also sorry this is posted when his birthday is over half over :(



Super self indulgent but man this made me happy to draw, I hope it makes some of you happy today too ^ ^

Thank you everyone who played my Valentine’s Day Game! The event is now closed, thanks for participating!! <3


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The artist also appreciates if ship bashing can be kept out of the comments/tags. Don’t like, just skip <3 Thank you.

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House Rules (M)

Originally posted by nnochu

Summary: Frustration over recent political changes sets you off, and your loving husband helps you see the error of your ways.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 7,492

Warning: Dom!Yoongi, husband/wife relationship, teasing, punishment, edging, ass play, dirty talk, political themes

A/N: I could probably add more warnings. Rest assured, this is not vanilla. Enjoy!

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beyondimen replied to your post “you know what kills me? gets my goat? rubs me the wrong way? kicks me…”

Who abused him???? Genuine question I missed something

his uncle, aunt, and cousin. the way the books were written (especially the first three) sort of glosses over most of the abuse, in part because they’re marketed toward children, but also because we’re seeing things from harry’s perspective. an abusive home environment is all he’s ever known, so it becomes normalized in his mind and, to a certain extent, acceptable.

the dursleys verbally, emotionally, and physically abuse harry. they force him to sleep in the cupboard under the stairs (which is infested w/ spiders btw) and frequently lock him inside as punishment for incidences of accidental magic (which he isn’t aware he is doing), perceived wrongdoings, or just because they feel like it. when harry is moved upstairs to a real bedroom, they put bars on his window and a cat-flap and several locks on the door.

they often withhold food from him as another method of ‘punishment.’ they show him no affection or love whatsoever, which is crucial for a child’s development. they ignore him. they belittle him, and call him names. they speak to him and about him as though he’s not intelligent enough to understand them or decent enough to deserve better. they lie to him about his parents and his cultural heritage.

a lot of fans seem to disagree on this, but the books also make it very clear that harry was physically abused. in cos, aunt petunia swings a frying pan at harry’s head (this was not half-hearted or for show, harry had to dodge the blow to avoid being hit). harry is genuinely terrified of vernon after the pudding explodes in the kitchen, and is physically dragged up the stairs and thrown into his room. in ootp, harry is actually strangled on-page by uncle vernon when he’s caught listening to the news. he makes a comment in the same book that a ‘good sense of when to duck’ is useful for getting along with his uncle. in hbp, harry considers the fact that ‘long experience’ had taught him to stay out of arm’s reach of his uncle. neither harry nor the dursleys ever act like any of this is out of the ordinary. petunia and vernon also encourage or at the very least ignore harry being hit and attacked by dudley (and occasionally beaten by dudley’s whole gang of friends). it’s stated in the first book that the reason harry’s glasses are broken and taped is because his cousin has punched him in the face so many times. just because harry is never caned or whipped to within an inch of his life doesn’t negate the fact that he was canonically physically abused, possibly quite badly.

one of the most insidious ways the dursleys abuse harry is the dichotomy they intentionally set up and perpetuate w/ regards to harry and dudley. they force harry to sleep in a cupboard - at the same time they give their oldest, biological child not one but two full-size bedrooms. they starve harry, and feed dudley all the sweets he wants. they refer to harry as ‘boy’ and ‘you’ and avoid using his name (iirc they use his given name once in all seven books. once.) and frequently call dudley by over-the-top affectionate pet names. they make harry do endless lists of chores while dudley watches tv and plays video games. they ignore harry’s birthdays or give him ‘presents’ like coat hangers, but they buy dozens of gifts for dudley on his birthday and take him on fun trips while harry is left behind at a neighbor’s house. they want to send harry a message: you are worthless. you are nothing. you are not a part of this family. and throughout his childhood, they systematically condition him to believe it. (which profoundly affects his mindset and decisions later on in his adolescence but that’s a different extraordinarily long post)

harry was horrifically abused, but he was horrifically abused in a series of books written for children and young adults so it makes it a little less obvious. but imagine the same things happening to your friend or classmate or nephew or neighbor’s kid and it becomes clear that it’s completely horrifying.

Rebuilt: Arrow 5x22 Review (Missing)

“Missing” was amazing! Emotional and action packed with zinging dialogue. 

Originally posted by pewslight

What struck me most was how full circle it was. “Missing” sets up the heroes versus villains battle that will come to fruition in the finale, but it also kicks off the basic question Oliver must ask: What makes a hero? What makes a villain? Those concepts are not always rigid. In fact, the very essence of hero and villain is fluid.

Oh… and did I mention there’s an Olicity reunion scene?

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Muse - “No Skills”

hi guys!!! here’s the next part to the series :) (aka part 2 to this post)

i’m about to put a link to a masterlist so it’ll be easier to navigate (masterlist with a grand total of 2 pieces)

ANOTHER HEIGHTS REFERENCE TITLE i know guys it’ll make sense the further along we get (unless ur already onto me)

anyways - like i said i am a newbie so any and all feedback is appreciated (roast me if u want)

summary: man, he was cute. right? he was so cute! he was sweet and tall and so so so cute and his name was… oh my god what was his name?

word count: 3150+ lmao

warnings: swearing bc i’m a sinner and even more motherfucking smiling (lin’s smile makes me weak in the knees and that translates in2 my work sorry about it)

oh god here we go

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Hold My Veil

A very fast, un-betaed, semi-crack fic about the likely turn of events during the CS wedding. Based on this post. @high-seas-swan, @optomisticgirl, @thegladelf

On her 28th birthday Emma Swan made a wish on the solitary candle of a small cupcake and now she is standing in front of a white three-tiered cake surrounded by her family and friends. She blinks back the tears that threaten to ruin all of Goldilock’s hard work.

“Alright there, love?” Killian whispers in her ear.

She turns to him and smiles. “Yeah. I just never dreamed–“

“I know.” The hand around her waist gives a gentle squeeze and she leans into him. He did know and that was the miracle of it all that she had found someone who could understand what it was to be lost, alone, and broken, someone who accepted all parts of her, someone who–

A sudden crash interrupts her thoughts and every head turns toward the sound.

“Seriously?” Emma groans as the Black Fairy strides into the room. They had expected her or Gideon to show up, had thrown up protection spells and put out fairies on the perimeter. She hadn’t crashed the actual ceremony but it obviously hadn’t been enough to keep her away forever. The guests watch the fairy with wide eyes as she stalks toward Emma and Killian.

“What a happy occasion, Savior. I do hope I’m not interrupting anything important?”

“Actually you are. Maybe you can come back later? Perhaps after my honeymoon?”

Killian chuckles beside her and Emma stands a little bit taller.

The Black Fairy gives a mock pout. “Oh. I’m sorry but that just doesn’t work for me. You see I am rather anxious to get this over with and begin my happy ending.”

Emma knows she should be scared but the strongest emotion she feels is annoyance. Because she just wanted one day, her wedding day, to be free of monsters and drama and life or death situations. Out of the corner of her eye she can see Regina and Zelena moving into position and her parents approaching behind the Black Fairy. with sword and bow in hand. Somewhere she knows Elsa is also ready and that half her guests are heroes in their own right. Killian is tense beside her, his hand on his sword, waiting for her cue. She smiles. She has her whole family behind her.

“Fine,” she says and reaches up to pull the veil from her hair, it was some kind of magic spider lace that her mother’s, mother’s, mother, had worn and she wasn’t about to let it tear. She turns to her husband. “Killian, hold my veil?”

He takes it with a wide smile and an intense look in his eyes that tells her he trusts her completely, that he would be with her no matter what.

“As you wish.”

And it’s not really the time or place but she can’t help smiling and pulling him in for an intense kiss. A kiss that makes her even more determined to get to their honeymoon. She sighs as they break apart and then turns back to the gate crasher.

“All right, Voldemort let’s get this over with it.”

Everything happens at once.

Regina, Zelena, Elsa, Maleficent, and Emma all shoot their magic, light filling the room as it streaks toward their target who is already disappearing in a puff of smoke. Half the guests run for cover and the other half pull out swords, knifes and guns. Emma hears Killian calling out orders. Then there is a rush of sound and the room is filled with the Black Fairies minions. Everyone begins to fight and it’s complete chaos. Emma conjures a sword to her hand and dives in.

She is making her way toward her parents, slashing at the magical creatures and occasionally using a burst of magic to blow them away. At some point her dress gets ripped, which really pisses her off.

She keeps an eye on Killian who, with Elsa’s help, is clearing a path to an exit and trying to herd those who are unable to fight. She loses sight of him when something that looks like a small ogre attacks her dad and it takes her, Regina, and her mom to help kill it.

They barely have time to shoot each other satisfied smiles before the roof of the building shudders and then disappears as it is ripped off by a large, green dragon.

“Oh dammit–“ Emma starts.

“Mal? I a little help?” Regina calls.

“On it.” Maleficent returns as her body begins to stretch and grow.

The dragon shoots a molten stream of fire that Emma just watches as it hurls toward her, her brain not quite comprehending the danger.

“Emma!” She hears Killian scream and then the fire is met by ice.

“Stay away from my friend.” Elsa yells as her magic erupts from her hands. Steam hisses in the air and fills the room. Emma grins and pushes the wet tendrils of hair from her face. As the roars of two dragons sound overhead she turns back to the battle around her. Killian is suddenly there beside her. His suit jacket is gone and his hair and white shirt are wet and clinging to him, a streak of green blood runs down his arm from whatever creature or creatures he had killed. He is grinning and she rolls her eyes at him. He brushes a lock of her hair from her shoulder with his hook.

“Hello beautiful.”

She knows she looks as bad as him with her hair a mess and her wet, stained, and ripped dress but the way he is looking at her with awe and wonder she feels more beautiful than when she walked down the aisle not two hours ago.

“I love you,” she says. 

He only has time to smile in response before they both turn to meet the next threat. And Emma knows that after this fight there will be another, that the Black Fairy is waiting for her but with her husband and her family and friends beside her she knows she will win.

The Pinky Promise

When El told a slightly crestfallen Holly that, even though she had to go home, she’d come over to the Wheeler’s house tomorrow and play an extra hour of Barbies, she didn’t expect the younger girl to hold out her hand, tiniest finger extended outwards.

“Pinky promise?” Holly looked at El with wide and hopeful eyes. For a brief moment, El pursed her lips, unsure what a pinky promise was and how it differed from a regular promise. Tentatively, El offered Holly her own small finger and watched, with interest, as Holly intertwined their pinky fingers, squeezed them together gently, and nodded happily.

“See you tomorrow, Ellie!” Holly grinned toothily up at her before skipping down the hallway towards the kitchen, where El knew Karen was beginning to prepare dinner before the rest of her family returned from work and school. As she let herself out, fishing around on her keychain for the key Karen had made for her, El could hear Holly joyfully telling her mother all about the day she and El had spent together. She heard, and returned, Mrs. Wheeler calling out a goodbye to her and dragged her feet to the end of the driveway where Jim sat in his idling truck, waiting to bring her home for supper.

“Mike, do you pinky promise that we’ll always be friends?” El asked, the phone in her bedroom pressed between her ear and her shoulder as she lay on her bed, snuggled in a collection of pink and purple blankets, safe between the canopy posts and curtains that hung around her—they reminded her so much of the blanket fort Mike had once built for her, nearly two years ago now.

“I, uh…” Mike racked his brain for the proper way to articulate what he was thinking. He had just finished answering El’s question, explaining what a pinky promise was. “Of course, El. But I need to see you to really pinky promise. Definitely yes though…” he paused for a moment, trying to still the beating of his heart. Why had her request to always be friends sent his stomach into backflips? Why was the phone in danger of falling from his suddenly clammy palms? Mike gulped—he knew perfectly well why. “Hey, El, I have to go. My mom’s calling me. Can I call you back before I go to bed?”

“Of course,” El laughed softly. Mike always called before bed to tell her a story and help her fall asleep—it was their tradition, “Bye Mike.”

“Bye, El.”

Hearing the click that indicated the end of the call, El hung up the phone and returned it to its place on her bedside table, reaching for the book that also lay there, a paperback novel she had borrowed from the library earlier that week. El opened the pages to the spot where a fancy metal bookmark—a birthday gift from Nancy—kept her place. Her eyes ran over the page several times before she could focus on the words, thinking instead of Mike and the strange tone his voice had adopted at the end of their conversation. She wondered, with some worry, if she had upset him by asking him to make a pinky promise.

El had only managed to read five pages before she heard a light tapping sound on her window. With narrowed eyes, she sat bolt upright and looked over to her pink curtains, behind which the tapping sound got slightly louder. El pushed herself out of bed and crossed the room, peeking out of the fabric of her curtains to see Mike, panting, with his face nearly pressed up against the glass. When he caught sight of her, his face lit up into a bright smile and he waved eagerly. El shot him a sideways glance, confused as to why he was there—and how he had managed to bike over so quickly—as she lifted the window and stepped backwards, her bare feet warm in the soft mauve carpet Jim had installed for her room.

“Hey,” he whispered as he slid his upper half into the window, leaning forward slightly. He was tall enough now that his legs didn’t dangle off the ground, but his height meant he had to lean in at an awkward angle. “Sorry if I scared you.”

“What are you doing here?” El asked in a low and amused voice.

“I came to give you that pinky promise,” Mike said, looking at her with a goofy smile and a wink, holding out his hand. “But,” he continued, his expression changing slightly and his cheeks turning dark red, “It’s just…I can’t promise to be only your friend forever. I want to be…I mean, maybe you want to be…maybe we could…” Mike grimaced, his tongue suddenly weighing a hundred pounds in his mouth and his throat dry. Could he screw this up any worse?

“Mike,” El raised her eyebrows, “You want to be my boyfriend?”

“What? Yes!” Mike smiled, the tension in his body immediately giving way to relief and his cheeks burning brighter, “I mean, uh, sure, definitely.” He couldn’t believe that El had just used the B-word; the same word he had been wringing his hands about for weeks now. “So you’ll be my, uh, girlfriend?” The word was odd in his mouth, but he liked the way it sounded.

“Yes,” El smiled and leaned forward to wrap her pinky finger around his, “I promise.”

“El,” Mike chuckled a little, before turning serious, looking her directly in the eyes he had grown so fond of. “I promise to always be there for you.” He squeezed his finger against hers and then looked up at her beaming face and shining eyes. He wanted to kiss her then, but there was a sharp, quick knock on El’s door.

“El?” The Chief’s voice sounded from the other side of the door, “You busy?”

“One minute please,” El squeaked, pulling away from Mike and working to hold back a giggle at the look of sheer horror on his face as he hurried to remove himself from the window.

“It’s nothing,” Hopper continued, his voice light and teasing, “But tell Wheeler he’s free to use the front door.”

With that, El flushed and heard her adoptive father’s footsteps retreating down the hall.

“Maybe you could…” she began, but Mike—her boyfriend—was already nodding furiously.

“I’ll go ring the doorbell.”

We Can Feel So Far (From So Close) (2/2)

Waiting until your best friend left for a cross country tour was a fine time to realize you’re in love with him. Captain Swan.

Almost 3 months after posting the first part of this story, I’m finally here to finish it off. Believe me when I say I wasn’t planning to take so long, but a rough semester of school kept me from doing as much work on this as I wanted to. I didn’t think I’d be posting this today since this morning it wasn’t even finished, but somehow or another my heartbreak over Jen announcing her exit from OUAT caused me to throw myself into this. (I’ll be completely honest, the only time I haven’t been bawling my eyes out today is while I’ve been writing.) Also, a big thank you to everyone who have read and reviewed this story so far. You honestly don’t know how much the kind messages and reviews have meant to me over the past few months. I hope you enjoy the final part of this two shot as much as I enjoyed creating it. <3  

Part 1 | Rated T | Word count: 9,529 |Also on AO3 and

You could blame it on Neal, on her wavering self-esteem, or on a number of different things she’d been forced to deal with during her nearly twenty-eight years of life so far. Either way, Emma found it nearly impossible to believe that Killian could somehow be in love with her.

If anything, he probably viewed her as the sister he never had. And she’d seen enough movies and TV shows to know how situations like hers typically ended: awkwardly. It was just best all around if she kept all of this hidden, and hoped she would be able to act somewhat normally around Killian when he came back from the West Coast. (This causes her to wonder, not for the first time, if he’ll even be back for long at all once the tour is over with. It’s not likely that he’ll want to stay in Boston and work at the bar again when he’s guaranteed to have dozens of opportunities thrust at him.)

Their next Skype call takes place two weeks later on a Saturday afternoon (morning for him) when he’s in San Francisco, taking advantage of the wi-fi at a cafe near his hotel. Emma tells him he looks like something out of a movie, the outline of the Golden Gate Bridge even visible from a distance behind him. “I feel like you should be writing me a love letter or something with dramatic music playing in the background,” she tells him while she finishes off her second plate of pancakes. She quickly regrets the “love letter” part, and hopes he doesn’t read too much into those particular words.  

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Sunday Candy Bucky edition (Bucky x reader)

A/N:  Here is my Bucky version (the first version I’m posting), but there will be more. Don’t forget to wish @bitch-m-fabulous a happy birthday if you have a minute. We should still be at work and trust me when I say it is a jam packed day.

Warning: Some sex talk but I skipped the smut here to focus on the fluff

Originally posted by mylastlove-mylastsong

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anonymous asked:

Could you recommend your personal favorite fanfics? Whether they are chartered or one-shots, I just need some recommendations, thank you!

I already did that - here, but because the post is over 3 weeks old, I feel kinda obligated to do a Part 2 because I’ve definitely acquired a few new favorites since then. Soo… enjoy! ;)

Little disclaimer: these are (again) in no particular order, but I decided to number them anyway, just to keep a better track.

  1. Half Blade and Half Silk by smokeshop ✓
    Summary: uni!au; Isak’s friends introduce him to an art student at a college party. He won’t stop calling Isak baby and Isak’s bad at pretending to hate it. College AU where Isak’s past is a little more colorful but Even still won’t leave him alone.

  2. Would You Mind Closing The Bedroom Door? by allyasavedtheday ✓  
    Summary: The boy falters in the threshold, eyes widening when they land on Even. “Oh fuck- sorry! Eva didn’t say anyone was home.” Ah. No wonder she was up late last night. Even can’t really fault her taste – the boy is beautiful. He’s got golden hair mussed and curling over his forehead and cheekbones not even Michelangelo himself could sculpt and the most well-defined cupid’s bow top lip Even’s ever seen. Also he’s shirtless. Did he mention that part? There’s a stunning, shirtless boy in his kitchen with pillow creases still on his cheek and Even can’t do anything about it because he’s Eva’s one night stand. Fuck. 

  3. open the pod bay doors by iriswests ✓
    Summary: Even’s trying to write a script for his class, Isak happens to catch a glimpse of the shit show, and they fall in love over a story of parallel universes.

  4. behind the curtain, in the pantomime by dahlstrom ✓
    Summary: Basically, Isak is just never going to speak to any of his friends for the rest of his life. Which shouldn’t be too difficult, since he’s pretty sure he’ll be spending eternity in this auditorium surrounded by these screeching revue nerds, what feels like a thousand of them. This is it, this is his own personal hell.

  5. Afire Love by pressurerin ✓
    Summary: Isak can’t seem to stay out of trouble. A hot firefighter makes trouble seem not that bad. 

  6. sweet creature (but we’re still young) by kittpurrson ✓
    Summary: summer camp!au; Isak meets seventeen-year-old Even Bech Næsheim at Tyrifjorden on his fifteenth birthday. Or: the one where Isak tries to convince the boy next door to put his hands on him.

  7. the region of the summer stars by thekardemomme ✓
    Summary: flower shop!au; Someone keeps sending Isak flower bouquets and Even happens to work in a flower shop.

  8. Draw The Line (Need To Know That You’re Mine) by thesoulsailor ✓
    Summary: fake dating!au; Five times Even pretends to be Isak’s boyfriend, and one time there’s no pretend at all. Or the 5+1 Fake Boyfriend Evak AU we all deserve.

  9. torches (life’s too short) by xxLeviBech
    Summary: “My mom used to tell me my thoughts would pour out of my ears if I kept thinking too hard.” Isak threw back another fry, keeping his gaze down. “That’s pretty fucked up, man.” Even deadpanned, making Isak snap his head up in a laugh .“Fuck you,” He giggled, tossing one of the soggier ones at Even and being decidedly unimpressed when he caught it in his mouth. Or, a canon divergence AU in which Isak’s childhood is exponentially more severe – where he can’t remember coming to school without bruises, a bottle of hand-sanitizer, and long sleeves. It’s fine, he’s fine. It wasn’t for his friends, though; and that’s how he wound up here, in a fold-up chair every Tuesday and Friday, talking about his experiences with other post-secondary kids diagnosed with some kind of PTSD. It’s also where meets a guy whose name starts with the same letters as everything, because that’s… exactly what he is.

  10. Make a spark, break the dark, find a light with me by LostInAdmiration ✓
    Summary: Isak can’t sleep, so spends his nights wandering around the street. Even works the night shift at the store around the corner, and they bond over their mutual insomnia.

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Mornings with Dean

Originally posted by thedeantrbl

Genre : Fluff 

Word Count : 1659

A/N : This is just a scenario that my friend wanted me to write for her & yes I did put myself in my own scenario … because i can . - . ( fight me ) and i decided to just post it on here :) i hope you guys enjoy ! <3 

You wanted to wake up with the birds singing and the sun warming up your little toes, not your phone vibrating against the table. The sound resonating in the quiet morning as if it was an earthquake. You groaned as you slung your arm towards the table, grabbing your phone.

You had a rough day at work last night, having to help your best friend Christian with a music video he was directing for the oh so popular, Kim Jiwon or Bobby as his stage name claimed to be. The Whole crew had gathered together to begin filming at 12 pm and Christian had announced that the first half of the video should be filmed and done by 9 pm, but that didn’t go as planned:

Bobby was late by 4 hours resulting in the promised time to be pushed back, they argued over each other’s ideas, and the set had just decided to fall apart on top of you…literally. You were lucky enough to walk away from it without any injuries, only a few minor scratches here and there.

“ Hello? ” you groaned through the device, not even bothering with checking the caller ID.

“ Hey it’s Christian, meeting is at four but I told the prick to meet us at 12. How’re you feeling? ” “ I’m feeling it now” you grumble, stretching a bit feeling the soreness in the legs.

He chuckles, “ Sorry its early but Linda and I had to take Lori to the Vet for her checkups and I needed to kill time. ” You hear another voice in the background, most likely Linda’s, “ Alright I’ll let you go back to sleep. Oh and Don’t forget to take pain killers, it’s going to be another long night. I’ll call if there’s anything else. ” You let out hum of agreement before hanging up and checking the time, letting out an aggravated groan: 7:00 am.

You threw your phone back on top of the table, before turning back into the bed. You nearly got a heart attack, body shaking from the scare; Hyuk was here, sound asleep. You let out whispers of curses, clutching onto your chest as you tried to settle your heart down. You haven’t seen him in what feels like years when really, he was only gone for a couple of months, 2 to be exact.

It was always like this whenever he needed to get songs done for the album. he’d pack his belongings and would camp in his studio, letting the receptionist know not to let you into his studio no matter what. There were the rare occasions you did get to see him, through the screen of your phone. He’d always FaceTime you in the middle of filming. Christian would spot the brightness of your phone and would immediately call it a day, using “ he needs you ” as an excuse. Even though he wasn’t wrong because Facetiming nights were always the hard nights.

Hyuk would be at his breaking point. He’ll always FaceTime you whenever he was extremely stressed out and it always broke your heart to see the effect of it. But Despite looking so wrecked, he’ll never express it. “ I need my Muse. ” and that’s all he says before you tell him about your day, in hopes it’ll ease his mind a bit. And here he was, in your bed, the duvet only covering half of his body, exposing his bare back, as his arm laid across your lap.

You watch as his upper body would rise and then fall, lips slightly parted, some parts of his hair sticking up in different directions, and a few strands falling down his forehead. You notice he’s wearing the pair of earrings you got him for his 20th birthday but you also notice something else: the art that had covered parts of his neck and shoulder. Was this even real? You wondered.

It might have been fake for his music video or something. You thought. You cautiously reached your hand over and scratched at the piece of art, wondering if any pieces would fall off, but they didn’t. Hyuk mumbled a bit, slightly smacking his lips, before the arm that was on your lap gripped at your thigh and pulled you in closer to him. You almost screamed due to the sudden action, you clutched onto your chest as you had to calm your breathing for the second time. You went back to examining the tattoo, when did he even get this? Why hasn’t he told you about it? More importantly, what did it even represent? I’ll have to ask when he gets up.

Pushing the thought aside you moved your attention to his face, the face of the man that you oh so desperately had wanted to see. You pushed the strands of hair that had covered his face aside, letting your hand linger on his cheek. He was only gone for two months yet, it’s as if he had aged within those months. His eye bags more prominent than before, he’d managed to lose the baby fat on his cheeks, his jawline was noticeable and you began worrying if he had forgotten to eat his meals. Despite not wanting to see you, you still sent in daily reminders to make sure he eats and you know he sees them. You had to beg him to put the read recipient on for you:

“ It puts my heart at ease when I know you’ve seen my messages at least.” You stated.

You laid back down, only for him to bring your body against his. Feeling his heat transfer onto your body and your glad it isn’t summer, otherwise you’d have to push him away.

Precious, is what you’d describe him asleep. You wanted to protect him and shower the man with love, you blame his baby like features.
Easygoing yet determined, is what you’d describe him personality wise. Hyuk has never gotten mad at you, even when you had accidentally deleted one of his songs he had been working on. You remember apologizing countless of times and Instead of screaming at you, he just looked at you with an expression that wasn’t describable. He was probably choking you in his mind and maybe throwing you out the window but he nonchalantly shrugged, “ it’s okay babe, it sucked anyways. ” He ended up staying up all night writing a big hit for VIXX, Voodoo Doll. Hyuk’s been composing songs even before the two of you began dating, even managing to collaborate with the big artists such as your good friend Hyoseob or Crush, Zico, he even co-wrote Beyoncé’s song Halo. You couldn’t help but feel proud, a huge smile cascading over your features as you planted a kiss on his parted lips. After realizing what you’ve done, you let out a light gasp. You’ve never initiated a kiss before, scared that you might come off desperate or clingy. You glance over at his face in hopes you didn’t wake him, but he simply lets out a small groan. Initiating a kiss wasn’t bad, it felt … Good, it made you feel … Cool.

A smirk taking over your face at the sudden idea. You gave him a peck on the lips again and when you noticed no reaction you gave him one on the nose before continuing to pepper kisses across his face. Hyuk merely groaned before rolling onto his back, left hand arm covering his face. Given the opportunity, you sat on top of him; legs on both sides of his waist before peppering his face again with kisses, trailing them down his neck, grazing over his new tattoo, and down his chest before trailing back up. Only to be met with sleepy eyes Hyuk. You giggled nervously, “ morning ” before he rolls the two of you over, smothering you in kisses as he hums, “ what did I do to deserve to be woken up so lovely? ” You stuck out your tongue towards him before he begins smothering you with kisses again.

He touches noses with you before he kisses you on the lips, hands gripping your waist as yours are around his neck. It’s the kiss you’ve been waiting for, for two whole long months. The kiss is slow and sensual, he’s running his hands up and down your waist occasionally squeezing them. You break away from the kiss to catch your breath but Hyuk isn’t letting up.

He kisses down your jaw and down to your neck, tugging at the skin from there and on your shoulder. “ God I missed this, ” he whispers into your ear before latching himself onto the crook of your neck. You let out a gasp, running your fingers through his hair. “ and this. ” he says before bringing his attention back onto your lips and by this time he’s already grinding into you. “ I missed you. ” he says, stopping everything as he looks you into your eyes. He sits up tugging you along with him so that your positioned on his lap, legs on either side. He runs his fingers through your hair before he lets them linger on your cheek. No words are exchanged as the two of you continue to stare at each other.

He breaks the blissful moment before squishing your cheeks together and giving you a peck on the lips. He’s a giggling mess as he notices the shock on your face and you just watch the way his eyes disappear when he laughs. You cross your arms, turning your head to the side as you pout. He riles you up only to leave you hanging.

He lets out a sigh of content before, turning your head to meet his gaze. It goes silence once again and he brings you down for another kiss, “ I’m home, love.”

AU College Fic. Farkle never figured out how Riley really felt about Lucas, so it never got out. Now she’s turning 21 and the gang decides to go to Las Vegas to celebrate. Sometimes what happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay in Vegas.

A/N: Starting off with Chapter Two because Chapter One is ‘Dancing On My Own’ (linked below under the ‘1′) and it works a lot better with my chapter titles to start it off with two.

Rating: M (because of language, situations, and it’s Vegas, soooo yeah)

Pairing: Rucas

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                                             Chapter Two: Deuces

Two months later…

‘Vegas, Vegas, Vegas,’ Maya chanted in her mind as she tossed half of the clothing she owned into her bag.  It was finally here.  After months of planning, they were going to Las Vegas to celebrate Riley’s birthday and to celebrate the fact that their whole group was finally twenty-one.

She walked out of her closet and toward her nightstand as she reached for the book that rested on top of it.  ‘Card Counting for Dummies,’ she smiled as she slid the book into her carry-on bag.  ‘Time to see if you actually work or not.’  She turned back to her suitcase.  Several clothing items had spilled out of the wheeled luggage.  She quickly scooped up the fallen garments and tossed them back into the bag.  She closed the lid and attempted to zip it up.  She got about halfway around it until the zipper suddenly stopped.  Maya bit her bottom lip as she tried several times to tug on the zipper.  It didn’t budge.  “Hmm,” she mused as she turned around and sat on top of the uncooperative bag.  She was able to get another two inches of it zipped up before it stopped again.  “Riley,” she finally called out.  “Riley, come here!  I need your butt for a minute!”

Riley stopped in the doorway as she tiled her head to the side in confusion.  “Did you just say you needed my butt?”

“Yeah,” the blonde groaned as she helplessly yanked on the stubborn piece of metal that refused to move any further.

Riley’s eyes widened as she took in the sheer amount of clothes her best friend had packed.  “We are only going to be there for four days, Maya.”

“Yeah, but I don’t know what I’m going to feel like wearing once we get there.  We’re going out to some nice meals, the club for your birthday, and then I have my gambling attire.”  She thought for a moment.  “Oh!  I forgot about shopping outfits.”

The brunette chuckled.  “Scoot over,” she instructed as she sat down on the other side of her best friend’s luggage.  She furrowed her eyebrows as she struggled to get the zipper to move, but after a few moments, it finally conceded and zipped up.  “There,” she said as she stood back up.  “Are you about ready?  The boys should be here any minute.”

“Yeah.  I just need to wheel this stuff to the door and grab my carry on.”  Maya surveyed her belongings for a moment before she glanced at the brunette.  “You ok? You don’t seem particularly thrilled.”

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Behind The Scenes 3 (3.5/???)

Author’s note: So I’ve been looking over the parts of BTS 3 that I have so far… and omg I just want you guys to get to the Japanese cities! To me, that is where I notice most of the drama happening! Sorry that this part is shorter than the last, but its because its the continuation. Sorry for any errors.

Genre: drama??? idk

Word count:1720

City: Beijing, China (3rd day)

Summary: Jungkook’s late bithday outing continued

WARNINGS: Physical abuse

Other Parts: HERE

This is my GIF. I made it based off of this scenario series.

Jungkook slowed down even more, taking in the image of Suga all over his “girlfriend”. Suga was standing over y/n as she stared up at with a smile on her face. “What the fuck are they doing? Why are they holding hands?!?”



“Ah-hem!” You and Suga turned to find Jungkook standing next to the two of you. “So… What’s going on here?” he asked.

When you saw Jungkook, you immediately pulled your hands away from Suga.

“Y/n is cold.” Suga said blankly.

Jungkook looked down at you. “Then let me be the one to warm you up!” He smiled. He pulled Suga’s sweater off you and placed his own jacket over your shoulders.

Jimin cringed his face when he noticed Jungkook was back. “Are you guys done?” he asked. “Let’s get going!”

“We’re going.” Jungkook said grabbing your hand.


After visiting a few more stores, you all found an adorable candy store. It was wall to wall candy and decorated so colorfully. In a rush of excitement, you all dispersed across the store.

You happened to have followed Suga when you both got excited about looking for the chocolates. Sadly, Jungkook’s hand found yours and he kept you close to him, staying by the giant lollipops. You were staring up the rainbow colored ones at the top of the shelf, when you felt Jungkook give you a back hug, “Can we do a “time out” real quick?” he whispered into your ear.


He pulled you to one side of the store with less people.  “So, earlier when I saw you and Yoongi, its best that like- just don’t do stuff like that with him. It would have been bad if a fan saw you guys.”

“Oh, well it’s not like it meant-“

“I don’t care what it meant or didn’t mean, just be careful cuz people are always watching!” he snapped.

“…Ok…” you peeped.

He let out a heavy sigh. “Sorry… it’s just… trying to keep up with the whole truce thing…”

“Yeah. I get it… Thanks.”

“…Time in? Or did you want to say anything?”

You shook your head. “Time in.” To sort of make up for it all, you pulled Jungkook into a hug.

He wrapped his arms around you. “C’mon, let’s get ourselves a shit ton of candy.”

“But I still don’t have any money.” You whispered.

“I know. I’ll pay for it… Just please don’t buy any cotton candy.” He laughed.

“I won’t.” you smiled

You both went around the store, goofing off, picking out candy and playing with the little toys they also sold.

After about half an hour, you all bought an armful of candy and went back to the van. On the ride home, you sat with Jungkook because you both decided that it was best to post an update.

“Hi ARMY!” Jungkook smiled. “Again I want to thank all of you for the happy birthday wishes. The guys, y/n and I just finished my late birthday outing. Right Jagi?” He asked pointing the phone at you.

“Yup.” You smiled shyly.

“Where did we go?”

“Um, we went shopping for you… We went to eat and you forgot your phone.” you laughed. “Then more shopping, then we got all this candy!” you smiled, holding up the bag of various candies.

Jimin poked his head into the shot. “Look at all this chocolate!” He exclaimed, fanning out a few chocolate bars.

Jungkook zoomed in on the bag of candy he bought for the two of you. “All this candy and it’s still not as sweet as my jagi!”

“Not that dumb line again!” Jimin yelled. He took the phone from Jungkook. “Ok ARMY, for all our sakes I’m going to end the video now. Bye!”

The rest of the ride back was chill. You all mostly showed each other what you got and just ate candy.


The three of you came back in to the hotel room to find V already sleeping in the bed he shared with Jimin.

“Tae! Wake up! We got candy!” Jimin exclaimed as he jumped on top of V to wake him up.

You and Jungkook giggled at Jimin’s hyper mood as you both walked over to your side of the room. For some reason the lights were off, but you could have sworn you left them on when you left. “Maybe Tae turned them off when he got back.” You thought.

You placed your candy on the dresser and slipped off Jungkook’s jacket.

Both you and Jungkook froze when you noticed a figure in your bed.

“You fucking scared me!” Jungkook shouted.

Jimin and V went to the halfway point of the room to take a peek at what was going on.

The lamp next to the bed flicked on and illuminated Rap monster’s face. Under the yellow light the features of his dark expression looked much more intense. “Did little y/n have some fun?” his voice was dark and stern.

You knew not to ignore him, but you didn’t know how to answer him. “Um- I- uh-“

Rap monster stepped off the bed and slowly made his way over to you. “Wasn’t the city so beautiful? It must be so fun to go out and travel and see the world! This must feel like a vacation, doesn’t it?” He questioned mockingly.

The others stayed motionless as you struggled to think of something to say. “Umm, I-“ you could  feel yourself taking steps back as he inched his was up to you.

Suddenly Rap monster clamped his hands around your throat and slammed you against the wall. “Listen to me you fucking bitch! This isn’t some fucking getaway! Just because we aren’t at the dorm, doesn’t mean you can go around getting comfortable!” He tightened his grip and you couldn’t breathe.

Your finger reached for his hands, but you were already weak and your attempts did nothing.

“Let go of her!” Jimin shouted. He ran over to try and get Rap monster off you.

Rap monster swiftly slipped one hand off your neck and used it to elbow Jimin in the face as he came up to him.

Jimin quickly fell to the floor on impact. “Fuck!” He huffed as he grabbed his eye.

Rap monster pulled you close to him and then slammed your head against the wall. “I own you! Don’t you forget that!” He spat. His hands loosened from your neck and a smirk grew on his face as he watched your body slide down to the floor. With nothing more to add, he calmly left the room.

“Are you guys okay?” Jungkook asked once the hotel door clicked shut.

Jimin came up to you, still grabbing his eye, “Y/n, how’s your head? It sounded really bad.”

“It hurts.” You whimpered.

“Tae, go get Minho over here. Jungkook, stay with y/n. I am gonna to go check my eye.”

Jungkook crouched down beside you. You tried to get up but he softly held you back. “Just stay there.” He said softly. “If your head is hurting, you don’t want to risk anything. It can be serious.”

It took a while, but V eventually returned with Minho. Minho checked Jimin first, simply giving him an ice pack. When it came to you, he did a quick run through and asked you a few questions. “Well, you don’t seem to have a concussion.” He concluded. “I don’t think you have anything to worry about. Just take some pain relievers and you should be fine.” He handed you some travel packets of medicine he had in his pockets.

You quietly thanked him and he left the room.

Jungkook carefully helped you up from the floor and you tried to just get over it and wash up. Sadly, you only had the strength to brush your teeth. You took the medicine and slipped under the covers.

Jungkook later joined you, going under his sheet. You noticed he was a bit surprised to see that you were still awake, just staring at his pillow. “I thought you’d be asleep.” He whispered.

You shook your head.

“You okay?”

Again, you shook your head.

“… Wanna talk about it?”

You looked up at him. “Is he really willing to talk to me?” you thought. You moved yourself closer to him and nodded.

“Um, who do you wanna talk to? Yoongi? Hoseok? You always talk to them about this stuff right?”

“Oh…” you thought. “So, he doesn’t want to talk. He just doesn’t want to deal with me.” All you did was nod at him again.

He got up from the bed and headed out the room.

“Where are you going?” you could hear Jimin ask.

“Just go back to sleep.” You heard Jungkook say as he closed the door behind him.

Not even three minutes passed when you heard the door open. You heart sunk when you only heard one set of footsteps come into the room. “I knew they weren’t going to come.” You thought.

The steps came over to your side of the bed. The lamp was flicked on and Jungkook sat himself at the edge of the mattress. “Umm… Well, they were awake, but, uh, they aren’t really gonna be much help to you right now…”

You gave him a tiny nod and turned over on your side. You could feel your tears falling, but you didn’t bother to wipe him away. What mostly kept you from doing so was the fact that you could feel Jungkook staring down at you with pity.

He turned off the light and made his way to his side of the bed. However, instead of going under his sheet, he went under yours and moved up next to you. “I know that I’m not Yoongi or Hoseok, but if you still want to talk, you can…” He offered awkwardly.

You wiped your eyes and moved closer to him. You tried to talk to him, but your voice was so shaken it was mostly series of whimpers and mumbles. Despite your inability to form actual words, he still listened to you.

Unlike when you were both pretending, Jungkook wasn’t as physically comforting. It wasn’t until you were just plain crying that he hesitantly brought you into a rather awkward hug. Only occasionally did he say, “It’s okay” or “Just don’t think too much about it.”

THE ELLEN SHOW: Chapter 11

A/N: So tumblr is dumb and had been crashing because my chapters are too long. lol wow okay. So I’ve had to break one chapter down into two chapters, unfortunately. I know this sucks for you guys because it breaks the flow of it, so I’m sorry. ANYWAYS ENJOY

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“Alright, so what were you thinking for hair?” The hair stylist asked as he ran his fingers through it.

You looked to Charlie on the chair in the dressing room, the apple on her laptop brightly shining as it sat on her lap. She looked up from her phone and shrugged. She really didn’t care that much.

Looking back to the stylist you also shrugged. “I don’t know? What did you have in mind? I don’t really care at this point anymore?” You had been asked how you wanted your hair, makeup or clothes so many times that it started to matter less and less what was done, as long as at the end it looked good.

“Okay.” The stylist said as he looked over your hair thinking. “What are you wearing tonight?”

You told the stylist the ensemble you would be wearing that was sitting on the rack in the corner of the room. He thought about it a while before he told you what he was planning for hair. A few moments later the makeup artist did the same. They both began to work on you as you sat in the chair looking through your phone and playing your music.

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Birthday and Booze

Prompt: Hello! I love your stories :) Could you do a Jason Todd x reader where the reader is out with her friends and Jason picks her up because she’s drunk.

Thank you, you get the prize for being my first request Anon! Also, I’d just like to throw it out there that I have a request rules post, in case anyone else wants to ask for one. I’ll link it Here.

Also, in this request, every character that consumes of alcohol is written to be of the legal drinking age!

Y/N= your anem

H/C= hair color

TW: Mentions Alcohol, Mentions Throwing up

Word count: 948

“Y/N!” one of your best friends, Barbra Gordon, shouted in the fairly crowded bar, “let’s do some shots!”

A part of your brain knew that this was a horrible decision, but that part was shut up by the part of you that already tipsy, that had already had a few “girly” drinks from the ladies’ night menu. They were cheaper, not your usual poison, but cheaper booze was cheaper booze. The cheery response of, “Okayyyy!” was out of your mouth. Barbra and you wormed your way up to the bar. Cass followed you, quiet, but just as  tipsy as the rest of you. Kathrine was busy flirting with her girlfriend at said bar.

The battle plan had been simple, wear comfortable “sexy” clothes and shoes, get to the bar early, stay as late as you possibly could. You partied until you knew your liver was gonna hurt, then you partied even more. You definitely thought that you’d be a lightweight, turns out, you could even outlast Cass. You were a bit off on your feet, but at least you could still form coherent thoughts. The bartender cut your friends off with a dismissive shake of her head, “Sorry ladies, you’ve had a bit too much.”

You grinned and went up to the bar to order another as Kathrine, Barbra and Cass pouted. You got another beer and made a bee-line back to you table. Katherine sighed, “You know, Y/N, you could have at least gotten us some…”

“I’m sorry?” You said, pointing the open end of the beer bottle at them, “ Whose Birthday is it?”

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sorry it took me so long to post this tiny drabble lmao

happy late late late birthday my boi

Bakugou is an extremely animated sleeper.

When Kirishima first moved in, he sort of expected Bakugou to sleep like a rock; an immovable force, and practically dead. But what he gets instead is an extremely moveable force, squirmy and kicky, and quick to wiggle closer to whatever’s warmest near to him. Namely, closer to Kirishima.

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Those Three Words

Summary: Soulmates!AU Dan is just your run-of-the-mill teenager. Well, unless you count the extremely homophobic father, bullies at school and the suicidal tendencies. The day of his sixteenth birthday, Dan has the name of his soulmate etched into his skin, but how long can he hide Philip Michael Lester from his father and avoid the devastating consequences sure to follow?

Word Count: 40.5k (help us)

Or, alternatively, you can read it in chapters 

Warnings: Parental abuse, homophobia, homophobic slurs, self harm, swearing, suicidal thoughts, mental illness, domestic violence (but there’s also tooth-rotting fluff and I don’t know how that goes together)

Beta: The almighty senpai glow cloud (all hail), Their Highness Ella @trxylerhxwellter

Artist: Well… we didn’t “officially” get art but @trxylerhxwellter had five minutes and MS paint and really delivered: X

A/N: Heyo! So this is our PBB fic for 2015. Honestly I can’t even believe I finished it but it was so fucking fun to write this like holy shit. The reason I’m posting so late is that I’m ill and I had to put in all the bold and italic font. I’ll probably split it into chapters after I post this bc it’s hella long but enjoy motherfuckers! 

(Also it feels weird b/c my posting date was Oct 9th and it’s technically Oct 10th where I live >__<)


Daniel James Howell couldn’t sleep, which was fairly normal for him by now, but this was a good kind of not sleeping - the kind that a child has on Christmas Eve, or the night after their tooth fell out. It was the holyshitI’msoexcited kind of not sleeping.

Dan checked the clock that resided on his bedside table.

11:40 pm.

It was the night before Dan’s 16th birthday, the night before he would get to know who his soulmate was - the person who was born for him, and he for them.

His mum told him that at 12am in his 16th birthday, a tattoo would appear somewhere on his body, and that the tattoo would be the name of his soulmate, written with their hand. Dan felt somewhat sorry for the person whose name would appear… if a name appeared…

After all, who would want a boring, suicidal, depressed loser?

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or: Four Times Moana and Maui Surprised the Crowd, and One Time They Did Not

My first shot at a 4-and-1 type gig! I tried to keep these short, but you know my writing, that didn’t end up happening. I think this is like seven thousand words total. Look, my hand just slipped for four hours straight. 

Happy, happy birthday to my dear friend @paperjam-bipper! You’re so old now, you shmuck. Congratulations. Hope you enjoy the gratuitous amounts of fluff I stuck in here, just for you. :) 

Fandom: Moana
Words: 7,400
Category: Gen
Relationship: Moana & Maui

Summary: Four times Moana and Maui surprised the crowd, and one time they did not. 


It’s when the first wave breaks on the deck of their ship that Aronui decides, quite firmly, that she does not like storms.

Even shielded as she is from the worst of the rain by her mother’s sturdy legs and swollen belly, there pellets of water sting against her eyelids, and Aronui has to squint to see the deck of the boat mere feet in front of her. Her hairband was lost long ago to the frenzy of the wind, which whips her hair around her face. When Aronui spares a hand to try and tame it, she ends up nearly ripping off the right half of her head.

“Hard about to port!” shouts a familiar voice, commanding against the fury of the storm.

Aronui looks over to see Moana astride the canoe. Despite the writhing waves that tower around her Moana looks at ease, balanced perfectly atop the edge of her canoe while wrestling with the halyard in both hands. She’s planted at one end of her tiny craft, which sways dangerously in the water, and is somehow using the boat’s instability to clamber up the side and look intently at Kara.

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Blxck Out

OC x Roommate!Taehyung
Length: 2.3k of IDK? 
Recommended OST: (x
Insp: when the power literally went out as I was skyping with @an-exotic-writer and then I stupidly said “wow this could be an AU” and then she answered with “don’t come back till you write it.” : ‘ ) why. won’t. you. let. me. back. in. 

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“In what world is this a good idea Wendy?” you sigh into your text covered paperback, hoping to melt into the parchment along with your sighs of dismay; the current presence of distress causing the space between your eyebrows to narrow and your brain to whirl in nonsensical circles. 

Her devious smirk insinuates much more than her response but she replies nonchalantly, “You need a place to live. So does he. Two people sharing an apartment. Simple.” she looks up over her pocket mirror she’s been using to apply her lipgloss, her grin much too self satisfied to match her capricious tone. “Yes, but that ‘he’ is Kim Taehyung aka the-cutie-from-Art-History-I-never-talked-to-freshman-year (correction: that you still haven’t talked to). You know I’ve had the biggest crush on him for the past year and a half and now you’re asking me to live with him.” 
“The in-between’s aren’t that important.” she hums as her mascara wand comes precariously close to her immaculate eyeshadow she no doubt spent an eternity on. 

“I still don’t know how I agreed to this.” you groan and bury your worries into the deep, dark trenches called busy work and forget about the golden boy who will be within a few feet (max) away from you 24/7.

“In what world is this a good idea Namjoon-hyung?” Taehyung sighs to the older boy, his hands currently busy cutting some aimless pattern onto the sleeve of his sweater. His brows are knitted, his easygoing smile wilting at the corners when he realizes that in two days he’ll have to move into the same house with you. Not that Taehyung dislikes you, if anything it’s the polar opposite: Taehyung is most definitely in too deep with his crush on you. He was intrigued by the shy peeks you sent his way and captured when the dust of rose on your cheeks appeared as he reciprocated.

“Aw kid, why don’t you make the most out of it?” Namjoon sends the younger boy a dimpled smile and a suggestive waggle of his eyebrows which is enough for Taehyung to bang his head against the table. He pauses to digest the information that he’ll be in the same apartment as you and the thought of you, all wrapped up in blankets curled up on the couch, is enough to make Taehyung pick his head up and push it none too gently against the table once more.  

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