so now I can't even explain how this made me happy

A story from the line at McDonald's
  • Me: okay so my sexuality's a complicated deal so let's just call me queer as hell
  • Friend: nono I wanna know can't you explain it
  • Me: well ok mainly I am asexual which means I don't want to do the do nor do I long for it, so it has nothing to do with lack of confidence or anything like that, I simply don't find anyone sexually attractive
  • Friend: right right
  • Me: but I'm also bi romantic. The sexual and romantic attraction are different, and I still fall in love and want to have physical contact with my partner, I just don't need the hanky panky
  • Friend: right cause you have a girlfriend that's pansexual right
  • Me: exactly and as long as we're both happy with not doing the rumba naked, that's a valid relationship
  • Friend: I get it, I get it... I didn't know the entire sexual and romantic orientations were different
  • Me: yeah I know it was an eyeopener for me when I found ou-
  • Lady behind us in line: excuse me so sorry but I couldn't help but overhear but I didn't know half of what you just said and I was just wondering what that thing your girlfriend was is, pansexual?
  • Me: *awkward glance at friend* oh uh I'm not an expert or anything and uh ok so basically it's similar to being bisexual, but there's less value in what gender the one you're attracted to is, at least as I understood it. So a bisexual would be attracted to a person despite their gender, a pansexual wouldn't really care at all in a way uh I'm sorry I'm bad at explaining
  • Lady behind us in line: that's alright I can look it up myself later you gave me a general idea! So where did you find out these things, you're pretty young?
  • Me: well, Internet. Once you're a bit confused about what you might be you usually go looking for explanations...
  • Lady behind us in line: so uh in theory... It's fine if you don't know, I just want to check with you... Is there a thing called aROMANTIC? like you're asexual, is there a equivalent to the romantic orientation you mentioned?
  • Me: oh yeah, absolutely! You can be both asexual and aromantic, or aromantic and heterosexual, literally all combinations are possible!
  • Lady behind us in line: *smiles LIKE REALLY GODDAMNED GENUINELY* thank you so much, I did not know that. *fishes up phone from pocket* now if you excuse me, I'm going to call my mother and tell her I'm not crazy for never having been married or stayed with one guy for long despite being 50+ but still has three children! *steps out of line and walks off while dialing*
  • Friend: wow that was... Amazing
  • Me: see how happy she got? That's the power of right information.
  • And that's why I've been smiling since this happened.
Hogwarts Headcannons
  • Give me Dean, muggleborn that he is, imitating Steve Irwin in Care of Magical Creatures class, much to everyone's confusion except for Harry and Hermione who are. On the ground. Unable to breathe. And refusing to explain why.
  • Give me Harry, demisexual that he is, realizing that the reason he can't stop obsessing over Draco is because Draco is the one who saw - and subsequently disliked - 'Harry', and not The Boy Who Lived. Realizing that Draco was the only one to first talk to him for HIM, in that robe shop, and not his parents or fame (because even Ron and Hermione did that at first). And thus, leading to him randomly starting crying in the middle of lunch and claiming he's doomed, much to everyone's fear.
  • Give me Seamus, pyro that he is, super happy one Christmas when Hermione buys him a book on fire caution, flammable materials, and elements such as magnesium. Thus afterward, the mysterious fires that have always happened are far more safe and controlled.
  • Give me Luna, wonderful airhead that she is, being stared at as, calm as anything, she waltzes right into the Slytherin common room and starts talking to the mermaids like its absolutely normal. A first year drops a book he's staring so hard, because HOW DID SHE KNOW THE PASSWORD. Draco just sighs, gets up, goes over to her, and offers her tea.
  • Give me Draco. Who looks on as Neville offers Harry rhubarb pie that he made himself, as Harry stares forlornly at his Treacle Tart, and makes and annoyed sound. "Dammit Longbottom he hates bittersweets." The Slytherins stare and Pansy just mutters "How do you even know these things. Merlin, help him realize."
  • Give me Parvati, who is being constantly mistaken for her sister by Ron, who panics and screams "IM A LESBIAN" when it gets to be too much.
  • Give me Ron, who stares wide-eyes from a distance whenever he sees Padma from that moment on for a full week, until Padma flips out too and hexes him. Parvati awkwardly wonders why Ron starts getting scared whenever she tries to approach from then on, since she knows Ron doesn't have problems due to that sort of thing from how he handles Harry.
  • Give me the thirty or so of the school's Muggle-raised, who made the mistake of showing their folks howlers, and react accordingly whenever one of the families sends one that is just a recording of Rick Astley, or High School Musical, or spoilers for Doctor Who. And the Wizard-raised just... staring... in fear... watching their savior and multiple other students as they run around screaming and crying in an absolute panic for some reason even though it was a different student that got the weird howler.
  • Give me Harry, whose hair surprises people by being dark red like his mother's when in direct sunlight. And usually at the Weasley den they're inside, but one day Harry joins them outside for a picnic, and Molly is so confused about where Harry went to then has do do a mental tally of her children.
  • Give me George, who in the midst of the final battle, hit Lucius with an Anaticula curse, so that every spell he tries makes a duck instead. And the Death Eaters are just so confused. "Lucius... is that a duck?"
  • Give me the Gryffindor common room. The new first years suggest Monopoly for game night. The entire room goes dead silent. One first year tries to ask what they did wrong. "Never mention that game again," is the only response they get. "But why-" "NEVER TALK ABOUT SIXTH YEAR. WE NEVER TALK ABOUT SIXTH YEAR." Their brave upperclassman Neville yells, trembling. Hermione starts crying. Harry goes into a panic attack. Ron whispers, "There are many reasons we don't talk about sixth year. If The Incident had been the only thing that happened, we would only not talk about The Incident. Many things happened that year. Thus, we do not speak of that year, or of that game."
  • Give me McGonagall, who struggles to control the cat population, because while students are told to have their cats fixed you know not all 100 students that brought cats did so. Her curling up around a litter that lost their mother to illness. Training them to stalk the corridors. Albus had his ways of getting information, and hers is the spy network of cats.
  • Give me muggleborns singing everything from Phantom of the Opera to Katy Perry in the corridors. Singing We Will Rock You to a pureblood who disses them for it. The purebloods thinking the weird songs and their tunes are some kind of Rite of Passage and fleeing whenever a muggleborn student starts singing. Altering song lyrics. "I throw my ferret in the air some-times, singin EEEEEEEYO, this is DRAAAAAACO!"
  • Give me muggleborns that are really confused about the whole quill instead of pens things, throwing transfigured pokeballs in Care of Magical Creatures, the band students bringing kazoos and harmonicas and the wizrd-raised students that are just so confused as to how those things even work, because it must be some sort of air magic, right??
  • Give me muggleborns making entire conversations out of pop culture references specifically to confuse some Slytherin who just called one girl a Mudblood. "These are not the droids you were looking for." "I'm right on top of that now Rose, I promise." -jazz hands-
  • Give me muggleborns with Patronus that are things like Pikachu, velociraptors, the quiet Canadian transfer student with a moose patronus the size of a SMALL HOUSE, the one whose is a angeled-out Castiel, the one whose patronus is the democrat donkey and another the republican elephant and the two, previously best friends, become mortal enemies rivaling the fame of Harry and Draco.
  • Give me muggleborns hugging each other before break, promising to 'call' each other, trading weird codes, how they can't wait to go for 'sushi' or planning that trip together to 'disneyland' where they can go flying?? But no one's allowed magic?? Or flying?? And the wizard-raised think that somehow, shockingly,<i> these children totally new to our world have developed a way to cheat the system?? Muggleborns are badasses!!</i>
  • Give me muggleborns who are fully aware that the anti-tech wards were made when, like, radios barely even existed, much less cellphone towers and microprocessors, so while they can't turn them on inside the stone school walls there's this group that Harry joins constantly that just sit there in silence staring at these tiny things and sometimes randomly laughing hysterically, and every now and then standing and just running all the way across to the other side of the lake all at the same time with no signal whatsoever. The purebloods are <i>terrified</i> of this frequent happening.
  • Give me Harry, Hermione, Dean, and Justin from the D.A, muggleborns they are, doing a movie night every week to help the D.A. relax and bond. They re-start this after the battles, during eighth year, with several other people such as the returned Slytherins joining in. The entire year they play things like Tangled, The Breakfast Club, Brave, Lion King. But then the last four weeks, they announce they don't want to mislead everyone that everything is all fun and rainbows. The last four movies are My Sister's Keeper, The Shining, Marley and Me, and for the last week, a marathon of the entire Jurassic Park series.
  • Give me Hufflepuffs, who secretly are very relieved to be the 'normal' House. Jocks over there, know-it-alls over there, goth wannabees over there, now lets go camp out by the kitchens we're gonna need it to survive the next seven years like this.
  • Give me Ravenclaws who are so done with the riddles when they stumble back at midnight after having fallen asleep in the Library. "What's the truth?" "THE TRUTH IS THAT I WILL SET YOU ON FIRE IF YOU DON'T LET ME IN."
  • Give me the Trio, who use the Marauder's Map to find the most absolutely ridiculous routes to class, knowing every single one of the shortcuts. It's not odd for them to simply appear out of the ceiling. One day the new first years try to follow them, to learn the school better, but it doesn't go so well because then they try to go through a disappearing wall the Trio just did they instead run headfirst into it, and the next time they do behind a tapestry, down a waterside, around some sort of tower, causally past an entire doorless room full of bats, and somehow come out on the complete other side of the castle.
  • Give me Draco whose just completely had it with Harry's staring and confronts him, like they always do, and Harry just blurts out that he likes Draco's new haircut and can he touch his hair, and Draco so shocked he lets him. "Potter stop treating me like a cat I'm evil remember? Bloody hell have you gone daft?!" "But... it's soft..." "I hate you." But he just can't find any anger over this, so there's like no venom whatsoever in it and Harry can't stop giggling.
  • Give me Ginny, who can't stop giggling as Luna confuses the fuck out of an entire crowd with her way of speaking, and who during seventh year could 100% get away with insulting the Death Eaters because of the way she said things. Who after Luna used said tactic to get her out of a Crucio punishment just clung to Luna, shaking, and realizing that she loves Luna so much for this very reason. That there will never be another person like Luna in her life, ever.
  • Give me Harry, who was not really well educated while living at the Dursleys, who couldn't read very well but was wonderful at sneaking around, little tricks like hiding things, and loved music. He taught himself magic tricks, and MERLIN ALMIGHTY THIS 11 YEAR OLD KID HAS MASTERED VANISHING SPELLS, WHAT, HOW, and Percy, uptight prefect he is, just looses it.
  • Give me Ron walking in on Harry talking to some random snake in their dorm room, laughing like the snake said a particularly good joke, tipping his head and smiling as he responds, the python slowly curling up his arm to rest over his shoulder. Ron freezes, stares, and then slowly backs away, closes the door and stands there staring at it for a full half hour in absolute horror.
  • Give me the rest of the D.A. walking into the Room of Requirement and hearing screaming, Dean shrieking that he's going to murder someone, Hermione crying, Justin cursing like a sailor yelling for everyone to stop, and the rest panic and run around the corner and there the four Muggle-raised students are. With some sort of odd device in their hands. Playing Mario Kart.

Keys and Christmas Lights – Valentine’s day Sterek Dance!AU on AO3 (inspired by this)

Stiles’ fingers clenched in Derek’s hair, holding him with desperation as he stormed his lips. Derek reacted with a shameless murmur of appreciation, letting Stiles to slowly take control over his body. He felt this long fingers slipping out of his hair, stroking his skin with the same rhythm as Stiles’ biting into his lips. They ran gently through his shoulder, causing an involuntary shiver when finally slipped between Derek’s thighs, drawing him even closer to Stiles’ hot body.

“I knew…” Stiles said between one kiss and the other, “I knew you don’t like candles,” he whispered in a hurry. Stopping for a moment, he added with a warm huff, “So I used Christmas lights instead.”

For the fandom and for this extraordinary girl whose talent dazzles me every single time… yes, I mean you kala-fiorek ^^ and yes, she drew that amazing art!

mcartist  asked:

Since it's Valentine's Day.(Have the RFA+V+Searan) I would love to ask if you could do MC and her brother spending Valentines together. The others couldn't spend time cause they were busy. So once they have some time to spare them look for you and see you are your brother hanging out. Yet you are siblings so you sorta close to each other and some things seem romantic. The others don't know you have a brother. So how would they react? If you can't do it, it's okay. Happy Valentine's Day!

OOooh scandalous~ 
(It’s the day after Valentine’s Day here because I live in Australia and we live in the future but I’d be happy do do this!)


✮ he was busy with some huge LOLOL event that was happening for valentine’s 
✮ he felt bad but you assured him that it was fine and you would just go see family or a friend or whatever 
✮ so when he leaves the house to get food and sees you with some guy??
✮ your brother was teasing you by pulling and twisting your hair 
✮ but to yoosung it looked like he was hella flirting 
✮ basically stomps up and flicks your brother’s hand away 
✮ ‘excuse me, why are you touching my girlfriend? huh?’ 
where did this confidence come from hmmmm
✮ your brother is confused because ‘omg is this the innocent yoosung MC was talking about???’
✮ you’re trying not to fall over from laughing 
✮ your brother looks absolutely horrified 
✮ “MC is mY siStEr! who are you, huh punk?’ 
✮ yoosung.exe has stopped working
✮ almost cries
✮ apologises 38918475 times he feels so bad 
✮ is pouting for the rest of the day and puts the LOLOL event on the back burner 


✎ she told you beforehand that valentine’s was going to be probably the busiest day for the cafe 
✎ but W O W 
✎ the cafe was packed and you hardly got to see jaehee 
✎ and your brother visited during your lunch break 
✎ so you two were just standing in a corner, trying to leave as much room for the actual customers that you could 
✎ things died down for a total of maybe five minutes 
✎ and jaehee looked around to find you and saw your brother squishing your cheeks together while you both laughed 
✎ she really wanted to go over there and judo kick someone’s ass but she still had customers 
✎ she was kinda angry for the rest of the day 
✎ until afterwards you walk up with your brother and introduce them 
✎ her face is redder than saeyoung’s hair 
✎ she refuses to admit anything 
✎ except when you’re back home she’s super affectionate 
✎ and at first you think it’s just valentine’s day love 
✎ but she’s super clingy and kind sheepish 
✎ so you ask what the deal is 
✎ and she begrudgingly admits that she saw you and your brother when you were messing around and didn’t realise it was your brother
✎ you have to try and maintain the giggles because she’s obviously embarrassed
✎ cute baehee 


✿ he was really busy rehearsing an upcoming musical 
✿ and the director was super strict and wasn’t letting anyone out for the day 
✿ during one of the breaks he picked up his phone and noticed that his fans were all tagging him in the same thing
✿ and he went to it and it’s a picture of you with some guy?!?!?!?!
✿ and he’s so scandalised 
✿ he immediately goes to the group chat and sees that you and saeyoung are online
✿ he basically spams the picture with multiple exclamations akin to ‘WTF MC’ 
✿ you’re freaking out because he’s just sending mindless messages now and won’t stop to listen 
✿ and saeyoung is just off his chair laughing because he obviously knows who it is (background check) 
✿ you send a selfie of you and your brother both with a ‘wtf’ face and the ‘boi’ hand at the camera 
✿ and zen finally stops 
✿ you send another picture but this one’s of you and your brother when you were babies 
✿ ‘hyun, this is my brother’ 
✿ ‘nice to meet THE zen’
✿ he’s so flustered 
✿ he sends sorry to the chat so many times that the original problem can’t even be found 
✿ when he comes home that night he brings a big bouquet of flowers and your favourite snacks 
✿ is super clingy 


₩ this nugget just doesn’t believe in valentine’s day 
₩ you’d told him how annoyed this makes you but he didn’t seem to care too much 
₩ so he was at work 
₩ you went to lunch at the cafe thing across from the C&R building because your brother was curious 
₩ y’all were just chilling, eating pastries and drinking milkshakes 
₩ and then jaehee came for her lunch break 
plot twist
₩ you say hi and your brother introduces himself (but not as your brother) 
₩ and she’s shook 
₩ she goes back and asks jumin if he knew you were at the cafe with some guy
₩ he glides down and stands at your table 
₩ you really nonchalantly say hello 
₩ he’s so confused 
₩ ‘would you like to explain yourself MC?’ 
₩ ???? ‘jumin what are you talking about? i’m just having lunch with my brother, we’re waiting for his girlfriend to come’ 
₩ it’s like you can see him deflate in embarrassment 
₩ he like flops down in the seat next to you 
₩ meets your brother 
₩ when you’re back at home you ask him why he was so salty at the start and he admitted that he thought you were on a date with some random guy because he wouldn’t celebrate valentine’s 
₩ you laugh and say you wouldn’t do that and shower him in affection
he made up for it ;)


⌨  he probably knows what your brother looks like from the background check but for the sake of story let’s just pretend he didn’t go that deep into your history 
⌨  he was super busy with work-related stuff and didn’t even realise it was valentine’s
⌨  he asked you to grab some groceries because he couldn’t
⌨  he’d noticed you’d been gone for a while so he hacked into the security cameras of and around the grocery store
⌨  saw you talking to some guy
⌨  he’s so confused because you haven’t just stopped for a little ‘oh hi I know you’ obligatory hello but you’re walking down the sidewalk with the store bags and talking
⌨  he sees him nudge you with his shoulder and he’s kinda pissed
⌨  he just waits until you’re back home. you’re alone 
⌨  he tries to act nonchalant about it, and like he doesn’t know anything– waiting until you bring it up 
⌨  it’s the end of the day and he crawls into the bed where you already are 
⌨  you bring up how it’s valentine’s day and that you missed him 
⌨  he feels guilty but he’s kinda frustrated from before and goes ‘it didn’t look like you missed me too much while walking down the street with some other guy’ 
⌨  he did not get the reaction he expected 
⌨  he expected you to be kinda shocked like ‘:o caught’ 
⌨  but you’re giggling and snorting 
⌨  ‘saeyoung… that was my brother; we ran into each other outside a store so he walked with me for a little while’ 
⌨  like jumin, he deflates 
⌨  he feels S O  B A D 
⌨  he gives you so many cuddles and just fully wraps himself around you 
⌨  swears he’ll make it up to you 
⌨  he definitely does 

I hope you all had a happy valentine’s day! CHEAP CHOCOLATE AND MYSTIC MESSENGER DLC’S WOOO ♡♡♡♡


@ask-therevboys College AU

Inspired by this post.
I hope y’all like it!  I meant to stay true to the comic, but then I added extra dialogue and stuff b/c I’m terrible at following any plan ever.

Alex was so done.

He was exhausted, soaking wet, and he had to be up entirely way too early in the morning.  And yet, he still had so much to do.  

Make flashcards for microeconomics.  Study for torts.  Watch an online lecture.  

He climbed the stairs to his dorm room, trying to ignore the way his hands were starting to shake.  His textbook was soaked, probably ruined.  Which he didn’t have time for.  Or the money.  Or the mental stability.

No time, no time, no time.

By the time Alex pushed his way through the door, the shaking had moved from his hands to his shoulders.  They were started to tremble.  He blamed it on the cold rather than the panic starting to unfurl in his stomach.  

“Hey, Alex!” John was grinning from his desk.  “You’re back late.”

Why was he so happy?  How could he be so happy?  Why was everyone happy and content, and Alex couldn’t seem to stay afloat?  Why was he weak?  Why was he even here?


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BTS|| Mafia!AU|| You’re pregnant and try to run away

❦ Anon asked: Could you do a bts mafia reaction to when they get you pregnant and you try to run away but they find you? Thank you so much!!!


With a loud BANG! you closed your suitcase. It maybe was a little too much, but you couldn’t care less about it. You had a big problem and it seemed like the only thing you could do, was to run away from it. The last two day you would meet your toilet every two seconds, only to vomit the last thing you ate. Since it was this time of the year, you thought you just were infected, until a good friend of you asked you this one question. And now you knew it. And you know that your small dream of Bonnie & Clyde was over. You could never raise a child with your current lifestyle, and so you had to do it.

 Two hours ago the test smiled at you with a +. Since then you packed your stuff, wrote him a letter and called your sister to inform her that you would live with her for the next days. Everything was settled and you stood in front of the main door, your hand on the door knob. But you hesitated. Could you really leave him like this? He was the first person to make you this happy, even though he killed people. But, no. You had no chance. 


The electronic lock on the other side of the door unlocked and it opened. There he was. He was just as surprised as you were, with a look of inquiry. Till he saw the suitcase.

“What is this?” 

“I-I’m…I mean I-….I need to go.” And with that, you tried to pass him. What a stupid idea. 

He grabbed you and pushed you against the now closed door. 

“Y/N., I want an explanation. Now.”, he said through gritted teeth.

And then you broke.

“I-I’m pregnant. Do you hear me? I’m pregnant with our child. But I didn’t know what to do. We can’t raise a child. Jin I-” he stopped you by holding you tight.

“Did you really thought I would leave you alone with this?”

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carry on, darling, we were built to last

Kissing was still weird, Yuuri decided as he kissed his fiancé back.

His fiancé.

His fucking fiancé.

How did that even happen?

Yuuri still had trouble believing that it was all real. That Victor Nikiforov, the Victor Nikiforov, the same one Yuuri had nursed a crush on since, like, forever, was currently wearing a golden ring on his finger. A ring that Yuuri himself had put there with slightly trembling fingers.

How did he even get the guts to do that?

“You’re thinking too much again,” Victor, the same Victor, his fiancé Victor complained, pressing his mouth softly against Yuuri’s as if he was trying to pull him back into the mood, but Yuuri was too–

“I’m sorry,” he replied, blushing sheepishly. “You’re just very distracting.”

It made Victor grin, a little crooked smile that looked simply stunning on his face. Victor’s cheeks were delicately flushed and his eyes sparkled warmly with love and delight. How did Yuuri get so lucky? He remembered everything that happened during the last year, but even now, sitting in Victor’s lap, with Victor’s thumbs rubbing slow circles into his hipbones, Yuuri felt a little like Cinderella.

Was it close to midnight yet? Would he have to leave the ball, leave this happiness when the hands of the clock meet?

“I’m flattered, love,” Victor murmured, kissing the corner of Yuuri’s mouth again and Yuuri couldn’t help the way it twitched into a smile under his lips. “What’s so distracting about me now?”

Yuuri choked on his laugh a bit. “How about everything? Ever? Have you met me, Victor?”

Victor chuckled as well, pulling Yuuri into himself until Yuuri was almost lying on top of his chest. Victor’s nose gently touched Yuuri’s, their foreheads leaned together, a tender caress that melted Yuuri’s heart and made his eyes suddenly grow hotter when all the love and affection hit him hard.

“Of course I have,” Victor said. “Best night of my life.”

Yuuri groaned. “The banquet is taboo, we talked about this.”

Victor made a face at him, like a kicked puppy, and Yuuri only had to take one look to reach out and push Victor’s cheeks up into a smile with his fingers. They both laughed.

“Fine,” Victor said. “How about China then? That is another best night of my life.”

Yuuri shook his head in slight exasperation. “How many best nights do you have?”

“Well, let’s see,” Victor hummed, counting out. “There’s the banquet, okay, okay, I’m not saying more! Then the China Cup, and Barcelona. Oh, Barcelona!” He sighed, his mouth a happy, heart-mouth smile that made Yuuri blush. “That proposal was spectacular. And then you went and won silver, talk about best nights, huh?”

Yuuri mumbled something under his breath, but Victor only grinned at him and let it slide, asking instead: “What about yours, Yuuri?”

He didn’t have to think about it. He really didn’t.

“I was twelve,” Yuuri said immediately, watching Victor’s eye lose the spark for a moment when he realized it wasn’t about their relationship. Yuuri smirked a little. “It was the night I watched the junior skating championship for the first time. And there was this one skater that just took my breath away.” Yuuri smiled fondly at the memory. “I couldn’t fall asleep at all that night, my heart was beating so fast. So I googled that skater and watched all of the videos available just to see him again.”

“Wow, that sounds like quite a night,” Victor smiled at him. “Is he the reason you took up skating?”

“Mostly,” Yuuri agreed. “He’s my inspiration, my motivation, my guiding star, you might say. And, hopefully soon, my husband, too.”

He grinned, even though his cheeks were stinging red – it was embarrassing to say out loud.

But Victor’s reaction was worth it: the surprise on him looked stunning, and Yuuri would never get over the rush in his veins at the heartbeat of pause in Victor’s breathing before a high keen left his lips. It was no wonder Victor based his performances around the emotion. It was quite addicting, Yuuri had to admit.

“Yuuri!” Victor cooed, crushing Yuuri in his arms. “You should’ve told me sooner!”

“Like you didn’t know,” Yuuri snorted into Victor’s neck, wrapping his arms around his shoulders comfortably. “I know you found my stash of posters one day, Mari told me.”

Victor wasn’t contrite at all. In fact, Yuuri could feel the grin pressed against his head.

“Oops,” Victor said. It only served to make Yuuri snort again.

They stayed close like that for a long, comfortable moment, before Victor slowly pulled back and tilted Yuuri’s chin to make their eyes meet. Blue against brown, both meltingly warm and full of love.

“You’ve spent so long chasing after me that it’s only fair that I chase after you for the rest of our lives,” he said, but Yuuri shook his head at him with a tiny smile.

“Why chase, when you’ve already got me?” he asked.

And when Victor leaned in to kiss him again, it was no less weird than before. But it was their weird and in a weird, completely silly way that Yuuri couldn’t have explained even if he tried, that made it just perfect.

anonymous asked:

Leela! This was my favorite live show! This one really felt so warm and cozy and he looked so happy and soft and was talking to us like a friend with how he was talking about his feelings and mental health and just trying to explain things without giving too much away and ahh I love Daniel Howell so much! I can't wait to hear your thoughts!

where to begin y’all. everything that you said and more–this live show was just so great. it wasn’t one of the ones that maybe necessarily gave us tons of new insight into dan or phil or their lives, but it was so good because dan is so clearly doing okay right now. he’s happy. it’s radiating off of him. maybe part of it is the stark contrast to how he was in live shows during feb/march, maybe part of it is our own confirmation bias and our desire to connect this dan—live and taking time out of his evening to speak with us—to all of the big changes we’ve been seeing from him,,, but regardless, in an absolute sense, dan is definitely happy and that is probably the fundamental reason why this live show felt so lovely. 

i went back to read some of my notes on his last few live shows before writing this one and it was surreal to see how many of my comments were about how negative he was being. he inserted a joke about wanting death or being an ugly rat or failing at most things in life so frequently. he constantly berated his own approaches to various things in his life and alluded to struggling with a lot of his own internal thoughts. in contrast, this live show contained a grand total of zero comments regarding death. zero comments about being ugly or terrible. he of course noted flaws in his approach to youtube and things of that nature, but he didn’t really criticize himself for them, and instead pinned them back to his own mental health and the way his personality works and offered up constructive ways that he’s thinking about dealing with all of it. it was like watching,, not a different person, but a strangely calmer person—someone who has clearly spent some time reflecting on these things and has gotten himself to a better and calmer headspace. 

the best part about the happiness in this liveshow for me is that it wasn’t really communicated through words (he never actually said that he’s really happy or excited or anything like that.) and it wasn’t like he totally avoided talking about his fears or his flaws in a way that would actually be disingenuous. it was all a bit more subtle and (to use his own refrain) ~authentic~ than that. it was there in the way he couldn’t get through so many sentences without breaking into a laugh or a big smile. it was there in the way he talked about the audience—a bit gushy at times, but mostly fond and appreciative. genuinely. it was there, of course, in the little asides he shared about phil and about their plans for the future. it’s fun to think about what may have helped this shift along. maybe it was time away in singapore, taking a step back to reflect on how far they’ve come and how much they’ve achieved and how very bright their future looks regardless of its specifics, or maybe it’s because the hard things he’d been dreading (like moving on some level bc it’s stressful, and also the ‘rebrand’) are now over and done with and he can just settle in the aftermath. and all of this sort of fits with what we know of the person that dan has been basically forever. he’s someone who spirals and even anguishes in the stretches of time before a decision is made. he doubts himself and he fears being scrutinized or judged. he’s afraid of what people will say but at the same time wants to be above all of it and make decisions that reflect what he really wants. it’s clear that the last couple of months, just from what we know and what he’s told us, have been filled with these sort of troubling internal struggles, but dan has also always been the person that appears to find solace and fulfillment in the certainty of a decision being made. he seems to be much more at ease once he has figured out the right way to proceed and actually executed it, because even if the decision backfires or goes wrong, he’s okay defending it, he’s okay because he knows he thought it through and did what felt best to him and whatever comes from it is of secondary importance. sticking to a choice you’ve made, or believing in that choice, is a lot easier than a belabored process of weighing between options and thinking about how each option reflects on who you are as a person. all of this to say. i’m glad that for the time being things seemed to have calmed down, and he’s happy. i’m glad he wants to share so much of that with us. i thought i’d go through some specific insights by general topic area, under a cut for once bc in actuality this is the longest thing i’ve ever written about them it’s obnoxious~~

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She Can't Be You (Teen Dad AU WinWin)

Originally posted by nctinfo

Type: Angst Fluff

Request: Can you please do a win-win from nct teen dad au like your namjoon from BTS one? Its so cute and I love your writing!

If you consider the win-win teen dad au can it be angst in the beginning (like his parents are upset and say he’s ruined his future dance career) but it ends up fluffy?

“You could ruin him” his mother spoke to you as your fingers touched the warm exterior of the tea cup in your hands. “Sicheng, is going places Y/N. You know that ri-” “I know, that’s why I came to you first” you told her as she sighed. “My parents want to send me away, you know have the baby-” “I think that would be for the best” she says as she take the cup from you and puts it back on the tray “you made a mistake and it’s not right to make Sicheng suffer it all” she told you as you looked up at her “it takes two to make a baby, mainly the man’s a baby is made” you tell her “you tempted him I’m guess. My boy is innocent and was until you came along do you understand?”she tried to remain calm “so say your goodbyes and then get out of my family’s life” you were told by her. 

“This is your grandchild” you tell her “I have to worry more about my 17 year old son more than the speck that’s growing in you” she comments back. “You and your family are strongly against getting rid of it so I won’t tell you to do it but I want you to stop trying to make me feel bad”  she spoke as she turned away and left you there. You got up and quickly rushed out of the home. 


“WinWin!” you called as you saw your boyfriend dressed in his uniform to perform “babe I can’t talk right now, I need to be focused. There’s people here to see me. I might be getting a scholarship” he said excited as a smile crossed his lips. You pulled your lips tight “can what you need to tell me wait until after I go out there?” he asked as he cupped your arms lightly in his hands. You looked him in the eyes “it’s not important anyways, good luck. That’s all I wanted to say” you tell him quietly as he leaned over and pressed a kiss onto your cheek. “WinWin” his teacher called as Sicheng let out a sigh “thank you” he tells you “I’ll see you later” he says. You grabbed his arm and tugged him close before he could leave. You wrapped your arms around him tightly “Y/N is something wrong-” “WinWin!” was called again as he turned away from you momentarily “love you” you tell him as he kissed your lips lightly “I love you too. I’ll see you in a bit” he told you as he rushed off.  

You watched him for a few moments as he started his routine, you wiped your eye lightly. “I’m sorry WinWin” you whisper as you turned away and left the building. 


Sicheng didn’t understand, you just got up and left. 3 months without a word from you. Your parents wouldn’t tell him where you went and basically told him to get over you and never think about you again. He was so hurt that no one would tell him what was of going on. 

Guilt had filled him when he realized you acted as you did because you had to leave him right after your last encounter. If he knew it, everything would have gone differently. You didn’t mention you were leaving because you wanted him to be focused “Sicheng” he mother said excited snapping him out of his thoughts. He had been staring at his phone screen for an hour or so now. Your cute little texts were something he was busy reading through over and over. He really does love you, you were his first girlfriend and all of his firsts. He was always happy to see you and have you in his arms, he craved that now. 

“Sicheng please stop moping” his mother spoke “honey the letter came” she told him excitedly. “Honey please open it” she told him. “Mom not now” he says as he leaned on his hand “why are you so sad, girls distract you from a good future” she told him. “She helped me feel happy-” “you should have been focused on your dancing instead of having sex with her. All she did was screw up my little boy” she says putting the letter down in front of him. “She’s not a whore or a bad person” he shot back. “How did you know about that? Did you make her leave me because we had sex?” he asked “I did” she told him as his eyes went wide “it’s for the best Sicheng believe me, your life would have been much too difficult if she stayed” she explained as he stroked his hair and headed away from him.


Nearly a year later, Sicheng had graduated from high school. And even more amazingly he found himself falling in love with a beautiful ballerina named Min who was going to the same college as him. He and her rushed into a convenience store to get out of the heavy rain. The way their hands linked together, the way they were laughing. It was young love to a T. The two of them made their way to one of the tables on the side. Sicheng linked eyes with the tiny girl sitting at the table beside them, she couldn’t be more than 6 months old and happily watching a video on the phone in front of her. She glanced over and he offered her a smile, he was instantly given such a sweet and loving feeling filled him. “She’s so cute” he says as he reached over and she took his finger into her hand. “This is so precious” he told Min.

“Someone is way too trusting of people” Min comments. “I doubt the mom will be away for long” he comments as the door closed in the back. A young girl had a hat covering her face and no longer in work clothing. “We’re closing soon I’m sorry” filled there ears “it’s raining I don’t want to get sick” Min spoke “I have to get my child home soon. Please” “I’m not going out there its pouring-” an umbrella was thrusted into her face. “Take it please. I have to lock up” “I said I’m not going out there-” “sorry for bugging you ma'am" Sicheng spoke as he helped Min up.

“The bus doesn’t come for like 10 minutes and its freezing” Min comments “Min please” Sicheng says. Head lifting up he got a quick glance of the face under the hat as he did a double take. “Just get out okay. My child has a bedtime and I’m not going to change it for you princess” and Sicheng knew that tone. “Y/N?” he asked as you picked up the little girl. “Get out” you repeated. “Since you’re being a prick I’m taking this back” you ripped the umbrella from her grip. “You stupi-” “stop Min” Sicheng says as he takes off his jacket and holds it above her head as he kicks the door open and they left.

“She’s horrible” Min says as he watched you carry off the little girl protected by the umbrella. “WinWin” Min whines as he let go of the jacket and took off running after you. His was quickly soaked more as he went to grab your arm. “Y/N” he said with a smile “what happened to you?” he asked as you ripped yourself from him “I have to go” you tell him as you continue off. “You left because you had a kid!” he comments as you didn’t stop. “Y/N!” he calls.


Yazhu stretched as she laid on you. After much talking your parents allowed you to keep your child. She was your world now, and she happened to be loved by your mother dearly. But she had caught a cold and didn’t want to risk your daughter getting sick so you took her to work. You didn’t have a fancy job yet but graduating from school while you were pregnant at a very special school for girls in your situation. You didn’t work far from your home either, Sicheng used to come in often because he didn’t live far away either, but he grew a crush on the cute girl behind the counter and asked you out. You two had a very special relationship since then.

You went to work the next day. Your daughter clung to your shirt as she looked around the busy sidewalk. You pulled the keys out of your pocket “Y/N” you heard as you looked over. You turned back and unlocked the door walking in. “Y/N” Sicheng repeated. You put your daughter into the highchair behind the counter as she was given a bottle and she quickly began drinking. “We have a baby?” he asked you as you simply stroked her hair. “Y/N. why didn’t you tell me. We could have done this tog-” “it shouldn’t matter. You seemed to have forgotten me rather quickly” you say. “It just reminds me we’re nothing more than a high school relationship” you continued. “I never stop thinking about you. I read out texts at least once a week” he told you.

“I mean I like Min but she’s not you” he says. “What’s her name?” he asked you as he leaned on the counter “Yazhu” you say softly “so we have a baby” he says as you nodded. He smiled happily “can I hold her?” he asked as you nodded again. He rushed over and quickly lifted her up. He grabbed the bottle holding it for her as she stared up at him. “You’re so cute” he told her as she continued drinking and staring at him.

“We can do this together-” “no” you tell him as his body drops some of its happiness. “You have a big future ahead of you Sicheng-” “I want to be” he says “you can’t okay, your future is so much bright without a baby holding you back” you tell him. “My parents got to you too” he says in shock as things fell into place. “They wouldn’t let you tell me and they wouldn’t let you see me” he says as he looks you in the eyes. “They can’t control my future anymore. You and I. And Yazhu, we’ll be a family do you understand. It takes two people to make a baby.I want to be a dad to our baby” he continues. “I mean look at her, you’d have to be cold hearted not to want her” he told you as his fingers rubbed her cheek.

“Your parents-” “we’ll burn that bridge later. For now just let me hold her” he says as he brings her closer to him. “I’ve missed so much. Look how big you are. You’ve taken pictures right?” he asked as you nodded. “Maybe I can come over for a visit then? You can tell me all about Yazhu” he tells you with a smile. “I should go though. I have class” he tells you as he looked down at Yazhu again. “I’ll see you soon” he told her softly as he kissed her forehead and put her back into her high chair.


Sicheng smiled as he looked at the photo album “she’s so precious” he told your mother. It was awkward and sweet at the same time. Sicheng hadn’t told his parents yet but he was much too busy to think about it now. Your daughter was laying comfortably in her swing sleeping as you had been showing Sicheng the many pictures that what had covered the album you made for your daughter. “Can I have one of them?” he asked you as you looked at him “I want a picture of her” he explained as you nodded.

“I want to have this with me always” he explained as he looked over at Yazhu.


“You what?” his mother asked “I met my baby. The one you didn’t want me to meet” he says as he pulls out the picture. “Her name is Yazhu and she’s an adorable little thing” he told as he stroked the picture. “I’m going to be in her life” he finished with a smile.

I Can’t

A/N: This was written for @amarvelouswritings 2.1K Follower Celebration.  My prompt was “I can’t believe you sometimes.”  It’s bolded in the story.  As always, let me know what you think!

Summary:  Steve is upset when you defy his orders.  You don’t see the big deal, but maybe he has a better reason than you know.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Angst & Language

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hi!! i'm new to your blog and have been binging on your imagines (i love them) haha. i really like the idea of the rfa ( + v and maybe saeran too if that's possible, i mean, can't leave them out !!) accidentally meeting mc before the party and if it's possible i'd like to request them accidentally meeting an artist mc painting in a paint and sip studio, if that's okay? thank you sm ^^

Oooooh I’ve never heard of that. Sounds fun! 
Italicized writing means MC is talking, and V’s has spoilers about his route~
Also, I’m so sorry anon but I didn’t include Saeran because there was absolutely no good way to write it. Like, I could not make any sense of how or why he would be at a paint and sip after recruiting MC but before the party? There was no way I could make that make sense. I’m sorry. I tried! D: 
~Mod L 

♡ One of the clubs he tried joining was a painting club 
♡ Initially he wasn’t that good, but he was convinced to stick with it 
♡ He actually got pretty good at it, and his friend convinced him to go to a paint and sip studio 
♡ He was really nervous because he didn’t think he was good enough, but tried it anyways 
♡ He also wasn’t super into drinking, so he kind of just had his glass with him but wasn’t drinking much
♡ All his friends wanted to be towards the back of the room, so his spot was a few spaces behind yours 
♡ When he first saw you he thought you were absolutely gorgeous, but especially so when he watched you paint
♡ You were so focused on your work, and it showed in the beauty of it
♡ He realized halfway through he hadn’t pained a single thing and fumbled to catch up 
♡ He was already nervous enough and so now having to rush meant his art wasn’t the best it could’ve been 
♡ One of his friends noticed and couldn’t help but tease him for it 
♡ “Jeez Yoosung, you have to focus on your art man!” 
♡ Hearing his name got your attention and you turned around immediately 
♡ He tried to hide at first because he was blushing so much from you noticing him but you were able to help him realize it’s you
♡ He’s over the moon and spends the rest of the day with you

♡ One of his directors invited everyone from a play he was on to go, and he wasn’t super excited about it 
♡ He wasn’t an artist, and he was mostly going to please the director 
♡ Also alcohol 
♡ Alcohol always helps
♡ When he got there he was way more focused on the wine than the painting, but he eventually he had to pick up a brush 
♡ As he focused in on painting you noticed him from only a few spots down, and you recognized him from the millions of selfies he’d already sent to you 
♡ You were so shocked you accidentally bumped into someone, spilling wine all over yourself 
♡ That caught Zen’s attention, and you were looking back and forth between him and trying to apologize to the person you bumped 
♡ He pieced together that you were focused on him, and went over to help clean up the wine 
♡ “You’re eyes can’t seem to leave me. I know I’m handsome, but you’ve got to be a bit more careful~” 
♡ Cue a groan from his coworkers 
♡ He just assumed you were a fan until you managed to stutter out who you were
♡ He couldn’t believe it at first, but as soon as you explained that yes, it really was you he couldn’t have ran out the door with you faster

♡ After quitting her job, she was still trying new things to see what other hobbies she’d love 
♡ She wasn’t planning on going to this, but rather saw the poster and made the spontaneous decision to go 
♡ Which was very rare but so exciting for her 
♡ She saw you while everyone was setting up, and she couldn’t help but think you were absolutely stunning 
♡ Once everyone began painting she focused in on her art but couldn’t keep you out of her mind 
♡ She couldn’t see you from her space, but that didn’t stop all the thoughts about you 
♡ She wondered if you noticed her, or was looking at her painting and if you thought it was any good 
♡ Even though she couldn’t see it she was positive yours was gorgeous 
♡ You had in fact noticed her, and you thought it was her but you couldn’t fully tell 
♡ Once everyone was done you hesitantly walked over to her, and soon as she noticed you approaching she felt her heart skip a beat
♡ “Jaehee?”
♡ When you said her name you almost gave the poor girl a heart attack
♡ Once you both realized yes, it was in fact each other Jaehee was so excited to meet you
♡ She messaged Seven to make sure it was safe to take you out for the rest of the night, and that’s exactly what he did 

♡ His dad had invited him to attend for him to meet his new girlfriend
♡ Jumin was not happy about this, but to make his father happy he agreed to go
♡ The wine helped
♡ His father’s girlfriend insisted on going to a regular sip and paint rather than a more expensive one or renting out the entire place, which brought Jumin a certain amount of relief that she didn’t seem to be using his father for money 
♡ He had a conversation in the messenger with Yoosung and Jaehee that he was going, but you didn’t read the log until you were walking in the door 
♡ When you looked up lo and behold there he was 
♡ He was looking over the wine selection, and he seemed dissatisfied with what he was seeing 
♡ You walked up to him, and rather than immediately introduce yourself you decided to talk to him for a bit first
♡ “You know, this white wine is fantastic”.
♡ He didn’t see you approach him, so he was taken aback by your sudden words but you wouldn’t be able to tell from his face
♡ “I’ve never heard of this brand before. It must be-”
♡ “A commoner brand? Yeah, it’s not that expensive, but just because it’s cheaper doesn’t mean it’s worst~”   
♡ Jumin gave you a confused side eye, and you just winked as you took a sip of your wine 
♡ He decided to take a sip, and was pleasantly surprised at the taste
♡ “.. You’re right. This is a rather crisp wine. Thank you for the recommendation. But I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure of an introduction?”
♡ He was surprised at himself for being so willing to meet an absolute stranger with no business relation, but something about you just caught his attention
♡ When you introduced yourself, it suddenly made complete sense 
♡ He insisted on leaving the sip and paint, with the excuse that there was no way you were safe from the hacker there 
♡ And he said an early goodbye to his father and took you back to his home

♡ Vanderwood was upset 
♡ For a job Seven insisted they needed to go undercover to a sip and paint 
♡ He thought it was incredibly unnecessary, and was upset he had to go too
♡ “Agent, don’t we have more work to do on the computer? And don’t you have that RFA girl to watch over?”
♡ “Vanderwoooood, I told you a million times. I can do the work quickly, and we need to be here to gather information. Also, she’ll be fine so long as she doesn’t leave the apartment~ I told her not to. She’ll read the log and stay put, and everything will be fine!”
♡ You did not read that log
♡ You were getting ready for the sip and paint 
♡ When Seven and Vanderwood entered and Seven saw you, his jaw just about dropped through the floor 
♡ He immediately took Vanderwood out and explained that everything, in fact, was not fine and you were in there
♡ Vanderwood almost killed him on the spot 
♡ “We need get her out! But we have to be subtle!… Listen, come back inside and just follow my lead, okay?” 
♡ Vanderwood didn’t trust Seven at all but went with it anyways 
♡ You were set up right next to the wine table, and Seven scooted the two of them up until they were right behind you and then shoved Vanderwood into the table
♡ “O-Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I think my friend has had too much to drink, oh no oh no- Uh, miss, can you help me carry him out?” 
♡ Not recognizing Seven you offered help and both of you helped carry Vanderwood out 
♡ Seven has a bruise from where Vanderwood dug his hand into him
♡ When you were all out and Vanderwood was pissed at Seven you had no idea what was going on
♡ While somehow not getting killed by Vanderwood Seven explained himself and introduced the two of them, and decided the safest thing to do was to just take you back to his home with him 

♡ V was walking home when he saw the poster for the sip and paint
♡ He couldn’t help but be reminded of his mother, and thought about the last time he’s ever painted 
♡ His eyesight was only getting worst, and he figured if he was ever going to do it it would have to be soon 
♡ Despite feeling very conflicted about it, he decided to do it 
♡ As he entered he chose a spot to set up, coincidentally right next to you
♡ His eyes weren’t able to make out the images of you very well, so he didn’t recognize you but you felt so familiar to him
♡ But he shook the feeling off and tried to focus on the painting 
♡ As he painted he felt frustrated that he couldn’t get it just right, and halfway through was feeling completely distraught 
♡ He accidentally mumbled out loud, “Ah, this was a mistake,” before softly setting his tools down to leave 
♡ “I think it looks nice”.
♡ You had whispered to him, so initially he wasn’t sure he actually heard you
♡ “I mean, half the people here have had too much wine and yours looks like a Picasso compared to theirs”
♡ But he couldn’t help but chuckle at your joke, and decided to pick his brush back up and continue 
♡ You two continued with small chatter as you painted, and V found he was genuinely enjoying himself in your company
♡ Time flew by quickly as you two quietly talked and painted, and before either of you knew it it was time to go 
♡ V realized then that you two never properly introduced yourselves, and as soon as you said your name everything clicked in his head
♡ He then became very worried about why you weren’t at your apartment, and walked back you back home safely

Drawn Together

A/N: Happy Birthday, Hermione Granger!! This is just a fluffy little one shot that came to me as a sweet, fluffy little plot bunny about three hours ago. It may induce cavities. It is also a shameless wave to my #pittp crew!

It had started in third year, a LOT of things started in third year come to think of it. Her 14th birthday had been very uneventful, even as her birthdays went. The Grangers had never been one to make a fuss over birthdays, so Hermione really never missed anything by not being home. She was not like her dorm mates who dramatically announced their birthdays loudly for weeks before the actual date and squealed in excitement when they received magical packages full of completely frivolous gifts. So first and second year passed without anyone, including her best friends, knowing when her birthday even was.

It may have stayed that way indefinitely if it hadn’t been for Crookshanks. When she saw him in the store, she knew immediately how she wanted to spend her birthday money. He was perfect: all ginger fur and attitude and an intelligence that she couldn’t quite explain again, a LOT of things started in third year. But when the store owner gave her the price, and Hermione laid the money out without even flinching, she couldn’t help but notice Ron’s expression. It was a look that made her feel like she did when Malfoy made some snide comment about his robes or his family, so she quickly blurted out, “My parents gave me this money as an early birthday present!” She hoped that it would help soothe his feelings, but instead she could almost hear him thinking, “Ten whole galleons for your birthday! You really are spoiled!”

Of course Ron Weasley wasn’t really thinking that, but it did still shock him that her family seemed to have so much extra. But, in a moment of blossoming maturity, he decided to focus on what she had let slip.

“How early?”


“Your birthday, when is it?”

“Oh…uh…the 19th.”

“Of this month?”


He nodded at her, and before she knew it they were bickering about the merits, or lack thereof, of her new pet. By the time the 19th arrived, she had all but forgotten that she had even told him about it. It was a Sunday, but thanks to her massive course load she was swamped with extra work. She avoided using the Turner unless she could absolutely not avoid it; she had been warned to use it sparingly because there could be side effects, so she spent most of the day literally up to her eyebrows in books and assignments in the library.

As she furiously scribbled revisions on her Arithmancy essay, a short piece of parchment drifted over her stack of texts and landed in front of her surprised face. Lifting her head quickly, she could see no traces of life; the rest of the library’s patrons had cleared out hours ago. When she examined the piece of paper she found that it was some kind of homemade card. It was folded (somewhat unevenly for her perfectionist tastes) and bore “Happy Birthday” in large sloping letters on the front. Opening it she found an illustration of what appeared to be Crookshanks looking into a crystal ball with the caption, “I see that it’s your birthday. Hope it’s purr-fect.” She laughed before she could help herself, and Ron came around the closest shelf holding a small bundle, grinning broadly.

“You are the only person that I have ever met that would voluntarily spend their birthday in a library,” he sat down beside her, offering her what he carried.

“Hmph…just because I was born on this day doesn’t mean I should get behind on my revisions,” she tried to keep her tone stern, but she was sure he could tell just how happy she was that he was there.

“Behind? Hermione Granger has never been behind a day in her life! I bet you were even born early!”

“Well, actually…I was born three weeks before my mother’s due date.”

“Oi! I was just joking, but it all makes sense now!”

“Ha.ha.ha. So, did you come here to tease me or what?”

“Nope…that was just a bonus. I came to bring you that,” he motioned over at what he had sat on the table, “It’s not a gift or anything…I mean…it’s just that I haven’t been anywhere to buy you anything,” his face started to go a little red.

She interrupted, “Of course not, honestly, birthdays are not a big deal to me, the card was great!”

“You liked it?”

“Crookshanks has never looked better!”

“Well, good…I also brought you something to eat. You weren’t at dinner, so I wanted to make sure you didn’t go starving yourself. And I got you a few birthday biscuits! I would have gotten you cake, but you like biscuits better…and cake is hard to carry cause the frosting gets all smushed and…well, any way: cheers!”


She could not believe, later as she drifted off to sleep, just how great a birthday could be.


That had been the start of it. Every year the gift she looked forward to most was Ron’s card. The drawings, which really did show a talent that she could not believe he never showed off to anyone else, were always something amusing and always included a clever caption. She kept them all in a box in her trunk until the day she modified her parents’ memories. She could not bear the thought of them being lost or ruined on the hunt, so she hid them in a secret, magical compartment in her bedroom before leaving for the Burrow.

After their narrow escape from the Ministry, Ron’s splinching, and the effects of the locket, Hermione had all but forgotten about her birthday. And, had she remembered, she would have assumed that Ron surely had more important things on his mind. So, imagine her surprise, her unbridled joy, when she opened The Tales of Beadle the Bard on that one particular Friday in September, to find the gift she wanted almost more than any other because you really can’t wrap a kiss. The card, folded much more beautifully than usual, with an extremely well drawn picture of their tent, nestled in the pines, and the caption “No need to PINE, your birthday will be divine.” She almost groaned aloud at the horrible pun, but stopped short at the signature: Love, Ron.

anonymous asked:

Angst, angst, AND MORE ANGST and nsfw. can I get a fic where jumin and MC are already dating. One miraculous day, jumin has a day off and they decide to go on a date. While on a date, jumin stops and stares at a really pretty girl with white hair and blue eyes (like elizabeth) and jumins thinking that he has to go talk to her. He dares to leave MC by herself and she's like, forget you jumin. And she tries to walk out of jumins life but (obviously ) she can't because he's jumin

Angst, angst, angst!!!! *Cracks knuckles* Let’s do this Anon-san! 


I’m not sure if you wanted NSFW or not…? So I’m just going to keep it SFW. 

Oh for more angst Jumin and MC are engaged in this already!

You opened your mouth as Jumin fed you another spoonful of ice cream, smiling at the sweet coolness that settled on your tongue.

“Ice cream on a warm day is always the best!” You said, opening your mouth as Jumin fed you another spoonful. 

You heard Jumin chuckle softly, “I don’t understand how something as simple as ice cream can make you so happy.”

You smiled, looking up at the clear blue sky. Jumin finally had a day off, and the two of you were spending it together on such a beautiful day. You felt like the happiest person in the world.

Jumin was smiling softly as he continued to feed you ice cream, enjoying the expressions that flickered on and off your face. Slowly, his attention wondered to something behind you, and his eyes widen slightly. 

Behind you at a small cafe, was a woman with beautiful white hair. It was tied back loosely, curls hanging at the nape of her neck. And her eyes…her eyes were a magical cornflower blue, and Jumin struggled to pull his eyes off of her.

“Elizabeth…” He whispered softly

You looked up at him, “Jumin? What is it?”

As if snapping out a trance Jumin lowered his eyes back to yours, and he smiled nervously.

“I’ll go get something to drink. Wait here for me alright?” Jumin instructed, standing from his seat as you gave him a nod and a small smile.

Jumin made his way over to the woman at the cafe table, studying her before speaking.

“Excuse me” He started

The woman looked up from her coffee, throwing him a small smile before she answered, “Yes?”

And thus their conversation had started. It wasn’t that Jumin was interested in her romantically, no he had you. But she shared so many characteristics of Elizabeth, and Jumin began to loose track of the time as he chatted with her aimlessly, studying her reactions and responses. 

His phone buzzed in his pocket, your name displaying on the screen. Jumin locked his phone once more. 5 minutes, I’ll only be 5 minutes more.


4 hours. Jumin had been gone for 4 hours. The sky had turned dark and there was a night chill sweeping through the night. Where was Jumin? Worry filled you as you covered your arms, hugging yourself for warmth. You could even see your own breath! 

Jumin had told you to stay put, and you had. But he wasn’t answering his phone and no one had heard from in in the messenger. Had something happened? The only thing that had stopped your from going to search for him was the thought of if he returned only to find you gone. You two would have been on a wild goose chase.

“A-achoo!” You sneezed, sniffling as you shuddered. The weather had changed so quickly! Perhaps you should go home…wait for Jumin there with Elizabeth. Another cool blast of wind encouraged you, and you began to collect your things hurriedly. 

As you power walked out of the park you felt a sliver of unease creep up behind you. Ignoring it, you flagged down a taxi, waiting at the side of the rode for it to pull over. As you did see, you glanced across the street, the bright lights from the cafe catching your attention. What a cute cafe! You would definitely mention it to Ju-

Your heart dropped like a stone as your eyes landed on the sight of them. Jumin sat chatting with a beautiful woman, who resembled someone you knew, though you couldn’t figure out who. Jumin’s eyes were locked solely on her…and draped around her shoulders was his suit jacket. 

The night chill meant nothing to you as you felt your heart freeze solid. Jumin had left you in the cold for hours, forgetting about you completely as he hit it off with this woman! Your hand shook as you pressed your phone to your ear, your eyes never leaving the sight before you.

Jumin pulled his phone out, his eyes wide in alarm. It was this late already? He held a finger up towards the woman, 

“MC. I apologize. It’s gotten quite late and-”

“Where are you?” You asked, tears streaming down your face as you fought to keep the tremor from entering your voice. 

“Me? Ahh…right now I’m….it’s a little difficult to explain now. I’ll-” Jumin felt his heart breat increase, guilt eating at him. He hadn’t meant to spend so much here, especially since the woman was nothing like he expected. 

“Don’t worry. I know where you are.” You let a humorless laugh escape your lips as watched him stand from his seat, eyes frantic as he searched for you.

“Across the street. Where you left me…” You said, a small sob cutting into your words.

And finally, Jumin’s brown orbs met your own, freezing him in place as he took in the sight of you, tears flowing down your face, chilled to the bone.

“MC I-”

You hung up then, so hurt, so angry, so frustrated at yourself. How could you have believed that you were special? God how could you have believed in such a thing. Your fingers pulled at the cold metal that rested on your ring finger.

Jumin moves away from the table, much to the confusion of the white haired woman, alarmed at the sight before her. Jumin nearly knocks the table over as he runs out the gate calling your name.

You don’t look away as you slip the ring off your finger…and throw it into the street. It hits the concert with a dull thud, the sound echoing loud and clear in both yours, and Jumin’s ears. Wiping at your face you quickly climbed in the taxi, pushing the lock down.

Jumin slammed his hand against the window “MC!”

His breathing is raged, and the look of desperation and fear on his face cause your heart to clench in your chest. 

“Please go on to this address.” You order the driver, who watches Jumin wearily from the wheel. 

The taxi begins to move into gear, and Jumin’s heart beats into overdrive.

“MC! Please, listen to me! Don’t leave, don’t go! MC!” His hands pound at the window, and when the taxi begins to drive away he runs after it, runs after the love of his life, after you

But soon his legs give up on him, and the red tail lights of the taxi fade away. The sound of heels regain his attention. The white haired woman. She bends down in the street, picking up the deserted band from the ashes of your heart, and drops it into Jumin’s palms.

“I had no idea you were engaged.”

And then she walks away, leaving Jumin alone in the cold night air.

Eventually Jumin makes his way home, his heart aching and his soul decaying. He walks into the dark penthouse, lifeless. Elizabeth the Third brushes against his legs, and Jumin stiffens at the painful reminder of why you had gone. He pushes Elizabeth away, if only he hadn’t been enchanted by her characteristics, if only he had stayed away!

Elizabeth meows loudly, and Jumin’s anger at her melts away. No This was his own fault. He had been the one who had lost track of time, he had been the one lured in, and he had been the one to abandon you. Jumin lifted Elizabeth into his arms gently, cradling her against his chest as he slumped onto the floor. You had every right to leave him, Jumin knew that.

Yet his heart still withered in his chest as he called your phone over and over.

o0o00o0o0o0o0o0o0o0 (Take a cry break)

3 weeks had passed, and you still hadn’t recovered from the pain in your chest. Yoosung had been the one to help you find a place to stay until you found your own footing. Of course living in his family’s small vacation home wasn’t ideal, but it gave you shelter and you were thankful. 

Since he had been the one to offer it to you, Yoosung was the only member of the RFA who knew where you were. Everyone had discovered what happened between you and him, and they tried their best to stay out of it. However it was no secret that Yoosung knew your whereabouts.  

There was a knock at the door and you smiled as you got up from the couch. Yoosung always visited you at 4. You swung the door open,

“Yoosung!” You greeted

His green eyes were closed as he responded with a wide smile.

“MC!” Yoosung greeted back. 

In his arms was a large bouquet of pink full peonies. They nearly sparkled in his hands, and he smiled at you nervously. 

“Jumin brought it over to me again…they’re for you. Again. Ah, of course there’s a letter as usual too”  

You took the bouquet from Yoosung, stepping into a room that had pretty much become your storage room, you set the bouquet inside and placed the letter on a desk. The room was filled with 21 bouquets. One for everyday.

You shut the door and looked at Yoosung in surprise when he stepped outside the door again.

“Ah, I only came to drop that off. Sorry MC! LOLOL is calling me!”, Yoosung paused before fully leaving,

“MC. Do you know Jumin always goes somewhere after work? At least that’s what Jaehee said.”

And then he was gone, leaving you alone with a room filled with flowers and letters.

They didn’t all come with letters, in fact this was only the third one you had received. And of course you had read all of them. With a sigh you opened the envelope, puling at the small sheet of paper.


Are you doing alright? Yoosung tells me that you receive my letters and flowers every day. I’m glad. I’ve thought of over 100 possibilities about why you won’t send one back. And out of those 100 I’ve narrowed it down to 1. You’re still deeply hurt, and I don’t blame you. I understand completely. But please understand that it was never my intention to become involved with that woman romantically. The reason I left you there in the park…it was so idiotic that I don’t even understand why I did in the first place. I…I’ve never been good at expressing things with words. You’re the only one I need darling. Without you, I can barely stand to function. I never meant to hurt you. That woman was never suppose to take up that much time, you were never supposed to be stuck in the cold so long. I’m so angry at myself. It was freezing and I let you stay there. Be angry with me darling, hate me and curse me, but please don’t leave me. 

I would very much like to see you MC. However Yoosung still refuses to tell me your whereabouts. I would…like to go over what happened with you. Please. I love you.


Your heart burned against your chest. You loved Jumin. You truly, honestly did, with everything you were capable of. You believed him when he said it was a misunderstanding, that he loved you. Yet why was it that you were so afraid to reach out to him?

O0o0o0o0o0oo0o0o (3 days later)

Your heart was at it’s limit. You needed to see Jumin. But the pain in your heart always ate away at your courage, and you only postponed it to the next day. Your legs felt heavy, and you hadn’t eaten in hours. Did loving Jumin always make you this weak? This small?

With a groan you rose off your bed, maybe some fresh air would help. Heading outside you wrapped your scarf around your neck, protecting you from the cold evening chill.

You walked on and on, eyes on the ground as your thoughts churned over and over in your mind. The scream of laughing children jolted you back to reality, and to your surprise you found yourself in the park where you had waited for Jumin in the cold. How had you ended up here?

Continuing to walk along you spotted the seat where Jumin had fed you ice cream, and your chest constricted. What was he doing now?

As if to answer your thoughts, a tall well dressed figure entered your line of sight. Jumin. 

He stood underneath the tree in the exact spot you had been that night. In his hands was another extravagant bouquet of peonies. 

“Ah you’re here again?” You saw a little girl run up to him.

Jumin nodded at her, petting her head softly.

“Hey Ahjussi (Mister, used to call an unfamiliar grown man in Korean) can I have the flowers again if she doesn’t come?” 

Another little girl came running up to him, “Ah! That’s not fair, you got the flowers everyday last week!”

You watched as they bickered. Every day last week….? Jumin hadn’t only sent the flower to Yoosung to give to you, he had been waiting here with them everyday? Is this where he disappeared everyday after work?

Your heart reacted to the sight of him, thawing out from the cold ice you had frozen it in. Jumin’s eyes had dark bags under the, and he looked oh so tired. Yet you drank him in, feeling relief just from the sight of him. Your scarf fluttered in the wind, blowing away from your neck as you stared at him, and you lunged after in alarm, staring at it as it landed at the feet of Jumin (kill me for this cliche)

Jumin picked the scarf off carefully, the two little girls scampering away. He paused as he began to stand back up, this scarf…

His eyes flew up to yours instantly, and you felt your breath catch in your chest at the spark of life that fluttered in his eyes.

“MC.” He breaths, and the world stops for a moment, your eyes locked on each other. There’s only you two, only the feeling of relief and ease that flows to both your chests as you relish in the presence of the other.

But the moment doesn’t last long. Something white catches your eye, and you blink in confusion. Snow. That’s all it takes for your pain to come crashing back to your, for your wounds to reopen. You turn around, forsaking the scarf as you try to escape.

However Jumin’s even faster. You ran from him last time, and he’d be damned if he let you get away a second time. His hand grips your wrist tightly, the bouquet crashing to the ground. Your body is swirled back around and you fall against his chest with a sharp thud.

Jumin feels the physical pain of being apart from you actually leave his body, and he squeezes you tightly.

“MC….MC….MC…” He mutters again and again, ignoring your hands that push against his chest, ignoring the way that you squirm in his embrace. 

“Jumin! L-let go!” You order, disregarding the way your heart continues to thaw in his arms. You have to get away, distance yourself while you can still hang on to your anger. 

Jumin’s arms lock around you tighter, and his head lowers to your ear as he speaks lowly,

“Just listen to me. Just like this. I’ll go crazy if I can’t touch you. God MC, I’ve missed you so much.”

You stop resisting, accepting the fact that he won’t let go of you. You refuse to meet his eyes,

“It’s too late Jumin. I can’t go back to how we were before. I-” The words are pouring out of you in a panic, you need to latch onto something, anything to keep you from clinging onto these strong arms.

But Jumin tilts your chin up, wiping your tears softly with the pads of his thumb. “I’m sorry MC. I’m so so sorry. Please forgive me. It wasn’t ever going to lead to anything, I swear.” He whispers, forehead against your own.

And of course you believe him. Jumin wouldn’t just be smitten with a woman that easily. Of course the words in his letter…they come rushing back to your mind and you feel even more of your anger dissipate. Jumin’s eyes are filled with worry and his hands are so cold. How long had he been here? Waiting for you everyday?

“Jumin…” You whisper, lips trembling as more tears fall from your eyes.

You’re so tired of fighting him. So tired of trying to stay away from him, when all you ever need in your life is him. You wrap your arms around him tightly, and you hear Jumin take in a breath as if he had been holding it this whole time.

His voice is tight, strained as he says, “You…forgive me? Just like that? But…but I haven’t explained. I haven’t-”

You bury your face in his strong chest and shake your head furiously.

“I understand. I got them. I read them. I understand Jumin.”

Jumin processes your words for a moment, before pulling away slightly too look down at you.

“My letters…you read them.”

You give a small nod, seeing that while you recovered from your hurt, Jumin was trying to recover from his own as well. 

He presses a kiss to your forehead softly, and you cry harder into his chest. This is where you were meant to be. This is what you needed.

“Shhhh, shhh don’t cry darling.” Jumin soothes, wiping away at your tears and wrapping you back in your scarf. 

He presses a passionate kiss against your lips, a kiss filled with so much longing, so much relief, brimming to the top with love and affection and so much more, that it shakes you to your very core. 

When he pulls away both of your breaths fog into the air, intertwining in the small space that exists between the two of you. 

“Jumin…lets…let’s go home. I love you.” You whisper.

Jumin’s silent for a moment, his eyes felt with so much emotion. So much love and so much guilt. He reaches for your hand, pulling away and locking them together tightly.

“Yes…I love you….let’s go home.’ He echos back, and the two of you begin to walk away together, the bouquet of pink peonies shining brightly against the snow. 

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry if you can't write this if it's part of the rules but can I have RFA++(if it's okay) reacting to an MC suddenly had a depression and self harm relapse? I'm sorry if this is too much;; I just had a relapse and I need to feel better rn.

hey, love💛 don’t be sorry at all, I’d be glad to write this for you^^ I hope this makes you feel better! Remember that the rfa and I are here for you, we love you lots, and you’re always welcome to my inbox(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥

[ just in case: trigger warnings! for mentions of self harm!] 


  • everything was supposed to be fine now
  • there was nothing wrong, in fact, mc has had some of the best days they had in a long time
  • but they just…yeah
  • they felt like explaining wouldn’t help
  • and mc really, really didn’t want to, but they found themselves back where they swore they wouldn’t be 
  • which was crying quietly, in the bathroom, hurting themselves again
  • they broke their two year cleanliness 
  • zen came back from getting the two of them some goldfish-shaped bread and couldn’t find mc anywhere
  • until he heard faint crying coming from the bathroom 
  • he knocked on the door first. “mc? are you alright?” 
  • mc couldn’t answer back, too scared of what his reaction would be
  • “babe? i’m coming in.” “no! no, im fine. I just..I fell, I’ll be ok.”
  • Zen didn’t buy it. he opened the door and found them on the floor, trying to clean the blood away and crying
  • he immediately ran to their side, kneeling before them and taking a towel
  • he doesn’t react how mc thought he would. he doesn’t ask why, doesn’t visibly stress out, doesn’t get upset with them
  • instead, he pulls mc into his lap and gently cleans them up, kissing their shoulder every once in awhile and whispers slowly
  • “it’s okay. this does not diminish the progress you made. you feel for a little, but you’ll get back up. I’ll do whatever it takes to help you back up. But you are amazingly strong. I love you..I love you so much.”


  • yoosung didn’t notice it at first 
  • it was honestly hard to notice 
  • mc never ate a lot, but they always ate three meals
  • and they still did! but their meals got smaller and smaller
  • then they stopped eating lunch when yoosung wasn’t around
  • it didn’t show physically, but yoosung could tell
  • mc’s stomach rumbled more than it used to. they were more grumpy, not as bright as they usually were
  • so he stopped by the house one day. mc had just texted him that they were eating right now
  • when he got there, however, they weren’t
  • they were just sitting there, wrapped up in blankets, not wanting to move
  • “honey..” he said, a sad smile on his face. mc was surprised - he didn’t tell them he was coming home 
  • “you haven’t been eating..” mc doesn’t answer him 
  • “I had breakfast..” “that was breakfast, though, honey.”
  • they don’t take the conversation any further, but yoosung goes into the kitchen and gets mc a granola bar
  • he sits down next to them and takes their hand, kissing their cheek 
  • “start here. we’ll go slowly, love. but I need you to be healthy..I’ll be there every step of the way.”


  • jaehee and mc didn’t have the best sleeping habits
  • they were getting better, though !
  • the latest they slept was at 11. for a week now!
  • progress!
  • or, it was for jaehee
  • mc was still tired, always. like they hadn’t slept well in months 
  • their mood didn’t really alter, but they kept yawning 
  • and they still refused to take a nap, even
  • one night, jaehee couldn’t sleep
  • so much for that record 
  • but what was more important was that she found mc still awake, looking like they were practically fighting sleep
  • “mc, sweetheart, what are you doing awake?” mc looked at her in surprise
  • “can’t sleep. but it’s alright, love. you should be asleep too.”
  • jaehee knows something is off. “how long have you not been able to sleep, mc?”
  • they yawn, but try to play it off. “just since last night. it’s fine. what’s another all nighter?”
  • jaehee sits up, pulling mc over. “you need rest, love. you’re hurting yourself like this.” she kisses their nose. “i want you to be happy and healthy, and its going to take awhile, but we can start with being healthy. I’ll be right beside you as you fight.”


  • jumin was like a hawk
  • he knew their routine. it was hard to do anything to hurt themselves
  • but mc found a way
  • no one watched them while they ate…so if they could just order something small and throw it away..
  • or invite a friend over to give them the meal..
  • no one would know that mc wasn’t eating 
  • again, it barely showed anything different physically
  • but one of the chefs got suspicious and worried 
  • so they tell him 
  • and he decides to come home when mc ordered something small, like a little salad
  • he walked through the door as soon as mc opened the trashcan
  • “…my love?” he asked
  • mc looked at him with wide eyes, the fork just barely starting to push the food down
  • “honey! you’re home early..” “is something wrong?” “no, i- it’s a lot…”
  • “mc…” 
  • they slowly put the bowl on the counter and look to the floor
  • jumin walks over to them and lifts their chin, making them look at him
  • “mc, don’t hide from me again, my love…i want you to tell me how you’re feeling. i want to know…and i want to help you…please don’t hesitate to tell me what you feel, no matter how dark you feel it is. i want to support you and help you through it.”

707 / luciel / saeyoung

  • it was fairly easy to play it off at first
  • because they told saeyoung they wanted to stay up with him
  • but then it got to the point where even when he wanted to sleep early, they would stay up
  • mc had been drinking a lot of Dr. Pepper, too..for the sugar rush
  • saeyoung had an eye for things like this. partly because he did the same thing before
  • but also because he’s done worse, too
  • mc was going on their sixth soda of the day when saeyoung took it from their hands
  • “no fair!” they said. saeyoung just put it back in the fridge before going back to them
  • he carried them onto his lap and made them face him
  • “you need to sleep.” 
  • mc was surprised, confused. “’s two in the afternoon.”
  • “and you haven’t slept properly in a week. you might get worse..”
  • now they were more surprised. “saeyoung-”
  • “i just- mc…not sleeping seems harmless, but it really isn’t good for you. you’re hurting yourself that way. and if you continue, it might make you want to do something even worse..” 
  • he wraps his arms around mc and puts his head in the neck. “please, let’s start with a nap. i’ll sleep with you, but i’m going to make sure you do, first. i need my agent 606 healthy…and i want the love of my life to know that it’s ok to hurt…but they need to take care of themselves..” 

v / jihyun

  • mc tried really hard for jihyun
  • they knew that rika had this kind of problem, not handling it the same way mc did, but the same problem nonetheless
  • however, jihyun failed rika. at least, that’s what he thought. he couldn’t fail mc
  • but it was getting to be too much for them
  • they could barely act happy for his sake
  • but he wasn’t home right now..and if they could just- just once-
  • scars healed. he would never know…
  • jihyun came home early, though
  • he thought mc stepped out to go to the store, so the bathroom was free
  • it wasn’t. he walked in on mc over the sink, staring at him with wide eyes 
  • v wasted no time at all. he rushed to their side, gently but firmly taking their other hand
  • “Angel,” he breathed out. mc started crying. “i’m sorry, V- Jihyun- I just-” 
  • he shushes them, taking their face into his hands 
  • “it’s ok. you don’t need to apologize, Angel. what we need to do us clean you up”
  • they do just that, jihyun putting bandages on 
  • “mc…i will do anything i can to help you. we can look for someone to help, we can take it slowly. but please…don’t hide anything from me. I won’t lose you..I want to help you..”


  • saeran is extremely good at noticing self-destructive behavior
  • especially because he has the tendency to do it himself
  • so mc has to be subtle
  • in all honesty, they shouldn’t even be doing this
  • they were supposed to be helping him, not sinking into their own depression
  • but it was hard. and they still wanted to be an example for saeran
  • so they took up scratching instead of anything else 
  • it wasn’t visible and they could easily play it off
  • but saeran noticed. of course he noticed
  • their skin was red all the time. not to the point of almost being cut, but it was getting there
  • and he knew there was only one reason for it
  • “mc…are you hurting yourself?” 
  • “what? no, of course not, saeran”
  • “don’t lie to me. you’re scratching.”
  • mc was surprised at how he picked up on it so quickly, but they can’t lie to him again
  • “…I am…”
  • he takes their hand and brings their arm to him, kissing the fingers on his other hand before pressing it to their skin
  • “we’ll get better together”
I Can’t Love You Back

Summary: You try to make sense of lingering feelings for Jensen, even as you find your own happiness without him. Third part to Two-Prompt One-Shot #43 and Heart Won’t Lie
Pairing: Jensen x Reader (more implied in this installment)
Word Count: 1400
Warnings: None, I think?
Challenge: @wayward-oneshots 300 Follower Challenge! Brook, I’m so sorry this is so late. My prompt was Easton Corbin’s I Can’t Love You Back

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Got7 Reaction #17 - You (Their crush) confess your love while you’re drunk

anon asked: bigbang and got7 reaction to you (their crush) confessing to them while you’re drunk af?


Mark: He’s incredulous. Seriously?? You confessed when you’re drunk? He was now more confused than ever. Does he confess when you’re sober?! Does he brush it off?! He didn’t even know if you were talking about him or if you were so drunk that you thought he was someone else! You left him dazed and confused, The next morning you would wake up to a phone call from Mark scolding you on letting yourself get so drunk that you would say all these things. He’d tell you everything you said and when you admitted that you meant all your words, he’d sigh heavily and say,

“I really wish it didn’t happen this way but I’m sort of glad it did. I probably never would have confessed my love for you if you hadn’t first.”

Originally posted by got7official

Jaebum: SO FREAKING PUMPED OMG!! His gummy smile would stretch across his face and he’d start dancing from excitement. You thought he was Jackson (which he had to make a mental note to punch him later because he apparently knew you liked him but never told him) and you asked if you should confess tonight!! You didn’t know that you already did, and probably wouldn’t remember it. When you woke up tomorrow you better believe he would be there to take care of you, make you promise to never get that drunk again, and then he’d confess to you after teasing you about the things you did the night before.

Originally posted by wangparkpups

Jackson: So frustrated. He was planning on confessing to you three days from now but you beat him to it. When Jackson likes someone, it’s kind of obvious and the way you responded to him let him know that you were interested. He was so close to asking you out in this super cool, super romantic way, but here you were hanging on him and spilling your deepest feelings for him. Don’t get it wrong he was happy… he just wished it happened in a more romantic way than this.

“Please stop talking Y/n… You’re starting to not make sense any more. Just… let me confess to you tomorrow okay?”

You: “M’kaay jagiii~”

Originally posted by seokijn

Jinyoung: Did they just…? He’d be frozen and unsure of the entire situation. His heart was racing, his cheeks turning red, and his mouth was hanging open at your slurred words. The next day he’d be there (being the one that took you home to make sure you got there safely) and he’d have eggs and coffee ready for you to try to soak up any left over alcohol in your system. You would barely have taken two bites when he asks you if you remember last night, then he’d let you know what you said. Depending on your reaction to your confession, he would probably end up confessing himself and then scolding you for letting yourself get that drunk.

“I was afraid that you’d end up hurting yourself… Please just if you’re going to do that again, let me be with you, okay?”

Originally posted by jypnior

Youngjae: -once again, please ignore the subtitles TT.TT-

He’d be so stunned that he wouldn’t comprehend what you’re saying. It was half out of disbelief, half out of respect for your privacy that he wouldn’t listen to your rant about how much you loved him. He’d sing over you talking, hum loudly, whatever he could to block out your spew of words that he knew you’d be mortified about saying if you were sober. He’d get you home safely and find a way to get you to drink a lot of water and finally to sleep it off. In the morning you’d find a note that explained that he took you home so that you were safe. He’d leave out everything you said, but the parts that he did hear over his singing would bug him until he finally got frustrated enough to confess to you himself. He only hoped that you had meant everything you had said while drunk.

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Kunpimook: Laughing his ass off, he’d end up whipping out his phone to record your confession to him. He knew you wouldn’t remember it in the morning, so he needed proof that this actually happened. He’d never show anyone the recording (other than you of course) and he’d make sure that you got back to your house safe. He’d spend the evening at your apartment with you, listening to your nonsensical chatter about everything from how you loved him to how your dog/cat would look adorable with a little wizard hat on their head.

You would wake up the next morning to a text from BamBam. It was the video of you confessing, playing on a loop. His caption?

‘Never forget that you’re the one to confess to me first jagi! I accept your confession of course, you and I are now dating. I get to keep this video as punishment for you not letting me confess first though, okay~?’

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Yugyeom: The moment the words left your lips he was a blushing, smiling, and fluffy little goof. He knew that you thought he was someone else, who he wasn’t sure of, so he kept asking you in more and more detail how felt about him. You’d end up telling him everything from the moment you realized you liked him to how you almost died from how hot you thought he looked in the ‘never ever’ music video.

Each confession made him happier and happier and soon he was just bouncing around, dancing crazily, and overall making a fool of himself. In the morning he’d wake you up by jumping in your bed and screaming “JAGI~ I’M SO GLAD YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU LOVED ME LAST NIGHT!”

You’d be so confused and flustered but that would make him laugh even harder than he already was. He would tease you SO FREAKING BADLY about it, but that’s only because you had made him so happy with your confession. He’d end up kissing your forehead after teasing you for a few hours and he’d ask you out on your first official date.

-pretend that you’re mark-

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A/N: Why do I feel like this is something I’d end up doing? lol I’d embarass myeself so badly omg xD

anonymous asked:

Headcanons of him finding out his s/o feels unworthy of him. They're not smart, strong, talented and can't do anything right. The worst part? They don't even have a quirk to protect themselves. How does Amajiki, Kirishima, Todoroki, TetsuTetsu, Shinsou & Midoriya comfort them?


  • nervous boy is a strong believer that inner strength is more important than any quirk
  • he also believes that he’s not very strong so if you say you’re not as strong as him he’s like ?????? wat
  • will explain that people don’t have worth. he’s with you because you make him happy and you don’t need to prove yourself to anyone, especially him
  • he’ll list off all the times you’ve comforted him or made him feel less shy as examples of just a few things you’ve done right
  • highkey thinks he’s not worthy to have you so like how does that work


  • he’s going to demand the exact details of where this kind of thinking came from bc he’s not having any of it
  • “people don’t deserve each other. I’m with you because I want to be.” 
  • his grades suck so if you bring up how you don’t feel smart he’s like bro same
  • you’re not strong? cool y’all are now training together to fix that
  • you feel like you can’t protect yourself? you now have practice sparing with Bakugou and Ochaco twice a week
  • quirks are irrelevant like he hates his own quirk so he explains how having a quirk wouldn’t really fix that line of thought


  • pretty similar to Kirishima’s approach like he’s training you now
  • confesses that he always feels like he has to prove himself to you, not the other way around
  • there’s no one in the world like you but Kirishima and him are similar down to the quirk so what if you think Kiri is better someday
  • is ridiculously affectionate from now on like he figures he just needs to show you how much you mean to him
  • he shows you off as much as he can bc he thinks you’re the light of his life and he’s so proud of everything you do 


  • Thinks you sound like his dad so he shuts that down asap
  • “Do you want to be in a relationship with me?” “yes but-” “well I wanna be with you too. problem solved.”
  • He’ll train you but he really wants to protect you. even if you had a bad ass quirk he’d want to protect you
  • “quirks are limiting. you have no control over what quirks you have or don’t have. its probability and genetics, not a judgement on you.”
  • he tells you how amazing you are to handle someone like him, and he’s positive he doesn’t deserve you either so its a draw


  • oh boy he’s gonna use a lot of logic to talk you out of this
  • “so judging people based on their quirk or lack of it is totally fine?”
  • Deku pretty much beat him based on strength so you’re training along with him now
  • “(Y/N), I controlled Deku’s mind to make him walk out of bounds. I’ve done stuff like that a million times, and somehow I still lost. I have like 3 friends. How are you not good enough for me if I mess up everything too?” 
  • When you argue back at him about how amazing he is and bring up examples he kinda stares at you until you realize how everything you just said can be applied to you
  • He’ll also mention how intellect is literally unable to be measured or defined like if you need help with school he’ll help you study, if you wanna be good with strategics he’ll help you with that. you can always learn more, just like he’s still learning.


  • Thinks it’s his fault
  • Lists off every positive thing you’ve ever done along with everything he likes about you like you have to get him a glass of water so he doesn’t lose his voice
  • so confused because you’re the best thing that ever happened to him and he thinks you’re a goddess so the whole idea of you not deserving him is so impossible
  • Just like everyone else, he trains with you, might even ask All Might to train you in self defense. 
  • Tells you talent isn’t nearly as important or helpful as effort. Izuku was never talented but he worked harder than ever to achieve his goals. Talent is finite and random, effort is always increasing. 
Music Series: Can’t Help Falling In Love by Elvis Presley

You’re killin’ me, Smalls…you’re really killin’ me…

Beautiful old song…dripping with sap and cheese. Thank you, Anon, for this request and for reading!

Can’t Help Falling In Love” by Elvis Presley, found HERE on Spotify. xo



Wise men say, Only fools rush in

But I can’t help falling in love with you

Shall I stay? Would it be a sin

If I can’t help falling in love with you?

Harry lay on one end of the long sofa, pressing his feet lightly against your own as you lay opposite, facing him, his long toes grabbing yours. You look around your book and see him smiling sweetly at you. You giggle at his goofiness that you find so endearing, and set your book aside.

In the quiet of the still, peaceful day, Harry cherished these moments with you. Quiet moments where no words are needed, just being in your presence made him happy. Early morning or late evening walks along the property line, holding hands and stealing kisses. Watching a movie together as you lay back against his chest, his arms around you, pulling you closer every now and then to kiss the top of your head lightly. Lying beside you in bed, simply feeling your body flush with his as you both sleep. Every day he fell more and more in love with you.

Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be

Take my hand,

Take my whole life, too

For I can’t help falling in love with you

Harry watched as you harmonized beautifully with his family. They loved you, and they could see how much Harry was in love with you.

“She’s wonderful, Harry,” Anne told him on your last visit to spend time with his family. She and her son sat outside, watching you kick a ball around with some relative’s kids, as family came to visit Harry while he was home.

“She is, isn’t she?” Harry confirmed. “Love her a lot, mum.”

“I know you do,” she grins. “I can see it.”

“Going to make her my wife someday, you know,” he smiles.

Anne’s face lights up. “Are you?!” she laughs, hugging her youngest. “Oh, Harry, that’s wonderful! Babies!”

Harry laughs at his mother jumping immediately from the subject of marriage to grandchildren.

“Not sure either of us are quite ready for that, mum,” he chuckles. “But I’d be lying if I said I don’t think about it. No other person I would ever want as mummy to my children.”

He looked at his mother, who had a smile, but tears falling from her eyes, so happy for her child. She hugged him again tightly, as they watched you together.

Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be

As you stood on the little foot bridge, overlooking a nearby pond, you glance at Harry who is looking at you, and chuckle.

“What?” you laugh.

“I just love you,” he replies. “More than I know how to explain. More than I have words for. More than I ever thought I could feel for another person.”

“I love you, too,” you return, kissing him sweetly.

You hear him begin to speak, but his throat catches, making you smile. Harry takes your hands in his, turning you to face him, and kissing you passionately, before looking at you with watery eyes. With more love in your heart for this man than you know what to do with, you watch as he slowly lowers himself down to one knee, squeezing your hands tightly, your brows scrunching inward slightly.

“I don’t have a ring,” he laughs, “Not yet, at least. But, I don’t want to wait any longer…I can’t. You mean everything to me, and I don’t want to spend another day without the promise that someday you’ll be my wife, and the mother of my children.” You smile as a crying laugh escapes your throat. “Will you share the rest of your life with me, love? Say you’ll marry me.”

Take my hand,

Take my whole life, too

For I can’t help falling in love with you

For I can’t help falling in love with you

anonymous asked:

Ok ok a jerejean prompt: Jean is taller than Jeremy so if he does not bend down to kiss him, Jeremy has to stand on his toes but just, imagine, Jeremy is drunk and is failing So Hard to reach Jeans lips he's about to cry. He needs to give this boy kisses and hugs but he Can't Reach which brings out Emotional Drunk Jeremy Knox. Jean is thoroughly Amused.

Bless, you, anon for this prompt! :D

It starts with a party and too many drinks, as things often do. Trojans have earned their Class I Exy Champion title and everyone is celebrating their comeback from last year’s disastrous game against Foxes. Alvarez is pretty sure Jeremy has gone from most hated Trojans captain (as much as anyone can ever hate Jeremy Knox) back to the most loved one, and there are already tens of articles that talk about Trojans’ smart tactics and bettering their team through their loss the previous year, articles that praise Jeremy’s captainship and how much he has grown as both captain and a player, and how bright is his future.

Right now “the promising striker” and “an amazing leader to his talented teammates” is mooning over his boyfriend and Alvarez is trying not to smirk too obviously at the sight of two girls from USC Song Girls squad giving up on their attempt to gain Jeremy’s attention while Jeremy looks like he is on a mission to wrap himself around Jean.

Jean, who has been drinking water all night, is discussing the game with guys from lacrosse team and Laila, who even tipsy is more coherent than Alvarez can ever be when she’s sober.

“—a really good shot,” Jean says and there’s a small smile on his face that makes Alvarez and Laila exchange grins. Maybe they are too invested in Jean’s wellbeing and happiness, but Jean is one of them now, one of Trojans, and she just wants the best for her team. So what is she is feeling all warm and fuzzy when Jean who looked like death is on his heels, Jean who thought “fun is for children” looks happy? It’s been a long year. “Don’t you agree, Jeremy?”

“You are too tall,” Jeremy replies with a frown and Alvarez almost chokes on her drink. Here we go.

“What?” Jean is obviously confused about how that answer is related to their conversation and Laila is obviously trying not to giggle. There are elbows nudges between lacrosse players but they do try to continue their conversation about the game while Jeremy is… Alvarez is not sure what he is doing anymore? From her point of view, it looks like he is trying to climb Jean.

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Five Minutes - [Grace/Frankie]

This is my first Grace and Frankie fic! More to come. I just love them to pieces. Here on A03.


Grace anxiously licked her fingers before flipping the page, scanning the same paragraph twice, then a third time, not sure she was even digesting half of what she read. She took a sip of her wine, smoothing out the wrinkles in her blue pajama pants as she sat straight up on the bed, eyes shifting to the door every few minutes without even realizing it. When she caught herself, her stomach ached, pinging with guilt and questions she couldn’t yet find the courage to answer.

She and Frankie came home from their hot air balloon ride hours ago. Frankie disappeared into her studio soon after, coming down from the thrill of the experience, it’s breathtaking views, nothing but the wind and the smell of propane to distract them from the looming tension in their lives. Nothing else seemed to matter for the hour or so they soared above the city, nothing but the fact that things didn’t have to change, not yet at least. Grace could still feel the sun on her face, the pressure of Frankie’s hand on her back as they stood together, mostly silent, trying not to think about anything other than the fact that things felt good, just the way they were, in that perfect moment.

“Hey,” Frankie’s distinctive voice cut through the silence.

Grace jumped a little, looking up to find the other woman finally standing in the doorway, wringing her hands, fidgeting furiously before shoving them in the pockets of her denim nightgown.

“Hey,” the blonde cleared her throat, speaking softly as she removed her glasses, abandoning them with her book on the nightstand. “How’d it go? Did you talk to Jacob?”

“I did,” Frankie nodded.

“And?” Grace nudged.

“I told him I had a chance to think about things from a ‘higher plane,’ though I didn’t mention the balloon ride. I knew that would make him way too jealous,” she shared. “But I did say he was right. Santa Fe sounds like the perfect place for me, in many ways. It has everything I could want from a creative and spiritual perspective. Vibrant arts scene. Vegan food trucks. Mud bathing nudist colonies.”

“Uh huh,” Grace winced at the thought. “So…you said yes then? You’ll go with him?”

“No,” Frankie answered quickly. “I said I couldn’t. Not now, not ever. So we broke up. For good.”

“Wow,” Grace swallowed, a bit stunned. She ran a hand through her hair, heart racing. “But I…I thought you loved him?”

“I do,” she sighed. “But not enough to leave all this behind. My home. My family. You.”

Grace did her best to school her features, knowing her eyes said more than she wanted them to, but she kept breathing just the same.

“And…what did he say?”

“He said I should think about what that really means.”

“Yeah,” Grace practically whispered. “What, uh…what does it mean exactly?”

“I don’t know,” Frankie turned away, dropping her eyes uncharacteristically, pacing at the foot of the bed. “That I’m happy I suppose?”

“Are you?”

“You know I am,” she told her. “Except…”

“What?” Grace waited on bated breath.

Frankie stopped moving, slowly looking up. It was so quiet, they could hear the waves crashing onto the beach from the other side of the house.

“Can I please sleep in here tonight?” she finally exploded, flopping onto the bed, grabbing hold of one of Grace’s ankles for extra effect.

“Not this again,” Grace rolled her eyes, shimmying away.

“Please? I know I’m not alone anymore, not metaphorically or even literally, but I did just break up with my boyfriend and I could use some extra human energy flowing in and around my aura right now. Please? Please, Grace.”

“Fine,” she relented, a bit too quickly.

“Oh thank you,” Frankie climbed up the length of the king sized bed, pulling the covers back, burying herself beneath them like she belonged there, like she’d done it a million times.

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