they never match up when i see this

anonymous asked:

OKAY BUT LISTEN what if the RFA + saeran like cut and styled MCs hair



  • he wants matching hair!!!
  • “Yoosung, can you just cut my hair normally?”
  • but Yoosung wants matching hair
  • he settles for low-key matching
  • also Yoosung has…never cut hair before
  • he tries his best to mock what he sees the hair-stylists doing
  • but honestly he’s just so afraid of fucking up
  • he cuts like 2 strands
  • then uses a flattening iron to flip out the ends of MC’s hair
  • when he turns MC back around he yells “taadaa!” and makes a grand gesture
  • “Yoosung…i like it and everything but you didnt even cut all of the split ends…”
  • “yea but look! we’re matching!”
  • Yoosung just really wants MC to have hair like his OK


  • did you know that Zen is legit an expert hair stylist i just know it
  • he doesnt trust anyone else to cut his own hair so he’s always done it himself
  • he can really do anything MC wants
  • just a trim? no sweat
  • you want layers? he’s on it
  • you want a fucking pixie cut? HE! IS! THERE!
  • he wants to give MC a fun and bouncy hair style!!
  • but also, he’s been teaching himself how to braid
  • and wants to show off his skills
  • i feel like he would spend a really long time trying to do something really intricate, to surprise MC
  • for MC with long hair
  • for MC with short hair


  • i honestly feel like Jaehee is the type to cut her own hair as well
  • who would pay that much money just for a trim??
  • also does Jaehee have TIME to get a haircute? nah
  • so when MC says they’re going out to get a haircut
  • “what? no. no no no. sit down, i’ll cut your hair”
  • Jaehee is done in like five minutes
  • but MC is like holy shit this looks great
  • after that MC asks Jaehee to style her hair all the time
  • but Jaehees better at cutting than styling
  • so she’s always just straighten their hair and then be like
  • ok done :)


  • ????
  • ???????
  • he really takes his time
  • he cuts off an inch in forty minutes
  • MC would ask him nervously
  • “um, Jumin…are you done yet?”
  • “darling, i’m trying to concentrate”
  • “its just that um…i’m getting hungry…”
  • “this is important, please”
  • “o…okay…”
  • he spends a long time very carefully curling MC’s hair
  • it looks incredible
  • but it also took 4 hours


  • MC asks Seven for a haircut but all he has in the house is those baby safety scissors
  • you…cant cut hair with those
  • but god dammit, he’s gonna try
  • “oh, thats okay Seven! i’ll just go to a salon-”
  • “sit down, we’re in this together now”
  • Seven is the type to say “oops” every five seconds and MC is just like
  • well that cant be good
  • it takes an hour and does NOT come out well
  • “um…wanna go to the salon? i’ll buy your haircut”
  • “yea…thanks…”


  • one word
  • undercut
  • as soon as MC sits down he lifts up their hair and shaves the bottom layer away
  • “Saeran, what the hell are you-”
  • he throws the rest of their hair up into a bun and then gives them a hand mirror so they can see it 
  • “oh…oh shit this is cool”
  • “i know, right?”
  • he’ll probably bleach the shaved away part and dye it some other color
  • Saerans favorite part of their undercut is that he can rub it and it feels like he’s petting a puppy


Fact Over Fancy (m)

Originally posted by tbhobi

Reader x Jeon Jeongguk

Summary: In this world, there are two types of people: those born with emotions, and those born without. Society is thriving in its emotionless state, productivity levels are at an all time high. Marriage serves only one function: to father the next generation. Those with emotions are considered to be defective, aberrations who can never be matched. What happens when there’s a glitch in the so-called perfect system and a defective and a “normal” person are matched?

Rated m for graphic sex, dirty talk

Word Count: 9910

As always, a HUGE thank you to my beta readers @ohmanholyjungkook and @blame-bts <3

“Back again I see, Mr Jeon.” Your eyes are fixed on his patient file in front of you, and you don’t look up when the person in question clears his throat and shifts in his seat in your doctor’s office. “This time it’s for starting a fight, again, with Jimin in the cafeteria.”

He leans back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other at the ankle in a display of absolute confidence. His eyes are fixated on your profile with a strange fascination, as if staring at you brings him some sort of entertainment almost. An amused chuckle catches your attention this time, and you glance up at his unapologetic expression. “Do you really like coming in here that often?”

Jeongguk leans forward in his seat now, interested. He props his chin up with his hand, and his gaze is penetrating, his cold, slate grey eyes unwavering. “Maybe I do, Dr ____. It’s my only chance to get you to myself for a whole hour.”

You don’t bother acknowledging his bold remark and flip to the section with his personal details, including his medical history. Defective.

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I don’t get how people can look at Captain Swan with such disdain. So many people hate Killian as a match for Emma, and think she has “gone soft” or completely changed to be with him. And I’m not entirely sure where that comes from.
Granted, back in season 2 when they were climbing a beanstalk, I never imagined them ending up as one of the show’s main couples, let alone true love. With her walls still up and him still more villain than hero at the time, I felt like it was only something I could hope for–there was an undeniable attraction there, and the two characters had/have a lot of similarities. I could see the show entwining their plots and characters, leading them in the direction of flirtation, and maybe, eventually, some sort of relationship. I never expected them to end up as true love.

And now, seasons later, they are a very tightly-bound couple, but I feel like a lot of the fandom’s reaction is wanting to vomit whenever they see anything Captain Swan. I keep hearing that they’re a toxic relationship, that Emma’s entire character has been “softened” by the writers, by her relationship with Killian, and thus ruined. That she has become this simpering, soft girlfriend–all lovey-dovey, with no strength and toughness to her anymore.

But I think what people either don’t see or don’t want to admit is that Emma didn’t compromise any part of herself to be with him. They blame him for “changing” her, and don’t take into account all of the decisions she has made. She decided let her walls down, finally allowing herself to be vulnerable. Emma decided to open her heart and let him in. This is not to mention all of the impact she has had on his life, and how she has affected him…

If it seems that she’s not hard and prickly and self-preserving, it’s because she doesn’t have to be anymore. You have to take into account how much her situation has changed over the years. She no longer has to depend solely on herself. She’s not alone anymore, trusting herself and no one else. I feel like she’s owning that now, as opposed to being wary about it as she was in the earlier seasons. She didn’t lose any of her own strength, she gained strength–she gained support from so many people who love her, who she  actually allows herself to love in return. She has a family that she wholeheartedly trusts. She has friends who back her up, and she has Killian, who is not just her boyfriend, but her no-holds-barred, self-sacrificing, approved-by-the-gods true love

Emma is not that tough, unsure, walls-up 28-year-old from season 1 anymore because so much of her world has changed, and she has made choices and developed in response to that. It’s called character development.

I can think of so many different versions of what people consider their “ideal” Emma Swan. But I feel like wanting her to be anything other than who she has become–and with (or without) anyone other than who she has chosen to be with–questions her very character, and every choice she has made up to this point.

Originally posted by someone-like-robsten

Every Lams Moment in Hamilton

Although Lams is never explicitly stated in Hamilton, (seriously, there could of been an awesome song about that! One day I hope for a Satisfied Duet!) there is a lot of symbolism and undertones that not everyone may see at first. Although I myself wish it was mentioned directly, this is all of the undertones that I managed to pick up on.

-In the opener, John says, “Me? I died for him.” That can signal love. Although, the quote would match Phillip too. But, it is notable that his hair is up, an indicator that he is playing Laurens.

-In “Alexander Hamilton”, When Hamilton is about to go to New York, Eliza hands him a coat, Angelica books, and John a bag. These are the three characters that he actually built a meaningful, possibly romantic, relationship with. What about Maria? You may say. But keep in mind, he was pretty much only in it for physical means. Was this intentional? No idea. But if it was, that would be really cool.

-Also, when they hand him the objects, he completely ignores Eliza and Angelica. But stares passionately into Lauren’s eyes.

-In “My Shot” he says, “Laurens, I like you a lot.” The two are also touchy throughout the song.

-When Laurens says, “You and I, do or die” he puts his arm around Alex as if it were directed at him.

-At one point, Hamilton says, “I am not throwing away my shot,” and points at Laurens. Laurens stares dumbstruck at him and Mulligan gives him a little side clap on the back thingie. (Wow I am so official. Little side clap on the back thingie is the official term for that dance move.)

-In “The Story of Tonight” they are also very touchy-feely, and leave the song with their arms around each other.

-They also share a affectionate side hug. Laf and Herc share a “wtf” look and then laugh. They know what’s up.

-In “Helpless” he is pretty much the best man at Eliza and Alex’s wedding. Laurens and Angelica walk down the aisle together, but they both aren’t thrilled. They both have an understanding.. hmm…

-During the kiss, he interjects.

-Laurens is also standing the closest to Angelica during “Satisfied" and doesn’t look entirely happy.

-It’s probably the alcohol, but Laurens and Hamilton are also very touchy during “The Story of Tonight Reprise”.

-Laurens makes sure to tell Hamilton that he will never see freedom again, but this is probably just friendship.

-He duels for Hamilton. The two have a LONG (for a platonic hug) meaningful hug there, too.

-Hamilton is clearly devastated at Lauren’s death.

-He distracts himself from his grief by working Non-Stop.

-Throughout the entire show, Eliza usually comments on the coldness she feels from her husband. (“Let me inside your heart, that would be enough” or “If your wife could share a fraction of your time”) This could reference the fact that he shut off a part of his heart after Laurens left him. This is more of a long shot, but it could possibly speak to the idea that Laurens may of wanted Alex to get married, so that he would be “cured.” Believe me, Hamilton loved Eliza, but it took time.

-the first person he sees in the afterlife is Laurens. Not his son, not his MOTHER but Laurens.

-It’s also worth noting that Laurens’ last words are the first words that Alexander spoke to him, and Alexander’s last words are the first words that John spoke to him.

-The line, “My love take your time, I’ll see you on the other side, raise a glass to freedom.” Could be directed at both Laurens and Eliza. Hamilton could be expressing how in the afterlife he can express his love for Laurens without judgement. He is also probably commenting about how damn lucky he was to have Eliza in his life

Although these moments make it clear that they are very close, I still wish that it would of been made more apparent. For example, the Laurens-Hamilton relationship had more history behind it than the Angelica-Hamilton. The Angelica-Hamilton dynamic was also slightly fabricated for drama. If they were clearly romantically connected in the musical, it would of meant so much to the LGBT+ community. I know that it is impossible to confirm the relationship, (what are you going to do? Go back in time and ask them?) but there is a lot of evidence supporting it. Maybe we’ll see this relationship better developed in the movie that might be released.

I want to wake up with you
with the sunrise by our window and cuddle in our warm bed before entering the daylight.

I want to eat breakfast with you and watch you grow out of your sleepy and grumpy morning mood with the shadow of your tired smile across your lips .

I want you take me out for dinner just to see my smile , when you give me a beautiful lily ,whispering how it could never match up to me..

I want to watch horror tv shows with you just because you know I would use it as a reason to cuddle close to you.

I want you to carry me to our bed when I fall asleep in your arms , because I know that you knew I’m one hell of a light sleeper and you want the best for me.

I want to do everything with you and it would tear me apart everyday if there is no me and you.


anonymous asked:

hello~ hello~ good luck with your blog! so how do you think yoosung, 707, and jumin would react to mc playing rugby which is a really high-impact sport. like if they went to go potentially see a match and they watched mc play and what would their reactions be the first time they watched mc get tackled and then it like doesn't even phase her? c: thank you so much and again good luck!

So I’ve never seen/played rugby so hopefully this is accurate!


  • He freaks out when he sees you get tackles
  • Like he knew rugby had tackling but that person hit you hard!
  • He was about to cry until he saw you get up
  • Super impressed that you just walked it off like woah MC
  • After your game he runs up to you and hugs you for like twenty seconds
  • “MC! I-I thought you died!”
  • Poor child doesn’t understand


  • He was cheering for you the entire game
  • And he was the loudest in the stadium like Seven, chill, you’ll lose your voice
  • When you were hardcoe tackled he jumped up out of his seat
  • He was worried at first but when you got up like it was nothing he was
  • SO
  • You thought he was cheering loud before? Well now he’s screaming at the top of his lungs
  • When you meet up after your game he runs up to you and gives you a high five
  • “Damn, MC! I knew you were good, but that was badass!”


  • He was ready to stop the ENTIRE GAME when he saw you get tackled
  • Even after he saw you get up he was worried
  • It happened at like the start of the game he was on edge for the rest of it
  • When he saw you after he asked you like fifty times if you were okay
  • No matter how many times you assure him that yes, this happens all the time, you’re used to it, you’re fine, he doesn’t listen
  • He’ll definitely have his doctors check on you when you get home
  • Like, MC, you could have a concussion he’s just being safe
This is Halloween

      “so you’re telling me that everyone dresses up in costumes and gives candy to children?”

     “Yes, Killian, and it’s fun.”

     “It really is!” Henry piped up, “Last year I went as a Jedi, but this year I’m going as Pikachu.”

     “See?” Emma said, “Henry’s dressing up.”

     “Are you, Swan?” Killian asked.

     “Oh, I have something in mind.” Emma said with a smile.

     “Really, Mom?” Henry asked, “’Cause you never dress up! What is it?”

     “You’ll find out.” She answered with a very mischievous smirk.

     Emma stood in front of the mirror and reviewed her costume one more time. She smiled. Killian was going to love it.

     With that thought she headed downstairs to where he and Henry were waiting.

     “Really, Mom?” Henry asked when he saw her. “You two are matching?”

     “To be fair,” Emma answered, “That wasn’t actually intentional.”

     “Whatever. I’m gonna go meet Violet.” Henry said, before running out the door.

     “Be good!” Emma called after him, before turning to Killian, who was indeed admiring her costume.

     “I must say, Swan, you make a lovely pirate.”

     Emma grabbed his collar. “You look rather devilishly handsome, yourself,” She said with a flirtatious smile, before pulling back and mock scolding him, “Although this barely even counts as a costume for you.”

     He nuzzled his nose against hers. “Once a pirate, always a pirate, Love.”

     She laughed and kissed him, but right as things were heating up the doorbell rang. Even before they answered they could hear a chorus of little voices shouting “Trick or treat!” gleefully.

     “Bloody hell,” Killian muttered.

     Emma giggled and took his hand and tugged him towards the door. “I’m afraid this is how the rest of our evening is gonna go. Come on, Captain.”

     So here’s a Halloween drabble I wrote. It’s super cheesy, but I enjoyed writing it, and hopefully some of you will enjoy reading it.


Outfit 131: “Nights in White Satin”

Breaking Bad S04x07 “Problem Dog”

Oh man, things just start to get anomalous from this point: an ivory v-neck and some dark blue Levi’s. The tee is a nice delicate cotton and it reminds me of a melange cotton, but that is just a guess. This is as basic as the basics get and J NEVER dresses like this. 

So, emo painting wear or he wanted to match the wall? Cleansing the home and therefore his own look…? All of the above maybe. The look stands in stark contrast to # 130 when he was playing Rage and I’m inclined to take it as evidence of the conflict brewing inside of him. Gus sees something good in me…but now I have to kill him? He’s seriously emotionally disturbed while painting. I’ve never seen such aggressive and lumbered rolling. 

…and just one more thing. J’s cleaning up his house all on his own. That’s a bitch of job. And there’s the unrelenting Mr Asswipe Walter White not even offering a hand or noticing that he’s got himself together. 

Two Hearts (Soulmate AU)

Summary: (Part 1 of 2) A Soulmate AU where soulmates share identical marks that are revealed when they meet. The reader doesn’t think she as a soulmate and begins to date Steve. Until she meets his best friend, Bucky Barnes.

Characters: Steve x Reader; Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,303

Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy! Feedback is appreciated. Thought I’d do a soulmate fic with a little drama in it. 

Originally posted by god8tasandwich

You are eight years old when you see soulmates meet for the first time. You have never met them, but it is still magical for you to witness and it is all you think about for the following days. For years, you harbor the hope that one day, you’ll be fortunate enough to meet your other half, relish in the fact that you will share matching marks and learn to love them the way you are meant to.

You grow up dreaming and fantasizing. All sorts of scenarios flit through your thoughts as you imagine about your first meeting with ‘the one’. Excitement bubbles up in your chest whenever you make eye contact with someone, but it isn’t as easy as you first thought.

Time rolls on by and your soulmate is absent, unheard of. Your friends, all of them, they have found their soulmates, the ones they will adore for the rest of their days, and you’re left to wallow in your loneliness on Friday nights throughout college.

Until you decide one day that you don’t believe in soulmates. You had done research about this particular subject. There are some rare individuals who never met their soulmates, who most likely had never even had one. They are the ‘unfortunate’ ones, cursed by fate to spend the entirety of their lives alone. But they had spun their own yarn; and had found people they had fallen in love with, without the necessity of a soulmate mark telling them it was the right thing to do.

And so you followed their example and decided to tread your own path.

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lololol jfc today / night was wild, it went from rly rad & cute to rly awkward / traumatizing / anxiety-inducing 🙃🙃🙃 just imagine me running into someone I wasn’t expecting to see aka ex friend and us having to interact when we haven’t spoken since July last year 🙃🙃🙃

on the bright side, I texted a girl I have a crush on and told her that I liked her and that I hope we can get to know each other even tho our schedules never match up lolzzz

anonymous asked:

i always see shit on my dash but never the discourse that matches up with it???? Why Is This

Check out @discourseprincesalies. Basically discourseprincesa (a REALLY popular cishet exclusionist blog) claimed to be a whole bunch of things (black, intersex, being trans, etc) to fake discrimination and speak over people when in reality she was dyadic, white, and cis as seen through evidence on her main.


They move like dropped flower petals or ripped up pieces of paper. I never know if it’s the drugs or the way they would be, regardless of it all. Then again, I don’t suppose it matters. What matters is I only ever see them like this, and so it is only like this that I can show them to you.


A girl with a one letter name and red hair that matches the lights, moves much faster than the others when the music hits that space in between her hips, when the colors stop changing. For the rest of them, this is the bonus round but she’s been waiting for it all night. Audience catches a glimpse to the powder on her skin. Audience becomes aware that’s it’s white. Pristine. Pure cash. She laughs at something that probably isn’t funny, but suddenly because she thinks it is, the whole room does too. Everybody can laugh at it now, teeth as white as that stuff that the kids in the audience are calling sugar. Nobody likes to talk about how much either of them cost. Sharp cut to black.


Johnny’s ghost smiles at me from somewhere across the room, I nearly miss it. His corpse has been down and out for a while now, it takes some time before I can catch the white of his teeth behind all that dirt. The lights are blue again, the music a droning, metallic grind. I want to say hello but we’re already rolling, quiet behind the camera. Can’t give anything away. I notice that his hair is shorter, he smiles at a girl that passes him like an extra in the script. I wonder if it’s possible that he’s gotten his hair cut, wherever it is he’s been for so long. His fingers curl through the air one more time- I realize that he’s been trying to grab my attention for five minutes- and now I think that maybe I’m the only one that even knows he’s there. I wave back. Not that I believe in that sort of thing.


Someone decided to frame cut to a boy with black eyes. The audience is in shock. The lights are almost too low to be seen, there’s no sound to be made out anymore. I grin at him through the blood in my teeth. That’s supposed to be his cue. C'mon pretty boy, shows on. He throws a different ghost, one that looks just like him, over his shoulder. Fireman’s carry. He’s been holding on to that one, bringing it with him, for years. Nobody has the heart to tell him that the smoke got to his head a long time ago, or that he’s been too late since he first threw the dead thing across his shoulders. He can’t seem to curl his lips back at me, and I start to wonder if I’m actually the director. The girl with the one letter name and the ghost who’s still smiling are dancing together now. The white pristine cash falls to the floor and blankets the place like snow. Some people are crawling for it, trying to lick what’s still good off the concrete. A crew member tells me that people are starting to leave, one woman spitting, ‘THIS IS NO SHOW FOR CHILDREN’. I wonder when we ever advertised it like that, or if I’m still reading from the right script.


Prompt #1 - Finn Bálor

Request: Finn balor #1 only if you can, thank you so much

Prompt #1: “Kiss me like you’ve never kissed me before.”

A/N: I’m trying to get all of the Finn ones out of the way before going back to Bucky + Dan! Also, I will be adding more prompt numbers so just keep a look out! I’ll update you when I have them. :)

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

“Kiss me like you’ve never kissed me before.” You whispered, tugging at the collar of Finn’s black shirt. He stared down at your lips, his face inches from yours. He rested his hands on your hips as you wrapped yours tightly around his neck, bringing him down. 

Your lips met in the middle, intertwining perfectly. It was a night filled with victory. You won your match, Finn following up with his own win. You felt excited, energetic, and seeing how Finn looked after a match drove you crazy. 

You pushed him against the wall, your hands locking. Finn’s rubbed up and down your sides as you two turned your heads, getting a better aim for each other. You could feel him smiling and you were doing the same. The kiss he gave really did feel as though he had never kissed you before. It reflected the first time you two actually kissed.

“I can’t,” You pulled back. “Get over,” Another kiss. “Just how soft,” Kiss again, “Your lips really are.” You felt the vibration of him chuckling against your mouth. “I could say the same for you.” Finn said quickly, grazing your bottom lip.

You opened your eyes to stare into Finn’s, feeling as he pressed his forehead against yours to catch his breath. You rubbed the back of his neck, your eyes never once leaving his.

“Finn,” You giggled softly. 

“(Y/N),” He mimicked, brushing his nose against yours.

“Let’s finish this make out session somewhere else.” You smirked, taking a hold of his hand.


Quick video, just one match – but I brought it all the way back from the brink of defeat! I’ve been running Kazamas; will post another video of them tomorrow.

TTT2 online has been really good recently! I’ve been seeing all kinds of players I’d never seen before. Lots of new accounts popping up, but also what seems like old players coming back.

We gotta get ready for T7! This is not a bad time to pick up TTT2, if you want to get ready for T7, when it drops, y’know, eventualmente. (allegedly)

anonymous asked:

I see you do match ups! I'm curious. I'm 27, 5ft8in, rather dominating and opinionated. Opera singer, writer, and cosmetologist. I like to be out and about but never turns down a night in if that is what they want. I enjoy a party and am the first one to open a bottle or join the drinking game.

I pair you with Viktor Nikiforov.

  • doesn’t really mind your head-strong personality, but he’s also kind of the same way, so when you two can’t decide on something, well…
  • v impressed by your singing~ he’d be interested in reading what you write, and would not protest to you doing his makeup from time to time ;)
  • totally down for both going out and staying in for dates. also 100% right behind you with the alcohol… just make sure yall find a designated driver lmao

anonymous asked:

Match me up, please! I'm a 5'5 black woman from the USA. I usually wear my hair in long box braids and I'm never spotted without my black hipster glasses. People would describe me as a sweet and very caring person. I'm a bit of a cry baby though I cry when I'm happy, mad, or sad. Even when see a cute cat video I get a bit teary eyed because it's just so pure... ;u; Other than that I'm just a struggling art student trying to stay alive. When I have free time I'm volunteering at the animal shelter

Yoosung 100% oh my god

» He would find you so cute TBH

» Hell, I find you so cute

» Y'all can be pure and watch cute kitty videos after stressful classes

» I’m internally screaming

» Study dates

» Volunteering at the animal shelter together

» lord help me

~Admin Taylor 🤗

Harry Potter Imagine: Not What You Think

Warnings: None

Requested: Yes

Can you make Harry Potter one where the reader and him are datinf and Ginny always flirrs with him and one day she sees them kissing but Harry didn’t kiss back but they break up ans after weeks they get back together? :)

“Good morning, Harry,” you greeted cheerfully, taking your place beside him at the long Gryffindor table.

 He smiled back unable to verbally communicate due to his mouth being full. You laughed and began to fill your own plate. When you finish you look up to see Ginny take a seat in front of Harry. You groan inwardly. Here we go again.

 “Hey Harry,” she chirped excitedly.

 “Morning Ginny,” Harry replied politely. 

“You were excellent at the last quidditch match. I mean, I’ve never seen anyone catch the snitch that early,” Ginny complimented. 

Harry smiled, “Uh, thanks.”

 Ginny seemed pleased with herself, “You’re welcome, Harry.” You tried not to roll your eyes too much. The rest of breakfast was spent with Ginny flirting shamelessly with Harry and you trying not to vomit. When classes were about to start, you pushed up from the table.

 “Well, as nice as this has been, I need to get to Potions,” you stated, packing your things.

 “Hold on, I’ll walk you,” Harry suggested, wiping his mouth quickly and grabbing his bag. He took your hand in his and led you out of the Great Hall. You walked to Potions in silence, Harry finally taking notice as you reached the door.

 “(Y/N), what’s wrong?” he questioned, pulling you aside.

You sighed, “You know that Ginny is totally in love with you right?” 

Harry grinned, clearly amused. “Well, yeah. She’s had the biggest crush on me since she met me.” You rolled your eyes and turned to go into class but Harry grabbed your arm.

 “Hey, I don’t like her that way though. I love you. You have nothing to worry about.” 

You nodded, “Okay, I trust you, Harry.” He smiled and gave you a quick kiss. 

“10 points from Gryffindor. Get to class, Potter,” Professor Snape sneered. You blushed and shuffled into class, watching Harry run back up the hall. 

“Why must he always insist on giving us so much homework?” you complained to your best friend as you left Potions class.

 “Because he’s evil and likes to watch kids suffer,” she huffed, shoving her notes into her bag. You nodded in agreement.

 “Hey, will you run up to the common room with me? I think I forgot my book up there,” she said. 

“No problem,” you replied, turning down the hallway that led to the Gryffindor tower. Your friend stopped suddenly and stepped in front of you.

 “Actually, I can get it myself. I’ll meet you in Transfiguration,” she said quickly, pushing you back.

 “What’s wrong? What are you doing?” you questioned, sidestepping her. Oh how you wished you hadn’t. At the end of the hallway stood Ginny and Harry. Their lips locked and Ginny’s hands wrapped in Harry’s hair. Feelings of anger, betrayal and heartbreak coursed through your veins as you grabbed your wand.

 “Flipendo!” you shouted, aiming your wand at Harry. 

He flew backward into the wall and Ginny jumped back with a shriek. You marched down the hallway and glared down at Harry who had slumped to the floor. 

“What the hell was that, Potter?” you asked, completely livid. 

Harry leaped up and tried to grab your hand but you pulled it back, revolted. 

“(Y/N), please. It isn’t what it looked like, I swear!” 

You scoffed, “What a classic line! I honestly expected better of you, Harry.” He stared at you, desperation filling his green eyes. 

“She kissed me! I did not kiss back, (Y/N)! Ginny, please tell her!” 

You laughed viciously, “As if I’d take her word for it. I trusted you, Harry. You promised me. I now see that that means nothing to you.”

 A single tear spilled down his cheek, “I love you, (Y/N).” 

You turned away before he saw your own eyes well up with tears.

 “We’re finished, Harry,” you whispered, shoving your way through the crowd that had gathered. You heard him shout your name but his voice was distant, you couldn’t hear past your own thoughts and despair. You ran up to the top floor, hoping to find a place to hide and to cry. A pair of doors appeared suddenly and you pushed through them. Inside was a plush bed covered in fluffy pillows with boxes upon boxes of tissues surrounding it. You scooted to the bed and collapsed on it, your anguish rushing over you like a wave. Sobs racked your body like never before as you mumbled the same phrase over and over again. I trusted you. I trusted you. I trusted you.

3 Months Later

You came back to Hogwarts after winter break with less excitement than ever. Normally the prospect of seeing your friends and being back in this magical environment made you overjoyed. Not anymore. You had not spoken to Harry since the fight, and you had no plans to. He had tried to make contact with you over the break but you never responded. He even sent you a Christmas gift, a beautiful bracelet that flashed sweet messages from him. In another life you would’ve cherished that present but, in this one, you merely stowed it away in your trunk.

 After unpacking your belongings you made your way down to the Great Hall. Your friend was already down there, saving you a seat. You sat and began to eat, trying to ignore the nervous butterflies in your stomach. Just when you were starting to feel okay, a girl sitting in front of you gasped and pointed toward the entrance of the Great Hall. As much as you didn’t want to, you looked. Harry was walking into the hall with Ron and Hermione flanking him on either side. He looked skinnier and even paler than before if that was possible. His hair was disheveled and he had dark circles under his eyes. He looked miserable. 

“I heard he was quitting the quidditch team,” whispered the girl sitting in front of you, catching your attention. You shook your head. There’s no way you were going to let him do that. You put aside your pride, got up, and made your over to where Harry sat. 

“Um, Harry, can I speak to you?” you asked cautiously. His head snapped up and he turned to look at you, hoping he wasn’t imagining things. His eyes lit up, a stark contrast to the rest of his being. 

“O-of course,” he stammered. You nodded and motioned for him to follow you. He got up quickly, nearly knocking over Hermione in the process, and walked with you up to the common room. Once there, you sat down in front of the blazing fire, Harry following suit. A few moments of awkward silence filled the air until you spoke.

 “Harry, are you okay?” 

He gave you an incredulous look, “Does it look like I’m okay? I lost yet another thing I cared about, so, no, I’m not feeling too great at the moment.” 

You shook your head, “Don’t snap at me. Last I recalled, this wasn’t my fault.” 

He ran his hands through his hair, sighing, “(Y/N), I told you, she came onto me! She was just asking me a question about quidditch practice and the next thing you know she’s pulled me toward her and is kissing me.” You pressed your lips together, unsure of what to say. Your eyes roamed the room, until they landed on a faint scar on the back of Harry’s hand. I must not tell lies. You looked into his eyes for any trace of dishonesty but could only find sincerity and love. Finally you realized, this boy who had lost so much for telling the truth but continued to tell it, had no reason at all to lie. A lone tear fell into your lap.

 “I’m sorry, Harry. I should’ve believed you.” Harry could barely believe his ears. He rushed to your side and pulled you into him, your tears now falling steadily.

 “Shh, shh. This is my fault. I should’ve told Ginny a long time ago to stop trying to make advances on me. I could’ve prevented all this,” he whispered, stroking your hair soothingly. 

You wrapped your arms around him tightly, “I missed you so much, Harry.” 

He kissed the top of your head, “I missed you too, (Y/N), but I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere.” You pulled back and wiped your tears away. Harry looked at you with so much love in his eyes that you couldn’t help but pull him into a kiss. His love poured out of him and into you, filling that hole in your heart that had been there since you left him. His hands came and cupped your face gently while yours gripped onto his shirt, pulling him as close as possible. 

You pulled away only at the sound of the portrait opening and people coming back from dinner. Harry took your hand in his and squeezed it lovingly.

 “I love you, Harry,” you whispered, placing one last kiss on his cheek. 

“I love you more, (Y/N). So much more than you will ever know.” 

A/N: Thank you to the person who requested this! I absolutely loved writing it and I hope you love reading it! If anyone has any requests just message me! 


will you finally feel victorious,
when you’ve proven everyone wrong?
when you make them all believe
you’re the monster you think you are?

will you finally feel pleased,
when you’ve pushed the world away?
when you’ve lost everything
that you said you never wanted?

will you finally feel satisfied,
when you’re no longer the hero of your own story?
when you can crash and burn,
and nobody will try to save you?

will you finally feel happy,
when all your mistakes catch up with you?
when the devil looks upon His creation,
and smiles, full of pride?

will you finally feel at peace,
when you watch the world burn with the match you lit?
when the flames kiss your fingers and toes
while you burn with it?

will you finally feel fear,
when you see angels pray for themselves?
—  Dreaming of Armageddon, pt. i | m.a.w