the only breaks are for tears

anonymous asked:

Since you used to be in bts fandom too, can you recommend any authors or fic that you liked? I'm slowly getting into BTS rn and their angsty concepts are killing me

oh gosh there’s this one author that constantly keeps breaking my heart and remaking it: @j-ungah (xiajin on ao3). i’m surprised ive never mentioned this before but she’s my biggest inspiration?? her writing is sum god tier shit, her prose is breathtaking, and the way she conveys the relationships, romantic or not, has often left me on the brink of tears because they love each other what the fuckkkkk. she mainly writes about sugakookie/yoonkook (which is probably the only IRL ship i have, and even then, for me it’s between the characters they convey in the HYYH series and not necessarily jungkook and yoongi themselves), and her fluff and angst have killed me so many times i don’t know how im alive. 

her colour me blue series is kinda what made me want to write dl in the first place. i initially wanted to start it off as a family fic, then backtrack into the events that have happened in the past and explain why tddk are where they are now. that’s obviously not how it ended up being–the family fic aspect of tddk will be fully explored in the sequel^^

i also implore you to read do it like me, mind you there are some pretty sensitive topics, which are listed in the tags. it’s angsty asf but the fluff makes up for it.

tread cautiously my dudes.

Alright kids. It’s been awhile, so it’s time to buckle up for another one of my Patented Mob Psycho 100 Essay/Meta posts (patent not pending).

As much as I love and appreciate how Studio BONES adapted Mob Psycho 100, one of the things that always bothered me is how they adapted 100% Sadness.

Y’see, in the anime, it’s a fairly quick buildup. It’s clean and it’s pretty.

Mob wakes up to rubble where a school once stood.

The beautiful Ghibli tears roll down as he realizes what’s happened.

He curls up as the emotions well up within him.

And he unleashes 100% Sadness as sparkling tears cascade down towards the audience.

It’s so sad, right? Super sad! Poor Mob!!

But in the manga, things are….slightly different.

Mob wakes up not sitting neatly with his feet folded underneath him, but instead sprawled out on his hands and knees, hair in a frenzy from his psychic powers still being active. He’s not looking straight ahead at the remnants of the school, but upwards at the destruction still going on in the sky above, like some kind of giant looming over him. Mob doesn’t just look small. This shows how he feels small.

The narrator explains Mob’s thoughts in further detail here. It’s not just “Mob wakes up, realizes he Hecked Up, and feels Really Sad about that.”

This is Mob’s trauma, a thing that has made him feel helpless and alone. It’s the thing he hates about himself. And while the audience can certainly infer this from the animation alone, hearing it (or reading it, in this case) helps compound this fact and draw it out. It’s not just sadness Mob feels, it’s many, many complex negative feelings he’s been storing away inside himself for 4 agonizing years.

His percentage meter slowly ticks up and the thoughts and feelings build up–

And he begins to bawl.

Not dainty fat dollops rolling neatly down the middle of his cheeks. Not cutesy sparkly anime shoujo tears.

This is some absolutely unrepentant ugly crying.

This is Mob feeling so overwhelmed, that the careful control he’s practiced his entire life isn’t just gingerly removed, but absolutely smashed to smithereens. His tears pool and drip out of his mouth like drool. He can’t even fathom how gross it must look because he is so overcome with built-up negative feelings that he has never allowed himself to express.

His percentage meter peaks at 100% and then–

It’s panels like these that really tick me off when people say ONE isn’t a good artist. Because in comics, good art isn’t just drawing people realistically or with proper proportions. Good art is utilizing the space in a panel to convey meaning and symbolism to help tell the story.

Mob isn’t just curling up into a ball here. He collapses into a bow before his own powers that overwhelm him from a story standpoint and also overwhelm the panel.

Rubble cascades down from the sky, mimicking his own tears and the likes of rain. It is so powerful, it encroaches past the black border at the top of the panel, dominating the scene. The weight of it and his own sadness presses him into the earth.

This panel, this expression, shows how not just miserable this whole affair has made him, but how absolutely terrified he is. Mob at this point has been under Reigen’s tutelage for 4 years.

He never knew any other espers growing up. Reigen was his one hope at learning to control and stop this aspect of himself, and he is currently watching that hope churn amidst the remains of the school, shredded to pieces all around him.

The contrast of the calm emptiness of the bottom left only intensifies the sheer chaos of his powers at work around him in the top and right.

This is Mob’s duality.

The anime ends the scene with Mob watching as he neatly mends Teru’s school back together, his back turned to the audience. It’s nearly identical to the panel in the manga, but there are several key differences:

1. You can still see the cracks and tears in the school, despite Mob fixing it

2. Mob has his back to the school, turned away from it.

3. The lightning flashing in the background.

Let’s break these points down.

1. The cracks in the school stood out to me the first time I read this scene. What it portrays is that although Mob certainly “fixed” the school, he can never totally “undo” what has just happened, no matter how hard he tries. The narrator even makes this point–this was Mob’s “meager” attempt at fixing the situation. Even if he did somehow manage to repair the school to functionality, there will no doubt be remnants of damage and evidence of the destruction it went through. Contrasted with the anime where the school is neatly glued back together, it feels at odds, and even contradictory to the narrator’s previous insertion.

2. Mob is not looking at the school. He does not want to face the aftermath of what he’s done. He can try to mend the situation all he likes, but ultimately the end result is the same: He failed to change. In yet another spectacular use of composition, the destruction directly looming over his head in the background is a perfect mirror to his current mental state. Where Mob expresses, things are broken.

3. The grey overcast of the anime coupled with the soft strumming of the guitar carries sadness, but in a cathartic way. (After all, crying is known to help bring back chemical balance when our brains are overwhelmed with emotion.)

The manga, by contrast, feels foreboding. The framing of the scene shows Mob just below the chaos of his powers returning the school to its prior shape, him large and especially prominent, as opposed to smaller and meeker in the anime. Most importantly, there is lightning flashing in the background. There are no gentle sunbeams peaking through after a harsh rain, there are no soft painterly textures in the clouds.

It is still dark. The clouds are not soft nor comforting. Lightning flashes to signal continuing storms and danger. It is a warning:

This is not the last time we will see such cataclysmic destruction.

Fighting with Peter Parker would include..

- cue dramatic af peter LMAO

- anyways

- the angel just wants you to be happy 24/7

- but sometimes arguments just happen, ya know?

- it started out very simple with slight banter

- and then it escalated to you two yelling at each other in his apartment

- arguing about the littlest of things

- ‘peter did you eat my piece of toast’

- ‘asdfghjkl pls don’t kill me’

- ‘PETER I SWEAR IM GONNA-’

- trying to give each other the silent treatment

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Soulmate Voice AU

The voice you’re reading this text in right now is probably your own, but, what if it wasn’t? What if it was your soulmate’s?

  • Everyone has a voice in their head they hear when they read anything; books, texts, emails, tumblr posts, etc.
  • They know the voice isn’t their own.
  • Even though science can’t explain it, the voice ends up being someone’s love of their love, or as it’s been put, soulmate.
  • What’s even more curious is when someone’s soulmate can’t speak, they don’t hear a voice when they speak, but see images.
  • These images are usually along the lines of sign language.
  • Every word is perfectly translated, not just to any sign language, but their soulmate’s sign language. All the shortcuts, and they can feel their facial expressions because they make them on their own face when they read.
  • The voice in their head is the same voice their soulmate will have when they meet them.
  • After they meet them, the voice in their head will change with their soulmate’s.
  • There are sometimes, when someone just can’t read, the words mix up, because they don’t really understand what’s going with their head when it comes to their soulmate’s ‘voice’.
  • Lucky for those people, once they meet their soulmate, their soulmate recognizes them by their voice and helps them understand their own ‘voice’.
  • Now, just imagine person A doesn’t hear a voice but instead they see hand gestures.
  • Everyone was telling A that the voice they heard when they read was their soulmate’s voice, but since their wasn’t a voice and no told them how deaf or mute people’s soulmate’s read A thought that the hand gestures meant they just weren’t meant to have a soulmate.
  • A studied the hand gestures until they became a second language to them.
  • Person B was deaf and because of that they thought the voice in their head was their own or something along those lines, because in the town B grew up in believed deaf people didn’t have soulmates.
  • B’s family moved to the city, the one A lived in.
  • It was in the first few weeks when A and B were put together for a partner project with C.
  • B signed to A and C that he was deaf and was sorry for the interrupter and before his interrupter could even translate A signed, “That’s alright and there’s no need to be sorry.”
  • B is shocked at this and signs excitedly and the two started a long conversation where is C would have stopped if it hadn’t been adorable. Besides, C knew they were soulmates and that’s what they thought they were talking about.
  • A few years pass and A and B have become inseparable with C still as one of their other friends.
  • A’s voice changes a bit and so does B’s head voice but, B already feels like a crazy outsider because of their ears, they keep quiet not wanting to be more of one.
  • A, B and C are together at one of their houses and C starts to talk excitedly because the new kid in their school is their soulmate.
  • A looks sad and B looks angry about C’s chatter. C signs what’s wrong and after a few minutes of both explaining their side C looks at them in disbelief.
  • After C explains how deaf people find their soulmate and makes it clear that A and B are soulmates they leave to give them some privacy.
  • A and B look at each other and B just breaks down. After being told all their life a soulmate was impossible for them they finally understand. They finally know that it’s possible and it’s already happened.
  • Once B, and A cause they’ve been telling themselves a soulmate couldn’t happen for them, stop the tears A signs, “Does it suck that you’ll hear one voice for your entire life?”
  • B let out a silent laugh and signs, “It doesn’t suck at all because it’s your voice and that’s the only voice I ever want to hear.”

This was so fun to write I hope you all enjoyed! Feel free to reblog and edit this to your OTPs.

Okay but in wolfstar fics I feel like people get their coming out wrong

The marauders grew up in a less understanding time. James and peter wouldn’t just be like “lol whatever”

Remus would be first to come out (pan, gay, bi, etc.). They already accepted him as a werewolf, so he would have a bit more courage. Sirius, who grew up in a less loving household, would be scared shitless.

When Remus came out Peter would be soooo uncomfortable (a little bigoted and very disturbed), but he would have no clue what to do. So, he would look to James.

James would be silent then ask questions, which then would probably be ‘open minded’ but now be terrible. He would ask how it was possible, ask if he had ever looked at any of the others in a sexual way, ask if he had sex, if he hadn’t if he was sure he was gay, it would continue like that for a while. Once James was satisfied (which would take HOURS, in which Sirius would stay extremely quiet and Peter would look mad during(adding a few questions of his own)) James would end the conversation with the classic “as long as you never like me we’re good.”

But it wouldn’t be good.

Suddenly Peter and James wouldn’t change in front of Remus, they would look sick when they saw Remus talking to a guy who wasn’t in their group, and they avoided him as much as possible.

This went on for a month or so.

Sirius the only one treating him the same.

It ends when Remus breaks down crying one night, to Lily of all people. And Lily being an amazing person (and possibly bi/pan) gets pissed. She rounds up the other three and screams at them until her voice is raw, telling them how they hurt Remus.

After that night James is back to normal and even tears up apologizing to Remus. Because while James was raised in a different time he’s a bro™ and would get over it and even come to love it once everything set it. Peter would take another week or two but, as always, would follow James’ lead.

Sirius would be too scared from James’ and peter’s reaction to come out willingly for at least a few months, maybe a year.

Remus finds out, he accidentally stumbles upon a nude magazine of men that he knows isn’t his. He confronts Sirius who denies it and cries but Remus just says he’ll love Sirius no matter what. After a minute Sirius says it out loud and it’s a big relief.

Remus doesn’t make Sirius come out to the others because he knows how hard it is. It isn’t until a bad full moon that Sirius comes out. Kind of.

Remus is unconscious and bloody and they don’t know if he’ll make it. Sirius is over him, clutching him tightly, mumbling about how Remus can’t leave him, saying how much he loves him. James and Peter whiteness the entire thing but say nothing.

Weeks later Remus is better and Peter is acting weird and detached again, this time only staying close to James.

One time when James and Sirius are alone he asks him how long he had been in love with Remus, then how long he had known he was gay. He apologizes for how he had talked about Remus when the werewolf had first come out, then he cries a little and apologizes for if he made Sirius upset or scared to come out. They cry together and fall asleep on the common room couch hugging.

Sirius officially comes out as gay to the marauders two days later.

They all nod knowingly and there’s a flicker of hope in Remus’ eyes that only James catches. This is when he becomes the ultimate wolfstar shipper and makes multiple plans to get them together. He executes them with the help of Peter (who starts acting supportive eventually) and Lily.

All three are upset when a year into their plans they figure out that Remus and Sirius had been together for half of that time. They 100% find out by waking in on the two making out/banging.

It’s seeing James go from bigot to the biggest gay shipper ever that makes lily realize she could maybe love him, or at lest give him a chance.

The point is:
MAKE JAMES AND PETER WORK TO COME TO UNDERSTAND OTHER SEXUALITIES, STOP PRETENDING PEOPLE WERE AUTOMATICALLY WOKE THIRTY YEARS AGO

I think the hardest part about losing you
was that I didn’t just lose the boy
who called me pretty even when I hadn’t showered in 3 days,
or
the boy who once kissed me in the rain with tears in his eyes

I lost my best friend
the only person who knows what my favorite time of day is
and why
and
the only person who’s calmed me down after a day of nightmares

I’ve lost so much more
than anyone can imagine
and I hear what youre asking
I’m just trying to make it easier on you

—  Conscious//kayla

anonymous asked:

Bts after a breakup?

Jin

  • gets over it the fastest
  • most likely was the dumper, not the dumpee
  • goes out and has fun with friends 
  • wants to travel, sees new sights and meets new people
  • goes to the bar to celebrate his new freedom
  • completely cuts ties with his ex 
  • acts as if they never even dated
  • highkey petty
  • i can do better anyways.”

Originally posted by ttaewo

Yoongi

  • he’d be one to take it hard
  • pisces are the most sensitive of the zodiac
  • they dream of fairy tale romance, and when their dreams come falling apart it takes a long time accept
  • and his cancer mars only makes it worse
  • completely heartbroken and devasted for a long time
  • secludes himself from everyone
  • daydreams about what it’d be like if things went differently
  • they hurt me so fucking bad yet i’m still in love with them. why?
  • won’t allow himself to cry
  • lets out his frustration and hurt through music

Originally posted by berry852

Hoseok

  • tries to let go quickly
  • acts like everything is okay
  • distracts himself with friends
  • goes out and tries to have fun
  • but on the inside it’s killing him
  • cries. a lot.
  • but after the wounds heal, he accepts reality
  • thinks of it as a learning experience
  • the least likely to hold a grudge or have bitter feelings towards his ex
  • might even be fine with having a friendship with them
  • i guess it’s for the best.

Originally posted by jhopingforhoseok

Namjoon

  • internalizes his feelings
  • rethinks the entire relationship 
  • overanalyzes everything
  • tries to figure out what exactly went wrong
  • asks “why?” a lot
  • blames himself
  • listens to sad music which only makes him sadder
  • isolates himself for a while
  • writes a diss track 

Originally posted by ksjknj

Jimin

  • puts on a smile in public
  • but cries into his pillow when he gets home
  • with a scorpio venus and mars, i see a lot of anger and frustration building up in him
  • wants to get back at them for hurting him
  • tries to make them jealous
  • hooks up with someone to try and forget
  • which only makes things worse
  • boils on the inside when he sees them being happy without him
  • would obsess over the break up for a long time, but with the help of his friends he’d eventually move on

Originally posted by orchid-bud

Taehyung

  • hides his hurt
  • capricorns see relationship as a long lasting union and can be in denial when one is cut short
  • tries to forget about the entire relationship
  • throws away everything that reminds him of his ex
  • completely cuts them out of his life
  • busies himself with work and his hobbies
  • wants his thoughts to be occupied constantly
  • his aries moon makes him lash out in anger when reminded of them
  • these aren’t tears. my eyes are just sweating.”

Jungkook

  • tries to brush it off and save his ego
  • wants to better himself
  • remodels his room
  • gets a makeover 
  • makes sure he looks extra nice whenever he sees his ex
  • acts out in public to get their attention
  • but under his nonchalant cocky facade is a lot of hurt
  • angry that he wasted his time with them
  • thinks about all his ex’s flaws and everything he disliked about them
  • knows ending the relationship is better in the long run
  • lmao i’m better without them anyways.
All I’ve got II pt. 1

Jungkook x reader

genre: tattooed!jungkook, badboy!jungkook, angst, contents of smut, violent actions, slight fluff

word count: 12.1k


Jeon Jungkook was a tall guy, handsome with all those ethereal artwork tattooed on his arms..and your best friend. He was by your side whereas you faced a painful heartbreak, caressing your hurt soul for as long as you needed him. But how much can a friendship withstand if one of the two develops feelings?

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My take on the “Neil dies in Baltimore” au:

Here’s a list of reasons why Andrew is considering death-by-FBI-agent-who-won’t-shut-up:

  1. Neil is dead.
  2. Neil obviously knew he was going to die, since he made sure to break his contract with Andrew.
  3. He didn’t catch the strain in Neil’s voice when he said “You were amazing” until later, when it was too late.
  4. Now that it’s too late, he can’t stop hearing it. That little waver, like it meant more than it was saying, which now he knows it was but he was too fucking dense to realize it.
  5. Even after the disappearance, even after hours of nothing and then the FBI call and Kevin’s stupid confession and stupid throat (which he fully intends to come back to crushing later), Neil was alive.
  6. But not long enough for them to reach the hospital.

And now here they are, in the hospital lobby, being talked down to by an idiot in a suit trying to make excuses for why the FBI needs his body.

“He is ours,” Dan growls. Actually growls. “You said his father is dead now, and his mother’s been dead for years, so that means we’re his closest family.”

But all Agent Dick dous is raise an eyebrow. “How do you know that Mary Wesninski is dead?” It has the clearly desired effect of shutting Dan up. There are a thousand innocent answers to that question, but they’re Foxes. Nobody ever gives them the benefit of the doubt.

“We need to conduct a full autopsy, get a clearer picture of what was done to him. We’ll hand him over to you post-cremation.”

Matt shakes his head. “Not good enough.”

“You all need to get this into your heads: Neil Josten isn’t real and never was. He was a halfway decent cover that, honestly, probably would’ve been passable if he hadn’t thrown caution to the wind time and again over the past year. He was playing a part, and now he’s dead, and those are the facts.”

Andrew is aware that they’re talking about a corpse, but that complete disregard for who Neil was makes him want to rip out the man’s throat. Anger colors his vision red, but it’s better this way. Because as soon as the red leaves, the gray will settle in, and it will never, ever go away.

“Here’s another fact,” Agent Dick continues. “People don’t spend months in close company of others without letting something slip. So I’m going to need all of you to come in and te—”

“That’s enough, Agent Browning,” a new voice calls to them. A second later, a woman appears next to the agent, towering over him by a good half a foot. “Say another word to them and I’ll personally make sure that anything they say becomes inadmissible in court.” She turns to the Foxes. “Hi, sorry, I’m Ms. Waters. I was — still is, technically — Nathaniel’s lawyer.”

Kevin’s face goes ashy, likely imagining the worst. “He was here for six hours before dying. Why the hell would he need a lawyer?”

Ms. Waters pulls out several small white envelopes by way of response. “Because he didn’t trust Agent Chucklehead over hear to not open these before you recieved them.” She hands each Fox their own envelope, with their name written on the front in Neil’s familiar scrawl. Wymack doesn’t get an envelope.

It makes Andrew’s chest ache and his heart boil, and he doesn’t trust himself to speak. He knows what’s inside that letter: a sequel and an epilogue. All of Neil’s bullshit sap wrapped in a promise that he’ll never have it again. He doesn’t even know wether he wants to read it or tear it into a million pieces. Probably both.

“—two requests,” it takes Andrew a second to register that Ms. Waters is talking again. “That you read your letters in private, and that you destroy them after reading. Preferably with fire.” She smiles at their confused stares and nods at Agent Dick. “Browning here is a man of many words, but he spends very few eandearing himself to others. Nathaniel was likely afraid that he would try to read them.

“In any case, I’ll be in touch soon. Nathaniel left a great deal behind, and while the FBI can scramble over his past, it’s my job to sort out his present, and that means you.” She gives Wymack a teal business card. “In case you need me urgently, in the case I don’t contact you first. Now run along, you were all injured and in need of rest.”


The bus ride back to Palmetto is silent, but nobody is asleep. Like Andrew, they all sit on their individual benches, staring at their letters, trying to decide wether they wan’t to know or not. Is it an explanation? Apology? Questions too big for the heart to ask or recieve an answer to.

In the end, it’s Nicky who breaks the silence. “I know he said to read them alone, but… anybody want to open their’s with me? I just. I can’t. Not alone. Not on this.”

There’s silence again, but then Renee comes to sit next to Nicky, and then Allison, and the next thing he knows he, Kevin, and Aaron are the only ones not crowded together in a massive group hug. There’s sniffling, then a countdown from three, and the sound of several envelopes tearing and pages unfolding. And then silence again.

And then.

And then.

Dan’s been captain of the Foxes for years, but Andrew doesn’t think he’s ever heard her yell that loudly as her ARE YOU SHITTING ME vibrates throughout the bus. The rest of the Foxes are quick to follow with their own sounds of anger and disbelief.

It’s when Nicky starts laughing hysterically that Andrew finally succumbs to his curiousity and opens the letter, skimming over the words.

Andrew is going to fucking kill that boy when he gets his hands on him.
Lance and the Mirror of Erised

Lance stares back at the mirror suspiciously, wondering why in the hell Pidge would ever want to keep that. It’s not like she would need it or anything, and Lance hold no grudges against it, it’s just…

Creepy.

Suspicious.

Creepy because of the old fashioned golden frame with an inscription that said, erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.

Whatever alien language that was in.

Suspicious because when Pidge had found it during a mission, she claimed to have seen her brother and father in the reflection, smiling at her, hoping it was some kind of clue, and thus she brings it on board to the castle.

Lance called the bull immediately, wanting to get rid of that…mirror thing…as soon as possible. He could think of all the bad things that could happen, everything he’s seen in movies come flashing through his mind…like what if one of the paladins got literally sucked in and can’t get themselves out? Or what if one of them couldn’t take their eyes off the reflection because they saw some kind of traumatizing thing that could affect their brains?

Whatever the possibilities, it’s just unlikely to find something this enchanting with their luck. But the others took Pidge’s word over his ridiculous thoughts, thinking what possible damage could a mirror do? It’s only a big piece of glass surrounded by a fancy old frame, glass for which people could check their reflection, that’s all a mirror is after all.

It was a quiet night, up until the point when Lance woke up from a nightmare, and all he could do was pace around the castle in order to clear his mind from all the horrid images that would flash in his head from the bad dream. He didn’t feel like going back to sleep any time soon, and getting some food from the kitchen to help him fall asleep wasn’t exactly something he want to do at two in the morning.

Or…space.

He thought about going to the training deck to help tire him out, and keep his mind busy at the same time, seeing that he wasn’t going back to bed in his room any time now.

-

Once he was in the training deck, he was just about to demand for a level, expecting the training bot to come out, until he was interrupted by a quick flash of light in his peripheral vision that caught his attention. He walks closer to the light, keeping his footsteps light as if he was approaching a small creature. He keeps his eyes open, thinking that if he loses his eye contact, the light would disappear in a flash.

It comes to his disappointment when the light of the object that caught his direct attention was just the lights of the training deck reflecting off that stupid mirror Pidge brought home.

However, he does look good in it.

He runs his eyes back over the frames of the mirror.

Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.

Still gibberish, if you ask him.

Lance’s eyes drifts into the actual mirror, and checks himself out, happy to see that there wasn’t a line of worry on his face, or a break out any where in his sight. His hair was a disheveled mess, sticking up in every direction due to the twists and turns he had done in bed because of the nightmares. He didn’t bother to fix it up, knowing that he’ll just fall asleep, and it’ll still be an untidy mess when he wakes up. He does a couple of poses just for the fun of it, chuckling softly at his reflection as he was making faces for his own enjoyment.

Okay, maybe the mirror isn’t as evil or creepy as Lance thought it would be, but it still doesn’t mean that finding this during a mission, along Pidge saying she saw her brother, it doesn’t make it any more suspicious than it already is. Useful, maybe, but still suspicious.

He feels a yawn release itself from his chest and escape his lips, and he decides to leave the deck before he falls asleep on the spot. Lance was giving one more finger gun at himself towards the mirror, until he sees it.

He catches his breath, and his heart felt like it almost dropped to the pit of his stomach. Scratch that, he feels his stomach begin to churn, aching with a sense of longing and sickness. There was no way that what he was seeing was actually real, but he refuses to look away and search behind him to see if it was more than an illusion. As much as it pains him to say, he feels his tongue tie itself in a knot, wanting to say that one word he hasn’t said out loud in so long without seeing her face.

“Mamá?”

There she stood, smiling, dressed in her usual floral clothing. In the mirror, she looked just as Lance had remembered, her friendly smile, her short height, her kind blue eyes. The image of his mamá squeezed his cheeks with one hand, leaving a small kiss. Lance’s eyes widens, and he didn’t even feel a tear roll down his face until he reaches a hand up to wipe it away.

And as he wipes it away, he looks around him, the training deck still empty. Looking back into the mirror, the reflection of his mamá stood, whispering words in his ear that Lance couldn’t hear. She gives him a big hug, which made Lance open his arms up to hug her back, only to find himself reaching out for nothing but air.

He snaps from his daze, his arms slowly going back down to his sides, but he hasn’t break eye contact with the mirror just yet.

His mamá steps aside, but Lance didn’t want her to go just yet. He wanted to remember her face, have it etched in his mind, so he wouldn’t ever forget. Luckily, she only stepped aside for another person to come in the mirror.

Another person steps into view. A taller person. With her long brown hair and similar blue eyes, her golden tan skin like the sun had given her a kiss. His oldest sister. She brings Lance in an embrace, holding him close, almost picking him up off the ground. But Lance looks up, knowing that she wasn’t really there, but still felt disappointed when he comes to see no one hugging him. He returns to indulge himself in the reflections and images that the mirror was somehow giving. Then another comes in, this one was shorter, his brown hair bouncing as he was running up to Lance’s reflection, wrapping his little arms around his leg. Came another one, joining in on the group hug. Then another, and another, until Lance sees all of his siblings, his four sisters and three brothers, drowning him in a big, suffocatingly loving, group hug.

He longs to feel all of these hugs himself, and not just look at it happening in a mirror. His heart starts to warm up by seeing every single face he comes to see in the reflection, laughing quietly to himself.

Lance brings his arms closer to him, embracing himself with his own arms to feel the hugs. It wasnt as comforting as the numerous of arms that wrapped around him in the reflection, but it’ll do.

Soon, they all stepped aside. He didn’t want them to leave yet, but he could still see them, waving to him, smiling, jumping around. Some were carried by others, the older siblings were giving the little ones piggy back rides.

Then Lance sees him.

He feels his heart elevate up, lodging itself in his throat, skipping a beat.

“Keith!”

He jumps, catching his breath as he turns around, expecting to see Keith’s confused expression on his face.

No one.

All he heard were the sounds of his own breathing and his heart pounding in rythm. All he sees is the emptiness of the training deck.

Lance’s breathing gradually slows down, looking back at the mirror to see if his eyes were playing tricks on him. The reflection of Keith was still standing there, smiling directly at Lance.

Why would he be there?

If Pidge saw her brother and father, and I saw my family, then wouldn’t this mirror just be showing images of…family? Or…Am I wrong? What’s going on?

He watches intensively, all his attention back on the reflection if him and Keith. Although Lance feels himself gaping at the mirror, his reflection shows him smiling softly at Keith, almost a smirk.

Then he sees it.

The reflection of Lance looks down, interlacing his fingers with Keith’s. He holds it up to his lips, leaving a soft kiss on Keith’s hand. The reflection of Keith smirks, cupping Lance’s face with his other hand, and smashes against his lips with his own. The two images moves their mouths together in synch, hands moving in places Lance wished he could do, the two pulling apart only to gasp for a breath of air, and continue to kiss like the world had stopped spinning and time had stopped running.

Lance steps back, startled by the quickened pace of his pulse, his heart racing faster just by looking at the image. Never would he thought of being jealous of himself, but at this point, he has now come to a conclusion that this mirror was evil.

“Lance?”

The voice was sudden, like it came out of nowhere, yanking Lance out of his daze. He jumps back, turning around to meet his eyes with the one and only Keith.

His mullet was all mussed up, causing him to run his fingers through it to keep it from falling down on his eyes. The bags underneath shows that he had just woken up, rubbing them with his other hand as he made an arch in his back to stretch.

“What are you doing?”

Lance hums in response, trying to block Keith’s vision away from the mirror.

“Nothing.” He says quickly, wincing at the pitch in his voice.

Keith raises an eyebrow, still unconvinced by the tone of Lance’s voice.

“Is that the mirror Pidge found?”

Lance turns to look over his shoulder, and sure enough, the reflection still showed the two of them canoodling, smiling, flirting, and hugging.

“I-It’s nothing,” Lance stutters again, internally slapping himself in the back of his mind with an invisible palm.

“C'mon, I just wanna see what I look like,” Keith chuckles, unaware of the small hoarse in his voice that really made Lance’s insides twist about.

Keith moves him aside with no effort, finding himself looking at the mirror with a small smile.

Lance panicks, attempting to explain what’s happening, and hopes Keith doesn’t get freaked out on what he sees in the mirror. “Look, it’s weird, I get it, but I saw those images–”

“Lance–”

“–and it wasn’t like I was in control of what I saw–

“Lance–”

“–and I don’t even know what was happening–”

Lance!

He stops rambling, directing his attention to a calm looking Keith, smiling. His eyes weren’t mad, and his expression hasn’t changed. Or maybe it was just because he was more tired than Lance thought he would be.

“What are you talking about?”

Lance blinks a couple times at him, wondering if Keith didn’t see what he saw. He hesitates before he asks, catching his bottom lip between his teeth, “The reflection? What do you see?”

“Me?” Keith answers, raising another curious eyebrow at Lance, “Isn’t that what mirrors are for?”

Lance blinks to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating from sleep deprivation, but looking at Keith–the real Keith–the tightness of his chest loosens. He lets out a deep breath, his eyes drifts back to the reflection of him and Keith holding hands, embracing each other like a couple would.

Maybe it was just him that could really see it, or maybe it was just the lack of sleep giving him all these illusions.

Lance lets out another sigh, breaking his eye contact with the mirror, and smiles at Keith, “Maybe I should go take a rest now.”

Keith gives him a small smirk, brushing the bangs of his hair back, “Heh, I recommend it.”

Lance sticks his tongue out, and leads himself out the entrance of the training deck. He turns back, expecting Keith to be following right behind him. Except he wasn’t, and instead, his eyes were focused on his reflection of the mirror.

“Aren’t you coming?”

Keith rips his attention away from the mirror, and his eyes were back to Lance with a bigger smile tugging on the corners of his mouth. He sighs, running his hand through his unruly hair again, “I’m coming.”

With one last glance at the mirror, Keith drags his legs towards Lance, brushing their shoulders against each other sleepily as the two of them walked back to their rooms, which were conveniently placed right next to each other.

Keith mumbles a ‘good night’ to Lance, right before his door shuts close right in front of him. Lance catches his face heat up, a blush creeping on his cheeks. With his hand on the door, he smiles at the door of Keith’s room, muttering a ‘good night, Mullet’ as if he could hear through walls. Lance slips inside his own room, with the sound of the door sliding closed behind him.

Little did he know that what Keith actually saw in the mysterious mirror wasn’t exactly what he told him.

He did see himself, that part was true. However, it was part of the truth. What Keith saw–what he really saw–was him and the tan and lanky figure of an obnoxiously loud and hilarious person named Lance. In the reflection, he saw himself–yes–he was smiling, and he was happy. The reflection of Lance went up behind Keith, and took him in his arms by the waist. Lance’s grip on Keith’s waist looked tight, but he seemed to sink himself further into the embrace.

Keith’s reflection put his hands over Lance’s, his smile widening at the touch. Even if it was just an image, he could still feel his heart pounding out of his chest like it was about to burst, but he kept his breathing steady. The reflection of Lance placed a soft kiss on his cheek, resting his chin on Keith’s shoulder.

And what the real Keith saw that made him not want to look away, was the minute his eyes drifted back down at their hands, and saw that there were silver rings on both him and Lance’s ring fingers.

His smile widened, and he heard Lance’s voice call him back to reality, but that didn’t make his smile go away.

“Aren’t you coming?” Lance had asked in that sleepy tone in his voice.

Maybe one day… Keith thought as he took a quick glance back at the reflection and seeing the image of him and Lance disappear as he tugs himself out of his trance, dragging his legs towards the real Lance. Maybe one day that’ll be my reality…

But hey, Lance didn’t need to know all that extra information, doesn’t he?

Besides, he’s got part of the truth already.

You’re His Ex Girlfriend and You See His New Girlfriend Wearing Your T-Shirt: Part 4

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Harry watches the wall clock as he waits patiently on his couch, counting the minutes until Y/n finally wakes up.

He’s barely slept all night, feeling a mix of anxiousness and misery as he thought of all the outcomes that could happen today. He also found himself looking at Y/n all night, watching her in her calmest state of mind and feeling a sense of tranquility as he sees her in her most beautiful form.

He could never get tired of it—admiring her in her sleep. But as the morning passed and the late afternoon started approaching, Harry didn’t know what the hell was going on.

She was still asleep, crashed on top of him as snores raided her mouth and the only movement being the slight rise and fall of her chest against his. He started to worry, solely for the fact that she slept at a completely reasonable time last night and was known to be an early riser. And since he barely got a blink of sleep, he knows she didn’t wake up for a second during the night.

At first, when it hit 12 hours since she’d fallen asleep, he tried to brush hair out of her face in an attempt to wake her from her slumber. Nothing came to his avail, however, when all he got was a slight shake of her head and a small smacking of her lips.

When the afternoon started to approach, he started to move his fingertips along her back and neck. But again, nothing; just a slight groan and a movement of her hips to get away from the sensation.

He gave up after that, helpless in disturbing her sleep and trying to get some sort of reassurance in the midst of his worrying. He really needed something, because his nerves were getting the best of him and he needed to rid the anxiety building inside of him.

That’s when he decided to call Gabby.

“She fell asleep at around 10:00 last night and it’s nearly 2:00 now. She’s barely moved, she’s still right on top of me and doesn’t even flinch when I turn. I’m really worried.”

Harry lifts his hand to her hair, softly brushing the knots out with his fingers, waiting to see if there’s any sudden movement. But there’s nothing, just the movements of her soft breath and the occasional repositioning of her neck.

“She’s barely slept in months, Harry. She’s not fully comfortable here, no matter how much she tries to tell me she is. There are nights she doesn’t sleep at all. She’s completely incapable of being alone anymore, she’s always thinking and it doesn’t let her calm down in the slightest, you know? And mixed with everything that happened last night, she’s probably extremely exhausted. Just let her get her sleep, yeah? She really needs it, trust me. Besides, you being there is helping her in the most.”

He looks down at Y/n, where her cheek is pressed against his chest as her eyes are closed in a dream. She looks most beautiful this way. It’s the peaceful, angelic side of her that he always remember her being.

She looks safe, too—away from any potential hurting and pressed so close against him as if he were the protector of her heart. He almost laughs at the irony of it all, how she’s the exact opposite of peaceful and nowhere near protected from any harm—especially in his arms.

And there’s a part of him that wishes he could stay in this moment forever, holding her to him as he watches her in her must vulnerable state. She doesn’t push him away, or tell him to stop staring at her, or cry because he still can’t figure out what to say. She’s oblivious to his admiration, and the second she regains consciousness in her reality, he knows this moment can’t last much longer, no matter how badly he wants it to.

“Yeah, of course I’ll let her sleep. You think I can move from underneath her without waking her? Might make her some food, can feel her stomach growl.”

“Yes, please make her something. She gets really upset sometimes and forgets to eat. They’ll be days I have to remind her. She really needs you to provide for her right now, more than anything. She shouldn’t wake up, though.”

It doesn’t take much convincing to get Harry up from the couch. Although it was a bit of a struggle to maneuver himself from underneath Y/n’s body and out of her tight hold on him—especially between her occasional whimpers and groans from the sudden movements—he managed to do so without waking her up too much.

He decides to make her her favorite breakfast, as well. He knows it won’t distract her from the problems they have to face, but it’s something—it’s something as opposed to all the nothingness he’s been giving her.

It doesn’t take much longer than half an hour before Y/n finally wakes up from her slumber. She’s confused upon her awakening, groggy and the remaining amount of exhaustion still present in her body.

She’s comforted, though, when she acknowledges that she’s back home with the aroma of breakfast filling the air. It reminds her of old times—mornings of her anniversaries with Harry and mornings of their birthdays or purposeful events. It’s everything that she’s missed and it brings a soft smile to her face. Only for a second, though.

“Afternoon.” He smiles softly, eyes watching her every movement as she leans against the doorway of the kitchen.

In any other circumstance, he would have greeted her with a proper kiss and held her against him for a while; but as he observes her red eyes, her tear-stained cheeks, and her overall broken down structure, he knows not to overstep his boundaries.

Y/n frowns, watching what would normally be the most heartwarming sight of her life—Harry cooking in the kitchen of their home, a smile on his face while the sun peeks through the windows—but is now only seeing it as something that could have been.

She wonders if this is how he spent his mornings with Jessica.

He frowns slightly, too, when he sees her in the way she is now. There’s absolutely no life to her. He can tell that the Y/n that he knew is long gone—now replaced by a much more miserable soul. It almost brings tears to his eyes, seeing how much damage and destruction he’s caused onto her. He feels as if he’s taken away Y/n’s heart entirely, only leaving her to suffer through the loss.

“I, uh—" he mutters softly, realizing that he’s been staring at her for longer than he’s probably supposed to, “I made you some chocolate chip pancakes. I know it’s a little after lunch time but Gabby told me you haven’t been eating as much and well, I kind of figured I’d make you something I know you can’t resist.”

She wants to appreciate the gesture, she does. She wishes that she could look past the gloomy side of the situation, and instead focus on the fact they’re together again. Even if it’s the bare minimum—where Harry does all the speaking while she just listens with a stupid pout on her face—there’s a reflection of what their relationship was like before their time apart, and she feels as if it should be making her feel something other than sick to her stomach.

But she just can’t, no matter how hard she tries. She can’t quite understand how he’s doing so well. Not a part of him resembles her ruined self. He’s so put together, even after everything that’s happened. He’s still alive, which is almost the exact opposite of how she feels; and she can’t help but to wonder if he ever felt the way she did—broken and helpless. She wonders if he even cared.

And if there’s anything that can make her feel worse than she already does, it’s if Harry continues to pity her—to treat her like a charity case when he was the reason for all of this. He should be the one sulking from his mistakes, on his knees begging for mercy, but it’s her. She’s suffering the pain for the both of them and she doesn’t know how much longer she can bare it.

“Is this how it’s going to be?” She whispers, tears flowing from her eyes and she’s genuinely surprised that there’s still some left to cry.

Harry’s heart stops as he watches her break again. He doesn’t want to witness her in that form again, he doesn’t even know if he can; and imagining the pain that must be bursting through her veins is only making this harder for him.

“You’re just going to pretend like everything is okay? While I stand here, practically begging you to say something to me about all this, you just continue to show off how perfectly fine you are?”

“What?” He asks, nearly dumbfounded by her accusations. “No, baby. That’s not—no.“

He doesn’t know exactly where all this came from, considering there isn’t any part of him that’s feeling any sort of sanity. He’s been suffering, too, no matter how much he tries to hide it for her sake. The masking his hurt has been hiding under has been wearing thin over the past couple of weeks, but he couldn’t bring himself to show her how much this affected him.

He was always the one to stay strong for the both of them. No matter what came their way, he was always the one to bottle up all of his emotions and get them through whatever it was bringing them down. He couldn’t break, especially not in front of her. He has to be the one to mend them back together; he doesn’t have a choice, considering he was the one who broke it up in the first place.

“You think I’m fine? You actually think I’m okay with all this? You haven’t even—you haven’t even seen me before last night, and even then I was a wreck. Y/n, how could you even think like that?”

“Look at you!” She yells, eyes widened and teeth clenched as she speaks. Her hands are at her head, pressing at her temples in complete hysteria and despair. “All fucking pretty and perfect! I don’t see anything wrong with you, like there’s nothing gripping at your throat or feeding your insides with the guilt that should be eating you fucking alive right now!”

“Y/n—“

“And look at me! Just take a goddamn look at me and how fucked up I am! Do you see what the problem is? Do you see how none of this is fair to me? Fuck you and fuck your precious happiness, and fuck your selfish decisions and just fuck you, Harry! Fuck you!

Her voice is harsh and loud enough to nearly echo from the walls. The cries and whimpers haven’t stopped, either, and there’s a certain type of tension building between them that’s nearly sucking the air from their throats.

But she’s not stopping, not yet. She still has so much to say and nothing is getting in her way, not now.

“How did it feel, Harry?! How did it feel to love on some other woman while your ex-girlfriend was alone and breaking on her bed?! Was it nice?! How did it feel?!”

Harry’s jaw clenches once the words leave her mouth, and his hands are balling to fists at the side of his thighs. He’s frustrated—frustrated because she’s so blinded by her own pain that she hasn’t eve acknowledged his. And the way she’s making it sound—like he doesn’t love her, like he doesn’t care—almost makes him throw up.

As much as he fucked up, he never imagined to be perceived as such a villain. She’s looking down on him, digging into his insecurities and accusing him of being a man he knows he’ll never be capable of being, and he doesn’t like it one bit. As much as he had done wrong, he never found pleasure in her pain and he doesn’t even want to think about how that thought processed through her brain.

“Are you being serious right now? You really need to tell me this isn’t some sort of sick joke.”

Her eyes narrow up at him, and for the first time since he’s seen her, she starts to laugh.

It’s a habit she’s obtained whenever she tries to hold back all the anger boiling inside of her. It’s a rare occasion, considering she never really gets mad, especially at him. But she’s on the edge of complete rage, and she feels it building inside of her.

She still has tears falling from her eyes, and they’re both unsure whether it’s from the laughter, the pain, the anger, or all three of them.

“You think I’m joking? You want to hear a real joke, Harry? You saw me. You saw me at the grocery store, you saw me looking at Jessica wearing our shirt and you didn’t do anything! You did absolutely nothing, you just fucking stood there and watched me fall apart. What kind of twisted shit was that, Harry? Did it make you feel good about yourself? Or was it a nice image to look back on while you fucked Jessica the following night?”

All his frustration subsided when her voice started to crack and shake between her words. Her emotions are scattered, along with his, but he can’t help but feel an aching in his chest when he sees how helpless she looks.

Looking back at it, Y/n gets the same exact feeling she did that morning—betrayed, broken, and completely hated. There is no other explanation for it. He had to have hated her, for whatever reason it may be, it’s the only thing that makes sense.

The Harry that loved her would never leave her to fend for herself. He wasn’t the same man she remembered him being. The kindhearted, selfless, loving man she fell in love with was not the man she came to contact with—standing with a mysterious girl, showing her off in the t-shirt that meant everything to him and Y/n.

He had to have hated her.

“Is that—“ his voice cracks, and he has to swallow the lump building in his throat before he continues to speak, “Is that what you think? That I just watched because I’m heartless?”

She sighs, shaking her head softly. She crosses her arms at her chest, tucking her hands beneath them as her eyes drift away from his.

She never thought he was heartless, but there must have been something he had against her for him to not say anything to her. She deserved an explanation, or even a half-assed apology at the slightest. But she got nothing. All she got silence and heartbreak and everything inside of her knew that she didn’t deserve it.

There had to have been something.

“No, I just—I never felt so hated before. It was like—like you found some sort of comfort in watching me suffer. You never did that, Harry. You never did that to me, not in all the years that I’ve known you and knowing that you didn’t want me anymore was like all the life was sucked out of me all at once.”

She closes her eyes as she sobs, clutching the fabric of her shirt in her hands right where her heart is.

“Just imagine feeling your heart stop beating and your lungs collapsing all at once. I thought you hated me, Harry. Nothing was worse than feeling that, nothing.”

An inhumane sound emits from Harry’s chest—something between a sob and a growl—a sound she’s never heard before and it’s utterly pitiful.

He’s never thought of it in that way. The thought of Y/n thinking he’s hated her never crossed his mind, always just assuming that she was so upset because Jessica crept her way into his life. But the more he thinks about it, all the more it makes sense.

When he saw Dan wearing Harry’s ring, all the hope that Y/n was ever going to love him again was ripped away from him. The feeling of betrayal and heartbreak was so overwhelming because while he was suffering from the loss of her, she was finding comfort in somebody else and nothing brought him more pain than thinking she didn’t love him anymore.

And that’s exactly what he did to her. She was waiting for him—waiting for him to come back and fight for their relationship. She was alone and hurt all throughout the nights while he was finding pleasure in another woman to get him through the pain.

He’s put her through so much that she didn’t deserve, and he doesn’t know how he can live with himself for it.

He whimpers, tentatively reaching out for the hand that’s decorated with his rose ring, and slowly brings her against his chest. She buries her face in his t-shirt as she weeps out the rest of her tears, tugging at the back of his t-shirt in agony.

“No, baby. No. Please don’t ever think that. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t know what to say, and everything that I wanted to say was getting so scrambled inside of my brain that I couldn’t even understand what was happening. There were so many things, my love. There were so many things I wanted to say to you but I just couldn’t, and it’ll be something I have to live with for the rest of my life.”

He presses a kiss to the top of her head, squeezing her a little tighter in his arms as he brushes out her hair between his fingers.

She feels his tears at the top of her head, but she doesn’t pay any attention to it. All she can wrap her head around is that Harry’s holding her again, shielding her from any other hurting that could get to her. And as much as she does want to push him away, she can’t, because she can finally fucking breathe again.

“And I’m so sorry, Y/n. I’m so sorry for all of this. I could never hate you, my love. I love you so goddamn much, you have to believe me. You don’t deserve this pain, sweetheart. I’ll do whatever it takes to mend you, okay? If you give me the chance, I’ll take the time to fix you. You just have to work with me.”

She nods against his chest, pushing him away from her a little bit so that she can look at him in the eyes. They’re red and soaked with tears, but she’s missed them all too much and they still make her weak in the knees.

“This will be a slow process, do you understand me? There’s a lot of lost trust and a lot of work that needs to be done when it comes to our relationship. I’m not risking this again, so we’re taking this slowly. I’ll stay at Gabby’s for another few weeks until I can fully trust you again. You’re not pulling that shit on me where you call Jessica when you’re lonely, you hear me? You call me. We’re in this together and we’re in this for a long time, but we have to do this my way.”

He nods feverishly, closing his eyes as he does so. His fingers dig into her back as he exhales strongly, almost as if releasing a breath he’s been holding in.

“We’ll go at your pace, sweetheart, I promise.”

She smiles softly—a true, heartwarming smile that Harry swears he could look at for the rest of his life. It somehow mends the ache in his chest and he starts to cry from happiness, this time, and he’s never been so relieved in his life.

“We’re really doing this, huh?” She giggles, running her fingertips along his back. “We’re really starting this all over again?“

He smiles down at her, admiring the woman he’s loved with every bit of his heart. She’s never looked so goddamn perfect, either, in this moment of complete serendipity.

“Yeah, we are.”

In One Piece

Alex pinched the bridge of his nose before hissing through gritted teeth, “You told me to come home t’yeh, an’ while I’m out there nearly dyin’, you’re here playin’ house with some bloke?”

or

Alex returns home from Dunkirk to some very unpleasant and unsettling news.

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BTS Reaction to You Finding Out They’re With You Cause of a Bet

Requested by @yona–hime; “Bts reacting to you finding out that the reason they approached you was because of a bet even though you’re an item now and they’ve actually fallen for you. I’m in the mood for a bit of angst.”

Note: bless your soul, angst is everything. *credit to gif owners*


Jin ➳ "Is that what I really mean to you?” You questioned and he instantly felt his throat swell, his heart threatening to burst as he looked to you in dread. You had found out that he was with you because of a bet, but little did you know that he was actually in love with you.

“No, I-”

“Save it, Seokjin.” You whispered, not sparing the man a second glance and although he wanted more than anything to engulf you into his arms; he was scared that he would break you further.

Originally posted by aiintnolee


Suga ➳ He let you scream at him, he watched those tears cascade down your cheeks as anger was slowly overfilling you to the core. He did nothing but stare, wanting to say anything or do something but he knew deep inside, that he deserved whatever you threw at him. “Was I only a game to you?” You choked, and something within him shattered.

He slightly dipped his head, giving you his full attention and you froze from seeing his eyes whirl in internal fumes. “Please, don’t ever say that again,” his voice was monotone but you felt the anger interlacing his every word, “believe me when I say this, I truly do love you.”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


J-Hope ➳ When he saw you from a distance, he ran to you through the empty building with a large smile plastered onto his face, only for you to raise your hand to stop him silently. He was confused, and once you brought up the bet and how he could have lead you on for so long, his smile was no longer apparent as he stared to you apologetically. “I love you,” his voice was weak, running a shaky hand through his hair as he couldn’t bear to look you in the eyes. “And if you leave, it’ll break me..because,” his eyelids fluttered shut, taking a deep breath before looking into your eyes, “you’ll be taking a part of me with you.”

Originally posted by gotjhope


RapMonster ➳ "Is it true you’re only with me because of a bet?” 

His whole body stiffened, eyes filled with horror as he slowly watched your features go from calm to sudden disbelief. He was quick, not even giving you a chance to yell at him as he began to speak in the speed of light — explaining everything to you. “I know you know that I love you,” he proclaimed, grabbing your hand as he began to rub soft circles on the back of it with his thumb. “And all I know is that if I didn’t put that bet into action,” he gulped, “then I wouldn’t have ever been able to call you mine..”

Originally posted by dazzlingho


Jimin ➳ He felt utterly disgusted with himself, knowing it sounded horrible that you were a target splurged in the middle of a bet. Yet, as you screamed to him to tell you why he did it, his eyes were clouding with tears. He didn’t know what to do, never wanting to hurt you but at the same time, he never wanted to lose you either. “I-I..” Sighing, he clasped your hands in his as he brought them up to his lips, pecking them softly. “I’m so sorry, but please, give me a chance.” He pleaded, a tear slowly trickling down his cheek. “I’ll do anything to show you that what I feel for you is..real.”

Originally posted by cowjimin


V ➳ He didn’t know what was worse, you crying at finding out that he was only with you because of a bet or you throwing what he said to you during your intimate times to his face as if it were all lies. He meant no harm, and he knew it was his fault that this bet would soon interfere with his relationship with you. You were slamming your fists against his chest, pushing him back as his bangs covered his eyes like a sheer curtain before he grabbed you wrists — staring deeply into your eyes and freezing you in place. “I could have ignored the bet, but I didn’t, why?” He looked to the side, heartbeat racing as his eyes softened, “easy, because...*gif*”

Originally posted by myloveseokjin


Jungkook ➳ He wished he could have said anything to keep you from walking away in tears, shattered pieces of your heart trailing behind you but he was in utter shock. He loved you so much, he wanted to keep you by his side forever and he only felt pathetic and weak at having crystallized to you finding out his dark and horrible secret. He was indeed a shell of what he used to be, his soul escaping after you to protect you from anything especially himself; and when the boys were worried about his state of mind and asked if he was okay, he could only shake his head no as the tears he tried so hard to keep at bay began to come crashing down. “I need her back..”

Originally posted by yourpinkpill


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Dating Loki Laufeyson Would Include...

- Loki first being attracted to you because you’re the only Asgardian who doesn’t fear him.

- You being able to look through all his trickery to see the broken man he actually is.

- Being completely spoiled.

- Breaking Loki out of his prison cell and the two of you running away together.

- Dancing around in fields and forests together.

- Loki loving to carry you places.

- Huge, bone-crushing hugs.

- Rough, possessive sex when Loki is feeling insecure.

- “Y-you belong to me. I am a god. I am in control of you, love.”

- Seriously, rough sex. Spanking, choking, sloppy kissing, pinned down, tear-jerking sex.

- Plopping down on his lap after he steals the throne.

- Always sitting on his lap when he sits on the throne.

- Showing you how to do some of his magic/tricks.

- Growing up together.

- Stealing his uniform and parading it around, imitating him to make Thor laugh after he lost Jane.

- Insisting on braiding and playing his Loki’s hair.

- That’s how you discover Loki’s hair-pulling kink.

-”Harder, love. C’mon, pull harder.”

- Being the only one who can make Loki keel over with laughter.

BTS reaction: their child’s first word being appa

Jin:

Originally posted by rapdaegu

You were all in the kitchen together; you were feeding the baby, Jin was sitting at the table, just watching. It wasn’t going too well, the little one was spitting out the food, smearing it all over the table. The baby was making an absolute mess and you were already pretty frustrated.
Suddenly, the baby also started to cry, it cried out “appa!!!” and sobbed. Jin immediately stood up and  went to take his baby into his arms. He smiled widely, looking at you.
“Did you hear? Did you hear that? He felt really happy! He looked back at the baby in his arms, who had since calmed down, only some tears still running down its face. Jin tried to feed the little one once again, and this time, it did eat.

Yoongi

Originally posted by cyyphr


Babies were supposed to stop crying every few hours during night time, but for some reason, his nine month old baby was now, at point 4 o'clock, crying loudly. He hadn’t actually woken up at first, it was you who had to wake him and remind him that it was his turn.
Now he stood there, next to her little bed, grumpily. He glared at the little angel, who was still sobbing even as it looked at him.
“Alright, what do you need..?” He said in a sleepy voice, rubbing his eyes. The baby reached its tiny arms towards him, “appa, appa!” It squealed. Yoongi smiled, all tiredness suddenly washed away. As much as he wanted to go back to sleep, hearing his baby talk, and hearing “appa” be its first word made him happy, made him feel giddy. He took the baby into his arms, feeling all warm inside now, and held the little one close, rocking its body back and forth.
You found him the next morning, sleeping in a chair in the kid’s room, with the baby still in his arms.

Namjoon

Originally posted by chimcheroo

He was writing some stuff down, lyrics for a possible future song. The baby was sitting in between his legs, giggling at how funny Namjoon looked. Namjoon would quietly mumble the words to himself, the baby trying to repeat those words, but failing miserably. Every word of gibberish his child said made Namjoon very happy, and he found it so adorable! He decided to take a small break and put the sheet of paper on the table. He was stretching, yawning in the process, but something made him stop and freeze midway – the baby suddenly, on its own, said “appa”. Namjoon took his arms back down, to his child, hugging the baby. He called you over, so you could hear and experience your child’s first time speaking proper words as well. This special moment not only made him tear up and insanely proud, but it also gave him motivation and inspiration for his work.

Hoseok

Originally posted by myloveseokjin


He would be the happiest person on this planet. He was just sitting in the living room, on the couch, with his little baby in his arms, when the baby suddenly started ‘talking’. At first it was just some kind of gibberish, but then it said, mostly clearly, “Appa” And Hoseok immediately showed a big smile. With the baby still held tightly in his arms, he ran towards you, encouraging your 8 month old little sunshine to “please say it again, just once more, for mummy” He was seriously over the moon and beaming with happiness because of it.

Jimin

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty

You were sitting with him in the living room. He was just watching TV, but you were busy with the baby, playing with it.
“Come on, say mummy, you can do it!” You tried to encourage the child, Jimin insisting that the little one was too young to talk already.
“Mu-mmy.” You kept trying, but the baby didn’t want any of that. You were about to give up when it said “Appa!” Jimin looked at you two and started laughing. He did move closer to you, to not miss any further development on this, but he thought that it was too cute and too funny that the baby had said appa instead of what you were trying to teach it.

Taehyung

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty

He was out grocery shopping when it happened. He picked up an item of food and leaned down, over his baby, saying in a cute voice: “Yes, let’s get this too, for mummy, hm? Mummy loves this!” He poked the baby’s nose, at which the little one giggled and said “Appa!”. At first he just stared at the baby, a bit shocked, as it had never pronounced any words clearly before, but a moment later he caught himself, and smiled lovingly at the baby. He kissed his child’s cheek, and immediately called you, to tell you about this. He even tried to play with the baby until it would repeat the word, he felt so proud in this moment.

Jungkook

Originally posted by baebsaes


He was on tour, and you missed him dearly, so you decided to skype with him one day. Your baby, which was around 6 months now, leaned against your chest.
When Jungkook accepted the skype call, and saw his baby, his face immediately lit up. He made a cute, silly face at it and, in a cute voice, said “Hello!” He also greeted you, and you talked for a bit, before your baby reached out with its little arm, putting its hand on the screen, where Jungkook’s face was, and said in a weak voice “appa”. The baby started to cry, wanting to be held by Jungkook. When Jungkook saw his baby’s actions and heard it say its first word, he teared up, starting to cry as well. He missed out on so much while he was away on tour. If he wasn’t so busy, he would have had the time to be an actual dad, to hold his child, hear his child’s first word in person… but he was away and missed out on it all.

~Admin Min Holypuff my first work on this blog yeey

TAZ spoilers

Okay… Don’t think about Lucretia arriving at the beach dwarves, the safe place she left Merle, only to find Hekuba and her child with Merle who doesn’t care about the whereabouts of her ex-husband. She begins to worry, but doesn’t panic on the outside, I mean people get divorced all the time right, that doesn’t mean anything bad happened to him?  

Don’t think about her trying to track down Taako and finding Glamour Springs, since that’s the last stop on his tour,desolate and the bodies still in the streets since there aren’t enough people left in down to bury them.  Her searching each and every body fervently trying to see if Taako is among them tears in her eyes hoping that he wasn’t there not caring who saw her morbid task only to be relieved that he wasn’t.  Her tracking down his abandoned stagecoach only to not find him. And then her dashing to Raven’s Roost not even thinking about the bubbleships and just going on foot because she’s breaking down now.

 Don’t think about Lucretia arriving at Raven’s Roost the safe home she left Magnus, and finding it destroyed.  It was once a thriving city where she knew Magnus was safe, happy, in love and then finding it collapsed upon itself.  She can’t even search for his body like she did with Taako because the town is just so ruined that it would take years to sift through the rubble and even then she knows she’ll never know.

Then think about Merle, Taako, and Magnus walking in with Killian and her stopping herself from running over to three best friends in the world that she was forced to betray and not sure if they were alive.  Yet here they are and she can’t help them remember, but for the first time since she founded the Bureau of Balance  she knows they’re safe and for now that’s enough

Ten years, too late

Bucky x Reader

Summary:“You can’t stop me from seeing my own daughter.” + “You lost the right to see her when you walked out of our lives ten years ago.”

Word Count: 2271

Warnings: angst, death (mention only)

A/N: so, this is my submission for ( @bladebarnes ) Blade’s 2k writing challenge, just gonna leave this here, before i go on my break!
i really don’t know how this messed up idea came to my mind, but i hope it’s something new bc i wanted to save this prompt from being a total cliche so, yeah :) also, I made a little change in the second sentence, hope you don’t mind

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Warnings: none I think lol

A/N: If you want a part 3, let me know. Again, if this does not get much request for part three (which is most likely a last part) then it ends here. I hope you guys like it as much (or even more) than the first one :) I larb you guys lots!

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Teen Dad (PART ONE)


“Did he really just say ’I still have that Stark Internship after all’?” you thought.

Is he saying that being Spider-Man is more important than you two’s future?

Even May was surprised.

“Is that all you care about Peter?”

“It’s my future (Y/n)!”

“And this baby isn’t?!”

May walked up to Peter, I think she was about to slap him, but you stopped her before she could even pass you.

“I just don’t think I could be a dad yet (Y/n). Wh– what are you going to do?”

“What am I going to do?”

He nods. Wow.

You scoff, scratching the back of your head.

“I can’t believe you right now,” you said quietly, looking away from him.

You turn to him slowly.

“I’m going to raise this baby by myself. If you’re not going to help me.”

And with that, you got up and walked away. Stopping by the door, you turn to Aunt May.

“I’ll keep you updated May.”

Then you turn to Peter.

“See you around Pete.”

And with that, you were gone. No pleading for you to stay, no ‘I’m sorry (Y/n), I didn’t mean to. Please don’t go.’ Not even a text, or a call. There might be some tears. Though you didn’t see them, you saw his eyes shining, covered with a thin layer of unshattered tears.

I guess this was it.


It’s been a few weeks since the day you told Peter. Still no word from him.

You were now a month and a half along. Still not showing.

You got new sonogram pictures. You would stop by Peter’s to give them to Aunt May. Peter was never there. Being Spider-Man seems like his only priority.

Winter Break was starting, you finished your last final of the first semester. This was the first time you got through a final without having a ‘study date’ with Peter the week before.

Walking through the hallways of Midtown, you saw Peter for the first time in weeks. He was taking out books from his locker, while talking to Ned.

You sucked it up, holding your head up high, and walking right past him. He didn’t even flinch, continuously talking to Ned.

“Dude, she just walked past you. What are you doing? I haven’t seen you talking in weeks! What is going on?”

“It’s complicated Ned.”

“Seriously, what’s happening between you too?”

Peter looks at him with a stern face, opening his locker wider for him to see.

“Woah, are you serious?”

Inside his locker door was two ultrasounds pictures. The first one you ever got taken and the second one you just took. You gave two to Aunt May, just incase Peter decided to care.

“Is it (Y/n)’s?”

Peter scoffs, giving Ned a shove, “of course it’s hers! Who else would it be?”

Ned holds his hands up, “alright. Geez.”

Peter looks at him silently before slamming his locker close.

“What am I going to do Ned?”

“What do you want to do?”

“I don’t want to lose her, but then again, I’m not ready to be a dad either!”

He sighs, rubbing his face, “I can’t take care of a baby and the world at the same time.”

“The world? That’s what the Avengers are for.”

“Alright, then the city.”

“Which one do you think is more important? Being Spider-Man or being with (Y/n)?”

Peter looks at his best friend, then the ground, “I don’t know Ned. I love being Spider-Man, but I love (Y/n) too. I have no idea what to do.”

He looks back up to him.

“I’m scared.”


When you got home, you ran straight to your room, ignoring your mom’s question.

“How was your day sweetie?”

She says it everyday, and everyday you replied with a sniffle.

You jumped on your bed, crying for the millionth time. You actually saw him today, and he didn’t even notice you. He really doesn’t care does he?

You lay there, for the rest of the day.

“This is how I’m going to be spending the next two weeks aren’t I?” you asked yourself.

“No, no you’re not.”

You turn around to see your mom standing at the door.

“What do you mean I’m not? I’ve been spending the last few weeks like this and I think I’m starting to get used to it.”

She walks towards you, sitting at the foot of your bed.

“You need to stop crying about Peter.”

“Why mom? Why? I can’t help it that it upsets me that a stupid ‘internship’ is more important than our relationship.”

Your mom looks at your face with concern, wiping away the tears that stained your cheeks.

“I promise, everything will be alright.”

You nod.

Because you trusted her words.

Because your mom never broke a promise.


Peter climbed out the window, wearing his suit, swinging across the city.

He stopped at the roof of one building, just comfortably sitting at the edge, eating a churro.

“Hello? Mr. Stark? I just wanted to know if I have any missions to go to this coming week? I just got out of school. I have winter break for two weeks, so I’m free for whenever you need me!”

“Nope! We got everything covered! Enjoy your winter break Spidey, by–”

“Wait! Mr. Stark! What if you have any emergency missions? Call me?”

“Spidey– listen– we have everything under control alright? Just enjoy your break. Spend time with your girlfriend or something. (Y/n) right?”

Peter suddenly felt his heart drop, looking down at the cars and shops below him.

“Yeah, about that–” Peter scratches his head. He can feel a knot beginning to form in his throat.

“Mr. Stark?”

“What is it Peter?”

“I made a huge mistake and I still don’t know what to do about it.”

Peter had tears streaming down his cheeks. He runs his fingers through his messy curls.

“I– I don’t know what to do..”


Peter waited in front of Starbucks, then, a car pulled up to him.

The windows roll down slowly, “Get in.”

Peter nodded, getting into the black car.

“So what happened Pete? What’s got you so down?”

Peter looks up at Tony, “(Y/n)’s pregnant, and I didn’t react the way she wanted me too when she told me and we haven’t talked for weeks.”

Tony scoffs, “that’s it? Why? You didn’t start crying? Or screaming ‘oh my gosh this is amazing!’? Girls always expect so much more, don’t they?”

Peter shook his head ‘no’, “No, it wasn’t like that Mr. Stark.”

“Then what happened?”

Peter inhaled deeply, “I told her that I wasn’t ready to be a dad because I had to be Spider-Man and I can’t do those two at once.”

Tony looks at him with a shocked expression, shaking his head and turning away from him.

“And why would you say that?” he said, after a moment of looking out the window.

Peter shrugged, “I don’t know? Because it’s true?”

“You care about being Spider-Man more than (Y/n)?”

“I– I don’t know?”

“Then why’d you say it?”

“I don’t know! Maybe because being Spider-Man would be better than being a dad.”

Tony shook his head.

“Peter. Do you like not having a dad?”

“No? Why would you say that?”

“Then why are you doing that to your own child? You’re really leaving (Y/n) to be Spider-Man?”

“Well, if you think about it, I’d be saving a lot of lives.”

“And how does that work?”

“Well… if I stay with (Y/n) and raise the baby, I would be taking care of two lives. Her and the baby right? But if I become Spider-Man, I’d be saving millions of lives.”

“But whose lives are more important to you?”

“My family of course.”

“And who are your family?”

“Aunt May and (Y/n).”

“Well so which are you choosing, being Spider-Man, or being a dad?”

“I told you, I don’t know.”

Tony rolls his eyes, this kid is just not getting it.

“Peter, I’m saying this one more time. You said your family’s lives are more important to you, yes?”

“Yeah.”

“If you were out right now, as Spidey, and you’re alone and you spot two crimes while swinging across buildings. One: A bank is getting robbed, the employees are held at gunpoint. Two: (Y/n)’s getting robbed and having a gun to her head. Who would you go to?”

“(Y/n).”

“But more people would die if you don’t stop the bank robbery. If you go to (Y/n), only one life would be saved.”

Peter looked down, and thought about it.

“Do you understand now?”

He nods, before getting out of the car and running off.

Not another word to Tony Stark.