i was happier a year ago

anonymous asked:

Dear imyourplusone can I tell you how happy I am to read that you are going to continue to write about about Red and Lizzie. Can I also dare say how proud I am of all of you who refuse to be crushed by all of this "daddy" BS. I've followed this show from the beginning and I never sensed any father/daughter relationship. Too much sexual chemistry IMO. This is like rewriting Jane Eyre and making Mr. Rochester her father at he end lol. Not buying it, nope, no way. Stay calm and ship on.

Thanks Anon I really appreciate it. No one is happier than me tbh because I only started writing a year ago and I’m not ready to say goodbye to Red and Liz and definitely don’t feel inspired to write for another show right now. So at least tptb haven’t ruined that. For now I’m on hold about s5 but I’ll be happily writing away in AU land until the fall.

Hopefully Red and Lizzy will get their happy ending. Just look at Jane and Edward. They were able to make it through lies, secrets, dangerous spouses and a fire to find theirs. Hmmmm that sounds awfully familiar somehow. Plus the age gap thing And the sexual tension. This is all too familiar but it gives me hope;)

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           To the sweetest, most caring and loving puppy person i’ve had the luxury to know,
           Happy Anniversary!

                                                                                                   #5YearsWithCHANYEOL

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🐰 💖 ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ sᴜʜᴏ ᴅᴀʏ 💖 🐰

Kim JunMyeon is… The only star of my universe. 

This day is the most special day, because 26 years ago the brightest and most beautiful star was born. Everyday, he makes my days brighter and happier just by existing, and when he smiles my heart is content. My sky is brighter, my days are better and my heart started healing since he came into my life. I’m so lucky to have such a star in my life, and I will be forever grateful. 
Happy birthday to the most beautiful man out there, to this man that is all of those things and a million more. I love you, and in my sky you’ll shine eternally.

Almost 20 years ago, my father and a very young version me *marveled* at the sheer scale of adventure that Ocarina of Time had managed to pack into a single “tiny cartridge”. It remains as one of the most important bonding moments we’ve ever shared.

Today, I could not be happier to officially announce my contribution towards continuing that legacy for a brand new generation, as the voices of REVALI, TEBA, and DEKU TREE in “The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild” for Nintendo Switch/WiiU.

(Happy birthday, Dad! Here’s my present!)

Eight years ago, when I first started coming out, I felt that I was resigning myself to a life alone. I didn’t believe that I would one day stand in front of my dearest friends and family, and proclaim my love for the kindest cutest sweetest person in the whole world. And I did it all while wearing the floofiest floofiest dress! 

After the ceremony, my Dad pulled me aside briefly, and held my hand. He said that eight years ago he, too, couldn’t have imagined my wedding. It was so beyond his realm of experience, he said, that to say it was beyond his dreams was an understatement. Today was better and happier and waaaaaay gayer than anything he could have foreseen. I am so happy that I came out, that I transitioned, and that I stayed in touch with my family, even through the hardest of times, however painful it was, and how far away I had to go. We are all better for it. 

To all you trans kids and youths out there struggling right now, it’ll get better if we fight for it. Keep fighting, keep loving, keep going. 

anonymous asked:

Do you think Neil has a binder (solely) for Andrew (and him) and one for his Foxes? What's inside the binder(s)? And ohh btw I just simply love your hc about the photos ((and i want more bec i love you and your hcs so much))

thanks bb <3

(neil only got the binders because he can’t cover every spare inch of the walls of their apartments in photos and articles - even he recognises that it would make it look like a serial stalker’s den. yes, andrew’s slightly judgmental expression did help him to reach that conclusion)

anyway, a list of some of the contents of neil’s post-graduation binders:

  • every photograph and article about kevin day neil can get his hands on - and there’s a lot of them. kevin holding trophies, kevin with his teams, kevin and thea in elegant clothes at big events, kevin smiling in a way that starts fake but gets more real as the years pass. kevin, alive. kevin, victorious. kevin with everything that riko tried to take from him. (enough of them that andrew made a dry comment or two about neil at least being predictable in his obsessions) (he’s quietly satisfied by the progression, too)
  • articles on robin, as both a fox and afterwards, concrete proof of neil’s work as a captain and andrew’s…something neil isn’t quite sure of sometimes, still. photos of her standing tall and proud, no trace of the mousey child who was nearly too afraid to be a fox
  • a collection of postcards addressed to them both in renee’s neat hand - pictures of mountain ranges and jungles and forests and deserts and cityscapes, ones that still make neil think about a different kind of travel than the frightened bolt he and his mother did across half the planet all those years ago with that vague kind of longing for something different
  • the entire photographic coverage of allison’s first fashion show (neil was there, which meant andrew was there. unsurprisingly, andrew ‘i wear designer clothes’ minyard found it more interesting than neil ‘the height of fashion is my partner’s oversized hoodie and these jeans that i’ve had for ten years’ josten)
  • a heavy piece of cream card inviting neil and andrew to the wedding of nicholas hemmick and erik klose (they went. neil had never seen nicky happier)
  • a picture of matt and neil hugging on the court after eschewing the more normal post-game handshake, wearing different colours and smiles
  • articles following dan’s career, from her first teams through to the foxes, including photos of her familiarly disapproving and determined and delighted expression on the sidelines or amongst her players
  • a collection of photos taken by various foxes at their ‘reunions’ - matt and dan curled in the same armchair, dan laughing because she’s getting squashed. renee braiding allison’s hair, her face all careful concentration, while allison sits on the floor between her knees drinking wine. aaron and kevin arguing, for old time’s sake. nicky and andrew making drinks while erik watches on in the background. all of them together in one mess, no one looking the right way, someone’s eyes closed, someone laughing a little bit too hard - perfect
  • a singular photo of jean moreau, helmet under his arm as he looks down at jeremy knox, the man he followed through the professional leagues post-college. he’s smiling in it, grey eyes crinkled in the corners. (neil can’t quite explain why he kept it - he doesn’t look at it much. when he does, he remembers)
  • a collection of articles about andrew on the court, from his first year pro all the way through. articles that still call him dangerous, but mean it in relation to the scoring percentages of his opposition. photos of him stretched out in goal, immortalised in brutal determination, beside total strangers calling him talented, even calling him revolutionary because of his style of play
  • more articles about andrew, off of the court - andrew as an icon, flat-faced beside LGBT campaigners for sports, speaking bluntly and truthfully and tactlessly at events as an invited guest. 
  • andrew, whose thesis on the treatment of mentally ill juveniles in the justice system was publicised by a psu student, who stared at everyone who questioned him about it in a way that unmistakably said i meant what i wrote
  • andrew, the survivor, who donates so much of his salary to a variety of causes, who did before anyone knew and who continued after it became public like he didn’t give a fuck because he didn’t
  • photos of the andrew that belong to neil, ones that make andrew curl his lip if neil pins them up - he and his brother standing shoulder to shoulder at the reception of aaron’s wedding, caught on camera by the official photographer in a very rare moment of understanding. him bathed in the light of a sunset on their balcony, all golden. he and neil together wearing red, white and blue in the locker room of a foreign stadium, ready to walk on the court for their country. him on the couch, asleep on his belly with one of the cats curled up in the cup of his lower back
  • (neil doesn’t mean to document his own history, only theirs - it happens by accident. there’s a photo of him beside kevin, medals around both of their necks at a world cup final. a photo him in the audience of an event where andrew is on the stage, photographed looking up from the crowd with a slight smile on his face included in an article on andrew. one from a reunion, taken from behind him and andrew with the sun turning them to silhouettes, including where their hands are curled together between them. a headshot of him from a where are they now-style article on the first ncaa champion fox team, scars on display and stare as bright and challenging as ever - still alive)

Even when Dan and Phil are just another popular thing that happened years ago.

Even when they’re married to whoever they love.

Even when they have kids of their own that get butterflies in their stomach because of people they like just like we did.

I will still ask for an autograph and picture if I meet them.

I’ll show my kids what wonderful people they are.

I’ll still get all giddy seeing a picture of them.

I’ll still be a fan girl of them when YouTube was far in the past.

They were a big part of my life.

Without meaning to they helped me become happier when I felt sad.

They were the light when I was lost.

They guided me through the dark.

They helped shape me to be the person I am today.

So until the day I’m no longer on this earth I’ll be Dan and Phil Trash.

Dan and Phil Games [insert noun]

A Danasour

A Philion

They will always hold a special place in my heart.

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Everything Has Changed | Jughead Jones

Originally posted by alwayschach-sprouseblog


Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: After six years away from Riverdale, you head back to live with your grandparents. The only thing on your mind is your old best friend Jughead Jones.

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 1570

A/N: BUCKLE YOURSELVES UP, FRIENDS. WE’RE IN FOR A LONG ONE. Well, maybe. We’ll see how it goes. There will definitely be a part two that’s for sure but let me know what you guys think <3

 PART TWO | PART THREE


Riverdale.

The town you grew up in. The town that held so many fond memories. The town that you’d been ripped away from when you were nine years old.

It was still your favourite place even though you’d spent the last six years in Los Angeles. Sure, the big city life was fun but it was nothing compared to the tight knit community of your little friendly town. Even though you’d only been young, you still remembered how everyone said hi when you passed by them or how the local diner always remembered your families order and especially how all the kids made sure nobody was left out. That was how you remembered Riverdale. Full of friendly, happy, kind people.

But, the stories you’d heard from your grandparents who still lived there told a whole different tale. Your friendly little town had changed the moment Jason Blossom had been murdered. Everyone in town was a suspect and the whole dynamic had changed. Riverdale was now surrounded by mystery and secrets which made you scared to go back.

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answering asks!

just picked 20 this time. ill open asks again next week

some of the questions i got were answered in the faq too! pls read that before sending questions, even if you think your question wont be there.. it probably is JKFLD;JFS

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Daddy’s treasures.

Hi there! This is a short blurb that came to my mind today morning and I needed to bring it to life (It involves dad Harry, and, who doesn’t love dad Harry?)

A reminder: Requests are opened

Enjoy :) !!!



“Daddy, it’s my turn to hide. Close your eyes.” The three year-old girl giggled as she grabbed her father’s hands and tried to bring them to his eyes “C’mon daddy, help me! your hands are very big.” Harry chuckled at the cute little frown settled on her chubby face, as she shook his arms in impatience “Okay, okay.” He obeyed his daughter’s demand, thinking to himself that bossiness was one of the many features she had inherited from her mother, you. The next thing he sensed was the continuous sound of her tiny shoes hitting against the grass, as she run towards her next hiding spot.

You were sitting in a deck chair, looking over the scrapbook Harry had made for your third year as a mother. The paper squares that captured your first steps as parents of a beautiful baby girl, along with the cheesy captions written below, melted your heart. You were so captivated by the images, that the sudden snuggle from your daughter made you flinch “Hey sweetie, what are you doing?” She didn’t give any answer, instead, she curled up in the gap your cross-legged position offered. “Sydney, what’s up, could you tell Mommy?” “I’m hiding from Daddy. He’ll never find me.“ You couldn’t help but laugh when she playfully stuck out her tongue.   

“Are you ready Syd?” Harry shouted from one corner of the garden, to which she replied with a loud, long “Yep!” He got up from his sitting position and stretched his limbs before heading to look for his princess “Mmmm, where can you be?” he muttered as he moved his head from one side to the other, scanning the area. A wide dimpled grin made its home in his face when he spotted a mess of little curls in between your legs. As he got nearer to you both, the high innocent giggles of the child became better audible, confirming his guess. “Mommy is he around?” Sydney whispered, playing with the ties of you shorts. You looked at Harry, biting your lip in an attempt to not chuckle, in return, he winked at you “Love, have you got any idea of where our baby is?” “No, not at all” You felt Sydney leave a light kiss on your thigh, thanking you for not giving her away “She’s really good at this, isn’t she?” “Absolutely” Harry crawled silently until he was right beside the improvised nest your legs made for your daughter. Sydney didn’t even notice as she was too distracted with the colourful ties “Hold on Love, I… think… I… found her!” He took her out from where her small figure rested and rose her up to the sky. The chocolate-eyed girl kicked her legs in the air as loud guffaws broke out from her mouth. When she landed she run towards you to give you a hug “Thanks for helping me Mommy, I love ya.” She spread little kisses all over your face.

The sight Harry had right in front of his eyes brought him goosebumps. Before Sydney’s arrival, three years ago, he didn’t think he could be happier than he was just with you. He reckoned he was at peak of most joy in his life, that nothing was left. Then his little angel came into his life and proved him wrong. The first time he holded her in between his arms his heartbeat rose like never before. Everything about her was tiny and delicate and he couldn’t believe how such a small creature could bring that huge amount of happiness and love. You weren’t less for him; bliss stepped first into his life thanks to you. You two met at college, where he came from an environment of hate and harassment towards him in behalf of his classmates, in other words, he had been bullied. You helped him get over that dark past and returned him the confidence he had lost. You loved him when he was at his lowest and took him out of the spiral of sadness he was in. You were his most beautiful and valuable treasure until Sydney showed up, then she joined the club.

He felt the luckiest man in the world.

That was when he decided to bring the idea constantly settled at the back of his mind to life.

“My loves, I’ll be right back.”

[Few days later]

Harry came back from another day at the park with Sydney. He was placing all the toys they took with them back in their box when she let go of his grip and run to the garden where you were swimming “Baby girl be careful, don’t run that fast.” He interrupted his activity to look after her “Daddy let’s join Mommy, pleaaase.” She begged with puppy eyes “Yeah Hazz, what are you waiting for?” you insisted.

He grabbed Sydney by the hand and took her to her room where he changed her clothing for a swimsuit; he later did the same with his. 

Once in his father’s arms, she noticed a foreign spot in the middle of his clean skin “Daddy, what’s that? Did you stain yourself playing with the markers?” She touched the words with her silky pads “No sweetie. It’s a tattoo.” She gave him a confused look “It’s something you draw on your skin which, most of the times, is meaningful” She brought her thumb to her mouth as she studied it “Have you got any idea of what it is?” “Of course Daddy, I’m a very clever girl.” He chuckled “Okay tell me” The naive child opened her eyes wide, as she realised she hadn’t an answer “Ehh… I dunno.” He gave a loving stroke to her cheek and later placed a kiss on it “It’s yours and Mommy’s name. And it’s located at the area where my heart is because you both are always in my heart.” She blushed and nuzzled in his chest, giggling “I like it very much.” He tickled her tummy,

“And you know what? the best part is that it’ll last forever, just as my love for you two”

Kingslayer (Seth x Reader)

A/N: Wrestler real name is Colby so I switch between the two names in this imagine. Also needed to write something for his great win.


  It was finally time. Seth Rollins was going up against Triple H and you couldn’t be happier. It was his time to shine at WrestleMania since he missed out last year. This whole knee injury was a nightmare come true it was causing Colby so much stress. It was making him miss out on all kind of events and it was breaking him. All you guys wanted was to see Seth Rollins back in action.

Colby was told weeks ago that he was able to get back in the ring but with the biggest show of the year coming back up he wasn’t going to risk it. WWE decided it was best for him to be held off of wrestling until the show, plus it also added to the Seth and Triple H freud if he couldn’t fight. So now you were here in the stadium waiting for the match to start.

“You excited?” Colby asked as walked out next to you waving his torch in his hand.

“I’ll be better if you stop waving that thing around” You stated taking a step back.

“Don’t worry Seth Rollins won’t let you get hurt, plus it’s not on fire yet babe” He said as he flick it back and forth into his hands. Seth was going to be a Kingslayer tonight or at least you hoped. Everyone knew how this match was going to end but you. Seth refused to tell you and made sure no one would since he wanted it to be a surprise

“I’m starting to wonder if you should change your name to Mr.Gold” You teased as you stare Seth down. His new gear wasn’t your favorite thing in the world. All gold with his symbol in the middle just wasn’t doing it for you. Seth face got serious and for a minute you thought he was mad until he took a step towards with a smirk on his face.

“Babe I’m a King, gold is my colour you should brow down to me” Seth pointed the torch at you as he spoke. You mockley browed down to him trying to hold in your laughter but you didn’t feel bad when you couldn’t. People all back stage were looking at you two admiring the loving couple in front of them.

“Seth you’re on in one” Someone shouted, Seth nodded his head and gave you a kissed before he made his was over to the opening of the stage.

“Good Luck Baby” You yelled just before he went out and all Seth could do was smile.


“YES” You screamed from backstage as Seth pinned Triple H for the count of three. He finally did it and you couldn’t be happier. You were jumping up and down while watching Seth on the TV his face was radinenting in happiness. He could finally be his own person again without Triple H always being on his back. Sure he had help Seth become who he was but it was time for them to part ways. You saw Seth walk back up the ramp taking in all of the cheers from the fans so you made your way over. As Seth appear you could only say one thing

“COLBY LOPEZ, HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME YOU WERE GOING TO WIN” You shouted as you marched your way over to where he stood. Colby looked around at the use of you shouting his real name. People were staring again but more in confused at your reaction.

“I ummm…” Seth started to say as he scratched his neck not expecting this but before he got a chance to finish you butted in.

“You loser, I’m so proud of you” You fell into his arms giving him the biggest hug ever. Colby wrapped his arms around you after he sigh of relief knowing that you weren’t actually mad at him.

“Sorry babe I love surprises” He said looking down at you. You didn’t care he was sweaty at this point you both would just get a shower after anyway.

“Ready to celebrate?” You cheered as you pulled away showing him your happiness.

“Here or in the bedroom?” He asked with a smirk on his face.

“Colby” You said smacking his chest. “Your such an idiot sometimes”

“Idiot that you love.” You rolled his eyes because you knew it was true. You watched Colby for the rest of the night being Seth. He was meeting fans and doing interviews on his big win. You couldn’t help but smile at the man you loved, he finally got what he wanted. His fans were happy and so was he. Everything was great now that Seth Rollins was a free man again

Always (Prologue) (M)

Trailer | Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Everyone is happy…

Originally posted by the-rap-man

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Killer!Jungkook, Angst, Smut (in later chapters)

Word Count: 1,800

Content/Warnings: Since this is the prologue it’s pretty tame, but prepare for future: Violence, Gore, Smut, Offensive Language. The next chapter has very graphic gore, so if you’re not into that, back out now. Although Jungkook does kill in this series, this is not a serial killer AU.

A/N: For those of you who have read my other works before, you’ll find that this one is quite a departure from my usual “cute” and more light hearted fics. It’s my first time writing a series so it may be quite short compared to series by other writers. Anyway, I hope you enjoy ~

Summary:

You would die for him, kill for him, and everything in between. 

He was as much a part of you as yourself. 

You didn’t want anyone else. 

It was always Jungkook.

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Imagine Jared Leto is Your Best Friend’s Dad - Chapter 9

The song On My Mind by Ellie Goulding inspired this chapter. Totally suggest to listen while reading!

Chapter 9 - On My Mind

It was fun while it lasted, but all things must come to an end. We gathered our belongings and placed them by the door. Dasha and Sydney’s parents picked them up. And it was just Allegra and I.

“Allegra!” Mr. Leto called from the kitchen. “These clothes need to be washed.”

“Yeah, but who’s going to walk Kerri home?” she asked.

“Oh, that’s right.” He crept around the corner as he dried a bowl with a paper towel.

His head rested against the wall as he looked at me. His grin stretching from ear to ear like the Cheshire Cat himself. “I’ll walk her home,” he said.

“But Dad!-” Allegra whined in protest.

“Sorry honey.” He cut her off, still drying the bowl. “You need to hit those clothes. They’re a mile high!”

“Fine.” She fumed.

“Besides… it be nice to see Ms. Sanders and Nico – it’s been a while,” his eyes lit up as he thought.

Apparently, I had no say in this matter. I stared back at Mr. Leto, trying to see what lurked behind his eyes. Was there another trick up his sleeve?

“Just give me 5 minutes Kerri and we can head over.” He told me before quickly shuffling away.

After Allegra and I said our goodbyes, I fetched my things, making sure everything was packed. I didn’t live far away at all, like 2 ½ blocks down, but I guess no neighborhood not matter how nice is safe to travel alone in the evening.

Butt up and head down, I bent over, trying to squeeze everything in my bag. There was this one section that just wouldn’t zip. It was stuffed to the max. I thought I heard something behind me but I was too focused on this. If Allegra wants to make a joke about how silly I look, so be it. I placed the bag between my legs as I pushed down with one hand and tried to zip with the other. Once it finally fit, I stood up straight, and flung my hair back. I turned around and to my surprise, I saw Mr. Leto there leaning against the wall.

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happier | min yoongi

Originally posted by yoonggi

Pairing: Yoongi + Reader

Genre: Angst 

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: He hurt you and you left, but it didn’t help but make you both think if you actually were any happier than you once were before. 

Inspired by Happier - Ed Sheeran 

Yoongi’s POV

Walking down 29th and Park
I saw you in another’s arms
Only a month we’ve been apart
You look happier

As Yoongi walked down the street in the bright city of Seoul, he witnessed the several cars whizzing pass, while many people were talking and laughing loudly around him. But as he stared ahead, all he could see was you in someone else’s arms.

Looking happier.

It was only a month since the two of you broke up, his schedule blowing up with concerts, fan meets, radio shows, and other appointments, making absolutely no time for the two of you for months.

At first it started with occasional petty comments. Then came the small arguments and finally one day it all went spiraling downwards, either of you able to stop it from happening. You two had the biggest fight, throwing words at each other that you never thought would’ve been said, hurtful words that neither of you could forgot.

But till this day, Yoongi didn’t care. The moment you walked out his door, grabbing all your things in your hand, your face tear stained, he forgave you.

But it was too late.

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Desperate for Love pt. 2 [Suga Angst]

Originally posted by yoonggi

“I love him. But he doesn’t know(s) But it doesn’t matter. Because he loves her.”

PART 1


Yoongi moved out from the apartment a few days after that the two of you had the fight. Or the confession.

He went back to being cold and didn’t say a word and although you were glad he didn’t, you still wished that everything somehow went back to how it was. How it was before you dug in too deep.

You stood outside his now empty room and looked around. You had never seen his room. Not even once since he always locked the door even if he was at home. But now standing there, the wonder about how his room looked like was still in your head.

Was it as cold and dark as him, with a black desk, black chair and black blankets? Did he throw his dirty clothes on the floor until the whole floor was covered with stinky socks and shirts that smelled like him?

The room you had tried to sneak into so many times was now standing there, empty with nothing but a key that he had left behind, on the floor.

He had left without even telling you about that. The key that you had given him on the first day when he first moved in wasn’t given to you on his last day. He had left it on the floor because he was avoiding you. And for once, you were happy he was.


Your days went and came, faster than you’ve ever imagined that time would be. It had already been a year since the last time you saw him.

There was no point in lying - you had been extremely careful with going out and accidently bump into him. But fortunately, that hasn’t happened although you’ve been working at The Face Shop, knowing exactly who the woman he was so deeply in love with was.

Ji Hyo was everything you were not. Her slim, model like figure made you look down to your own and wonder why the hell you haven’t been paying attention to take care of yourself more. Her face could light up a whole room when your face seemed to shut down an entire house. Her genuine way of talking, smiling, touching and even doing nothing could make any man pause what they’re doing, just to look at her.

Yoongi was right. You weren’t her and you were never going to be her.

You wanted to hate her. But she didn’t even know you beside the fact that you were her employee and friend. She was even the best boss you have ever had, how could you hate her? She didn’t know that you were in love with someone who loved her. She didn’t know any of that although the two of you had grown to be great friends.

Perhaps that’s why, when she came that day, smiling brightly with a man you haven’t met for a year, holding his hand and walking right to where you were seated, it finally hit you straight in the face that you should’ve told her. Or left before that.

His eyes were intense, staring right through you. In your head, you wished that this was all a dream. I fucking nightmare.

“Hey Y/N! I want to introduce you to my boyfriend.” Fuck.

It wasn’t a dream, a nightmare. It was reality. As you stood up, your eyes moved from Ji Hyo’s face to his stone hard face before they moved down to their locked hands. His eyes never left you as much as you wished they could.

“This is Yoongi, my boyfriend of five months.” She said, turning to face him with the biggest grin on her face before she turned to you, still smiling. “And this is a close friend of mine, her name’s Y/N.” You didn’t meet his eyes although you knew that he was still staring at you. You could feel his eyes burning holes on your skin.

“Hey guys,” you snap your head to meet Ji Hyo’s worried look and you felt bad for not even being able to look at her and be honest about how you feel.

You wanted to tell her that you had gone through four years of developing feelings for him, to only have him break your heart a year ago and still, a year later, seeing him still made your heart flip and skip a beat.

You wanted her to know that there was no love stronger than the love he had for her, because that was exactly the love you felt for him. You wanted to let her know that he had missed her all these years, the same way you had missed him, all these seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years with and without him. You needed her to know that he had been needing her this whole time, just as much as you still needed him like you needed him yesterday and the days before that day. You wanted her to know that the look he had in his eyes whenever he looked at her was because he wanted her to be his and unfortunately, that was the exact same way you looked at him.

“We’re going out for lunch.You want to go out and grab something to eat with us?” The question is from Ji Hyo and she’s asking you. But you didn’t answer right away because could see him in the corner of your eyes, he tensed up just by the mention of spending time with you.

“No it’s fine. I still have some things to do and I’m not that hungry. You go ahead and enjoy your lunch without me.” You avoided his eyes the whole time that you were talking, only giving him a fast glance to see that he was still looking at you, just like he had done since the moment his eyes landed on you.

“You sure?” You nodded, letting her know that you’re sure about staying.

“Wait here babe, I’ll just go and grab some things before we leave.” She pressed a short kiss onto his lips before disappearing to her office, leaving you with him. Or him with you. It doesn’t matter because right then, everything you could see was him. Your heart skip over a few beats and it got harder to control your breath.

“Yoongi.”

His name left your mouth as if you had been dying to say his name but it still felt familiar although you hadn’t said that name for over a year, out loud.

“Y/N.” The way he said your name was hard, as if he was trying to not let any emotion get through his lips.

“How are you? It’s been a while.”

“I’m great. You?”

“I’m fine.”

You looked away for a few seconds after that before you faced him again.

“Are you happy? Happier now?” You asked him because that’s the only thing you wanted a proper answer to. If he was happy and not as moody like he used to be. If she made him happy.

It took a while for him to answer but when he did, it’s like everything you’ve ever done to him means nothing at all. Absolutely nothing. “Yes. I’m happy, Y/N. I’m happier than I’ve ever been.” You took in a deep breath and shut your eyes tightly, mostly to prevent the tears to leave your eyes.

You should’ve known better and stopped right after that to stop yourself from breaking any further. But you didn’t because again, just like a year ago, you pressed the buttons until it was too late to regret it.

“Does she make you happy?” You didn’t even know why you asked him that. Of course she made him happy.

“She makes me feel like I own the world, Y/N. Something I didn’t think that I could feel, with anyone, until her. She brings out the happy and bright side of me that I didn’t know existed, until her. She can make my day hundreds of times better just by a simple action or a simple word. And there’s no need for her to say that she loves me because just by having her and telling her, letting her know that I love her is enough.” His eyes soften as they look into yours when you finally open your eyes.

It felt like a year ago all over again. It felt like you were in your apartment, listening to every word he had to say about her. How much he loves, misses, needs and wants her. It felt like you were brought back to the scene where you first got your heart broken and it felt like although it wasn’t even fully healed, it just broke a little more than last time.

“So to answer your question and to all the unquestioned questions, I love her, despite the fact that I know that it won’t last forever. But I’m taking risks with her because that’s everything I’ve been doing since I first laid my eyes on her four years ago. Because that’s what you do when you love someone, right?”

You didn’t realize until then that he was you and you were him because what he felt for her could be described as your own feelings for him. You realized then that you still loved him and were going to love him for a long, long time, despite the fact that you were never going to have him. You took risks when it came to him. You pushed him too far and you pulled him to near, not realizing that all he ever needed was her and not you.

Because that’s what you do when you’re desperate for love.

And that’s what you do when you see him smiling the moment he sees her again.

And that’s what you do when your heart break some more when you see them kiss while they wait for the elevator.

And that’s what you do when you finally break down on the ground, sobbing and crying.

Because that’s what you’ll always do, just like how he always does it when it comes to her.




WOW.

I’ve never got so many positive comments about an one shot before and wow, WOW, you guys are unbelievable! I have know idea how I should thank you but THANK YOU SO MUCH! Reading every message that I got from each one of you was one of the most beautiful moments of my writing-experience. 

I’m so grateful, happy and lucky to have such wonderful readers and I’m so thankful to those who had showed their appreciation for me.

I know this isn’t happy ever after - but those who has read my works know that 80% av my works won’t be a happy ever after. I hope you enjoyed reading this although it wasn’t fluffy like I know you wished that it was. But I feel like this is their destiny. It’s how things are between them. 

I hope you loved Desperate for Love just as much as I loved writing it. Thank you for giving me a chance to write part 2 for their story.

Again, thank you. <3

Happier With You (Part Three)

Summary: Steve has had many regrets in his life, but his biggest regret was when he let you go all those years ago. Now, you’re with someone else, and you’re happy. And that’s all that Steve wants for you. But he knows that he was happier with you by his side. And deep down, you know it too.

Inspired by: Ed Sheeran’s entire Divide album.
Also, inspired by my friend, Tator Tot. Nothing spicer than Sriracha Steve.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 1063

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