[Poison Ivy and Scarecrow, crouching outside a medical lab that specialises in plant research]
Poison Ivy[to Scarecrow]: So, we break in very carefully, only take what we came for, turn ourselves into the police, and then… [smashes window] Just kidding!
[both laugh as they enter the lab]
Scarecrow: We don’t play by your rules, motherfucker!
[Red Robin swings in behind them, looking somewhat worse for wear]
Tim [wearily]: Hey guys…
Scarecrow: You okay, Red Robin? You look a little–
Tim: –Tired? I am, I got no sleep last night.
Poison Ivy [half-heartedly]: …Sorry?
Tim[pouring himself a cup of coffee from the lab’s coffee-maker]: THANK YOU. Ugh. I mean it’s like, I’m gonna to need this whole pot to get through patrol.
Scarecrow [firmly]: We can’t listen to you tell a story about how you didn’t get any sleep. You don’t deserve anything for that.
Poison Ivy: It’s like the most boring conversation imaginable.
Tim[putting a lid on his paper cup]: No, but listen, okay? I’m starting my bedtime routine, nothing crazy, brushing my teeth et cetera and I get into bed. It’s just before midnight and I cannot get comfortable.
Scarecrow [getting angry]: That’s enough!
Tim: I don’t know what it is…
Poison Ivy: If you don’t shut up, I’m going to beat your ass.
Tim[getting passionate and waving his arms]: The thing is, its not like cramps or like muscle stuff. It’s just uncomfortable? Does that make any sense?
Poison Ivy[stands, red-faced and stalks towards Tim]: That’s it!
[Tim continues, unperturbed and dodges Poison Ivy’s kicks and punches while holding his coffee]
Tim: Eventually I’m like, okay, let’s just try the right side. And as I’m finally relaxing, boom. Text message.
[bones crunch as Tim holds Poison Ivy in a one-handed wristlock. She cries out in pain and Tim keeps talking over her]
Tim: I forgot to put my phone on Do Not Disturb!
[Scarecrow yells and attacks Tim, throwing punches that are easily dodged]
Tim: It’s a group thread. [Scarecrow tries choking him] It’s like Nightwing trying to get us all to hang out on a Wednesday night. [Tim manoeuvres his coffee out of the way without spilling it and pushes Scarecrow away] Sorry guys, you know. [punches Scarecrow in the throat] I have school in the morning.
Poison Ivy [grabs a broom and swings it at him]: You know, a lot of people don’t get a full night’s sleep, Red Robin, they just fucking DEAL WITH IT!
Tim [takes the broom and hands Pam his coffee]: And the worst part is, [jabs Scarecrow in the stomach] when I saw my phone I see what time it is.
[jabs Pam in the stomach with the broom and catches the coffee that flies out of her hand, getting worked up]
Tim: It’s 12:45. I’m full of dread at this point!
[Scarecrow smashes a bottle against a table and attacks Tim with it]
Tim: I get up and I get a warm glass of milk, [whacks Scarecrow with the broom] a melatonin, [spins around and takes out Poison Ivy] and I say to myself– oh, this is yours by the way [tosses the broom on top of Ivy on the floor]– I say to myself: [stabs Scarecrow in the leg with his own bottle, he screams in agony] Just chill! You know, sleep will come to you.
Poison Ivy: Everyone, Red Robin’s recounting how he didn’t get enough sleep last night.
Tim: So, I’m back in bed. I put on Bones, a show that I have zero investment in… and you know I’m almost sure it’ll put me to sleep.
Harley Quinn [suddenly shows up wielding a baseball bat]: Get him!
[Tim sets down his coffee, yawning as a host of Rogues and their lackeys suddenly break into the building, shouting.]
Tim [takes out one of the thugs and continues to monologue as they surround him]: Something’s going on with patrol tonight. You know, it feels like these villains are popping. It’s like if CSI were a little more charming, and a little more fun, does that make any sense? Anyway…”
[Tim starts taking them out with his bo staff as he rolls around the floor]
Tim: Two hours in, and I’m like to myself, what are you doing? You’ve gotta be up in like, four hours.
Tim [jumps up brandishing his staff]: And at that point, I’m up.
[groans from injured rogues that lay splayed about on the ground. Tim lets out a small scoff as he surveys them, picking up his cup of coffee]
Tim: Geez, wish I could sleep at work. [slurps coffee]
andreil + sleeping on the couch together and matt kinda scares andrew awake and andrew has a tiny panic and shoves neil off the couch and neil smacks his head against something and scrapes his cheekbone and andreil ends up sitting in the bathroom with neil sitting down and andrew making sure his boy didnt break his nose or have another fucking concussion
Hey! Thanks for the prompt <3 I hope you like what I came up with! this turned out a lil angsty, yikes.
Keep the prompts coming, folks! I have exams and need a distraction. (Everyone’s been giving me prompts in which Neil gets hurt? :D poor boy)
They’ve cuddled in on the couch, Neil in front of Andrew, which is a rare occurrence as it is, but it’s even rarer at the dorms. But Andrew has been sniffling and sneezing lately, and Neil’s legs feel like lead from night practice and so they dozed off while watching tv. None of them is really deeply asleep, both of them in a state somewhere between sleep and rest, but it’s more than enough to startle the shit out of them when suddenly the door slams shut.
Andrew sits up, body stiffened immediately, curtesy of too many times when a noise like this meant very bad things were coming, and whips his head around, only to see Matt, one hand still on the doorknob, wincing guiltily. “Fuck, sorry, guys. The wind caught the door.” Then he peeks around Andrew, “Um, is Neil-”
Andrew scowls at him, and growls “Leave.”, Matt just lifts his hands apologetically and hurries off. When Andrew turns back around, he is momentarily confused for a split-second- where is Neil? But then he hears a groan and realized he must have pushed Neil off the couch when he jerked awake. Neil is already sitting up and rubbing his face.
“…ouch.”, the striker mumbles sleepily and looks up at Andrew with bleary eyes. Andrew is about to lean down and pull Neil back up, but then, Neil pulls his hand back, and there’s blood on his palm and on a cut on his cheekbone.
Andrew’s world constricts for a moment, and then a sticky, disgusting feeling spreads through his body. Neil is hurt. Neil is bleeding. He pushed Neil off the couch and now Neil is bleeding. Fuck.
Neil looks at his hand in awe, still sleepy, and then wipes it off on his jeans. It’s so little that it barely leaves a stain. But Andrew’s gaze is focused on the cut in his cheekbone.
“Andrew, I’m f-”
“Don’t.” Andrew’s voice is sharp and then he’s up and dragging Neil into the bathroom while his stomach is churning. Neil keeps insisting that he’s okay, and the cut isn’t even deep and he’s barely bleeding and he’s had so much worse.
But Andrew feels like his hands are going to clench so hard that he’s going to break his own fingers if he can’t make sure Neil is really, truly okay right now. He swore to protect him and now he hurt him. Neil, especially Neil’s face, has been through enough already.
Neil keeps protesting, but Andrew makes him sit down on the edge of the tub, and then searches the bathroom cabinet for desinfectant and a band-aid, throwing everything else out into the sink carelessly. Neil has stopped protesting, and watches him quietly now.
When Andrew’s found what he’s been looking for, he steps in between Neil’s legs, and takes his face in his palms, turning Neil’s head, looking at his pupils, his nose, his lips and teeth. Nothing else seems hurt, and that makes the sticky feeling in his chest the tiniest bit better.
Quietly, he wipes the cut clean, and puts a band-aid on it. Then he steps back and takes his hands off Neil as if Neil burnt him.
Neil looks at him and Andrew wants to punch him or pull his own hair out because the way Neil’s blue eyes focus on him and his lower lip stands out a little makes his heart go faster and it sucks and Andrew just hates him so much.
“Andrew…” How can someone’s voice be so soft? Fuck Josten and his soft voice. Andrew turns around and goes to the door. Neil lets him.
And hour and half a pack of cigarettes later, Neil finds him on the roof. He doesn’t say anything, he just sits down next to him and steals his cigarette.
He finishes it while Andrew stares off in the distance. After Neil has stubbbed the cigarette out, he slowly turns to look at Andrew.
“Andrew, I’m okay. Things like this happen. You didn’t-”
“Stop talking.”, Andrew says without looking at Neil. Neil obliges, but he doesn’t take his eyes off Andrew.
After two minutes or five or ten, Neil opens his mouth again.
“…you could kiss it better, if you wanted to.” His voice is a low purr, and Andrew just hates how easily it makes the sticky feeling turn differently sticky, hot like molasses, from his neck to the bottom of his spine and his lower abdomen.
Andrew slowly turns his head and leans in just a little. The eagerness with which Neil shifts towards him and the way his breath hitches just a little makes the feeling Andrew’s dealing with right now even worse. Or better, maybe.
“Next time you say something this cheesy, I’ll throw you off the roof.”, he growls, and then closes the gap between their mouths.
Summary: Clay trying to cut people out of his life after Hannah’s death, but (Y/N) lets Clay to feel the presence of his best friend.
Word count: 796
Posted: 20th of April 2017
A/N: Hello there, guys! I was sick in these past few days and I decided to watch 13 Reasons Why. I fell in love with it and it’s now added to my imagines list. I hope you like it and I can’t wait to write more of it.
- G. x
“Clay!” You almost heard your voice echoing in the whole hallway as you tried to catch your best friend’s attention. You’ve been close friends with Clay ever since and you knew what was happening to him in that exact moment: he was hallucinating. “Jensen!”
“What?” His eyes grew wide and you perfectly saw his bright and scared electric blue eyes. It wasn’t the first time you were seeing him like that and you somehow get used to it.
“Clay,” You rested a hand on his left shoulder and rub it, trying to make him feel better. “what’s going on?” You asked him as you peeked behind his shoulders, seeing Tony’s Walkman and his headphones thrown carelessly in his locker.
“Nothing.” He lied through his teeth. His shoulder relaxed a little bit this time and his eyes went back to their normal shape. “Nothing’s going on.” He turned himself to get his thrown stuffs and he struggled as he tried to put them in his backpack.
“Shut up!” You blocked his way as he was about to walk away from you. “Is it Hannah?”
“Stop being nosey, (Y/N)!” He harshly pulled your arm away and he slammed his locker door as he started to walk away, annoyed for your actions.
“Jensen!” You called him once again and you hoped that he would turn around, but you perfectly knew Clay. He wouldn’t want any help from people, even though he needed it. “Clay, for fuck’s sake!”
“Go to your class!” He shortly answered, pushing you away totally. “The bell is going to ring shortly.”
“Right!” You bit your lip as you tried to prevent your tears from streaming down your face. “You think that it’s easy for me to see you like that, Jensen? It’s also hard for me to know that Hannah isn’t here anymore, not having you beside me makes it even harder. I am your best friend and it seems like you can’t even trust me.”
“(Y/N), I…” Clay tried to calm you down as he turned around to face you.
“I don’t know what’s going inside your head right now. I need explanations. I need explanations why did Hannah left, I need explanations why you are acting strange, I need explanations.” You blurted out angrily as your tears finally rolled down your cheeks. You didn’t care about the people watching you, you didn’t care if people thought that you were making a scene out of nothing at all. “There are many people around me, but it’s seems like I am alone and being alone sucks!”
“(Y/N).” He bit his lip as he pulled you in his arms for a hug. “I’m sorry.”
“Clay,” You weakly punched Clay’s chest for several times. “I need someone beside me and you need that someone too. I am just asking for you not to turn your back away from me. We are a team here, right?”
“I’m sorry, (Y/N).” Clay hugged you tighter as he tried to calm you down. He was more in himself at that moment, no thoughts were running through his head, no doubts and no questions. “I’m here for you and I’m sorry for pushing you away. Stop crying, I’m here and I’m not leaving you anymore, okay?” Clay was afraid, he was afraid to see you sad or crying. He never wanted to hurt you, it wasn’t his intention. Clay was affected for Hannah, but he knew that he must be there with you too. You were his best friend and he could count on you, no matter what happened.
“Okay.” You nodded as you wiped the tears on your cheeks away. “I’m here for you too, Clay. I never left and I never will.”
“I know that, (Y/N).” He kissed you on your forehead like what he used to do before his life got messed up, before Hannah took her life away, leaving the two of you. “C’mon then, Monet’s? My treat.”
“Alright.” You slightly pushed him away, escaping from his tight grip. “Fair enough.” You joked, defusing the situation a little bit.
“Drama queen.” He joked as he pulled you beside him, wrapping his arms around your waist, not minding the crowd around the two of you. He was less pensive and more cheerful during that moment.
“Shut up, Jensen.” You rolled your eyes and you couldn’t believe that you saw him smiling wide after many weeks now. “I would slap you silly if you don’t stop it, band aid boy!” You slightly squeezed the scarred part of his forehead and he just cried for pain, while you laughed loudly.
You were both devastated and you both needed someone beside you to move on, that’s why you got each other’s back and you forever will. Obviously, still keeping Hannah’s thoughts alive.
let’s be honest, real, because i trust you
and i should not lie to you
falling in love will break all of your bones
i am still glueing myself together
it won’t just break your deep plum coloured heart
you will feel your rib
the back of your head cracking as you roll over to their side of the bed
and you will end up breaking your teeth on vodka bottles
i know i did, still glueing
but all the same, it echoed in my mind:
if i survive this, nothing can kill me
smother - daughter say nothing - pianos become the teeth flesh and bone - keaton henson ease - elvis depressedly dinners on you - sticky fingers lua - bright eyes so bad - robert schwartzman cottage roads - the walters redemption - drake to me - chet faker pepsi/coke suicide - elvis depressedly mary celeste - keaton henson smooth jazz - sorority noise between the bars - elliott smith these days - wet
(I am sad and write of sad things. Everyone will be all right in the end, I’m sure, but, Harris, you can’t run from your past forever.)
“Let’s eat peanut butter cups for dinner.”
Harris shifted the bag of groceries in his arms. “Was that your plan all along?”
Darcy nodded. “Yes.”
“Then why did we go grocery shopping?”
“I was luring you into a false sense of security, nutritionally speaking.” She did a little spin, enjoying the way her skirt flared around her knees. The bags in her hands bumped against her legs as she stopped, facing him. “It was my devious plan.”
He grinned at her, his cheeks pink from the spring breeze. “With chicken breasts and frozen vegetables?”
“You didn’t suspect a thing,” Darcy pointed out. She threw her hands in the air. Harris ducked under her bags without missing a step. “My plan was a success!”
“We’re not eating peanut butter cups for dinner,” Harris said. But he was smiling when he said it.
“Maybe you’re not, but you’re not the boss of me, soooooooo…” She tipped her head in his direction. “Make me a better offer.”
“I don’t know,” he mused. “I mean, we could try eating real food and not spending the rest of the night curled up in the fetal position, praying for death as the sugar rush wears off.”
He had a pronounced cowlick right now. It was adorable. Darcy shifted both of her bags to one hand and reached out with the other. “You make it sound like a bad plan.”
which one are you: the heartbroken or the heartbreaker?
pairing: OT7!bangtan x reader genre: angst, fluff type: au series word count: 1,465 words warnings: implications of sex, eventual profanity author’s note: this is the prologue to my new series that i’m very excited to write. the series is based on john alan lee’s color wheel theory of love and inspired by hey violet’s break my heart.
There are only two types of
people found in the world: the heartbroken and the heartbreakers.
In the vicious game of
love, there is only a thin red ribbon separating the two, but fragile threads
always break so easily. With just one snip of the golden scissors, the cerise
strands can be pulled apart, and in that very moment, a heartbroken can slip
through and masquerade as a heartbreaker.
And how, you ask? Because
it is much harder to break a patched up heart. When you stitch the pieces of
your heart back together, your heart is now glued together with something much
more durable than the flimsy gossamer fibers of love, affection, and false
And for you, once is an
accident, twice is a coincidence, three times is a habit. Three heartbreaks are
already three too many, and you’ll be damned if you have to endure a fourth.
And by the third round, you have reapplied the glue enough times that your
heart is so encased that it simply cannot possibly crack anymore from guy
Nothing is more dangerous
than a heartbroken girl with a vengeance.
So dry your tears, swipe on
your mascara and rouge, pucker up your cherry red lips, bat those perfectly
applied fake eyelashes, put on the little black dress that makes you feel like
a million bucks, and slip on the mask of a heartbreaker.
made this while hiding from my family at a fourth of july picnic so here you go!
- insists on manning the grill even tho he KNOWS mingyu can grill better than him
- buys fireworks in bulk from some shady firework stand beside walmart
- wears a dad cap and sunglasses around his neck like the classic American Dad™
- nearly burns the house down twice before letting mingyu take over
- decides to watch the kids set up fireworks instead
- wonders how much more fun this would be if they had a puppy
- sits on a lawn chair with his feet in the kiddie pool, sipping a homemade margarita
- watches the chaos happen with a smile on his face
- hair pulled back by a bandana
- ignores the maknae line who yell at him to get out bc they all want to swim
- sunscreen on the bridge of his nose
- splashes anyone who tries to get him to help them
- brings the snacks
- hides in the kitchen to make red white and blue sprinkles bc “guys!! i bought american flag sprinkles for sale!!! i have to use them!!”
- every time he turns around a cupcake is missing before he can put sprinkles on it and he’s so confused
- asks the china line abt it but jun just smiles like “who would do such a think??”
- he gave himself away bc his teeth were stained blue
- joshua shoos them out of the kitchen
- when he finally comes outside he’s wearing american flag swimming shorts and ugly flipflop
- makes everyone pray before mealtime
- probably makes them recite the pledge of allegiance too
- came for the food and stayed for the food
- ate all the snacks joshua and jeonghan brought and acted innocent when when confronted about it
- cue: jun w salty fingertips surrounded by chip bags
- “who me?”
- convinces minghao to steal cupcakes from shua
- china line giggling behind the counter as joshua wonders where his cupcakes went
- jeonghan made him brush his teeth bc “you look tacky”
- can’t wait for it to get dark so he can watch the fireworks
- was taking a nap in the sun until 98 line doused water over his head
- chased them around with a lighter before getting detained by joshua who gave him a safety speech
- decided to set up the fireworks instead
- eyes light up around fire
- nearly shoots a firework at seungkwan and seokmin bc they won’t stop siNGING
- votes for a bonfire but is quickly turned down
- sets up the fireworks w jihoon
- wants to go home and finish reading his book
- no one will let him
- “where’s your american spirit?!?” - joshua hong probably
- “it died with the economy.” - wonwoo, definitely
- eats all the hamburgers and leaves the other members w hotdogs
- smiles evilly as they complain
- attracts mosquitoes like no ones business
- screams and runs around to get them off
- everyone thinks he’s just dancing so they don’t get him bugspray
- joshua to the rescue!! who brings him off! bracelets and lights citronella candles everywhere
- only person jeonghan let’s in the pool
- the official dj
- plays the most annoying freedom songs ever and hides his phone so no one can turn it off
- “LET FREEDOM RING”
- “CAW CAW”
- takes over the grill after seungcheol nearly burns the yard and home down
- “WHY IS THE FIRE GROWING?”
- seungcheol: “was I not supposed to douse the grill in gasoline???”
- marinates ribs for everyone after wonwoo eats all the hamburgers out of spite
- screams in frustration when soonyoung won’t turn off proud_to_be_an_american_freedaddy_remix_mp3
- hates hotdogs with a burning passion bc he can’t do anything to them
- dodges sparklers that the 98 line and the china line are throwing around
- pretends to have to pee like twelve times just to Get Away™
- started poolside karaoke
- he and seungkwan singing their heart out to soonyoung’s freedom playlist
- invited strangers to the cookout at the grocery store before mingyu hastily shooed him away
- “we already don’t have enough food for thirteen boys why are we inviting guests??”
- “to be nice!! to spread love!!”
- bought sparklers for everyone
- which are promptly stolen by vernon in 3.67 seconds
- loves ketchup
- refused to buy relish even tho joshua put it on the list
- asked if they could shoot guns outside and whined when seungcheol said no
- “everyone else is doing it!!”
- “so if everyone else jumped off a cliff—”
- settles for playing with the sparklers seokmin bought inside
- lights eight of the up at the same time and spins them around the very flammable fireworks
- steals cupcakes with jun but let’s him take all the blame
- ate all the cupcakes with white icing so nothing would stain his teeth
- threatens people with sparklers when provoked
- helped wonwoo eat all of the hamburgers
- sings along to the national anthem with seokmin
- pouts when he loses
- poured water over jihoon’s head after vernon convinced him it would be a good idea
- ran as fast as he could when jihoon came at them
- takes blurry pictures of the members and calls them aesthetic
- is content with one sparkler in each hand
- freaks out when vernon accidentally burns his hand
- “YOURE DYING”
- “it’s just a lil burn chill”
- tried to rap to the national anthem but failed
- convinced seungkwan to help him pour water over jihoon’s head then left him in the dust running away
- has watermelon seed spitting contest with seungkwan and can’t get any further than three inches
- stole all of the sparklers from seokmin
- burnt himself as soon as he tried to hold a bunch in his hand like minghao
- lowkey afraid of fireworks like sparklers are all he can handle
- covers his ears when they start
- spits watermelon seeds at his hyungs
- insisted on helping jihoon and wonwoo w fireworks bc he’s grown and can do it just fine
- accidentally points the fireworks at seungcheol
- cue seungcheol at that one music show
- officially banned from helping w fireworks
- jeonghan let’s him sit in the kiddie pool bc he’s jeonghan’s baby
- gets annoyed by soonyoung’s playlist and goes on a phone hunt
- finds his phone and changes it to a michael jackson playlist
- he is officially everyone’s secret hero tho they’d never admit it
For @tayegi and anyone else that has a wild fascination with submarine!jungkook.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Light sub!jungkook smut with a bit of switch!jungkook at the end idk there’s no real plot just fun smut. I wrote this from 3:30-5:30 am and I’m not sorry ‘bout it.This is purely fiction and the product of my sleep deprived brain.
Keyleth chases down Vex in the immediate aftermath. Major spoilers for episode 85.
“Not now, Keyleth.”
Keyleth’s heart is pounding too-loud in her ears, and not just from taking the steps three at a time. Now that she’s caught up with Vex, now that she can hear the catch in her breathing, now that she can see her clenched jaw and narrowed eyes, she doesn’t know what to say. She’s not good at this, never has been, but hells, maybe there are only so many harsh words you can hear from family before they stop meaning anything, because she reaches out and grabs Vex’s hand and starts walking.
“Keyleth.” It’s more of a resigned sigh than a rebuke, the special brand of exasperation that sometimes gets under Keyleth’s skin because it’s just a little bit condescending, just a little bit of a jab at her naiveté. “I think I just want to be alone.”
Not trusting herself to speak around the lump in her throat, Keyleth squeezes Vex’s hand distractedly, and pauses, unsure of her direction after the headlong dash through the corridors. She can find her way through forests and mountains and even open sky without losing her path, but the human-built enclosure of the castle still trips her up, sometimes, much as she’s come to think of it as another home. Now the labyrinthine walls feel like a betrayal of that budding familiarity, and the knot in her chest tightens at the thought.
Vex sighs, pulling her hand free and crossing her arms. “Two lefts to the main gate. Come on, then. Let’s go find something to drink that’s strong enough to beat Grog at arm-wrestling.”
Hello! I was wondering if you could write headcannons for MC ignoring the RFA+V+Saeran (separately) because they did something stupid, and they get MC's attention by kissing her out of the blue? Thank you!! I love your blog (:
Thank you! Honestly ignoring people when they’re being stupid can be really satisfying (but I would give in so easily to Zen tbh). I couldn’t think of how to start a couple of them off because I couldn’t think of what they would do that would be annoying, so I’m sorry about that! This took way too long for me to finish writing…
Yoosung: -He requires constant attention from you to function. -All of the sudden, you stopped communicating with him. -No eye contact, no words, nothing. -He gets very lonely very fast. -What could he have done to make you this upset and how can he fix it? -“Hey, _____? Why are you ignoring me?” -His voice sounds so sad you almost give in right then and there to comfort him. -But you persevere. -“Did I do something wrong…?” -You still avoid his eyes and he frowns. He’s getting really, really lonely now. -He wraps his arms around your shoulders from behind and nuzzles his head into yours. -“_____~~” he whines. -dang it stay strong -“What’s wrong~? Please talk to me~…” -*internally screaming* -He gives up after whining in your ear for a solid five minutes. -An idea hits him. -He moves in front of you and notices you staring at your feet to keep from looking at him. He frowns before brushing some hair out of your face. You still don’t budge. -So, as his last resort, he lifts your chin and kisses you deeper than he ever has before. -You almost choke because you were not expecting that. -He pulls away and takes a deep breath. -“Are you gonna stop ignoring me and tell me what’s wrong?” -Yes definitely
Zen: -Zen needs lots of attention 24/7. -But he has been only talking in lines from his script and at first it was charming but it’s just gotten annoying. -He notices you starting to get annoyed with him and he finds it cute so he doesn’t get the message at first to shut up. -He tries to apologize and he’s super dramatic and pouty when you ignore him. -“But, ___, do you not love me anymore?” -“Come on, dear. I miss your voice~” -He tries to charm his way into making you pay attention to him but alas it does not work. -So he just pouts and leans his head against your shoulder, nuzzling into you while groaning. -“_____~” he says in a whiny tone. “Stop ignoring me~” -Honestly he’s making to difficult to ignore him but you keep reminding yourself about how annoying he was. -Zen becomes impatient and stands in front of you with a serious thinking face. You stare blankly of to the side to avoid eye contact. -He swiftly grabs your cheek and dives in for a very deep kiss. You can feel this son of a bitch smirking into the kiss too when he feels you tense up because he knows it means he has your attention now. -Zen pulls away with a grin while you stare at him with wide eyes. “Oh, I have your attention?” -Embarrassed, you swipe his hand from your face and turn away. -“Aw~ don’t be embarrassed~” he cooed in your ear and kisses your cheek. “I’m sorry for annoying you earlier. Forgive me?”
Jaehee: -She’s been watching a new DVD all day long. -When you tried to join her or ask her about something, she would shoo you away. -Fine, be that way. -You resort to just ignoring her like she’s neglecting you. -You sit in another room and decide to occupy yourself with something just like she’s occupied with that damned DVD (like reading, playing video games, etc.). -After she finished her DVD, she came to you and started talking to you about it. -“So whoever casted them for that role made a poor decision because the character seemed so useless- …Are you even listening to me, _____?” -You didn’t look up from what you were doing and continued to ignore her. -“_____…? Hello?” -No response. -“Why are you ignoring me? Is it because of the DVD?” -… -She sighed but then devised a bold plan to get your attention. -Jaehee gently grabbed your cheek and quickly brought your face to hers, capturing your lips in a very deep kiss. -When she pulled away, you were breathless and staring at her with giant eyes. -“Hi, _____.” -“…Hello, Jaehee.” -She smiled. “Good to have you back. I’m sorry for paying more attention to my DVD than to you. Next time, let’s watch it together.” -You don’t even mind if you lost the page in your book or died in your video game because wow
Jumin: -Whatever it was that he was doing must’ve been really annoying because you have stopped communicating with him completely. -You coldly sit on the couch petting Elizabeth while ignoring Jumin as he tries to talk to you. He catches on quickly that you’re ignoring him on purpose. -“Stop acting like a child, _____. If there’s an issue we should discuss it like adults.” -This boy lectures you for being childish. -But when he’s through with his speech, you’re still ignoring him. -That’s when he too becomes a pouty little puppy. -“Love? Please talk to me…” -He’s playing the cute and desperate card oh no -You keep strong and remain composed despite his whining. -“I miss you… I need you…” -Jumin Han I swear to god -This is more difficult than you thought it would be. He’s acting so needy you almost cave. Almost. -“Please, dearest, talk to me.” -He’s quickly becoming depressed but he’s not giving up, especially when he got the idea to be bold to get your attention. -“_____, stop ignoring me.” he said before holding the back of your neck and bringing you into a deep, deep kiss. -Woah -Woah -He pulled away with a serious expression. “Are you through being childish yet?” -“Uh-huh, yep, definitely,” you nodded with surprise. -Jumin chuckled. “Good. Now, tell me what’s wrong.”
Saeyoung: -Payback motherfucker -All day he has just been picking on you. He wasn’t necessarily being mean to you, but he kept making fun of you. -It was all in good fun but it got old real quick. -He just wouldn’t stop. It got on your last nerve. -You avoided his eyes and didn’t respond to anything he was saying. Needless to say, he picked up on your mood very quick. -“Aw, c'mon _____, you know I’m just messing with you!” -You just stared to the side. -“I’m sorry, do you forgive me~?” -Silence. -…Okay now he’s starting to get sad. -“_____, stop ignoring me~… Please? I didn’t mean anything I said.” -Plz don’t be sad omg no -“I’m sorry for joking around like that, just please forgive me.” -“I’ll try to make it up to you if you just say the words.” -After a few minutes of no results, he gets a bold idea he’s sure cannot fail. -He stands in front of you and cups your cheeks. Your eyes dart up to meet his before he dives in to kiss you passionately. -You honestly felt your knees getting weak. -Saeyoung pulled back, breathing heavier than before. Your eyes were on him. -“Oh~ Finally got your attention now~?” -“Yeah, yeah,” you mutter and pull his hands off your face. -He kisses your cheek before adding with a smile, “I’m sorry for picking on you. I’ll be nicer. Just tell me when you want me to stop and I’ll stop, okay?”
V: -In your defense, he was ignoring you first. -Well, he wasn’t purposely ignoring you, but whenever you tried to talk to him, he was busy with something else. -Even if he was in the middle of some mundane everyday task, he would tell you we was too busy. -You decide that you’ll just ignore him and see how he likes it because you’re that frustrated. -He is so hurt and sad. -how could you ignore such a ray of sunshine you’re hurting him have you no heart -He takes it personally. -“Are you ignoring me? …Why are you ignoring me? Did I do something?” -Silence. -“Whatever I did, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry for upsetting you.” -oh my god stop it my heart hurts -“If you just tell me what I did, I’ll never do it again. I promise.” -why are you so precious -“Please talk to me…?” -He sighs when he realizes his words weren’t helping. There’s only one more thing he can think of that’ll get your attention. -He smiles before stroking your cheek and planting a deep kiss your lips. -The light “hmph!” noise you make as his lips contact yours makes V smile because it was cute, plus it means you’re finally paying attention. -When V pulls away, you’re staring right into his eyes. -“I’m sorry for whatever upset you, dear. Are you done ignoring me now?”
Saeran: -again how could you ignore such a sweet little boy he needs love you heartless mistress -He yelled at you because you were being too loud. -His definition of “too loud” is apparently eating a bag of chips. (Which you may or may not have stolen from Saeyoung) -Boi -“Sorry, I’ll make sure to breathe quieter.” Those were the last words you said to him before giving him the silent treatment. -Saeran is stubborn too, however. This is gonna take a while. -When he sees that you won’t even look at him, he’s sad at first, but he only sees it as a challenge. In his mind, it’s like “well if you’re gonna ignore me, I’ll just ignore you too!” -So neither of you speak or look at the other for a few days. -Saeyoung obviously notices and asks Saeran what happened. He just told him to mind his own business. -So instead, he asks you, and you tell him that Saeran was being stupid. -Um. -After a fourth day passes of not seeing or talking to you, Saeran calms down and realizes “okay I really cannot survive like this I’m sad and I need _____” -He asks Saeyoung how to get you to forgive him and he smirks. -Saeran wasn’t sure how this would work, but I guess he trusts Saeyoung about this. -He marched up to you. “_____.” -Nothing. -He sucked his teeth. “_____, would you stop ignoring me already?” -In a split second, Saeran’s hand was tangled in your hair and he was kissing you deeply and passionately. -who the fuck are you and where is Saeran -He pulled away and caught his breath, staring at you with nervous eyes that contrasted his confident behavior from seconds ago. “Okay, _____?” -there he is -“…I’m sorry, Saeran.” -Saeran nudges you. “Don’t ignore me again, got it?”
“Let. Them. Go.” Jim’s face was neutral but his voice was as hard as ice.
“Sherlock.” John warned from behind the detective who currently has you in his arms. He was surprisingly strong, and had a high pain tolerance. You could tell because he still hadn’t released you despite the numerous kicks he’d gotten from you as you’d tried to get away.
“Well. Jim Moriarty. The man who cares about nothing.” Sherlock quipped in a strained voice as you kicked him again. “Sorry that’s incorrect, almost nothing.” Jim clenched his teeth. “What do you think would happen if we took away the only thing he’s ever cared about.” Jim was silent.
“Sherlock!” John called again and Sherlock turned both of your bodies in annoyance.
“What?” John said nothing, but merely pointed. Sherlock went a little cross eyed but he managed to notice the little red laser dot that was aimed straight at him. He turned to Jim once more.
“You want an answer?” Moriarty smiled slyly. “Well your answer is you don’t. You don’t take away Y/n because you can’t. If you do, I’ll take away your Y/n.” Sherlock’s eyes widened as he saw the sniper dot had moved to John, who was staring at Moriarty, his eyes ablaze.
“Now, I’m going to say it nicely one last time. Let. Them. Go.” Sherlock slowly released you and took a step away. You stumbled out of his grasp and sent him the meanest look you could muster. Sherlock flinched. Moriarty waved a hand and the sniper dot vanished. You stalked proudly over to your boyfriend.
“I’ll make this up to you later.” Jim winked and gave you a cute smile, which you returned.