and want them to get their due

Mystic Messenger x Teen Titans

Character crossovers and why;

*The Brotherhood = Mint Eye
Main Plot Line: Savior is the leader of Mint Eye. She has a growing obsession with Robyn, to the point of harming those around her. Her obsession is due to her wanting Robyn on her side. The Savior separated brothers Firestar and Unknown, physically tortured/permanently harmed Cyborg and continually sends her minions and, after brainwashing Unknown, him as well, after the other Titans too. Beast Boy has a difficult time seeing Unknown as the bad guy though…knowing there is good in there and works with Firestar to get him back and convince the other Titans to help. Robyn has seen what The Savior has done to all her friends and decides, instead of giving up, to form a team with all of them to fight battles and to win the ultimate battle against Mint Eye, get Unknown back, save the city and take The Savior down.

I’d just like to thank @capri-sun-thief-is-trash for helping me with this AU idea! I couldn’t have done it without them! Also, I’d like to thank @v5ld for drawing everything out for us! They turned out great! I’m so glad to see two of my all time favorite fandoms come together like this! Teen Titans/Mystic Messenger…GO!

Cards Against Hive City 2.0

Hello Citta gamers! Some of you are aware that we have a cards against humanity deck specifically for us, but I think it’s in need of an upgrade. So who better to turn to for help than our members?

If you have any ideas for a call card (black) or response card (white) please give them to us! You can use the askbox for a quick one, or the submit box if you want to give us a bunch! 

Some examples are below, taken from the old deck:

We’ll take anything as long as it relates to your experiences in Hive City, with a few exceptions:

  • Specific muses are not allowed on the cards, no matter how famous/infamous they are (ex. “Kumagawa” or “Getting into a screaming match with Pearl and getting thrown out of Hivebucks.”) However, NPCs and Scientists are okay.
    • A card that says “Getting into a screaming match at Hivebucks.” would be acceptable.
  • Due to the nature of CAH, crude and NSFW submissions will be taken, but are subject to be removed if the mods deem fit.
  • Mean-spirited cards will not be accepted. Keep it silly and crude, but nothing that would make your fellow players feel bad about themselves.

If you have any questions about the project, feel free to ask.

If we get enough responses, I may make a google doc showing what cards have made it in. The deck will be published on cardcast to be used in online CAH games if we get enough submissions from you.

Good luck everyone, and we’d love to hear from you!

- Cittagames Mods

Opposites Attract

In astrology each sign is paired with another sign directly opposite of it. Opposite signs of each other have the qualities they other one lacks.


Aries vs Libra

Aries is a very impulsive sign, they leap before they look and they very rarely stop to think if their actions could hurt somebody else. Opposite of them are Libra’s who overthink all situations. They are extremely indecisive, particularly due to their desire to make everybody happy in the end results.

Taurus vs Scorpio

Taurus are very straight forward signs. They aren’t known to get crazy emotional. They look for comfort and stability in their relationships. Opposite of them are Scorpio’s. Scorpios are deceptive as hell, they never let on what their true intentions are. They also have extremely intense emotions that they are not afraid to show to others.

Gemini vs Sagittarius

Gemini’s are all about their social image. They want to connect with everybody they meet and they want people to like them back. Opposite to them are Sagittarius who are more independent and focused on themselves. They would rather connect to nature and the world than with their friends.

Cancer vs Capricorn

Cancers are hopeless romantics, full of love and affection for others. Whether they like to or not, they let their emotions run wild. Opposite to them are Capricorns who are realists. They tend to suppress their emotions and focus work/goals instead of love.

Leo vs Aquarius

Leo’s are passionate to a fault. They have so much love in their hearts to give to others, but in return they obsess over their social image. Opposite to them are Aquarius who have a harder time showing thier emotions. They care more about their independence than romance or social images.

Virgo vs Pisces

Virgos are all about the facts of life. They’re realists, straight forward, and some what of perfectionists. Opposite to them are Pisces who always have their heads in the clouds. They’re the dreamers and believers. Pisces would rather go with the flow than control the situation.

Aries: Personal planets heavily influence how the Aries energy is expressed in my experience. Some may be introverted, quiet, hardworking and passive whereas others are aggressive, confrontational and loud. Protective of their family and close friends. Will avoid crying in public at all costs. Works hard to maintain an intimidating or “strong” image; they do not want to be considered as weak or emotional. Most Aries tend to have some sort of superiority complex and often look down on their peers. Often make snide remarks.

Taurus: Extremely private people. They’re more than happy to listen to you vent about your problems but will rarely open up completely about theirs. Experts at befriending a plethora of people whilst remaining relatively mysterious. Self-serving. Tends to have a lot of pent-up emotion; whether that be good or bad. Taureans have trouble letting go of failures or mistakes. Highly driven individuals that give in too easily to procrastination and laziness. 

Gemini: Generally able to get along with a wide range of people. This is due to their ability to adapt to their surroundings. May struggle in life with finding somebody who truly understands them due to this. Can be extremely philosophical people. Very intelligent but tend to stretch themselves too thin in regards to the number of interests they have; Gemini’s have trouble allocating 100% attention to 1 thing. Strong desire to be surrounded by people. Most begin to feel restless and agitated if they’re unable to be productive or useful for extended periods of time. 

Cancer: Extremely strong exterior. May only cry or show weakness around close friends and family. Prone to feelings of guilt and shame. In tune with their emotions and thus able to control them very well. Tend to have a somewhat calm and aloof demeanor to them. Can be loud and obnoxious. May use their shortcomings as an excuse to treat others poorly. Intuitive and is able to recognize what people need emotionally. Nurturing and somewhat of a parental figure to those closest to them. 

Leo: Leo’s hold loyalty to an extremely high standard. Have a tendency to walk over those they consider “weak” or befriend and rely on those that are “strong”. Opinionated. High achievers and will always strive to be #1. Extremely competitive in regards to matters they are passionate about. Ambitious and intelligent. May encounter many conflicts in their life due to their personality. Very proud and self-confident individuals; this tends to rub people the wrong way. Can be generous and sacrificial to their loved ones.

Virgo: Most likely to possess a superiority complex; tend to think those around them are incompetent. Strives to be useful to others or feels the best about themselves when they’re helping others. Rarely raises their voice in arguments. Dignified and elegant. Can be extremely condescending. Most often attracted to a clean and crisp type of aesthetic. Relatively formal and businesslike in social interactions; may find it difficult to form meaningful and long-term bonds because of this. Has a tendency to jump to conclusions due to the fact that they overanalyze and think about every minuscule detail. Where 1 aspect of their life is extremely organized, 5 other aspects are chaotic. May become easily overwhelmed by stress or negative emotions such as sadness or anger.

Libra: Extremely charismatic people. Know exactly how to use words to favor themselves. Have a tendency to hold onto emotions and victimize themselves. Often hold pity-parties for themselves and complain about their shortcomings. Can be shallow. Have a great appreciation for beauty. Romantic relationships are generally of great importance to a Libra. Have an inability to gauge the responses of those around them and act according; never know when to shut up. Fairness, justice, and equality are held in high-esteem and will feel exceedingly slighted if they experience some sort of unfairness (more than others). Absolutely detest arguing and want their relations to be civil at all times; may find themselves being walked over by stronger personalities as a result. Due to their intensely conflict-adverse nature, they have the capacity to become passive aggressive or manipulative.

Scorpio: Not nearly as scary or intimidating as some may think. They are however intense in romantic relationships; they want to know everything about you and your past, for you to open up completely to them. Relatively private and secretive. Judgemental. Rather empathetic and painfully emotional individuals underneath. The type to fall hard and quick for somebody. Struggles to accept reality. Gets caught up in their thoughts and convinces themselves that a situation is something that it isn’t. Will always struggle with cutting ties with people; would rather gradually distance themselves from the person than talking about it. 

Sagittarius: Always wanting something more. Very blunt and straightforward people. Strong presence and personality. Intimidating to those who have a “softer” personality. Tend to get along with the opposite gender extremely well. Has strong opinions and is not opposed to sharing them. Very persuasive. Able to maintain a conversation effortlessly. Intelligent and have a great ability to think outside of the box. 

Capricorn: Will always have their own self-interests in mind; selfish. Has high standards of what they expect and can be extremely stubborn. Cannot stand wasting their time. Has a great sense of timing and knows exactly when and when not to say or do something. Patient. Not the most physically affectionate person. May struggle to understand the emotions of others. Much prefer to keep to themselves but have no issue in socializing. Strong opinions. Motivated and knows what to do to achieve their goals. Despises feeling unproductive or lazy and will experience extreme bouts guilt and shame if they become sedentary. 

Aquarius: God-complex. Aren’t afraid to speak their mind. Brutally honest. They will make it abundantly clear when they do not like you. Able to hold an objective opinion on most things. Rarely invest themselves into relationships. May have more acquaintances than close friends. Either a social butterfly or social recluse. Needs social interactions to feel energized. Original and unique; they take pride in this. Will seldom follow trends. Very blunt, detached and aloof. Rarely makes a scene.

Pisces: Have a tendency to soak up the personalities and emotions of those around them due to their empathetic and emotional nature; difficult to describe their true personality or “put into a box” because of this. Have an innate desire to be liked and accepted by their peers. Easily influenced, persuaded or convinced and may be prone to substance abuse due to this. Can be very soft and loving individuals. Value friendships immensely. May find themselves being taken advantage of frequently. Extremely intuitive and perceptive. May appear shy and timid but are generally the polar opposite around those they are comfortable with.

All y'all that love vacationing in the islands better donate because everyone will use these islands as a get away but don’t really give a fuck about the actual people that live there and the children and elderly people and even normal everyday folks that are losing everything and losing family due to people who don’t believe in global warming.

And no I won’t speak about Florida only because everyone wants to forget about the islands and leave not only my family but other people’s families to die because they’re not mainlanders or Americans. So please just fucking donate but not to the Red Cross. Fuck them.

The Dozens of Times Eddie Kapbrak Came Home, and the One Time He Didn’t

(A Story in Sonia’s POV)


–There was the one time Eddie came home angry. Slamming doors, cursing under his breath. I was upset at the language, but more worried he’d catch a little finger, or a toe in the cabinets or doors. I asked why and he pushed me away. He had always been doing that lately. Am I being too much of a worrier? Maybe I am. He’s older now, and doesn’t need me as much. As much as that hurts to admit, seventeen is old enough to be independent. 


–He came home crying again. He’d been doing a lot of that, too. Something was different. He came to me for once. I was selfishly happy, but that left me when I saw him. He had a bruise under his left eye. His lip was cut, and his hands were shaking and red, a sign that he’d had a panic attack again. Those signs used to be foreign to me until he told me those weren’t asthma like I had thought for years. I’d like to think of myself as an almost expert on them now. The only thing hard for me to tell anymore is what might cause them. He has them so often. Eddie comes to me, and sits down, panting. He looks worn down and sad and resigned, as if he’s accepted a heavy fate, or like he was waiting for a piano to fall on him. 

This time when I ask him what’s wrong, he crumbles and starts to cry again. He tells me Henry and his psychopath friends cornered him in the locker room, and roughed him up. He shows me his ribs, and I see red. Partly the dried blood, partly rage. That little freak carved the word “Fag” into Eddie’s little side. It takes everything in me not to take him to the hospital, but Eddie insists he cleaned and dressed it as much as it needed, and it wasn’t deep, no stitches needed. I prayed with everything in me that it wouldn’t scar. When I asked him why they would choose that word, he becomes silent again. He seems to be trying to find the right words to say, and eventually he does. He tells me, stuttering more than the elder Denbrough boy, that it’s because they saw him kissing Richard Tozier. I had nothing to say, and he goes to his room before I could find the right words. I did eventually, over dinner. I tried to make a lighthearted joke, and said he could do better than little Richie Tozier, and that I loved him. He did laugh, but he also cried. This time it was the good way. 


–One time he came home excited, his feet barely touching the ground as he ran upstairs. I called out to him to get the door, but he was down just as fast heading out again. His cheeks are pink and his eyes are bright, and I can’t help but to think that just a few months ago this same boy was crying in shame over what had happened. He was a lot happier in general, due in part I suppose to coming out, but mostly Richard. Richie, Richie this, and Richie that. I almost wanted to tell him I was tired of hearing it, but his happiness wasn’t something I could get tired of. Despite being a trouble maker and a bad mouth, he did take care of Eddie. I did tell him to stop coming home with love marks- unsanitary and shameless little things. I tried not to think about the fact that he still probably got them where I couldn’t see them. He may be an adult next month but he’s still my little angel.

He tells me he’s finally going out on a real date, just the two of them. That they’re going to see a movie, and he tells me not to wait up. I know I’ll try to, but he always manages to come home after I fall asleep. Sneaky little boy. He tells me he’s already left the name, address, and number of the movie theatre on the counter, and that he’ll be with Richie who can be reached as well. I have his number in my Rolodex, as I do his parents, and the rest of his friends- you never know when you might need them. He kisses my cheek and practically skips out to the beat up truck Richard drives. It has a bench seat and the driver seatbelt doesn’t work most of the time, and I cringe thinking about Richie just sitting on it so he doesn’t get a ticket for not actually wearing it. Eddie promised me he’d never drive it, so at least there’s that. 


–He came home today, silent. It’s almost worse when he does that instead of crying. Eddie was pale, and he had dark circles under his eyes. I asked if he was okay, and he just stares at me. It feels like an eternity when he opens and says “The school won’t let Richie and I go to prom together… They said if we showed up they’d kick us out.” His voice sounds so fragile and small, like he doesn’t feel like a real person. I’m furious. I tell him I’ll call the school, but he begs me not to. He says it’s okay, he knew it would happen, that this is just the way things are. I, however, will not stand this. As soon as he goes to his room, I call his principle. I can’t remember exactly what I said, though I am equal parts embarrassed and proud to have used foul language in place of his name. “Mr. Shitstain” and I came to an agreement that they may attend as long as they are within a larger group. He will not allow them to have couple’s pictures, but he did reluctantly allow that they dance together. I tell Eddie in the morning and he cries and hugs me. He goes to Richie to give him good news. 


–He comes home after prom with a photo- the whole group is in it, all holding a sign that says “Loser’s Club”. I cringed at the name, but they chose it for themselves years ago. Eddie and Richie are next to each other, and I suppress an eye roll that Richard had ripped open his shirt to reveal an exclamation point painted on his pale abdomen at the last moment. The picture is slightly blurred, and Eddie confirms my theory when he laughs and says the camera guy was startled and tried to lunge at Richard to put all of his clothes back on. Despite this, I see the stars in his eyes. He is happy, so I am happy. 


–Lately he’s been coming home with heaps of papers, college letters, essays, SATs, tests. I try not to think about him leaving. I turn up the volume on the TV or the radio when he uses the phone to talk to his friends about it. It hurts and he knows it hurts. I’ve never been good at not worrying. This goes on for weeks. I fail to keep my tears in when he’s at school or out with friends, but at the same time, I’m immensely proud. He’s such a good boy. 


–This time he comes home, and he doesn’t say a word, and I can’t see him from the kitchen but I know something is wrong. His feet are dragging and his breathing sounds funny. I drop the spoon into the soup when I hear a crash. He’s laying on the floor and crying. Despite him being curled up in a ball I can see he’s covered in bruises and cuts, and bleeding badly. I try not to scream but when I rush to him I can’t hold it, he’s been cut up badly again, more words carved into his soft belly and his thighs. I can see the word “Queer” seeping through his khaki pantleg as he sobs. This time, he does need stitches. In many places. The only thing he says to me from the hospital bed is that he is oh so tired of this town. Richard never leaves his side, growling at anyone who causes him pain or wakes him up, like a wild animal. I’ve decided that I am incredibly grateful that he is who he is. 

He’s in the hospital for three days. Night one was cleaning and stitching and recounting what happened. The police had been called to file a report. He hesitantly confesses that Henry, Patrick, and the other cretins did this to him. Chief Bowers is red with rage. I hear him in the hallway calling my son a “flamer” but that his boy was “going to get it”. This is the first and only time I’ve yelled at a cop. Richie laughs and holds up his hand for a high five, something I wouldn’t usually reciprocate, but tonight is a night of firsts. Night two was observation and tests to see how bad the internal injuries might be. He has a concussion, but they found no internal damage aside from bruises and a cracked rib. They send him home wrapped in Ace bandages and taped up like Richard’s glasses. That night he tells me he needs to leave, that he can’t take this anymore. I’m angry, and admittedly irrational. We do not speak to each other for a week. 


–When we speak again, he walks in the door with Richie, William, and Michael. Out of his friends, Michael is my favorite despite where he lives being so messy. He brings me flowers and fresh fruits and vegetables. He washes them himself, but only once he gets here so I can see it. He’s a very well mannered and intelligent man. William is wonderful too, but I feel guilt in having trouble understanding him, and he has a habit of talking with his mouth full. He’s not as messy as Richard, so at least there is that. Eddie has healed nicely so far, most of the stitches are out already, and the scars he has, though sadly legible, are hidden under clothes. His lip and eyebrow have small scars, but they are hard to notice. The boys have folded boxes in their hands. I knew this was coming, but I still couldn’t bear it. I stubbornly told him I wouldn’t help him, and that I wouldn’t watch him either. He only nods his head, looking down. 

They pack up his belongings, and I step out into the yard, smoking my first cigarette in years. I swiped one from the Marsh girl months ago, when Eddie was starting to talk about college. I thought that was the worst, but this hurts more. He’s leaving too soon, and I can’t stop him. He promised me he’d finish high school, and go to college, but that he would not live here, in Derry. Because we weren’t completely speaking, I have no idea where he’s moving, and now I’m too embarrassed to ask. When I go back inside, William hands me a piece of paper, his handwriting surprisingly neat, with Eddie’s address, and number. He was moving just outside of the city, into the matchbox apartments. With Richard. I can’t help it. When he walks out of the front door with his things, he kisses my cheek. I can’t help it. When the car drives away, their silhouettes in the windshield. I can’t help it. I sit down on the porch, and I begin to cry. I can’t help it. 


–He doesn’t come in the door anymore. Not the way he used to. No angry slams, no excited pops as the door hits the wall. No silent entries when he’s tired. No little footsteps. He doesn’t come home. He visits, sometimes with Richard, and with his friends. He calls frequently, too. He’s a good boy. Time passes, and he came to visit after graduation. He got accepted to a college in Maine. I try to hide how happy that makes me. I promise I won’t go to the dorms too much. He and Richie talk about their lease ending and moving on campus. His little group of friends are trying their best to stick together. They all got accepted to the same school, and will try to attend until their majors take them elsewhere. It’s nice knowing that he’ll have so many friends. 

He doesn’t come home, but he visits. Holidays he even stays in his old room. Sometimes. Other times he stays with William in his new house, just down the street from mine. Sometimes they visit Richie’s parents, or Michael’s farm. It’s a lot like it used to be, but it isn’t the same. I know it never will be, and while I’m sad, I’m happy too. He doesn’t come home, but he gets married in the same church I was married in. They make the paper as the first same sex couple to get married in Derry. Someone booed them as they walked to their car, but before anyone said anything, Richard flipped them off. I don’t tell Eddie, but I caught it on camera. It’s framed in my room, shameful but endearing. He doesn’t come home, but he visits often, asking for advice. We’ll have lunch together and talk about stain removal, and he’s picked up cross stitching for Richard’s anniversary gift. He’s going to make a sign that says “Tozier-Kaspbrak” for their sitting room. 


He doesn’t come home, but he visits often. Many times with Richard, and even more happily with their new daughter. I’ve always wanted a daughter, so I spoil her rotten. I try not to be so overbearing as I was with Eddie. I know it had the wrong impression on him, and I don’t want her to feel the same. I give her sweets when they aren’t looking, and I teach her all about keeping a good home, and let her watch football with me when they need a babysitter. Eddie doesn’t know, but sports are a guilty pleasure of mine. I want her well rounded, too- to know that girls can like whatever they please. Her name is Amelia Isabelle, and she grows so fast. He doesn’t come home anymore, not like he used to. And I’m so, so grateful. He’s leading a good and proud life, and I’ve never been more proud to be the mother of Edward Tozier-Kaspbrak. He doesn’t come anymore, but when he visits, it’s like he never left at all. I’ve lived a good little life, I feel.



“Sonia Kaspbrak, 65, passed in her sleep in her home of Derry, Maine. Natural causes. She leaves her son, son-in-law, and granddaughter. Funeral to be held this Saturday, July 17th at the First Church of Derry. She will be fondly remembered by all who knew her. Everyone is welcome to attend the open service ceremony being held to celebrate her life. 
Thank you, 
Richard Tozier-Kaspbrak”

Walking Out During Fight~BTS Scenario

I love freaking angst, tell me if I should do a part 2 or not.

Masterlist

Jin

Originally posted by bwiseoks

“Y/n!” His voice echos through the wall, it made you jump from the spot you were at on your bed. Your hair a slight mess from against the pillow, and your eyes puffy from how tried you have been. Your job had been pushing you and pushing you leading to late nights and longs mornings.

“Yes Jin?” You call out following where his voice was, as you step into the kitchen he looks around. Dishes piled up making you tilit you head. swearing you had done them.

“What is this?” He asks pointing to the mess of the kitchen you frown as your hand reachs to run through your hair.“You have one job, one that I plead is just with you to do the dishes. Just to clean them so when I get home I can make dinner.”

“Jin, I’m sorry I swear I did. Okay I’ll do them now. Okay?” You grumble going to the sink only making him slam his hand down onto the counter

“That’s not the fucking point Y/n! I wanted them done before I got home, from a long day at the studio. Being an idol is not easy Y/n. So I can make you and I dinner. But you know your lazy ass doesn’t even kn-”

“Lazy! I’m lazy?! I work 12 hour shifts daily and the past week over time due to my company and another company joining and us being under fucking stafed. So sorry Jin, I get that being an idol is hard but it’s not the only tiring job out there!” You push past him, and walk to the door, your hand pulling shoes over your feet.

“Y/n!” He yells after you a worried look on his face.

“Nope.” You grumble opening and slamming the door walking away.


Suga

Originally posted by dreamyoongi

“No Yoongi it isn’t like you have a girlfriend.” You grumble under your breath, his head snaps to you with a raised eyebrow. He had been working in BTS comback none stop which is perfectly fine. But now that ‘Her’ is out you believed he would’ve slowed down and actually spend time at home, with you. But here he was sitting at his computer, his fingers typing away and you sitting on the couch picking your at your fingernails.

“What was that?” He grumbles making me glare as you look back at him.

“What do you think?” You snapped making him spin around in his chair and look at you.

“I’m working. You understand that, don’t you?” He pleaded with you, his eyes looking at yours as you shrugged. “Y/n, come on,you know this is important to me!”

“So happy to know where I stand.” You mumble standing up, opening the door you hear his chair fall onto the ground.

“You walk out I swear to go-”

“Isn’t like your home at all to come through with your threat. So their just like your promise, empty and full of lies.”


J-Hope

Originally posted by boo-t-s

You had been waiting for him to come home from practice, which should’ve ended an hour ago. Which ut did due to the group chat blowing up with memes and lame jokes from Jungkook and Jin. But you sunshine still has not come bounding through the door, and when he did he was sweating his hair sticking to his forehead. “Hobi where were you?” You question him, his dark eyes look at you then to the floor. His dance bag dropping to the floor as he shrugs.

“Practice,Y/n.” He mumbled his body moving past yours, your grew worried when he bumped into you and winced. “Fuck.”

“Oh honey, let me he-” he cut you off with a growl, his eyes holding a cold glare at you.

“No, I don’t need help. With my dance, or with anything. God just leave me the fuck alone.”

“I just wanted to help.” You whisper ,your head bowing making him scoff.

“Just go away god!” His eyes watch you, a cold stare making a shiver run through your body.

“Fine.” You numble turn on your heel, and walking out the door slamming it behind you.

Rap Monster

Originally posted by slapmon

Spinning around in his work chair you couldn’t help but click your tongue. He was busy with memorizing the lyrics and you thought bringing him dinner would be a nice Jester since he probably wouldn’t be coming home. But before you had grabbed you things to join him, he texted the grop cjat, with you in it and was ranting about how needed space, the boy didnt even hint at him typing and sending it to the group chat with you in it. So it was no surprise when he came into his studio his face went fom joyfuy and full of excitement do confusion and annoyance.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, when you grabbed the bag of food, a single boxof rice and some pork and tossed veggies his smile grew again. “Oh, thank you babe.” You smile at him then grab another bag.

“Change of clothes, blanket, some shampoo and bathing stuff so you don’t have to steal Suga-oppas, a few notebooks.” His eues widen as you stand up.

“Your not staying?"his question made you raise your eyebrow at him.

"Do you want me to?” His face fellll as he shook his head no. 'The why ask?“

"Because you usally do, and I was hoping you werent because I love you but Ive fel-”

“Sufficated? Trapped, yesh I know, wrong group chat by the way.” Your words made his eyes widen as he went to grab your hand.

“You wer-”

“I know, but I did.” You whisper made his step back as you push past him

“I love you.” He mumbled making a tears fall.

“Do you love being with me though.” And you walked out his studio making his heart break.

Jimin

Originally posted by jimiyoong

“Jimin just stop!” You snapped as he tried to push himself to workout, his body falling to the ground. That dudnt even stop him, his eyes glare at you as he stand and starts to do it again. “You know what fine, faint for exhaustion and dehydration for all I care!”

“Can you support me for once?!” He growls stopping his body turning to you as he limped over the sorness of his muscles finally getting to him.

“Not when your destroying yourself. God Park Jimin.” You say as he stands in front of you.

“I’m not destroying myself, you’re just holding me back!” At this you turn on your heel and walk out making him go and try to chace after you onlynto fall to the ground calling for you.

V

Originally posted by mvssmedia

“Stop being a child!” Your voice screamed at him, his body sitting down on your shared bed. He had chosen to hide you cell phone and laptop which you needed due to a very important project you were doing in s group.

“Baby I gave them back don’t be all pissy about it.” His words made you roll your eyes as you cross your arms.

“I couldve been done with my part, and spent the rest of the night with you and actually get some sleep. But you had to be a little brat and waste all of my time!” He let’s out a laugh quickly covering it up with a cough. You scoff and turn around and walk out of the room.

“Now who’s being a child!”

“At least I know when to stop being one!” And slam with the front door echoing in his ears.

Jungkook

Originally posted by 7bboys

“Can you not be a child for once.” He snaps making you jump back,the rest of the boys looking at him with wide eyes.

“Kook she was just laughing.” Jin spoke putting a hand on your back. Jungkook rolled his eyes and turned back to his video game.

“Yeah, I know. It’s her trying to be cite laugh and it-”

“Shut up Jeon Jungkook.” You snap, crossing your arms, your lower lip jutting out naturally.

“See now you’re doing the stupid pouty lip thing.” He grumbled making you glare at him, he rolls his eyes at you pausing his game.

“Piss off you asshole.” You say standing ip, his eyes watching as you walk out of the dorms.



Part 2 is split up in two parts {Vocal Line} {Rap line}

My entire life has been around the “all or nothing” type mindset. Either I’m completely blinded by my past trauma or I act like it didn’t happen and doesn’t affect me now. It also affects my work. If I’m late once and if I’m worried about my managers yelling at me, my first thought is to just quit my job so I don’t have to go through being yelled at (even if I’m not sure I will get in trouble). If I get into a minor disagreement with a friend, I try to avoid them at all costs because I don’t want to disagree with them again. Its all about protecting myself from future bad experiences that I’m not even sure will happen. Im a very unstable person due to my mental illness.

I just wanted to highlight one of my favorite moments from the Fan Expo panel which was when the moderator revealed that Dom was playing Ell and the internal freak outs that pursued due to none of them knowing that this was an allowed spoiler lol.

Elise’s “ooooh boy” face and then looking over at Steph.

Natasha’s “trying to play it cool” stoic reaction.

which then leads to them both visibly freaking out and confused

and then finally looking over at Steph for confirmation and getting the okay from her that this was a planned reveal lol.


Perhaps next time it’s probably best to inform your actors about big reveals that will be dropped for the film lol!..but then again we wouldn’t get hilarious reactions like this.

So maybe don’t lmao.

things i wanna talk about but can’t articulate

- if a female teacher/authority figure/adult seduces a male teen, it’s statutory rape, same as a male doing it to a female student. that double standard is nasty as fuck, and you can’t excuse it as ‘well, what teenage boy wouldn’t want to have sex with his teacher?’

- stop hitting men, ladies. or, stop hitting them first and expect not to get hit back. it’s self defense at a certain point. punching a man and saying ‘why’d you hit back?! you’re bigger than me, asshole!’ is just…scummy. nasty. wrong. you’re taking advantage of the fact that 9/10 times, responding officers will take your side due to the fact that you’re a female.

- poking holes in condoms in order to ‘lock your man down’ isn’t okay?! neither is faking pregnancy tests or asking for money for an abortion that you don’t even need. it’s just so wrong, and distasteful, and we need to stop glorifying this kind of behavior.

- don’t falsely accuse men of rape. it happens so often that it’s sickening. don’t take advantage of a jury’s empathy, and don’t ruin an innocent man’s life! not to mention playing with the emotions of your loved ones and his loved ones.


don’t call me out on whatever i tag this as, i just want people to see this post tbh

BTS Reaction to Them Being Insecure Before Getting Intimate

GENRE: really fluffy & a tad angsty

WARNINGS: insecurities

REQUESTED: yes

A/N: i got a lil carried away, but i hope you enjoy! sorry if it’s not exactly what you wanted at times! enjoy!

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JIN


You reached for Jin’s top button of his shirt, and his breathing hitched. You stopped immediately, feeling as if you did something wrong. You opened your mouth to speak, but soon shut it as Jin’s large hands were placed on top of yours. You locked your eyes with his, and you noticed how zoned out he seemed. You felt your heart ache as you two stood there, wanting to know what was wrong. Jin had never stopped you, and you had never stopped him.

“The managers told me that I need to lose some weight. They want me to cut my diet down, so that’s why I’ve been cooking more healthy foods for us… I still feel as if I am not up to their standards. If they feel that way, you must too. I feel as if you will leave me if I don’t thin up.” Jin spoke quietly, only loud enough for you to hear. You lowered your hands from his chest, feeling tears welling up in your eyes. “Y/N, it’s not that big of a deal; I’ll just keep my shirt on if that’s alright—”

“Jin, you’re so small,” you croaked out, not understanding why he was seen as anything less than perfection. Jin shook his head as he placed his hands on your cheeks. He looked you in the eye, seeing the pain that those words had caused you. You couldn’t imagine being in his spot and being told that. “Please don’t lose weight, Jinnie. I don’t want to see you in an unhealthy place. If you lose weight you'll—”

“I love you,” Jin interrupted. Jin wiped the tears that left your eyes with the pad of his thumb. He nodded at you, not needing to hear the rest of what you had to say. He knew what his baby wanted, and that was the healthy version of him. “I’ll talk to them, okay? I’m sorry I brought it up.” Jin smiled faintly before connecting his lips to yours again. The returned feeling made your heart beat out of joy instead of sorrow. Jin reached his hands down to yours, placing them on his chest again.


YOONGI ( SUGA )


Yoongi’s hands would be on your thighs as you straddled him, his lips on the crook of your neck. You were already down to just your underwear, yet he was still fully dressed. Lowering your hands down to the hem of his shirt, Yoongi’s eyelids fluttered open. His eyelashes tickled your neck, and you stopped yourself there. Usually he would just help you remove his shirt, not wanting to wait much longer. This time, he removed his lips from you.

“Yoongi, did I do something?” You asked, looking him in the eye.

“N– no, you’re… you’re great,” Yoongi breathed. You could hear the pain in his voice as he took your hands in his. You would have gotten off his lap, but he held you close so you wouldn’t. He didn’t want you to leave him. “I just haven’t been with you enough. I’m always away working, and we rarely have nights like this where it’s just us.” Yoongi was never good at expressing himself, but neither were you. “I… I don’t know if I’ll be able to give you what you want.”

“Yoongi,” you squinted your eyes at him. He let out a small sigh, leaning back in the office chair you both resided on. You saw the pain in his eyes as he held onto your hands, rubbing his thumb over your skin. “Time doesn’t change how I feel about you. I don’t care if we both don’t feel satisfied; I just want to be with you. I would be just as happy sleeping with your arms locked around me.” Yoongi nodded. “Plus, name one time we did not receive a noise complaint from my neighbors or the boys.”

Yoongi chuckled, “never.”


HOSEOK ( JHOPE )


Hoseok smiled as the two of you sat on your shared bed. He had just thrown your shirt to the floor, and so far everything seemed picture perfect. Hoseok picked you up and placed you on his lap, your cheeks reddening as he did so. He loved seeing the impact he had on you, and you could help but let out a soft giggle as he tapped his fingertips against the small of your back. He grinned against your collarbones at the sound, closing his eyes. You reached down for the hem of his shirt, slowly pulling it up to tease Hobi. He kissed your collarbones.

“My stomach is kind of fat right now jagi,” Hobi stated, making you stop. You could tell with the tone in his voice that he was unhappy with his body. You could see no imperfections, and his words had surprised you. You had seen him shirtless this morning when he got out of the shower, and his abs were definitely there. Even if they weren’t, you didn’t care. Hoseok was Hoseok no matter his body, and you would love him anyway. “Baby?”

“You’re not fat,” you mumbled. Hoseok sighed softly as he lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours. He smiled at you, glancing down at your lips. “If you think you are, then you shouldn’t. Hoseok, I don’t see where you got that idea at all! I saw your abs this morning when you were getting ready. I can feel the muscles in your back!”

“You always used to praise me for my figure, and you no longer do,” Hoseok explained. You rolled your eyes.

“I thought you got bored of the same compliments I gave out,” you pressed your nose against Hobi’s. He smiled, knowing you didn’t mean to hurt him. He was beautiful no matter his size, and you didn’t have to vocalize that. “If you need me to, I’ll tell you every second of the day how much I love you. I’ll say all of the words that will change your mind. I will kiss you and assure you that your abs now are far better than what they were. Want to know why they’re better?”

“Because they’re mine, and I love them too,” Hoseok finished with what you had planned to say. You giggled, nodding. He grinned widely before throwing his shirt off, placing his lips on yours.


NAMJOON ( RAP MONSTER )


Namjoon had not been in the best mood lately, due to the constant spotlight on the two of you. Because both of you are idols, you both get hate from either sides. His seemed to be more intense than yours, and he understood why. You were gorgeous, with hair that always seemed to flow effortlessly, and a body that could stun anyone. He was lucky to call you his, and he knew you felt the same about him. You constantly told Namjoon how much you adored him, but times like this he forgot.

The words repeated in his mind as he had you pinned against the wall of your room. Your hands were tangled in his hair, which had always been his weakness. With your back arched, his only desire was to have your body covered with his kisses. He reached around to your back and began unzipping your dress, noticing how the fabric loosened on you. He placed his lips on your shoulders as he slid the straps of your dress off, allowing the fabric to fall to the floor.

You placed your hands at the waistband of his jeans, holding Namjoon close to you by his belt loops. You unbuckled his jeans, and he slid off the hoodie that he wore. You wrapped your arms around his neck with a smile, your lips connecting again. With your body pressed against his, Namjoon couldn’t help but smile. You were his everything, and he could feel your love whenever you were around. The words began to replay again, and he slowed his kiss down. You knew something was up, being able to tell easily with Namjoon.

“I love you,” you breathed as you looked Namjoon in the eye. You smiled, feeling his fingertips tap on your lower back. The words seemed to disappear with you standing in front of him. You didn’t know why he was upset, but you knew he was. Namjoon wasn’t an open book, but he had a few ripped pages on the floor. If you had to guess, it was the attention constantly on the two of you. “I wouldn’t want anyone else, Joon. I’m the lucky one, and you shouldn’t feel insecure about yourself.”

“I love you too, baby,” Namjoon smiled, and he meant every syllable.


JIMIN


You woke up early one morning, not feeling the warmth that Jimin produced beside you. Squinting your eyes open, you could vaguely see Jimin standing in the bathroom you shared. He had practice, and you knew that he got up early to get ready. He didn’t notice that you had woken up, and you watched as he pinched the skin on his stomach. He carried a frown, clearly unhappy with the skin on his stomach. He only wore a towel covering his lower half, and you knew he had just showered. He let out a sigh, running his hand through his wet hair.

“Chim, you’re not—”

“Ah,” Jimin turned around swiftly to face you. He must have saw the displeased expression on your face, because he looked down at his feet. You wanted to burst into tears then, begging for Jimin to never do that again. He self-consciously wrapped his arms around his stomach. “I was supposed to leave a few minutes ago.”

“Why haven’t you then?” You asked, sitting up. He frowned, turning towards the bathroom mirror, his back to you. You could see his muscles on his back, and you didn’t understand. “Jimin, you are tiny. What you were pinching is skin, and last time I checked, everyone has it. You don’t need to stress, oppa. I have that too.” Jimin nodded, sniffling. He turned around to face you, clearly feeling terrible now. “I love you, Jiminie.”

“I’m sorry,” a tear slipped down his cheek as he rushed towards you. Jimin sat down beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You hugged him tightly, kissing his bare shoulder. “You’re perfect, and I am doing what I hate you doing. You’re so beautiful, Y/N, and I’m sorry that we both are being stupid and ignoring each other’s words. I love you more than the stars in the sky, and I promise to never make you feel sad like that again.”

You then realized that you had been crying.


TAEHYUNG ( V )


Tae loved you more than anything else in his life, and he’d give up everything for you. Because of that, he often felt as if he was not good enough to be with you. He felt as if you were the most unique and fascinating person in the entire universe, and he felt lesser of himself. Whenever it came to taking any clothes off around you, he did not feel comfortable. It only got worse as your relationship hit the one year anniversary mark, and the two of you had yet to ever undress in front of each other. He wasn’t alone with his insecurities, because you felt the same.

“Tae,” you greeted him as he stood in the kitchen eating leftovers. You wrapped your arms around his waist, and his heart started beating. You two were never a pair that did much skinship besides loose cuddling. You both often wished that you had done more, but you couldn’t help it. Clinging onto Tae, that was probably the closest you had ever been to him your entire relationship, including when you two were just friends. “Good morning.”

“M– morning,” Tae stuttered, placing his free hand on top of your hands. “Do you want the rest of this? We can go get something to eat if you’d like. Or, I could ask Jin to make something for you.” Taehyung spoke quickly, clearly wanting you to let go of his waist. You took the hint, removing your arms from him. He immediately felt guilty after seeing your expression. You loved him, and he knew that you didn’t see anything wrong with him. “Baby.”

“Taehyung,” you breathed unsteadily. He saw tears brimming in your stunning eyes, and he quickly wrapped his arms around you. He shushed you before you could say anything, feeling your hands grip onto the fabric of his shirt. You didn’t want to hug him back, fearing that he would feel awful about himself again. “I’m sorry. You’re absolutely perfect and I don’t understand why you are insecure. I’m sorry I made you feel bad about yourself…”

“Shh,” Taehyung breathed. “I’ll ease up, but that means you have to too, okay?” Taehyung spoke softly, and you nodded faintly. It would be hard to get out of your habits, but you had Tae with you. “You’re the most amazing and incredible creature, and I love you, baby.”


JEONGGUK


A smile would be on your face as you sat on Kook’s lap. It would not be the first heated makeout session between you two, but this one seemed to last a lot longer than the others. He held onto your hips, his hands under the fabric of your shirt. You would lower your hands down to the hem of his shirt, knowing what was on both of your minds. You had been together for eight months, and nothing had come out of it yet. Today that would change, or at least you thought so.

“Babe,” Jungkook breathed as you broken away from him. You quickly removed your hands, knowing he was uncomfortable. Jungkook held onto your hips still, letting out a sigh. “I don’t have much experience… I don’t see why you’re the one always initiating this, because you can probably tell I’m not as good as—”

“Jungkook,” you interrupted. He tilted his head, confused. You would smile, placing your hands on either sides of his face. You would kiss the tip of his nose, a blush appearing on his cheeks. “I don’t care if you aren’t experienced. I want to be with you, and I know that you’re great already. You’re more experienced than me, so I should be the one talking about not being any good.” Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head.

“You always find a way to boost my confidence,” Jungkook stated. He took your hands in his and placed them on the hem of his shirt. “I love you.”

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Rec Post: Natsume Yuujinchou

Okay guys i just…i love Natsume Yuujinchou/Natsume’s Book of Friends so much. SO MUCH. It has touched my heart SO DEEPLY and is now one of my top five anime, so i am making one of those overly long overenthusiastic rec posts with tons of gifs in an attempt to impart on you all why it is a thing you should watch.

Basic premise: A teenage boy, Natsume Takashi,  has the rare ability to see otherworldly beings (youkai), who range from violent and dangerous to relatively friendly, but are often very startling when they show up regardless. Natsume was orphaned at a young age and passed around among his relatives, who all considered him a liar and troublemaker because he claimed to see all these things they couldn’t. He often faced abuse and neglect from his guardians and bullying and alienation from his peers.

Natsume has at long last found a kind foster family to live with, but he’s having a very hard time adjusting to the idea that people care about him now and he struggles a lot with the trauma and scars his past has left him with. 

What’s more, he’s in inherited a strange book from his deceased grandmother, Natsume Reiko, who he discovers could also see youkai. She would often get in fights with youkai and win due to her strong spiritual power and cunning nature. After she won, she’d make the youkai sign their names in what she called her “book of friends” and bind them to her in servitude. Now Natsume has the power to control these youkai, which makes a lot of youkai want to kill him and steal the book from him.

Natsume decides he will give the youkai back their names and release them from their servitude. In the process, he learns a lot about his grandmother, himself and the youkai world in general.

His companion during these adventures is Madara, a poweful youkai who was sealed in a maneki-neko, or “lucky cat”, statue. Because of this, he takes the form of a very rotund cat most of the time, though his true and most powerful form is kinda wolf-like.

 However, he acts like a cat more than anything else, despite his protests to contrary. He can be seen eating a lot, lazing around, chasing grasshoppers and sunbathing. Natsume has therefore dubbed him “Nyanko-sensei”. Nyanko-sensei knew Natsume’s grandmother. He has a deal with Natsume that he’ll act as his bodyguard against violent youkai in exchange for getting whatever’s left of the book of friends when Natsume dies. He lives with Natsume as the family cat and the relationship between the two grows and deepens as the show goes on. 

Natsume Yuujinchou is a beautiful anime about healing from trauma, growing as a person and connecting with those around you. I’ve heard it described as “like a warm hug” and I can’t think of anything more accurate. I often feel like it helps me heal from my own wounds. The main character is a total sweetheart, most of the characters are lovely and the beauty of the world the show takes place in is astounding. There’s tension and conflict a plenty, as well as complexity, but the show is really mostly about growth and love. There’s absolutely no gross fanservice or tropey, shady bullshit to be found here. This anime is heartfelt, gentle and emotional in the best way. It starts a little slow and does keep up a very relaxed pace throughout, but I’m telling you, I have cried plenty and been moved deeply by it many times. 

The whole thing is available on Crunchyroll.

Now under the cut, some awesome gifs and pics demonstrating all the cool things you can expect from Natsume Yuujinchou:

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Heads up, Miraculers

Okay, this is not venting, just something I’ve been wanting to say for a while.

So recently I’ve been getting a few complaints that I have ‘taken’ other people’s posts, when actually that isn’t the case.

Normally, what I post comes from search results on Google, and most of them does not link to other people’s tumblr blogs, with a few exceptions, of course. And those exceptions I have taken them off my blog due to polite requests.

I have NOT knowingly searched people’s blogs and taken their posts to claim as my own. If I post a gif and it just so happens to be yours, please do not get salty. How am I supposed to know that what I search ends up to be one of yours? I know, ignorance isn’t bliss, but come on. I don’t have the luxury to be making gifs of my own, thus why I look for some on Google Images.

So, heads up, Miraculous bloggers. If one of my gifs turns out to be yours, know that I did not take it from you. If you want, you can send me a message about which one is yours, and I will gladly edit my post to credit you. No problemo.

We should all have a right to anything and everything Miraculous.

Besides fan art. I mean, I wouldn’t take someone else’s art. I’d feel hella pissed if someone took my work and posed it as their own.

Anyways, keep on being Miraculous!~

- miraculousadrienette 💕

P.S. i really hope i don’t get yelled at for this xD

How Each MBTI Deals with Drama

(this is based on my experiences lmao don’t kill me if its not 100% accurate)

ENTJ, INTJ: Either doesn’t have time for that shit because school is more important OR completely fucks up people’s lives cuz…. fun.

INTP: Either doesn’t give a rats ass OR low-key makes a plan to fuck shit up

ENTP: Is involved in the drama but honestly doesn’t give a fuck how it turns out

ESTP: Reallyyyyy doesn’t give a fuck but might ocationally just sit back and watch how shit goes down

ESFP: Might be near/be the center of the drama and either tries to sort things out or just slowly fucks shit up due to their attitude 

ISFP: Also might be near the center of attention and inevitably gets fucked over but still finds a way to rise on top of it.

ESTJ, ENFJ: Probably in the center of the drama just fucking things up like always lmao

INFP: Is also involved but either falls into depression because all the drama got to them OR gets adrenaline for like 5 minutes and roasts the fuck out of everyone who ever did them wrong

ENFP: Involved in drama due to their friendships, tries to work things out for a while but if shit gets too deep they FUCKK things up cuz they low-key want to.

ISFJ, INFJ: Is too mature for it and just tries to sort things out

ESFJ: Doesn’t care just wants to have fun (but if u fuck with the ESFJ they’ll fuck you over using all of his/her friendships)

ISTP, ISTJ: Gives less fucks of all, probably studying or doing whatever ISTJ/Ps do (sorry I am an ENFP idk what u guys do lmao

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Message: Hey guys sorry I left for like a shit ton of months, mmm I might be comming back, idk, just did this cuz I was bored so…… like and comment and repost lmao :)

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Crazy In Love

Originally posted by alex-norma

pairings: stiles x reader; lydia x reader.

warnings: fingering, masturbation (female and male receiving), oral sex (female and male receiving), sex, cursing, slightly daddy kink and mostly NSFW +18. if you’re under eighteen, don’t tell your parents.

a/n: well, this was a first, so I truly hope y'all enjoy it!

word count: 5,2k+


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baby

lookie lookie at who wrote something finally lmao 

sorry if this is super confusing and sucks i tried lol also the little line in the middle indicates a POV change :) 

please please please let me know what you think! <3 


You sighed, tossing another baby magazine into the growing pile. All day you’ve been busy planning your older sister’s baby shower, it was now at least 6pm and you were beyond tired. You had to plan the whole thing along with your sister’s best friend, but she wasn’t doing much when it came to planning. She was more involved in deciding what kind of cake to get. Deciding you had enough of looking at baby decorations for the day, you neatly cleaned up the mess you created on the kitchen island and packed it all away in the corner. Since Shawn was going to be home soon you thought getting started on dinner would be a good idea. The poor boy is usually starving by the time he gets home from the studio and can usually eat a horse.

As you began preparing the ingredients for tonight’s dinner you couldn’t help but think about what it would be like if you and Shawn had a baby of your own. Shawn’s always loved kids and so have you so you always assumed you were going to have kids one day but you’ve been married for a few years now and neither of you have brought the topic up. Shawn was always busy though so you never really had time to talk about it. All the planning you’ve been doing for the past few days has made your baby fever go through the roof, all you could think about was a tiny human being that was half you and half Shawn.

Maybe it was time to bring up the topic to Shawn, you wouldn’t say much, you would just casually mention that you want a baby, or that you want a baby in the future. You decided on telling him over dinner even though you were nervous to see how he would react. Would he want a baby now? Maybe he doesn’t even want kids and you were going to be stuck with baby fever for life. You were sure he wanted kids though and you’ve seen the way he acted around his little cousins and your little niece, he absolutely adored them. He would make a great dad.

You heard the door close from your spot on the comfy sectional couch you bought a few months ago meaning Shawn was finally home. It was almost 7pm now and he was at the studio since before you even woke up, he was probably exhausted.

Your suspicions were correct when Shawn entered the living room and collapsed right on top of you, his arms wrapped around your torso and he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, letting out the biggest sigh you’ve ever heard.

“Bad day?” you asked, letting your hands run through his messy hair, earning another content sigh.

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Bullies Be Gone Pennywise x Reader

Pennywise x Reader

Requester: anonymous

Prompt: (You can totally ignore this) can you write a pennywise/reader where the reader gets bullied constantly for being a student who was held back but can hide it well agaisnt penny (they are really close) but he still notices something up so he decides to spy on and finds out all the bulling. You can end it however you want ^^ thank you in advance

Warning: Bullying 

Note: Enjoy! 

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Originally posted by thepumpkinqueenn

Originally posted by bibliosana

Pennywise noticed it once again.

Every time he came to visit recently something had been off about you. Wether it was your smile or something deeper Pennywise just couldn’t put his finger on it. He couldn’t even tell if you were hiding something from him.

Today however when he came to visit he noticed you were looking at a few bruises decorating your arm. He gently tapped on the window and you looked over surprised before yanking your sleeve down and walking over to the window.

You knelt on the bed as you threw open your window letting the clown climb in.

“Hey Penny what’s up?” You asked.

The usual excitement and happiness in your voice seemed to not be there.

“Well…not much really. How was school?”

That seemed to be the wrong thing to ask and you avoided eye contact by looking down at the ground. Pennywise knew you were self conscious because you had to stay back a grade in 1st due to self esteem and confidence issues.

Perhaps that’s the issue?

“…okay.” You shrugged.

“Just okay?” The clown asked.

“I mean I had to deal with homework and all that stuff.” You replied turning your head towards him but your eyes darting anywhere else but Pennywise.

“Something’s wrong kiddo. I can tell.” Penny scoffed.

“I told you, nothing’s wrong. I’m cool. I’m fine.” You ranted.

“(Name)-”

“Penny! I’m fine okay?! Just…rough day again. Now how about we watch some movies. Do you want Peter Pan or Aladdin?”

“Peter Pan.” Penny replied.

You and him watched the movie but Pennywise felt alone. He noticed you were continuously drifting off into space or rubbing at the spots where your bruises were occasionally.

You weren’t like yourself who would rant if something didn’t make sense in the movie, squeal when a couple kissed, and overall just being hyper and talkative. Instead you were more like an empty, hollow, shell.

Penny had to leave when the movie ended around 9 and kissed your head just before he left.


The next day Pennywise was watching you at school as an average bird sitting in one of the trees next to your classroom window. Penny always respected your privacy but he was curious why you were so…depressed lately.

He occasionally prumed himself and flew away like other birds to keep you from being suspicious. The one thing he hated was the bell that rang constantly making his ears ring from how loud and obnoxious they were.

The period ended a few minutes ago so you should have arrived to class soon since your last class was on the second floor of the same building. You rushed in just as the bell rang your sweatshirt shoulder slumped and binders held like you had scooped them up in a rush.

You hurried to the back of the class and sat down at the desk which Pennywise could see everything around it from where he was. The teacher began and the clown in disguise noticed that you kept your head low and seemed mute.

He also noticed a few girls were snickering looking towards your general direction. His guess was proven when one of them pointed directly at you which ruffled his feathers. Eventually the teacher left the class to print out more copies of an assignment trusting his students to behave.

Of course they didn’t.

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Yesterday was a rough day and I couldn’t update, but today I’m back on track, I’m not just sure if these are good, I’m sorry in advance if they aren’t. Hope you still like this! ^^

RFA + Saeran being clingy

Zen

  • Okay, it was very cute when you guys got home after one of his musical debuts and he was all over you
  • Oh, do your feet hurt? Here, give me your shoes. Do you want help to take this dress off? I’ll help, not trying anything funny, I swear. Oh, babe, you seem so tense, do you want a massage?
  • Then he offers to help you wipe the makeup of your face and now it’s kinda… weird.
  • “Zenny, I got this. Why don’t you relax? It was a big night, you must be exhausted…” “I am, so why don’t w cuddle on the couch and I’ll let you braid my hair?”
  •  Oh? Playing with his hair is usually off limits, so something is definitely off with him… “Hyun? What’s going on?” “What? I’m just showing all my love, babe.” He hugs you from behind.
  •  “And I appreciate it, but… calm down…” you stare at him by the mirror reflection, and he stares back.
  • “I’m sorry for scaring you, my princess, it’s just…this stupid contract that forbids me to show affection in public… I just want to remind you how much I love you…”
  •  Ohhhh…he looks legitimately hurt… “I never forget how much you love me, Zen…” you turn to place a kiss on his cheek.

Yoosung

  • At home, you’re very used to cuddling from the moment you and him plop on bed or the couch, doesn’t matter which time of the day
  • But in public? That’s new…
  • Especially here in the cafeteria of his college with all his colleagues and even some teachers looking…
  • But that’s not the problem, the problem is HOW IN THE WORLD CAN YOU TELL THIS CINNAMON ROLL TO GO EASY?
  • “Something wrong, MC?” “I… I should ask you the same, is… there something wrong? Something happened?”
  • “Well, yeah… you brought me lunch, and you joined me, and I’m just very happy to have you here…
  • Oh… this is quite a happening for him, huh? You look around and nobody seems to be paying mind to your PDA, but still…
  •  You pry his hands away sweetly, only to put your hand on top of his. “I’m happy to be here too.”

Jaehee

  • She cuddles and holds hands a lot
  •  EXCEPT when one of Zen’s DVDs are on, then she’ll be paying full attention to the TV and making sure you are paying attention too
  • So you get very surprised when she hooks her legs with yours and leans her head on your shoulder
  • And then she starts stealing some small kisses here and there. It’s actually pretty nice… it would be even nicer if you weren’t trying to actually pay attention to the movie.
  • “Jaehee? Have… have you seen this movie before?” “No, it’s the first time, I never watch new DVDs without you…”
  • “I see… aren’t you enjoying it or…?” “Oh, I’m loving it! It’s just so romantic, it’s… so romantic it almost feels contagious, is that crazy?”
  • Oh… then you realize, why does it bother you? You don’t have such a mushy Jaehee like this every day…
  • “No, it doesn’t sound crazy at all.” You stroke her hair as she keeps her head on your shoulder.

Jumin

  • As soon as you step home, he’s kissing you and dragging you to the couch to make you rest your head on his lap.
  • “Why don’t you rest, my love? You must be tired…” yeah, that was your plan…
  • Taking off this dress, putting some pajamas and going to bed to sleep, but… well, he must have a different pov on resting.
  • And it’s nice, of course it is, but… he looks pretty tired too…
  •  “Jumin, don’t you want to go to bed and sleep?” “Please, let’s stay away like this a little more.” “But you look tired…”
  •  “No, what I’m really tired of is people making wrong assumptions about our relationship just because I avoid public demonstrations of affection. Tsk… you know I’m just like this because I have to keep it professional, right? You know that, if I could, I would hold you in my arms the entire night, right?”
  • Oh my god… he’s usually so confident and doesn’t mind what other people say, but… truth is he can be a little insecure about balancing his professional and personal life when it comes to you.
  • “Of course I do. So don’t worry about what other people think… and… just hold me as much as you want…”

Saeyoung

  • You were on a little roadtrip.
  • He was caressing your leg, singing along with some cheesy music on the radio to serenade you and couldn’t stop looking at you.
  • It was cute but… eyes on the road, Saeyoung, eyes on the road!
  • You were trying to drop some hints like chuckling nervously and glancing to the road, but he wasn’t taking them.
  •  “Man, I’m just so excited! Can’t wait for us to get there!” he beams, and the car shakes a little due to passing over a hole he didn’t notice since… he wasn’t paying attention to the road!
  • “We… we can stop a little if you want…” you say, and then he finally gets it. “Oh… no need, I’m going to focus now, sorry for scaring you, MC. Guess I’m a little nervous since… you know, Saeran is home alone for the first time… he’ll be fine, right?”
  • Oh, your heart flutters, he seems so tense…
  • You hold his hand over the gear shift. “Of course he will, both Choi boys will be just fine…”


V

  • He can be very affectionate, especially if you guys get home from somewhere he had to keep it cool on PDA
  • But he gets twice as affectionate when he’s drunk.
  •  So just imagine how he is after you guys come back from dinner at Jumin’s, where both the guys had a little too much wine.
  • You’ve been trying to enter the house for some solid 20 minutes, but he keeps hugging you.
  •  “I just love you so much, darling…” “I love you too, Jihyun. Now let’s get insi…”
  • “I’m so lucky to have you, sometimes I don’t even believe I’m that lucky to have someone so wonderful like you in my life, I’m sorry for being clingy, darling, but I can’t help to hold you like this to know this is true and… I’m just so drunk right now, am I not?”
  • Yes… but he’s also being kinda funny… and very honest and sweet.
  • “There’s nothing to apologize for, Jihyun… let’s get inside so you’ll have some coffee or some cuddling…how does that sound?”


Saeran

  • Sometimes he gets really affectionate, but most of times he’s shy and avoids it
  • But not this morning when you wake up together. You weren’t home yet when he went to bed last night.
  • So you wake up with him basically over you, and you know he’s not sleeping by the way he strokes your hair.
  • So you stay a little like this, both of you pretending you don’t know neither of you aren’t sleeping anymore.
  • “Saeran… aren’t you feeling hot?” he nods a “no”, still with his face buried in your hair.
  •  “Saeran, I’m feeling really hot, can you…?” “Huh? Oh shit, sorry, I… sorry for being creepy, I just missed you last night, and I get cold easily, so… yeah, sorry for that.” He scoots away from over you.
  • Yeah, he has a very low body temperature, indeed… and he is being so cute, indeed…
  •  “So come here, I don’t want you to catch a cold or something…” you bring him to nuzzle in your chest.