moments you regret

I’ve been walked on, used and forgotten and I don’t regret one moment of it because in those moments, I’ve learned a lot. I’ve learned who I can trust and can’t. I’ve learned the meaning of friendship. I’ve learned how to tell when people are lying and when they’re sincere.
And maybe love isn’t always a kiss on a forehead but rather a hug and a kiss that say’s “I’m sorry let’s not fight” than spilling words out to each other in the heat of the moment that you would regret later. Maybe it isn’t about buy her diamond ring’s and lace underwear excepting her to wear it for you later that night. Maybe it’s leaving her pill bottle next to her phone with a glass of water as a reminder that thing’s can get better with a little help. Maybe love isn’t about giving fifty fifty each way, maybe it’s about giving 100 when that person greatest demons come to visit for the day. Maybe love isn’t about writing about how beautiful her body was the first time you saw it and how you’d have never seen anything more raw and natural. Maybe it’s about writing how she makes your soul dance in the rain of sunshine and how it also makes your heart ache from time to time when both sides are being stubborn. Maybe it’s not about a vow that you both swear to keep but a understanding that sometimes things don’t work out and sometimes they do. Maybe it’s not about saying I love you every second of every day but showing that love in the simplest of ways like “call me when you get home so I know you’re safe.” Maybe, just maybe you’ve been looking for love in all the wrong places and maybe even the wrong people. Maybe the kind of love that you are so hell bound on searching for is taking your pills without no one reminding you or dying your hair the color of the sky because that’s the only time when you feel closest to your real self. Maybe the kind of love that you are searching for in another person is already right in front of you when you look in the mirror. Maybe that’s where you’ll find your one true love. Maybe it isn’t a her or him or someone but a you, maybe just maybe you can find the love that you long for in yourself and maybe just maybe if you’re lucky enough you’ll also meet a person who makes your heart dance in the rain. Maybe that’s what love is, loving yourself or maybe it’s not. I don’t know but when I do I’ll let you know.
—  Deeply Feeling Series

If you are young and lost - things I’ve learned so far in college:

1. Do not go looking for validation of your beauty or self-worth from a boy. If you do not already believe in your own worthiness, it can only be dangerous to try to find it from someone else.
2. No one is going to look at you and see all the flaws that are constantly running through your head.
3. Don’t ever regret trying. For once, don’t be the fearful one. Someone needs to be the fearless one. Let it be you.
4. Always be as confident as you are on your good days.
5. Remind yourself that you do have good days. When a good day happens, be grateful and don’t forget it.
6. Forming relationships with people will help you grow and learn. No matter what kind of relationships or how they come to be or end.
7. You are better than you used to be, and you should be proud of yourself.
8. Talking about it with a friend will make you feel better.
9. You are important. You can’t let yourself forget that. You’ve suffered for too long doubting that you were important.
10. There are things that make you love life. When the weather is nice, when someone tells you that you are good at something, when you choose to socialize, when you get a good grade, when you try a new food, when you discover a new song.
11. Compliment people. It will make them happy, and it will also make you happy.
12. Nobody is perfect. Everyone has their insecurities. Fake it till you make it. Fake that you have confidence until you actually do have confidence.
13. Don’t be disappointed if someone doesn’t like you like you were hoping. There are/will be people who do like you a tremendous amount.
14. Don’t be so focused on appearances, but do have the confidence that you are not ugly.
15. There’s no point in comparing yourself to another girl, especially if you don’t know her.
16. Don’t take your friends for granted.
17. Don’t regret staying up late with friends, even if you have school or work the next morning. These nights make college memorable.
18. The less you eat processed foods, the happier you will be. Buy natural foods and cook them yourself.
19. There are people who love you, so why is it that hard for you to love yourself?
20. Always make eye contact and watch your body language.
21. Picking at your skin when you’re stressed about something else is a stress reliever at the moment but you will ALWAYS regret it right after.
22. Don’t let other people ruin your favorite songs.
23. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying meaningless sex. But be prepared for the nights you find yourself feeling unfulfilled and wondering if you don’t deserve more.
24. Sometimes in life you have to hurt someone. But always put yourself first above any boy.

—  screwful 
Jealousy pt.1

Originally posted by nnochu

•Bad language
•Reader x Jungkook
•Filthy, filthy smut
•Took me ages writing this
•Daddy kink
•I’m going to hell for this
•Dirty talk
•Rough, against the wall sex

Don’t take the comments seriously, its just a joke, I don’t wish to purposely insult bts

Summary: Taehyung is jealous of your relationship with Jungkook, Kook reminds you who you really belong too

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Do you ever think about what it will be like for us shippers and just readers of fanfiction in general when we are old. And I mean like 90 years old, in case we get the privilege to live that long.

Do you ever think about the fact that after all the challenges of life you will have been through, all the pain and suffering and laughter and love you will have felt, you will be sitting in a squishy armchair, perhaps a cup of tea in one hand and a phone or tablet in the other and you will stumble upon one of your favourite fics that you read when you were still so, so young.

You will begin to read it, a warm feeling of nostalgia will overwhelm you as if someone had lit a warm fire in your old and bruised body. And you will smile and laugh and cry with your favourite stories again, all the more precious this time because you know life is running out for you and this might very well be the last time you get to feel these words about your favourite people in your favourite imaginary world. 

It will remind you of all the stories you’ve read, where you read them, what they taught you and how much more beautiful your life was because of them. At that moment you won’t regret a thing in your life, because, no matter what you’ve been through, it has all led to this wonderful humbling feeling of love.

Requested by: @weallhaveadestiny

“Hello there! Hope you’re okay! Was wondering if you could do a reader x bill skarsgard where reader meets bill for the first time in stockholm, she doesn’t know he is an actor, and he wants to keep it that way. But, fans get involve. Rest is up to you if you feel inspired :) xx “  

Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Reader      

A/N: Okay.. this is the first time I’ve write something with Bill, I‘m having a really bad crush on him and I can’t deal with him an his green eyes and everything. He’s such an amazing actor! I was in shock when I saw him as Pennywise.  Sorry for my horrible english, I swear I’m trying my best. :c

Title: Fika

You had spent the last twelve hours on a plane traveling to Stockholm on a trip that you had planned with your friends, they were dead tired and seemed that no one were interested in spending their first day out of their country exploring the big city, but you were an energetic girl, you used to be quiet and reserved in some things but your energy for everything was very impressive, you were that kind of people that just seeing them transmitted good vibes, so you decided to go out alone, you were not going to miss a single day of your trip.

You left the hotel where you and your three friends were staying and started to walk on the sidewalk with your hands inside your coat, you took some pictures of a big park, you loved to take pictures and publish them in your Instagram account, just for hobby. You also were a big fan of coffee, so you had made a promise to taste one from every place that you visited; on your way, you found a small cafe “Yummies coffee & bistro” you read in the entrance, you approached just when the first drops of rain had begun to fall; it was a rustic place, with some wooden little tables, each one adorned with a small desert plant in the center, there were plenty of Christmas lights everywhere that along with the light coming from the outside lit the place to perfection.

A guy with big green eyes who was sitting at one of the tables in the background watched you closely when you came in and gave you a small smile, you smiled back and chose a table by the window with a view to the outside and you sat to see the rain, you were sunk in your thoughts when the waitress’ voice took you out of your cave.

“Välkommen, fröken, kan jag erbjuda dig något att dricka? ”(literally I’ve translate this in google HAHA sorry) and in that moment you regretted not knowing Swedish, the young waitress left a menu on the table

“Sorry?” you said shyly in english

“Oh! Excuse me miss” she start speaking English” let me looking for another menu for you” she said taking back the menu that she had placed on the table before” May I offer you something to drink while I’m back?”

“I can wait, thank you” you said giving her a wide smile”

Several minutes had passed and it seemed that the waitress had completely forgotten about you; you decided to entertain yourself a few minutes checking your social networks on your cellphone, nothing new, just a few notifications from your family asking you how you were and some likes in the photo that you had uploaded just when you arrived in the city.

“Hello” you heard a manly voice next to you and turn yourself to see him. It was the green-eyed guy from before, he was too tall and was wearing a black coat

“Hi” you said gently, you didn’t know him, you had never seen him in your life before this day

“Are you waiting for someone?” he asked you doubting “I’ve seen you the last ten minutes and it seems like the waitress just forgot about you”

You laughed vigorously at his comment “No, I’m not expecting anyone, apparently she’s looking for a menu in English, I think she’s translating it herself” the man laughed

“I can help you order if you want, May I sit?”

You nodded “of course” He sat in the chair in front of you while looking at you

“You’re not from here… American?” he asked

“How did you know?”

“Your accent, your way of dressing, your essence” he laughed softly

“Are you telling me that I transmit Americanism?” you looked at him frowning

“Sort of…” you both laughed “I’m Bill by the way”

“I’m Y/N”

“Well YN, I don’t mean to bother you, I’m just trying to be a good citizen, let me call the waitress” He raised his hand and a different waitress appeared, she gave a menu to Bill and he started looking “anything special? “. He asked you

“mmmh” you said with your arms on the table “I would like to try… I don’t know, maybe something typical of the country?  What do you recommend?”

“Maybe a köttbullar?” you look surprised

“what is that?”

“Meatballs, actually, Swedish meatballs, they’re good, especially in this bistro”

“Okay, I’ll eat it” Bill ordered in Swedish and the waitress said that she was coming back with your food”

You both continued talking and laughing for a while “What brings you here, Y/N?”

“Well, my friends and I plan a trip every year, this time we decided to do something bigger and come here, we all agree to want to know Stockholm, I love the weather”

“Really?” he asked you frowning “but it’s rainy and I doubt that you can do much today”

“Well, that didn’t stop me to come here”

He laughed “Why did you come alone?  Where are your friends?

“We arrived just today and they were all dead tired to get to know the city, but I couldn’t stop thinking that I would be wasting my first day in Stockholm just because I didn’t sleep on the damn plane” You smiled at him.

“Cool” he said looking through the window “they will love the city, of course, if they decide to leave the hotel someday” you both laughed and the waitress arrived with your food

“Have you lived in here your whole life?” you asked him while giving a look at your food, it’s looks amazing and smell delicious

He kept thinking for a few minutes “something like that, I moved to America seven years ago, but right now I’m visiting my parents like every year”

“really? Why would you move to America? I mean… Stockholm is wonderful”

“Work” He said with a simple smile and you thought that he wasn’t ugly at all… 

“What do you do?… I just want to be sure that you’re not trying to kidnap me or something” He let out a playful giggle. The waitress approaches to remove the empty dishes and a group of girls appear

“Shit…” He whispered

“Mr. Skarsgard” said one of the girl, was about seventeen years old, Bill turning to see them smiling “ Could you signed this for me, please? “

“Sure…” He said, taking a sharpie and signing a Pennywise poster, you really had no idea what was going on or why these girls came out of looking for Bill and asking him for autographs and pictures, they thanked him and then left  ”What were we in?” he asked, you smiled at him  “What’s going on?”

“What about those girls?”

“mmmh, dunno, fans I guess” you look at him without understanding, he snorts “I’m an actor, that’s why I moved to America”

“Really?”

“Yep” he sighed “I was going to ask you if you’ll have a Fika with me before these girls showed up, but now I don’t know if you’re going to accept it”

“Fika?”

He smiled shyly “Sorry, I was trying to sound Swedish, that’s how we call at the coffee time”

“Oh… I would have said yes, even without knowing that you were an actor Bill, god, it must be tired to have to live with those girls behind you all the time, uh?” you crossed your arms

“Exhausting, annoying, but sometimes it’s fun, I mean, when you’re not trying to invite a girl who treats you like a normal human being, to go out”

You laugh putting your hand on your stomach “I’m full, I had planned to just have some coffee”

“Well, now we have one pending”….

requests are open! (x)

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Saturdays (pt 1)

Genre: Fluff/Smut (in pt 2)

Member: Jungkook

Warnings: None 

Word Count: 4484

Summary: After three months of loneliness and insecurities while on tour, Jungkook comes home to you.

Part 2

This is just pure fluff tbh. But Part 2 will much more explicit (and will be posted within the next two or three days at most). Enjoy!


You weren’t sure exactly how long you’d been sitting on the window seat with your knees pulled into your chest, the cool wall leaching all the warmth from your spine through the thick material of your hoodie. All day you’d been lounging in the comfort of your apartment, basking in the calming serenity of the pouring rain pattering against the wide window. The view of the Seoul skyline piercing the gray swirling clouds above was beautiful in the most hazy and sleepy way, almost as if the entirety of South Korea had just woken up from a Saturday-afternoon nap and hadn’t yet wiped the sleep from its eyes.

Saturdays were one of your favorite days, mainly because you didn’t have to worry about your usual responsibilities of college and work. You preferred to spend most of your Saturdays at home to recharge before having to finish up any assignments you’d been procrastinating over on Sunday, and you often found yourself devoting Saturdays to pampering yourself. Eating whatever you wanted, messily slathering on a face mask, taking a long steaming bath to relax your tense muscles, the works. At that point in the day, you’d already cooked yourself chocolate chip pancakes (You woke up around 11:30am, but who’s to say pancakes have to be reserved solely for breakfast time?) while your favorite moisturizing mask was caked on your skin. You stuffed the fluffy, sweet deliciousness in your face ravenously as you binge-watched YouTube videos, the only worry you had being that you may not have enough syrup.

Now you sat, four hours later, curled up by the window, still sucked into the void that is YouTube and enjoying the melancholy rainfall that was baptizing the streets of Seoul.

As much as you loved Saturdays, you couldn’t help but feel sad that you’d spent so many without your boyfriend around to participate in the self-care. The two of you had made it a tradition to spend Saturdays together and bond over cartoons and unhealthy snacks. Even though he basically lived with you when he wasn’t forced to stay at the dorms or travel for a tour, Jungkook was insistent on coming over and talking about each of your weeks through mouthfuls of pizza.

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Family (Jon Snow x Reader)

Anonymous said:

Can you do a jon snow imagine where him a reader have sex before he leaves for the wall and she finds out she’s pregnant and never tells him until they reunite after the battle of the bastards! Thank you xx

A/N: My first actual imagine with Jon. If you’ve read my Robb imagines, then you should know I am fairly new with writing for the males of the show. I’ve done a bit of writing with Jon, but none where he was in this situation, so if Jon is a little out of character then you know why. This would have been posted sooner, but I accidentally deleted the one I originally wrote, and I was too pissed to finish it until now. 

 (S/N) = Son’s Name

Warning(s): I think this one’s pretty obvious, but sex mention. Also includes some arguing.

Originally posted by kitsn0w

You grew up with the Stark children, and because of it, you had seen each and every one of them at their best, and at their worst. You were there when everything happened to them. Absolutely every name day, every phase, every heartbreak.

You and Jon were close in particular. You’d always go out of your way to be kind to the bastard boy, and you always spent as much time as you could with him. There was always a sort of tension between you, something so taught and palpable it felt as if at any moment, everything would shatter.

One day, it did.

It was early in the morning, just past dawn, when you awoke to see him standing at the foot of your bed in your chambers. You sat up quickly, your eyes adjusting in the darkness to see the outline of his silhouette, his dark curly sticking up wildly. You rubbed your sleep-filled, blurred eyes and squinted at him in the darkness.

“Jon? What are you doing here?” You asked wearily. Your voice was barely above a whisper, and in the darkness of the room, it seemed to fade into oblivion. You reached to the table by your bed, reaching for a candle to light the room.

However, as your fingers reached it, Jon was suddenly there. He gripped your hand, and you could barely see him shake his head in the darkness. He sat beside you on the bed.

“(Y/N), there’s something I have to tell you.” He said. You could hear something in his voice, but you couldn’t quite place what. The tone of his voice, whatever it was, was serious, and for that very reason, he had your attention.

Sitting up straight, you took his hand in yours, as if that would reassure him.

”What is it?”

Jon cleared his throat. “I am…” He shook his head, as if he tried to shake away a thought. You squeezed his hand. “You know I’m not good at this, (Y/N). Confessing, that’s something Robb is good at. I’m… not.”

“Confessing?” You questioned. Confessing what?

You were closer to Jon now, so close your thigh was brushing against his. You could see his face in the darkness, and you could see him nervously lick his lips.

“I love you.”

Those three words felt lighter than any light out there. You felt them within you, and for once, you knew that they were true. You loved Jon, too. Perhaps you had known, and perhaps you hadn’t, but in that moment, you realized it. You opened your mouth to speak, to tell him, but all that left was empty air.

You couldn’t speak.

Instead, you cupped his cheek, and moved in to kiss him. Your lips missed at first, connecting with the side of his mouth. He chuckled lightly at that, but pulled you to him. Your lips finally met. The kiss was intense, and it held everything you couldn’t say. You nibbled at his bottom lip as you fell back on the bed, pulling Jon onto you. The next moments were a blur, and before you knew it, your clothes were abandoned.

Some time later, the two of you lay in bed together. Jon had his arms wrapped around you tightly, kissing your bare shoulder. You both had goofy grins while you lay there, simply enjoying each other’s presence.

Jon had been your first, as you were his. You didn’t regret a thing. That is, until Jon became serious. He sat up in bed, facing you with a stern expression, brows furrowed with thought. You held your blanket up to your chest while you sat up. The adoration that once filled the air between you was now filled with tension.

“Is everything alright?” You asked. For a moment, you worried he regretted sleeping with you. “Was it bad?”

He was silent, and you looked down, your hair covering your face. You couldn’t see his eyes widen.

“No! No, that’s not it. Look at me,” Jon tilted your head up to him before he softly kissed you. He pressed his forehead to yours, his hand caressing your cheek. You don’t know how long the two of you remained like that, but at some point, he released you. Jon was now looking away from you.

“I’m leaving today.” He said.

This time, these weren’t the words you wanted to hear. Your eyes widened. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to join the Night’s Watch.” He still wouldn’t look at you, and you couldn’t decide what angered you more; the fact he couldn’t even look at you, or the fact that he slept with you without telling you he wasn’t sticking around long after.

“Why,” you said through clenched teeth. “Didn’t you tell me this before?”

“I was going to, (Y/N), I swear it. I just couldn’t-”

“Get out of my bed.”

Your blankets were bunched up in your hands now, and you were seething. You were now the one who wouldn’t look at him. It took all you had not to slap him.

“(Y/N), wait, please let me explain-”

“Get out! Go!” You shouted, shoving him this time. He fell out of the bed. However, being Jon, he didn’t just leave. He stood and faced you.

“Let me explain, (Y/N). I’m not leaving until-”

Again, you interrupted him. You stood up, sliding on your clothes. You bunched up his pants then threw them at him. They hit his face and fell before he retrieved them. Tears were sliding down your cheeks, and you were shaking with anger. It was all too much for you. You couldn’t deal with this, not now.

Now half dressed, Jon approached you, reaching his arms out to embrace you. You were far too furious for that, so you slapped them away. He came closer this time.

“Go away, Jon! I don’t want to see you! Get out of here!” You shoved him again, your silent tears beginning to turn into sobs. The sadness in his eyes hurt you, but it was nothing compared to the pain you felt inside. You hated him for lying, for making you fall in love with him, only for him to leave you.

His arms successfully wrapped around you this time, and no matter how much you slapped and shoved at his chest, you eventually succumbed.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you.” He continually whispered this to you, but no matter how much he said it, you couldn’t bring yourself to forgive him. Your cries began to fade, until eventually you were left staring off into space, drowning out his voice.

Once you were calm enough to speak, you threw his arms off you and stood. You walked to a window and looked outside, anywhere but at him, your arms crossed over your chest. You could feel that he was looking at you.

“When do you leave?” You asked hoarsely.

“As soon as my uncle is ready.”

That hurt more than you expected. You swallowed, as if you could rid yourself of your feelings that way. “Then you better go. I am sure your family wishes to say farewell.”

Even you were surprised by how cold your tone was. You sounded like you didn’t even know Jon, as if you didn’t love him. You were detached and you knew it.

You felt his hand on your arm, and shook it off.

“(Y/N), please. I don’t want to leave you like this.”

You whirled on him in that moment, glaring at him. “Excuse me? You don’t want to leave me like this? Perhaps you should have thought about that, before you decided to say you loved me! What did you think would happen? That I’d kiss your cheek and wish you well while you left to a death sentence? Or did you think I’d congratulate you, as if this was the honorable thing to do?” You scoffed, this time getting in his face. “I let you lay with me. I told you I loved you. Does that mean nothing to you?”

“Of course it means something to me, (Y/N)!”  

“You have a strange way of showing it. Leave me, Jon. You’ve made your choice.”

With that, you faced away again. He hugged you, but you did not return it, no matter how badly you wanted to. You remained still while he pressed a kiss to your temple. You remained silent when he told you he loved you.

It was only when you heard the door close behind him that you fell to your knees and began sobbing.

*time skip*

The Boltons were ruthless and brutal. You, and everyone left in Winterfell, knew this. You feared Ramsay, as did they. When Sansa married him, you wanted to warn her, but any time you tried, you were interrupted. After that, it became far too dangerous. You were joyed when you learned she escaped, but you had to hide it.

After all, you were not only protecting yourself.

After Jon had left for the wall, when it was time for your cycle, it never came. That’s how you knew you were pregnant. Skip ahead nine months, and you bore a beautiful baby boy, (S/N). He had Jon’s eyes, but your hair.

It was dangerous, raising a son when you were unwed and alone, but you managed the best you could. While the ways you made coin weren’t exactly savory, you did whatever you could to provide for him. You protected him, too. You avoided angering Ramsay, because you knew how sadistic he was. When Sansa spoke to you, you kept it brief. She did see your son, and you wondered if she knew he was Jon’s.

There wasn’t a single day you didn’t think about Jon. You still loved him, and you regretted the way things ended between the two of you. That didn’t mean you forgave him, however. You were still furious at him, both for not telling you he was leaving, and for leaving you to raise your son alone. Of course, Jon had no way of knowing you’d get pregnant. If he had, he wouldn’t have left. You couldn’t help but be bitter about it. You thought you would never see him again.

But when you learned that he had killed Ramsay, that the Starks now re-took Winterfell, you could scarcely believe it. He was home. Winterfell was home again.

You took your son with you when you decided to confront Jon. You had (S/N) wrapped within a fur cloak, which you held beneath your own to keep him warm. From the outside, no one would be able to tell you were holding him. He wasn’t a tiny little baby anymore; you had to half hold him against your side now, while he slept soundly. He was growing up so quickly.

Finally, you stood before Jon, in the center of the Great Hall. You didn’t care who was watching as you descended forward, to the front of the room where he and Sansa sat.  The room was full with various lords and such you didn’t recognize. When Jon’s eyes met yours, he was obviously stunned. He stood as you approached.

“(Y/N)?” He said your name as if he couldn’t believe it was really you. As he rounded the table and approached you, you felt your anger fading. How could you stay angry with him when he was giving you such a pained yet happy look?

You gave him a one armed hug, holding (S/N) in your other arm.

“It’s good to see you again, Jon. I thought the Wall was a life sentence?”

He smiled. “It is.”

You wondered what he meant by that, but you didn’t ask. There were more important things to discuss, such as your son. The son he had no idea about.

“I need to speak with you, alone.” You whispered. Jon nodded, told everyone he would be back, and left the room with you. Once you were in the hall, away from prying eyes and ears, you finally uncovered (S/N). As soon as Jon looked at the boy, his eyes widened. You couldn’t read his expression.

 “Is he-”

“Yes, Jon. He’s ours,” You nodded.

 It did not surprise you that he could tell. (S/N) looked so much like his father already. You handed your son over, watching the way Jon smiled and laughed at him. It was a beautiful sight, far more than you expected. You half anticipated Jon claiming the boy wasn’t his; you needn’t have been worried.

However, the calmness didn’t last. Jon furrowed his brows and regarded you carefully. 

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” 

“Seven hells,” you scoffed. Wonderful. You hadn’t even been together for more than five minutes and you were already beginning to argue. “What was I supposed to do? Write you and tell you that you have a son? It’s not like you could’ve left the Watch to be with us, is it?” 

“No,” he paused, shaking his head. “You’re right.”

“It’s alright,” You sighed. “I guess we’re even now, huh?” 

Both of you began laughing at that, probably a little more than necessary, but it didn’t matter; you were just happy to see Jon smiling, just as you were happy to be smiling again. 

The three of you stayed there like that for so long that one of the lords came to make sure Jon was alive. After that, Jon had to return, but he made sure you were taken to his chambers first. He told you to wait there, so you did.

Once he returned, you shared what had happened since you last met. It felt just like old times, and once again, you realized you still loved him. Even after everything the two of you faced, your feelings never changed.

You were still just as in love with each other as you were before. Seeing him smile, marveling at your son while he held him, you knew that everything would be okay. This was further confirmed that night, after Jon had given you a room at the hold to sleep in. You got (S/N) to sleep, and asked one of the serving women to check on him. With that, you left to Jon’s chambers.

You didn’t really know what you were doing until you climbed into bed beside him and lightly shook him. He stirred, his eyes opening. You barely gave him a chance to ask what you were doing there before you kissed him. You worried he would push you away, but he didn’t. Instead, he returned the kiss. 

There were still so many problems both of you had to face, both with each other and with outside forces, but none of that mattered; you were reunited. You, Jon, and your son were finally all together. 

A family. 

Moments, where i wanted to strangle Elena. My personal choice.

Ok, most of them involves Damon.

  1. When she slut-shammed Caroline for being raped by Damon.
  2. When she blamed Luke for Damon’s death. Like, hello, he committed suicide by blew up his car, burned alive and Liv would be dead, if she wouldn’t stop. No one wants to lost his twin sibling for your rapist boyfriend, sis.
  3. When she judged Stefan for being with Katherine - after she broke his heart, fucked with his brother, who tried to kill her brother, killed for fun Stefan’s best friend and etc. 
  4. When she slept with Damon after he killed her friend Aaron. That boy was innocent, had a lot in common with Elena and really liked her as a person. But her stockholm sydrom started to work on higher level. And also forgave abusing her friends and Damon’s trying to murder Jeremy again.
  5. Liz almost died in Elena’s arms, Caroline is broken - Elena goes to fuck with Damon with words “Life is too short, i do not want to waste another minute”, even though she was a fucking immortal vampire. 
  6. Her playing on a big doctor Gilbert.
  7. Everytime for being a shit sister, when she is with someone, who tried to kill her little brother multiple times - and with that person she left him alone - you can see, what kind of nanny Damon is. 
  8. When she tried to make Bonnie’s rescue from 1994 about her.
  9. When she fucked with Damon few hours after she broke up with Stefan in his house. Like, didn’t she have friends, you know, Bonnie, Caroline, where she could be for a time until Jeremy will be ok? No, she had to kick Stefan out of his house, because she has nowhere else to go. She rather stretch her legs after one bourbon gulp during perhaps the silly make out dance because why not.
  10. When she refused to apologize to Caroline after she tried to murder her, in times she was without humanity. How dare you, Caroline. Btw, Caroline first thing, what she did after she had her emotions back, was apologize to Elena(and she only said she’s egocentric and her relationship with Damon is toxic trash, which is true). 
  11. She was crying, whinning,  that she did not want to be a vampire that she can not, and so on. Stefan tried to help her to control it - he suddenly “constrained” her and saw her as a problem (which was never true). Then she chose Damon, was with him “free”… and she ended up with emotions off, she tried to kill her two best friends, killed an innocent waitress, and nearly let Damon kill her best friend and conspired against her loved ones. Wise life choices, Elena.
  12. When she judged Jeremy for kissing Anna behind Bonnie’s back, but she did the same behind Stefan’s.  Both are bad in this case, i have to say. But Jeremy never judged her for her relationships, even though she was in relationship with someone, who killed him - yeah, i will repeat it forever.
  13. When she thought she can defeat Bonnie “I’ll kick your ass with magic” Bennett. But i love how she failed and Bonnie beated her mean, emotionless ass.

Ok, that’s probably all. Do not be mistaken, i loved Elena until season four happened, then i can not stand her. 

anonymous asked:

How would the RFA react to mc being pregnant with their kid? I love your blog btw. Thank you for looking at my request !

Clearly I had better ideas for the longer ones ^^”

And thank you so, so much!! <3


Yoosung

  • He’s in complete and utter shock
  • He’s in such shock that, for a moment, he forgets how babies are even made
  • “How did this happen??!”
  • “Well, when a man and woman love each other very much…”
  • “Shut up, Seven”
  • At that moment you kind of regret telling him in front of the rest of the RFA at a party
  • He’s still in shock even after you told Seven to shut up
  • You just stood there, waiting awkwardly for your husband’s response with the rest of the RFA members
  • He just stared off into space for a moment until it all finally sunk in
  • He was going to be a father!!!
  • Suddenly, happiness overcomes him and he starts to cry, hugging you so tight you could hardly breathe
  • He can’t believe he went from being the dorky gamer who’d never had his girlfriend at twenty to a veterinarian with the most beautiful wife in the world who was going to have his baby

Jaehee

  • Artifical insemination is hard
  • You’ve been trying over and over again, and yet you’d yet to get pregnant
  • After a lot of discussion, you and Jaehee decided that you would be the one to carry the baby, as she was going to continue to work
  • And Zen offered to donate his sperm!!
  • “You’ll get pregnant for sure; my sperm is supreme” 
  • “Zen pls”
  • Your child is going to be beautiful and Baehee cannot handle it
  • Like there’s going to be a child that’s half of the two people she loves the most?? And it’ll be her son or daughter??
  • When you finally get a positive test result, both you and Jaehee are in tears
  • It finally, finally worked
  • Zen’s just like “i’M GOING TO BE AN UNCLE”

Zen

  • This man
  • This man
  • He will never admit it to anyone else, but he immediately started to cry
  • He just wrapped his arms around your hips and just rested his head on your stomach and wept
  • You let him cry, tears falling from your own eyes as you gently stroked his hair
  • He’s so excited, so happy, that he’s going to be a father
  • A father with you
  • He was going to spoil the hell out of your kid
  • And he would never ever make the choices that his parents had; he would never lie to his children, even if it was only to protect them
  • Once he calmed down, he only had one thing to say
  • “Babe, do you know how good looking our baby is going to be??”

Jumin

  • You’d been trying to conceive for a while, yet nothing was happening
  • The two of you were starting to think that one of you may have had a problem
  • It worried you, because you’d always wanted children, and Jumin was worried because he wanted to have a child with you
  • When your period was late, you told yourself not to get too excited
  • Instead of taking a test from the convenience store, because there was no way you’d be able to buy one without it getting out to the press, you decided to go to the doctor, since that would be a more accurate answer
  • When the doctor informed you that you were in fact pregnant, you began to cry
  • The first person you told was Driver Kim on the way home
  • Jumin was still at work, so you had the rest of the day to decide how you were going to tell him
  • Finally, you come up with a plan and call the head chef
  • When Jumin returns home, you’re there waiting for him with Elizabeth, dinner ready for him
  • Jumin looks at your choice for dinner, perplexed
  • Baby carrots, baby corn, baby back ribs…
  • Odd
  • He eats, and you sit there, waiting for him to put two and two together
  • He doesn’t
  • He finishes and sees that you have barely touched your food, and he asks you what’s wrong
  • At this point, you’re completely fed up with your oblivious husband and you shout
  • “I’m pregnant!”
  • The poor man is in shock
  • And he just sits there
  • Until finally, his eyes start to water and he comes toward you, enveloping you in a hug
  • You’re in tears as well
  • You both just sit there in happy silence for a moment before Jumin pulls away to look at you
  • “We need to start working on the nursery immediately”
  • “Honey, we don’t even know the gender yet”

Seven

  • He just stares at you
  • Then a wave of guilt rushes over him
  • No, no, no, he can’t be a father, he can’t do that to a poor baby
  • And the two of you weren’t married; you weren’t even engaged
  • He didn’t deserve to have a baby with you
  • And you definitely did not deserve to have a baby with someone like him
  • He doesn’t have much of a response, and it disappoints you
  • As the days pass, he starts to retract from you, but you’re not having any of it
  • When you confront him about it, he’s still distant and doesn’t make much eye contact
  • Your eyes start to water because you believe he doesn’t want to be with you and doesn’t want the baby
  • When he sees that you’re crying, he feels even worse than he did before
  • He tries to hug you, but you push him away
  • “If you don’t want this baby, then don’t touch me”
  • He feels at a loss for words for a moment, because he did want the baby, he just didn’t want to mess up the kid’s life
  • And he had no idea how to vocalize that to you
  • Finally, he says,
  • “You deserve better than me. Our baby deserves better than me.”
  • “Saeyoung…”
  • This was so difficult for him, and he knew that it was difficult for you, too
  • “I just want you to be happy, MC.”
  • “You dummy, I am happy! I’m happy with you! And our baby will be, too.”
  • He can’t believe that. You both deserved so much better than him
  • But he knew that there was nothing he could do to change the fact that you were pregnant
  • And honestly, deep down, he was so happy
  • So happy that he was going to have a baby with you
  • So he finally gave in, letting you know how happy he really was, and you couldn’t help but smile
  • But that smile quickly faded when your boyfriend said,
  • “Can we name it Honey Buddha?”

V

  • He doesn’t know what to say
  • He’s completely speechless
  • You hadn’t been trying to get pregnant, so this was a complete surprise
  • But he felt excited
  • He’d always thought that he was going to have children with Rika, and when that relationship had ended, he expected to have no kids at all
  • But then you came into his life, and that all changed…
  • He gets teary-eyed, thankful that you came into his life and saved him from all the darkness that had surrounded him before
  • Before, he never would have been healthy enough to take care of a child. But now, he knew that together, you two could do anything
  • He gets down on one knee, asking the question you’d been waiting to hear from him
  • “Will you marry me?”

Saeran

  • At first, he pretended not to hear you
  • If he acted like he had no idea, he wouldn’t have to do anything about it, right?
  • But you repeated yourself, so he couldn’t act ignorant for very long
  • You feel queasy, and not because of the morning sickness
  • You had been terrified to tell Saeran that you were pregnant
  • He hadn’t even told you he loved you yet
  • But to be fair, you hadn’t said it either. You were too scared to, in case he didn’t feel the same way
  • That didn’t stop the two of you from going at it like rabbits though
  • And now look where you were
  • Saeran didn’t know how he was supposed to respond
  • You both just kind of sat there for a moment, on a park bench, in silence, until he finally decided to ask,
  • “Is it mine?”
  • You stand up from the bench, slack-jawed by his question. Had he really just asked that?
  • You felt hot tears in your eyes, offended by the fact that he’d ask you that question. You hadn’t slept with anyone else; of course it was his
  • “You’re a jerk!”
  • You spin around and take off, not even wanting to look at him. How could he even assume that it could have been anyone else’s? Didn’t he know how you felt about him?
  • You weren’t able to get far, Saeran grabbing your arm to stop you from going any farther. He spun you around to look at him, his green eyes boring into yours
  • You sniffled, the two of you just staring at each other before you finally admitted,
  • “Of course it’s yours.”
  • Saeran.exe has stopped working
  • He lets go of you and your arm drops to your side, and neither of you say anything. You think this is a good chance to try to run away again, but decide against it
  • Suddenly, he’s wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tightly, his face buried in your shoulder
  • You’re in shock; he rarely ever shows affection, especially out in public
  • You can feel your shoulder growing wet
  • You let him cry, knowing that acknowledging it would just embarrass him
  • You stroke his red hair and give him all the time he needs
  • Finally, when he looks back up at you, his eyes locks with yours as he grabs a hold of your shoulders
  • And he says the words you’d been waiting to hear form him
  • “I love you, MC.”
We’re good

Title: We’re good

Summary: Things seem to go south once again for the Winchester brothers. You’re left to pick up Dean’s pieces but not before giving to the person accountable a piece of your mind.

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester

Word count: 1514

Warnings: Season 12 spoilers (If you haven’t watched 12.14, “The Raid” then you should probably do so first), angst. 

Author’s Notes: I was supposed to be working on something else, but yesterday’s episodes gave me a lot of feels (as always but that’s another story). This is set right after the fight between Dean and Mary at the beginning of the episode. There is a flashback included in italics.

Hope you like it! <3 

Originally posted by justjensenanddean

You walked into the library, muttering expletives under your breath, only to find Sam Winchester waiting for you, beer in hand.

Giving him a half-distracted smile, you mumbled a greeting while he just looked at you, shaking his head.

“Do I even want to know?”

Despite yourself, you laughed.

“Probably not.”

Sam titled his head to the left and shot you a perplexed look, his eyes appraising you.

“What happened?”

“Let’s just say that your mum probably isn’t fond of me right now.”

Sam sighed and brought the green bottle to his lips, drinking.

“You’re right. I don’t want to know.” He told you when he was done and you nodded and leaned against the table.

“Is Dean still in his room?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Can I…”

“Yeah. Absolutely. Go.” He agreed, nodding. When you were ready to leave, he grabbed your hand in his huge one and squeezed it. “And thank you. For standing up for us…”

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