i know im on hiatus but i just had to put this here

so i’ve been making monthly fic recs for a full year now! that’s so insane to think about honestly. thanks for all the support! my first monthly fic rec was for april 2016 and it had 10 fics on it. now they have upwards of almost 30 fics. that’s character development. anyway…

here are a bunch of fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of march. I recommend that you read these great fics in april, if you haven’t already. 

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)

1. Perfect Storm (80k)*

What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding.

Harry and Louis choose the latter.

2. The Night Sky is Changing Overhead (124k)**

Harry is a tattoo artist, Louis is a drama professor, and they meet during an argument at a café.

3. All I Wish Not to Remember (71k)**

What happens when all you had, all you loved, all you held dear is viciously ripped away from you? When your inner core, once filled with love and hope and light, blackens to raw, dark hatred?

What happens when your soul is hopelessly consumed and no matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you attempt to shake yourself out, to rid your tormented mind of the opaque feelings that plague you, all you can see, all you can feel, all you can want is…


A modern adaption of The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas. A tragic tale of timeless undying love, merciless revenge, and selfless sacrifice.

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Monarch - Damian Wayne X Reader

(A/N: I’m back from the dead! I apologize for my hiatus, but now I should be able to get back to updating this blog more frequently.)

“What do you mean you can’t go there? He has Y/N! Nothing matters except getting her back. Come on, we’re wasting time!” Damian shouted. Bruce shook his head.

   “I’m sorry, Damian, I really am. I know how much Y/N means to you, but you have to wait for your brother. I cannot go there, which is the reason Joker took her to that location,” he said calmly. Damian wanted to scream.

   “Why? What the hell is so special about the Monarch Theater? She could be dying and you’re making me wait? I’ll just go alone!” he raged. Bruce put out a hand to catch him, but Damian evaded his father’s grasp. He stormed out of the cave, somehow managing to avoid Bruce on his way out.

“Damian, stop.” The older man’s orders fell upon deaf ears.  

Robin couldn’t even recall most of the fight. His recollection was blurred by the rage coursing through his veins. The clown himself hadn’t even been there, a fact that made Damian even angrier. I would have made him suffer for this… the boy thought to himself. He was pulled from his musing by Dick.

   “What the hell were you thinking? Robin, you would have died if I didn’t come in when I did,” he scolded. Damian ignored him.

   “Belittle me when she’s safe,” he said, continuing to search for Y/N. Dick sighed but gave in. It wasn’t long before they found the girl. As Damian took in her appearance, he let out a sharp breath. She was barely conscious, decorated with bruises and dried blood. A rag gagged her mouth, and her leg was bent grotesquely out of shape. A bloody crowbar lay near her.

   “Y/N!” Damian called to her. “Dick, get help, she’s here!” Y/N raised her head slightly, clearly exhausted by the effort. Damian ran to her, untying her bindings. When he pulled the gag out of her mouth, she coughed.

   “Robin…” she whispered in a croaky voice. Tears mingled with the blood on her face. Damian took the mask off, letting it slip to the floor.

   “It’s me, Y/N. Damian. I’m here,” he said softly, gingerly taking her into his arms. It was then he realized how bad her condition was. Several of her ribs were broken and her heartbeat was incredibly faint. His heart, however, slammed harder against his chest with each wheezing breath that escaped Y/N’s lungs.

   “I knew you would come for me…” she said, wincing when Damian strengthened his hold on her. There were so many things Damian wanted to tell her he was sorry for. Letting the Joker get her, not realizing what had happened sooner, taking so long in coming for her… words started spilling from his mouth, but his apology was interrupted by her coughs.

   “You’ll be okay, Y/N. The ambulance is coming, you’ll be okay,” he said shakily. She shook her head slightly.

   “Everything hurts so badly,” Y/N murmured.

   “I know, I know, but everything will heal… Just stay awake, keep going…” he tried his best to comfort her. More tears fell from Y/N’s eyes.

   “I don’t… Damian, I don’t know how much longer I can… I think I’m dying, Damian,” she whimpered. He shook his head, almost able to hear his heart shattering.

   “Don’t say that. Don’t. Y/N, I love you more than anything in this world… which is why you have to stay here. Stay with me,” he begged, voice cracking as he spoke. Hot tears ran down his face. A broken smile graced Y/N’s lips. Sirens could be heard outside.

   “Just hold on for a little while longer,” he said desperately.

   “Your mask,” she responded weakly. Damian nodded, quickly fastening it over his eyes just before several EMTs flooded into the room and lifted Y/N from his arms. A haze descended over Damian. Dick appeared at his side, guiding him out of the building.

“It’s probably not the best idea going to the hospital in costume, but I’ll drive you as soon as you change…”  Everything Damian heard sounded like it was echoing through water.

“You can’t die,” he whispered, watching the ambulance drive away. “Please don’t die.”


Originally posted by queenwithcollars

A/N: i’m a day late but happy easter !! i’m still on a little hiatus but i thought i’d put out this jaebum drabble i wrote last night. it’s not the best thing i’ve written but i love jaebum too much to not post it, wHOops. ok byeeee.

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[jaebum x reader]

genre: drabble, little bit of fluff and angst (but barely)

word count: 839

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Saudade (7)

Bucky x Reader

Summary: She’s willing to do anything to keep Bucky out of harm’s way, that’s why she’s so expendable, and expendability is dangerous.

Word Count: 2k+


Warnings: swearing, angst, violence



Originally posted by cherry-midnightmoonlight

Tony didn’t expect anyone at the Avengers doorstep anytime soon. So, when an elderly woman sat in one of the empty conference rooms, it stunned him.

“You’re Howard Stark’s kid, right?” she asks as he steps inside the conference room.

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akutagawahakuryuunosuke  asked:

Is the drabble request is still open? 19 + 94 please for Kyungsoo thx

You’ve grown accustomed to few, strange things in the past few months. And considering your boyfriend was a resident demon, you were surprised you could remember to keep up with everything.

You’d successfully learned to deal with most of what that entailed: sudden appearances and disappearances, the occasional summoning circle on the living room floor, not to mention having to clear out the entire salt supply from your pantry.


You were in his debt. And he was in yours.

He saved your life. You gave him part of his humanity back.

You were on your way back from work when it happened. Crossing the river bridge on the way home past midnight with not a single soul in sight on the road led you to relax at the wheel.

It was the worst mistake of your life, as well as your last.

In less time than you could blink, an eighteen-wheeler had inadvertently blown a tire, causing extensive skidding that a sharp turn of the wheel only made worse. You didn’t have time to react. You didn’t even have time to pray. Before you knew it, you were weightless as your car began to free fall off of the river bridge.

The initial impact of the car colliding with the water line immediately caused you to black out, and that’s when you met him.

Kyungsoo appeared to you within your subconscious while you blacked out, car continuing to sink into the unreachable abyss.

You remember seeing his face. His doe-like eyes calmed you within your dream.

“My my,” His deep voice made you shudder. “Such a waste.”

All you could see was his face surrounded with darkness.

Please… Don’t let me die.

“And just why would I do that?” The low tone resounded across your subconscious.

You… You can hear me?

“I wouldn’t be stuck in your mind if I couldn’t, sweetheart.” His sarcastic tone made you feel uneasy.

What- How- Where did you-… Is there any way you can help me?

“You just made me lose my prey, human.” The voice sneered bitterly. “I think I might just enjoy watching you drown yourself, with the police never being able to find your body in the depths below.”

If you aren’t going to help me… What are you doing talking to me inside my mind?

“Entertaining myself.”

You’re Satan.

“Please, sweetheart, give me a little credit here,” The baritone voice deepened as he chuckled. “The Big Man himself is a little tied up right now, so I just do the dirty work in my spare time.”

So… You’re a demon.

“Give the girl a prize,” The sarcasm returned.

If-… If you won’t save me… Can I please just ask that you make sure my sister is alright?

“And what would give me any incentive to do that?”

There must be some part of you that is respectable. Some part of you that values decency. Some humanity.

There was a long silence. You took the moment of absence to wonder how much time had actually been passing, and whether or not any of this was actually happening to you.

“Humanity, huh?” The demon broke the silence. “Now that’s something I haven’t heard in a long time.”

Please, she’s in the hospital just across the bridge, she has clinical insomnia and PTSD from when we were younger. If I’m not there to support her-

“Relax, human.” You heard the demon take a long, deep breath. “It means making a contract.”

I’ll do anything I can if you just make sure she’ll be alright, please-

“Do you even know what that means?” He growled.

I’ll do it, I’ll do anything you want.

There was a soft hiss and a deep, throaty chuckle. “Say my name, and the contract will be complete.”

Although he never told you his name, there was a ghostly chorus of whispers that echoed in the recesses of your mind. Repeating two syllables over and over to you.


There was an eerie, almost unbearable pause that felt like an eternity as you waited for a response.

And waited.

And waited.

“You’ve made your decision then, human.” The tone reappeared suddenly and deepened, then began to soften and fade away from your subconscious.

“I hope you’re prepared to deal with the consequences.”

You lept up from bed, clutching the sheets tightly against your chest and gasping for air. Heavy amounts of sweat made the thin material of your tank top and shorts cling uncomfortably to your skin.

You heard the thumping of rushed footsteps outside the door, followed by it being swung open.

“(y/n)?! (y/n) are you okay?” Kyungsoo darted across the room and gingerly sat down next to you on the bed.

You could only nod, still gasping for air.

You looked up at him. His big, brown eyes sparking with the blue moonlight that scattered across the room through the windows. His hair had been done up and swept to the side, as it always has been. He always looked the same, including his attire of formal black dress slacks and a dress shirt and tie.

“Words, (y/n), I need words.” Kyungsoo looked into your eyes with care and concern, studying you analytically.

“I just-” You let out a dry cough. “I just had a bad dream again.”

“Was it the same one?” Kyungsoo placed his hand delicately at the small of your back, reassuring you. “The one where we first met?”

You nodded, trembling in cold sweat.

He pulled you into his arms, the inhuman freezing body temperature of his cooling and relaxing your nervous system.

“That was a long time ago, alright? Remember?” He pulled back to brush the hair out of your face.

You sent him a weak smile. “Now I just have to put up with my demonic boyfriend day-to-day, who, by the way, made me sign a contract just to teach him more about humanity.”

He scoffed and looked down at the bed, smiling.

“Seriously!” You weakly shoved him in playful spirit. “What kind of demon are you? No soul-stealing, no eternal servitude, no human barbecue, nothing!”

Kyungsoo huffed and grunted. “I like to think of myself as more mature and dignified than that.”

You leaned forward and landed a quick kiss on his lips to silence him.

He looked at you with a worrisome expression. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

You nodded, leaning forward to wrap your arms around him in a tender hug.

“If I didn’t know any better, Kyungsoo,” You mumbled against his shirt before looking up at him with affectionate, grateful eyes.

“I’d say you were my guardian angel.”

Originally posted by sehuntiful

Soooooooooooooo this went places. Weird places. I apologize if this went to some too weird places. Also writing this at 1am after studying for 8 hours so spell-check was a luxury I am too sleep-deprived to obtain and utilize at this moment. IM ALSO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG OML but I hope it was worth the wait?? From here on out I’ll be on a mini-hiatus due to exams so please be patient while i go walk off a cliff. Demon!Soo just seemed so adorable and sexy at the same time so I went with it~ Hope it was okay!!


Heartbreaking Silence pt. 2 [J-Hope Angst]

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

“There’s no love without pain.” - Irving Stone

Part 1

How was it possible to fuck up something so important to himself? Someone who he loved and someone he knew cared for him more than anyone else. How was it possible for him to think that you would stay after all this pain he had given you?

Hoseok poured another glass of wine, like he had done more than hundreds of times, before taking a full shot. It burned all the way down to his inner organs. But nothing hurt more than the pain that was still right there above his slowly beating and breaking heart.

He knew how much he had hurt you, he had always known it. Those looks on your face and your eyes told him eveything. Everytime he left you or just came home and avoided you. All those time, it was because of him being a coward, an idiot. Hoseok didn’t know why he became like that. Perhaps it was because of how much he loved you. Perhaps it was because of how many time you had made his heart squeeze because of your lovely way to show him how much you loved him. Whatever it was, he was afraid of losing it, losing you.

But doing this had made you leaving him. What was he thinking? That the truth of him cheating would be forgotten and forgiven once you’ve known about it? Did he really think that your love for him was unlimited, that nothing could break the love you had for him?

Pouring another glass before gulping the burning liquid down and stared right into the wall was his daily routine. What should he do with his lifeless life now, without you? Without the one he truely loves. Hoseok didn’t even know the reason why he was drinking. They said that alcohol will make you forget but for him, it only reminded him of you. You and your burning love for him.

You were the music in his life. The light to brighten his darkness. The happiness in his cold heart. The lucky pill to his life and the only love of his life. But he had lost you and he couldn’t take you back because he had no idea what to do and where to start. His life was dark and there was now a big black sky everywhere he went, without you.

“You really have fucked up big this time Hoseok.” Namjoon told him. It was the truth, even if neither of them wanted it to be. Namjoon was the one who had known all these problems from the very first beginning. He had known about Hoseok’s sudden coldness towards Y/N.

“Even if your like a brother to me, Y/N really didn’t deserve all this shit you’ve put her through.” He continued, making Yoongi and Jin nod in agreement.

“She was like an angel in your dark world. I know you loved her, but I honestly doubt about your love for her during all these years. I don’t understand why the fuck you would do such things to her if you loved her,” Namjoon was getting angry. You had been like a little sister to him. He was the one you had talked to the most everytime you felt lonely and even if younever told him how you really felt and what was bothering you, he already knew. Now that it was all over, Namjoon felt bad for not telling you sooner. He felt bad for not telling you since day one, because he had known about it but he didn’t want to hurt you with the truth. He knew how much you loved Hoseok.

“I’m sorry…”

“You’re sorry? Then answer me, Jung Hoseok!” He grabbed Hoseok by his shirt and dragged his drunken self up on his feet. “Why the fuck did you let her go?! Huh? Fucking answer me!” Namjoon yelled, his eyes darkening. Hoseok’s tired and teary eyes stared at Namjoon. He didn’t know. He really didn’t know the answer.

“Namjoon, calm down, give the guy some time.” Jin tried to step between them but Namjoon only tightened his grip on Hoseok. “Give him some time? I have given him years to prove that I was wrong about him and his actions to Y/N. He doesn’t deserve more time.”

“You listen here. You have two choices. One, you’re going the fuck after her and try to fix things and that’s now. Or two, you let her go and don’t ever think that I will have respect for you or think that she will ever love you again. It’s your fucking choice.” Namjoon said before pushing Hoseok away, his back meeting the wall.

You sighed at the sight in front of you. You had tried to busy yourself with cleaning your old room that you now had moved back into. But the thought of him was still glued in your head. You couldn’t get rid of the fact that you still missed him even if you wanted to hate him and what he had done to you. Deep down, you still cared and you still wanted to run back into his arms.

But it had been weeks since you saw him and he never once tried to contact you. You were starting to realize that letting go of the past was the best decision to do. Maybe then, you could breathe out and don’t feel the pain following after. Because letting go would make you forget. You would be able to go on with your life, the life you had before you met him. The life you had before he came in and made your life a roller coster.

You heard a few knocks on your door and stood up to open the door. “Ji Soo? What are you doing here? I thought you were going back to America,” you said surprised by the sudden visit of your childhood friend. He gave you a smile that showed you his dimples before opening his arms for you. “What about a hug first?” Ji Soo asked, making you chuckle at his childish act before wrapping your arms around his broad body to hug him tightly.

“I wanted to stay because I got to know about you and him. Are you feeling okay?” Ji Soo asked, quietly. You didn’t know when or how, but you felt something wet rolling down your face. It was tears. You were surprised, you thought that you were over the crying by now. But the truth you had been avoiding your own emotions and health. It wasbecause of how much presure you’ve had to control your emotions and your pain and to hide them from your family.

“I’m not, Ji Soo, it hurts… It hurts to know that it’s over and that all this time, I’ve been a fool for loving someone who doesn’t love me back.” You told him truthfully with heavy tears rolling down your cheeks.

“I know, but trust me, everything will be fine. You will be fine and I’ll make sure of it.” He whispered and kissed the top of your head.

You knew you shouldn’t show him your weakest side. You knew that Jisoo saw you as more as a friend but unfortunately, you didn’t have the same feelings for him. You hated the fact that you were leading him on to something that would never happen and that was because of the person that was on your mind, constantly.


Your name left his mouth before he even knew it. The sight of you pressed against somebody else’s body in a comforting hug made his blood boil although he didn’t have the right to feel that way, at all. Was this the feeling you were feeling when you saw him that night, only hundred times worse? Did you hurt like how he was feeling at that moment? Did it feel like your heart was being ripped away like his was at that moment?

Ji Soo was the one who made the first move. He let go of you carefully before pressing a kiss on your forehead and then turning around. His long legs took him to Hoseok in just two seconds and then the first punch landed on Hoseoks face. “How dare you show up after all you’ve done, huh?! Isn’t hurting her this much enough?!” Jisoo yelled and dragged Hoseok up on his feet.

“Let go of me.” Hoseok told him, tired and careless. His eyes were still glued on you and the confused and painful look on your face. “You have no right to fucking tell me what to do!” Ji Soo threw another punch but this time a lot harder.

“STOP!” You yelled at them and rushed to Hoseok’s side where he was laying on the cold floor holding the side of his jaw. His nose was bleeding and you didn’t know if it was broken or not and so was his mouth. It was so much blood coming out of his mouth. “Why did you let him punch you like this? Are you stupid?!” Hoseok gave you a small smile and placed a hand on your cheek to wipe away your tears.

“The pain I’m feeling right now is nothing compared to what I’ve put you through. It’s nothing compared to the painful looks you’ve given me and I’m sorry Y/N.” Hoseok told you. You stared down at him, shocked by what he had just said. “Y/N, I know I should let you go, let you be happy for once and I know that it’s too late to beg for forgiveness…” Hoseok started and you could feel his hand shaking against your wet cheek.

“But I’m a selfish bastard. I’m an idiot who’s helplessly in love with you,”

“So, please forgive me and take me back,”

“Because it hurts to be away from you,”

“And I miss you so, so much,”

“Y/N, I love you, more than anything.”



I wasn’t sure how I wanted this to end, so I left it there. It would feel a little to easy if Y/N forgave him right away and I didn’t have the heart for them to break up, for good. But I’m pretty satisfied with how it turned out, I hope you guys likes it as well. Please let me know what you thought about it!

I have some good ideas for my upcoming one shots but I’m not sure how to write it, hopefully, my brain will start working soon and I won’t have to have another semi-hiatus because of writers block.

I hope you guys are doing great and that you liked part 2 of Heartbreaking Silence!

Please give it hearts if you did!

love ~

anonymous asked:

The rfa boys coming home one day and finding mc with a kid that looks just like mc and freaking out, but it's actually like a niece or baby cousin?

Pfft- I laughed a bit at this one!


  • Walking home from the store
  • Was about to make his wife a romantic dinner
  • He was pretty sure he pissed himself when he saw this kid
  • He was planning on making dinner and then he sees this child in his home next to the love of his life
  • Totally killed his mood
  • He doesn’t even know who this kid is??
  • Where’s their parents??
  • and then he notices how similar they look
  • and then he freaks
  • “MC???!! YOU HAVE A CLONE???”
  • freaks when the kid doesn’t know who they are
  • When MC explains the situation, he laughs it off like it never happened
  • “Hm? Who did what? I don’t remeber..”
  • Though he plays games all day, he’s actually really good with kids
  • Shows them pictures of Rika and his old dog
  • Makes some healthy snacks for them (sneaks in a few bits of his leftover bungeoppang to satisfy the child’s needs)
  • He loves how cute they look (”Well they look just like you- so duH they’re gonna be cute!”)
  • They went around for a walk and when Yoosung saw these teens talking to them
  • hoo boy
  • protective yoosung activated
  • ended with the child on his shoulders as they made their way home
  • It’s around dinner time when he notices how happy MC is
  • Its after this they talk about how much they want a kid of their own
  • hands up for protective dad yoosung


  • He was walking through the door when he got back from practice 
  • He’s tired
  • He did so many scenes today his voice felt like sand paper
  • and then he sees is MC holding the kid’s hand
  • he just- faints
  • he can’t even deal
  • A little while later he wakes up to a small MC in his lap
  • They’re so concerned it hurts and he swears he feels his heart drop to his stomach
  • MC comes back into the room with some water and food and explains to Zen who the kid was
  • Says they were visiting from home and that their aunt and uncle were going out and buying things for the holidays
  • Zen takes a second to process this before he turns to the child once more
  • and oh boy do they flip out
  • Zen could actually see the stars in their eyes
  • “I’ve seen all of your DVD’s!! Your so amazing!! I can’t believe my aunt is dating someone so famous! Can you do something?”
  • They spend most of the night doing their best impressions of Zen’s roles and telling funny jokes in accents
  • The kid loves to play with Zen’s hair and at the end of the night his hair is filled with clips and braided 
  • Zen says some things not so PG 
  • But don’t worry MC punches him in the arm enough times for it to bruise
  • The end of the day MC has to pull Zen and the kid apart
  • Zen doesn’t want to let them go
  • He still has so many pictures to take with them (MC: YoU’VE TAKEN MORE THAN 200 PICTURES ALREADY THAT IS ENOUgH-)
  • A couple days after they meet they come back to say goodbye
  • Zen cries manly tears
  • He can’t let go
  • MC has to pull him away so that the kid can leave 
  • He sighs as he watches their car drive away, the kid waving goodbye through the glass of the window.
  • When he looks down to see MC’s smile, however,
  • He still has MC.
  • That’s more than enough


  • He’s getting back from a meeting when he hears his phone go off
  • MC has sent him 54 pictures of her look-alike
  • He doesn’t mind but the smile that is brought to his face is enough to make Jaehee uncomfortable
  • MC had told him before about her relatives, especially about this youngster
  • What did surprise him though was the mess 
  • What did make him upset was the fact that Elizabeth the 3rd had lipstick in her fur
  • How did this child manage to get it in her thick coat??
  • A long while’s worth of lecturing to both the kid and MC, but in the end he sighed and dropped the topic
  • The kid explained to Jumin “I just wanted to make her look nice for the occasion!” Which leads to “You should join our tea party!”
  • So there he is
  • Sitting in a small chair, holding an empty tea cup with “imaginary” cookies
  • He doesn’t really understand, but he tries
  • He smiles at the young one’s antics and jokes.
  • He allows his head chef to bake some cookies for the three of them so they can actually have something to eat
  • He smiles as the younger kid goes on and on 
  • The simularities of MC and this child are obvious to him
  • All of those thoughts are gone when the kid brings up the fact that they have four cats
  • Four.
  • They go on about different breeds for hours, MC even bringing up the fact that she once had a cat named Kissy who would lounge around all day
  • Jumin and the child spend some time together cleaning Elizabeth’s fur to white
  • When its time to go, Jumin puts some of the cookies they had left over into a plastic container for them.
  • He even gives them a little blanket so they aren’t cold when they walk outside.
  • He smiles gently as he takes MC’s hand and leads them back inside.
  • He enjoyed the young ones company, yes, but he much rather have MC snuggled up next to him any time

Seven (Luciel)

  • “Luciel nO.”
  • “LUCIEL Y E S.”
  • The night was quiet at first, Seven quietly sleeping on the couch in his living room.
  • And then he felt pulling on his hair
  • Not by the usual cold hands of Mrs. Vanderwood, but rather small hands
  • A child’s delicate touch.
  • Wait.
  • A child.
  • In his house.
  • That has him up in no time.
  • He’s picking up this child, running around trying to find something that might have caused this
  • and then MC walks in
  • and he stops
  • He looks at the kid.
  • He looks back at you.
  • And now here we are.
  • Seven has picked up the kid by now, running around the house with them on his shoulders.
  • Hes just so happy you don’t even understand
  • He puts them down after a while, only to grab their hand and pull them into a warm hug.
  • The little giggles killed him
  • They were so pure
  • So blessed
  • “MC I’m gonna cry oh my god they’re so cute I can’t MC you don’t understand I c a n t.”
  • He spams the RFA chat with pictures
  • He does their hair
  • He even does their makeup for them
  • Much to MC’s displeasure, he makes more than enough dad jokes 
  • He’s just so happy
  • He’s always been good with kids and now that he’s technically relatives with one it has him crying
  • Bless his beautiful wife
  • Amen god amen
  • He almost sobs right then and there when the child infront of him makes a pun
  • He lets them play with his robo-cat, watches them run around as he does some work (”Duty calls, MC..”)
  • When their parents come to pick them up, he goes on to them about how wonderful their kid is and that they hope to see them again some time.
  • When they both go back inside, Seven has an evil glint in his liquid gold eyes
  • MC knows what hes thinking.
  • “LuciellLL NOW?”
  • “Mhmm~?”
  • “Don’t even think about it-”
  • “Think about what?” enter fake gasp here “Are you thinking of naughty things, MC?”
  • “W- wha? No!”
  • “Hmm..You know- naughty behaving people deserved to be punished~”
  • MC didn’t go to sleep early that night.

Thank you all for reading! I hope this was somewhat decent..

I really tried- seeing how it was my first post on here! (Hooray~)

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*** Hope you guys like it 😘 Im a little rusty after this hiatus that happened. Anyways, you being a badass, blood, violence, death and all of the above making Happy horny are in this one so there’s your warning. ***

“So here’s how this is gonna go down. You’re gonna be a good girl and do as you’re told. You follow directions and we won’t hurt you. Got it?” The Nord smiled and nodded at you but it slowly fell as you laughed in his face, your eyebrows arched as you looked at him. “You want me to be a good girl? Why the fuck would I do anything you want?” The mans face couldn’t hide his anger and he stood back up straight from his leaning position.

“It would be advised that you watch you mouth and just do as you’re told.” You snorted and the sound angered him further, his hand reaching out and smacking against your cheek. As the taste of blood spread in your mouth, you kept your head down, feigning submission. “That’s more like it. See, things are much easier when you don’t try to play tough. Now I’ll be back in a minute and you can call your pimp, let him know what’s going on.” You nodded gently and he walked away, leaving you in the room by yourself. As soon as he was gone, you looked back up and blew out a breath, working at loosening your ties again as you spoke to yourself, shocked at how stupid he was to call Happy your pimp. You’d kill him first.

You worked your hands around, ignoring the burning on your wrists as the rope rubbed you raw. You’d slowly been working to loosen the bindings from the moment you’d gotten here. Whoever had tied you up clearly hadn’t been a boy scout though because the knot was already nearly loose enough for you to pull your hands out. These Nords had taken you when you were putting groceries in your car, no one else in the deserted parking lot. They’d knocked you out and brought you to what looked just like a regular house. No warehouse, no basement. It was just you tied up in the middle of the living room in some country style home.

The rope was slowly becoming looser and you were rushing now, hoping that you’d be able to get them nearly undone by the time he was back. No doubt, after you’d spoken to Hap, he would take the phone back and say something himself. He’d be distracted and you could definitely use that to your advantage. You just needed to get your hands free. You could hear footsteps approaching and you hurriedly tugged on your restraints, the rope barely securing you know. Your hand slipped through just as he walked back into the living room, your cell in hand. You quickly wiped the look of determination off your face and replaced it with the mask of a scared damsel in distress.

“What’s he under in your phone?” You looked down at your lap, trying to hide your smirk from him. “Killer.” He laughed condescendingly and you could tell he’d bought your little show of embarrassment. “Big bad man like him with a sweet little girl like you. I’ll never understand it.” With a shrugged he scrolled down, found Happy and dialed, bringing the phone to your ear. It rang twice before Hap answered, his tone less than happy.

“Where are you? What’s going on?” His questions didn’t really sound like questions but he did sound worried and you smiled lightly. “I’m ok baby. Some Nords took me, I’m tied up in some house. They say they want to work out a deal with you and the club. Something about meth and crank.” The Nord pulled the phone away from you and put it up to his ear and began talking to Happy but you weren’t listening to him, you were too busy slipping your other hand through the knot and standing suddenly, throwing all your weight into him and taking him down. The phone clattered out of his hand as he fell and you reached out, grabbing the metal figurine from the coffee table that you had spotted earlier.

He gasped as you brought the heavy statue down, bludgeoning him with it. It didn’t take long for him to go still but you smashed the statue down a couple more times for good measure before standing and wiping at the splatters of blood on your face. Leaning down you pulled the gun from his waist and picked up your cracked phone, Happy’s voice silent, a stark contrast from his yelling when he’d first heard the commotion. “Baby?”

He stayed quiet for a moment more and you wondered if it was your phone just not working, but then you heard the smirk in his voice. “Did you just kill him?” You laughed and nodded, looking down at the body with an unrecognizable face. “Can you believe he called you my pimp?” This time it was your Old Man’s turn to laugh. “I bet you showed him.” “Shut up. Just hurry up and get here while I finish this shit.” You hung up the phone just as the other 2 Nords walked in, shock on their faces as they saw the body on the floor and the barrel of his Baretta aiming at them, knowing they’d picked up the wrong girl.


“So what, you just beat him to death?” You rolled your eyes and nodded at Jax, running the brush through your wet hair. You’d taken a shower as soon as you’d gotten home, dried blood all over you. Hap and the guys had been after you the whole time once they picked you up, checking to make sure you were ok and trying to get the details. Once you’d given them all the info, then they just wanted to know how you managed to escape from that type of situation by yourself and do that much damage. They’d seen the bodies. You just shrugged and threw a wink Happy’s way. “What can I say? I learned from the best.”

You smiled at the proud look on your Old Mans face as he watched you from afar before looking to his brothers. “How about you guys head out, give her some time to rest.” The boys nodded, some of them smirking as they caught the hint and left. Happy stood as soon as they were out and made his way over to you, not even bothering to lock the front door behind them.

“You really fucked those guys up babe. You always look hot but today with that blood on you,” He didn’t finish his sentence as he growled and crushed his lips to yours, walking you backwards into the bedroom. He roughly pulled the robe from your body, leaving you naked and pushed you back on the bed, kneeling as his hands grasped your calves and brought your legs over his shoulders. He kissed around your thighs and you let your eyes slip closed, relaxing against the mattress. “I wish I could’ve seen you do it.” You laughed and shook your head as his mouth began to work on you, a low moan leaving your mouth and you smoothed a hand over his head. “Yeah. Maybe next time.”

Dylan O'Brien - Bloodstream

warnings ; none tbh 

 prompt ; in which you and dylan are best friends since birth, and the two of you can no longer fight the feelings that boil in your bloodstreams. 

 a/n ; this is really really shitty due to the fact that this is my first piece of writing after a 3 month hiatus so iM REALLY SORRY IF ITS CRAP

 ∆ Bloodstream - Stateless ∆ 

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STARSHINEY is a well-known LOLOL player. They make insane plays that can save even the worst of games and have been in the “Top Ten” of the world ever since it’s release. Why do you know this?

… because you are STARSHINEY.

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Sometimes, you wish you’d never downloaded this stupid app. Or that you’d never opened that stupid door, to a stupid apartment, because of some stupid words from a stupid stranger. Maybe it’s not obvious enough, but this entire situation? Is so damn stupid.

You tap your fingers on the wooden surface of the desk, mindlessly comparing the sound to the louder knock that had come from banging your head against it this morning. You were getting a bit… restless, or fidgety, to say the least. But it wasn’t your fault! V and Seven were the ones who had said you couldn’t touch the computer. Which sucked. Majorly. You miss playing games. You prefer the feel of a keyboard under your fingers than just the smooth screen of your phone.

Perhaps you should’ve invested in a gaming laptop, then you could at least do something while sitting around in this apartment. But no – no, you had to build a nice PC. Which you couldn’t take with you into here because it was too heavy and too fancy.

At least you have your headphones with you. Sometimes, you put them on and sit there in isolated silence, remembering late nights and a glowing screen. Your fingers would twitch into position from pure muscle memory, you’d go for that kill, and then you’d wake up because your hand fell through a mouse that wasn’t there.

They call it an addiction to LOLOL. You prefer “passion for a hobby”. Sounds less crazy.

Your only relief from your unwanted gaming hiatus is the blonde boy in the chatroom who texts you frequently about the game, ever since he found out you play too. It’s kind of funny actually.

He loves to talk about his gaming idol, how talented they are and how amazing their plays are. You had been flustered the first time he brought it up because, well, the awesome “STARSHINEY” he keeps talking on and on about was you. You had always wondered what people thought about you, and honestly, it was kind of flattering. So you never really… told him…

DING! Speak of the devil, and it shall appear. Not that Yoo… Yoosang? Yoosmug? Not that he is a devil, or anything; in fact he seems rather sweet. Kind of like a puppy. You wonder what he’s like when he’s gaming, if he ever gets salty at a bad game like you do.

>> Bad news!! Really, really bad news!! Q = Q ;;

You blink at your screen. Oh, it’s Yoosung. That was his name. He’s always so excited when he comes into the chatroom and makes his life out to be rather dramatic. It’s kind of amusing. And cute.

did you find out you’re pregnant?! o – o;

>> E-eh?!

He sends a flustered sticker, and as you look at the cute animated sticker, you pout.  You want one of those too. It’s not like Seven doesn’t know your face already, but it’s kind of funny keeping it a secret. You push the thoughts aside and instead focus on how cute Yoosung is – you can practically hear the squeak of his voice. Since when did you think he was cute? … not that he isn’t.

>> No! Nobody’s pregnant. Besides, I haven’t even had…

>> Nevermind!!! I’m higher rank on world chart…

You stare, confused, as your laughter from earlier finally dies down.

congratulations??  how is that bad news?

You remember always being excited whenever you saw your username jump up a spot. It was kind of satisfying to see that you were better than others. Ah… You want to play LOLOL so badly…

>> Because STARSHINEY hasn’t logged on in a while… They lost their spot…

You nearly drop your phone. No, no, that wouldn’t be bad enough. You nearly fling it across the damn apartment with anger. Your spot! You had worked so hard to get to the top ten ranking of the world, and now it was gone?! You clench your teeth and poise your thumbs, ready to write out an angry lashing rant about how unfair it was, but a loud PING! stops you from immediate action.

>> … I’m worried…

A sigh escapes your lips and you nestle further into the comfy office chair. Oddly enough, you’re not surprised that Yoosung would be worried. That’s just his style.

don’t be… im sure she’ll be back soon!! 

You don’t really know why, but you worry that if he finds out it’s you… that he’ll change. You don’t want that. You like being some nobody, you like people wanting to know about you beyond your gaming skills. You like the way he talks with you.

>> She??

Whoops. You hold back a cringe, even though nobody’s in the apartment with you.

typo typo!! my fingers slipped~ 

Just writing it makes your heart sink. Sure, you didn’t really want anybody to connect the dots between you and STARSHINEY, but it still sucks that everybody assumes you’re a boy. Sometimes, you want to shout to the world and shove it in everybody’s faces that you’re a hella cool girl. A hella cool gamer girl… Never mind. You take it back. You don’t want to be called that anymore.

He sends another sticker, this time of him in a gloomy corner. A smile plays at your lips.

>> What do I doooooo? I don’t want to rank like this!!

You snort. The empty apartment bounces your snort back at you. You feel kind of lonely in this pretty little flat. Surely your skills are getting rusty too - maybe you should go home this weekend? Ignore RFA for a while and just go back to a sense of normality….

if you get high enough rank maybe STARSHINEY will notice you?

You’ve already noticed Yoosung. How can you not? … well, okay. You don’t know his LOLOL username, but you’re sure you’ll find out soon enough.

>> … OMG!! Do you think if we invite STARSHINEY he’ll come to the party?

Thank god you weren’t drinking anything, or you would have spit it out. Or choked on it, maybe even to death. You stare incredulously at the screen for a moment before, in evil Seven fashion, a grin splits across your face. Honestly, Yoosung made it too easy to mess with him…

huh. maybe! tell them to email me.

It feels weird to think about emailing yourself, and inviting yourself to a party… that you’re throwing… but a brief picture of a starry-eyed Yoosung smiling brightly at you appears and you have no time to regret. So be it. You’re being invited to your own damn party.

Timeless (1/2)

just a little something/recap that i wanted to write out after i came back from my hiatus (aka my trip out of the country) ^^

genre: fluff (?) i guess

characters: kim taehyung

word count: 2896 (i didnt edit this one either im so tired rn from jetlag ugh)

“Stars are nice, aren’t they?”

a/n: super super sorry if none of this made any sense (i dont even know why theres two parts smh i could fit them in one scenario tbh) and theres no exact plot but everything i wrote in this was what i had experienced myself, and i thought why not write it down? :) hope its still good enough!

Originally posted by oriondiary

It was the stars that made it the most memorable for you; the distinct, somewhat intoxicating smell of smoke and burning wood, the wet morning grass slick and shiny with dew, the sound of crickets chattering nearly inaudibly against the speakers that played soft tunes the entire night, that stood out in the sea of remembrances of that one trip, the trip that made you fall in love with Kim Taehyung completely – if not more than you already have.

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calli’s fic picks - 12/7/16

It’s midseason finale day! Who’s excited! And who has a nervous pit in her stomach? (this girl) Oh, I think it’s gonna be good. But I’m always at least a little bit on edge until I know the shape of things. I hear Arrow won’t be back till Feb 1 but I’m actually VERY OKAY with that, it means less weeks off during the back half of the season. All the breaks last season really bugged me. LOL! ANYHOW. Let’s get to the fics. 

A Few Stolen Moments by kitchenhoe - did you say season 2 era smut fic with heaps of angst?? SIGN ME UP! There should be more and this is me sitting here, (im)patiently waiting for an update. I love scenarios like this. 

on the edge (of the devil’s backbone) by @entersomethingcleverhere - this one just finished up. I know I rec’d it before but it’s worth saying again: REALLY GOOD FIC. You can tell she put a lot of thought into this, the plot is good and the end makes you sigh. In a good way! 

Heart to Heart by chasethewind - a wonderful post 5x08 Olicity scene… and let’s be honest we need MORE post 5x08 fics. I’m surprised there haven’t been more, flooding Ao3 with their goodness. But this filled a nice gap for me and hopefully it will for you too. 

The Loves of Oliver Queen by Izzyface - another one that is thus far unfinished but I hope the author continues it. It’s a bit of introspection on the loves of Oliver Queen (and how Felicity rises above all others, of course). 

Whatever by smoakenarrow - I would love more to this fic but even if there isn’t, I was delight with what we got. It’s a college AU where Oliver has a crush on Felicity but she assumes he’s only interested in guys, based on his closeness with Dig, Tommy and Barry. 

It’s the Little Things by @pensandarrows - A 5+1 fic about how Billy and Susan realize that there’s more to Oliver and Felicity’s feelings for each other. Actually pretty sweet. No evil love interests! Unheard of. ;) 

Cramped Spaces by Laurabella2930 - This is a delightful little AU where Oliver is a grumpy flight attendant with a crush on a first class passenger (Felicity, obvs). It gets smutty fast but I’m honestly not going to complain. Noooope. 

Luring liberty by @nightkeepyr - As soon as I saw she updated this fic, I think I had a heart attack. I love all of her smutty little tales and what she does with Smoaking Billionaires is just magic. This chapter this week was purely Olicity and purely SMUTTY. Bless it. 

the light that guides his way by CSM - another MUCH needed post 5x08 fic, but far more focused on the importance of Felicity to Oliver’s journey through that alien dreamscape. Simply fantastic. Give it a read. 

Vows by Abbie - Who doesn’t love Fake Marriage? EVERYONE LOVES IT. This one is canon divergent after season 2 and has been an absolutely delightful read. 

That should keep you guys going! I would like to continue with my rec posts during winter hiatus, but I can’t promise much, especially once I start posting my NaNoWriMo fic, “all eyes on you”. That should be in the next week or two. But I will be here, reading fic and trying to keep you guys abreast of the best things I’ve been reading. Never fear, fic reader is here! 😉

I’ve been informed that some random anti is claiming I’m no longer a larrie just because I’m no longer online, so I thought I’d pop in to let everyone know that I’m larry af til the day I die. There isn’t a thing in this world that will convince Harry and Louis were never together, and I absolutely still believe they’re together now. This has been a PSA. Just didn’t want to leave anyone unsure where my head’s at. 

That said, this is pretty much absolutely goodbye. I love you guys lots, and I won’t delete my blog, and hell, maybe way down the line I’ll come back on. However, I just don’t see that as likely. I have to say that the tumblr culture is just not something I can see myself wanting to be a part of again.

A part of me is screaming not to post this. Just to leave it be and let my blog sit stagnant, leave me with the potential to come back one day like nothing ever happened and explain away my absence as “life got busy” - but a bigger part of me feels that that’s just not right. This blog has been such a big chapter of my life, I cannot leave it open ended. I won’t.

There are certainly many great people online, from my followers to my friends, who I am so grateful to have gotten to chat with and know. But, in recent months this environment as a whole has become very toxic to me. I’ve seen so many people who are unwilling to listen to any opinion but that of the majority, and moreso, they persecute those who think differently. I’ve seen friends of mine be cut down by people they thought they were close with, all because they weren’t falling in line with the main reasoning people had to explain things like babygate. I’ve seen people I considered to be my friends throw away that friendship on a dime. 

I urge everyone to remember that listening to an opinion you do not agree with is not a bad thing. Being friends with someone who doesn’t believe the same things as you is not a bad thing. If you put aside your difference of belief you can learn and grow from each other. If you surround yourself with only people who parrot what you say, or vice versa, then it is incredibly difficult to expand on your beliefs or arguments. I say this to larries and antis alike, plus anyone who falls in between. The fandom divisions have got to stop. It does no one any good.

Beyond that, I think everyone should carefully consider the implications of babygate debunking. Do I think there’s a baby? Fuck if I know. Some days I lean to yes, other days I lean to no. I have heard that Freddie was added to the California census, and that shit isn’t easily faked. I saw the posts comparing pics of him to a doll, which seems somewhat compelling, and at the same time not near compelling enough considering baby faces are generally rather similar to me. My point remains though, that none of us can say with absolute certainty that there isn’t a child’s life here. As such, I think it’s straight up wrong to continue to make posts about Freddie being fake. We just don’t know. If you believe absolutely that he is not real then there is no harm in refraining from making anymore posts on the topic until the denial. This is the most effective way of minimizing the pain we may cause if it turns out there IS a real baby.

Please do not take this post to be accusatory, or to be self-righteous. I in no way hold myself apart from this community. I do not claim to have been removed from the two issues I’ve taken with fandom that are outlined above. I just would like my final post on here to be honest. This is how I feel. Leaving here I feel bittersweet about everything. I love y’all to death, but I can’t pretend to be full of nothing but good partings in the wake of some of the stuff I’ve witnessed.

Other parting notes: Yes I think Briana and the family are horrible. Yes I still think Louis and Harry are together. No I don’t think Louis and Harry ever broke up or cheated on each other. Yes I think Harry is going to have a solo album. Yes I think 1D will come back from their hiatus. No I don’t think Zayn and 1D hate each other. Yes I love Zayn. Yes I love OT4. Yes I love OT5. Yes I am happy to have gotten to interact with all you guys. Yes I will miss you. Yes I love you guys. Yes, all of you guys, even the ones I ended on bad terms with. No I’m not tearing up right now. Okay, yes I am tearing up right now.

And to quote 1D: “We had some good times didn’t we? We wore our hearts out on our sleeves. Goodbyes are bittersweet, but it’s not the end.”

Always in my heart, Larry and Larries. Yours sincerely, Jay.

The Choice

this went in a bit of a different direction im sorry but dang baby kook starting drama
-Admin A

Originally posted by pangguk

Jungkook unlocked the door to the apartment as quietly as he could manage, wincing as the door creaked. The apartment was dark but Jungkook knew his way through and around the furniture without turning on the light, without stubbing his toes. His mind was plagued by questions, regrets, indecision and he wanted nothing more than to go back and stop himself from fucking everything up but here he was, stumbling home at 11pm after having his ass chewed out by his boss. The CEO’s words rung in his head, rattling around like tiny metal balls and guilt played havoc with the nerves in his stomach.


“Do you even know what you have done?” the CEO hissed, his eyes staring daggers at Jungkook and all he could seem to think was yes, because Jungkook did know what he’d done. The whole time he pursued her Jungkook knew he was going to stir up trouble within the company but he hadn’t expected this; for the stories, the fights, the need for the CEO to step in and sort out Jungkook’s mess.

“Yes, sir,” Jungkook replied, nodding towards his boss.

“No, I don’t think you fully realise,” the CEO snapped, jerking his head to the door behind Jungkook, “Just how much your actions have affected everyone around you,”

Jungkook turned to see his manager step through the door, his blackened eye looked painful and stood out in contrast against his skin. Regret flooded through him and a knot twisted in his stomach as the expression on his manager’s face. They were friends, not 2 days ago, they were joking around with the rest of the group, filming their dance practice but now he looked at Jungkook like he was nothing to him.

“He’s handed in his resignation,” the CEO said calmly and Jungkook turned his attention back to his boss, “Even though he had every opportunity to take you down with him he didn’t. He chose BTS over your stupid actions and I want you to think about that,”

“Yes, sir,”

“I want you to think about everything you, the guys, have worked towards over the years, given up for the group,” he said calmly, shaking his head, “I want you to think about her, your manager, and I want you to make a decision,”

Jungkook’s eyes widened at the thought, make a decision? Jungkook wasn’t ready for this, he hadn’t meant for any of this and he just wanted it to stop, he wanted his friends to talk to him again.

“You need to make a choice, Jungkook. BTS or her,”


Jungkook hurriedly downed some water and painkillers before padding down the hall, tossing his shirt into the laundry basket. They had done so well, worked hard to move from their tiny one bedroom apartment to this one where all seven of them aren’t cramped into the one, tiny room packed with beds. Now they’re split between three bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room and it was so so much better, not just because of the space but because they did it together, as a group, as a family.

And Jungkook had put that at risk.

He slipped into one of the bedrooms and slid into bed beside Jimin, curling up at his back. Jungkook knew Jimin was the least likely to reject him and he felt bad for manipulating him but as soon as Jimin turned around, his sleepy gaze meeting Jungkook’s, he looked conflicted. Jimin wanted to tell him to leave, to get out of his bed but instead he remained, brushing Jungkook’s fringe away from his eyes. Jungkook knew Jimin had a soft spot for him, but right now Jimin looked at Jungkook with anger, confusion.

“What are you doing?” Jimin whispered his voice hazy with sleep.

“I don’t know,” Jungkook replied.

“Well you need to figure it out,” Jimin hissed, “because we can’t move on until you do,”

With that Jimin sat up, shakily crawling off his bed to join Taehyung in his, leaving Jungkook alone. The worst thing wasn’t his friends being mad at him, they had every right to hate him, after all they had to go on a small hiatus after Jungkook’s actions had come to light and leaked out into social media. They had come to a complete standstill all because Jungkook had fallen in love with someone he couldn’t have, someone he’d pursued anyway.

No, the worst thing was the decision, the mere presence of a choice because Namjoon had been given the choice to go solo but he chose BTS, Jin had the choice to leave the group to act, Taehyung the opportunity for design, Hoseok the opportunity to leave for freelance dance but they all chose BTS. Fuck, even Jimin had the choice to leave the group for his health but he. Chose. BTS!

So why was it so hard for Jungkook to do the same?


“We can’t keep doing this,” Y/N giggled, running her hands over Jungkook’s chest.

“Why not?” Jungkook breathed, grazing his lips over the bare skin of her shoulder. They were tangled together in the dark, the cold hard wooden floor of the practice room raising goose bumps on their skin. They weren’t naked, nowhere near that point but Y/N’s chest was littered with love bites so their meeting wasn’t exactly innocent. They met on holidays, late nights, any time they could without being caught by her boyfriend, Jungkook’s friend and manager.

“I can’t keep hurting him,” she sighed, making no move to push Jungkook off as he sucked at the sensitive spot just below her collarbone, “I’m going to break it off, tell him about us,”

“You can’t do that,” Jungkook said quickly, sitting up and staring down at Y/N with wide eyes, “That’s a very bad idea,”

“And doing this behind everyone’s back isn’t?” she argued, eyes narrowing in anger, “I won’t be your secret,”

“You’re not!” Jungkook defended, “I just… we could get in a lot of trouble for this. M/N, he’s not just my manager, he’s my friend,”

Y/N’s eyes softened and she straightened her shirt, smoothing her hair as she leaned in to press her lips to Jungkook’s forehead. He was young and scared and Y/N knew maybe she shouldn’t be pushing for it, their relationship, because he was younger and so unsure about his future but she couldn’t stop. She loved him, the excitement, and she wasn’t going to let him give up.

“It’s going to come out sooner or later, Jungkook,” Y/N said softly as she headed for the exit, turning back to where Jungkook remained on the floor, “It’ll be better if it comes from us,”


Y/N was right; it did come out, just not from them. Someone had pictures of Y/N leaving the building, followed by pictures of Jungkook leaving the same building at a strange hour. Within hours fans were buzzing, gossiping and freaking out about the pictures and it wasn’t long before the group figured out it wasn’t without truth. Jungkook had been having an affair with their manager’s girlfriend, sneaking around for months and it only took seconds for it to come crashing down.

Jungkook started at the ceiling from Jimin’s bed, listening to his friend’s breathe deeply on the other side of the room. He couldn’t sleep, couldn’t stop thinking about everything, about Y/N and the morning, not two days ago that Jin had given their manager that black eye. Jungkook had never expected that to happen, out of all of the guys to punch someone to protect him, Jungkook would’ve expected it to be Namjoon.


Jungkook stared in horror at the article on the computer, his band-mates standing behind him, arms crossed and silent. He couldn’t believe this was happening, he couldn’t believe he even allowed himself to be put in this position.

“What were you thinking?” Namjoon hissed, his voice dark, “what the fuck were you thinking?!”  

“I love her,” Jungkook said quickly, turning around to defend himself from their judging gaze.

“So does M/N!” Namjoon shouted, “Her boyfriend!”

“We’ve known him for years, Jungkook,” Jin said calmly, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly, “He’s done so much for us and this is how you repay him?!”

“I-” Jungkook started to say but his words were cut off by the door to their apartment being thrown open. The loud bang of the door against the wall shocked everyone and they swore to themselves as M/N stalked into the room, eyes burning with rage. Jin stepped forward, placing a firm hand in his chest and speaking in a low tone.

“I’m so sorry,” Jin said, “We’ll deal with him, I promise,”

“Bullshit,” M/N growled, shoving Jin out of the way and lunging at Jungkook. He grabbed him by the front of his shirt, furious gaze boring into his as he huffed. Jungkook coughed as his manager pressed against his chest, making it hard to breathe. M/N was silent, his anger making it unable for him to speak to Jungkook and the group looked on nervously waiting for him to make a move; and eventually he did. M/N lifted a hand from Jungkook’s shirt, raising it to hit Jungkook but suddenly he was jerked back before it could land.

“Don’t you touch him,” Jin snarled, pushing their manager back towards the door. Jungkook coughed as he sucked in deep breaths, the group closing ranks around him as Jin herded M/N outside the apartment to calm him down.

“You fucked up, Kookie,” Jimin mumbled and it wasn’t long before the group was called in to office, the CEO sitting menacingly in front of them. Jungkook remained silent as Namjoon spoke for him, defending their younger member despite his actions.

“Your fans are in a frenzy,” the CEO sighed, “we can’t send Jungkook out there right now. There’s too much risk at your shows; sales, safety. I can’t let that happen,”

“What do you mean?” Jin asked pensively.

“Either I cancel your schedule until things settle down,” he said, “or I take Jungkook out of the picture for now,”

“We don’t go on with Jungkook,” Namjoon said without hesitation and the group murmured in agreement.

“We’re not BTS if we’re not together,” Hoseok added and the CEO shook his head.

“Guys don-” Jungkook tried to argue but Jin cut him off, glaring at the youngest member.

“Just let us deal with this, please,” he snapped and Jungkook sat back and let him group defend him to their boss

“You could learn something from these guys,” the CEO said to Jungkook, his eyes cold as he gestured for the group to leave his office, “Don’t disappoint me again,”


Jungkook felt like shit, the group was so ready and willing to choose not only BTS but a BTS that included Jungkook. It didn’t matter to them that CEO was only taking him out until things could be sorted out and settled down; a few months at the most but they had no part in it. If they couldn’t promote and perform together then they’d rather wait with Jungkook instead for him.

Sun filtered through the window above Taehyung’s bed and Jungkook stretched, wincing as his muscles ached and bones cracked at the motion. He hadn’t slept a wink, his mind occupied by doubt and drama from the last few days. Jungkook wanted nothing more than to sink into the bed, forget about everything and hang out with the group but he knew he wouldn’t be met with a warm reception. They were mad at him and they had every right to be.

Rolling off the mattress, Jungkook stumbled to his feet. He gathered a new set of clothes on his way out of the room, padding silently through the apartment. He had to leave, sort this out so his friends, brothers, wouldn’t pay for his stupid mistakes.

“Where are you going?” Jin asked, poking his head out of the kitchen, making Jungkook jump in surprise.

“To fix my mistake,” he said and Jin nodded, understanding what he had to do. Jungkook made his way down the street, keeping his head down as he headed towards their practice room. This was their meeting time, their place and Jungkook was sure that she’d turn up, and he was right. Y/N stood in the middle of the practice room, a bag sitting by her feet. She turned towards Jungkook as he entered the room, a grin lighting up her face.

“I knew you’d come,” she smiled, lacing her fingers through Jungkook’s, “I heard BTS has gone on stress leave. Are they kicking you out of the group?”

Jungkook shook his head, sighed as he leaned down to rest his forehead on her shoulder.

“Let’s leave,” she whispered, tangling her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, “let’s run away,”

Jungkook let out a deep breath, standing up straight, his heart racing in his chest. He hated this, the feeling of complete worthlessness inside of his stomach. He wasn’t worth all this drama, the company, the group, M/N and Y/N, they all deserved better than him.

“I’m sorry,” he shook his head and the smiled dropped from Y/N’s face.

“That’s it, then?” she shrugged, “After everything we talked about that’s it? It’s BTS?”

“It’s always been BTS,”  

anonymous asked:

hello i read all your tags on the super long article about the boys and i 100% agree with you bc this sense of "fan entitlement" they're talking about doesn't usually exist with other artists/bands, mostly bc the boys have been marketed since the beginning as these "perfect boys that you want as boyfriends" who will sing about you and do everything for you which has proved to be pretty harmful (i don't think i've made any new points oops im just reiterating the same things lmao)

yeah i totally get you like the whole marketing plan for 1d is to make them these relatable “boys you go to school with” and to make you feel like youre close to them and that you know them and are entitled to their private lives. like this is a fandom where fans literally get rewarded for following the boys and tracking flight info and hotel rooms, like its not a coincidence the same 6 people from london meet 1d over and over and over. and thats just one side of it, as far as putting out albums and touring goes i literally dont see how you can blame fans for that at all?? of course there’s demand for tours and music but its the fault of record companies and management teams for thinking 1d fans are fickle and will get bored if 1d dont do anything for a few months when in reality fans are literally screaming at the boys to take a break. its so unfair to say that “we” ruined the boys and overworked them when all we’re doing is reacting to the situation, like the reason fans expect an album a year is because thats all we’ve ever been given from 1d. if from the start they’d had a slower pace then we would have been accustomed to it just like we are with the fast pace theyre currently working at. like theres this massive disconnect between how 1d fans are perceived and how we actually exist as a group. like every article headline will say shit like “one direction fans DISTRAUGHT and ENRAGED as band announces hiatus” when in reality most of us have been saying 1d needs a break since before otra even got announced. and its the same thing when interviews say things like “the fans want to know what you look for in a girl” or “the fans are dying to know who’s single” like……no we really aren’t, we’re here organising things like the no control project or charity drives or rainbow direction and dying for someone to bring that up in an interview but nobody ever will because it doesnt fit in with the “avid directioner” stereotype that 1d fans are given. there are fans that are fucking wild and swerve in and out of traffic to follow one directions cars and crash nialls brothers wedding and thats fucked up and needs to stop but the reason it is exists in the first place is because 1dhq allowed it to. they created this intense fan/band relationship where its essential for fans to feel as close as possible to the boys because in their minds thats what makes them the most money. one direction are overworked as fuck but thats not the fault of the fans, we didn’t write their contracts or manipulate them into essentially signing their life away. idk why its so easy for the press to say “crazy fans ruined 1d!!!!” yet nobody wants to examine why exactly that might be


Hey guys! Thank you all for being amazing and incredible people- it’s unbelievable how far I’ve gone with this blog, and I know that without you guys supporting me, my blog wouldn’t have been as successful as it is today ^^ So yea, I just want to spend this moment thanking each and every one of my followers (and not just the ones on this list), for being super rad and awesome people ILY GUYSSS B)

I honestly can’t believe it’s been 9 months here already- and I know I’ve been kinda on hiatus recently (with exams and all), but I seriously had to take this chance and thank you guys for being so supportive and fabulous c:

But yea, as much as I want to put every one of my followers on this ff- I can’t- so here are the people I follow, and some special people who is the radest of the rad~ 

First of the first ヾ(@⌒ー⌒@)ノ HOVER FOR MESSAGE!

midforde | ku-ro-ha | semezukas | seiijjuro | shirotans | dontenniwarauu | bakaramen 

You guys are all AMAZING people who’s been with me since the beginning (well, close, at least xD) THANK YOU for the Homotakus for being really really cool, Dimi for being such an active snapchat friend, and Hev+Millie for pretty much influencing me to start an anime tumblr LOL

Those that I once was close with but we lost contact ;-;

nannase | tetsukun | ohtoshiro | mutsukih | makototachibae | rinkakuzryouttas

I’m so so sorry for kinda drifting apart from you guys- I know I’m kinda slow at replying to messages, but please please do forgive me for it QQ you guys are all incredible people though, and I hope y'all know this :3

The blogs I admire ^^(≧∇≦)

0kamii | abesousei | akihitou | asahiisbakamura | bertholdts | canneki | chizusu | dandere | fairytailwitch | hawuka | hayasakas | hharukas | hhiyorin | hiechuos | hitsougaya | kammishiro | kanneki | keiko-chan | kirishimma | mammura | mawaruu | mmatsuokah | nijimurashuuzo | ocarine | ohbirds | oureki | phamtonhiveh | seijjuro | seiikas | senj0ugahara | sexuoh | ssousuke | tachibahna | ulquioras 

These are the people who’s blogs I absolutely adore- I’ve probably stared and drooled at their graphics whenever I see their URL pop up xD Go check out their blogs- it’s worth it! c:

Mutuals ☆〜(ゝ。∂)

aflightlesscrow | akamuras | arakita-chan | arakitaas | ayatohs | bakagamicchii | dreamxdiffer | fallencrows | futtabas | fuyukoi | gyyokuen | hakueis | iwatobixsamezuka | jmihelic | junatheart | k4nade | kaagehinas | kagune | kaijoskopycat | kameatki | kanekii-ken | kanekiz | kanekkiis | kanekx | kazuyya | keep-calm-and-watch-anime | kiryuuiins | kiteflower | kkumotenka | kougaami | kurogamis | kurokocchi-tetsu | kuroo-tetsuroo | kyuubeiz | leluoch | limitlessmonster | mabuch-i | makishimmas | makitozz | makototachibae | maraiya-chan | marionette-30 | midorimah-s | miikorins | mikoshibah | minishiibas | mink-nipple | miraii-yume | miyukisass | mmakotoz | motarous | mutsukih | narumiyas | niishinoya-senpai | nirthlingo | officialhaikyuu | oikawass | onodaaa | pekobuki | ruumina | salujas | sasaaki | seijuurous | serragakis | shiginoh | shikonjewelery | shinkaiihayato | shishiosenseii | shizuuku | shvtoku | slaineh | sousukesdick | suzuyahz | swimmingaomines | tadaomii | takeou | tatsudaiki | toorumutsukii | tsukiymah | tsukki-s | tsumikis | ttoujis | u-ries | usuis | uta-kun | utatokyoghoul | yakumorisuke | yamazakisosukes | yoshiohka | zoldxck | zyphriel

AYYY I just want to thank y'all for lighting up my dash with your presence ^^ a BIG shoutout to shishiosenseii- I think she was my first follower (excluding the people I know xD) and first mutual :3 SO YEA THANK YOU SO SO MUCH TO YOU ALL for simply being there and filling my dash with really pretty posts, memes, messages etc etc etc :3

Last, but not least..... (⌒-⌒; )

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I want to thank YOU! To all my followers who see this, and to all my followers who don’t- you guys literally make tumblr a fun and exciting place. PLEASE fill the gap above with your name, because you definitely deserve it, and its you guys who brought me here now and today :D THANK YOU ONCE MORE for being magnificent and understanding and every other positive adjective you can think of :3 

FORGIVE ME IF THERE ARE ANY TYPOS I’m too lazy to read it through BUT YEA have an extraordinary 2015- you guys all deserve it :D and remember- be cool, stay cool guys B)

HALLA EVERYONE!! i’ve been wanting to make a follow forever for ages now but i’ve been heavily procrastinating of course :) but i finally decided to get on it and here it is!

i’ve had this sideblog for like 2 months now and i’ve met so many awesome people on here who love to scream about this tv show just as much as i do and wow okay its time To Recognize™

i’ve been on tumblr for like 8 years now and today was the first time i opened ps and actually attempted something so sorry its shit but i made this banner and im lowkey proud of it bye suspicious isak is my aesthetic

anyway i wanna start out with a [even voice] BIG FUCKING SHOUTOUT to my love viki @tarjeiandhenrik <3 our anniversary is on new years, we’ve literally only been talking for 22 days but WOW jeg elsker deg, takk for keeping me entertained this whole hiatus (when’s it gonna end tho) and always being my #1 :’) one day me and viki and henrik are gonna settle in our los angeles apartment and we’ll make sure to send you all cute selfies of us xoxo #ot3 #henriki 

now onto everyone!! these are all of my mutuals and you are all my FAVES but those peeps that are my really good friends and/or im secretly madly in love with are bolded :*

(sidenote: so this is a sideblog and if you have ever attempted to make a follow foever for a sideblog then you know the Real Struggle……i’m sure i accidentally left some people out because of it so PLEASE let me know if we’re mutuals or something went wrong, etc [isak voice] i’ll fix it!)

@2016harries @albertodominic @alterskam @bisexualmbane @capstevierogers @cuddlyevak @deepinskam @evakvaltersen @evenbechnaeshiem @evenbechnaesheim @evenbec @evaknaesen @evenvalterson @floresinflore @girlslovefeminists @glossyvirgo @hallaisak @hannadelia @hemrikholm @henrikholmz @httpskam @idontapproveofthismission @isak-evens @isak-valterson @isaksbestpillow @isaksredscarf @jalec @jimon @josteninski @klausbaudeiaire @littlepixietrash @lukassoft @lukeshea @lukswaldenbeck @nooras-saetres @philipqshea @philkasboi @phillips-shea @rheelyglenn @sanaandthesun @sanasevaks @shadowsheas @shameeven @skamered @skamaddicted @skam-addiction @softestisak @soft-tarjei @stayinherewithyou @tarjeiandhenrik @tarjeisandvikmoe @valtersensei

and here are some other blogs that i live to see on my dash!!

@stardefiant @skammmed @evenbechnet @evakskam @dailyhenrikholm @folerdetdufoler @isakkxeven @isakismyson @kjaereisak @westiris @shakerrmakerr @skamz @isakneven @duerdigg @tarjeisandvik


ps. special shoutout to everyone that follows me and puts up with my horrible shitposts :’) elsker deg :*

It’s been one year since I first experienced One Direction

Today marks one year since I first got dragged to a bloody One Direction concert and I wanted to say a few bits, I don’t know what, really, but I had to.

I was looking through my old whatsapps conversations earlier that I’d had with my friend who took me. I was looking for a specific conversation about Harry (more about that later) but I found SO MUCH that I want to show all of you (below the cut, but I have a bit more to say first)

I’ll probably do another gushy post when I hit my Tumblr anniversary but thank you so much to all of you for making this fandom bearable. I first kept up to date on things on Twitter and when I joined Tumblr, I was a self-proclaimed “Larry fence sitter”. I followed a big load of Larrie blogs (some of which I suppose I still follow) and despite saying I wasn’t going to be a Larry blog and saying I was gonna mix it up a bit, get rid of some of the Larries and pull back from the whole Larry thing for a while, it never really happened. Just as, when I started to become interested in the band, I said I would take a break from bingeing on them and I never did go a day without living and breathing these four boys. 

Anyway, it didn’t take me long at all to fall of that fence. I got far more than I bargained for when I looked into this little conspiracy and thought the larries were a bit loopy at times and completely misread the situation and the larries. There were a lot of comments by me I passed by in my whatsapp scrolling that made me cringe. It wasn’t easy to see how sceptical I used to be.

(what follows is an essay. With subheadings and everything, so you can even skip whole sections if you want)

(This whole post is entirely UNNECESSARY but I had to get it all out for me)

Keep reading

 ♡♡♡ Monica aka Nic’s End of the Year Follow Forever

So, it’s no surprise that I recently hit 800+ followers this past weekend, and honestly, I couldn’t have asked for a better Christmas and Birthday present than to have you all following me. It literally makes me feel very happy that some of you really enjoy seeing me on the dash, and I can’t help but get giggly about it. Okay, so I suck at Follow Forever’s because I can’t put EVERYONE on it, as much as I want to, but I do love every single one of you and just a reminder, if you EVER want to 1x1 with me, I am totally down 120% and I will more than glad to give you my aim. 

♡♡♡ Shout out to all my favorite pears!

dobrien1x1s ♡♡♡ - Elena, my love! You are literally one of my closest friends on Tumblr, and I can’t even begin to say how much I love you and how much I am so happy that I met you! Our babies literally give me life, and you do as well. It’s crazy, we started out in a group together, then two, and suddenly decided to turn some of our characters that never got to go more than a couple of days (besides Foxin) because most rps would die within a week, and we fell in love with out characters. I’m so happy that we continue to just.. make more ships????? I can’t even begin to say how much I love how we enjoy making each other’s hearts break because of angst and headcanons, and more and more and more angst. I love you so much, Elle! 

alinarps​ ♡♡♡ - Alina. Sweet, sweet Alina. You are my Lydia and we are getting married today. Here are my vows: ♡♡♡ I vow to help you love life, to always hold you with tenderness and to have the patience that love demands, to speak when words are needed and to share the silence when they are not, to agree to disagree on red velvet cake, and to live within the warmth of your heart and always call it home. ♡♡♡ I’d say those are real ass vows and I mean it. I love you, Alina Igloo. (And I am so excited for our babies!!!!)

december1x1 ♡♡♡ - GEM! I think it’s safe to say that we are literally equal when it comes to trying to reply to one another, but I love Aaron and Ella so much, like I can’t even. I’m going to spam you with a ton of headcanons soon, by the way so.. but I can’t wait for our dark plot after you come back from Hiatus because we are going to just cry together and wish we never did it to them, but do it anyways and ALL THE PLOTS :-)

rheyaofrp ♡♡♡ - Oh my god Rheya, I love Robey so much and I will reply soon!!! It’s been like 84 years, but I will reply to our babies because it’s dark and it’s just a bad and dysfunctional type of plot like I can’t. But, I will reply soon and we are going to cry about our babies and just want to stop but know we can’t because we just love them so much!! 

stanwrites ♡♡♡ - I still need to message you back on SKYPE. Oh my, but I have had Danny’s page ready for like 3 days and I STILL haven’t followed you back on your character account, but I will do that soon! I love you and you’re an absolute sweetheart and I just can’t even with you, fr. I can’t wait for more headcanons of our babies and memes because I’m just so in love with the two babies, because it’s going to be so rad and adorable and angsty and just cries. 

rad1x1s ♡♡♡ - SHELBY! I told you I was going to put you in my follow forever!! I love you like omfg fr, even though I suck at messaging you back, I am doing better now right?!?!? I hope so, please. Anyway, I can’t wait for Jonathon and… (u never chose her name wow) BUT I can’t wait for the plot because it’s going to be so interesting to see them played out and the two different faces together?! Like Zac and Nina, pls. Ilysm though! 

snowyrps ♡♡♡ - ANNIE. I miss you so much :-( You’re the love of my life and you always had me in a good mood when I was upset and just feeling really shitty. I’m going to message you and we’re going to just talk about a plot we wanna do and just do it, you got that? Ilysm. 

♡♡♡ The Real MVPs that have agreed to plot with me, even though I’m trash! 

crystalsrph, ninarpc, sjofrps, kitkat1x1, stydiaawrites, ella1x1

♡♡♡ The Cinnamon Apples (and maybe, most definitely a group of people I would love to 1x1 with and just write with because you guys are fabulous) 

cocoofrps, zeuswrites, falaheewrites, laurelscastilo, phoelleyrps, court1x1, volkrps, stallisonrps, narniawrites, ashleys1x1s, royal1x1s, queenbwrites, cbennetwrites, xavier1x1, georgeywrites, saturnofrp, skye1x1rp, skeleton1x1s, sprayberrys1x1, reindeer1x1s, argentswrites, abbyofrps, lexaofrp, staseywrites, rxdioxctives, 1x1ofrp, roden1x1s, caitlnnsnow, simba1x1, auroraassists, hogwartswrites, rhonarps, peppermint1x1, annas1x1s, hollndposey, scruffylookingpirate, laurps

♡♡♡ The Stars that light up my dash

delacourwrites, quincyrps, hrryofrps, kelofrp, lia1x1, littledovewrites, alisonsargentes, slytherin1x1, fedora1x1, femmerps, sammierps, dork1x1, nightrps, rejectofrp, ruexwrites, marzofrps, marlsrp, benzofrps, merryderps, lermanof1x1, phbetonkin, septemberofrp, tuli1x1, mistletoemccall, dylans-obrien, dynobrien, tatiofrpt, grinchwrites, dylanobrizen, hudrosewrites, swag1x1, hachi1x1, savs1x1, katie1x1, katieofrp, laneofrp, hailee1x1, marleyroleplays, valkyrierps, rose1x1s, just-writes, zoeroleplays, clairewords, clairetalks, russo1x1, scottymccallwrites, poseyofrph, jenniferrps, jenwrites1x1, ellie1x1, ellenin1x1, pleatee1x1​, bettwrites, daws1x1, writingmalik, buckybwrites, stilesanity, ang1x1s, angstwrites, annasrps, anns1x1, sana1x1, sunshine1x1s, sangster1x1s, shannon1x1, kory1x1, elisas1x1, emileerps, lennox1x1, bunny1x1, eriofrp, jellyfishofrp, jemmarps, calpal1x1s, allxson, castilllowrites, woah1x1s

♡♡♡ I’m sure I’m missing a TON of people, but as I said I love every single one of you and literally I would talk to everyone, just hit up my inbox and I’ll give you my aim! For real, though. Also, I would love to give the graphic credit to alinarps. She was more than glad to help me out since my photoshop decided to crash and burn on me several times today, so I take no credit whatsoever for the cute graphic she put together for me! I love you all, and I’m always down to plot and help you out if you have any plots. I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas and I just know we’ll all have a Happy New Year. <3

- Nic Igloo ♡♡♡