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He’s Dangerous, But Not Around You: Part 3

A/N: This sort of ends abruptly, but if I didn’t end it here the imagine would have been extremely long so I’ll be posting part 4 within the next three days x 

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Three months after Harry called off his relationship with Y/n, it was his birthday, and just like every other year for the past five, the boys decided to spend his birthday weekend at Louis’ family lake house. It was one of the few times a year they’d go- only saved for special occasions. It’s secluded, far from the city, but close enough so that it’s not too much out of their way.

Their tradition when it comes to Harry’s birthday weekend has remained the same for years now. A bonfire, a couple of poker games, countless amounts of beer, and occasional midnight skinny dipping. However, this year, the only change in tradition is Y/n not being there.

The second Harry steps foot out of his car, the whole idea of spending his birthday without Y/n makes him feel sick to his stomach. This was their favorite place to be together. They didn’t know why, but something about the privacy and the exclusiveness of it enhanced their relationship in unimaginable ways. They have had many occasions where they would flee from London without a word and spend a couple days alone here. 

The guys scurry out of the car in excitement, absolutely stoked to be back in the grand Tomlinson lake house. Harry sighs, slamming his car door shut before half-heartedly making his way inside.

He can’t blame their excitement when it came to the celebration weekend, however, they hadn’t seemed to notice how off Harry became the first couple of hours upon their arrival. But what else did he expect? He didn’t tell them, he didn’t tell them any of it. He didn’t want to. He knew they knew, anyways, but he had constantly beat himself up, blaming himself for destroying the one thing in his life he felt was genuinely worth fighting for. If he had told them what he did, he would never hear the end of it. He didn’t need anyone else to remind him of how much he had fucked up.

But ever since Y/n had left, something in him changed. He had no desire to fight anymore. Three days after he broke it off, he was worse than ever. Getting himself into numerous fights multiple times a day. It was his way of coping the loss of her, the loss of his only true humanity. However, when the fourth day came, and Harry started to really understand the fact that he was never going to see Y/n again, was when the pain really set in. He felt himself suffocating in a horrendous amount of guilt. 

She had tried so hard, she pushed him harder than anybody else had. Nobody put as much faith in him as she had. She stayed with him in times he truly didn’t deserve it. Hell, there were even days where she was so mad at him that all she could do was yell and yell and yell, and even then she still slept in the same bed as him. He couldn’t live with letting all of that go- letting her go- so he decided to prove himself wrong

It was the biggest fight of his life, the one against himself; when half of him wanted to inflict his pain onto other people and the other half wanting desperately to change himself for the sake of his relationship with Y/n. But he knew he was stronger than the monster inside of him, even though he believed he was weaker. What made him strong was Y/n’s relationship with him, he would stop at nothing to get her back.

It didn’t take Y/n more than a couple days to tell Zayn what had happened. He called her, asking what was going on since Harry had been a complete wreck with no sign of her in his life. She explained, in the best that she could between her harsh sobs and broken whimpers that Harry had left her. He broke up with her, tried to convince her that they didn’t belong together, and eventually confessed that he wasn’t willing to change for her. 

Y/n made him promise not to tell anybody else because she felt that this was Harry’s responsibility, not anybody else. Of course, Zayn kept his promise and never said a word about it to anyone. 

The rest of the guys tried to get it out of him, though. They never forced it, but occasionally mentioned her to see what he would say or do, but he just ignored them. The mention of her name killed him on the inside, and he, truthfully, still couldn’t face the reality that they aren’t together anymore.

To say the guys have been concerned for him is an understatement. Yeah, he’s stopped fighting, but he’s still not the same Harry he was when he was with Y/n. He’s constantly thinking, his mind always somewhere not where it’s supposed to be. He drinks more, too, which used to spike up his anger, but now only spikes up his sadness. He has no motivation to do anything besides stay in his house and dwell on the guilt he’s carried.

Getting him to the lake house is one of their ways of getting him to heal. They just don’t know how much this place kills him, though. God, he can’t even look at a single square inch of it without seeing her in his head. How the hell is he going to get through the weekend?

The boys begin to notice how hurt Harry is when he begins to prepare for the bonfire they planned on having later that night. This is Harry’s first birthday after his break up with Y/n, and instead of telling them how truly heartbreaking it was for him, he avoided that topic of conversation completely. He was already depressed enough, he didn’t need to bury himself in it on his own birthday.

While Harry sets up the firewood needed for the bonfire, he’s distant. He’s distracted, not consuming himself in any of the boys’ conversations. They know Y/n’s already on his mind, she’s the only one who gets him daydreaming.

Harry sighs, lifting heavy piles of wood and constructing them into a setup for later. He’s finished now, has been finished for a while, but he just can’t stop. All he can think about is how Y/n isn’t with him, how she’s probably in her new home, sulking, hating him for ruining her life. It’s his birthday, and she probably hates him.

He sighs, placing his hands on his knees and leaning forward, eyes trained on the ground. He just can’t get her out of his head, no matter how much he tries to distract himself, almost every waking moment he’s thinking about the first time they met.

They were at a party Zayn’s aunt decided to host. It was a casual-formal event, just something special for her close friends to feel welcomed to upon their return to London after being in the states for a while.

Zayn was, obviously, invited. His aunt even insisted on him bringing his best friends, which he probably would have done anyways because he wasn’t too familiar with the family the party was for. The only member he’s ever really talked to was Y/n. She was super shy, very introverted, but was extremely sweet nonetheless. She had talked to Zayn a couple times when they stayed at his aunt’s house simultaneously. Other than that, they didn’t talk much.

“C’mon, you’re just gonna stand in the corner all night?” Zayn approached Harry, a glass of vodka held loosely in his hands.

Harry was pissed he was even in the situation he was in. Social events weren’t his thing, never something he found entertaining. He didn’t care about this stupid family’s return, he didn’t even know them.

“This is the last goddam place I want to be right now” Harry seethed, “I’m pissed off at you for even fucking forcing me here, don’t force me to try and mingle too.”

He let out a slight grumble in Zayn’s direction before making his way to the mini bar. On his way, in the midst of his aggravation, he felt a body collide with his. He groaned, a slight growl in the mix, definitely not in any mood for people to get in his way.

“Watch where you’re-“

“Oh, sorry” the girl gasped, “didn’t see you there.”

Harry’s body immediately froze at the sight of her. She was the most stunning woman he’s ever seen. Her eyes were sparkling with sorrow, lips parted slightly due to the impact. Her outfit complimented her body shape beautifully, leaving him absolutely speechless.

“I- It’s okay” he stuttered, eyes never leaving her, “are you okay?”

She nodded slightly, completely captivated by the most handsome man standing in front of her. God, how he was so beautiful, she would have never known a man like this could ever exist in this world.

“I’m okay” she softly spoke, “thank you.”

Harry insisted on buying her a drink as a way to apologize for not exactly paying attention to where he was going. They chatted for a while, mainly about the party. Come to find out, she was the daughter of Zayn’s aunt’s friends. She hadn’t gone to the states with them, however, she didn’t really make too much of an effort to go and see her in her stay in London.

They were talking quite well, considering Harry definitely did give her an attitude at times and somehow made her feel extremely intimidated whenever he did so. But he had to admit, it was one of the best conversations he’s had in a while, despite his unfriendly character.

“What’s your name, by the way?” Harry finally asked.

She blushed slightly.

“I’m Y/n. And you?”


“Oh, you’re Harry.” Y/n said quietly, a hint of realization in her tone of voice.

Harry didn’t like the way she said it, as if insulting him in a way. Which, for him, was a bit of a let down considering there was a moment where he genuinely believed she was different.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Harry snapped, his voice somehow rougher and more raspy than how it was before, “Like you’re any better?“

His fierce stare upon her made Y/n feel belittled. When he spoke to her, he made her feel as if her existence was the dirt beneath his shoes. No wonder Zayn had warned her, no girl like Y/n could survive five minutes with such an intimidating man.

“Oh- um- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that Zayn had told me to stay away from you.” She stuttered, her voice barely above a mumble.

She still refused to make eye contact with him, only for the sake of her safety. She was too afraid to look at him now, when his body seemed tense and eyes filled with aggression. She was an easy pray for people like him to feed on- to get a good kick out of.

“I should go” she muttered, “It was lovely to meet you.”

Almost too quickly, she grabbed her bag off the bar and began to make her way back to where she was before. However, before making it too far, she felt a hand grab ahold of her wrist.

He didn’t know why, but when he had seen the fear set in Y/n’s eyes, an overwhelming feeling of guilt set upon him. It was strange, to feel so much of it hit him over one girl’s reaction. He had done this many times to many people, all of which having a moment of complete vulnerability during his encounters with them. But they didn’t necessarily make him feel anything more than the slightest bit of regret.

“Hey” he whispered softly, delicately pulling her back to where he was standing, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

Y/n looked into his eyes as he spoke, giving her the reassurance she needed. He was genuine, she could tell, his eyes screamed sympathy.

“It’s oka-“

“But Zayn is right,” Harry continued, slowly letting her arm go “you should stay away from me.”

Before she had any time to react, he had walked away from her.

The rest of the night, Y/n was determined to speak to him again. After meeting him for the first time, she had an innumerable amount of questions she pressed Zayn to answer. Why is he always angry? Is he dangerous? But why was he so nice to me when I walked away?

Zayn explained that Harry wasn’t someone she should be concerned about. All he told her was that he had been hurt one too many times and it caused him to become violent towards those who threaten potential pain. He doesn’t apologize to anybody, and told her that it was quite strange how he had to her.

Harry couldn’t stop thinking about her. He didn’t know what it was, exactly, that intrigued him so much. Besides the fact she was the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid his eyes on, she was so easy to talk with. She was quiet, and apart of him liked that about her. The moment he hurt her, he just felt so bad, like it was the last thing he ever wanted to see.

Which is why he walked away from her.

When he saw Zayn later that night, he had asked about her. He asked how they had known each other, asked about her life and where she lived. He was determined to know more about her. It wasn’t even that he just wanted to, but it felt like he had to, like he was being compelled to feel this way toward her.

Right as he was about to leave the party, he had heard her voice behind him


He slowly turned to look at her. She was looking as shy as ever, fingers fiddling together, cheeks blushed, eyes unsure. She didn’t know exactly what she was going to say, but she wanted to try.

“I want to get to know you.” She spoke softly, her hand reaching up to tuck some of her loose hair behind her ear.

He swore his heart melted. The second the words fell from her lips, he was willing to do whatever it took to get to know her.

“I know you said I should stay away from you, but I don’t want to.”

“Harry,” Zayn mumbles, snapping Harry out of his thoughts, “do you want to talk about it?”

Harry didn’t realize he was near tears until Zayn snapped him out of his trance. He didn’t look at them as he returns to placing the logs in piles, contemplating whether or not to disregard his statement or not. Of course he wants to talk about how much mental pain he’s in from not being with Y/n anymore, but he just can’t talk about it. They know that, too, because if he were ready, he would have already.

“Can you stop asking about her, please?” He groans, tossing the last piece of wood onto the top of the pile, “I know you guys know, so please, don’t make me say it.”

He doesn’t bother to look at them, instead, wiping off some of the sweat off his forehead with the sleeve of his flannel before making his way inside the house to change out of his sweaty clothes. He didn’t want to seem rude, but he’s completely and utterly broken, if he has to be questioned about her again he swears he’ll actually become ill.

Half-heartedly making his way to the bedroom, Harry opens up the duffle bag that sits on top of the bed, that he has yet to unpack, searching through the folded clothes to find his plain gray t-shirt he plans on wearing for later that night. Slipping off his flannel and sliding off the now dirty white tank top underneath, he puts on the t-shirt, throwing the dirty clothes into the laundry bin.

Once changed, Harry begins to unpack the remaining clothes out of his bag. His hands are shaking as he does so, breathing heavy when he sets his clothes down on the bed. His stomach twists with sick at the idea of sleeping in this goddamn room.

This was the first place they made love. It was within the first month of being with each other, filled with beautiful romance and bliss. It was the best night of his life. It was the first time he had touched someone so delicately before. The first time his violent hands spread love throughout her body. He said words he never thought he’d say again. Words that he actually fucking meant, words to express how his once cold heart felt warm for what felt like the first time in his life. 

It was her first visit to the lake house. She had just finished cleaning up the remaining dishes, insisting that even though she was the guest, she had to contribute to the clean up after having a barbecue. Harry was sitting by the kitchen table, just watching her, observing her as she hummed an unknown tune, her hair messily tied up on her head. He could hear the boys playing poker in the living room, which he would have played if Harry hadn’t already planned on taking Y/n out near the lake after she had finished cleaning up.

“Alright, Harry, all done.” she smiled, “Now what was it you wanted to show me?”

She made her way toward his sitting frame, taking a seat right on top of his lap. Combing her fingers through his hair, she planted a delicate kiss on the tip of his nose, making Harry’s face blush the color of roses. He reached his arms around her waist, nuzzling her body against his.

“Hm,” he hummed, kissing the exposed skin on her shoulder, “was gonna show you the lake, but almost considering just cuddling you all night long.”

Y/n smiled as Harry leaned in to press a hard kiss against her soft lips. She breathed out heavily, fingertips moving to caress his cheeks, his unshaved stubble scraping against their pads.

“Gross!” they heard Niall call from the living room, “I call the room farthest from yours!”

They both laughed, Harry rolling his eyes at the comment.

“As fantastic that sounds” Y/n smirked, raking her fingers on his back under his shirt, “this is my first time here, and it’s your birthday weekend. I want to explore it with you.”

She leaned down to quickly peck his chapped lips, which soon turned into a wild smirk. His green eyes looked into her brown ones, his fingers dancing along the nape of her neck.

“I can do that for you.”

Once they were by the lake, they sat in silence together. She was cuddled into him, sitting in between his legs, her head rolled back onto his shoulder, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. They admired the nature they were surrounded by, overwhelmed by the feeling of each other’s company under the moon. It felt like a dream, every bit of it did. It was such a surreal moment for them. They didn’t need to speak about anything for a while, being this close to each other, feeling each other’s bodies against one another was enough for them. They felt closer than ever.

They kissed, and kissed, and kissed. So much so that Y/n ended up on top of him. Her legs were straddling his waist, hands roaming under his shirt, nails scratching at his ribs. Harry had his hands all in her hair, as if trying to pull her closer to him, as if it were even possible.  Her lips traveled down to his neck, kissing every bit of the exposed skin. She just couldn’t get enough. They both couldn’t.

“Y/n.” Harry whispered.

“I love you, Harry.” She muttered against his skin.

“So in love with you.“

It was the first time it was said. They both knew they loved each other once they met. Hell, it was obvious. It didn’t need to be said, but she said it anyways. She said it like she meant it, too, like her heart was blooming as she spoke. God, he even felt her tears against his neck. She was so overwhelmed by their love, the words just slipped out in the moment, but oh how she meant them.

In that moment, he was a weak man. He completely surrendered himself to her love. He was willing for it to have all control over him. He made a promise to himself, to devote his life proving his love for her, proving that he will be the man she deserves in her life, not the man he had other people see.

“Y/n,” he whispers again, fingers gliding down her waist, “I’m so in love with you. I always will be.”

That night, once he had taken her to their room, they made love over and over and over again. It was their first time, opening up to each other in a completely different way than they usually did. His lips captured hers perfectly, his hands fit in hers as if they were, quite literally, made for each other. His name became a mantra, her body became a temple. It was an entirely new level of trust. It was a night that they could have re-lived every day for the rest of their lives, easily, with not a complaint in the world.

Fuck” Harry spits, reaching the back of his hand up to eyes in an attempt to wipe the tears threatening to spill.

He can’t sleep in here, there’s no way he could, not without Y/n. Not without her in his arms, not without making love to her beforehand. His bed at home made him sick enough, but here? He just can’t fathom it.

He begins to shove the clothes he’s started to unpack back into his suitcase. He can’t stay in here another minute. He’ll lose his goddamn mind.

While zipping up his bag, he hears the front door open. Niall’s laugh fills the silence in the house upon his entrance, which gives Harry an idea on how to fix his sleeping situation without raiding the couch.

“Niall!” Harry yells, slinging the bag over his shoulder.

Niall makes his way up the steps toward his voice.


“We’re switching rooms!”

“Oh hell no!”

Niall goes into the room Harry’s in, his face strict and serious.

“You and Y/n have fucked on that bed way too many times. I don’t even think you washed the sheets last time you guys did it on there, either. Pretty sure this room has a permanent stench of sex because of you two.”

Harry’s jaw clenches. Normally, he’d have a rational conversation until he got his way, but he isn’t taking this situation lightly. So, instead, he grabs Niall’s wrist harshly, eyes narrowing down at him as he takes a threatening step closer to him.

Niall’s eyes widen as he looks up at him. Not even because a small part of him felt intimidated, but because this is the first time Harry has shown aggression toward anybody within the past couple of months. There is a chance the part he’s been hiding is becoming unleashed, but Niall knows it was easily set off by Harry’s many failed attempts to get Y/n out of his head.

“I don’t think you understand, Niall” Harry seethes, “I may have not laid my hands on anyone in months, but missing Y/n doesn’t only make me sad, it makes me dangerous. I will not hesitate to do whatever it takes to be as far away from this room as possible. Now I will not tell you again, we are switching rooms.”

Niall rips his hand out of Harry’s grip, shaking it around a bit from the amount of pressure Harry was gripping it with.

“Alright, Jesus,” he groans, “but you better wash those fucking sheets. I refuse to sleep in a bed full of sex.“

Harry lets out a breath he was holding in, somewhat relieved that he doesn’t have to be spending three nights in his own personal hell. 

Adjusting the strap of his bag onto his shoulder, Harry slowly nods as he continues to look at Niall. He feels bad for treating him in the way he just did, but the idea of becoming more hurt than he already was is something he wouldn’t be able to live with. 

“Yeah, yeah I will.” He mutters. “I’m sorry, by the way, for that. I didn’t want to hurt you, but I can’t be in this room for another second without losing my mind. I really can’t.”

Niall sighs, slowly reaching up to wrap his arms security around Harry. Being like his brother, he really has felt so bad for what he’s been going through. He can’t imagine the heartbreak, or how he’s even surviving the breakup as well as he has. 

Harry reaches his arms around Niall’s body, hugging him back.

“It’s okay, bud. I get it, you don’t have to apologize. I’ll even wash the sheets for you.”

Harry lets out a slight laugh, shaking his head briefly before detaching himself from Niall and making his way into his room.

Once settled, Harry makes his way down to the kitchen to grab a couple of beers and take some time to himself. If this weekend is going to haunt the living shit out of him, he might as well try to make himself relax the slightest bit.

With a bottle of beer held loosely in his hand, he opens the sliding door that leads to the porch. Leaning his body against the doorway, Harry admires the sun setting on the lake, watching as the wind moves the leaves in small dance.

For the first time since the breakup, he actually feels at peace.

“She broke up with you, didn’t she?” Liam asks, suddenly joining Harry on the porch as he sips on a bottle of beer, slinging his arm around Harry’s shoulders.

Harry rolls his eyes, the accusation of her leaving him must have been the topic of all their conversations. Of course that’s what they thought, it must have been so convenient for them to think Y/n could live a great life without him while he would be a danger to the streets. That’s how much he needed her, but they never seemed to notice how much she needed him, not how Harry noticed.

“Why is everyone so convinced that if we were to ever break up, she’d be the one that called it off?” Harry snarls.

“I was the one who ended it.” He continues, “It wasn’t working out.”

He takes a swig from his beer, eyes still trained on the view of the lake. He doesn’t want to continue this conversation, doesn’t want to relive the night that tore his life apart. Most of all, he doesn’t want to talk about it here, at this stupid fucking lake house, and have to dwell on the pain he wishes he could erase. He doesn’t want to be reminded that he was the one who did this to them.

“C’mon,” Liam sighs, “she was the only thing you had. She was the only one to get this Harry back. You were just afraid she’d leave you first.”

Harry decides not to answer, not knowing how to respond. Of course that’s why he ended it, that’s how he operates. He pushes those away just so that nobody pushes him away. He could deal with anybody else doing it, but if Y/n had left him first, there was no way he’d ever make it through that. Not a fiber in his body doubts that for even a second.

“Have you spoken to her at all?” Liam breaks the silence.

Harry looks down at his beer, circling it in his hands. Why does he keep asking him questions he clearly doesn’t want to answer?

“She said she never wanted to see me again.” Harry mumbles, “I haven’t spoken to her since she left.”

Jesus, Harry.” Liam whispers. “Are you okay?”

Something about that question makes something inside of Harry twist. Is he okay? How can he be okay? He hasn’t seen the love of his life, hasn’t talked to her, hasn’t even heard the sound of her breathing in months. Every part of his body hurts every time he thinks about her because the feeling of being away from her is the most painful feeling in the world.

His life was consumed by her love. His entire world changed when he met her. Nobody else could he lay his hands so sweetly on, could his voice speak so softly to, could his heart swell so greatly for. She changed him, even though he was too scared to admit it to her, she changed him. She gave him hope- gave him a reason to hold onto himself.

Since she’s left, in times when he’s at his all-time low, all he can think about is how his arms felt holding her, how his lips felt kissing her, how fucking relieving and beautiful it was to talk to her, and how he let all of that go.

How can he be okay?

Tears cloud his vision, his hands begin to shake. Oh, God. He thought he was over this. He thought he was over the emotions, he didn’t deserve them. He did this, he caused all this, this was his decision. Yet here he is, again, fighting back the tears that have been so desperate to be released.

“I mean” Harry begins, his voice shaking as he speaks, “I mean, I fucked up everything. I had everything I ever needed and I was the one who let it go. I was starting to think that her leaving me would be worse but now-”

He’s choking back sobs, face wet with unwelcomed tears, “now I can’t stop thinking about how much she hates me right now. She has a home without me, she lives her life without me, she is falling asleep at night without me. And the worst part is that she didn’t want it that way. That was all me, everything is because of me!”

Liam rushes to wrap his arms around him, pulling Harry’s head down onto his shoulder so that he has a place to cry. Harry’s holding him like it’s his ever last bit of hope, almost as if grasping for reassurance for his relationship with Y/n.

“Harry.” he whispers.

“Trust me, Liam, I didn’t want this, either” he continues, words scrambling out of his mouth, “but what else was I supposed to do? And now I’m at this stupid fucking lake house where we talked about getting married and she’s not here with me and I can’t do this anymore!”

He’s completely helpless now. His body is weak, shaking against Liam’s tense frame. He’s in so much pain, so much heartbreak that he’s almost screaming, begging God for some mercy because he can’t take this anymore. The constant thought of her, the constant reminder that he’s never going to see her again rips his heart out every second of every day.

“I just really don’t want to know what it’s like to live another day without her” his voice quivers, “I never do.”

Harry’s wet eyes meet Liam’s sympathetic ones. Liam opens his mouth, preparing to say something, but Harry simply shakes his head. He can’t do this anymore. 

He pats Liam’s shoulder- thanking him for being by his side- before turning around to walk away. He slides the glass door open, walking inside the kitchen to replace his now empty bottle of beer with a new one.

“Wait,” Liam mumbles, “wait, Harry, I have to tell you something.”

Harry stops in his place, slowly turning his body around to look at him. He cocks his head to the side, eyebrows furrowed, seeming confused.

“Y/n- she’s- she’s coming here tonight.”  

Bullet Journal Quotes

Since my planner starts July 2016 and ends July 2017 I’ve been using it as a bullet journal for the summer until I start school again next week. I’ve been writing quotes, tips and odd bits of information in the space for each day instead of homework. Now it’s the end of summer I have collected a lot of quotes that I hope you guys might like. They may seem random but they do correspond with what i did or was feeling on the day.

“The beginning is the most important part of the work.”
“Love is a serious mental disease.”

“No man has the right to be an amateur in the matter of physical training. It is a shame for a man to grow old without seeing the beauty and strength of which his body is capable.”

“What we do today is what matters most.”
“To keep the body in good health a duty, otherwise we shall not be able to keep our mind strong and clear.”

William Shakespeare 
“The course of true love did run smooth.”

Oscar Wilde
“The books that the world calls immoral are are the books that show the world it’s shame.”
“They’ll tell you that dreams can come true but forget to mention that nightmares are dreams too.”
“Be yourself, everyone else is already taken.”

“Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe.”

Jane Austen
“One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other.”

J.R.R Tolkien
“Little by little, one travels far.”

Neil Gaiman
“I like stories where women save themselves.”

“Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes but when you look back everything is different.”

Stephen King
“Talent is cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work.”

William Arthur Ward 
“The price of excellence is discipline. The cost of mediocrity is disappointment.”

Audrey Hepburn
“Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you’ll find one at the end of your arm. As you grow older you will discover you have two hands - one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.”

Abraham Lincoln
“I will study and get ready and perhaps my chance will come.”

Theodore Roosevelt
“Nothing in the world is worth having or worth doing unless it means effort, pain, difficulty.” 

Thomas Jefferson
“Never spend money before you have it.”

Thomas Edison
“I have not failed, I just found 10,000 ways that didn’t work.”

Nelson Mandela
“It always seems impossible until it’s done.”

Salvador Dali
“I don’t do drugs. I am drugs.”

Winnie the Pooh
“Life is a journey to be experienced, not a problem to be solved.”

Morticia Addams (Addams Family Values)
“Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.”

Clara Oswald (Doctor Who)
“The souffle isn’t the souffle - the souffle is in the recipe.”

The Doctor (Doctor who, Series 2, Episode 3: Tooth and Claw)
“You want weapons? We’re in a library! Books! The best weapons in the world.”

Dr Hannibal Lecter (Hannibal, Series 2, Episode 4: Takiawase)  
“I’ve always found the idea of death comforting. The thought that my life could end at any moment frees me to fully appreciate the beauty and art and horror that this world has to offer.”

Sirius Black (Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix: Movie)
“We’ve all got both light and darkness inside of us. What matters is the part we choose o act on, that’s who we really are.”

Luna Lovegood (Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix)

Harley Quinn (Suicide Squad)
“Harley Quinn, nice to meetcha. Love your perfume. What is that: the stench of death?” 

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“Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you.”

Love Yourself

WARNING - self doubt , assholes degrading the reader . 

Request - Thank you so much @melconnor2007 for the request . I hope you like it . 

Hi I was wondering if you could do a one shot requests on Bucky, something along the lines the reader and Bucky have been dating for ages, but she’s struggling with being happy about the way she looks, when she over hears some other agents or people talking about how good looking Bucky is and how muscles he is, then they start saying how the reader isn’t pretty enough to be dating Bucky, and she gets upset locking herself in her room, and Bucky breaks in and is reassuring telling her how pretty she is and how much he loves her and it’s really fluffy if that makes any sense please 

A/N- This wasn’t easy to write . For the first time , I started with a blank page thrice . Tbh , there was a time I felt like this but I no more do . I don’t give shit about people think about the way I look . I like myself and that is all that matters . I don’t like people who choose to like or not like me over superficial things like appearances . So I am open to anyone who wants to speak with me . I want you to make yourself feel better . And one day I hope you realise that you are  beautiful . I LOVE YOU 

Originally posted by lilpieceofmyworld

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Preference #3: Sex

A/N: Obviously this preference is NSFW. If that’s not your cup of tea, you can skip over this. As for the gifs, they’re not going to have any nudity in them. Included in this preference is: Matthew Murdock (Daredevil), Steve Rogers (Captain America), Wade Wilson (Deadpool), Vision, Clint Barton (Hawkeye), Peter Parker (Spider-Man), Erik Lehnsherr (Young Magneto), Kylo Ren, General Hux, Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, and Jim Moriarty.

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anonymous asked:

Hey hon! Good luck on the new blog ♡ Can we get some RFA + chubby!MC?

Thank you ! ;3; I went with headcanons, I hope that’s okay and I added V and Saeran since it’s my first request ~

Yoosung :

  • He loves it so much! He thinks it makes his s/o even cuter, doesn’t matter what’s chubby about them either, it’s more of his precious lovely s/o to hug and cuddle with in his eyes.
  • If they weren’t confident with their body, he’d spend his time complimenting them and he would constantly kiss the places they like the least.
  • I think Yoosung has to have a little bit of chub tbh, I mean he doesn’t exercise + sits all day eating junk so hah; if anything, it makes him more comfortable than his s/o is like him.

Zen :

  • He knows better than anyone that appearances don’t mean anything - he’d never judge someone on their physical appearance, let alone his darling.
  • If his s/o was uncomfortable with their weight, he’d spend his time roaming his hands all over their body and try to convince them to wear clothes they like but are too shy or uneasy to wear in public and just stay at home with him while he tells them how beautiful they are.
  • If they ever wanted to exercise with him, he’d be happy to teach them but more than anything, he’d rather make sure they’re comfortable with who they are and what they look like.
  • His mother used to tell him he was ugly and it really hurt him so he knows how much meaning words can carry and he’ll make sure his s/o is always being told how pretty they are because he’s convinced that the more they hear it, the more they’ll believe it themselves.

Jaehee :

  • I think after opening her coffee shop, Jaehee might gain some weight - nothing extreme - but since she bakes pastries for her business too, she has to taste them before putting them on the menu + now that she’s not a slave secretary anymore, she actually has the time to make her own food and eat three meals a day – which brings us to Jaehee and his s/o baking and eating together a whole tray of cookies on a lazy sunday and it’s great and there’s no reason to feel bad afterwards bc Jaehee’s baking is A++.
  • I don’t think she cares about appearances either, I mean sure, she goes on and on about Zen’s face but when it comes to her s/o, it’s different and she’d just want them to be happy and comfortable with their body bc she’s got more cookies that need to be tested.
  • + she’s a woman, she knows the pressure you can feel by living in a society that focuses so much on appearance (and I think it’s especially harsh in South Korea) so you can bet that she understands her s/o if they don’t feel like they look good enough bc she’s been there at one point of her life.

Jumin :

  • He may be a perfectionist but he also follows his own rules and standards; doesn’t matter if society says you have to be skinny to be pretty - in Jumin’s eyes, his s/o is the most perfect being in the whole world take that elizabeth and if someones talks shit on his s/o, he’ll ruin their life.
  • Does his s/o have trouble finding clothes that fit them well? Not anymore because now they have 5 stylists and fashion designers who’ll make anything they want just for them and it’ll always fit perfectly - regardless of the style of the clothes;
  • But I honestly don’t think he’d even realize his s/o is chubby, he’s a practical man and he focuses on what’s important aka his s/o is beautiful, amazing and perfect and he loves them.
  • So, I think his s/o would have to tell him if they were insecure about their body because it won’t even cross his mind that they could not like themselves.

707 :

  • He eats chips all day + sits in front of his computer; he’s even worse than Yoosung so he’s most definitely chubby but he’s hardly insecure about it and he’ll do everything he can for his s/o to be the same.
  • He’d constantly grab at the chubby parts of their body - is it their cheeks, their stomach, their thighs? doesn’t matter bc he’ll hold and squish and squeeze before rubbing his face on them like a cat - he might even purr if they brush his hair.
  • If they ever wanted to lose weight, he’d actually go on the same diet as them and exercise together. He’d be willing to give up on Honey Buddha chips and if that’s not a proof that he loves them then I don’t know what to tell you + he’d think it’s funnier to do these things together.

V :

  • He’s an artist + a pretty positive person who sees the best in people and he doesn’t care about appearances either - he sees beauty anywhere, in anything and anyone and his s/o is certainly not an exception.
  • Whether he’s blind or not, he’ll think his s/o is goshdang beautiful, he’ll smile like an idiot every time they cuddle and he gets to hold them / lie on top of them and he can trace his fingers on his s/o’s curves.
  • If he’s blind and his s/o was insecure, he’d seriously consider getting surgery for his eyes because his partner wouldn’t believe him when he said they were beautiful bc he couldn’t see them and he’d do anything for their well being and getting their confidence back.
  • Honestly, more chub = more of s/o = more to hug = happy V

Saeran :

  • With the life he’s had, judging other people’s physical appearance has never been anything he even considered doing. Maybe he was actually envious of other people who weren’t as skinny as him because they looked more healthy to him - since he had a weak health and a frail body, he always looked too thin in his opinion.
  • So having a chubby s/o might fascinate him because of the way their body would feel under his hands, how you didn’t see all their ribs protruding from their torso, unlike him. 
  • He might actually prefer a chubby s/o and would be a little sad if they wanted to lose weight because he’d miss their chub but as long as they’re okay with themselves, that’s all that matters - and if they’re not okay with themselves, he’d try to help them and in return, they’d help him accept himself.

Rating: MATURE  (also, this is the incomplete version; full version on my AO3 - read till end for link.)

Summary: KLANCE SMLUFF (SMUT+FLUFF), or alternately, porn without plot on a fucking magic carpet (oho see what I did there?) and a lot of flirting. (I’m sorry but this is exactly what it is.)

A/N: HAVE! YOU! GUYS! SEEN! @emuyh-art ‘s KLANCE ALADDIN AU ART. Like many of the smut/porn I write, this one is no exception and was inspired by emu’s surprisingly not-so-sinful gorgeous art..AU credits to the amazing Fuwa beeb on twitter who keeps on producing all these AUs!!! 

(I cRY o(—<)

Also, because I ended up writing this, Klance College! AU will be updated next week instead –

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there was a damsel in distress –

Except Lance absolutely did not believe in those shitty “once upon a time”, when all the times life once-upon-a-timed him ended up with him back to the pathetic state of being single with a twisted personality, a broken heart, and a broken wrist – for he would sometimes forget that his fists were not made of concrete and that punching the poor inanimate soul out of a brick wall every time he got dumped was probably not the brightest idea in the history of mankind.

But that was before his dazzling prince charming came along and then Lance was once again head-over-heels in love with the idea of loving – alas, where’s the joy in history unless it repeats itself – and such was the beginning of the tragic downfall of the great young highness Lance McClain.

By “tragic” and “downfall”, it was to be understood as “oh shit I can’t get my hands off this smoking hotness that is Kogane and I don’t know what to do like, my mind’s telling me noooo but my body’s telling me yesssss” –

It was by unconventional interpretation that tragedy should be associated with such a preposterous definition but the Lance would hear nothing of it – tragedy shall be the new happiness if he demanded it.

“Hey, this is my fairy tale, so deal with it,” he would snap at all those innocent passerby who harboured the slightest intention of disapproving his curiously unconventional ways.

And such predisposition to rampant irascibility and unaccountable temperamental swings was perhaps what reduced him to be led by the nose by this vile, consuming existence those men of questionable wisdom termed as “Love”.

Yes, the great almighty Lance was very much in love at the moment, and with a man who owned a questionable magic carpet no less. And now as he stared at the beautiful creature that was Keith, looking up at him with those big wondrous eyes as Lance leaned slight over the balcony, he felt that his infatuation was beyond anything he had ever felt, and he was glad of it just as he was glad of love, despite its proneness to plunge him to the infernal depths of emotional fuckery.

“You think you can win me over if you showed me the world?” Lance flashed Keith his best flirtatious smile and leaned in closer. They were now a breath away and he could no longer distinguish the source of the treacherous warmth invading and spreading through his system – the summer heat or Keith fucking Kogane.

“Well, it’ll be shining, shimmering and splendid,” Keith replied in a sort of provocative half-whisper that almost made Lance lose his shit, “though not as splendid as you.”

Lance’s heart skipped a long unwanted beat, and begged that he would miraculously die because Keith with his game on was too much for him to handle.

But Lance was no coward.

Raising a brow suggestively he purred, “Oh? Just how splendid am I?”

“The very definition of splendor,” Keith said, and his breath fanned Lance’s purposefully parted lips. “I can open your eyes, take you wonder by wonder, over, sideways and under –” his voice seemed to drop an octave lower, “on a magical carpet ride.”

As much as the thought enthralled him, Lance could not help but prefer the beautiful man before him to explore his body instead –

Or performed variations of bodily exploration.

On Lance.

“How about you skip the ‘wonder by wonder’ part and just take mesideways and under’,” Lance said demurely, and was immensely pleased when Keith froze in front of him for a second. He brought his lips to Keith’s reddening ear and whispered in his most sinuous voice, “And what’s so magical about a magical carpet ride when I can ride you instead?”


You’re Perfect (Tony Stark X Curvy!Reader)

Character: Tony X Curvy!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Bullying, Self consciousness


Request: Hey could you write a tony stark x reader one? He’s been seeing the reader for a few months and it baffles people cause she’s nothing like his typical women. She dresses casual, bad table manners and a crude sense of humor plus she’s short and curvy? She starts hearing rumors about their relationship and feels self conscious and asks why he chose her. She reassures her and tells her that it’s refreshing to be with someone real and he loves her.

Originally posted by imagine-marvell

You had been dating Tony Stark for a few months now, and people were surprised to say the least.

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Being plus size and married to Gambit would include...
  • Him buying you the right sized dresses as surprises. (And they look beautiful, not plain or, well, like tents.)
  • He says you’re snuggly.
  • “You look like a hot Renaissance painting.” 
  • “You fill that out quite nicely, Cherie.”
  • You got a craving? Remy will drive across town for it. 
  • He doesn’t think you eat too much.
  • And the person that says you do finds their car blown up in tiny pieces.
  • Remy absolutely adores you in cute lingerie.
  • You have to scold him for saying women on TV look too thin and have no curves compared to you, reminding him everyone is different and no body type is better than the other. 
  • Doesn’t mind you sitting on his lap, even in bed.
  • If people say you’re “too big” for him, he reminds you how much he loves you and that their opinions don’t matter.
  • Getting ice cream at 3 AM when you’re both awake doing nothing.
  • “Those jeans make your butt look like an oil painting.”
  • Constantly staring at you, touching you, kissing you, ect.
  • You have to actually remind him that some touching is inappropriate in public. (IE hand on butt.) He just loves your shape that much!
  • He enjoys cooking all your favorite foods for you.
  • He also exercises with you.
  • His favorite is going on quiet walks.
  • He will not tolerate anyone body shaming you in the street. “You want to say that again, hommes?” 
  • You feel bad for any man body shaming you. If it’s a woman, Remy just throws it back in their face. “That’s right, she IS more woman than you’ll ever be!”
  • He likes laying his head on your  stomach while you play with his hair.
  • Honestly, Remy is just too amused watching your belly and other jiggly parts jiggle and ripple. “Raspberries!-Pbtppppppssss!!”
  • It’s no secret that your shape turns him on. A lot.
  • “You know you have the most beautiful eyes?”
  • Lots of Cajun cooking, of course.

** I’m plus sized, oval or inverted triangle shape I guess. I’m not extra big, but I’m definitely not thin. So I know what I’m talking about when I say dresses can look like tents. Also, I was going to do dating, but married is more fun. And sorry-ish for the food focus, but I’m a fat girl that loves food and a lot of bigger girls do too. But I also know that weight gain can also come from medical disorders. 

Edit: I’m SO GLAD this imagine is liked! I’m afraid that with such a sensitive issue as weight, I might offend someone by inferring Gambit likes your belly fat or whatever. I was trying to keep it all inclusive. Plus size doesn’t always mean fat, it can mean big hips or big breasts on a small frame (my problem!). I was also thinking of girls that are at or over 300 lbs. (YES, Remy could like somone like that in theory. He’s not real, so it doesn’t matter. He might find them really charming. Also, in comics, he’s proven himself to be open minded.) So, again, thanks for the likes/rb’s.

the equation of love (pt. 2)

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6 | Pt. 7 | Pt. 8 | Pt. 9

→scenario: When you met Yoongi in a club, you thought it was fate that brought the two of you together. But after you walked into your college math class for the very first time, you weren’t so sure anymore.

→genre: smut | fluff | angst

→word count: 4,770

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“Having identified as a gay man most of my adult life, the last few years I have realized that both my sexuality and gender are fluid. This has been so liberating for me because I never fit into the binary of man/woman or gay/straight anyway.

I feel more comfortable existing in the grey area and I encourage anyone who feels like the status quo doesn’t represent them to join me. You may feel broken or separate but when you look through a kaleidoscope, suddenly all of those broken bits and pieces create a beautiful image.”

anonymous asked:

I honestly don't get the whole 'Phil leaving dan for a model' or the other way around. They're both beautiful humans, Dans face is very aesthetic and gentle.BUT Phil his whole body is so dramatic and stunning, his deep black hair and light almost pinkish skin, but then theirs his perishing blue eyes and his face is so defigned LIKE THAT MANS CHEEK BONES! Dan and Phil are both beautiful beings but their two very different beautifuls. I can't under stand how people don't melt at Phil like dan does

I completely agree with this. Dan and Phil are both two of the most gorgeous people I’ve ever seen, and the best part is, I think it’s their personalities that make me think so. Like don’t get me wrong, they are insanely attractive, but there are plenty of attractive people who I don’t think are attractive anymore once I know their personality. With Dnp, it’s the opposite. They’re made only more gorgeous and surreal from the fact that they are both two very amazing, sweet human beings that I just want to hug for ever and ever. They will always be part of my heart in some way


Finn Bálor x reader

Finn and (y/n) are good friends who aren’t aware of their feelings for one another. They watch a scary movie and (y/n) gets freaked out and he gets all protective. Fluffy/sexy smut follows.

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Between Heaven and Earth

Summary: Bucky and you have just begun dating, but you feel that Bucky is holding back and confront him about it. 

Word Count: 2,068

Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex. 

A/N: Birthday fluffy smut for my beautiful friend, Laur @fvckingavengers! Hope you like it, my dear! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Originally posted by rorgers

Little details always stood out to you. You would notice them even when others didn’t, they were like thorns that pricked at your attention and you couldn’t ignore them, even if you tried to. Which was why you immediately noticed when Bucky changed around you.

It was right after he had confessed that he liked you. You had beamed and wrapped your arms around his neck, letting him know you returned his feelings. Bucky had given you a tiny smile and had kissed you until you were both gasping for air. His hands held your hips, fingers digging into your skin, and you felt right, you felt happy.

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I’ll help you remember By TEN

Originally posted by koraenpop

You don’t know what you find more troubling. That someone you apparently use to be really close  and went to school with somehow disappear from your mind, or the fact that this said person is the most beautiful man you have ever seen.

Joshua x Reader ( Fluffy smut )

Chapter : 1 / 2 / 3(END)

A/N: this is pure smutty smut, enjoy~~!

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Ocean, don’t be afraid.
The end of the road is so far ahead
it is already behind us.
Don’t worry. Your father is only your father
until one of you forgets. Like how the spine
won’t remember its wings
no matter how many times our knees
kiss the pavement. Ocean,
are you listening? The most beautiful part
of your body is wherever
your mother’s shadow falls.
Here’s the house with childhood
whittled down to a single red tripwire.
Don’t worry. Just call it horizon
& you’ll never reach it.
Here’s today. Jump. I promise it’s not
a lifeboat. Here’s the man
whose arms are wide enough to gather
your leaving. & here the moment,
just after the lights go out, when you can still see
the faint torch between his legs.
How you use it again & again
to find your own hands.
You asked for a second chance
& are given a mouth to empty into.
Don’t be afraid, the gunfire
is only the sound of people
trying to live a little longer. Ocean. Ocean,
get up. The most beautiful part of your body
is where it’s headed. & remember,
loneliness is still time spent
with the world. Here’s
the room with everyone in it.
Your dead friends passing
through you like wind
through a wind chime. Here’s a desk
with the gimp leg & a brick
to make it last. Yes, here’s a room
so warm & blood-close,
I swear, you will wake—
& mistake these walls
for skin.
—  “Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong”, Ocean Vuong, Night Sky with Exit Wounds

every part of hobs face is so beautiful and kissable like im p sure hes di most soffstest kissablest man on earth right down from his big ol forhead to di mole above his eyebrow to his gorgeous fluttery eyes and pretty eyelashes like di best for butterfly kissies nd down to di graceful slope of his pretty nose nd big lovely nostrils like i would plant big fat kisses on his nostrils ! down to his endearing lil lip mole ! where im 7466% sure a angel came down and kissed him ! nd his soft plushy pouty lips like little peach slices sprinkled w sugar gosghdd i would kiss every inch of his face hes just so soft and glowy and u just want to put lil soft pecks nd kissie marks all over his cute delicate face :(

You Settle The Storm Within Me (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Based on this prompt: “I love you and it scares the hell out of me”

Written in first person because I’m Trash™ and Is kinda shitty and fast moving so fair warning


           Life had treated me pretty fair. Well, maybe not fair since I lost my father about a year ago after I had moved in with him to his home in New York City. His inheritance all came to me, so I was well off as I could be. Nice home, stable income from my job, my wonderful magic education, and reliable friends; I consider myself lucky to have these things. But something always felt missing. The feeling would wash over me at random times but I would push away the uneasiness in my chest and how my hearted twisted when seeing a happy couple on the street. Selfish, I’m being selfish, I’ve always told myself.

           Climbing up the stairs of my women-only apartment complex, I passed by the apartment owned by my best friend Queenie and her sister, Tina. Upon passing the door, I heard it creek open. Maybe Queenie had read my mind and knew I was out here, but when I walked over to the ajar door, nothing could be seen. I held my wand by my side like I always did, just in case.

           I peered through the crack. Within a second, a feminine looking hand reached out and pulled me in. Opening my eyes, I saw my friends, “Golly, gals, why’d ya drag me in so fast?”

           “yn, we’ve got a little problem,” Queenie spoke up, I then turned to Tina for more information.

           “A man, Newt Scamander, came into New York this morning with a case full of magical creatures. Now some have escaped and no one at work will listen to me,” Tina said.

I took in the information and started to ponder up ideas. “Well, where is this fella?”

“H-Hello,” a masculine voice with an accent came from behind me. Turning around, I was met with the face of the most beautiful man I’d ever met. When I looked at him, all my uneasiness left my body, like I had found some great treasure. He had a tall frame and lanky. His eyes seemed full of life but anxious at the same time and his hair, a light brunet, grew slightly over his eyes in the front. His body language revealed him as a loud mind but a quiet mouth. Everything about himself contradicted another part of himself yet he seemed a masterpiece of a human,

Catching myself from staring, I began to ask the man various question, “You must be Newt Scamander.”

“Why yes, a-and you are?”

“Yn, Yn Ln,” I felt myself become flustered but by the look of his cheek, he was too.

“Hey Tina, lets go check on that no-maj, make sure he’s all good and dandy,” and with that the two sisters like Mr.Scamander and I in the living room together. He filled me in with information of how his beasts escaped, how they posed no real threat, and even gave me very detailed descriptions of his marvelous creatures.

“Well, I say we got report this and then-“

“No, no, no; we absolutely cannot do that,” Newt spoke with such urgency, I could sense how deeply Newt cared for his creatures.

“Newt, no one will hurt them,” I attempted to reassure him.

“You can’t actually expect me to believe you on that right? I’m s-sorry but humans are the most vicious creatures I’ve ever met.”

“Does that include me, Mr.Scamander?” I questioned, within the 2 hours we had been talking I became awfully close and fond of the man.

He looked up at me in the eye for a split second, then back down to the case sitting by his feet, “no, you appear to me as a modest and remarkable young woman. Just by meeting you a few hours ago, I can tell that you are a good person and mean well towards everyone, but you don’t receive that nicety back,” His faces grew pink as he spoke, “generally, most people think I’m odd, won’t even give me a second glance, but you, Yn, you’re so open to me,” he smiled towards me, “I’m sorry, I must be a-annoying you.”

“No, Mr.Scamander, you are now my friend and you can never annoy or irritate me, no matter how hard you tried,” I returned his smile. It’s amazing how everything that he felt wrong before washed away simply by meeting this astonishing man.

******Time skip; 48 hours later*****

           Most of Newt’s creatures had been caught by Newt, Tina, Queenie, a fella named Jacob, and I. The creatures were readjusting to their habitats within the case. Currently, I stood by the bowtruckle tree, letting their little green figures climb up and down my arms. They somewhat helped relieved this uneasiness in my chest, but not like seeing Newt has. Whenever I see or speak to him, a new feeling washes over my body and I have no idea what its called or what to do about it. One of the little creatures sat on my shoulder and we chirped back and forth at each other like we were having a real conversation.

           “Yn?” I heard Newt’s voice call me name.

           “She’s with the bowtruckles,” Tina responded. Soon, I heard footsteps come from behind me, but I continued my conversation with my friend, the bowtruckle, on my shoulder.

           Newt cleared his throat and I turned to face him, “Yes, Mr.Scamander?”

           “Y-you know you can c-call me Newt?” his freckled cheeks became pink.

           “Yes, but where’s the fun in that?” I wittily responded.

           “I guess you’re right there,” he smiled, “ I-I see that Melody likes you.”

           “Who is Melody?” I raised a brow.

           “The little bowtruckle you’ve been talking to. She’s also good friends with Pickett,” I noticed how Pickett stuck his body out of Newt’s pocket at the mention of his name. The little creature also waved and smiled towards Melody.

           “How adorable,” I smiled. Newt and I both stayed quite for a few minutes, our cheeks both becoming different shades of red.

           Newt let out a breath he seemed to be holding, “C-can I tell you something?”

           I only nodded in response, nervous for whatever he was going to say.

           “I love you and it scares the hell out of me” He said quickly but I could still understand his blabbering, “And I know about your uneasiness you always feel. Queenie told me and also said that I help fix you so, well, I just w-wanted to tell you that and t-take a, uh, chance before it was too late.”

           I stood there, the breath in my throat hitched. All of what I had been experiencing was the lack of a special someone and now that person was here in front of me. Newt was obviously uncomfortable with the silence so I took a step closer and pulled him into a tight hug.

           “You make the uneasiness disappear, you make living not so lonely, and bring a new light to my light. These real feelings are new to me and you help settle them. I guess what I’m trying to say… is I love you too.”

In Which I Attempt to Analyze Journal 3 But End Up Gushing About Ford Instead

It’s late, and earlier tonight (or this morning), when it was slightly less late (or early), I decided that even though I’m super late to the Journal 3 train, I needed to get my thoughts down on paper. Those thoughts are apparently gooey and disorganized, because the real analysis stops after the first paragraph, I started to ramble about halfway through, and I’m not sure most of it makes sense. (Mostly because it’s late. Or early. Or whatever.)


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Protective BTS- Part 5 (Rap Monster scenario)

Rap Monster:

Namjoon stared at you as you waddled across the room, with the biggest grin his cheeks could hold. His eyes twinkled with excitement, as he looked at the most beautiful sight he had seen in his entire life, anyone would have thought he was staring at a Monet painting, but no, he was looking at you, like a man who had seen a starry night for the first time.

He took in every inch of your body, engraving it onto his brain, so he could hold this memory forever. He couldn’t help it, whenever he saw the growing roundness of your stomach; he felt a bubble of happiness expand in his chest, making it hard to breathe. He spent hours caressing that specific curve of your body, fascinated by it, his brain not quite being able to understand the miracle of life the two of you had created together.

He closed his eyes and smiled, touching the palm of one hand with the fingers of another, remembering the first time he had felt your baby kick. That was the moment he came to terms with the reality, you two were actually going to become parents, there was a life growing inside of you, and he had helped create it. Nothing could make him feel happier than he was right now.

He remembered the day he found out, almost as if it had been just yesterday, but almost seven months had passed already.

It still made him laugh, thinking how he had been so clueless to all the little signs before either of you knew, how had he not noticed earlier? How had he not noticed the way your skin began to glow despite the fact you ate very little, and turned away from food you usually didn’t mind, and how it seemed that all you ever wanted to eat was pineapple.

He remembered beginning to grow a little suspicious the first time you experienced morning sickness, when you shot up from bed at 6am to empty the contents of your stomach, but since you told him it was probably something you ate, he pushed the thought aside. He had hopes though, he knew it wasn’t planned, or expected, but he had been trying to hint it at you for so long, he couldn’t help getting his hopes up.

He spent the whole day at the studio fantasizing about having a family with you, the thought making him break into random smiles at all times. Even the guys noticed this, but when they asked, Namjoon just told them he was just enjoying the couple life. How could he tell them he wanted a child with you so soon?

Try as he may he couldn’t shake the thought away, so when he got back home, and he saw you sitting on the sofa, staring at a pregnancy test you were holding in your hands, he thought his chest was going to leap out of his chest from the excitement.

He approached you carefully, trying not to let you see how hopeful he actually was. You looked up at him, a little surprised to find him back home. You had lost track of time, and hadn’t noticed how late it had become, you had literally spent three hours sitting on the sofa, staring at a pregnancy test, with multiple thoughts buzzing in your head.

You noticed his gaze stuck to the pregnancy test, and panicked slightly, worried about his reaction to it. The little pink plus sign suddenly seemed a lot more offensive than it had done three hours ago.

“Does a pink plus mean that you are…” He drifted off, his gaze turning to you while he had to suppress a smile.

“Pregnant, yes… Namjoon I-“ You began, but you were interrupted by Namjoon’s lips crashing onto yours, kissing you passionately. You could feel him smile into the kiss.

He pulled away, his eyes slightly puffy and twinkling, and you knew he was about to start crying. Both of you suddenly became excited at the notion of being parents as you cuddled each other on the sofa.

He remembered telling the guys, and how they all seemed just as excited as you two were about having the first BTS baby in their lives. They jumped around and cheered, congratulating you and rubbing your still flat stomach.

Ever since that day, Namjoon had been ridiculously protective over you, carrying all the shopping bags, opening all of the doors for you, doing absolutely everything he could so that you didn’t have to strain yourself. He even tried cooking for you (with the help of Jin of course), and he genuinely refused to let you drive, or wear high heels. It was really cute, but sometimes it got incredibly irritating. You were a grown woman, totally capable of tying your own shoelaces, but he still insisted on doing that too!

You waddled across the room, trying to decide what to make for dinner. You were craving something, but you weren’t quite sure what. You noticed Namjoon’s eyes glued to you, so you turned around to look at him, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Yes?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“You look beautiful” He replied honestly, with a smile on his face that let his dimples show through.

“Namjoooooon! My feet are sore… Could you give me a massage?” You asked him, batting your eyelashes. He grinned at you, he loved the rare occasions when you would actually ask him to do something for you, because usually you didn’t let him pamper you.

“Sure jagi, I’ll go get the oil and I’ll be right back” He told you, quickly getting up and darting to the bathroom to look for the massage oil.

You took this as a chance to get up on the little stool you had in your kitchen, and rummage through your cupboards, looking for a snack. You figured out you were craving Mars bars, which coincidentally happened to be on the top shelf of the cupboards. You stood up on your tip toes as you stretched your arm, your fingers searching for the delicious chocolate bars.

“Jagi! Get down! What do you think you are doing!” Namjoon exclaimed, seeing you up on the stool. He rushed over to you, and picked you up in his arms before carefully setting you down on the floor.

“I just wanted a mars bar…” you told him with a pout, and he grinned at you again, before easily reaching into the shelf and grabbing the chocolate bar and handing it over to you.

“Here you go. Next time you want something, tell me. What you just did was extremely dangerous, it could have seriously hurt you and the baby! You need to look after yourself, please.” He begged you once again, making you sigh.

“It’s just a small stool Namjoon… Nothing would have happened.” You argued back, while munching on your precious chocolate bar. He grabbed your arm gently and led you to the sofa. You laid down, and he sat down where your feet were placed, picking them up, and putting them onto his lap, before beginning to rub them gently.

“Yes, but I don’t want to risk anything happening to my family… I love you, my precious pregnant woman.” He told you, blushing slightly as he flashed you a smile.

“And I love you, my overly protective fool” You smiled back, before completely relaxing under his touch. Oh, sometimes it felt so good to be pampered.

Fanbook Q&A - Part 2

Q: Does Gowther eat or drink anything?
A: He doesn’t.

Q: How are the cooking skills of the members of the sins apart from Meliodas and Ban?
A: I think Gowther would stick to the recipe.

Q: Merlin is a sorceress but is she strong in physical combat too?
A: She’s stronger than King and Hawk, King is the weakest.

Q: Does Elaine smell like flowers too?
A: Yes, she smells like lavender.

Q: Why was Merlin together with Arthur?
A: Because she saw something in him.

Q: Does Meliodas set his hair like that?
A: In Nanatsu no Taizai, the only characters who do that are Gilthunder and Howzer (lol)

Q: (Sorry, I don’t really understand the question but maybe it’s something like) Is there something like an armor shop for the people of the royal family? (maybe they mean the knights too, that mnakes more sense)
A: Howzer is from a blacksmith family originally. His father’s name is Raizer by the way.

Q: A lot of male characters have rather long hair, but noone has it in a ponytail. Is that because of their culture?
A: “If you can bind it, just cut it!” is what the men probably think about it themselves.

Q: Does Guila ever open her eyes?
A: They’re already open like that! She has really thin eyes is all.

Q: Do bras exist in that world?
A: Panties exist, so why not bras too? (lol)

Q: Tell us more about the ranks of the Holy Knights!
A: I will tell you more on page 66 (I’ll have to translate that too then…)

Q: Because of what circumstances has Anna married Dreyfus? What was their relationship before?
A: They married out of love. Dreyfus hopelessly fell for Anna.

Q: Is Hendrickson single?
A: Yes.

Q: Was the man who’s arm Slader was holding in the kingdom his lover?
A: One of his many boyfriends I think.

Q: Did Meliodas decide on the members of the sins?
A: It was decided by the kings “Vision”.

Q: Is Simon a boy? Or a girl?
A: A boy. With a girly face.

Q: Is Marmas human? Or a different race?
A: Actually a beautiful young man… isn’t what he is, just an old man. A human one.

Q: Are there other Black Hounds, like Oslow?
A: I think there are but.,. there’s not many of them.

Q: How strong is Arthur when he really gives it his all?
A: As he is now he doesn’t compare to the sins but someday he might even surpass them?!

Q: What boyd parts do you like to draw the most?
A: For men it’s muscles and hands. For women… the body line I guess?