you know nothing of waiting

A lyrical breakdown of the vocab in this beautiful song.
It has some cute phrases which are easy for beginners to study and memorize! Please listen to the song as you read the lyrics and study the vocab.
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알아= I know
아무렇지도 않은= like nothing is wrong
척해 봐도= even if you act like / even if you pretend that

기다린단 걸 = (I know) that you’re waiting
애써=with effort / trying to
웃어= smile /laugh
보는= I see / I can see

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ROBINS + LABELS (Happy birthday, @henwick aka my sweet smol child!)

[TRANS] Baekhyun :: Take You Home (바래다줄게)

Please do not repost or translate without asking through Tumblr ask for @itsysterie on Twitter first!

I know, even if you act like it’s nothing,
that you’re waiting, and that I can’t do anything
about the sadness in your eyes
even as you force a smile,
I can feel it.

It’s fine, you don’t have to say sorry.
It’s enough just having you
by my side, you don’t need to say it.
No, it’s fine, I’ll listen
if it helps you feel better.

I’m not your man,
but keep an eye on me (I need you girl)
I’m not the one that’s yours,
even if I can’t hold you,
I’m a man with a sturdy back*
who can take you home.
I’ll take you home,
just lean on me.

Even if you act like it’s nothing,
you’re waiting, and you know you can’t do anything
about the sadness showing around your mouth
even as you smile.
I can feel it.

It’s fine, you don’t have to say sorry.
It’s enough just having you
by my side, you don’t need to say it.
No, it’s fine, I’ll listen
if it helps you feel better.

I’m not your man,
but keep an eye on me (I need you girl)
I’m not the one that’s yours,
even if I can’t hold you,
I’m a man with a sturdy back*
who can take you home.
I’ll take you home,
just lean on me.

How can he not know that you’ll smile
(that I was able to give you strength)
even with these ridiculously bad words of comfort?*

I’ll stay as I am,*
so keep an eye on me (I love you girl)
I’m not the one that’s yours,
but even if I can’t hold you right now,
I’m a man with a big heart
who can protect you and stay by your side.
I’ll take you home,
just lean on me.

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바래다줄게 Take You Home
바래다줄게 Take You Home

I know, even if you act like it’s nothing,
that you’re waiting, and that I can’t do anything
about the sadness in your eyes
even as you force a smile,
I can feel it.

It’s fine, you don’t have to say sorry.
It’s enough just having you
by my side, you don’t need to say it.
No, it’s fine, I’ll listen
if it helps you feel better.

I’m not your man,
but keep an eye on me (I need you girl)
I’m not the one that’s yours,
even if I can’t hold you,
I’m a man with a sturdy back
who can take you home.
I’ll take you home,
just lean on me.

Even if you act like it’s nothing,
you’re waiting, and you know you can’t do anything
about the sadness showing around your mouth
even as you smile.
I can feel it.

It’s fine, you don’t have to say sorry.
It’s enough just having you
by my side, you don’t need to say it.
No, it’s fine, I’ll listen
if it helps you feel better.

I’m not your man,
but keep an eye on me (I need you girl)
I’m not the one that’s yours,
even if I can’t hold you,
I’m a man with a sturdy back
who can take you home.
I’ll take you home,
just lean on me.

How can he not know that you’ll smile
(that I was able to give you strength)
even with these ridiculously bad words of comfort?

I’ll stay as I am,
so keep an eye on me (I love you girl)
I’m not the one that’s yours,
but even if I can’t hold you right now,
I’m a man with a big heart
who can protect you and stay by your side.
I’ll take you home,
just lean on me.


but it’s better if you do // panic! at the disco

Somebody Else Pt 6

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 7

Genre: Smut, Angst, college AU

Pairing: Jungkook x reader x Taehyung

Summary: You had met Jungkook on a summer day at the age of 10,  at 12 you became best friends,  at 14 you had your first kiss,  at 15 you fell in love and at 16 you made love. You’ve never really knew what heartbreak was until at the age of 18 he broke your heart.

Inspired by Somebody else by the 1975.

A/N: Sorry if i have grammar mistakes, English is not my first language.

I didn’t know which of the three photos to pick so I put the three of them lol. 

You stopped abruptly and turned around to see one of the worst things you’ve ever seen, Jungkook sprawled on the floor, blood sprouting from his body, eyes closed and body covered with glass. You feared the worst, running to his figure lying on the ground you crouched, crying and calling his name.

“Please don’t leave me, please. SOMEBODY CALL AN AMBULANCE!”

You felt the air being sucked from your lungs the minutes it took the ambulance to get to the place and the path from the accident to the hospital, tears flowing from your eyes incessantly, unsteadily breathing while you strongly held Jungkook until the doctors took him away to the emergency room and you had to let go of him.

Three tortuous hours passed before the surgeon emerged from the emergency room.

“We have stabilized him, he suffered a fracture in two of his right ribs and a spleen rupture, but we were able to close the wound fast enough.” The doctor explained to you, blood returning to your pale face.

“Are you a relative of the patient? I need you to sign these papers that authorize Mr. Jeon’s hospitalization,” the doctor asked.

“I am his girlfriend,” you replied without really thinking, the weight of those words quickly making effect in your mind, you pushed the thought to the back of your mind.

“That will suffice, please sign here” the surgeon handed you some papers and a pen to sign them, you signed them quickly and gave them back to him.

“You can see him in an hour when he is taken to intensive care” the doctor told you before turning around and leaving.

That hour served you a bit to think about the events that had happened in the last weeks, your feelings for Jungkook, your feelings for Taehyung, Jungkook’s thought of  him being ripped from your life forever, his almost lifeless body lying on the pavement , you never wanted to see or feel the same thing again in your life. It was terrifying to think that someone could disappear from your life with the snap of two fingers. What had happened was your fault, because you were the one who ran away from the place without looking back, no mattering that Jungkook was running after you, shouting your name, imploring you to listen.

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I Don’t Believe In Love Anymore- Luke Hemmings

Happy Valentine’s Day! This is my sad Luke imagine I was requested a bit back, but it ends cute..kinda…not big on Valentine’s Day so ya…hope you like it! Also was kinda tired while writing this so sorry…not great and may be errors -Lydia

“’Cause I don’t believe in love, so don’t get your hopes up darling….

I don’t believe in love anymore…” -Darling, SayWeCanFly


“Luke are you alright?”

It was 3 am, and you were woken up to the sound of your phone ringing.

“That bitch” Luke said, voice rough and sounding like he had more than a few drinks.


“I can’t believe she cheated on me Y/n, after all that time together and all those times we said we love each other…fucking bitch. I don’t believe in love anymore Y/n. I don’t believe in life anymore what’s the point? Nothing ever works out, and even when you think it does its all a sham. There’s always some dark secret that fucks everything up. That’s why here I am on Valentine’s Day sitting here on my balcony wall drinking my life away”

“You what?! Luke I’ll be right there! Get off the fucking balcony!! If you jump I swear-”

“Oh Y/n…” there was a loud beeping then the phone cut off

“Did his phone die? What the fuck Luke, I’m coming…” you said to yourself, throwing on some jeans and grabbing your keys.

Luckily Luke didn’t live to far away from you, nonetheless you took off like a formula one driver, rushing to get to the guy you had loved for years, but he saw you nothing more than a best friend. Friend-zoned or not, you were terrified he would do something terrible. The breakup between him and his girlfriend really affected him, and you knew he started drinking, but you never thought he might be considering  ending it all. That just showed you how hard he was taking everything right now…poor Luke.

When you got to Luke’s apartment, you opened the door with your spare key and ran out to the balcony. Luke was sitting there, a beer in his hand, he was looking up at the stars.

“Luke…thank god…I thought something happened…that you might have-”

“Jumped?” He asked turning to look at you.

You nodded.

“I’ve been thinking about it…”


“No let me finish. I’ve thought about it. I really have. I’m done. But I can’t. I can’t bring myself to do it.”

“Luke. You can’t think suicide is the answer, are you kidding me? There’s people who care about you, who love you”


“Yes. Think of your fans-”

“They only love the idea of me”

“That’s not true Luke. You know it’s not. Well what about your family?”

“They’re obligated to love me…”

“That’s a sorry excuse and you know it. Your band? They’re your family! Were they forced to love you if we’re going to use that crappy reasoning”

“Well….I…I don’t know….”

“What about me Luke? I love you! Does that mean nothing?”

“You know…wait what?” Luke said, jumping back onto the balcony.

“Oh thank god you got off that stupid wall! You can’t just scare me like that Luke!”

“What did you say?”


“You just told me that you loved me”

“You’re wasted”

“I’m drunk, but not that drunk. Now tell me Y/n, what did you say?”

“I love you Luke! I always have! Even when you were with the chick who ripped your heart in pieces, even when you started introducing me as your best friend…I have loved you since I first met you. Why do you think I came running to try to stop you from doing something that would result in the only light in my life to be gone? I can’t lose you too Luke, and you’re going to throw everything away for some chick? Are you kidding me? You have so much to live for and-”

He cut you off by pulling you into a bear hug.

“I wasn’t going to do it. I knew I wasn’t. But it hurts so much…” He sniffed. You pulled back to see tears in his eyes.

“I love you too you know. I always have too. I just didn’t think you could ever like me back.”

“Oh Luke…”

“Thank you. I need you Y/n. I can’t be without you. Promise me you’ll always be right here?”

“Always Luke. I’ll always be right here.”

He looked at you for a few moments, carefully analyzing your expression before smiling and leaning down to softly kiss you. He then pulled back, and hugged you tightly once again.

“Can we just stay like this for awhile?”

“As long as you want”

Stella's "Stolen" Dress

Correct me if wrong, but couldn’t she just make a magical copy of the dress she wanted for the ball gown? She keeps making these outfits out of magic in the latest seasons so why not then?

Twenty Minutes Late

Summary: Jughead and Archie are late for a group dinner at Pop’s and Betty is worried for one more than the other, which does not pass unnoticed by Kevin and Veronica.

Rating: K

Genre: General, Canon Compliant, Fluff

Pairing: Betty x Jughead

Timeline: Chapter Four: Heart of Darkness, 1x04

Word count: 1,073

“… can’t do that, then you don’t. It’s simple, I don’t know what Cheryl thinks she’s doing.”

It would be unfair of Betty to say she heard even one word from her friend was saying. In fact, she was more than just a little out of it – her eyes were glued to the window, trying to see as much as she could through the heavy fog and pouring rain.

“Betty?” Kevin called.

The blonde broke out of her daze, just long enough to throw a quick glance at the other side of the booth. “Yeah. I agree with you.”

Kevin sighed. The exchange between him and Veronica was brief, but said it all. “What are we talking about?”

“Hm.” Her eyebrows scrunched in thought and her fingers twirled the straw around the milkshake. “Archie balancing music, football, school and his construction work. It is a pretty bad decision, if you ask me.”

“We were talking about Cheryl’s—“

“Decision to be the sole coach of the River Vixens, I know,” Betty said.

Turns out she did catch something, after all.

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I’m still waiting..

You know what? I’m still waiting for you to remember. I’m still waiting for a call and text from you. I’m still waiting for you to tell me to fix everything between the two of us, that you want me back in your life. I’m still waiting for you to realize that i am important in your life.

I’m still waiting for you to tell me that it’s still me, that you still love me, that i am still the one in your heart. I’m still waiting for you to tell me that i am still the one for you, that i am still that person you can imagine your future with, that i am the one you want to spend the rest of your life. I am still waiting for you to fulfill all your promise… your promise that you will never hurt me and will never leave me..

I’m still waiting even though i know, i’m waiting for nothing because you are already happy now. I know that i’m just waiting for something that will never happen.

Hands and Bread

It has been so long since the last time I watched Peeta bake. Honestly, for awhile I thought I would have never seen this again.

Until recently, he had some problems remembering his father’s recipes correctly. His hands hadn’t been as steady as they were before the war, before the hijacking. He couldn’t measure the exact amount of the ingredients and even if he managed to get something even remotely similar to the dough he had been making for all his life, it never were how he wanted it to be. In the end he would throw it in the garbage, or against a wall in a fit caused by a new episode. Sometimes he would just curl up in a corner, crying silently because his family is gone forever. Because, had the world been fair, he would have been in the bakery working alongside them, not in the victors’ village of a district destroyed by the Capitol’s bombs.

That’s why I’m so surprised to see him at work this morning as I get back from one of my first hunting trips. Apparently we are both getting a bit better.

Peeta looks up at me when he hears me putting down my bag and smiles, a smudge of flour under his left eye. Actually, there’s flour everywhere, on the counter, on his clothes and apron, all over the kitchen floor. I don’t remember him being this messy. But it doesn’t matter right now.

I sit silently on the chair across the counter from him, prop my chin on my open palm, and look at him work.

He dusts a handful of flour on the dough in front of him and goes back at kneading. By the look of it, he is making raisins and nuts bread.

It doesn’t take long for me to space out looking at his hands. Those hands that used to held the signs of a lifetime spent in a bakery, now marred by the scars of a very different fire. But still the same hands. Big and strong, with long, talented fingers. Hands that could create worlds, both on paper and with food. If he can bake again, maybe soon he’ll start painting, too.

I focus on smaller details. His nails are short. Not as cured as they would be under the care of a specialized prep team, but very functional. His left pinkie finger is a bit crooked. Perhaps he broke it some time after the Quarter Quell and it didn’t heal properly. The smattering of blond hair on the back of his hands and on his forearms is covered in small residuals of flour and dough.

When my eyes are on his forearms, they travel back following the line of muscles and tendons straining against his skin. I see a particularly fluid flexing whenever he presses the heels of his hands against the dough, another as his fingers reshape it into its original form. It’s a mechanical, hypnotizing movement. He does it so effortlessly and with such a grace that it looks way more easier that it is. But I know, even without looking, that there’s a thin coat of perspiration under his hairline.

It’s so good to see his hands not betraying him. It reminds me of a time before the Quarter Quell, when his hands were one of the parts of him that I used to be fixated on. Because of how they could knead the perfect loaf of bread, just like now. Because of how they could flow over a page and bring to life the plants and berries my father described in his plants book. Because of how they could bring me back from the horrifying nightmares of the arena, drive away the images of death and sorrow, lull me back to sleep. Give me the serenity that I so much needed.

I wonder, would his hands have the same effect on me? Those hands that not so long ago wrapped around my throat in a feverish attempt to kill the mutt, that still could smother me if an especially bad episode reared its ugly head?

I think they might. I know things have gotten worse for both of us after a second time in the arena and a war. He was captured and tortured to the point of almost destroying every shred of the strong, beautiful boy with the bread, and that is something that I will never understand. The number of people showing up in our nightmares is much bigger now, and they’re not just dead children in the woods that we had to kill to survive. Now they’re also innocent bystanders, people caught in the crossfire, rebels, allies, friends, fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters. But I think it will work. Perhaps it won’t be enough at first, there may be a lot of crying and fighting and yelling, but eventually it could be good. We could be good.

“What’re you thinking?”

I’m suddenly pulled back from my reverie by Peeta’s question. I don’t know for how long I was lost in it, but I’m sure that I was staring at Peeta’s hands all the time. The little smile on his lips tells me that he finds it somehow amusing.

There’s no stopping the blushing that I feel spreading all over my cheeks. I try to dismiss it. “Nothing. I can’t wait to taste your bread.”

“You know,” he says as he leans forward. “You can taste my bread whenever you want.”

Is this some kind of joke? If it is, I don’t get it. But Peeta is biting his bottom lip to stop himself from laughing, and a huge smile is threatening to split his face.

I can’t help but smile back at him. My heart flutters. He is happy, I am happy.

“Shut up and keep kneading, or we’ll never taste that bread.”

“Yes, ma'am.” He salutes me, leaving a new line of flour above his right eyebrow.

I shake my head as I get up to get back at my haul from hunting this morning.

Maybe tonight, when my screams will wake us both and he’ll rush to my room to help me, I should ask him to stay with me.

Hesitation- Aaron Burr X Reader

day 5 of the write-a-thon: time to get inside your favorite character/actor’s mind. how do they act, what do they feel? it’s time to figure that out

character: aaron burr


“Talk less, smile more. Don’t let them know what you’re against or what you’re for.” I told Alexander for the seventeenth time. The man who just had another cup of coffee rolled his eyes and disregarded what I said. He furiously pushed the buttons on his phone and I felt someone tap my shoulder gently. I turned around and I felt my heart skip a beat.

“I think you might’ve grabbed my drink by accident?” They said quietly, offering a nervous smile. I looked down at my coffee and saw that the name written wasn’t mine.

“Y/N?” I asked and she nodded.

“It’s cold?” She asked and showed me what was written on my cup. I glared at Alex, who was practically cackling at this point.

“Yeah.” I smiled and she handed me the cup and I handed her the other one.

“Thanks.” She said before walking away and Alexander looked at me like I was stupid.

“Okay, I’ll bite. Do you have something to say?” I asked, knowing that I was going to regret asking the question.

“For a matter of fact, I do. What in the hell was that? What in the hell are you doing, throwing away your shot?” He asked, his voice getting progressively louder.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” I insisted and Alex looked at me incredously.

“If I wasn’t dating Eliza, I would’ve asked her for her number. And you’re single Burr! And you just let her go?”

“I bet Eliza would be happy to hear that.” I retorted and he looked at me, exasperated.

“Okay how about you shut up Mr. Talk Less.”

“I think we should both shut up so we don’t get kicked out of Starbucks.” I pointed out.

“Burr c'mon. You know that you get nothing if you wait for it.”

“Yes, it is a common lesson people around you learn quickly.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Ask Angelica.” I mentioned, avoiding the question.

“She’s in England.”

“Oh my god you have been on your phone all morning, you can ask her whenever you want.”

“Okay but that takes time. And you are right here anyways, so what does that mean?” He pushed.

He always does this. He always pushes and pushes until he gets answers no matter what the cost.

“It means that you people around you can’t wait for it if they want to be friends with you. They can’t be calculating, they can’t hesitate because you don’t.” I said calmly, taking a deep breath and regaining control of my temper. It would do no good to blow up in front of Alexander unless I wanted to start an all out brawl with him in the middle of a Starbucks.

“We are friends though? And I’m friends with Angelica as well so I don’t see how this relates to what you said.”

“And look at what we’re doing right now. We’re fighting because I hesitated where you wouldn’t have.” I pointed out and I sighed in relief, knowing that I had won this argument. He crossed his arms over.

“I guess you’re right.” He muttered and I looked at him, surprised.

“Can I get that on tape? I’m sorry but nobody is going to believe me when I tell them that you just admitted that.” I told him and he looked at me.

“Ha! I’ll be right back, one second.” He said and I watched him as he made his way over to where Y/N was sitting with her friends.
She looked back towards me and smiled slightly before looking back at Alex again and laughing at something he said. I stood up, figuring that I should try and minimize the damage he was most likely doing. I walked over to him.

“I’m so sorry for whatever he is saying, this is his fifth cup of coffee here.” I explained and Y/N laughed again.

“That’s an impressive amount of coffee but you shouldn’t apologize- he was just explaining that you were nervous to talk to me.” She said, growing slightly redder as she said the words. I glared at Alex.

“What part of ‘talk less, smile more’ do you not understand?” I asked him and he held his hands up.

“Just trying to help you out. Trying to make you act on your feelings.”

“I don’t know where you get the idea that I like her.”

“Maybe because you look at her how Eliza looks at me.”

“Still here.” She said and we both looked at her.


“Aaron. Do yourself a favor and allow yourself to be happy. This isn’t about me wanting you to be like me- I want you to allow yourself to be happy at the very least.” Alex raised his voice over me and I fell silent. I turned towards her and extended my hand.

“Aaron Burr.”

“Y/N L/N.”

“If it takes spending time with this idiot to meet you, it will have been worth it.”

Fifteen - Conor Maynard

Request: Can you write about Conor and Y/N hooking up while drunk and in the morning Y/N is really happy because she’s wanted to be with Conor since she met him and Conor felt the same way

Smut: No

Requests are OPEN!

A/N: Okay, so I don’t know what it is about Conor Imagines but I ALWAYS get carried away and get so involved that I don’t ever want to stop writing. I LOVE THIS ONE. I’m so obsessed with it. God, why do I do this to myself? THANK YOU so much for this request, I loved it. And I hope you do too!


Waking up next to him was something you thought you’d never do. He was someone who only did hookups and you were someone who only did relationships. You saw the way he acted with girls and although you knew you’d never be one of them, you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like. Would it be passionate? Would it be rough? Would it be sloppy? Would it be something you’d think about day in and day out? Growing up around someone like him was hard. Girls threw themselves at him and there was no denying he loved it. He had his pick and he definitely took advantage of it. But for you, there was only one guy. Him.

Conor Maynard was egotistical. Conor Maynard was intriguing. Conor Maynard was the only boy you had ever truly fallen for. You didn’t think being his neighbour would impact your life in the slightest but it had. You two were tied at the hips; despite the three year age difference. He protected you like a sister, he opened up to you like a best friend and he treated you like family. With all the time you spent together, it was hard not to see him differently as you grew up. As kids, at one point; he was Batman and you were Robin, at another, you were the Princess and he was the Prince.

“I bet it wouldn’t be that bad.”

“You wouldn’t do it anyway.”

“Wanna bet?”

Your first kiss. The minute his lips left yours, you ran. You didn’t want him to see the smile that had appeared on your face. It was a moment you’d never forget. As teenagers, everyone told you that you’d end up together but you were grossed out by him. He was entering the beginning stages of “Alpha Male” and you wanted no part of it. Now, as young adults, you accepted the fact that you were in love with him. His stupid laugh, his stupid jokes and his stupid blue eyes made you fall even harder every single day. You knew you couldn’t say anything. Twenty-one years of friendship would be ruined if anything went wrong and to you, it wasn’t worth it.

“Can we just talk about it?” He asked, following you around your apartment.

“Conor, it’s not a big deal.” Of course it was. It was something you wanted for a long time but you weren’t going to let him know that.

Last weekend, you and Conor had gone home together after a night out. Your intentions were pure. You just wanted to lay on the couch, eat your pizza and watch re-runs of Made in Chelsea until you fell asleep. That’s it. Nothing more. But the situation changed. Quickly. Since Conor lived so close to the bar-scene, you would always end up crashing on his couch instead of having to pay for an Uber home. Conor never objected to it…in fact he encouraged it. He would much rather you sleep at his place so he could drive you home in the morning, instead of sending you home alone. But when you arrived back at his place last Friday night, what seemed like an innocent snuggle on the couch turned into a lustful night in the bedroom.

“You’re lying.” He said, grabbing your hand and turning you to face him. “I know you don’t do one night stands.”

“There’s a first time for everything.” You were trying your hardest to act as if it didn’t mean anything to you. You didn’t want things to get weird and you knew this was the best way of handling the situation.

“Dammit.” Conor said, getting annoyed. “Who knew that day you ran away from me in my backyard would lead to this? That kiss ruined everything.”

Tears formed in your eyes as you realized he regretted the first kiss you two shared. There was nothing about that moment you regretted so it hurt you to know he felt differently.

“You’re such a asshole.” You said, beginning to bite the inside of your right cheek in the hopes that it would stop the tears from falling. “Conor, I don’t regret that kiss and I sure as hell don’t regret last weekend. You know, for the past fifteen years that’s all I ever wanted. Last weekend was something I have been wanting to do for as long as I can remember. And for the past week, it’s all that I’ve thought about. Fifteen years and I’ve just now come to terms with the fact that I can’t see myself with anyone other than you but you can’t see yourself with anyone…period. And you know what? That’s fine, do what you want but don’t you dare make me have this conversation with you if all you’re going to say is ‘It meant nothing’ because to me, Conor…it meant everything.”

“(y/n), I’m making you have this conversation with me so that you know it didn’t mean ‘nothing’ to me. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say all of that? Fifteen years. I don’t regret that kiss but it ruined any chance of us being friends for the rest of our lives…because it made me want to be with you.”

Before you could say anything, Conor cupped your face and kissed you. The kiss was slow and gentle and it was as if time had stopped so it was just the two of you. Every memory you had with him ran through your mind and there was no other future for you than him.

Bts reaction to their crush dating another member


Seokjin is always seen as the mother figure in BTS which did not make it easy for him to accept that he had a crush on Maknae Jungkook’s girlfriend! It was all just a mess for him, he never before had a crush on somebody younger than himself, prefering more mature and older girls, but he had fallen in love with you loud laugh and half yells at you threaten to choke Jungkook with his controller since he once again decided that playing Genji was an acceptable life choice. Love always comes in the most unexpected ways.

Originally posted by jinmini

“I am not avoiding you guys I promise, I just need extra dance practice”


Yoongi is clearly not the best person in the world to deal with his emotions, what he did instead was write a lot of sad songs like it would come to point where BTS could do a full comeback of just sad songs. On the bright side… Deep emotional BTS songs, on the sad side… You did break Min Yoongi’s heart even if you didn’t know it.

Originally posted by tahyns

“Nothing is wrong! Just… go… Hoseok is waiting for you!”


For Hoseok it was bad, you were dating Taehyung the person which everybody said he was most a like. Which meant that it wasn’t cause you didn’t like his type of personality, but simply that you didn’t like him.
His at time fragile self esteem  would take a blow because of this, and it would take him a long while to get over it. Poor boy.

Originally posted by jjilljj

“Hyung? Is something wrong with me? No… Nothing is wrong I just… I just wondered.”


Being the leader sucked, specially when being the leader meant that you had to make sure that nobody was fighting or anything else was going on. Namjoon had always kinda had a low key crush on you, but he wanted to wait to confess to you until they were done with the comeback and he had more time so he wouldn’t have to leave you alone for months right after.
What he never saw coming was Jimin, Jimin who asked you out, Jimin who you said yes to, Jimin who for all Namjoon believed weren’t the type he expected you to go for. Maybe what hurt the most wast hat Jimin was the oppositeawaaw of what he was himself… Oh cruel cruel love.

Originally posted by bangthebae

“Why Jimin? You said you weren’t looking for a boyfriend? I know you said that you love him?”


Jimin would be hurt there were no doubt about it, but he would also do his best to support you guys. He knew that Yoongi struggled with showing his emotions sometimes, and he deserved a girl like you. To be honest you guys deserved each other, which was why no matter how much it hurt… He would still be your biggest cheerleader and your peacekeeper when you needed it.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

“Trust me, you and Yoongi-hyung are going to workout I promise!”


Puppy love, and he didn’t know what to do about it. You were Seokjin’s girlfriend and he knew it wasn’t right! Like you were Seokjin’s nonna even if only be a year, but that made the age difference even bigger between you two! And you treated him like a little brother just like Seokjin treated him. He was stuck with just puppy loving from the side, oh love was hard.

Originally posted by toughchim

“uhm… uhm… “


Jungkook was stuck in a weird situation, the thing was that he was young and he wanted to yell out that you should be dating him instead, but he was also the Maknae and you were Namjoon’s girlfriend his leader that he respected that, or more like he didn’t have a choice. Sometimes being the maknae… Sometimes it really isn’t

Originally posted by sugutie

“You and Namjoon-hyung look really good together, nothing is wrong! Just been… a long day”

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“You did come to the crossroads. I thought you’d abandoned me.”

Teaching To Love Again Teacher Bucky AU - Part 5

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC (Alice Manning)

Rating: General

Genre: Fluff, Romance, slight angst

Word Count: 915

Plot: When single mother Alice goes to meet her daughter’s first teacher for a parent/teacher conference, but things do not go as planned. She hopes to never have to see Mr. Barnes ever again, but life has other ideas for Alice and Bucky.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,

Originally posted by sadie96dr3amz

Alice sits in her car, staring at the apartment complex where her daughter and mother are waiting for her to get in. They are waiting to hear about how her conference with Mr. Barnes went. She knows that Katie will be excited to know what she thought of her teacher. There is no way she can look her little girl in her big blue eyes and say she thinks Mr. Barnes is a grade A jackass.

Clearing her throat, Alice wipes her face of all trace of tears, checking the mirror to make sure her eyes weren’t puffy and red. She did not need to go in there and it be a dead giveaway that she spent the drive home crying. Now if she could just figure out what to say to Katie about meet that ass hat.

‘Now or never, better get it over with.’

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Pairing: Harry Osborn x reader

Word Count: 4722

Summary: “God, you look so hot when you’re pissed at me.” 

A/N: So someone requested angry!sex, and somebody else sent in that sentence prompt so here we are. So this was just ?????!!!!!! to write. That’s how I can describe writing this. I’m honestly not sure if i went a bit overboard with it tbh, like I’ve never written anything like this before, so feedback would be appreciated?! Because I am very unsure about this?! I am but just a girl, please be gentle with me.

“Hey, come here. There’s some people I want you to meet.” Harry murmurs in your ear, arm sliding around your waist, and tugging you away from your conversation. You open and close your mouth in surprise as he doesn’t wait for you to answer, shrugging helplessly at Sue, and waving goodbye to her.

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