why am I like this?
Yoongi: Because you have fallen for me

I went to the Mokdong fansign event, but I couldn’t speak properly since my bias is Yoongi. I could’t even make eye contact with him, he noticed and looked at me from below. He said: “are you really not going to look at me in the eye?? Huh? Look at me ㅇㅇah~” I nearly screamed and my face was burning hot. 

Yoongi: Welcome~~
Fan: My bias is you oppa ㅠㅠ I came all the way from Busan (rural area) by the intercity bus to see you guys. Oppa, I bought some bath bombs for you but I don’t know if you’d like it or not, please take it. 
Yoongi: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ omg, you know that I like taking baths?
Fan: I heard about it so ㅠㅠ 
(suddenly teared up because I was so happy and Yoongi was startled) 
Yoongi: Don’t cry don’t cry, it’s true that I like taking baths. I like it so I’ll use it well. 
Fan: Oppa, you have to remember me ㅠㅠ! 
Yoongi: Of course I will remember you, you’re so pretty.
(Thinking about it now still makes my heart flutter. Everyone, Min Yoongi has gone crazy and next fansign Min Yoongi you said you will remember me)

This was my first time going to BTS fansign, so I was really nervous and my hands were shaking. When I was in the queue to get my album signed, I really wanted to run away but it was my turn to get signed from Yoongi. I was shaking so much I couldn’t even flip to his page, then he said he will do it instead and he asked: “why are you shaking?” I replied: “because I’m really nervous.” Then he said: “it’s not easy to come (to an fansign) won’t you be upset if you didn’t even look at me, let’s look at each other for 5 seconds.” So I made eye contact with him, my mind went blank and felt like my heart was going to jump out. Suddenly, Yoongi said: “you didn’t know that 10 seconds have passed right? See, you can look at me in the eye.” When he was signing, he asked if I had anything I wanted to say to him, so I confessed my love to him in a goat’s voice. He said: “since you’ve practiced with me, don’t be nervous when you go to the next member and say what you want to say to them. I’ll keep watching you.”

Yoongi actually remembers the people who came to the fan signs
Fan: Oppa, do you remember me?
Yoongi: ?? You’ve never attended (unconcerned)

Complied by: -某霏-
English Trans: KIMMYYANG
Pt. 2

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I finished some sketches for Sans and Red’s small child. Their name is “Sirius A” because as much as I like font names, Sans and Red are giant space nerds so of course they would name their kid after the brightest star visible from earth.

Sirius A is kind like Sans, but also sort of an asshole like Red, so they throw a lot of tantrums when they’re a kid.

Absolutely loves puns, but is somehow really bad at coming up with their own. Its painful to watch.

They also really love space and science like their Dads and plans to be an astronaut one day. Red didnt cry when they told him, he was simply leaking liquid happiness.

Im really bad at making character sheets, so they will probably never have one. Either way, feel free to use them if you want???

*EDIT*

Sirius A is non binary. I don’t think I actually said that they were? So they go by they/them

married part 7- h.s imagine

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“This hotel really is beautiful. I can see why Niall and Emma wanted to have their wedding here.” You thought out loud as you looked around the hotel lobby.

Harry nodded his head as he stared down at his lap, his foot tapping anxiously. You sighed. You had a million and one thoughts going through your mind. You didn’t know how to fit everything you wanted to say in one sentence. So you started with the obvious thing you had to say.

“I’m sorry, Harry.”

Harry took his gaze off his fighting to fingers to look at you as you sat down on the spot next to him. He watched as you played with the hem of your dress. “When you told me you were marrying Kimberly…I cried so hard I thought I was going to run out of tears. When your wedding day finally came up, I remember crying so hard seeing you in your tux ready to marry someone who wasn’t me. But. I think what hurt the most was when you found out about my feelings for you last year…you gave up on us.”

Harry bit down on his bottom lip softly, shame written clearly on his forehead. You glanced at him before you sighed, “You were a married man, Harry. Never would I ever do something that could potentially hurt your marriage. Never would I ever ruin your chance of happiness. Yes. I was in love with you. But I would’ve gotten over it. We could’ve still been friends. You didn’t have to shut me out for a year. You didn’t have to break our birthday tradition.”

Harry closed his eyes momentarily. Harry doesn’t have a lot of regrets in his life, for he thinks that everything happens for a reason, whether it was good or not. However, missing your birthday the way that he did will always be his biggest regret.

“I think all the hurt I’ve felt finally caught up to me. That’s why I said what I did last night.” You stared into Harry’s green eyes before you softly grabbed his hand. “I told you that I was in love with Lucas.” Harry grimaced as he had to hear you say you loved another man for the second time within 24 hours. “But I’m not.” You finished.

Harry’s eyes went wide. He held your hand tighter. “What?” Harry asked. You looked down at your hands holding each other as you rubbed small circles on Harry’s hand with your thumb. “I told you I was in love with Lucas.” You looked up at Harry. “When really I’m in love with you. I don’t think I’ll ever stop being in love with you.”

Harry was quick to close the gap between the two of you. He placed both his hands on the sides of your cheeks as he kissed you. You sighed against Harry’s lips as you kissed him back. Harry pulled away and leant his forehead against yours. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” Harry whispered. You shrugged your shoulders as you placed one of your hands on top of his. “We both are.”

Emma looked at the entrance. She let out a squeal as she placed her hands on her cheeks. Niall looked at her, a piece of cake stuffed in his mouth, “What?” Emma nodded her head towards the door. Niall looked over and instantly his eyes went wide.

You and Harry walked over to the newly wed couple with your hands interlocked together. Harry leaned in and gave Niall a “bro hug” with his hand still holding yours. “Congratulations you guys! I just-”

“Emma. We’re in an alternative universe. It’s just us. We need to somehow gain control of these foreign creatures and declare land on this planet.” Niall said as he grabbed his wife.

Emma flicked Niall’s head before she turned to you and Harry. “What’s going on, here?” she smirked as she crossed her arms together.

Harry looked down at your hands before he looked back at you. “Just two best friends finding their way back, that’s all.”

You glanced at your hands and smiled. Emma let out a squeal as she pulled you into a hug. Niall let out a puff of air and smiled. He pulled Harry in for another hug and whispered in his ear, “It’s about damn time.”

Harry rolled his eyes playfully before he pulled you back to him. “I know it’s your wedding and all but me and Y/N have a lot to catch up on.” Emma nodded her head as she placed her hand on Niall’s chest. “We completed understand.”

Niall leaned into you and motioned you to come closer. “Make sure you use a condom.” Your eyes went wide before you flicked Niall’s ear. “Niall!” Niall raised his hands up in defense, “You guys have been in love with each other for years! Something’s bound to happen!”

You buried your head into Harry’s shoulder while he chuckled. With one last goodbye and congratulations, the two of you were off.

You had your arms crossed as you were walking around Harry’s still bare apartment. “So you decided to move?” You called out as you stopped in front of the bookcase he had at the side of the room. “Sort of. Kimberly wanted the apartment” Harry said sheepishly from the kitchen. You pursed your lips together as you looked at all the knickknacks Harry had on his bookshelf. You let out a chuckle as your eyes bounced to each item: a tiny statue of a frog, a ring Harry used to always wear when you guys were younger but outgrew (it broke his heart when he couldn’t even wear it on his pinky finger), his name tag from when he used to work at the bakery back home, his polaroid camera.

Your eyes landed on the framed picture of the two of you. You could feel your heart rate quicken. Even though you guys haven’t talked to each other in a year and even though he still had a lot to unpack; Harry still put up a framed picture of the two of you. You looked towards the kitchen and smiled. You shook your head as you stared off into the ground while chuckling.

“Y/N! Harry’s here!” Your mother shouted from the bottom of the stairs. You stared at yourself in the mirror and sighed. You smiled and quickly frowned when you saw your braces. You sighed as you grabbed your backpack and headed downstairs. Harry was sitting at the breakfast table in the new uniform you guys were required to wear in high school.

Your mom placed a glass of orange juice in front of Harry and took her seat. “I can’t believe you guys are in high school already.” You placed your chin in your hand and mumbled, “I can’t believe I’m starting my first year of high school in braces.”

A 15 year old Harry with hair that basically looked like a bird’s nest on top of his head swallowed his food. He patted your shoulders. “I keep telling you that you look fine, Y/N.” Your mom nodded her head as she began to leave the room, “He’s right, sweetie. Everyone gets braces at your age.”

You picked up your fork and began picking at your eggs. “Harry doesn’t have braces.” Harry let out a chuckle as he took a sip of his juice. Your mom came back with a camera and stood in front of you two on the other side of the table. “Come on, before you guys are late. We need to take a picture of your first day of high school!”

Harry leaned in closer to you and smiled. You looked at the camera and smiled a closed lip smile. The flash off and Harry scowled at you. “Love, that’s not a genuine smile.”

You let out a puff of air while you leaned back into your chair. “I don’t want to smile with my braces, H.”

Harry shook his head as he turned his body to face you properly. “Y/N, I think you look beautiful with your braces and I know for a fact that you’ll look beautiful once they come off. Don’t let them hide away that gorgeous smile I love so much.”

Your cheeks were quick to blush. You turned to your mom and let out a mumbled, “Fine. Let’s take another one.”

Your mom smiled as she got the camera ready once more. You smiled, braces in full show. Harry placed his arm around you as he smiled as well.

Through your entire friendship with Harry, he made sure you never questioned your beauty or worth. He was the first boy to ever tell you that you were beautiful. Maybe that’s why you fell for Harry as hard and as fast as you did. Harry was genuine and he was forgiving. He made sure everyone felt welcomed and he made sure everyone knew how much they meant to him. You fell in love with Harry for just the kindness he had in his heart.

Your thoughts were soon interrupted as Harry finally emerged from the kitchen. In his hands was a small muffin with a lit candle on top of it. He was quietly humming “Happy Birthday” as he walked closer to you.

You placed your hand on your mouth as your eyes brimmed with tears. Once the song was over Harry whispered, “To make up for the tradition I broke.” You smiled before you blew out the candle. Harry placed the muffin down on one of the shelves on the bookcase before he pulled you into your second kiss that night.

You and Harry were sitting down on his bed with your backs against the headboard. You had your head resting on his shoulder as Harry had his arm around you, tracing small circles on your shoulder. It was silent for a long time but you guys didn’t mind. What you guys needed right now was each other.

Suddenly Harry’s phone dinged, telling him he got a text message. He grabbed his phone from the night stand and sighed as he read the text. Your eyes glanced over to the screen.

From Kimberly: Don’t forget out meeting tomorrow.

Harry locked his phone before he placed it back onto the night stand. You bit your bottom lip, mentally debating whether or not this was a sensitive topic for Harry. “How did you guys get to the decision to get a divorce?”

Harry sighed as he stared at the wall in front of him.

Harry kicked a rock as he was walking along the sidewalk. He had his hands in his coat pockets as he was looking at the ground. Kimberly kicked him out once again. She claimed that she “needed space from him.”

Ever since Harry found out about your true feelings for him, his relationship with Kimberly started to change. He feels ashamed and disgusted with himself but he couldn’t help it. After knowing how you felt about him, he couldn’t help but question his marriage. That’s when the arguments started happening. Kimberly would yell and accuse Harry of not fully being in the marriage. Kimberly even went as far as accusing him of cheating.

Harry would never cheat on a woman. Ever.

His mother and Gemma always taught him the importance of a woman’s worth. He would never do something so stupid in his life.

But did he cheat? Did he cheat emotionally?

Was he cheating when he couldn’t push his feelings for you aside? Was it cheating when you crept into his mind when he was looking at Kimberly? Was it cheating when Harry would creep on your social medias, wondering if you were taking care of yourself? Was it cheating when the only concern Harry had was whether or not you moved on?

Harry sighed as he sat down on a bus bench. He was staring at every person walking by. Surely everyone was having a better night than he was right now. As he was staring off, his eyes landed on a familiar person. He let out a gasp. His heart rate started to quicken and he could feel butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

It was you.

You were walking on the other side of the street, a bag of takeout in your hands. Harry mentally debated whether or not he should run over and try to talk to you. It’s been three months, would you even want to talk to him?

The first thing he noticed was how long your hair has gotten. He noticed that you had your headphones in. Were you listening to the latest Coldplay song because you loved the band so much? Or were you talking to your mom, telling her about the latest news at work? The next thing he noticed was the bag of food you were holding. Was it just for you? Or were you going to share it with someone that wasn’t him?

As you walked away and your body was becoming smaller and smaller in the distance, Harry couldn’t help but let out a sniffle. His eyes started to water as he came to the realization you were out of his life. Sure he brought this upon himself but after seeing you for the first time in three months, it broke his heart.

“When I saw you that day, I realized that you were the only thing on my mind. I didn’t care that I was in a fight with Kimberly, I didn’t care that I was freezing my ass off on a bus bench. All I could see was you. That’s when I finally realized I was being fair to Kimberly. She deserves someone that would be able to love her properly and I couldn’t do that when you were on my mind.”

You turned your body so that you were sitting in front of Harry. You grabbed his hand. “Do you regret getting married?”

Harry placed his other hand on the side of your cheek. “I regret not marrying you.”

From Harry: Dinner tonight, love?

You smiled as you glanced at your phone on your desk. Your coworker, Olivia, was sitting in the chair in front of your desk. Her eyebrows perked up at you, “Alright. Spill. You’ve been smiling at your phone the entire day. Did something happen last night?”

After texting Harry a quick “yes”, you placed your phone into your desk drawer. “Actually-” But you were cut short as you saw the last person you expected to see, marching up to your desk. You quickly got up, “Kimberly?”

Kimberly walked straight up to you, nothing but venom in her eyes. Through gritted teeth, she said, “Fucking home wrecker.” before her hand collided with your cheek.


eh. i liked how i started this…not sure about how i ended it lol. let me know what you guys thought/ want to see happen next! 

you can read part 8 here

All I wanted was for you to be happy.
—  And now I understand your thoughts, like why you always worried about me. I haven’t quite kicked my habits and it’s slowly killing me. Would you like to hear the bright news? I got a few good habits from you. I read more often now. Sometimes I hate it though, it reminds me of you. Isn’t that why we do anything? There’s something inside of us pushing to get out. I’ve been clawing my way out of an internal hell. I think I’ve killed myself a few times to forget your smile, but then I remember that at one point you were all that I had– happiness and love is such a sore subject, it’s also so temporary. Sometimes when I yell at people, I can hear you cry. So when I get upset, I just turn the music a little louder. I take walks now. I enjoy the loudness of this silence between us, it’s bittersweet. I haven’t gotten around to getting rid of our things, it’s a line that I can’t cut. I guess in a way, I’m still messed up. You know, I ask for forgiveness, but I’ll never understand why I do the things that I do. I’ll never understand why I am the way I am. I talk a big game, I tell my friends to accept themselves, but I still fucking hate myself. I’m just a little lost and sometimes I wish that I didn’t take you for granted. I wish that you weren’t just a memory. I wish that you were next to me. Sometimes maybe we’ll just talk things out without the anger, or sleep together without the sex. Sometimes I wish the broken didn’t crave the broken. Sometimes I wish I didn’t have to break out a new poem just to hear your voice. Sometimes I’m a little lost and tonight is just one of those nights. I’m so fucking sorry. I’m sorry.

anonymous asked:

What about an imagine where the RFA are already in relationships when they meet and fall in love with MC? How would they feel and what would they do? Eventually they find out that MC reciprocates their feelings but is keeping quite and holding back because of their relationships.

Gah! These ALMOST turned out into mini-fics!! There’s just so much material to work with >_<

For now, I only wrote Yoosung, Zen, Jaehee and Jumin. HOWEVER, due to Seven’s circumstances as a secret agent, I do not believe he would be in a relationship with anyone—even considering the possibility of a mission, it is unlikely that it would be long-term or serious.

If you’d like to see other characters for this ask, you may request it, but I’m also working on about 4 other asks right now, so please be patient <3 In the end, I’m writing for you guys anyway, so, I hope you’ll understand!

Regardless, I hope you enjoy!! I had fun writing this ^~^ (Jaehee’s might break your heart i mean what)

–R.I.

Yoosung

He’s been dating this cute, girly college student from his class, and he had been determined to have a stable relationship with her, since she was his first girlfriend. She’d been the one to confess to him, and he giddily accepted, excited to experience “love.” He constantly felt pressured to say cute things a boyfriend should say, and act gentlemanly, sweet and romantic. It took a lot to keep her happy.

When you joined the RFA, he was excited to get to know you, and the two of you hit it off easily. He found himself looking forward to your messages, and he always felt happy during your calls. He’d never even met you, but you were able to make him so… so happy. Not like his girlfriend at all. He had to force himself around her. He felt conflicted. Was this how a relationship is supposed to work? Is he supposed to feel stressed and tired because of his girlfriend?

At the RFA party, Yoosung overheard your conversation with Zen. He listened quietly from behind a wall, as you cried to Zen about how you’d fallen in love with Yoosung, but it could never work out because he’s already in love with someone else. He felt his heart clench in pain as he listened to your muffled sobs against Zen’s shoulder. Jealousy stirred in his chest, wanting to be the one who wiped away your tears instead of Zen. And it was then that he knew, you were the one he loved.

With his feelings sorted out, Yoosung decided to break up with his girlfriend before doing anything with you. But before he could even say anything, his girlfriend broke up with him over text: ‘Hey, Yoosung… I’m really sorry but I don’t think we’ll work out. I realized that I wasn’t in love with you, but I was in love with the idea of having a boyfriend. I’m really sorry, but I don’t want to continue our relationship based on these shallow feelings of mine. Thank you for everything.” While it was true that he was never really in love with her, he did shed a few tears for losing the relationship they had. It wasn’t like he hadn’t liked her at all—he would still feel emotionally attached, despite their short relationship.

After a short while, he finally gathered up the courage to tell you about his feelings. It was over a brunch date, and there had been a painfully awkward silence prior to his confession (as neither of you knew what to say. Him, because he was nervous to admitting his feelings, and you, because you were miserably in love with him but couldn’t express it)

His confession surprised you. You hadn’t expected that his girlfriend had broken up with him, nor that he reciprocated your feelings! You’d thought it was a painful, one-sided love, and the fact that it wasn’t made you relieved to the point of tears. “I-I thought I would have to be your friend forever… just watching you smile beside h-her… and not me,” you sniffled, sincerely confessing your thoughts. “I thought that you’d never look at me, and that I’d have to k-keep giving you advice on how to make your girlfriend happy…”

“If you’ll be my girlfriend, then I hope you never stop advising me on how to make my girlfriend happy, because I want to make you the happiest woman on Earth.”

Zen

As a publicity stunt, Zen had been forced to date Echo Girl. He was against the idea, but as an aspiring actor, he had no choice but to follow his management’s orders. Besides, it would be good practice for roles where his character was in a relationship. He didn’t really care, since this wasn’t a real relationship with sincere feelings. Echo Girl hardly knew him.

He never expected that he would actually fall in love with someone so soon after his relationship with Echo Girl was made public. Your appearance in the RFA was sudden, after all. But Zen had fallen in love with you at first sight. You were kind to everyone, listening to their thoughts quietly whether you agreed or disagreed. And you weren’t pretending to be nice, either. Nobody would be able to keep up an act like that for so long—he would know, he acts everyday, and he can’t get into character every time.

He fell in love with your voice, just as he fell in love with the rest of you. But your voice had a special appeal to him. You sounded so sweet and sincere, and prior to the party, it was his only way of feeling connected with you. He’d savour the sound, loving the way his name rolled off your tongue. “Hey Zen… hypothetically, what would you do if I liked you?” His heart almost stopped at the question, but he eventually managed to squeeze out an “I don’t know.” You had sounded so genuine, his heart was racing with the possibility in mind.

Despite not confirming your feelings, Zen approached his manager, demanding that they put an end to the relationship publicity stunt, or he would publicly announce that the company was lying to build his image. When it was all done and dealt with, he proceeded to beg and beg Seven for your apartment’s address. Zen would be in debt to Seven for thousands of Honey Buddha Chips, but it was all worth surprising you for your smile. With his knee to the floor, and a bouquet of roses raised towards you, he imitates your confession to say…

“MC… hypothetically, what would you do if I liked you back?”

Jaehee

She’s been dating a man for a while before she met you. He had asked her out during one of the C&R business events, and fallen in love with her at first sight. While Jaehee knew that his feelings were sincere, she wasn’t sure about how she felt towards him, but he told her that he was willing to wait.

Fortunately for her, you’d soon joined the RFA, and she felt that she was able to confide in you about her problems. You would listen to her as she ranted about her admiration for Zen, Jumin’s irritating tendencies, and relationship problems, amongst many others. With each conversation, Jaehee became more and more relaxed talking with you, and your ability to ease her burdens only got better as you learned more about her.

Jaehee’s boyfriend noticed the way Jaehee’s expression had grown softer lately, and how she always replied to your texts immediately in the midst of their conversations. He watched knowingly as Jaehee’s eyes gained a happy glint in them, her laughter sounding more feminine and relaxed, compared to her forced, unsure chuckles from before she’d met you. He was fully aware that Jaehee was most likely in love with you, and that he would have to let her go soon.

He prayed to the gods to forgive him for forcing someone who wasn’t interested to stay in a relationship with him, begging for just a little more time with her. He knew that he should support her and push her towards the one she truly loved, but he wanted to be just a little more selfish, until she would realize her own feelings.

So when Jaehee finally confronted him, he was prepared for her confession. “I’m really sorry. I… thank you for being so patient with me up until now. I truly did enjoy spending time with you, and I am honoured that you would fall in love with someone like me, so I believe you deserve a proper apology,” Jaehee forced herself to look into his eyes despite the guilt in her heart.

But he deserved a serious, proper explanation from her, because he’d been nothing but kind to her throughout their relationship. He’d put his best efforts in making her happy, and she knew it. “I’m really grateful for your feelings, and I’m truly sorry to say that I can’t return them. There is… someone else who has already stolen my heart,” she admitted softly.

Finally, he was able to let her go. He left her with one last kiss on the forehead, and bid her farewell, “Thank you for everything. I hope that whoever you love will be able to love and care for you much better than I was able to. Please, be happy from now on.”

Jaehee couldn’t help but shed a few tears, for losing a good relationship with an honest, sincere man. But no matter how amazing he was, her feelings for you would not change. You were the only one who could make her feel so relaxed, comfortable and happy even when her work pressured her to no ends. You were the only one who she felt could understand her, and she wanted to give you the same happiness she received.

Although she was now single, she still believed that her love was one-sided. Love between women was becoming more socially acceptable, but she had no idea about your views about it. And even then, it didn’t necessarily mean that you returned her feelings. But imagine her surprise when you burst into her house upon hearing the news that she’d broken up with her boyfriend. Tears were streaming down your face—you were crying for her. You explained, “But Jaehee… didn’t he make you happy? Why aren’t you crying? It makes me really sad when I think about everything you’ve lost with him… I had been s-so happy that he was there for you through all your struggles…”

Gently, she wiped your tears, looking affectionately into your eyes. “The person standing right in front of me is the one who I’ve fallen in love with. MC, you’re the one who makes me feel happy. Your kind words have always cheered me up. I don’t know if you feel the same, but I will try my best to win your affection, okay? Because MC… I love you.”

Jumin

Money, fame and looks… Jumin Han had it all. He had never had trouble getting anything he wanted, although he was still dying to understand love—not that he would ever admit that. Instead of expressing this desire, he hooked up with various women, trying to find someone who could match his preferences.

He was in yet another of these shallow relationships when he met you, but he hadn’t been attracted to you immediately. It had taken a lot of time and conversation before he developed any feelings towards you. At first, it was a fond interest. ‘MC sure can be cute, trying to argue with me about the business world… Doesn’t she know I have a large advantage over her in that area?’ It slowly changed into admiration, as he observed how you were able to get along with everyone in the RFA. He often had trouble with Zen, but you seemed to handle the narcissist without a problem. (No Jumin, Zenny just hates you..)

It wasn’t until he read a magazine in which he took a quiz, ‘Are you in love?!’ (he actually believes this stuff, thinking that they publish credible information) Thinking of his latest hookup, he circled answers in pencil, and calculated his score, which resulted in, “SADLY, NO: but we hope that you will find ‘The One’ soon!! There’s gotta be somebody for you out there :)” Sighing, Jumin threw the magazine to the floor. He would never find ‘The One,’ at this rate. He’s already failed so many times…

A thought struck him. Hesitantly, he retrieved the magazine from the floor, and attempted the quiz again, with thoughts of you in mind. ‘Does he/she make you smile when you talk?’ Yes. ‘Do you want to know him/her more?’ Yes. ‘Do you want him/her to be a part of your life forever?’ If you would, then yes. “WOW: It looks like you’re in love! See our next issue to find out if they could be ‘The One!’”

Flustered, Jumin scowls at the magazine despite the happy feeling bubbling in his chest. Maybe this magazine isn’t that credible after all. (Now you think that?? You tsundere.) He spends the night drinking wine, complemented with dazed thoughts. He’d never truly loved a woman in his life before, not even his own (gold-digging) mother. And yet this magazine claims that he’s in love with… you? You, a woman who’d just waltzed into his life and captured his genuine interest. …Fuck. Maybe I do have feelings for her.

“What is love?” he asks you over dinner, swirling the wine in his glass around the brim. You reply sadly in a mock posh accent, “What is love, but an emotion that only serves to break one’s heart?” Surprised by your answer, he wonders what makes you say that. He quietly questions you if someone had dared to break your heart, voicing his shock that anyone could possibly turn down a sincere, kind-hearted woman who could pique one’s interest in conversation, such as yourself. You laugh bitterly, shaking your head in disbelief. “It’s you, idiot,” you mutter, facing downwards. Avoiding his eyes, you stood up abruptly from the table. “I… I’m gonna go.”

Alarmed, he catches hold of your hand. “Wait!” he calls out to you before he even realizes what he’s done. “MC… I think I’m in love with you. I haven’t sorted out my feelings yet, but I’m really, really interested in you. I don’t understand it myself, but I do know that you’re special to me. Will you wait for me?”

Softly, sincerely, he stares into your eyes, silently begging you to understand. And you stay.

Sometimes

“ Sometimes I write so much my hands hurt…

Sometimes I day-dream too much that my head hurts….

Sometimes I think of things that I know won’t come true and then my heart hurts

Sometimes think about you too much and I just hurt!

I hurt.. This hurts…

Sometimes I think of what we were and would have been…

And I don’t hurt… I break…

I break cuz sometimes I sing you love songs, you will never hear

Sometimes I cry to you but it’s stupid… Ur not here!

But Sometimes I imagine you are!

And when I do, Im happy, Im calm… I feel safe!

But then I remember that you’re not even close to me and I fall again…

Sometimes I play pretend.

I pretend you’re not gone
I pretend you still love me
I pretend you still care
I pretend and pretend
And I break and Break…

Sometimes I get over it;

But sometimes I can’t

Sometimes.

—  shaleej21
RFA+Saeran Suicidal MC

Can you write headcanons for the rfa and saeran with an mc who wants to kill herself because she feels like she doesn’t matter and nothing she does will ever matter

I got this prompt before things went downhill on my end, and I’m so sorry it has taken me a while until I was able to write this for you, anon.

I really hope you’re doing okay, and know that you’re loved. Please if you need help, remember to talk to loved ones, friends, or to look up suicide hotlines for your area (Google as an incognito mode if you’re stressed about your history). If you’re thinking of therapy I used to use BetterHelp.com. They had an app and it was nice not having to voice all the negatives, just writing them down. And some places offer free therapy as well.

Do not be ashamed for wanting/needing help. It’s so much better than the alternative.


Zen

- He showered you with compliments on the daily.

- He didn’t know you. You were still just some person behind a text message screen.

- Why did he care so much?

- Out of the camera’s prying eyes, you locked yourself in the late Rika’s room, curling up beside her bed.

- She was so much better than you in every way, so much more lovable, likeable. No one ever batted an eye to you unless it was just to be flirted with.

- You knew those advances would go away the moment they saw you for who you were.

- Some over-depressed whiny fuck.

-  You covered your face, hating how harsh you had to be to yourself, when you heard the phone ring. You peaked over, the action seemingly taking over a year, but you recognized the face on the ID.

- Zen.

- You answered, a low “Hello”, to which he acted surprised to.

- “Eh? Are you sick? Did our RFA princess get a cold?

- Silence. Long enough that you heard him shuffle with the phone, probably to check if you were still on the line.

- “Mc? Hey, are you okay?

- “Why do you care?”

- “…What kind of question is that?

- You scoffed.

- “Hey, whats up? What’s wrong?

- “What, you going to just flirt with me? Save the damsel in distress who you don’t even know?” You swallowed, the action making your throat feel like it was being torn apart. 

- “I do know-

- “No you don’t! You don’t even know what I look like, let alone how I act! How I really am! Just some selfish fuck up who can’t even compare to that Rika girl you all keep talking about!”

- Silence again, and your felt your heart manage to break even more. “That’s what I thought, you can’t even-”

- “No, I’m still here. I’m listening.

- “To what?”

- “To you. To you venting. Mc, please just. Keep going.

- Out of anger you did. Anger towards yourself, towards the group. He listened. He listened as anger turned into broken sobs that had your chest heaving.

- He kept quiet for a moment, making sure he wasn’t interrupting you again.

- “You’re right, I don’t know you. I don’t know what you look like, but you know what? I don’t care. Because while I don’t know you that well, I know already you’re a good person. You’re helping us while your heart is so burdened with stress, while you have the weight of us on your shoulders. Do you know how many others would do that? None. In fact, the one that did is gone now. And even as upset you are with us talking about her, you’re still willing to help, you’re still willing to listen to idiot romantics like me, while you’re struggling so much. But you know what? We’re here for you. These strangers that you’re taking care of, we’re here for you too. No matter how silly, no matter how late, you can call me. Text me. If you feel like this please, please, just talk to me or one of the guys who makes you feel more comfortable, if you can’t talk to anyone else. Just please, yell at me, blame me, but god please don’t do anything to yourself.

- “I-I-I’m so ssorry-”

- “Don’t. We all have our bad moment. When I see you at that party, I’ll give you all the hugs I can’t give you right now, and all the ones no one else was able to give you. So stick around until then at least, okay?”

- You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. “O-Okay.”

- He stayed on the phone with you to calm you down, getting you to agree to sleep on the couch so Seven could make sure you were okay. He stayed on the phone for hours, just listening, singing at times, humming encouragement. 

- And when the two of you finally met, he couldn’t let go of you, and you never wanted to let go of him.

Jumin

- He was used to coming home and you greeting him with a smile, warming his heart and taking the stress from work that day. Even Elizabeth 3rd didn’t have that effect all the time

- But seeing you curled up on the bed, motionless, face soaked in tears, had him dropping his suitcase and rushing to you

- “Mc? Mc, are you alright?”

- You weakly looked up at him, dried eyed threatening to tear up again. “No.” God, every part of you hurt admitting that, but you just wanting some emotion to grace you, something other than pain and numbness

- “Do I need to call the doctor? It’ll just-”

- “No, no please, just.” You weakly reached out for his hand, and he immediately grasped yours. Even just tilting your head felt like it took your whole energy reserve away. “I need you.”

- He laid down beside you, pulling you into his arms. “Love, please. What’s wrong?”

- “I don’t know what to do anymore.”

- “About what?”

- “I’m such a fucking waste of space Jumin, I can’t do anything right anymore.”

- He jerked away slightly, looking you in the eyes.

- “Don’t you dare even begin to think that. Don’t you dare.”

- Tears starting spilling from your eyes again as you were forced to look directly at him, your shoulders shaking.

- “But I am-”

- “No,” He kissed your forehead, but his voice was stern, even slightly shaky. “You are the most amazing thing to happen to me, you are the best thing to grace my presence each morning I open my eyes, you are so much more than that, mc. Please.”

- You had never seen Jumin cry, but now you felt it. He was holding you tight, burying his face in your hair, as he struggled to keep composed as his body shook.

- “Please, mc. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

- You clung tightly to him, muttering a mantra of apologies as he made a mental list of how to help you exactly.

- He would going to start telling you he loved you six times a day, kiss you every moment he could, call you every small two minute break he had just to tell you he thought of you. 

- God, just anything. Anything to keep you here with him, and to feel like yourself again. Not this husk.

Jaehee

- Jaehee knew a few of the signs, just from excessive research she did after hearing about the late Rika.

- Maybe a few other reasons

- The two of you were closing up the shop for the night, you washing the dishes as she swept. However, she had stopped ages ago, watching you stare at a knife with a dead-eyed half lidded stare.

- She knew. 

- Slowly, she walked behind you, taking your hands in hers and getting the knife away from you, holding you from behind.

- “Mc, don’t.”

- That’s all she said. She wasn’t even 100% sure that was what you were thinking, but you bursting into tears on the spot confirmed it.

- She cut the sink off, wrapping you in one of the fluffy clean towels, rocking you back and forth as you sobbed into her.

- She wanted to cry, felt like she needed to, but she held it in. For you, just for you. Just anything to make you happy.

- “Jaehee, I can’t- It’s so painful- I can’t even breathe-”

- “Shhh,” She kissed the back of your head, waiting for you to cry it out.

- When you finished, she turned you around, kissing the corners of your eyes.

- “We’re going to get you to a doctor.”

- “Jaehee, no-”

- “Yes,” Her voice cracked a bit, and she took a deep breath. “Mc, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I’ve learned so much about myself, I’m finally enjoying my life again, I feel like I finally learned what it’s like to feel alive-”

- “With me gone, you’ll-”

- “I’ll break, I’ll be in shambles. And I never, ever, want to see you like that. I never want to see your beautiful, shining, radiant face devoid of life. If that happened, I’d die, Mc. I would just stop.”

- She took a moment to rub her eyes, then to kiss you.

- “Please, please, just talk to me. I promise I love you, I promise I will do everything I can. Just please, god. Don’t hurt yourself.”

Yoosung

- Everything had been numb until now.

- Bad grades? Still workless? Numb.

- Yoosung drowning in games while you silently and mentally begged for his attention? Numb.

- You weren’t even sure what had snapped in you today, but as he was discussing a test he failed, sad over it, but a bit happy it wasn’t as bad as his past grades

- And you just broke down in tears

- He froze up, trying to figure out what he said wrong as you buried your face in your knees.

- “Mc? Mc, what happened? Are you okay?”

- He gingerly touched you, scared of provoking more tears, but when you leaned a bit closer he managed to bring your face up to look at him.

- “Mc, please, please, tell me what is wrong.”

- He was so scared. Were you going to break up with him? Did someone hurt you? What was happening?

- After a few moments of choked sobbing and garbled mutterings, you managed to clear your throat enough.

- “Yo-Yoosung, I can’t stand this anymore.”

- Oh god, you were breaking up, weren’t you? He took a deep breath. “Stand what?”

- “Just, I don’t fuckcing know,” you covered your face again. “Living. I can’t.”

- His heart sunk. Immediately he pulled you to him, tears already leaking.

- “Do-Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare, Mc. Please, god, don’t you dare.” He couldn’t bring himself to say the word, he didn’t want to even jinx it. “Please, god, don’t. I don’t know what I’d do.”

- You outright wailed.

- “I don’t have a job, I’m such a disgrace, I just-”

- “No,” He pushed your face into his shoulder, refusing to have you keep on. “You don’t know how much you mean to me, or the people around you. God, please, I went through this with Rika, Mc, just please, please, let me help you. I couldn’t-” His voice broke, “I couldn’t help her, please, god, let me help you.”

- The two of you broke down, just rocking back and forth on his bed, sobbing together. You, feeling so ashamed and sick. Yoosung, so scared and guilty. 

- After the two of you cried it out a bit, he covered you in kisses, refusing to stop until he felt like you knew how much he loved you. 

- He’d nearly beg Jumin to have him help you get help. He didn’t care if he had to become a slave to C&R for the rest of his life. Anything was better than losing you.

Seven

- No matter what you did, how much you told him you loved him, he pushed you away. 

- You couldn’t understand why for the life of you. He was so in love with you a while ago, and now it’s just this?

- It was you, right? You did something. You weren’t who he thought you were…Right?

- He didn’t even notice you leave the house.

- You threw your phone somewhere outside, and just walked. Walked until your feet felt sore, until your legs couldn’t take it.

- When you finally stopped, you were at an old park bench. It was late in the afternoon, almost dark, so no kids were around. You sat down, and held it in as you thought about what you were going to do.

- There was a river nearby, so that was an option, wasn’t it? And if you truly needed to you could fashion your sweater into some noose. It wouldn’t be too hard if you had your phone.

- Phone… Right. You threw that somewhere, didn’t you? You couldn’t even look up proper ways of killing yourself, could you? Managed to fuck up right until the end.

- You laughed to yourself, and as you did it slowly turned into hiccups. Into sobs.

- Soon you were sobbing on this abandoned park bench, like some fool. Some lovestruck fool that had no one to love her back.

- You didn’t know how long you were there, not until a loud screeching noise hit your ears, causing you to blink at the bright lights in front of you.

- “Mc? Oh thank god, thank god.”

- Seven ran to you, pulling you off the bench and hugging you tight.

- “I was so scared, I was so fucking scared. Are you okay? Are you hurt-”

- You shook him off, shooting a bitter glare his way.

- “Why do you care?”

- You could see the life leave him. He instantly teared up, reaching for you.

- “God, mc, I do, I do, god i do please. Please please, please pleaseplease, don’t do this-”

- “What, push you away like you-”

- He pulled you into a sloppy, wet, kiss. His tears mingling with his inability to kiss properly.

- “I know I’m an asshole, I know I don’t deserve you. I just get so scared- I’m so gross, so disgusting, so stupid, Mc. And you’re so smart, so kind, so fucking calm. And I don’t deserve you, not in the slightest, but here you are,” He managed a weak, choked, laugh. “Finally realizing…”

- He held you close, refusing to let go, as he sobbed into your chest. “God, mc, please. Come home, lets talk, and then you can beat me within an inch of my life, but please god don’t leave me, don’t, not like this. Not like this, just any other way, not like this.”

- You put your stubbornness aside. Still angry, but longing some validation.

- The two of you settled in his car, awkwardly cuddling in the back seat in the abandoned parking lot, trying to calm down enough to drive.

- And in that time frame, you realized he was just as scared as you were. Once he heard your plans, he begged you to get help, he even promised he would come along to therapy, just anything so you didn’t harm yourself like you were thinking. He needed to know you were safe, and he would never forgive himself if he couldn’t stop you.

- But you knew for damn sure he wasn’t going to push you away anymore, not even if his mind told him to. You deserved more.

Saeran

- When he saw your recent search histories, he nearly broke down himself, recognizing a few of the searches as ones he used to look up himself.

- You, the wonderful woman who welcomed him with open arms. Despite those he hurt, despite him trying to hurt you. When you first saw him, you immediately hugged him so tightly, whispering on how thankful you were that he was alright.

- Something he would never forget.

- And here he was, reading the results you got for painless suicide methods. Once he saw one connected to your recent behavior, he shot out of his seat and sprinted to wherever you could be.

- When he found you, he was the one to break into sobs. He was so mad, so fucking mad, that he couldn’t stay composed, but he needed you, he needed you so bad.

- He fell to his knees, clinging onto your legs.

- “Mc, please god, please don’t do it, please for fucking gods sake don’t leave me alone, don’t leave me with an empty bed and guilt, god Mc I can’t take it, I can’t.”

- As soon as he started sobbing, you connected the pieces pretty quickly, and felt your own tears pour.

- You slowly met him on the floor, where he held you in a death-like grip, begging you without any shame.

- “Why, why, why? Why?”

- “I’m just. Worthless, Saera-”

- “Don’t you fucking even think that for one moment. I’ve killed people, mc, I’ve killed people worse than you, I’ve beaten people. God, Mc, I’m worse than you. If anything I’m the one more deserving to go rather than you.”

- He broke down again, ending up blubbering. “If you go I don’t know what I’d do. You’re the only thing keeping me sane, please god Mc, please don’t. Please. Please.”

- He just kept begging, and you started to wail.

- The two of you stayed on the floor just cuddling each other, unsure of what else to do. It took hours until the both of you could stop crying, until the both of you held hands so tightly and talked about the help for you to get.

- He would do anything, just anything, for his beautiful heaven like sky not to be taken away from him.

Meet the family

Inspired by this post by @pottercrew (hope you don’t mind)


“You know it’s going to be a bit more crowded then when I met your friends right?” Draco nervously pulled on the sleeves of his cardigan. He doubted Harry had believed him when he said he lived together with all of his friends and he wouldn’t want him turning tails at the sight of so many snakes. Merlin knew how terrifying they could be.

“More crowded than at the Burrow? Did you invite half your house over for dinner or something?” Harry turned around and Draco quickly stopped fiddling, putting on the mask of calmth that his pureblood upbringing had left him.

“No. Like I said I live with them. We have dinner together every day if we want to.” Harry snickered and mumbled something that sounded like yeah sure you do. Draco’s stomach did a backflip and he almost didn’t kiss Harry back when the man stepped in closer and captured his lips.

“I’ll be fine darling don’t worry. Only two days ago I gave a speech in front of thousands of people, I’m sure I can handle a bunch of adolescents.” Draco was too stressed out to reply, though not stressed out enough not to think adolescents yeah. You keep telling yourself that.

“Are we flooing together?” Harry turned around once more to offer his hand. Draco swallowed and took it, still not making any noise except for a tiny squeak in the back of his throat. He should have been more clear about it, should have refused to take Harry with him, should have moved to China, should have…

Green flames engulfed their bodies, and soon enough all thoughts of should haves ceased to exist.


“Uhm… Hi.” Harry’s sweaty left hand stayed captured in Draco’s iron grip but his right hand was free to go up to his head and mess up his hair even more. For once Draco didn’t blame him. Had he been in Harry’s position he would have fainted.

“Potter, is it? Wonderful to finally meet you.” Mrs. Zabini walked towards them in a flowing deep blue evening robe and offered him her hand. The gesture made the newly arrived couple realise they had yet to step out of the heart. Draco had been too busy not looking at anyone, while Harry had been to busy looking at everyone.

Pansy, Blaise, Theo, Gregory, Millicent and Daphne had arranged themselves not in the most comfortable chairs of the gigantic living room but in the ones that made them look the most frightening. Draco would have laughed at how closely they resembled the front of a muggle vampire novel had he not been fully aware that any vampire with a half decent set of grey cells would run for their lives at their sight.

At that moment he thought he rather shared their sentiment, and even more so when his eyes fell on the other people in the room, who all appeared to be dressed to kill. Only when Draco realised that the person they were planning to kill was his boyfriend Harry Potter did he unfreeze and square his shoulders.

“Miss Zabini, mother, Miss Goyle, Mrs Greengrass, Mr Greengrass, Miss Parkinson, Mrs Flint, Mr Flint, I see that all of you have been able to make it to the family dinner after all.” And he nodded to each person when he named them as his eyes spoke make one wrong move that chases Harry away and there will be trouble.

Miss Zabini finally got her hand shaken as Harry came back to life again next to Draco. One glance sideways told Draco that Harry’s eyes were not the only green thing about his face anymore.

“For you my love? Anything.” Miss Zabini smiled with her eyes still fixed on Harry telling him that hurting Draco would mean a very slow and painful death where no corpse would ever be found. “And you will find Astoria, Marcus, Mr Wood and Andromeda in the kitchen. It’s been a struggle to maintain the quality of our meals since the ban on house elves brought upon us by your lovely friend Miss Granger, but we manage.”

If Harry had not yet been chilled to the bone by the eyes of Miss Zabini then her tone of voice would have done the trick. Even Draco had goosebumps now.

“Well they were being treated horribly so Hermione had every reason to install that ban.” Draco nearly broke Harry’s hand as he thought Merlin’s balls Harry what part of “no politics talk” did you not understand? But he managed to defuse the situation as he glared at Miss Zabini and told her that they would have a peek in the kitchen then, if she wouldn’t mind.

Draco would never find out if she did as he had already dragged Harry off into the general direction of the kitchen before Miss Zabini could open her mouth. He pushed one of the many doors coming out onto the hallway open and pulled Harry into a bathroom, where the man spontaneously collapsed on the floor.

He refused to move until Draco had supplied him with a gallon of water and a tight hug.

“That was positively terrifying.” Harry muttered into Draco’s now ruined hair.

“I did warn you.” Draco replied, torn between being touched by how protective his housemates were and tearing all of them to shreds because Harry was actually shaking from the released tension. He decided to make up his mind later and hug Harry a bit more first.

“Not enough.” Harry shot back, but he did put his arms around Draco and buried his face further into his pale hair. Draco didn’t really know how to respond to that. It might be odd for a man who had spent the last couple years of his life being sorry to still be shit at apologising, but he was. Harry usually accepted a kiss too though, so eventually he tried that.

Only to find out Harry was silently crying on his shoulder.

“Harry, Harry what’s wrong?” Draco tried to lift his boyfriends head and read his face but the man refused to look up, burying his face even further. He now pressed so hard into Draco’s shoulder he was sure it would bruise.

“Harry it’s okay, we can go home. Your home I mean, or I can stay and you can go. I can even call the Weasel if you want me to.” Draco knew he was babbling in a panic but he didn’t care, he just wanted Harry to stop crying. He really should have moved to China or become a hermit in Nepal or anything that wasn’t bringing Harry Potter home to face his overprotective family without enough warning.

“Please stop crying.” Draco begged.

He got a badly aimed finger nearly in his eye before it landed on his mouth and shut him up. If that hadn’t puzzled him enough then the trail of kisses Harry started making down his neck would have.

“What are..?” He asked muffled before getting Harry’s entire hand over his face.

“I’m happy.” Harry’s eyes were bloodshot when he faced his boyfriend but his dazzling smile got all of Draco’s utterly confused attention. “I never thought I would have a family to introduce anyone to, and I never thought I’d be introduced to a family myself either.”

Draco didn’t think he had ever teared up so fast, or shared such a wet kiss with anyone. Cho Chang would be proud.

“Fuck you Harry.” He sniffed as they broke apart, wiping his eyes. “Crying ruins my aesthetic.”

Harry just grinned and kissed him again, this time trailing down his path on the other side of his face until he’d reached the left shoulder. Then he muttered “Sorry not sorry,” and playfully bit Draco’s collarbone that vibrated from a deep rumbling laugh.

“Do you really live with all of them?” Harry asked after Draco fell silent.

“I do. Most of us lost pretty much everything to war repayments, as we should have, we were in no way deserving of that money, and one by one that meant giving up on our mansions and villas. Eventually we all ended up here.” He patted the bathroom floor, grateful for that and the mansion it was in.

“Miss Zabini is a wonderful woman once you get to know her. She created a place where all of us could catch our breath and relax, where processing the war was the only thing we had to do. No stares to be ignored, no vengeful curses to dive away from, no landlords who refuse to rent to slytherins.” Draco nearly started crying again as he felt Harry’s arms tighten around him. They stayed silent for a while then, both lost in thought.

“How big is this place?” Harry broke away from their tight embrace a little to take in the diameters of the bathroom. It wasn’t really big, though the white tiles made it look like it was.

“Not big enough for this many people. It’s crowded and we need to share our bathrooms which is hell when you live together with Pansy.” Draco sighed and pressed his back against the cold wall, a tired smile on his face. “It’s better than the manor or Hogwarts has ever been though. No bad memories except for the one time Daphne tried to make a stove. Ulgh.”

He shivered and pulled a disgusted face that was meant to make Harry laugh. His heart swelled up when it did. Soon after his suspicion towards his often misbehaving boyfriend swelled too as his smile turned into a mischievous grin.

“Now I do have one other question.” Draco raised one perfectly trimmed eyebrow and backed away just a little, not looking forward to spending the upcoming dinner with pink hair. “Do I need to ask for permission from all of them when I want to marry you, or just your mother?”


Lol sorry for this I had time to  kill

in which harry suggests a second trial…

part 5 to the “Starbucks” series: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

It’d only been a day, but Y/N felt like she could finally breathe again. She felt lighter. It sort of felt like part of her was missing, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. She experienced a similar feeling when she moved out on her own and when she broke up with her ex but also when she left a store without getting something she really liked or when she passed up on a food she was craving in the grocery store. 

Meeting Harry was a major life event. She may not have known him for a long time, but he had always been important to her. From the first time she watched the video for What Makes You Beautiful he was important to her. No matter how awkward or wonderful or distorted their brief little thing was it was important to her. Naturally, its ending was going to evoke some sort of response from her.
She genuinely thought she was doing the right thing by asking him to leave, though. If it was true that everyone had a person, which she liked to believe, she knew that she wasn’t his. He didn’t get tunnel vision as if she was the only person in the room. There wasn’t any uncontrollable fire flaming between them. They were a firework, at best. In the moment they were bright and beautiful, but all too soon they fizzled and dissolved into oblivion. Her and Harry just happened to be at the oblivion stage in their relationship, but no one ever sees a firework and immediately regrets seeing it so she was choosing to be glad that it happened.

Of course that was something she decided in her mind. Her heart was not on the same page. Her heart told her that the lightness she felt was emptiness. It whispered how she should’ve actually heard him out instead of putting her thoughts into his mouth. It mocked her by clenching every time she replayed the scene that unfolded the day prior in her mind. He was gone and it was by her own volition and her heart didn’t like it. It was a good thing she was great at ignoring her heart. 

The war waging in her inner consciousness was too much. She needed to get away from it all, so she decided a run was in order. She hated running. She didn’t like the way her lungs would burn and her legs would revolt against her once she settled down for the day, but there weren’t any better options. She didn’t have a gym membership or a bike or any exercise equipment at all. Exercising usually wasn’t her thing. However, it was a proven stress reliever and it released endorphins which was something she desperately needed at the moment. 

She rushed around her apartment changing into something moderately suitable to go for a run in. She was hyping herself up in front of the door, giving herself the final boost she needed to actually carry out her plan when she heard a knock. She cocked her head to the side wondering who could be on the other side. Her rent had been paid on time, all her friends were either in class or at work, and her mom always called before coming over. She physically jumped back at the sight of Harry standing at her door, cheeks flushed and nose red, beanie tossed over his hair, bearing flowers in one hand and a box of chocolates in the other. 

Her mind was a complete mess. It was as if she could feel the thoughts racing through it. She couldn’t comprehend his presence. Her eyes roamed over him trying to come to terms with the fact that he was actually there, standing in front of her, with flowers and chocolates. “Are those really in season?” she asked after remaining shell shocked for an unbearable amount of time. It seemed to be the only thing that her mind successfully processed in the moment. 

He shifted his gaze from her to the bouquet in his hand. “Uh… S'pose so. Didn’t really ask… I just… thought they looked nice so…” he said then cleared his throat. “Can I come in?”

She nodded furiously, stepping aside. She toyed with her lip for a few seconds, one hand still on the door looking at him standing in front of her home a day after she told him to leave. “I’m sorry. I’m just… como se dice… shook, like, what on God’s green earth are you doing here?”

He held out the flowers to her as he sat the chocolates down on her table. “I’m not really satisfied with how things went down yesterday.”

She furrowed her brows. “What?”

“I want to talk to you again.”

She looked around her in search of something that would tell her what was going on. She couldn’t believe what was happening. “This is actual life. This doesn’t happen in real life. You can’t just– You can't– There isn’t, like, a reset button. You can’t call backsies in real life.”

“We’re not resetting. It’s more of a… second trial. Like, in a science experiment.” He noticed her look of disbelief. “It was a bit presumptuous of me to show up yesterday and just expect to fix things overnight, I know. But, you were crying when I left yesterday so I know you’re not happy with how things turned out either. I know that you like to think, and I know that you already had your mind made up before I even showed up. I know that you’re good at tucking emotions away, but I want to know how you feel. I’ve been a prick, but this time I choose not to let you go.”

She scoffed. “What is this? You literally just put a whole album out about how you suck at communicating. I didn’t sign up for this!”

He cracked a small smile. “We’ll call it self-improvement.”

She shrugged moving into the living room to sit. “I’ve never been one to stand in the way of a person bettering themselves, so…” she said, motioning for him to have a seat in the opposing chair. 

They eyed each other waiting for someone to start talking. “I thought about you and everything that happened all night.”

“And?” she asked, raising her eyebrows and folding her arms and crossing her legs.

“And… first of all, I need to know if you’ll be able to forgive me for not getting in touch with you. I really am sorry. You don’t have to forgive me today or tomorrow but just eventually. Is that…” he gulped, “Is that something you can do?”

She uncrossed her arms and legs, figuring that looking intimidating wasn’t necessary when he obviously had some sort of agenda that he put thought and effort into. “Sweetie, I made my peace with that when I realised you weren’t hitting me up anymore.” Keeping things pent up messed with her head and was annoyingly distracting. She needed a clear mind to be functional otherwise she had the tendency of being caught up on that one thing which led to a lack of productivity, so she let go of that a couple weeks ago. “My problem was what it signified.”

“Okay, that’s the second thing,” he rushed out. “You don’t get to tell me what you mean to me.” She snarled at him. “I gather that you believe in soulmates or summat, but just because I met you in a coffeehouse doesn’t mean that we weren’t meant to be together. Like, have you ever thought that maybe that’s how we were supposed to meet?” He crossed the room to sit beside her, then gently nudged her chin up, forcing her to make eye contact with him. “Isn’t it crazy that I just happened to be there at the same time as you? And, you just happened to anonymously buy me coffee? And, the barista just happened to tell me that it was you? And, you just happened to charm and endear me so much that I had to see you again that very night? Is that all just a coincidence?”

The gears were turning in her brain. He made some valid points. She’d been so caught up in the fact that he wasn’t immediately taken aback by her like in some fanfic, that she forgot that she wasn’t that kind of person. She said it herself just the night before. She was normal. She wasn’t the kind of person that turned everyone’s heads. She was the kind of person you didn’t see unless she bought you coffee. He could’ve easily just thanked her or reimbursed her and went on his way, but he didn’t. He saw her. He could’ve genuinely forgotten about her. He could’ve been anywhere in the world, but he was here, basically fresh off of tour, begging for forgiveness and a fair chance with flowers and chocolates. “You’re appealing to my insanity…”

“And? Is it working?” he asked, cracking another grin.

She pinched her index finger and thumb together. “Just a little,” she laughed. He pulled her into a hug and god she forgot just how good it felt to be wrapped up in him. 

Her smile had worn off by the time he pulled back, though. There were other things she needed to consider. “I still don’t know what you expect out of this, Harry.”

His mouth pulled down into a frown. “What do you mean?”

She shrugged and her voice raised an octave. “I don’t know! Like, I mean, do you see a future for us? Is there even an us?”

He pulled his collar away from his neck despite the fact that he was wearing a t shirt, finally showing some form of discomfort. “It’s a little early in the relationship for that kind of question, don’t you think?” he forced out, leaning back against the couch and running his hands through his hair. 

“So, this is a relationship?” she inquired, propping her knee up and turning to face him.

He ran his palms up and down his thighs. “I mean, the beginning, yeah. It’s not really developed much, but there’s definitely an us. If you want it to be, that is.” He turned, facing back toward her, putting the ball in her court.

“I… don’t know…”

“You don’t know?” He was confused. He thought they’d made progress.

“Have you heard of Schrödinger’s Cat?”

“I– I–ummm… showing’s what now?”

“Schrödinger’s Cat. It’s a physics thought experiment. So, basically there’s this cat, and it’s in a box, but until you open it, it could be considered both dead and alive.”

“Okay…” he responded, obviously perplexed as to what that had to do with them.

“I don’t date casually because I’m not in the business of getting my heart broken. I know it may seem like I ignore my emotions a lot, but I’m actually quite in tune with them. And to be completely honest, I fell in love with the thought of you before I even knew you. Now I do know you, and despite everything that’s happened, I think you’re lovely. So, actually being involved with you and it not working out would… crush me.”

“Or it could work out and we could be really happy together. Because, I mean, I can see us together. Like, as a couple. You’re not just a fling to me, you know?”

The earnest look in his eyes made her want to commit right then and there, but she needed to be sure about this before she made any decision. “Can I– Can I think about it?”

“Of course,” he agreed quickly.

They sat side by side in an awkward silence for a few minutes before she spoke up. “I was actually about to go for a run before you showed up.”

“Right, sorry.” He popped up off the couch, stuffing his hands in his pockets, slowly walking towards the door. She grabbed her keys and followed him. “Before I go, let me do something,” he said then pushed his lips on hers before she even had a chance to wonder what he was about to do. She was so surprised by his sudden, bold action that she didn’t respond for several seconds, but when she did she felt like she was floating on water. He worked over her lips like the waves ripple in the sea.. And, when he suckled on her bottom lip drawing out a sweet moan from her then went back in and dipped his tongue into her mouth, she decided that she wouldn’t mind drowning in him. 

He rendered her completely speechless when he finally drew back from her and spent the time she needed to recover from the kiss gently smoothing his thumb over her bottom lip with one hand and rubbing circles into her lower back with the other.. “What… was that?” she sputtered after a minute or so.

“Just figured you’d need some data. Can’t draw conclusions for an experiment without sufficient data.”

She nodded, then rubbed her hands up his chest and slithered them around his neck going in for one more round of “data.” “Okay, okay,” she said, turning in his arms and opening the door quickly before she completely lost herself in him. “Wait,” she said grasping his hand, as he began to walk away. He raised his eyebrows at her. “How long will you be in town for?”

“However long it takes for you to open that box.” He winked at her with a splitting grin spread across his face, then walked away leaving her leaning breathless against her door.

Boyfriend Series; The8/Minghao

- minghao is the cutest boyfriend ever don’t even argue with me on this
- for your first date, he takes you to the roof of the highest place in the city at night and the cool breeze feels so nice and the stars are scattered all over the dark blue sky
- you turn to him and ask “minghao, why are we here??”
- and right after you say that, one firework shoots up into the sky and another and another
- minghao knew about the fireworks show and wanted you both to have the best view
- and on that roof is where you both share your first kiss
- he’s a bit of a worrier, so he often calls to ask you if you’ve eaten yet or if you slept well or if your day went well ISN’T HE CUTE
- you both make it your goal to try all the restaurants in the city so you guys go out for breakfast/lunch/dinner dates every day
- his eyes sparkle when you ask him to tell you all about china and he gets so excited while talking about his hometown
- apologizes cutely when he realizes he talked too much but you’re like no!!! keep going i love hearing about this!!! and his face just lights up
- he calls you tiánxīn (sweetheart) and qīn'ài de (darling) and you die
- he’s shy when it comes to having matching couple things, but after realizing that it would make you happy, he decides to get you both matching scarves
- minghao once tied your scarf for you and the other members all teased him about it because it was so k-drama
- but they stopped when he went all thughao on them
- remembers every single one of your achievements and always tells you how proud he is of you, which helps you feel so much better on bad days
- whenever you guys take pictures of each other, minghao always insists you send them to him right away so he can put one as his lock screen
- he also really loves photo booth pictures
- he hangs them up on his wall at the dorm and junhui points at you and goes like “ohhh who’s that cutie??” and minghao just glares at him like don’t. you. effing. dare.
- “GO AWAY JUN THEY’RE MINE”
- always wants to kiss you but he’s shy so you’re usually the one who initiates the kisses
- one time HE was the one who initiated the kiss and when you both pulled away his face turned bright red and he apologized for being so forward
- minghao loves forehead kisses
- maybe even a tiny bit more than kisses on the lips
- he finds them so warm and comforting, sometimes when you’re leaning in for a kiss he purposely lowers himself so that you’d kiss his forehead instead
- “(laughs) minghao i was aiming for your lips” “ohhh right”
- always tries to impress you with his b-boying and jihoon bans you from coming to dance practices because they never progress while you’re there
- gets you cute small gifts like ribbons and keychains and says “it looked like something you’d like” and you know what HE’S ALWAYS RIGHT
- takes care of you when you’re sick like he buys you medicine, makes you hot soup and tea, gets you 28379 blankets, makes sure you’re comfortable
- he just wants you to feel better again because he doesn’t like seeing you this way
- gets so flustered when you wear his shirts and junhui teases him about it
- you made his “lipstick chateau” your ringtone and he screams for you to pick it up the second it rings
- “why would you make that your ringtone???”
- since he complained about it a lot you changed it……. to his girls’ generation cover of lionheart and he was like oh. my gosh. i give up
- the type to go like “race you there” and does fricking backflips while racing with you and you’re like wtf
- honestly an amazing listener
- you could rant to him for hours on end and he’d just listen attentively while giving great advice every now and then
- loves cuddling but he’s shy so INITIATE IT AND YOU’LL CUDDLE FOR HOURS
- actually really loves holding your hand and makes excuses to hold it like “ohhh my hands are cold”, “hold my hand so i don’t get separated from you” and you’re like minghao you’re so obvious lmao
- scolded you when you tried to copy his b-boying because he was afraid you were going to get hurt
- hugs and finger hearts
- tells you he loves you in chinese
- surprisingly really protective of you like once he went to the washroom and when he came back out he saw this guy flirting with you
- he normally doesn’t like confrontation but the SECOND he saw him touch you, he walked over and pulled you close to him
- “sorry to interrupt you, but we’re leaving now. punk.”
- seeing him this way made you feel all warm inside
- his dream is to one day take you to china with him to meet his family and explore all the places and take thousands of pictures together
- gets you thoughtful gifts like once you told him you needed new socks because your current ones are all gross and ripped up
- and the next day he showed up with a little box to give to you and when you opened it, there were like four pairs of socks and you cried
- minghao gets nervous when you cry of happiness because he thinks it’s of sadness and he’s all like “did i do something wrong?? did i make you cry??”
- asks mingyu and seokmin to teach him how to cook your favorite meal so he can make it for you
- minghao is honestly the kindest and most thoughtful boyfriend ever, he cares so much about your well-being and always makes sure you’re smiling when you’re together
- he may feel homesick sometimes and he may get exhausted from practicing for days on end and he may be lacking several hours of sleep
- but the second he sees you
- he knows he’ll be all right
- “repeat after me: (in chinese) i love you minghao”
- “(in chinese) i love you minghao”
- “(laughs) (in chinese) i love you too”

Don’t Look Back (ACOTAR AU) - Part 19

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9,Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17 Part 18, Part 20 (Final)


The quiet moments were always the best moments, the pieces of time where no thought burdened the mind. That’s why Lucien loved sleeping now, it was his favourite pastime. Because sleeping involved no means to think, where he could wander off into a world where things were simpler, where he was just an ordinary school kid that was working hard to get to university with brothers that didn’t shove him down the stairs for jokes and parents who actually remembered he existed.

But his moment of quiet was interrupted, by an incessant banging at his door that merged into an organised knock, three rapid knocks followed by 2 slow knocks followed by a further three rapid ones. 

Feyre.

He heard muffling as he dragged himself from his bed, almost sleep walking to the door and he unlocked it, opening the door slightly to find Feyre mouthing off at Eris.

He didn’t care what was happening, Eris throwing him a vicious smile and muttering something lewd, he just pulled her by the wrist inside before locking the door again and turning towards her.

“Your brother is an absolute disgrace,” she spat, her face flushed.

“They all are,” he said before brushing past and face planting his bed.

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Karen Gillan whom was off-camera sat next to Matt Smith and read to him Amy Pond’s farewell letter. When the director called ‘Cut!’, Matt Smith broke down into tears and started crying.

Hello, old friend, and here we are. You and me, on the last page. By the time you read these words, Rory and I will be long gone. So know that we lived well, and were very happy. And above all else, know that we will love you, always. Sometimes I do worry about you, though. I think once we’re gone, ‘you won’t be coming back here for a while, and you might be alone, which you should never be. Don’t be alone, Doctor. And do one more thing for me. There’s a little girl waiting in a garden. She’s going to wait a long while, so she’s going to need a lot of hope. Go to her. Tell her a story. Tell her that if she’s patient, the days are coming that she’ll never forget. Tell her she’ll go to sea and fight pirates. She’ll fall in love with a man who’ll wait two-thousand years to keep her safe. Tell her she’ll give hope to the greatest painter who ever lived and save a whale in outer space. Tell her this is the story of Amelia Pond. And this is how it ends.

Imperfect Pt. 4 [Batsis]

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A/N: THIS TOO FOREVER but I tried. I think I’ll focus on each brother individually… I hope this is okay…

Pairing: Brother!Jason x Reader

Warnings: Swearing?

Word Count: 1329

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A gunshot ripped the silence of the night, signalling Jason that there was another attack. He hurried to the location, thinking it was another attempted murder. There were too many around these areas, he hated it.

Landing swiftly in the dark alleyway–really? Could this idiot get more cliche than this?–he surveyed the area, looking for the shooter. However, he found none except some bullet holes and signs of struggle.

There was a sign of movement, just a mere change in the shades of black on the ground, but a trained vigilante like him noticed. With his guns in his hands, he slowly walked deeper into the alleyway. He kept his eyes trained on the waste disposal, knowing in his gut that there was someone behind there.

He anticipated a retaliation, but what he didn’t expect was how skilled the assailant was. She came at him at a speed that rivaled the Flash’s, kicking him in the head and knocking him down. In seconds, he was on the concrete, staring at the barrel of a gun with her on top of him.

Jason glared at his attacker, but when he saw her face, the glare turned into a look of surprise for he knew that face. It was the face of his little sister, [F/N] Wayne.

Her brows were furrowed and fire burned in her eyes. She was panting heavily, sweat glistening against her skin as she studied him with those intense [E/C] orbs of hers, ones that were unfamiliar to him. He was so used to seeing them clouded with lust and alcohol, or youthful glee. This predatory gaze was something else, someone else.

However, the fire gradually died down into merely an ember. [F/N] visibly relaxed and removed the gun from his face. She murmured, “Oh… it’s just you.”

She got off Jason and and offered a hand to help him up. Instead of taking that hand, he focused on the red stain on her abdomen. “What the fuck happened to you?” He demanded, helping himself up.

She gave him a strange look, as if not realizing she had a gaping wound. She followed his eyes and mumbled a small ‘oh’ when she saw what he was staring at.

“Come on, we’re getting you home.” With that, Jason roughly took her hand and began dragging her out of the damn alleyway, not realizing that he was still in his Red Hood gear and she shouldn’t be able to recognize him. He wasn’t questioning why she was out there in the first place, where she learned how to take down a grown man twice her size or why she got a gun, he was too concerned about her safety. He may not like her presence now, but she was still her sister. She was family, and no matter how insufferable or revolting she was, she never really did anything wrong.

“Jason, I’m fine, really.” She protested, slipping her hand out of his grip with ease, as if she had done it a million times.

Jason spun around and glared daggers at her, his helmet making the look even more intimidating. “No you are not [F/N], and you know it. You’re going to get yourself killed!”

His sister stood still, staring at him in confusion. “With that tone and voice, it almost sounds like you care about me.”

“Well, that’s because I do.” He snapped, not in the mood for her sass. “No matter how irritating, how stupid or how disappointing you are, you’re still my sister, and I will not let you bleed to death.”

That must’ve gotten through to her, because Jason found that she didn’t struggle when he took her hand. They walked through the empty street in silence. If anyone bothered to look out the window, they would be greeted with a strange sight indeed, but the world was asleep. As for the cameras, Tim would take care of that.

“You do realize you’re still in your gear, right?” [F/N] finally spoke up.

Shit.” Jason groaned and pulled his sister to the side, looking around to see if someone saw. [F/N] chuckled in amusement, but winced because the movement caused her pain.

“Don’t worry, no one saw. This street is practically a ghost town,” her face grew serious, “it’s why those assholes chose this place.”

“Assholes?” Jason shook his head, clearing it before thinking over about what occurred. After realizing things that should’ve been realized a while ago, the questions began. “Wait–how did you–since when did–does the others know?”

“Known all along, didn’t say anything.” She patted his shoulder. “I’m smarter than I seem, you know.” Jason opened his mouth to voice his other questions, but when he saw how her hand moved to cover her wound, he thought against it. The explanations could wait, [F/N]’s life was at risk.

“You know what, let’s get you fixed up first.”


Jason sat beside the bed [F/N] laid in, studying her carefully, trying to decipher the puzzle she created. Apparently her wound wasn’t fatal, but she did lose a lot of blood, which was why she was asleep at the moment.

When he questioned Bruce, the older man explained everything to him, startling him greatly. It was difficult to see [F/N] as someone different but then again, she was part of this crazy family.

He felt guilty for being so harsh on her, but truthfully he was only harsh because he cared too much.

He recalled a time when they used to be close. It was before his death; she always sneaked into his room when she had bad dreams. She followed him everywhere and mimicked everything he do, wanting to be ‘as cool as her big brother’ as she worded it.

It was only after he came back did he see how much she changed. He hated the person she became, but more than anything he hated the fact that Bruce didn’t stop this. He didn’t realize it was all an act.

“You gonna keep staring at me like that?” [F/N] questioned, opening her eyes.

“How did you know?” Jason asked, surprised she was able to tell.

She sat up and shrugged. “I just do, I guess. It’s a feeling that I get.”

Jason nodded understandingly. Years of training did that to people.

“They told you?” She inquired.

“They told me.”

“And you’re not angry?”

Jason shook his head. “I’m impressed, but I am angry you didn’t tell me. Thought we were best buds kid.”

“Didn’t want to–”

“–involve me, yeah I heard all that from Bruce.” Jason waved a dismissive hand. “Still insulted.”

[F/N] laughed. “Of course you are.” She then glanced down at her hands, as if ashamed about something. “But I’m sorry, for lying to you.”

Jason’s eyes softened immediately. She was guilty for doing the exact same thing they did, he had no right to be upset. None of them did. “To be fair we did it too. You have nothing to be sorry for. If anything, I’m the one who should be apologizing for being an ass.”

A few tears escaped her eyes and she quickly wiped them away.

“Why are you crying?” Jason asked frantically, scared he did something wrong.

“N-No, I’m just happy.” She explained with a smile that reminded him of her younger self, the little sister he always knew, the one he loved, and still do. “Back then when you found me, I was so surprised you were so worried. I didn’t think…” she laughed, shaking her head as if amused by her own stupidity, “but you cared so much, it really touched me.”

She gave him the brightest, most genuine smile he had ever seen appear on her face in years, and that’s when Jason truly knew that his little sister never changed. She was still the same girl that sneaked into his room all those years ago when she had those bad dreams.

anonymous asked:

Honest opinion on the episode?

Okay HONEST opinion.

Overall I loved it. Sam and Cait were incredible like they always are. That chemistry still hasn’t disappeared. It’s as electric as ever so I’d really appreciate if they could stop ramming it down people’s throats that they’re JUST friends. Embrace it ffs because it’s rare.

Cait is so beautiful I’ll never get over it. Sam is too but for the love of God someone get him a new wig.

The scene where she showed him the pictures of Brianna felt a bit off to me. Maybe because I don’t care about her at all I just couldn’t feel the emotions I was supposed to but it was far better in the book.

The scene with Fergus was perfect. PERFECT. Cesar sounds just like Romann does so it was actually a believable transition.

Some moments between them were slightly cheesy. I think both Sam and Cait have issues with certain lines and it showed. I’d sacrifice a few iconic book quotes for them to be more comfortable.

First sex scene was funny, emotional, hot all at once. I loved when he kissed her nose. Then when she said “do it now and don’t be gentle” I was like YASSS GURL YASSS YOU’RE ABOUT TO GET IT!!! Loved all the pillow talk and then the second sex scene was just super hot and sensual. I love that they were facing each other the whole time and it was kind of a flashback to the wedding.

Don’t even talk to me about the breakfast scene getting cut because I’m about to riot over it. Once again, someone please get Ron out of the editing room. I’ll take over for him.

Speaking of editing, I thought the episode was a bit choppy and edited weird. I hate the way they use fading transitions. It doesn’t work for me and since my editor brain is especially critical, it makes it look cheap. Also TOO FUCKING DARK. Get Jamie some proper candles please I beg you. The whole time I was thinking “how the fuck am I going to make gifs for this??”. Too many random scenes that I didn’t really care about. I wanted more emotion, more crying, more “I can’t believe you’re really here” moments.

So while I really enjoyed it for the most part and was so happy to have our babies back together, it was missing something. I’m not sure what exactly but I do think it was slightly over hyped. Not comparable to the beauty of the wedding. I’m glad Jamie and Claire were the main focus because when they’re together it’s magic and there’s fireworks and nothing else matters in the world, but I’m selfish and wanted more.

Let’s Talk This Out

Pairing: Mitch Rapp x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2982

Author’s Note: So, Mitch Week has been extended! I’ve written up this angsty fluff and I think it’s absolutely adorable! I hope you guys like it! Thanks to @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for me. I love her!



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Seventeen Reaction to: Their S/O Singing in Their Native Language

wjsn version: here!

S.Coups: After you tell him you felt like you sang badly, he goes into fatherly leader mode. “No, listen to me, you did good! I don’t know what you were saying but it sounded really good! I wanted to cry and throw roses at your feet but the boys wouldn’t let me. So don’t think that, that’s silly. You sang perfectly!”

Originally posted by withjunhui

Jeonghan: He’s such a caring person that he does everything he can to reassure you before you start singing, that you have no need to be nervous. If you’re not nervous then he’s probably even more excited and hyped than you. He has nothing but bright smiles and kind words to say when you finish singing, clapping louder than everyone else.

Originally posted by jeonghan-1004svt

Joshua: Smiles from ear to ear out of happiness and pride. He doesn’t mean to brag non-stop but he can’t help himself, telling everyone about how well his baby can sing.

Originally posted by lovejoshua17

Jun: *ignore the captions haha* He watches in awe and fascination, wishing he could understand you but feeling like he doesn’t need to. Music is a language in itself, that can break down all barriers so while he may not know the words, he understands and is so proud and adfghlka look at you, singing, so cute and precious.

Originally posted by wooziwithlove

Hoshi: He could sense your nerves so he wanted to make you smile and relax, doing dorky things to make you smile. While you perform a powerful ballad, he starts dabbing as if it were an upbeat song. Soon, the other members join in and now there’s a group of boys dabbing in the crowd.

Originally posted by sebongies101

Wonwoo: Melts into squishy goo. He’s so impressed and amazed, his insides turning to mush. He can’t do anything but smile as he watches you sing.

Originally posted by fyeahwonhui

Woozi: Can’t believe how beautiful you sound, singing in your native tongue. “Maybe we should do a song together?” he offers. The fact that he’d let you in on his most favourite activity, music, shows his admiration and love of you.

Originally posted by mountean

DK: ”You’re so good, maybe I should ask Coups to let you join Seventeen? It’s not like we have enough members already!” He’s joking but a part of him is seriously considering it. He could have you around all the time and hear your beautiful voice … Hmm, if only it were possible.

Originally posted by mystarsandmoonhao

Mingyu: Rushes up to you when you finish, wanting to be the first to congratulate you on your excellent performance. “Great job! You need to sing for me more often from now on ~”

Originally posted by visual-17

The8: Had recorded your performance and watches it over and over. He’ll show the others too, wanting to show off his talented baby.

Originally posted by wonnhao

Seungkwan: When he overhears a spectator comment on how “weird” your native language sounds, he’s in attack mode and ready to FIGHT.

Originally posted by veryubejam

Vernon: Wants to show his support but also embarrass the hell out of you so he’s centre of the dance floor, jamming out to your song. When you finish the song you’re like “lol who’s that guy I don’t know him?? security??”

Originally posted by wonnhao

Dino: He’s feeling the vibe, not only proud but in awe of you. S.Coups tries to tame him but Michael Chanson has been unleashed. There is no stopping him now.

Originally posted by performanceunit

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The thought of their happy moment in the lab still hurt Felix to think about, knowing Salem had been alone. He knew it hurt them more, though. He carefully skipped ahead in his story. 

“I got to the hospital last. My sisters were crying, my dad was right up next to the bed,  but it was like… like I couldn’t move past the door and into the room.” Felix bit his lip, hard, trying not to cry. 

“Her eyes had been shut, but when I came in the room, they opened ever so slightly. She reached her hand up to me.”

“Felix? Felix, is that you my baby?”

He had seen his dad’s grip on her hand tighten, but none of them seemed surprised by her speaking. It struck Felix that she had already made her peace with all of them, and had been waiting for him now.

“Listen, okay. I love you, and you will always be my baby boy. But please, Felix…” She was struggling. “Please be happy. Let yourself. Promise. Promise me.” 

Her eyes shut. “I promise.” Just as the words came out of his mouth, her ECG machine began to shriek. Nurses rushed into the room.