say anything single

  • Yoosung: I just don't know how you do it. How do you remain so professional?
  • Jaehee: It's easy. You just replace 'Fuck you' with 'Okay, understood'.

Title:  Feels Like Love

Word Count: 6521

Summary:  Draco returns to Hogwarts, determined not to want anything. But Potter changes that. Potter changes everything.

A/n:   Much love and thanks to @drarrysgirl & @justanotherdrarryblog for helping me work through some plot issues as I wrote.  any mistakes left are my own.

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Draco Malfoy had learned fairly recently not to get his hopes up, that he could no longer expect things to be a certain way just because he wanted them to be.  In many regards he’d spent his entire life not wanting for anything, which meant that when he had wanted something that he couldn’t have he didn’t usually take it very well.  

Like Potter.

Draco shakes his head, determined not to go there, at least not yet.  He slides the door to his compartment open slowly, before plopping down gracelessly onto the tattered seat.  There’s no one to see him after all so decorum be damned.  People had started avoiding him the second he’d stepped on to Platform 9 ¾.  His mother had warned him of course, had practically begged him not go, but he felt like he owed it if not to himself than to Snape or Dumbledore to prove he could be better.  

He knows most of this second chance is due to his mother, and to Potter of course.  He owes them both a great deal for speaking on his behalf before the Wizengamot.  Yet he knows that regardless of how he got it,  he is the only one who can make it count.  No one else will be able to help him make amends for the sins of his past.  He’s not even sure he can.  All he knows for sure is that he wants to try, and that has to count for something.

He rests his chin on his hand and stares out the window wondering what it will feel like to go back to the place he tried so hard to destroy.  He has failed so many times, first at doing the right thing and then he’d even gone and failed at doing the wrong thing.  He knows there will be no more chances after this one though.  He cannot fail.  

He feels a sense of bitterness when he thinks of it now, of how much he’d wanted to prove everyone wrong, and now of just how much he wishes to prove the onces he believed he could be redeemed right; to prove he deserves the second chance he’s somehow been given.

Sometimes it feels as if other people’s sacrifices weigh him down more than they lift him up.


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10 Movies This Child of the ‘80s Wants Her Kids to Learn Fromsource (Huffington Post)

1. Each of us is a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess and a criminal. (The Breakfast Club)

2. The world is full of guys. Don’t be a guy; be a man. (Say Anything)

3. Your mom and dad were young and clueless and angst-ridden once, too. (Back to the Future)

4. Sometimes awesome people might “live to like you,” and you might not feel the same way. That’s OK. (Pretty in Pink)

5. No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world. (Dead Poets Society)

6. Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. (Ferris Bueller’s Day Off)

7. Say “bless you” when someone sneezes. (Singles)

8. We are all Goonies. (The Goonies)

9. I’ll be right here. (E.T.: The Extraterrestrial)

10. Never go in against a Sicilian when death is on the line. (The Princess Bride)

I know we’re all freaking out about the “you’re so married” comment (I am as well) but I had to share with you the moment that changed my life forever and miraculously cured my depression. The moment Phil Lester read my comment and said my name ❤️

I still cannot comprehend how the entire 1d fandom just.. completely ignored the fact that ALL 4 of their precious boys lied straight to their stupid faces? Multiple times? They all said that they are good friends with zayn still, that they are keeping in touch, no hard feelings, and bullshit after bullshit, all the time, till Zayn exposed their lying asses. Literally EVERY word that came out of their mouths was a blatant lie and none of u idiots ever held the accountable for it lmfaooooooooo

- “The Septiceye coming back to kill me”
- “Is Schneeplestein ok? What happened after kill jse? - Who knows!
- “Thinking about missing those shots - and his kids”
- You’ll float, too - Inspiration for Anti
- This gif - without caption
- “We’ll see haha”
- Running thumb over throat

. . .

I won’t say anything. Not a single word.

I need help.

So my co worker that is at least ten years older than me wants to go out on a date. Some points:

1. I’m not good at dating. Like every time it’s so awkward and I don’t know what to do.

2. I would never go out with someone that much older than me. Maybe five years max. To me, it’s just weird.

I mean, the guy’s cool and all and refers to me jokingly as the little sister he never wanted.

But he’s also the guy who, after I said that I was asexual, said “Oh no you’re not. You’re just an inexperienced virgin.” Yeah, that raises some flags.

anonymous asked:

It's quite interesting Louis' solo music is now going as Harry's went. There were a lot of rumours and signs that Harry signed with Columbia but no official confirmation. And they just confirmed it when he released SOTT. I expect the same with Louis. They wont say anything until this single drops but it will be Syco. Also, pap pics from SOTT were also an exclusive from The Sun. Had a video and everything. Hopefully, the rest will go as it went with Harry. Distribution deal! Amazing promo! 🙏🙏

That last part. Amazing promo. That is what I want for him. He deserves it. His projects deserve it. Whoever is running the show over there better make it happen. 

anonymous asked:

is it just me, or do literally no customers know how to say "excuse me" before saying anything? almost every single one of my customers just yell out their questions when I haven't even made eye contact with them:/

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Nico di Angelo has been telling Hazel Levesque about his boyfriend for weeks. The bad part? Nico doesn’t have a boyfriend, the holidays are coming up, and not all of Jason’s ideas are horrible.
They’re all a bit surprised about the last one.
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Of Codes and Captchas

Hiveswap is officially coming out in less than 48 hours and I’m extremely Hyped! So what better way to celebrater than yet another Homestuck Theory? This comes kind of out of the blue, but I was inspired to write this after chatting with a good friend of mine about Captcha Cards, Combinations, and the elusive and dubious existence of a “Perfectly Unique Object”, which became a big session of theorising about how the Alchemiter System even works in the first place and how the Captcha Codes are assigned!

So without further ado, let’s get into the thick of it.

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Bound|| pjm v. jjk [5]

Originally posted by the-rap-man


The Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3| 4|5

Characters: Jungkook x Reader x Jimin

Categories: Angst, Fluff

AU(s): Soulmate!AUBased loosely off of this soulmate au prompt and BTS’ Perfect Man Cover:

Where for whatever reason, your clock is stuck/frozen/it’s not counting down anymore but it hasn’t reached 00:00:00:00 yet and you’re freaking out because this hasn’t happened to anyone before.

Word Count:1,806

Sypnosis: All your life, Park Jimin has been by your side and secretly had your name adorning his arm. Ideally, you would share the same fate until you find out that you’re destined to be someone else’s; Jeon Jungkook.

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      Soft sheets entangle Jungkook’s limbs. Jungkook tiredly pushes away the white duvet that encompasses his legs. His gentle brown eyes soften at the sight of you cradled in bed, the slightest hint of a frown pressing into your forehead as you shiver. His breath hitches at how easy it would be to simply kiss away the frown and pull you into his arms so that he would never let you go. The idea brings a grin to his lips and he finds himself enthralled at it. 

    The sound of a small cough catches Jungkook’s attention and he is taken out of his daze as he leans over the bed. He watches as you subconsciously pull the cover closer to you. Discomfort seethes through him.  He feels suddenly like his throat is too dry for words. He has to comfort you. 

   Jungkook scrambles off of the floor and into your bed as gently as he can, but he fails miserably in his haste. His face contorts to a worried look at the idea of waking you because he knows how necessary your sleep is. Subconsciously his eyes avert their gaze from the troubling frown on your forehead to your lips. 

  “Are you looking for something?” Your voice sounds rigid and unwelcoming, but Jungkook doesn’t mind. Any words directed to him from you is rewarding. “I’m trying to sleep.” You joke softly before a stream of coughs escape you. Jungkook freezes up in surprise. Whenever you were sick or coughed, most times Jimin would be there to fend Jungkook away from you and coddle you. As much as Jungkook wants to do that (now more than ever considering that he actually knows what it feels like to hold you), something restricts him. 

“Jungkook?” The simple call of his name from you makes his cheek flush pink immediately.

“Yeah?” He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. He twiddles his thumbs. He averts his eyes from your own. His shyness is peaking. 

You smile softly at his shy actions. “You don’t have to stay here with me." 

Ever since the argument between Jimin, Jungkook, and you, Jungkook has silently sworn himself to never leave your side. Your heart swells at how ardently he cares, but it also upsets you to think that he’s missing out on life because of you - to think that he lives his life in the same bubble that you do.
"Someone has to take care of you,” Jungkook states with pouted lips. “Jimin works all day and it’s summer. I don’t have anywhere to be but by your side.”
Your cheeks redden at the boy’s words and you dip your head further into the covers of your bed. The nineteen-year-old raises his brow at you, leaning closer to you in efforts to follow. “Jungkook, shut up." 

"Do you like it when I say mushy stuff like that?” Jungkook playfully teases as he gains the courage to move closer to you on the bed. Suddenly, you feel like your blanket fortress will not hold strong against Jeon Jungkook. “I know you like it when Jimin-hyung says it." 

"It only works if you’re sincere.” You croak out from under the covers. You cough once more under the covers and Jungkook notices - just like he always does. Yet, he says nothing. 

Through your little blanket fortress, you eye Jungkook in his signature white shirt with black basketball shorts. His eyebrows wiggling suggestively in your direction in efforts to make you laugh. The melodious sound that once bounced off the walls of Jimin, Jungkook (yes, he had convinced Jimin to let him stay) and your apartment had been replaced with muffled coughs. He successfully does as something remotely sounding like a giggle escapes his lips. 

“I like it when you laugh.” He suddenly says while leaning his cheek against his right hand. If it were possible, his pupils would be replaced with cartoons. The way that he looks at you makes you want to retreat deeper into your fortress but you can not move unless you want to block him out of your sight and despite how much you should, you find yourself still allowing your orbs to dart back into his. “It’s really soft at first but then, aish, it gets so loud. It’s so adorable.”

You roll your eyes at him before yawning for the umpteenth time in your conversation. The repeated action does not go unnoticed. “Are you tired?”
“I am.” He retreats under the sheets beside you. A part of him dares himself to itch closer to you but the fear of rejection is too great for him to bear. “But never too tired for you.” The ravenette leans closer, his dark orbs train on your own in content. You laugh softly at his words, causing the boy to shake his head at your response. “I mean that." 

His sudden mood change makes you swallow hard. "I know, Jungkook.”
“No, I don’t think you do.” The nineteen-year-old rasps as he moves closer. “It worries me so much, how you’re here but also aren’t.” He timidly leans his hand out to stroke your cheek. A thousand waves crash within you at his touch and you feel like you can breathe for the first time since your soulmate clock had worn out. He opens his mouth to speak, but falls short of saying anything. “I just want you to be healthy… I don’t want to have to worry about you anymore." 

"Jungkook,” your voice cracks. “I-I love Jimin." 

Your words has the boy shutting his eyes in pain. "Don’t think of anything,” Pain laces each syllable that escapes him. “Don’t say anything, not a single word.” His hand, though calloused, gently cups the apple of your cheek. “I don’t care about that… I’m okay. I just want you.” His voice cracks. 

“You deserve better than this, Jungkook.” You murmur quietly while squeezing his hand, as though to coax him, but it only makes him feel worse.

A dew jewel escapes his eyes and he swallows hard. “There’s nothing better than you. I’m meant for you.” He swallows hard. “You’re just so perfect that it makes me scared that you’re going to leave me… Will you promise me that you won’t leave?" 

The obvious answer is that you won’t because the honest to god truth is that the thought never crossed your mind. Seeing Jungkook, the boy who usually boasted with confidence and oozed the epitome of contentment so fragile, so vulnerable, it cripples you to your core. 

"I promise that I won’t leave.” You lean closer to him. He quickly embraces you, as if to shield you from the rest of the cold, broken world and kisses your forehead. “You should sleep, Jungkook… I can’t continue to let you go on like this." 

"I don’t need sleep.” You gingerly part the fringe in hair before rubbing away the small indentation of a frown in his forehead. Jungkook wilts under your touch. His claim is faulty and the both of you know it. It is only a mere implication of Jungkook’s worry of you not being there when he wakes up. Jungkook nods at your silence. He knows better than to push you. As much as he knows of the flower garden that has bloomed within you for Jimin, there is also the single rose that has begun to manifest in the same place. 

It is heart shattering that you do not keep your promise. 

With a romantic haste, Jimin runs out of class the second he hears Jungkook’s frantic voice on the other line. The broken timbre of the younger’s voice immediately has the amber-haired boy grabbing his laptop and racing out to his car quicker than he can manage. 

“Jungkook!” The older boy cries as he races into the waiting room of the hospital. His hands tremble and tear-stained cheeks adorn his face. The natural light in the boy’s eyes is gone as he stares at Jungkook who sits rigidly on the chair. “Y/N? Where is she? What happened?" 

Jungkook’s head falls into his hands. "Sh-she’s been coughing so much lately. I-i was just talking to her,” He twiddles his thumbs. His lungs burn and he can barely breathe. He wheezes once, twice, three times. 

Jimin’s heart breaks into a million pieces at the sight of your lifeless body on the hospital bed. “I’ll be there to see you.” He whimpers as he races to your side, his entire body tremors. “I won’t let you leave me like this. I-I-I can’t.” He chokes out the words.

“I’ll come to get you, I promise. Just stay a little longer.” Jungkook stammers over his own words that he speaks to you, his hand squeezing yours. His white shirt is stained with tears. He lays his head on your stomach - his tears now soak the bed sheets.

Jimin’s entire body trembles as he stares at your lifeless body. Realization hits him like an avalanche. He swallows hard, involuntary jerks escape him. “J-Jungkook-” he stammers.

And for a split second, both of their eyes meet. Their breaths hitch at the prospect of being united in sadness for the one, perfect being that brought them happiness. 

“Yes, hyung?” Jungkook’s vision blurs as he glances over at the older boy.
Jimin takes in a deep breath. “I-If she wakes up - if she doesn’t die,” He pulls his hand roughly from yours. He coughs - the condition of his soulmate, - you -, wears on him. “-and she wakes up– you love her, okay?" 

"What?” Jungkook’s eyes widen at his words. Even if he had been your soulmate, he knew all too well your love for Jimin. He knew that you were all too aware of the consequences of loving him and decided against it head on.
Jimin ignores the boy’s confusion. “You love her, okay? Promise me that you’ll love her just as much as I do. Promise me that you won’t let anything in this world harm her.” Jimin’s heart rattles against his rib cage as he says this, “Make her happier than I ever did. No-” He cuts himself off. He only speaks in choppy sentences as he stands up. “-make her forget I ever existed. I know what she’ll say but whatever you do, make her love you." 

And in that moment, Jungkook saw the boy that you fell in love with. He saw Jimin as the boy who held all your broken pieces together and mended them. He saw the darling boy that you liked in first grade, loved in seventh, and gave away your happiness in twelfth, and would willingly die for now. 

Jungkook could see the adoration in Jimin’s eyes whenever he heard any mention of you - let alone when he was around you. It crippled him to his core to see someone see you in the same, unadulteratedly beautiful way that was meant to be sacred to him, and him alone, but nevertheless, he nodded wordlessly to Jimin; otherwise acknowledging that he would keep his promise.

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This is not the end!  Also, sorry for the long wait! Feel free to send feedback or reactions. x