i was working on something else but its late and i wanna sleep so take this instead

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A/N: This piece is very long and has taken me a long time to write for several reasons. But I hope this is what these lovely people hoped for when they sent in their requests (x x x)! Love you all and I hope you have a great day :)

Harry had always been in awe of you.  

From the moment he had you in his life, his heart had been filled with your gentle compassion. He had admired your instinctive kindness, personally witnessing the way you’d give a piece of your heart to everyone in your life. “Being kind is all that I can give” he’d hear you say and it breaks him just a little when he watches your smile falter for a fraction of a second, before you arch your eyes and nod your head slightly towards him in reassurance. You’re doing it again, he gathers, putting up a front to satisfy the people around you. Making sure they remained lost in their pursuit of happiness while you’re left alone to pick up your own shattered pieces.

Harry had regretted that night the most. The first, of many, where your heart felt particularly heavy as you smiled and whispered “I’m fine” to his concerned eyes. The silk of your dress clumped at your shoulders as you walked away from him then, away from a night of celebrating your recent promotion at work and into a cab to nurse your friend that had gulped too much tequila to shove away his own misfortunate thoughts.

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Jughead x Reader | Texts

Originally posted by evenstoast

This has been requested by this lovely anon: 

I absolutely adore this imagine!


Plot: You and Jughead are texting, they live next to each other but can LITERALLY just go to the others house, but it’s late at night and the two of you are bored. Just a short lil fluff I guess

based on show

Warnings: None

“Ugh I can’t believe it finishes like that!” You shouted to yourself. You just finished an amazing movie which had the worst ending in the entire world of movies. You grabbed your remote and switched the TV off. You sighed and scrolled around on Netflix looking for something better to watch. You put on an old episode of your favourite show and sat chilling for a while. Just eating Cheez-Its and trying to stay awake. You were determined to have a good Thursday night.

You got up from your bed to grab your laptop from your desk which faced your window. You looked outside and up at the moon. A full moon, it spooked you out a little as you thought about Jason Blossom death and how his killer is still out there. You shivered and looked up at your neighbour’s window Jughead Jones, the ‘boy next door’. Well… More like ‘the weird spooky boy next door’. You’d known him since grade school and have been friends with him ever since you defended him against a bully.

What you didn’t ever mention is that you liked him a whole lot. He was always there after a breakup, you confide every emotion in him and basically share everything. A lot of your stuff is at his and a lot of his is at yours.

Oh god you’re wearing one of his shirts right now…

Your parents would constantly ask ‘when are you two settling down?’ or ‘shall I send out a Save The Date?’ obviously they were mostly jokes but sometimes you found yourself imagining living with Jughead and waking up next to him in the morning and-

But they were silly daydreams, you knew he had an interest in someone else. Betty Cooper, the actual ‘girl next door’ she was so lovely to everyone and especially you, you were close. Her and Jughead worked on The Blue and Gold. You could sense there was something going on in his head. But you wished it was you. You grabbed your phone from your bed and sent a text to Jughead.

You: You up?

The ‘seen’ message came up almost instantly, he was probably bored too.

Jughead: Yup… Stuck on homework… You?

You smiled and typed away.

You: Bad movie… Hey I can see you!

You walked up to your window and saw Jughead walking round his room looking down at his phone. He looked up, pissed off

Jughead: Creep

You: Pervert

You laughed and kept your eyes on him and saw him texting.

Jughead: I’m a pervert? Wouldn’t a pervert rather see someone undressed?

You smirked and noticed Jughead looking up at you. You mimicked taking your shirt off but stopped before Jughead shielded his eyes.

Jughead: That came out wrong, and you’re immature

You: You’re annoying

Jughead: Why don’t you just come over instead of awkwardly standing in front of your window?

You: Cause it’s almost midnight, I have a curfew. Plus I need my beauty sleep for the Pep rally tomorrow

You almost forgot you made it on the cheer squad. You tried out with Betty and Veronica, the three of you got in. You looked over at your very cute uniform and smiled.

Jughead: Oh yeah… I didn’t think cheerleading was your thing

You: It became my thing once I found out I looked so good in uniform!!

You noticed Jughead smiling and you put your hand up before ducking away from the window. You quickly changed into your cheerleading uniform and walked back up to the window. Jughead chuckled and looked down.

Jughead: Give us a twirl Y/N

As he said, you did a little spin and a few poses. He watched you, a little mesmerised and smiled a whole lot more. He leaned on the window frame.

You: Like what you see Juggy? ;)

You smirked at the text and put your hand on your hips.

Jughead: You’re so annoying.

Jughead: Yeah you look okay

Jughead: I guess

You blushed, he rubbed the back of his neck. You couldn’t see but he was blushing too.

You: You look good too

Jughead: I said okay…

You: Yeah but I knew you meant The Most Amazing Person On This Planet.

You saw Jughead chuckle.

You: I’ll be mad if that’s not my new contact name.

Jughead: Go to sleep!

You: Make me ;)

Jughead sighed and you shut your curtains to change into your pyjamas.

Jughead: Where did you go?

You: I’m changing, wanna see?

Jughead: Not this again…

You opened your curtains, to reveal you just in your pyjamas. And Jughead shook his head smiling. You also opened your window. Jughead did the same.

Goodnight Jughead.” You said

“Goodnight Y/N.” He said. You closed your window and walked over to your bed. You got under your duvet and shut your eyes. Until you heard another phone notification. You picked up your phone and read the text.

Jughead: You’re really pretty

Jughead: I’m sorry for that

Jughead: Do you wanna get a burger and milkshake tomorrow?

You blushed furiously and smiled.

You: I would love to Jug <3

You smiled to yourself adding a cute heart emoji at the end. You put your phone away and went to bed.

Jughead was in his room smiling down at his phone. Blushing furiously.

(Hope you liked it!!)

anonymous asked:

I'm not trying to pick a fight, just confused. Like, if a trans girl has fully transitioned and only interested in women, can't they call themselves a lesbian? If not, what should they calm themselves? I get lesbians not being into people with dicks of course but like, no dicks involved. It's all confusing

First of all, thanks for being respectful. People have been to quick to insult.

So I think one of the issues here is the common portrayal of femaleness and womanhood as the absence of male characteristics. Surgical removal of male genitals is not the same as having a vulva. Same way that surgically bifurcating your tongue doesn’t make you able to perceive the presence of molecules in the air through your Jacobson’s Organ like a snake.

Mor than that, being a lesbian is not simply about the absence of penis. Males love to try to define and categorize women according to whether they will fuck them or not, but being a lesbian is about being female AND being exclusively attracted to other female people, and genitals are not all that matter. Lesbians connect to other women in great part because we have the shared experience of living through the world as female. We were socialized in a similar manner. We have this non-verbal understanding that comes from years of living in a world that has certain expectations from you since you were born. And as much as it might be painful to admit that, there are some things that trans women will never understand. Trans women, being born and raised male through their formative years, have a second-hand understanding of what it is to be a woman, which leads to some really unnatractive behaviors, like forced over-the-top hyperfemininity and infantile mannerisms, as well as male-socialized behaviors they don’t even like to admit they have, like sexual entitlement, dominating posturing, talking over people, threatening violence and the complete inability of taking criticism.

Female-born people learn womanhood by being beaten over the head with it from the time we were born. From the disappointment of your father because you’re not a boy, to having your ears pierced before you’re even old enough to sit up by yourself, to having lower expectations about your potential. We were forged into womanhood, and it hurts. It break us. But it gives us a sort of resilience too, a kind of unwyelding bravery that only women have. The kind of exhausted defiance that you only get by going out every single day into a world that thinks you should be confined indoors, by coming home late at night every day knowing that if something happens to you everyone is gonna say it’s your fault. It takes a lifetime to acquire this resilient quality. Talk to a really old woman sometime, listen to her. They get to a certain age where they reach a breaking point and stop giving a shit about what anyone else thinks, and it’s amazing. This is why male supremacy has historically been afraid of old women.

Trans women, on the other hand, learn womanhood by emulating what they think women are, and this perception is invariably male-biased. Trans women want to emulate porn stars and pop divas. Never seen one of them say they learned to be a woman by watching their mother. None of them want to be one of those tired working women on the train at 9PM, sleep deprived and with sore feet, who are just leaving work and thinking that they’re gonna have to get home and make dinner and clean the kitchen and bathe the kids and then try to get some sleep to start it all over again tomorrow. No, they wanna be Beyoncé. They wanna be glamorous superstars, without realizing that there’s nothing glamorous about being a woman. And boy, they get SO pissed when you point this out. They just don’t get it, and they don’t even want to.

And this is why trans women cannot be lesbians. Not only they are not female homosexual individuals - the actual definition of what is a lesbian - but they also lack the life experience and outlook that would make them interesting to a lesbian.

I’ll leave you with a question here. Why don’t these trans women who are attracted to women date each other instead of bothering women who are clearly not interested? Why do they consider that they’re good enough for us, but they don’t consider other trans women good enough for them? Why should we settle for “uh at least there’s no dick” when they require a legit vulva in their relationship?

And why are we lesbians always the ones who have to be flexibilizing our boundaries and scuffling around to make everyone happy in detriment of our own needs and wants?

Think about that.

Wanna-One Wrong Apartment AU!

Once again, another wacky and random AU! I was thinking of splitting this into two parts but I felt there was no good pausing point, so sorry if this is long! Feel free to send in requests if this isn’t your cup of tea. Enjoy! (You + Kim Jaehwan)

Warning: Mild cursing

  • You worked the graveyard shift on Friday night at a supermarket as a part-time job, not a fun time for a broke and tired college student
  • I didn’t want to include alcohol in this story so this is the excuse bear with me
  • Tired, groggy, and grumpy, you headed back to your apartment
  • You fell asleep on the subway (like usual), but for once you didn’t miss your stop, thanks to your head banging on the window
  • Like a zombie, you trudged half-awake to your apartment complex. Creeped some people out tbh
  • You climbed up the stairs of the apartment, not noticing that you had gone up a flight past your floor
  • You stumbled to what you thought was your door, and reached for the doorknob as if it was a hanging branch keeping you from falling off a cliff
  • You tried to jam your key in the reader, but the only response was flickering red lights from the key reader
  • Exasperated, you began kicking the door. What had you done so wrong for the world to be wronging you in this way?
  • You slumped down and fell asleep against the door, head banging on it once in a while as you fell in and out of consciousness
  • Some time later, the door opened and you fell into a room that (you failed to notice) wasn’t yours
  • Still sleeping, you failed to notice the scream that shook the entire apartment
  • (imagine: psychohwan)
  • Jaehwan was at a loss for words. What was he going to do with a random sleeping girl outside his door?
  • Jaehwan tried to wake you up, kicking and poking and more screaming, but he was met with the calm breathing of a sleep-deprived college student
  • Out of options, he stared at you for a couple minutes in dismay, and then dragged your limp body into his apartment room
  • He wasn’t going to do anything, he just didn’t want anyone else to do something to you
  • Leaving you on the floor, he leapt to his desk and booted up his laptop, quickly googling “what to do with random sleeping girl outside my room”, “please help me”, and the like
  • After some failed attempts at finding a solution, he trudged back to you
  • Shaking his head at this ridiculous situation, he draped a blanket over your body and immediately went back to sleep, leaving you on the floor
  • Morning rolled around, and you were the first to wake up… in a house that obviously wasn’t yours, covered with a blanket that also wasn’t yours.
  • This was definitely not your pigsty: strewn-about clothes and college paperwork were nowhere to be found
  • Instead, your eyes were met with a neatly organized space someone could actually live in, with multiple displayed guitars and a sleek baby grand piano in the center of the room
  • You got up and grabbed the canister of pepper spray that you carried in your backpack, and tiptoed around the house, hands up in a self-defense pose you had previously learned
  • After searching the kitchen and the living room, you quietly opened the door to what you would find to be the bedroom
  • Like the other rooms, this one looked completely normal, with a bookshelf and a music stand… and a sleeping… boy?
  • A pretty boy.
  • With beautiful, messed up brown locks of hair, that looked incredibly soft…
  • Your mind quickly snapped out of it’s lovesick trance
  • A delayed reaction to all of the early morning’s previous events, you finally let out a high-pitched scream
  • You threw the pepper spray at Jaehwan’s face, unable to put it to true use out of shock (y/n…)
  • “ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW??” Jaehwan yelled, the volume of his screams second only to yours
  • Thoughts jumping to the worst possible scenario, you quickly began blaming him for kidnapping you and demanding to know where you were and what he had done to you
  • He still wasn’t posing much of a physical threat, so you hadn’t run yet
  • Exasperated, Jaehwan breathed “You’re the one who came to MY house last night, bothering ME so much that I had to open my door to let you in so that nobody else would take YOU and this is how you thank me? If you’re awake, then get out of here.”
  • Slowly coming to a realization, you asked “wait, what room number is this?”
  • “301.” 
  • Shit.
  • You lived exactly a floor down from him, in room 201.
  • He pulled the blanket over his head and smacked his face on his pillow
  • Realizing that nothing had been done to you, with your clothes still intact and your backpack still on from last night, you realized that he could be telling the truth
  • Immediately, you began to apologize and thank him for his kind gesture to let you sleep within locked doors
  • “I’m so sorry, how can I make this up to you? I must have been so tired to have gone to your room instead of mine”
  • “Yeah, what were you thinking? Crazy psycho… you’re lucky I’m the one who lived here or you would never know what would have happened to you” Jaehwan mumbled into his pillow
  • You sighed and apologized again, “I’ve been really stressed and exhausted lately because of school and work. I’m sorry this had to happen to you regardless. How can I make it up to you?”
  • Jaehwan finally looked up from his pillow at you, with your messy hair covering parts of your face, still in your backpack
  • He began noticing for the first time that while you were a nuisance… that you were kind of cute
  • He was about to answer your question with a “don’t worry about it, just leave my room now”, but his morning alarm began to softly ring with the song “The Night We Met”
  • “Oh,” you exclaimed, “This is one of my favorite songs! Lord Huron, right?”
  • Impressed, Jaehwan replied, “yeah it is! I can’t get enough of it, actually, even if it’s my alarm tone.”
  • And both of you just stayed there in silence, letting the song play its full length
  • I had all and then most of you
    Some and now none of you
    Take me back to the night we met
    I don’t know what I’m supposed to do
    Haunted by the ghost of you
    Oh, take me back to the night we met

  • A beautiful song, of a person who wish he had never met their partner after their relationship turned unhealthy
  • Your eyes had closed to the tune, leaning your body against his wall
  • During the middle of the song, you heard another voice singing along, with the pluckings of a guitar
  • You opened your eyes, to see Jaehwan sitting in his clean, white bed, looking like an angel (and nothing like the screaming mess he had been the night before)
  • Your mouth unknowingly dropped open, as you intently watched his long, slender fingers brush the strings of his guitar
  • The song ended, and he finally looked up to meet your eyes
  • Seeing your reaction, he let out a laugh, and cockily laid back on his bed, claiming people normally responded this way to his “God’s Voice”
  • “Are you a singer?”
  • “An aspiring one. I write music too, but the industry is brutal.”
  • “I just realized, I never got your name?”
  • “Me neither, I’m Kim Jaehwan, I’m in a band actually, we do events sometimes, I’ll play you some more of my music, if you’d like?”
  • After that first taste, there was no way you could deny the full course
  • Listening to him sing, you began to forget about your stresses and responsibilities, and began to enjoy yourself for the first time in, well, a while
  • You talked with him instead of going home to study like you would on a normal Saturday, revealing more about yourself from your music preferences to your dreams and worries
  • And just like “The Night We Met”, you were fully aware that starting something with Kim Jaehwan might not work out in the end
  • But for now, you realized you wanted to enjoy what life decided to offer you: a healthy escape allowing you to appreciate the beauty of music and Kim Jaehwan.
How Dean should come out on the Show...

I daydreamed this up at work whilst evidently not working and wanted to share it with you… If only I could pitch it to Andrew Dabb…

Okay so picture the scene. A generic MOTW episode with Sam and Dean and no Cas because he is off hunting Lucifer apparently (though since this is MY episode idea instead I am gonna say that the only reason Cas is sitting this one out is because he is currently visiting Claire and Jody for some R&R and the bros are stopping off to deal with this very minor hunt on the way to meet him and the girls. So THERE BOB SINGER.)

Anyway. The hunt is pretty straightforward, its either a Vamp, a standard salt and burn or I dunno, a Rugaru whatever you feel like. The monster isn’t important. What is important is that this is a DEAN centric episode.They roll up into this sleepy little mountain town somewhere in Colorado (or wherever, location isn’t important either) and go to interview the first witness. 

The first witness is a guy in his late thirties who clearly used to be a looker but the years have been hard on him. He can be anyone you wanna imagine. (preferably for me I’d say he’s dark haired and blue eyed but that’s my own preference *wink wink*.) the guy immediately recognises Dean. There goes the FBI cover story. Dean is completely taken back by this guy and gets kinda goofy around him much to Sam’s surprise and amusement. The guy (we’ll call him Jake) is really happy to see Dean and starts talking about how long it’s been and how he thought he’d never see him again after Dean left town. There is clearly a back story here hence why we get a nice close up shot of Dean’s face looking all sad and reminiscing before we cut to…

Young Dean, about 17 years old (played by Dylan Everett of course) is in the town with his dad and Sam whilst his dad deals with another hunt and he is skipping school. Through some consequence or another, Dean meets the younger version of Jake and they become friends. 

Throughout the episode, the story skips between the past and the present showing just how close Dean and Jake became as teenagers, though the subtext is obvious, the audience is still completely oblivious and thinks they are just friends. In the present time, Dean is obviously awkward around Jake and Sam continuously teases him and tries to get more info out of him about him and Jake’s past, since Dean never mentioned him to Sam. Jake outs himself as gay/bi pretty early in the episode in a similar way to how Jenna did in 11x02. It is never focused on, just mentioned in a passing comment about his “ex boyfriend” or something. No one even raises an eyebrow of course.

Jake either already knows they are hunters (maybe his family were the victims of whatever John was hunting in the past) or maybe he only found out now because he was a witness to the present day monster (or maybe the two monsters are connected who knows) but Jake is determined to help the boys in the case in present day. This leads to him getting hurt bad (maybe he dies but I hate that trope with a passion so since this is my story and not Bucklemmings the gay guy LIVES.) Dean is pretty broken up about it. He goes on about never bringing people with them into the hunt and how dangerous their lives are and this is why they can’t have relationships. Sam raises his eyebrows but doesn’t say anything. The Drs confirm that Jake will be okay but he is sleeping and Dean can’t deal with it. He leaves the hospital with Sam on his heel and gets into the Impala. 

Sam asks why they are leaving? doesn’t Dean wanna say goodbye to his friend?

Dean just shakes his head. They ganked the monster but someone got hurt once again. Its best if Jake just forgets he ever met Dean Winchester.

We cut back to the past. Dean is upset that he has to leave another town, another school, because his dad is taking him away again. Jake comes running up to him asking him whats wrong? that its okay because they can just meet up again? He can get a bus and visit Dean where he is moving to. But Jake of course doesn’t understand Dean’s life and it just makes him more upset. The two boys hug and when they pull apart Dean takes the initiative. He kisses him. There is no ambiguity about it. It is innocent and sweet and in no way platonic. The boys relationship was more than friendship all along. When they pull apart Dean tells Jake he will miss him and then he leaves. Young Jake is left watching as young Dean walks away from him. 

We cut back to present day Dean. Sitting behind the wheel of the impala clenching his jaw. He doesn’t say anything but Sam just looks at him with a sort of pity. Sam may not know the details of what happened between them like we as the audience do, but he knows something, because Sam always knows. The impala drives off into the night and we cut to credits. 

In the next episode everything is exactly has it always has been, Cas is in the next episode and acts as he always does. Nothing else is different, but suddenly the audience has a different perspective on everything they see. Because you see, Dean Winchester kissed a boy when he was 17, and therefore Dean Winchester has been bisexual all along. Nothing has changed, and yet everything has. 


The Blue Stick

Pairing: Steve x reader  

Warning: Swearing. Pregnancy.

(Remember to always have protected sex people!!)  

A/N: This changes readers points of view. 

(Y/N) your name

(Y/H/C) your hair color

Things with Steve and The Avengers are great till you think you have the flu. When the stick turns blue everything changes, how are you going to tell Steve. Nothings going to be the same anymore and you’re not sure how you’re going to break it to Steve what if he isn’t ready, what if you’re not ready to give your life as part of the Avengers. Everything changes when something goes bad and the team including Steve is waiting for answers.   

“Are you sick?” Nat asks as she tosses you a bottle of water while you slide into a stool at the island she’s eyeing you suspiciously like you might be hiding something. You had finished your work out and Nat kicked your ass across the gym, which wasn’t unusual but this time you just couldn’t handle your own which was unusual.

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Subway Trains

Pairing: Lin X Reader
Word Count: 2,112 
Warnings: Little to no Angst!

A/N: *Pokes head out of clutter* “Hey guys! Uh, give me a sec…” *Shoves paperwork off of desk, throws textbooks out the window, crashes into pile of responsibilities, trips over projects, finally reaches laptop and sits down* “Whew!” I exclaim out of breath. “Hey! So it took me a while to write this story I’ve… *Looks back at the mess* …been busy. Hope you enjoy!

A young man stepped onto the platform you were waiting on. He teetered on his feet, holding a coffee cup in his hand. His hair was tied back into a dark bun that matched his black coat. He turned his dark eyes towards you. You looked down immediately at your feet. Hearing the hiss of the train coming to a stop pulled you out of embarrassment.

He watched you get onto the train car and sit down. You pulled out your laptop and began typing away at a report you had to complete. The man watched you type, thinking you didn’t notice. In your peripheral vision, you could tell the man was debating something. You had ridden this train a multitude of times, almost every day. Occasionally he would show up and always seemed to be captivated by you.

You saw him stand up, the train hasn’t come to a stop. He walked over to you. Oh no. You looked up from your laptop, acknowledging his existence. He gave a nervous smile.

“Hi, I-uh-I’m Lin, Lin-Manuel Miranda,” he quickly took his hand out of his pocket and extended it to you.

You smiled at him reassuringly and took his hand. “Y/N L/N,” you said.

“Can I sit?” He asked gesturing to the empty seat next to you.

“Of course,” you nodded.

He took the seat next to you and shoved his hands in his pockets again, his feet tapped excitedly against the bottom of the subway. “What are you working on if you don’t mind me asking?”

You looked at your laptop screen. “Oh! Of course, I was just finishing up a report on the ‘Ten most influential people on broadway’” you said smiling at him and turning your laptop to him.

“You’re a reporter? That’s awesome!” He exclaimed looking at the screen before him.

“Yeah, it’s pretty fun. What do you do?” You questioned.

“Oh I’m a writer too, but like I write music and songs, like for musicals and stuff,” he explained his eyes lighting up as he talked about his passion.

“Well Mr. Miranda you may just be on here one day,” you told him typing the last few sentences on the last candidate.

He smiled hopefully at you. He reached into his bag and pulled out a notebook and showed it to you. “Uh, I’m writing songs for a musical about a founding father that I think represents rap.”

You looked at him, curiosity and confusion painted on your face. “What?”

He laughed at you and handed you the journal. The page he had it turned to was titled “Dear Theodosia”. You looked at Lin and he was pulling out a book, “Alexander Hamilton by Ron Chernow”.

“What’s that?” You asked.

“The biography I’m using to write it,” he explained.

He handed you the book and you flipped through a couple of pages, skimming over them. “Interesting,” you mumbled.

You listened to him go on about the musical he named “Hamilton” he still needed casting and to write more songs. You eventually the train came to a stop, you looked up at the doors. You began packing your stuff away, as did Lin. The two of you walked out of the train, and onto the platform.

Lin grabbed your arm before you left. “Uh, can I um, do you wanna, well,” he breathed out in frustration.

“Exchange numbers?” You finished his question, offering an amused grin.

“Yeah, that,” he smiled nervously.

“Sure,” you shrugged and began pulling out your phone.

He did the same thing and excitedly handed you his phone, you smiled at his excitement and handed him yours. You clicked in the ten digit number and handed it back to him.

“Thanks,” he said.

“No problem,” you waved goodbye and began walking home.

As you opened the door to your New York apartment you smiled to yourself. Lin seemed like a great guy, speaking of Lin. Your phone buzzed from your pocket. You pulled it out and set your bag on the couch.

Lin: It’s Lin, I hope this is not too early to text you?

You: Nope, you can text me whenever you want.

Lin: Okay cool. Wanna meet up for coffee sometime?

You: I’d love to.

Lin: Great! Any idea of when? I basically work for myself so I’m pretty much open whenever.

You: Tomorrow at noon?

Lin: See you then!

You locked your phone and headed for the shower. After you were clean you laid in bed and watched Netflix.

You sat in the quaint little coffee shop Lin agreed to meet you in. You tapped your fingers against the cup of coffee and waited. You checked your watch, he was about 20 minutes late. You sighed, perhaps you were being stood up. You got up and threw away your cup, breathing in the cool air as you headed down the sidewalk. You opened your phone for the 12th time to see if Lin had texted you. Nothing.

“Not the first time,” you muttered.

Someone rushed past, bumping into your shoulder. “S-Sorry,” he said quickly looking at you.

You rolled your eyes and continued walking until you were spun around and met a familiar face. Except this time it looked frazzled and disoriented. Hair was everywhere half of his coat was off his shoulder.

“What!” You expression softened. “Lin?”

“Y/N! I’m so sorry I was late, well really late I didn’t mean to, I hope you didn’t think I would stand you up. You’re amazing and I was really trying to get here as fast as I could–” he explained, running his hands through his messy hair.

You pulled him into a hug, he froze. “It’s okay. At least you showed up and apologized,” you told him.

The tension in his shoulders dropped like a weight to the floor. He let out a breath and hugged you back. “Thanks.”

You backed away from him and laughed, your hands on his shoulders. “What?” He asked.

“Your hair, your coats hanging off, it’s quite funny.” You told him.

He pulled his coat up and you brought your hand up to smooth his hair down. “Can I make that coffee up to you now?” He asked.

You laughed again. “Sure.”

Together you walked back to the coffee shop and grabbed two cups and walked outside. You strolled the New York streets, talking, sightseeing, and enjoying each other’s company.

He ended up walking you home, you climbed the stairs to your apartment and pulled out your keys. You shivered and your hand shook as you tried to insert it into the keyhole. Lin came behind you, with his hand on the small of your back and the other on your hand, he helped you unlock and open your door.

“Thanks,” you chattered.

He nodded, “Anytime.”

“Do you wanna, I mean I guess, maybe,” you mumbled looking for the words.

“Come inside?” He asked finishing your question.

You smiled warmly, little did you know that your smile made the butterflies flutter. “Y-Yeah,” you stuttered.

He accepted and walked inside, closing the door behind him. He hung his coat on the rack, same as you. He grabbed your hand as you walked around the couch.

He looked like he was going to say something else but instead, he said, “God! Your hands are freezing!”

He took the other and wrapped them both in his. You smiled at him, he looked up at you and shared it. You plopped down on the couch and curled your knees to your chest and pulled a blanket over you. Lin sat next to you and nervously put an arm around your shoulders.

“Gonna share that blanket?” He asked, grabbing the remote and turning the TV on.

You lifted the blanket and leaned into him. He pulled the blanket over him as well and you stared at the TV. He stroked your hair and you slipped into the calming darkness.

You snapped awake, a tight pressure around your waist brought you to your senses. Panic washed over your body, you looked around, you were in your living room. You noticed the warmth under you. Looking back you sighed in relief, Lin was mumbling something in his sleep. His grip tightened around your waist again causing you to jerk forward slightly.

“Lin!” You whispered, pushing against his chest softly.

He woke up in a cold sweat and buried his head in your hair. “Lin?” You questioned. “Are you alright?”

He breathed in the scent of your hair and held you as if clarifying you were alive. He chuckled softly, “Ha, the first date and we already fell asleep together…” he trailed off.

You smiled at him, “It was perfectly fine till you squeezed the breath out of me,” you laughed.

“Sorry,” he looked down.

You reached for his hand and squeezed it. “What was the nightmare about?”

“N-Nothing.” He laid back down pulling you with him. “What time is it?”

You grabbed your phone off the side table. “2:37 am” you said.

“Looks like I’m not going anywhere.” He stated.

“I’m alright with that,” you said quietly. He hummed in agreement. You rested against his chest and fell back asleep.

The next couple of weeks went amazing, he stayed over occasionally, falling asleep together again. You didn’t mind it, it was comforting. Eventually after about two months or so he moved in with you. He continued to write Hamilton and you continued to report.

You had just come home from the writing the most boring article in all of New York. Lin poked his head out of your bedroom. “Long day?” he observed.

You groaned and walked to him after dropping your bag on the couch. You leaned against him and let him wrap you in his arms. “Go take a shower and we can go to bed early tonight.”

You offered him a tired smile and trudged past him and into the bathroom. You cleaned yourself and pulled on some pajamas. Lin was on his phone in the bedroom, he put it away when you plopped down on the bed next to him. He laughed softly and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. Almost immediately your brain sputtered its last thought and fell into sleep.

Waking up you noticed it was still dark outside. You heard Lin mumbling something in his sleep, he kept saying your name repeatedly. “Lin,” you whispered.

His grip tightened around your waist and you gasped for breath. You tried to wiggle out of his arms which only led to him shooting straight up, in a cold sweat. “Y/N!” He screamed.

Quickly you sat up next to him and began rubbing his back in an attempt to sooth him. “Hey, Lin, I’m right here it’s okay,” He had been having nightmares occasionally and he always told you it was nothing, you didn’t believe him.

He pulled you to him, holding you tightly in his lap. He rested his head on your shoulder and played with your hair. “Y/N,” he said quieter.

“Tell me what the nightmare was about, please? I don’t believe you when you say you’re fine.” You stated.

He looked at you. “Okay, it’s been going on since I met you. Nothing wrong with meeting you, your the best thing that’s ever happened to me!”

“Lin tell what the nightmare is about.”

“It’s about you…”

You looked at him. “W–What about me?”

He rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. “Well, you see we’re on a train, and it’s so vivid. Next thing I know you disappear. The train collides with something on the tracks and I can’t find you anywhere! I worry so much and I just want to find you and make sure you’re okay and then I see you. Or at least I think I do, who I think to be you is face down and motionless,” tears began to cloud his eyes.

“Shh, shh” you soothed. “Hey it’s okay, I’m alive aren’t I?”

He gripped you harder like his life depended on it. “I–I don’t k–know what I’d do with–out you.” He sobbed.

You kissed his forehead. “I don’t know what I’d do without you either. Shh, lay back down,” you coaxed.

You moved out of his lap and into your spot on the bed. He laid down next to you and held you firmly. His tears diminished eventually, you played with the top of his shirt as he relaxed on the bed.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you more, and I’ll always be there for you, no matter what,” you said.

He kissed your head and rubbed your shoulder. “I know.”

anonymous asked:

I read Honenuki got in through recommendation like todoroki and yaoyorozu why do you think he ended up in class B instead of A?

Oh, I’m pretty sure the sorting is somewhat casual - I say somewhat because I think the classes are made trying to keep the overall strength balanced between the two groups, but that’s about it? It’s not like class A is inherently better than class B just because they’re called “A”, it’s mentioned more than once during the story that the potential should be overall the same and the only difference is the battle experience class A has

Anon said: holy shit I lose my shit bc of that text of yours. I mean I knew already how the case was between Baku and Kiri, but it still hit my heart to read that all in one text. I’m so blessed welp X’D

I nearly cried while writing it so guess what you’re not alone anon we can cry together ( ձ ̥̥̥ ヘ ձ ̥̥̥ )

Anon said:  I started watching BNHA because I love your art and I wanted to understand it (came for Haikyuu!! stayed for everything) and oh wow I’m only 7eps in so far but I really like it!!!! Thank you! Your art is incredible keep up the good work! : D

AHHHH THANK YOU!!!!!! I’m glad you’re liking it!!!!!!!!!!!! <3<3

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anonymous asked:

hey im going to orientation in a few days and im rly nervous abt starting college, i was just wondering if you had any tips or any ~advice~ bc im like, lowkey freaking out ((also i also stage manage and i love musicals and astronomy (sry i was snooping around your about page)))

hey!!! ok i am so so so sorry this took so long lol i actually just went back to school myself to help out with a pre-orientation program and we’ve been having like 17 hour days so i’m Exhausted and haven’t had a lot of time to really give a thoughtful answer (UNTIL NOW). some of this is gonna sound cheesy, but this is Emma Danisnotofire’s Official Real List of Pro-Tips for College, so if it’s on here it’s true. that being said, i go to a medium/small school (4,000 students) in the middle of fucking nowhere, so some of my experiences are gonna be a lil different. most still apply. 

first off, it’s TOTALLY OKAY that you’re nervous. i know when i went i was highkey freaking out even more bc everybody else seemed to be just excited and i felt like i was the only one actually losing my mind from how scared i was. i didn’t sleep at all the night before i moved in. being scared is fine. you’ll probably be scared for awhile after you get there, too, and that’s absolutely okay. i remember it took me a solid few weeks for me to stop feeling nauseous from nerves whenever i woke up. i promise i promise this will go away. you will settle in and you’ll make friends and you’ll figure out where everything is and how things work, i PROMISE. 

second, once you get there, don’t be afraid to talk to people!! i know that sounds super cheesy and unhelpful, but seriously. talk to your orientation leaders!! they’re usually upperclassmen and 99% of the time they had to APPLY to get that position, and it’s because they’re so so excited to meet you!! i’m a mentor for this pre-o program (it’s arts-focused), and we all had to apply, and every single other mentor is super passionate not only about the arts but about making sure the incoming freshman feel comfortable and happy and at home right off the bat. we want to like you!! talk to us!!! talk to each other!! at my school, (bucknell), orientation is actually pretty fucking legendary (it’s 5 straight days of just. nonstop activities), so getting to know your group is always nice. good conversation starters include: compliment something they’re wearing/have done, mention pets, ask about what classes they’re taking. that’s usually where i start when i’m talking to my kids!! 

okay, now for some Actual Tangible Advice. most of this is actually taken from when i gave my friend natalie some advice about college, but it’s still applicable to you!! i’m putting it under a readmore bc It’s So Very Long, I’m Sorry, I Really Hope This Helps/Makes Up For Me Not Answering For So Long

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anonymous asked:

id ask abt something w ender eye ryan because thats such a cool AU ???? aaa

thanks for sending this! i wrote this on my phone so ill make it easier to read later lol. i imagine this takes place the night before ryans confrontation with gavin.

The worst part is that he can’t sleep anymore.

It was bad enough before, with chronic insomnia. The others could tell when he was starting to reach his wit’s end. Too many thoughts buzzing in his head, too many sensations keeping sleep just out of his grasp.

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Someday Darlin’ || Cindy x Fem!Reader

Purely self-indulgent Cindy fluff with a small side order of angst.

Taggin: @noxfreyas & @sonsoflucis bc they’re the only other not straight babes I know about currently

You were ripped away from the clutches of sleep to a muffled crash.  After getting over the brief paralysis from being startled, you groggily sat up in bed.  Taking a cursory glance around the room you realized that you were alone among the tangled sheets.  You would have wondered where Cindy had gone had you not heard the string of curses that followed the crash.  You bit back a sigh.  This was the fifth time this week you’d awaken to her working in the middle of the night.  It wasn’t even that she was working continuously.  She’d come and get ready and would fall asleep next to you, but she would always end up waking up at some point and begin working on some project.  Sometimes it was cars that had been brought to the garage, other times it was her making unnecessary adjustments to the weapons that were laying around.  You’d asked her what was wrong on more than one occasion, but without fail she would brush it off as nothing.  Nothing my ass, you thought as you pulled the sheets from around your waist.  

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potatoes-tomatoes  asked:

"I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified" (Wilde Hopps eeeyyy)

Winning Hand

Otherwise Titled: Judy is Remarkable and Nick is Royally Screwed

Fondly dedicated to my very good friend (and recent WildeHopps shipper) obbsessedturtle.

It’s early in their partnership that Nick decides, against all fraction of a doubt, that he likes Judy Hopps.

She’s not his type, Finnick would have told him. Had told him. Confident, intelligent, somewhat of an adrenaline junkie, a lover of all things justice with a cherry on top. Someone who’s out of his league by more than he can account for. “She’s better than you are,” Finnick tells him one night over a game of poker-

-chips on the table, faces set, game face on-

and Nick had slapped down a losing hand and had told him to go to hell.

It was just another way to say that he agreed. Because he did. Completely and horribly and wholeheartedly.

Judy Hopps was far out of his spectrum when it came to choice of mate, and choosing her, against whatever logic his mind could grab onto, hadn’t been something that he’d had much say in. His mother had always told him that instinct would win. Instinct always won-

-had the winning hand-

and no matter what, Nick would lose to it.

Nick never really lost anything. He’d failed. But he hadn’t lost. The cards were just not dealt much in his favor, and he picked what hands he could and for the most part he left either royally screwed or with a few coins in his pocket.

He never had the winning hand, though. Not ever.

This was the one time he wished he could have.

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Rain Pt.2

Am I someone who engraved, like the rain,
my existence to you?
If not, am I just someone
who came and went like a rain shower?

Rain | Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 |

I decided to post this in two parts, since it was too long, next part will be up in the next few days. Hope you enjoy the fluffiest thing I may have written in my short fic writer life.

Word Count : 4K

Genre : Fluffity flluffing fluff/ A tiny bit of angst.

Request based on this :  Hi I don’t know if your request are open but if it’s could you do a second part of Rain, please. When Jeongkook shows how he apologised whit you and everything. With a happy ending please. 

Originally posted by jinkooks

To say jungkook was trying would be an understatement. That much you could attest to. He made sure you would feel how sorry he was, how remorseful he still is, and you did. For the most part.

Most nights you would peacefully sleep in his arms, with not even a pinch of worry as you listened to his heartbeat, but other nights weren’t the same. Other nights, insecurities would swarm down on you, scenes of them together – scenes you’ve never witnessed – would stream behind your closed eyelids.

A faceless figure touching him, kissing him, and …

Your eyes shot open and you jolted out of sleep, not daring to see what your nightmare had for you next, cold sweat and shivers covering your body. You sighed. To night was one of those nights.

Did I make the right choice ? You thought rubbing your eyes in attempt to adjust them to the slightly bright room. It was already morning.

“ Are you okay ?” Jungkook sat up, half awake and a little dazed. An expression that would have made you burst into laughter with his messy hair. If it you weren’t for your state of … Fear.

“ Yeah, Just … a nightmare ” You smiled back at him.

“ You’ve been having them a lot lately ” He massaged your shoulder with a guilty and apologetic tone.

“ Go back to sleep, kookie ” You glanced at the clock by your bedside 6:25 AM “ You still have time before you need to get up ”

“ You do too ” He pouted when you drew the cover away from over yourself.

“ I’m already up, might as get a head start ” You straightened his hair, yawning.

“ Five more minutes, please, come here ” Jungkook pulled you down into his embrace, sinking further down the bed, and practically trapping you with his legs over yours.

“ You’re really heavy, you know that ?” You whined already breathless from trying to get away from him. Half trying.

“ I love you ” He whispered nuzzling your hair “ I really do ”

Your heart fluttered, a little painfully, and you inched closer. Wordlessly deciding to believe him, comforting yourself with his warmth you fell asleep again.

“ I missed that ” He spoke after he felt your body relax into a deep sleep “ You calling me Kookie”


“ Hey there, sleepy head ” Jungkook cooed as you stepped out of the bedroom into the kitchen.

“ Why didn’t you wake me up ? I’m going to be late for work now ” You whined, frustrated with him and more with yourself, seeing him hum an unrecognizable melody.

“ It’s sunday, you idiot ” He laughed shaking his head in dismay.

“ Oh .. Right” You shrugged idiot indeed “ I forgot ”

“ Sit down, I made coffee” He held up the two cups moving them to the dinner table.

“ Like you know how to make anything else ” You joked making your way towards him, leaving a light peck on his cheek.

“ Are you … Are you making fun of my cooking skills ?” Jungkook dramatically gasped “ How dare you ? ”

“ I should die for my sin ” You laughed as you sat down taking your cup from him. These days you weren’t reminded of then anymore by being like this, sat face to face on this same table, instead you enjoyed the time you were spending together even with vain discussions like this. It made you feel normal. Safe.

“ Why are we drinking coffee on a sunday ? Should I make you something ?” You looked up at him from your cup

“ Because I wanted to make you something but … ” Jungkook paused, not daring to continue, he knew if he was to say it you would tease him for the rest of his mortal life.

“ But … ” The grin on you face was growing at his shy expression “ Go on, say it.”

“ I don’t know how to make anything else ” He said quietly, hoping you wouldn’t hear but by the way you burst out in laughter, you did.

“ Well, you do make the best coffee ever so it’s okay ” Yes, that was the best you could do at comforting.

“ Was that a compliment ?” He looked up at you wide eyed and a childlike smile on his face. You couldn’t help but smile back. Your heart leaping undeniably.

“ Yeah, I’m completely capable of those” You laughed “ You just have to deserve it ”

Jungkook didn’t know why but that statement on its own was like a painful stab to his chest. Even though he knew you didn’t mean anything by it. Not what he was thinking.

“ What do you want to do today ?” He suddenly asks after a long silence of the both of you just sitting there each checking your phones like you always did before.

“ Clean ?” You stated, the obvious for you, putting your phone down.

“ The house looks clean though. Wanna do something fun ?” Jungkook said looking around the living room. Brat.

“ In your eyes it is ” You looked away. Your mouth mouth was too fast for you brain “  But then again a lot of things seem clean to you ”

Jungkook froze, taken aback by your sudden words. This was not going how he planned.

“ Y/N” He stuttered.

“ Forget about it. I’m sorry ” You were, you didn’t mean it. You really didn’t.

“ You have the right to still be mad at me ” There it was again. That guilty tone.

“ I’m not mad !” You yelled, standing up, “ It was just a slip of tongue okay ? Let’s not talk about it. Ever again.”

“ Babe ” He hugged you “ I love you ”

“ I know ” you circled your arm around him, burying your face in his neck “ I know ”.

“ By the way ” You hit his back for him to let go and he hummed, refusing to, for you to talk “ You’re acting really suspicious today ”

Jungkook laughed finally letting go, hiding his face “ Me? Not at all !”

“ What did you do ?” You pouted at him.

“ Hmm … Remember how you always talked about taking a week off from work ?”

“ Jungkook …” You started walking towards him as he stepped back.

“ Not me but someone might have called in to get it for you ” He smiled from ear to ear holding both his hands up in surrender.

“ Not you ?”

“ Definitely not ”

“ Come here ” You motioned for him but ended up being the one to close the distance pinching his stomach “ And why did the ” not you “ do that ?”

He groaned in pain when you twisted the skin you were able to grab hold of.

“ Maybe … Maybe he wanted to take you on a trip. Just the two of us” He smiled again and you slowly released him. Surprised.

“ Really ?” You asked and he dipped down to kiss your forehead.

“ Really. Go pack.”

“ Where are we going ?”

“ Somewhere warm and beautiful.”

“ You’re not going to tell me ?”

“ Nope” He teased earning him another pinch.

You quickly headed to your bedroom before stopping and abruptly turning on your heels to face him, slightly glaring at him.

“ Is it even sunday today ?” you squinted at him.

“ Monday ”

“ Jungkook !”


Not once did he let go of your hand while walking around somewhere in Jeju. That’s all you knew. From the moment the ferry dropped you off until now you just followed him around.

“ Are you sure we’re not lost ?” You said for the thousand time as you tugged at the back of his shirt. Your hands sweating from being held for so long.

“ No ! Absolutely not ! I know where we are ” Jungkook let go of your hand to get his phone out searching through the maps nervously “ And that is … Okay maybe we’re lost ”

“ Ah ! Jungkook-ah, really ? I told you to ask around 50 minutes ago ” You brushed your hair back from your face, tired and your legs hurting.

“ I knew I could do it myself !”

“ Clearly” You scoffed taking the suitcase from him and sitting on it to catch your breath “ You’re lucky I love you ”

“ I am ” He said absentmindedly as he looked around. You glanced up at him, something inside you feeling warm. Just two words were enough to bring tears to your eyes, why you were so emotional right then ? The exhaustion You justified.

You stood up again, stretching a little before smiling “ I’m hungry, let’s eat first then solve this. I saw a restaurant back there ”. Dragging the suitcase behind you, you pushed him forward before he could protest.

Jungkook just kept pouting throughout the whole time staring down his own food, moving the rice from one side to the other. He only looked up when he heard the camera shutter from your phone. Jungkook stared at you with scrutinizing eyes “ Why ?”

“ You looked ugly while frowning” You laughed “ I wanted proof for future referrals ”

“ I … ” He sighed looking back down “ I just wanted this to be perfect ”

“ It is ” You put your palm on his cheek, your thumb creating circles “ Good food, good view and an okay company. It’s perfect ”

“ An okay company ?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“ Don’t push your luck ” You joked “ Let’s get to the hotel first, we can turn this around. Still.”

“ Thank you, love” His expression brightened. You didn’t know why he was thanking you but you finally felt like you were able to breathe.

Jungkook was trying.

“ Finally ” You yelled out plunging down on the bed, rolling around in joy as he stood by the door watching you. You never realized how precious the comfort of the bed is until now, when you couldn’t take another step even if they killed you. The whole day was lost in trying to find this place which looked less like a hotel and more like a huge house run by an elderly couple.

“ I’m so~ tired ” you whined moving up the bed to lean back on the headstand before you looked at him “ Aren’t you ?”

“ hmm ” He nodded slowly moving towards the bed, leaving your luggage by the door, his eyes half closed “ I am”. You patted your side for him to lie down.

Jungkook rested his head on your thighs, his hands massaging the back of them and down your legs. “ I’m sorry. I thought I would know the way on my own.”

“ It’s okay, kookie ” You tangled your fingers in his brown locks “ We got to tour the island on our first day. It’s a good thing”

“ I love you ” He pushed further, hiding his face completely from you.

“ I love you too ” You whispered.


You looked away in the distance, a few houses located just a small walk away from the beach where you and Jungkook sat. He, as always, taking pictures of everything around him. Sneaking a few takes of you as well, when you weren’t paying him that much attention.

“ Wouldn’t it be amazing if we got a house just like that and lived here until we grew old, just the two of us ?” You breathed out laying back down on your beach towel. Neither of you wanted to swim since the sun was too hot and you were keen on keeping your complexion the way it is with no unnecessary sunburns.  

Jungkook put down his camera to look where you were pointing and nodded before turning his attention to you “ Just the two of us?”

“ Who else ?” You sat up again laughing “ Are you planning on adding anyone ?”

“ Kids ” He mumbled, shyly eying the sand as he passed his fingers through it “ Maybe ?”

“ Kids ? How many ? Don’t say a crazy number ” You glared “ I’ll leave you.”

“ Two ” He held up two digits with a bunny smile “ A girl and a boy ”

“ That sounds nice ” You leaned your head on his shoulder closing your eyes and breathing in the salty aroma of the sea “ Really nice. Just not now ”

Jungkook rubbed the side of his cheek on your head smiling “ Whenever you want ”

“ I’m tired of sitting down, let’s go ” You shook him awake after a few minutes “ I want to see the fish market ”

“ Fish market ?” He said baffled by your choice “ I thought you girls like beaches and flower fields ”. You just laughed standing up and dusting the sand off your clothes “ Are you coming or should I go alone ?”. He quickly followed.

It didn’t take you much time before reaching it, and just you thought it would be. The smell of fish and unrecognizable other things hit Jungkook’s nose immediately, he couldn’t bear with it. He always had a sensitive sense of smell, something you knew but seemed to forget in the moment. He put his hand over his mouth and nose as he walked with you. An excited child that was seeing the world for the first time, or at least that’s what you looked like to anyone else.

“ Babe, I feel sick ” He mumbled in your ear just when he couldn’t take it anymore. Jungkook didn’t want to disturb you happy time, asking about all the kinds of fish and their names then showing – scaring – him.

“ You don’t like the smell ?” He shook his head with apologetic eyes.

“ But I thought they used to call you Seagull in high school ” You laughed “ Don’t Seagulls love fish ?”

“ Y/N !” He screamed in frustration. However, he always loved that you knew a lot, maybe too much, about him. So did you.

“ Go wait for me somewhere, I’ll take a few picture and be right there. Hm ?”

“ Okay ” He nodded slowly “ I think our ’‘hotel” is just around there, I’ll be waiting for you in the cafe. Don’t get lost “. Jungkook kissed the side of your temple before handing you his camera.

” Right back at you “

” don’t even bring it up “

” Bring what up ?“ You innocently replied, blinking a few times.

” That I got lo- damn you “ And he fell right into it.


The next day was the same, the two of you walked around hand in hand, taking pictures of all the murals and paintings that decorated what was closer to you. It felt like a second honeymoon which depicted your second beginning. Or as you wanted to think.

You realized that a lot has changed in Jungkook, after spending these couple of days alone with him and uninterruptedly so, he smiled more when looking at you – the sincere kind -, he made those stupid jokes that made your entire entity cringe away from him, he was more affectionate than those hellish thirty days that you had to spend in pain.

With every giggle, every touch, every hug, and every kiss your pain was being wiped away. It wasn’t easy to forget but he made it a lot less hard to live with. He was yours, he made sure you’d know that, he had only eyes for you now. Which made it a little awkward from time to time that he’d stare at you for long quiet minutes like he’s never seen you before, then just smile like a child.

Jungkook changed. He was trying.

” Look at those “ Jungkook turned you roughly towards a store ” It will look goo-“

” Jungkook, no “ You made a I’m-disgusted-by-you face while inching away from him ” We are not getting couple shirts “

” Come on “ He whined ” We used to wear them a lot “

” That was when we were in college “ you stepped away even further ” I’m not wearing that “.

However, there you are, sitting down in a bright pink shirt that read ’'I love you ” in big bright colors like a teenager out on her first day. You didn’t really hate it. While Jungkook said he had to talk to the owner for whatever reason. “ It’s a secret ” He had told you before springing away into the abyss.

But at the end of the day, after all the wandering around and laughter, you liked laying on the bed in his arms as he hummed tunes into your ears. His warmth enveloping you in a protective cocoon, you felt loved.

He was acting the weirdest on the sixth day, you were to leave the day after so you spent the entire morning packing all your scattered stuff back into the luggage, he was no where to be found. You woke up to an empty bad with a simple not that said to pack and that he will be right back. It’s been six hours already and still no trace of him.

Jungkook, finally, opened the door to find you glaring right back at him. He smiled innocently, waiting for your wrath.

“ Where were you ?” you raised an eyebrow crossing your arms “ How could you leave me alone on our last day ?”

“ I know your mad but for now listen to me  ” Jungkook stepped in closer to you but stopped when you didn’t look so welcoming “ Did you bring any long dresses ? Particularly long white dresses ?”

“ You’re acting suspicious again ” You unconsciously looked down at your clothes wondering if you did “ What did you do this time ?”. He took matters upon himself, undoing all the packaging you spent your precious time figuring out. If you weren’t so curious as to why he was doing this, you would have murdered him right there and then.

“ This will do ” Jungkook pulled up a light long dress, mostly white, that you brought to wear at the beach but never really did “ This will be perfect ”. He handed you the dress pushing you towards the bathroom “ Wear this and do … Do something about your hair ”.

“ What’s wrong with my hai-” You couldn’t finish your sentence when the door was closed tightly with him still holding it on the other side so you wouldn’t be able to push it open. “ Jungkook! I swear to god I will kill you once I go out ”.

Yet, when you did come out, he just stared at you again. It the same manner which made you too shy to even speak. His eyes glistered and you would have mistook it for tears if you weren’t too preoccupied with straightening the fabric and fixing the few strands of hair that were already not behaving.

“ Are you really not telling me ?” You said as you stopped in front of a large wooden door, somewhere in the huge house you were staying at that you didn’t have time to explore and Jungkook opposed you doing so, you were about to find out why.

“ Our wedding. Well, second one ” Jungkook sheepishly said while offering you his hand. You looked up at him with a questioning look.

“ Is that why ?” Suddenly everything fell into place. The white dress, him weirdly not wearing his plain shirts and loose jeans and actually looking like a human being, the prolonged talks with the owner, and your trip here. “ Wait, Jungkook-ah … wait ” You said but had no time since the door was pulled opened and the music started.

There was almost nobody in the big empty space. A long path of flowers and small candles trailing down to where an older man stood, wearing the usual priest attire and a book in his hand. A few people, clearly employees, were giggling and whispering to each other while Jungkook started walking. You held onto his arm too overwhelmed and too taken aback to speak a word. You just kept looking around before your eyes fell on him and your head went clear.

It was like the first time, the nervous butterflies in your stomach as your father walked you down the aisle to hand you off you off to Jungkook, the prick of tears slowly turning into a well then a waterfall, the happiness.

“ Kookie ” You rasped when you both stood face to face at the end of the long aisle, tears dried on your cheeks.

“ I know this is not the most perfect ceremony in the world ” He started and already you could feel your heart beating faster and your eyes watering again. Jungkook reached for your hands holding them tightly in his “ I know I’m not perfect and that I wasn’t the best husband to you, that I don’t deserve you”

“ Don’t say that” you interrupted but he hushed you.

“ I know that I will have to spend the rest of my life trying to pick the broken pieces of your trust and I’m willing to do that and more. Much more. I’m lucky that you took me back, I’m lucky that you accepted an asshole like me ( you abruptly looked at the priest following the swear word who just laughed it off ) back into your life. I can’t promise you that our forever will be the best out there but I can promise you that I will, with all my heart, love you and only you forever. I can’t promise you that I will be the best husband but I can promise to try as hard as I can to protect, love, and make you happy just like you deserve to be ”

“ I love you too ” You took a step forwards to kiss him, ready for that forever, when a rough cough snapped you back into reality.

“ Not so soon, my child. I still have to do my job ’'The priest motioned for the two of you to part a little and everyone burst into laughter ” I know it’s hard but be patient for just a few more lines “.

You wiped your tears, repeating the vows you have given before then hearing him do the same, both of you putting more determination into them. Because this time, you wanted them to not remain as pointless words you were to say in front of your family and friend for them to clap and cheer. These were promises for just the two of you, for no one to make lightly of.

” You may kiss your bride, at last “ And yet another outburst of laughter as you tried to sloppily kiss between giggles and tears. You pulled away looking at him, tears in his eyes and cheeks flushed, he never looked so perfect. Jungkook seemed to be thinking the same as he dipped down again to capture your lips in his.

” You sneaky little shit “ You said as the evening he had planned for you ended and you were heading back to your room.

” Are you sure you want to call your husband a little shit the night of your wedding ?“ Jungkook laughed putting his arm over your shoulder and letting his lips lightly touch your temple.

” I can always change my mind “

” Nope, you’re stuck with me now. Forever.“ Hearing it didn’t sound that bad to you either but you weren’t going to agree, not going to give him the satisfaction of triumph.

” Jungkook “ You stopped him as you entered the room, his lips having already found their way onto yours, hands starting to wander ” I … “  

” We don’t have to go further if you don’t want to “ He kissed you again, hugging you closer ” I don’t want you to do something you don’t-“

” It’s not that “ You stopped him again ” I wanted to thank you. I know it’s been hard putting up with my mood swings over the last month and that I said some mean thing along the way. Thank you for this wonderful trip and beautiful 'wedding’ “

” You deserve much more “ Jungkook tightened his embrace on you for a moment before letting go completely ” Sleep, sunshine. We have to get up early tomorrow “

” No, wait “ You looked down at your own feet, embarrassed ” I want you. Tonight. I want to you “

” Are you sure ?“ He curled his finger under your chin tilting you up to look at him ” Say it one more time, please.“

” I want you “ You smiled, and Jungkook felt his world completed, pushing your body against his as he arched down to leave small and short kissed on your cheeks and forehead. Pampering you cutely.

Sorry for the slightly boring part and don’t kill me for stopping it here. Please.

Request for next part will be :  Where he make it up to the reader and she got pregnant and he just shower her with his love. just continue the story until the child has been born. Pretty please?? 😙 thank.you !!!!

Feedback, as always, is welcomed and needed. Thank you for reading, hope this made someone’s day better in the middle of these sad times <3 

Heartbroken Kisses- D.H.

Pairing: Dan x reader

Summary: basically heartbroken [Y/N] and best friend!dan but with a small twist:)

Requested: no

Warnings: Feels, some swearing

A/N: With all the hype of PINOF 8 I got a little carried away and honestly felt my heart exploding as I was writing this, pls enjoy even though it’s kinda sorta long😅😊


 “[Y/N], we have to go, are you still coming?”

You rolled your eyes, sitting up from the place you’d been laying on Dan’s bed.

“Of course I’m coming, Daniel.”

He looked at you almost surprised, seeing as how you’d been insisting all week that you weren’t going to come contrary to what you’d told Phil; almost surprised, because he knew you’d never actually go back on something you’d promised his best friend.

“Look, [Y/N], I know you don’t want to go, but just try and remember that it’s for Phil, yeah?”

“I know Dan, I’ve been trying for months,” you replied, somewhat annoyed.

Dan looked at you knowingly, he understood your situation and comforted you when you needed it; and right now, you looked like you needed it.

Coming to sit down next to you on his bed he sighed quietly, “[Y/N], I know you don’t like her but there’s nothing you can do. Phil loves her, and I know that you’re trying hard but just try to be supportive of that, even though it really sucks right now.”

You nod your head and lean onto his shoulder, closing your eyes as a moment of silence passes between the two of you.

“Dan, [Y/N], are you guys ready? We’re meant to meet Caroline in 15 minutes,” Phil had poked his head into Dan’s room, interrupting the moment you two had been sharing.

“Yeah, we’re coming,” Dan said standing up, you quickly following suit.

As the three of you left your apartment, Phil pulled you slightly back from Dan, “What was with you and Dan, hmm? Are you guys like a thing or something because the fans have been shipping it for years y'know?”

You laugh along with your best friend despite the sinking feeling in your chest, “Hilarious Philip, but no, Dan and I are not a thing or something,” you respond, placing air quotations around the words he’d used with your hands.

“Whatever you say, [Y/N],” he says, but leans down just before leaving to whisper, “Ya know I’d ship it if you did.”

You laugh and push him away from you, watching him walk ahead and fall into step with Dan, most likely asking him the same question. You walk closely behind your 2 best friends, dreading seeing Phil’s girlfriend of nearly a year, Caroline. It wasn’t that you’d disliked Caroline from the beginning, because you’d liked her quite a bit the first time you met her. It just so happened that once Phil had a girlfriend, your relationship with him had changed, almost drastically.

At the start, everything stayed pretty much the same, but as they dated for longer and longer, Phil slowly started to drift away from you; and that’s when you’d begun getting closer with Dan. Not that you weren’t close with him before, you guys had all been roommates for a few years now, but something about missing Phil’s friendship from your life made Dan take that place; whether you two had realized it or not. You admired Phil from behind, taking in each one of his features, you hadn’t realized how in love with him you were until Caroline came around; and by then, you were too late. You’d been trying to sort out your feelings for Phil for years, and the day you’d finally worked up the courage to tell him, he brought her home.

You’d been trying, in the 11 months since that day, to get over Phil; but nothing seemed to be working. No one you ever talked to seemed to make you feel the way your best friend had, and still sometimes did. After a quick ride on the tube, and a few blocks of walking, the three of you arrived at the restaurant where Caroline’s dinner was being held. You, of course, hadn’t really wanted to go, but Phil insisted you come; and with Dan’s encouragement, here you were. You walked in, sitting down a few chairs from Caroline, with Dan beside you.

“Congratulations, Caroline,” you said as cheerfully as you could manage.

“Oh, thank you so much [Y/N]. And thanks for coming,” she smiled at you as she replied.

You wished you were able to hate her; that she was a bitch or rude to animals or had some quality that could make you dislike her. But there was absolutely nothing wrong with her, she was almost perfect for Phil.

You listened as Dan said the same, handing her some congrats card that each of you had signed; you didn’t know where he had found it, but Dan knew you’d feel bad showing up empty handed and had helped you out by buying the card when he’d seen it. Once a few more people had arrived, dinner commenced, with a waitress coming over and taking everyone’s drink and meal orders. As soon as she was gone, everyone began chattering with one another; you, of course, didn’t know very many of Caroline’s friends and spent all of your time speaking to Dan beside you, and only answering people when spoken to. After dinner had been eaten, and dessert brought to the table, Phil stood up; glass in hand and clearly about to propose a toast to his girlfriend. He cleared his throat, catching the attention of the table as everyone quickly quieted down. Dan grabbed your hand that was sitting on your lap, rubbing the back of it for comfort as he knew whatever Phil was about to say wasn’t something you’d particularly want to hear.

“So,” he began, “I didn’t really know what to say, but I just wanted to make a small toast to my amazing girlfriend. Caroline, we’ve been together nearly a year and it’s been one of the best years of my life.”

You heart breaks a little, thinking of all the years you and Phil had spent together; whilst you were teenagers, when you moved out to attend uni together, starting your channels, sharing an apartment. It had always been “[Y/N] and Phil”, but for the last year it hadn’t really felt like it. Each year usually with some new step in your friendship, and how clearly, this statement meant that the years as “[Y/N] and Phil” just weren’t as good as the year of “Caroline and Phil”; that maybe you weren’t as good.

He continues, “I guess I really just wanted to say that I love you and, well, congratulations I suppose.”

With that, he began to sit back down, placing a kiss on Caroline’s lips as he did as everyone began clinking glasses with those around the table. You let go of Dan’s hand and picked up your glass, not wanting to be impolite.

((a/n there’s a time jump here of a couple of hours)) Dan’s POV:

[Y/N] was wasted; and when I say wasted, I mean, she was leaning on to me to walk and wasn’t really walking at all. The dinner party had somehow made its way to a bar and as everyone had dispersed to go dance, I was left with [Y/N], who had been sat at the bar nearly all night drinking.

“[Y/N], we’re home,” I say once we’ve made our way into our apartment.

I begin making my way toward my room when she begins talking from her place in the lounge, “Please can I sleep with you Dan? I-I don’t wanna be alone.”

It wasn’t uncommon, in fact, it was almost uncommon for y/n not to sleep in my bed. Ever since Phil had started seeing Caroline, [Y/N] and I had grown closer and closer. I’d never tell her but something about seeing her so torn up over Phil made me want to hold her until she was put back together. My life, it seemed, had becomes one of those stupid movie storylines where the girl I was in love with, was in love with someone else. I hadn’t always been in love with [Y/N], I’d actually never looked at her as more than a friend until Phil started dating Caroline. But somewhere between talks about her feelings and cuddling in my bed at night, I had fallen; hard.

I nodded my head, continuing my walk from the lounge to my bedroom. As I’m changing, I hear her walk by my door to get to her bedroom; most likely changing in order to come sleep. Although, something about her body language when she enters my room tells me that neither of us will be getting much sleep. She closes the door behind herself, laying down on the side of the bed that had been established “hers” the last few months; me, following suit and laying beside her on my back. [Y/N] immediately moves closer to me, resting her head on my chest while i wrap an arm around her waist; neither of us talking and instead enjoying the silence surrounding us in the dark.

I feel her sigh, her breath hitting my chest when she speaks up, “Why aren’t I good enough, Dan?”

I don’t answer, knowing she’s most likely going to continue, and she does, not long after, “I mean, it’s always just been “[Y/N] and Phil”, and now it’s just “[Y/N]” and I don’t know how to handle that… I haven’t been just “[Y/N]” since primary school. I don’t really know who she is.“

“I do,” I reply almost instantly.

She looks up at me, surprised, but I continue, “I know just [Y/N], and she’s pretty fucking great. Just [Y/N] is funny and intelligent and beautiful, and… Well I’m in love with just [Y/N]; even if just [Y/N] isn’t in love with me.”

I watch as her face changes from one of sadness to one of shock, and I can’t really believe i’ve just admitted that especially in such a cliché way.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, it was just; you were on about Phil and I needed to tell you, and I’ve been hiding it for months, and I-” my waffling is cut off by her lips on mine.

I slowly begin kissing back, not really comprehending what was happening.

“I-I can help you get over him [Y/N]. Or, I can at least try, just give me a chance?”

((lol going back i’m sorry)) [Y/N]’s POV:

You looked up at Dan as he finished his sentence smiling to yourself. Of course, of course Dan would be the one for you; it made almost perfect sense. He had been the one there to help you pick up the pieces.

You nod your head at him, leaning back up to kiss him for a second time, Dan responding immediately. Once you pull away, he lays back down with you on his chest again.

Immediately pulling you close to him and kissing your forehead, whispering a soft “Goodnight [Y/N],” before closing his eyes and beginning to fall asleep; you doing the same, contentedly sighing as you bury yourself into his chest as much as you could, the sound of his heartbeat quickly lulling you to sleep.


Genre: angst, slight fluff

Pairing: Reader x Min Yoongi

Word Count: 2,487 words

Summary: *REQUESTED* After an argument, you break up with your boyfriend. You get drunk to cope with your feelings and to attempt to forget everything.


The room was filled with screams and shouts. You screamed for him not to touch you, for him to leave you alone. He clung onto your sleeve nonetheless, asking you why. He said that he loved you and that things would get better with time.

But you didn’t have time to continue wasting with him. If he didn’t have the time to be with you, then why should you stay together? What was the point of it?

“Why are you doing this?” he asked, his eyes red and on the brink of tears.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you said. “I don’t want to.”

He grabbed onto your hands. “I’m doing this for us, Y/N. Everything I’ve been doing is all for you!”

“How long do I have to wait for you, Yoongi?”

“Y/N, please…give me a chance to make all of this better…”

“If I wait, how will things get better?” you asked, looking into his eyes. “You can’t answer that can you?” You took your hands from his grasp. “It’s better to end things now.”

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“Please don’t hurt her”-Nate Maloley

You pulled into the daycare to pick you your daughter. You walked to her classroom and signed the checkout sheet. You saw her little eyes fill with light and joy when she saw you. She ran to you and couldn’t stop giggling with joy. “You ready to go home and see daddy”,you asked her. She nodded her head and she ran to the car. You buckled her in and drove home. You parked the car in the garage and got your princess from the back seat. You walked inside to see Nate wasn’t home. There was a note on the counter saying “Hey, went to the studio. See you around 6, love you baby”. You smiled at the note and walked into the living room. You turned on cartoons for your daughter and went to do your daily duties. You started dinner which was cheeseburgers and fries. “Momma I’m hungary”,you daughter said coming into the kitchen rubbing her belly. You giggled, “its almost ready. Go wash your hands okay”,you said. “Okay”,she said running to the bathroom.

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You heard the garage door open indicating Nate was finally home. “Daddy, you’re home!”,you daughter yelled with joy. She ran to him and leaped in his arms. He caught her and spun her around. “Oh, how I missed my girls”,Nate said kissing your daughter all over her face. She couldn’t stop giggling and neither could you. He put her down and put her in her highchair. You pick her plate in front of her and she began to eat. “Hi lil mama”,Nate said putting his arms around you. “haha, hey baby”,you giggled. “I missed you so much”,Nate said kissing you. “eww”,your daughter said covering her eyes. You both laughed and ate dinner. 

“Hey Nate, will you bring me your dirty clothes? I need to start a load of clothes”,you said from the laundry room. “Yea, here. Did you want me to give her a bath?”,he asked handing you the clothes. “Ugh your a saint”,you said in relief. “Alright stinky butt, come here”,Nate yelled. You laughed and began to put the clothes in the washer. You fished through the pockets making sure no lighters, blunts, or any pieces of papers because you didn’t want them getting ruined. You pulled out a piece of paper with some writing on it. It said: $1200, 2grams, 145 Quincy Street. He’s selling again. You started the laundry and went and sat in your bedroom. “Mommy, come kiss you goodnight”,you daughter yelled. ‘Coming baby”,you said wiping a tear. 

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“Did daddy read to you?”,you asked her. Nate noticed you had tear marks on your cheeks. . She nodded her head and you kissed her. “I love you”,you said. “I love more mommy”,she said turned on her music machine and turned off the light. You closed her door and walked to your bedroom. “Hey, whats wrong”,Nate said standing behind you. He kissed your neck and you took in the moment. “baby, tell me whats wrong and i’ll make it better”,he said in your ear. You turned around and put the piece of paper in his hand. “Can’t fucking believe you Nate. Not again, we’re doing so good”,you said walking into your bathroom. “Look, I’m not working for them anymore. They just needed one run and I needed the cash”,He said grabbing your hand making you turn around. “We have money, plenty of money”,you yelled. “Well not for what I needed”,he said. “What was so fucking important that you needed to do this again”,you said. “a wedding ring”,he said quietly looking down. “Baby, I told you that doesn’t symbolize our love, I’m always yours”,you said. “But i wanna make it known. I’m tired of people hitting on you. I want you to be mine”,he said. “Well did you even go to Quincy Street”,you asked. “Yea, I got the money. I’m going to get your ring tomorrow”,he said smiling. You couldn’t help but smile back at him, I mean look at those dimples. “C’mon baby lets go to bed”,he said taking your hand. You both got into bed and cuddled. “Goodnight baby”. “Goodnight lil mama”.

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A loud crash awoke you from your sleep. You shot up and heard more glass breaking. “Nate, baby wake up”,you said shaking Nate. “Wha-What is it baby”,he said not fully awake. “I heard something break downstairs”,you said softly. “Okay, let so go see”,he said. “Nate, please be careful”,you said worried. “Its probably just an tree hitting the window”,he said opening the door. You got up and walked to the end of the hallway. “Hey, c’mon man my familys here. Lets just take this somewhere else”,Nate said to someone in the dark. “Nate, is everything okay”,you said. You then felt someone grab you and put something against your neck. “Look, come on man just let her go okay”,Nate said panicking. “Did you sell on Quincy or not”,the other guy said. “I didn’t go, look heres your money and 2 grams”,Nate said giving him the stuff. “So you just take my money and weed and don’t even sell it”,the guy yelled. “Look man, I was desperate for money okay”,Nate said. The guy pulled out a gun and held it up to Nate’s head. “No, no please. He gave it back now please just let us go”,you pleaded. The guy holding the knife against your neck made his grip tighter. “Shut the fuck up bitch”,he said. You started crying and crying. “Nate, you know I don’t like people fucking lying to me”,the guy said. “Well, well, well looks like we’ve got a family here”,the guy said looking at picture frame. It was a picture of all of us on Christmas Day. “Find the kid”,he ordered on of his men. “Nooo please don’t hurt my baby”,you screamed. “What do you want, I gave you everything back”,Nate yelled. “Too late, you broke my trust Nathan”,he said. 

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You heard crying coming from your daughter’s room. “Mommy, mommy!”,she cried. “Daddy, I want my daddy”,she cried out. He brought her into the living room and she saw us crying too. “I’m scared”,she cried. “Its okay baby, daddy is gonna fix it”,you said. “Please don’t hurt her”,he said. “Yes Nate, fix it”,the guy said. “What do you want”,Nate said through his teeth. “Your wife is a fine catch”,he said. You were going to throw up. “I’ll let you all go, if she becomes mine. Or one of you can be shot”,he said. “Look I gave you everything back, now please let my family go. I’ll work for you again. I’ll do anything”,Nate pleaded. “No Nathan, that won’t work. “Bring the two girls over here please”,he instructed the two men holding you and your daughter. They tied you both to chair and tied your hands and feet. 

“Nate, please help us”,you cried. “mommy, hold me”,your daughter cried. “I can’t baby, I wish I could”,you said looking at her beautiful face. She kept crying and crying. “Now Nate, since you killed your trust with me, you must kill something”,he said pushing Nate in front of both of us. He handed a gun to Nate. “No, no I can’t. Kill me,kill me instead”,he said trying to hand the gun back to him. “Nope, you kill one of them. The love of your life or your little princess”,he said.

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Nate started crying and looked at both of us. Your daughter didn’t understand what was happening. You started crying and you looked at Nate. “Nate,just kill me”,you said. “She hasn’t lived yet, she needs to grow up and seek life”,you said. “I can’t do this, I love you. You’re my soulmate”,Nate said kissing you. “I know, but you’ll meet someone new and raise our princess”,you said smiling. “No, no I need you”,he said. “Nate, don’t choose me baby”,you said. “Will you please just choose one of the bitches”,he said. “Shut the fuck up”,Nate said. “Fine, we’ll choose for you”,he said. He pulled out the gun and shot your daughter. “Noooo, my baby”,you screamed. “Now, we’re even Nate”,he said leaving the scene with all his men. Nate untied you and you couldn’t believe your princess was gone. You fell to the floor crying uncontrollably. Nate held you and rocked you. “This is all my fault baby, I’m so sorry baby”,he said kissing you and crying. 

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The police came and you told them everything that happened. You laid in bed all day and all night for three days straight. Nate didn’t talk to you because he felt so guilty. Today was the day of the funeral. You got up and made yourself look presentable. You walked into the living room and flashbacks from that night just kept popping up in your head. Nate was standing there in the kitchen looking at the spot. “Ready”,you said. He smiled at you and nodded his head. 

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One year later

You and Nate were doing better since that night. You had to move out of that house. And you and Nate had become closer than ever. You still think of her every single day. You and Nate are talking about having another baby, but you didn’t want to replace her. And you didn’t want the baby to later think its  here just because their sibling died. We did want more kids after her. You’ve also you’ve been going on tours with Nate. The fans are the sweetest things ever. Nate loves them so much. Ever since the whole thing that happened, hes gotten closer with his fans. Making more and more events and tours.  He pretty much treats them like his own kids.

anonymous asked:

Could you do something for RFA+V+Saeran with a MC who has BPD? If you're uncomfortable with this ask it is okay to say no. I appreciate it anyway. :)

i really hope i can do this request justice ^^


  • for a long time he thinks MC just wants to leave him
  • the MC he knew in the messenger was nothing but kind and sweet…
  • but ever since he started going on dates with them, they’ve been really standoff-ish
  • not answering his calls or texts, being irritable on dates…
  • lashing out at him…
  • he just doesnt get it
  • Yoosungs cried himself to sleep for the past three nights
  • he’s just waiting for MC to up and leave him
  • one morning him and MC got coffee together
  • they seemed to be acting like their usual sweet, happy self
  • until the moment the two sat down at a table
  • suddenly they were sullen and acted like they didnt want to be there
  • “do you hate me?”
  • Yoosung didnt plan on saying that it just sort of slipped out
  • MC sighs and buries their head into their hands
  • “i dont hate you, Yoosung, i just forgot to take my meds this morning”
  • they explain borderline personality disorder to him
  • “it was so easy to act a certain way over the messenger but now that we’ve met…”
  • MC starts tearing up
  • “…its just hard to keep this hidden…”
  • Yoosung grabs MC hands from across the table
  • “i promised i would take care of you and i meant it”
  • Yoosung wasnt the same child MC met in the messenger
  • he wanted to take responsibility for them
  • Yoosung right then and there offers to move in with MC
  • he can make sure they stay on their medication, and make sure they get to their therapy appointments safely
  • Yoosung matures so much through learning to love the real MC, personality disorder and all


  • at first him and MC just fight
  • he doesnt want to, but MC seems like all they want to do is fight
  • even him being held back late at rehearsal is enough to set them off
  • he needs relationship advice but lets face it, he’s the one the RFA would be going to for relationship advice
  • but that day it was bothering Zen more than usual, so he entered the chatroom to see if anyone was there
  • they only other person logged in was Seven…
  • ZEN has entered the chatroom
  • he wanted to ask for help but if they talked about MC in the public chatroom it would seem like they were gossiping
  • so he decides to message Seven privately
  • he talks about how MC will be sweet at some times, but then aggressive at others
  • and some days they’ll practically worship him and others they’ll act as if he’s as insignificant as a single grain of sand
  • Seven does some research
  • “Zen, i think MC might have BPD”
  • “…BPD?”
  • “borderline personality disorder”
  • that night, Zen spends hours and hours researching BPD
  • he didnt know anything about it before, but he reads stories and looks into medical treatments and what places he could bring MC to locally that would help
  • the next time him and MC meet up, he brings it up
  • they admit to having it, but said they were too afraid to tell him or even seek treatment
  • Zen wraps MC up in the tightest, warmest hug you can imagine
  • “i love you”
  • “i love yo-”
  • “i’m not finished. i love you more than i’ve ever loved anyone. when i was confused and hurt you were my light. you helped me and…now it’s my turn to help you”
  • Zen gets MC the help they need. he schedules the doctors appointment. he helps pay for therapy and medication
  • he is with them every step of the way, holding their hand
  • Zen never gives up on MC


  • Jaehee thinks a coffee and a good snack will fix any bad mood
  • but she doesnt realize that whats going on with MC is more than a bad mood
  • she’s really confused by their behavior at first
  • she doesnt take the harsh words to heart, but feels really worried when day after day, MC seems…upset
  • it wasnt until MC left their pills on the counter that Jaehee found out about it
  • “topiramate..?”
  • she read aloud the name of the medicine
  • she then sat down to try and find out what the medication was for
  • mood stabilizer….often used for borderline personality disorder…
  • MC…has BPD?
  • Jaehee waited for them to come home
  • “Jaehee! i’m home!”
  • “oh, MC, we need to talk about something…”
  • she held up the abandoned pill container
  • MC starts apologizing, saying they shouldnt have kept it from her
  • but Jaehee just smiles and hugs MC
  • “you dont have to apologize, i’m just glad youre getting the treatment you need”
  • the most important thing to Jaehee is MC’s health, physically and mentally
  • so after that it becomes Jaehee’s #1 priority that MC take their meds on time and make it to every therapy session


  • since MC started acting differently, he lives everyday in fear
  • the way they act makes it seem like they could up and leave at any moment
  • he does something new for them everyday, whether it be buying them something new or cooking something for them or treating them to something special in general
  • he just needs them to stay
  • one night him and MC are laying in bed together
  • they were trying to sleep when MC suddenly hears faint sniffing noises
  • they sit up and turn on the lamp on their night stand to reveal that Jumin was crying
  • “Jumin, whats wrong?”
  • he sits up, wiping a tear away from his eyes
  • “are…are you going to leave me? i cant sleep because i’m afraid youll leave in the night”
  • he buries his head into his hands and mutters through sobs
  • “please dont go, my love…”
  • Jumin feels the warm embrace of MC, though all he can see are his palms
  • “i’m not going anywhere, ever. i promise”
  • Jumin asks why they’ve been acting so short with him
  • did he do something wrong?
  • “no, no, its not you. ive been trying to work through my mental disorder lately…i guess its not going well”
  • “mental disorder?”
  • “yea. i have BPD”
  • the very second those words leave MC’s mouth Jumin gets up to schedule a doctors appointment
  • he finds the best medication, the best treatment money can buy
  • he is going to make sure that his angel gets the help they need


  • Seven notices right away
  • when he stays with MC, they’ll act like he’s the love of their life one day and then the next day yell at him for hurting them so badly
  • Seven is very understanding
  • he’s no stranger to mental illness
  • whenever MC becomes irritable he reminds himself that its their BPD talking, not them
  • as Seven falls deeper and deeper in love with MC, he wishes more and more that they would seek help
  • it gets to a point where MC refuses to eat, and doesnt sleep very often either
  • he ditches work to cook for them but they wont eat his food at all
  • one day Seven sits down with MC to have a serious talk with them
  • “why arent you eating, sweetheart?”
  • “i dont wanna”
  • “do you think…maybe its your BPD messing with you again?”
  • “i dont know”
  • Seven sighs and holds MC’s hands
  • “if we could just go see a doctor…”
  • they instantly rip their hands away from him and stand up
  • “no way! you wanna send me so some shrink?! fuck that!”
  • Seven looks up at them, pleading
  • “i dont want to send you to a shrink, i want to help you”
  • “why do you wanna help me so bad anyway? just leave me alone”
  • Seven stands up, moving closer to them
  • “because you helped me. you helped me feel happy again. you helped me feel warm again. you helped me remember what it was like to feel important, to feel loved”
  • he hugs MC
  • “this is me loving you the way you loved me”


  • he is not going to make the same mistake twice
  • V recognizes MC’s behavior even before they admit to having BPD
  • they hid it from him because they were afraid that after Rika, he would leave them if he found out about their illness
  • V smiles at MC, grabbing their hands and kissing them
  • “you wont get rid of me that easily”
  • V is no fair-weather friend
  • he’s standing by MC no matter what
  • not standing over them, but standing right next to them
  • he’s ready to be encouraging, not responsible
  • they need help, professional help
  • it takes a few months before MC is willing to receive the help they need
  • V waits for them, knowing that you cant help someone if they dont want it
  • during those months he sticks with MC through everything
  • every mood swing, every aggressive outburst, every job they cant get
  • at one point, MC begs V to leave them
  • but he wants to see this through, he needs to see this through
  • when they finally agree to go to the doctor with him, V cries
  • its really happening
  • his angel is going to get real, professional help
  • maybe now they can be happy with him


  • him and MC have never had a perfect relationship…
  • but since they’ve been together more, its non-stop fighting
  • MC will get angry over the smallest thing or suddenly accuse Saeran of something he never did
  • and he’s developed a habit of being very defensive, so they usually just end up arguing
  • neither one wants to back down
  • it often escalates to yelling
  • but one particular night when they’re fighting again, MC starts crying instead of spitting back at him harshly like they usually do
  • they fall down to their knees, sobbing
  • Saeran instantly sits beside them, apologizing
  • he wraps his arms around MC as their body shudders
  • “you d-dont have to apologize, this is all my fault”
  • “no, its not your fault at all. its mine”
  • he holds MC tightly
  • all he wants is to be with them
  • all he needs is to be with them
  • why does he keep fighting with them? why is he like this?
  • “no, its me. its my personality disorder…”
  • Saeran closes his eyes, hugging MC so tightly his body starts shaking a little
  • “i dont give a fuck about a personality disorder”
  • MC pushes him away, eyes red from crying
  • “wh…what are you saying?”
  • Saeran has to hold back tears himself
  • “you loved me when i thought no one else would. i was in hell and you came down, grabbed me by the hand, and pulled me out”
  • he shut his eyes tightly
  • “you told me you loved me when i thought i would never hear those words again…” 
  • Saeran would do anything to stay with MC
  • he doesnt care about the mood swings or the aggression
  • he’s going to get them help, and he’s going to hold their hand
  • just like they held his


Behind The Scenes (8/???)

Author’s Note: I’m back. Sorry I haven’t been able to update it all. I wish I had taken my computer with me (but its not like I really had WiFi to begin with)

Genre: some fluff (Suga)

Word count: 1477

Other Parts: HERE

This GIF is mine. I made it based off of this scenario series.

The next few days became a routine. You went over to the dorm at 6:30 am, ate breakfast with the guys, got picked up by the manager. On the morning ride, Jimin sat on Jungkook’s lap. You would spend the day watching BTS practice their choreo or waited outside while they recorded in the studio. You would be their little servant, doing whatever they asked of you, like getting them food or drinks or cleaning or cooking for them, etc. On the rides back to the dorm you sat on Suga’s lap. At the dorm you would either converse with Suga or Jhope or Jin. Before you left, you would get instructions from Rap Monster about the next day, you would buy beer for Suga, then V would take you home. In general, the most of the guys got comfortable with you and told you to start calling by their real names or by their nickname.

Now that you were aware of his addiction, Jhope freely popped pills in front of you, and he took them often, very often. Suga went back to ranting about being stressed. But since you helped out a lot, he would just drunkenly complain about the same things. You began to notice his habits. Most of the time, drinking was what helped him get to sleep. He was always so grumpy with the guys because he was always hungover. Luckily, he wasn’t grumpy with you nor anyone else on the staff. Even though it was his fault he was not feeling well and slept more trying to get over a hangover, you admired that he still pushed himself to do well and practice despite not felling 100%

You figured Jimin would have started to get used to you by now, but he wasn’t. He still didn’t like you and would still be mean to you. You discovered that he would leave you alone whenever you were with Jin, making you stick yourself to Jin’s side whenever possible.

You and Jin got along well, not exactly like best friends or anything, but a mutual liking of each other. He always told you he was glad Rap Monster made you his personal assistant. He liked how helpful you were. You helped him cook and clean and look after Suga and Jhope if they ever over did it with their stuff and didn’t feel too well.

You noticed that since Jin had more time to himself, that he was on his phone more and more. Not necessarily on social media, but it was more like he was texting someone. You began to wonder if he was secretly dating someone. It got to the point that he would drop whatever he was doing to check his phone.


One day, you did your usual routine and went to go check in with Rap Monster before going home. He told you he had some good news for you. “Tomorrow is the day that you get a company car! Things are gonna be done a little different tomorrow. Instead of coming here, wait for us outside your place. Well get there at around 6:30. Someone will be driving the car to you and when you get the keys they’ll go back in the van with us. Then we’ll all take off to the studio. And instead of spending the day stuck with me and the guys, you’ll be dropping off and picking up things up for me like you did on the first day. It should be easier for you now that you have the car.”


The next morning you waited outside your apartment building. Right at 6:30 you saw a small, black car with heavily tinted windows driving up to you. It was closely followed by the BTS van.

The car parked right in front of you. Suga jumped out of the driver’s seat. He walked over to you and handed you the keys. Then he turned back and signaled for the van to go on its way. He turned back at you and told you he was going to ride with you today.

You went closer to him. Very close to him. You held your face an inch away from his and inspected him closely. You squinted at him suspiciously while he stared back, looking at you like you were a freak.

“What the fuck are you doing? Get away from me!”

“You aren’t drunk or hungover are you? If you are, I’ll beat you for being so stupid and driving in this condition!”

“Of course I’m not! I’m not stupid! C’mon let’s go. Namjoon will kill us if I’m late.”

You both step into the car. “So why didn’t you go in the van with the rest of them if you are so scared of being late?” you asked

He threw you a gummy smile and said “After driving in this car I didn’t want to be back in that van. This car is too nice” he emphasized, while gently caressing the car around him.

“I forgot how far you place was from the company. It must suck having to go to our place then having to go to the company right after and then come back, day after day” he added

“Ha! It is, but obviously you guys deal with so much more. How can you forget all the traveling you do?”

“Well yeah, but I’m used to it already. You aren’t. But you’ll have to get used to it soon though; we have that small tour coming up!”

“Ugh, please don’t remind me”

“Stop being so grumpy. That’s my thing!”


“I’m just glad Tae has been walking you home. I’m scared something could happen to you. You always leave the dorm really late. You don’t wanna know what type of people that are out there.”

“Awwwww look at Suga being so concerned. Who knew you cared?!?”

“Shut up… why is there no music on?”

You two move to turn on the radio and your hands accidentally touch. He looks to you and quickly slaps your hand away. “Let me deal with the radio. I have better taste in music.” He said. He turned the radio on but he left the volume really low. He leaned back in his seat and looked to you. “So do you actually like working for Namjoon and well, the rest of us?’ he asked

“Why are you so talkative today? Are you sure you aren’t drunk? You’re only this talkative when you’re drunk.”

“A guy can’t be happy that he does have to ride in a crowded van? It’s so tight in there I feel I can barely breathe, let alone talk when I’m in there. Plus, I saw something today. It gave me some inspiration for a new song.”

“The day barely started what could you have possibly seen that could give you some inspiration?”

“Just something” he replied teasingly

“It’s the car, isn’t it?          

“Yeah”, he said stealing a glimpse at you. “it’s the car.”


At the company Suga went straight to the studio and you headed to the tiny office. On the small desk there were more boxes than the last time. You looked down at the addresses and there were only 2 or 3 more places to go to. More boxes were labeled to be taken to each place compared to the last time. You were relieved you had a car now. you couldn’t imagine how long this would have taken if you did it like you did the last time.

However, despite having the advantage of your own car, you spent the entire day taking the boxes where they had to go. First you went to the places you knew from the last time, but what took up your time was trying to find the newer locations. They were much harder to find and you spent your time trying to find your way around every time you got lost. All the traffic didn’t help either. You took so long that you didn’t get done until after BTS finished their practice. Luckily you were on your last round of boxes and you didn’t have to go back to the office anymore.

Rap monster had texted you to drop off any stuff meant for him at the dorm. You didn’t have to go back and take them to the office. When you finished you organized his stuff and headed to the dorm.


You made your way to the dorm with an armful of stuff for Rap Monster. You let yourself in and walked in on V playing with a small boy on the living room floor. The little boy was dressed in a Mario shirt and jean shorts. He looked to be about 4 or 5 years old.

“Tae?” you called out, walking closer to him. “Who is this little boy?”

I hope you all still like this part. I know this part seemed to be made up of mostly fillers, but I didn’t want to give to make this part too long. I didn’t want to give too much away and this post just would have be sooo long. 

Operation OZ

Chapter Three

Read it HERE on AO3

Ch. 1 / Ch. 2 / More SamWELL

“Motherfucker!” Derek cries, holding his nose. Dex at least has the good grace to look sheepish, though it’s only a subtitle to his pissed expression. “What the fuck was that for?”

“I’m not used to other people touching me.” Dex says, and it sounds like half an apology, which Derek figures is all he’s going to get. “I forgot I wasn’t back in– back home.” Dex wrinkles his nose in a way that lets Derek know that that’s not at all what he wants to say, which makes him curious.

“Where the hell did they even keep you?” he asks, getting up off of the floor. His nose isn’t broken, though he makes a mental note that Dex has a killer right hook. He wasn’t one of those defenseless Q types, then. “It definitely wasn’t at the HAUS; I’d’ve seen you before now, if so.”

“Maine.” Dex says, rolling his shoulders and settling back into his seat, seemingly more calm. “Like, really fucking remote Maine. Cabin in the woods type of deal, except with really good wifi. It wasn’t too bad.”

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