and i paused on that part to see it better

[ROA]

Hi there! You’re about to witness a whole lot of word dump up ahead so fasten your seat belt, hold on tight, enjoy the ride!

Note: This is an extremely long post 

101 reasons why Jikook/Kookmin is my ultimate OTP
or 101 times Jikook made my heart flutter

1) When Jungkook tries to find reasonable excuses to hold Jimin’s hands (in which he usually succeeds). Example: A decent round of arm wrestling or a hand massage.

2) It’s nice to know Jungkook isn’t the only one who enjoys the occasion; Jimin does too, even comes up with the most absurd idea (like who arm wrestles while sitting 5ft apart? and knowing he will definitely lose?) urm 128 rounds, 128 losses…

3) The way Jimin ruffles Jungkook’s hair, as if to say “You did well, baby. I’m proud of you” or the way Jungkook leans into Jimin’s touch when he pats his hair.

4) When Jimin asked for kisses from Jungkook, but he panicked and jokingly pushed Jimin away, all the while grinning like the shy boy he used to be.

5) The moment Jimin asked for a peck on the cheek on Jungkook’s birthday but Jungkook just smiled at the camera.

6) When Jungkook softly answered “no” when asked by Jimin if he likes his hyung that much. He just couldn’t resist teasing hyung because of how adorable he would look afterward.

(Time frame: 3:45-4:10)

7) The numerous times Jungkook would wait for Jimin even though he keeps on complaining about Jimin’s sloth-like pace.

8) When they strut around the airport or basically anywhere, side by side. Even when others are way ahead they would take their own sweet time.

Backstage…

After fansign…

and of course, at the airport….

9) Jungkook probably feels that it’s a part of his responsibility to make Jimin happy, so more often than not he would try to joke around and comfort the older, even if it means turning himself into a dork.

10) The glistening look in Jungkook’s eyes whenever Jimin talks in interviews. 

11) When Jungkook made Jimin wear a tiara at a fansign and called him princess.

12) The uniformity of Jimin’s Twitter hashtags when Jungkook is there with him. It’s always #JIMIN and #꾹, making it easier for trash like me to find what I’m looking for haha.

13) Jimin and Jungkook being domestic and sharing soggy cereal in one bowl, using one spoon. Also the many times they share drinks and food.

14) “I will sleep here with Jimin” while pointing at the top bunk of the caravan in Bon Voyage , which, for me, strengthens the possibility of them sleeping together in the dorm. Reminds me of this too: “Everyone, Jungkookie cuddles me to sleep”.

15) When Jungkook suddenly stepped in front of Jimin while he’s talking to apply lip balm on his lips. The hyungs’ reactions were gold. They were stuck to one another like glue the whole broadcast and It hit me hard.

16) The times Jimin said “I Love You” to the camera and Jungkook stared at him like he’s the one being confessed. 👣

17) Jungkook knows his limit when he makes fun of Jimin, always being there for his hyung when insecurity gets the better part of him and I think that’s very, very beautiful. 👣

18) It’s OBLIGATORY for me to include We Don’t Talk Anymore cover by JM and JK here. No explanation needed because I’m sure you feel the same way as I do.

19) When Jungkook waited for Jimin to complete the formation during his part in The Rise of Bangtan in Nanjing, then turned to Jimin and serenaded him.

Serenades Jimin…

Turns to fans…

20) Jungkook knows Jimin, remembers every single thing Jimin does better than the man himself. He’s quick to answer things pertaining to Jimin.

21) When Jimin fell down at Taipei airport, Jungkook wasn’t there because he was filming Flower Crew. He joined them a little while later for their Epilogue On Stage. However, on their way back to Korea, Jungkook made sure to stick close to Jimin and walked by his side until they checked in. The fact that Jungkook was there with him made me cry a little./okay lie/

22) When Jimin took a blanket and a soft, fluffy pillow and tucked Jungkook in, and made sure he’s comfortable enough. Also the fact that Jungkook didn’t even bother waking up and sleeping in the room.

23) The amount of times Jungkook and Jimin hang around with each other, usually accompanied by another member.

  • A date
  • Big Bang Concert with Hoseok
  • At the waterpark with Jin

  • Eating Ramen at Hangang with Namjoon

24) “오~갖고 싶다” (Oh, I want you) That iconic moment in Now3 need I say more.

25) When Jimin hung around behind the camera while Jungkook was getting interviewed. 👣

26) When Jungkook squished behind Jimin when Jimin got his photo taken even though he could’ve gone away and NOT be in the camera.(Fancafe content)

27) When Jimin picked up a slice of cake and fed Jungkook in Bon voyage.

28) Jungkook’s way of carrying Jimin up bridal-style during Limbo game still has me feeling some kind of way, and I will not get tired of seeing it, not anytime soon i bet. (Every time it appears on my feed I’ll stare at it for hours)

29) How Jungkook’s ears perk up whenever Jimin says something. He’s extra attentive when it comes to Jimin. I don’t know if Jimin’s melodic voice gets him or what, cause if it is, boy I feel you. Example: Run! BTS in the US, when Jimin screamed “엄마ㅏㅏㅏㅏㅏ~~~~” (mommy~~) because he’s scared of the roller coaster and Jungkook was like “왜?” (why?)

30) When Jimin laughs an octave higher whenever Jungkook does something funny.

31) The way Jimin sat on Jungkook’s lap and how tight Jungkook pressed him against his chest in Summer Package Dubai.

32) Jungkook didn’t bother about the fans’ parents who sat across him because he needed to make his hyung look good and that was all that mattered.

33) After Jungkook hurt his back at Mama, Jimin took care of him at the airport, gently keeping his hand on Jungkook’s back the whole time they were walking.

34) The fact that Jungkook and Jimin monitor each others’ scenes when they’re filming, waiting around and constantly giving support.

35) When Jungkook and Jimin held hands on stage.

36) The No More Dream lift that has changed over the last couple of years.

37) That moment Jimin made siren sound when Hoseok told everyone that his sister liked Jungkook. I find it cute. (Sukira)

38) When Jimin and Jungkook being lovey-dovey at Manila Airport. 👣

39) Jungkook and Jimin still had their own photoshoot even though they’re both paired up with someone else. Also the iconic “Jeomsoon-ah, please be my baby’s mom” by Park Jimin.

40) Jungkook randomly barging in and interrupting Jimin’s vlive and just….the immense amount of flirting and eye-fucking throughout the whole video…caught me off guard. 👣

41) No matter how many times Jungkook messed around with him, Jimin didn’t have the heart to say stop. He couldn’t say no to Jungkook; that’s how soft he is for the maknae. But yea, speaking quite frankly, Jungkook didn’t even try. There are million other ways to piss someone off but what he did? nope, that’s not how you do it,boy haha. (Run BTS spy episode)

42) And it took 0.000001 sec for Jimin to say thank you to Jungkook. Although Jungkook kept telling him he’s handsome, something he rarely does, Jimin still couldn’t catch on;Still became flustered and shy afterward. It made me asdfjkl. (Undercover mission in Japan)

43) I love Jungkook’s determination. Jk’s inner monologue: I have to make Jimin hyung wear this goddamn headband *gets on his back and forces him to wear it*

44) When Jungkook pinched Jimin’s nipple the instant Jimin went in for a hug lol. (Fancafe content)

45) Jungkook and Jimin have no chills when they’re seated together at fansigning events. They pay attention to each other more than they do to their fans. (don’t get me wrong they still love their fans)

46) When Jimin pretended to be mad at Jungkook for not sitting beside him at a fansign, and how Jungkook played along,claiming his current seat was his original seat when it’s not lol.

47) When Jungkook snatched the snack from Hoseok’s hand for himself, but stopped and gave it to Jimin instead when Jimin asked to be fed.

48) The various times Jimin snakes his slightly smaller hands around Jungkook’s waist and shoulder, and sometimes when it seems that Jimin has difficulty standing after putting his hand on Jungkook’s arm, Jungkook would bend to better accommodate him.

look at him tiptoeing…

49) When Jimin back-hugged Jungkook (and kissed his shoulder from what i saw).

50) The cutest nicknames they gave for one another. 👣

Ooops…

Okay pause. I’m afraid I’ll have to break it down into two parts, as seeing how freaking long this has gotten ahaha. Part 2 will be posted really really soon~~~

— off limits | 04 (m)

pairing— kim seokjin x reader
genre/warnings— smut, dom! Jin, dare I say fluff…? followed by an ‘oh shit’ moment
words— 12,051

:: summary— you’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…

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the noisy neighbors [m]

Originally posted by wanjacks

❛❛i live in a house full of stupid men and their dirty underwear except there is an angel in their midst and he cleans up after himself and does everyone’s laundry and we share the same neighbor who likes to have wild sex every night and the hot boy hates confrontation but i guess not when his dick is in my vagina❜❜ AU

COUNT → 7.143

GENRE → smut 

PAIRING → jinyoung | reader

WARNINGS → dom and sub tones | oral sex | explicit language | penetration | graphic dirty talk | spanking 

note → this is for my friend @loljinyoungie because it’s her birthday today!!!! birthday smut!!!! so if ur reading this. please feel free to send her a birthday message :-D i hope u like this smut though!!!!! i told you i would finish it!!!!!!!!! a little later than i planned but oH WELL HAVE AT ALL YOUR KINKS I HOPE I DID THEM JUSTICE. AND IF I SPELLED HIS NAME “JIMYOUNG” ANYWHERE IM GONNA BE SO MAD IDK WHY THAT IS EVEN A THING THAT HAPPENS


You really hated the fact that you were such a light sleeper.

One of your favorite sounds in the world was nothing. That’s not to say you didn’t have a favorite sound, but that your favorite sound was literally nothing. Nothing was the sound of a cool breeze blowing against your house’s exterior. Or maybe it was even the sound of rain dripping from your roof outside your window—sounds like those.

Nothing was white noise, but it also sounded cooler to say nothing rather than that.

However, the sound of bodies thudding into the wall next to you? That was definitely not white noise.

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writing tips

so i was writing these down for a friend and realized that i might as well compile them into one big post!!

write in bursts: i find that i write best when i’m not going back to edit every couple of seconds, and if i have too much free time i get caught up in making things sound nice instead of getting them down on paper. the way i’ve found around this is to use an app like 30/30, or just set a timer for short intervals of time with breaks in between (i personally use 4 minutes of writing, 1 minute of break). the key is to keep your intervals short enough that you can write nonstop for the entire time, without pausing to edit for spelling or grammar.

start with an outline and flesh it out as you go along: i tend to have trouble knowing where to start with an essay, so i like to start by writing down the most basic elements that i know will be required (intro, body paragraphs, and conclusion) and then adding the more detailed parts (intro: hook, context, thesis, roadmap) and then adding the actual writing for each part. this is kinda hard to explain, you can see it explained better in this post

have your friends peer-review on google drive: once your writing is done, copy and paste your project onto google drive and send the link to as many people as you’d like, with sharing permissions set to “anyone with the link can comment.” people will be able to make suggestions for words that should be replaced, grammar that needs to be changed, let you know if certain parts are unclear, etc. and you can simply choose to accept their edits or to delete them if you find them to be unhelpful. it’s good to have more than one person peer review, since one person might be able to catch mistakes that another doesn’t, or pick up on confusing sentences that were perfectly clear to somebody else.

don’t stop writing at the end of a sentence: if you’re going to take a break, instead of continuing to the end of the sentence, stop right where you are. when you go back to writing, you’ll be able to pick right back up where you left off and get right back into the flow of things, whereas if you’re at the beginning of a new sentence, it’s easier to get stuck and forget what you were going to say

have everything you need nearby: books for quotes or research, any technology and chargers you might need, scrap paper and a pen to jot down ideas, water and snacks, a sweater in case you get cold, etc. it’s easy to get distracted if you have to get up to get things every few minutes. instead, try to hunker down and make yourself a space where you can work for a few hours without needing to get up and break your flow.

uhh there’s probably more but i can’t think of any at the moment, hope your writing goes well, and if you have any questions, feel free to ask!!

Part 2: Joan

((Written with apologies to Joan and co. This is pure fiction [obviously] and any real people are written as fictional AU versions of themselves. If I misgender Joan anywhere please tell me, I tried hard not to but I’m not perfect!!!))

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Previous Chapters:  Prologue  Part 1

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The sides were sitting on the couch when Joan arrived an hour later. 

Thomas was still pacing the floor, and the sides had decided by unspoken agreement to get out of his way. Virgil had drawn his hood up over his face and tugged it down over his eyes, claiming in an annoyed mumble that Thomas’s pacing was making him nervous. Thomas hadn’t paused to reflect on the irony of that for long, certain if he did, he might go mad. 

They hadn’t spoken much, after Thomas had gotten off the phone with Joan. Thomas had decided that if they weren’t really there, as he suspected they probably weren’t, it might be a better idea not to feed into his own delusions by continuing to talk to them. So they’d been mostly silent on the couch, watching him pace. When he dared look at them, he was met with sympathetic looks from Patton, dry smirks from Virgil, regal concern from Roman (somehow, everything Roman did was regal) and thinning patience from Logan. It was…utterly bizarre, seeing so many versions of his own face looking back up at him, and there was a tiny little part of him that was beyond overjoyed. They were here. His sides, his characters, they were here, and they were real! He couldn’t have been more excited if he’d walked in on Santa Claus filling his stocking as a child. 

But that was just it: he wasn’t a child, and there was no way this could really be happening, so he couldn’t–absolutely could not–let himself get excited. It would just make things harder, when Joan walked in and looked at the (empty, of course it was empty, it had to be empty) couch and asked quietly if Thomas maybe didn’t want to take a ride over to the hospital with them. 

When the doorbell sounded at last, Thomas practically sprinted down the entry hall to answer it. 

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Seventeen Reaction (Hip Hop Unit): You flinch in a fight

hi hello i love your works so so much <3 can you please try and make “you flinch in a fight” for hiphop unit (svt) thank you so much!!!

A/N: Thank you so much sweetie, enjoy <3 Please note: this is all purely fictional and does not in any way reflect the boys or how they behave. They are all lovely human beings and I adore them all.

S.Coups:

Originally posted by seungcheofine

The fight, as per usual, had been petty but persistent over the past few weeks. Though you had kept it inside for a while, you couldn’t help but feel like between his career and the boys you would always be someone who faded into the background behind the spotlight constantly following Seungcheol. Things had flared when he returned home later than promised, as per usual, on a night you two had scheduled a date. Suffice to say, you lost it. He barely had the chance to put his bag down before you were calling him out, wasting no time in reminding him what day it was and what he promised. Where your words ended and his begun became inseparable as your emotions spilled from your venomous tongue, weeks of pent up emotion spilling into anger beyond your control while he shot back just as spitefully, a combination of sleepiness and stress fueling the fire in his eyes. And then he did it. “WELL IF YOU HATE ME SO MUCH WHY DON’T YOU JUST FIND ANOTHER BOYFRIEND” he said, now screaming at the top of his voice, stopping you in your tracks. He moved towards you, causing you to flinch away slightly, your hands rushing to cover your face. The next touch you felt was gentle, big hands moving yours from your face slowly, rubbing circles into the back of your hand as the fire in his eyes was immediately extinguished. “Baby, no, I’m so sorry. I was angry but I would never… do that” he would whisper, hands shaking as he pulled you into a tight hug, his lips pressing a tender kiss to your hair. “I know”, you said more to yourself but by the tightening in his chest you knew he heard it. 

Wonwoo:

Originally posted by 070590

With Wonwoo fights were few and far between but they broke both of your hearts when the rare ones did occur. There would never be shouting, Wonwoo simply wasn’t the type, he would simply ignore you, the only words exchanged being blunt and absolutely necessary. This one was no different. It had been over just a silly misunderstanding but you two had been at a deadlock for weeks and you were both being too stubborn and petty to give in. It had all kicked off on a normal morning, you had gone downstairs to get some coffee like you did every morning, although on a different morning you probably would have asked him if he wanted one. But no, why should you bother? So you made your coffee and stood in your usual spot, leaning against the kitchen counter as you heard his footsteps padding down the stairs. “No, don’t worry, I didn’t want a coffee” he remarked sarcastically, walking over to the cupboard next to your head to get a mug out. He placed the mug down on the counter with a heavy thud, the clank scaring you and causing you to flinch a little where you stood. Wonwoo caught it immediately and sighed. “I hate this” he said before disappearing off to your bedroom, reappearing ten minutes later with his gym bag and a sleeveless hoodie and shorts on. “See you later” he said quietly before going to the boxing ring, punching the hell out of a dummy. By the time he had got his anger out and assured himself he could take on anyone who tried to hurt you, he returned home with flowers, an apology and all the love in the world.

Mingyu:

Originally posted by kristian-do

You and Mingyu had always been competitive, it was one of the things you bonded over as friends before you two got together. That spark of competitiveness never went away and was ever prominent in most things you did, for the better or the worse. It had all started out as just a friendly game of Mario Kart. The insults started silly, “my kart is better than your kart” sort of antics but a few races in they had escalated to somewhat more hurtful comments, on both of your parts. “God you’re so aggressive when you play this” you would tell Mingyu who would immediately get defensive. “Urm says you.” he snap back. “What’s that supposed to mean, I was only joking!” you would say, pausing the game to look at him and see his reactions. “Hilairious.” he would say simply, putting his controller down and going to the kitchen to get a glass of water. You decided to follow him. “Come to have another dig have you?” he said, his insecurities, speaking for him. “What? No, Mingyu stop.” you would say, hurt somewhat. He went to walk past you but tripped slightly, banging into your shoulder a little. As he turned to look at you and reached a hand out to steady you and apologize he saw you flinch away a little. “Y/N it was an accident, I would never intentionally barge into you, let alone lay a hand on you. I love you Y/N. So much. I’m sorry I blew things so out of proportion” he’d whisper quietly, kissing your forehead and rubbing your shoulder delicately. 

Vernon:

Originally posted by sneezes

Vernon had never been one for confrontation, but they say you hurt the ones you love the most. The pressure of being in Seventeen was getting to him and when he returned home to you, he would be exhausted, stressed and snappy. You understood for the most part, you loved him and everything that came with it but sometimes you felt like an emotional punching bag for him, a way for him to vent rather than seek comfort. One day, after a particularly long day for Vernon of promotions, you decided to ask him why he always took it out on you. You sat him down and you could already tell by the look on his face that he was in no mood to be having this conversation. Tough, it was now or never. “Vernon, you know I love you but lately I’ve been feeling a bit like you only use me to vent your anger, it’s not even really like we’re together anymore, I can’t remember the last time you showed me affection-” “Oh Y/N do we have to do this now” he would say exasperated. “Yes! We do! Do you not see how upset I am?” “Do you not see how tired I am?” he would shoot back, though you couldn’t remember the last time he wasn’t tired. “Screw this, I’m going to bed” he said, anger laced in his voice. He leaned down to give you a kiss on the cheek and you flinched away a little. Vernon headed upstairs to the bedroom, when the door was closed his emotions came like a tidal wave, he broke down against the door with tears coming quickly and running off his chin. You heard him downstairs and ran to him immediately, knocking on the door before you saw what a state he was in. “I’m so sorry Y/N,” was all he could croak out as you cradled him on the floor, taking in the sight of your Vernon finally coming back. The Vernon you loved more than anyone.

Tending to the Fire, Part 6

So here we are. The final entry into the very first collab @tacmc and I worked on together. There will be a short epilogue posted sometime in the next few weeks, so look for that and check out the rest of our stories! Her Masterlist can be found HERE and mine can found HERE.

The index containing Parts 1-5 of Tending to the Fire can be found HERE if you’d like to refresh yourself since it’s taken me over 2 months to get this posted.

But trust me, I’m pretty sure the wait will be worth it.

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anonymous asked:

Mulder and Scully make dinner together and mess it up

Things That Happen in the Kitchen
by mldrgrl
Rated PG13

“Scully, can I ask you a personal question?” Mulder asked.  He’d been twirling a pencil between his fingers and watching her type up a report on her computer for the better part of fifteen minutes, and she knew from experience that his silence wouldn’t last long.

“No,” she answered, taking only a brief pause before she began typing again, trying to ignore his gaze, which she could feel boring holes into the back of her head.  Her neck tingled and she flicked her head back to shake the feeling away

“Can you cook?”

“Of course I can cook.”

“Why, ‘of course?’  I’m supposed to believe you can do everything perfectly?”

Scully smiled in spite of herself, but her back was to Mulder so she knew he wouldn’t see her amusement.  “Seven years later, you’ve finally caught on.”

“You know what I’ve also learned in seven years, Scully?”

“What?”

“I need proof.”

Scully smiled again, but kept typing.  “What about you?”

“Does soup count?”

“Hardly.”

“Spaghetti?”

“Not quite.”

“I guess not.”

Scully nodded once and put her attention back into her report.  She’d lost her place in the moment she let her mind wander to engage in conversation with Mulder and she had to backtrack to find her train of thought again.

“So, what about Friday night?” Mulder asked.

“What about it?” she murmured, re-reading her last paragraph.

“You coming over and teaching me how to cook.”

Scully finally turned in her chair to face Mulder and he stopped twirling his pencil, though the grin on his face remained.  She lifted her brow as if to question his sanity.

“It’ll be fun,” he said.  

“Basically, you just want me to feed you.  What do I get out of it?”

“You get to put your money where your mouth is.  Try to prove to me you know what you’re doing.  I know how much you enjoy that.”

“I don’t enjoy proving you wrong, it’s just so easy to do.”

“I said try, Scully.  I still contend you have yet to actually prove me wrong.”

Scully raised her brow again, definitely questioning his sanity this time.  She turned back around and put her hands on her keyboard, but didn’t type.

“How’s seven?” she asked.

“Works for me,” he answered, twirling his pencil again.  She could see him grinning in the reflection of her computer screen.

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You know what scene I thought had a lot more nuance in the filmed version than in the script? This exchange in Bånder:

Now compare Even’s response to the finished scene:

“Yeah, it was pretty bad. But she’s doing better. She’s gotten a lot of help from… good… What’s it called? Like… physiotherapists. They’ve helped her with her motor skills. You can hardly see that she limps.”

One of my favorite parts of the scene is actually that quiet shot of Even glancing down while saying “but she’s doing better”. Where you can imagine maybe it’s crossing his mind that what he’s saying right now does apply but to himself. But that beat wasn’t in the script at all! The pauses, that fleeting glimpse of introspection, the moments when he doesn’t make eye contact… that adds such a different color than you get from the page! I wonder if the reading of Even slipping slightly into talking about himself in a roundabout way wasn’t something originally intended?

The Colonel’s Last Stand (pt. 4)

Part 3

Dark hovers at Wilford’s bedside, watching over the four men as they sleep. His angry, nervous aura has flooded the room, leeching all color and warmth away, so Dark tucks the blankets closer around his best friend.

Then his gaze travels to the other three. Host is still perspiring heavily and panting slightly in his sleep, and Anti’s form flickers as his head tosses from one side to the other. It is Bim, however, who is cloaked most heavily in the shadows, and he seems to mumble something ever so softly. “Will?”



“Will?” Bim glances around to make sure that no one else will overhear. “Will, come on. Snap out of this. We need to get back because the Host is already sick, and we’re not sure how long we can keep this up.”

The Colonel straightens up and squints his eyes through his glasses. “Who do you think you are, sir? I’ve never met you before in my life, and yet you seem to think that addressing me in such an informal manner is completely acceptable.” Colonel catches Bim’s shirt and drags him forward. “I will not stand for it.”

Bim searches the Colonel’s eyes for any small amount of recognition, and while he finds that spark of madness he knows all too well, it’s hidden behind the eyes of a man that Bim Trimmer does not know. He’s struck speechless until Anti gasps and whirls around. “Where did the Host go?”

“Oh, our gracious host,” Colonel says sarcastically, releasing Bim’s shirt, “has not deigned to descend from his chambers yet. I expect he’ll arrive when he’s ready to have his ego inflated even further.” With that, the Colonel brushes past Anti and stalks off.

Bim watches him go before the Colonel turns a corner and disappears. Then his gaze flickers to Anti. “What do you mean? Weren’t you watching the Host?”

“’m not his babysitter!” Anti grumbles. “One second he was standing beside me, and the next second he was gone. I don’t know what happened to him!”

“Is there a problem here?” the Butler asks, appearing behind Anti who screams and glitches away again.

“Would everyone ş̯̙t͏͇̞̞͉̲̩̳o̷̺͚p ̴̘̳do̧̰̭͕̘ͅi͙͖n̯̞̫͞g̠̳̣̣̹ ͝t̡̰̦h̶͙͕̹a̧̘̠̥͈̥t͟?” Anti grits his teeth and reaches to draw a knife, but Bim grabs his arm and stops him.

“No, nothing is wrong here, we simply seem to have misplaced our friend.” Bim’s eyes have grown darker somehow, and when Anti peers over at him, he notes it with a strange prick in his heart. “We’ll handle it. Thank you.”

The Butler nods, instead offering them glasses of champagne. “The Master will be coming down shortly, please come around to the main parlor for his reception once you have located your missing companion.”

“Of course,” Bim says with a forced smile as the Butler turns to leave. “Anti, as much as I know it pains you, I’m going to have to ask that you keep the stabbing here to a minimum. We are in Wilford’s mind, after all, and I’d hate it if we were to do any permanent damage.” He sets his champagne aside.

Anti grumbles and tucks the dagger away again before shrugging off Bim’s hold on him and knocking back his own drink. “We still have to find the blind one or we’re both royally…” Anti glitches and disappears, winking out of existence like a dead star. His champagne glass falls and shatters against the marble floor.

“Anti?” Bim turns in every direction and tries looking down one hallway only to end up in some brand new part of the house that he hasn’t seen before. “I…”

“Hey, you!”

Bim jumps and turns to see the shining, golden outline of a young woman reaching towards him. “Who are you?”

She tilts her head to the side a bit, and Bim thinks that she might be smiling. “You’re Bim Trimmer, aren’t you? The one that I’ve been waiting for.”

Bim takes a step back, suddenly even more wary. “H-how do you know me?”

The gleaming specter reaches towards him again almost as if in a plea. “There’s no time to explain, I’m sorry. You won’t be able to stay here much longer because of your friend’s sickness, but I need your help. You see, you might be the only one capable of freeing my brother and I from the darkness.”

There’s a knot forming in Bim’s stomach as he pauses and really looks at the young, shining woman. The longer he looks, the better he can make out her facial features. She seems kind and smart, trustworthy. Bim relaxes his shoulders and smiles back at her. “I’d do anything to help, but shouldn’t I at least know your name?”

The specter’s golden aura turns warmer, redder as she says, “My name is Celine.”

Part 5

Tom Holland Imagine: Beautiful

Summary: You’re new to town and meet your new neighbor, Harrison. You soon become friends and he introduces you to his best friend.

A/N: Ugh I’m sorry if this is bad this is the result of my procrastinating doing my psych homework

Warnings: None

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“Y/N, come down here and meet our new neighbors!” My mother yelled up to me.

I sighed and dropped the box I was holding on my bed before I went down to meet the people living next to us. I passed my reflection and cringed at my hair and outfit. My hair was pulled into a bun with a few strands hanging down in my face and I was wearing a dirty white tank top and black yoga shorts. Normally, I would’ve attempted to look semi decent but I just don’t give a damn right now.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs, a young girl, a guy around my age and their two parents stood there holding a plate of cookies.

“Hello! You must be Y/N! We’re the Osterfield’s. This is our daughter, Charlotte and our son, Harrison.”

“Hey, nice to meet you guys.”

Harrison smiled politely at me and Charlotte shyly waved.

“Well, Y/N, if you aren’t busy tomorrow, I was thinking you and Harrison could hang out and he could show you around the city!” His mother insisted.

“Yeah, that sounds fine.”

“Perfect! Harrison can come get you around 12? Does that work?”

“Fine with me.”

—Time Skip—

To say things with Harrison went well would be an understatement. The guy was one of the funniest people I had ever met. He made jokes at every stop and had me in tears about 20 minutes into hanging out.

That was 2 months ago.

Harrison had become one of the best friends I ever had in all my life.

Problem was his other best friend that was hogging all his time. Constantly bringing Harrison everywhere he went which left me without my best friend for weeks on end. Sometimes months.

I had never met the mysterious Tom but if he didn’t stop stealing my best friend I was pretty sure I would pound the kid’s face in when I met him.

I was in the middle of watching Heathers when the doorbell rung. I sighed as I paused the movie. J.D. and Veronica had just killed Heather Chandler and it was getting to the best part of the movie so whoever was interrupting me better be important.

I opened the door to see Harrison’s smiling face.

“Y/N!”

“Well, look who’s finally decided to show their face around here again.” I said as I pulled Harrison into a big hug.

It wasn’t until I pulled away that I noticed another guy standing behind Harrison.

“Ummm…. yeah I guess you could say that’s my fault…” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Y/N, meet Tom!”

I narrowed my eyes as I scanned over Tom’s appearance.

Damn.

I was really not expecting him to be this attractive.

“So you’re the famous Tom.”

He smiled and nodded awkwardly.

“Well, don’t keep standing out there in the cold or you’ll get sick. Come on in.”

Tom and Harrison walked into my house and kicked their shoes off at the door.

“So what’re you up to?” Harrison asked as he walked into my living room and sat down on the couch.

“Uh, watching Heathers.”

“Hm, never seen it. What’s it about.”

“A girl who’s trying to be popular ends up dating a sociopath and kills three of her classmates and then has to stop him from blowing up their entire school.”

“…oh… sounds cool, I guess.”

I laughed as I saw Harrison’s uncomfortable face.

“It’s actually a really good movie.” Tom chimed in.

“You’ve seen Heathers?”

“Yeah, loads of times. It’s a classic.”

I smiled at Tom and turned to face him.

“I would’ve never pinned you as the type of guy to watch Heathers.”

“Well, what type of guy do you pin me as?”

“Hmmm… Transformers, Star Wars, James Bond.”

“Well, you’re very right about the James Bond. Not so much about the other two.”

I smiled and pressed play on the movie.

A couple minutes later, Harrison was passed out on the couch, leaving Tom and I in each other’s company.

“So, Harrison actually kinda warned me to stay quiet while we were here…”

“And why is that?”

“He said, and I quote, that if I said one wrong thing, you would scratch my pretty face off cause I hog him all the time.”

I laughed which caused Tom to look relieved.

“Harrison flatters himself too much.” I said as I looked at my sleeping best friend.

“Hey, do you wanna prank him?”

“Hell yeah!”

Tom and I snuck into the office where we both got sharpies and snuck back into the room. We got on either side of Harrison’s body and began to doodle on his face. When we saw his eyes begging to flutter, we jumped onto the couch and turned our attention back to the movie.

“What the hell is this movie? Is he raping her?” Harrison groggily asked as he watched J.D. press Veronica up against the wall in kiss her as she struggled to push him off.

“No, she’s about to kick his ass, don’t worry.” Tom said.

“Yeah, and even though J.D. is completely crazy, he loves Veronica.”

Harrison hummed.

“Well, I gotta take a piss.” Harrison said as he sat up from the couch and stumbled to the bathroom.

Tom and I erupted into a fit of giggles as we heard Harrison scream our names.

“RUN!” Tom and I yelled at the same time. I dragged Tom up to my room and locked the door before Harrison could reach us.

“Y/N! Tom! I swear to god, I’m gonna kill you two!” Harrison yelled as he banged on the door which only caused Tom and I to laugh even harder as we fell back onto my bed.

“Looks like you’re spending the night in here, Holland.”

THINGS I LOVED ABOUT NATASHA, PIERRE AND THE GREAT COMET OF 1812:

*VERY LONG ACCORDION NOTE
*Accordion solo
*Any and every time someone played a violin
*Pearl came in our section and baby, I was shook!
*And also everyone playing any instrument because holy shit that shit cray
*The cheers for Dave! Yay Dave! Go Dave!!
*The beginning, i CRIED. Andrey!!
*Also seeing Andrey be present asf. My fave appearance was in Letters at the top of the stairs.
*THE FOLLOW SPOT DURING THE PROLOGUE
*THE MOOOOOOONN *blue spotlight*
*The way Natasha and Sonya joked and played around with each other they are so cute they are best friends
*The way the orchestra dropped out in Dust and Ashes so it was Dave with the company backing him up HOLY SHIT and they were in a line on the balcony looking down on pierre and idk it was beautiful.
*Same thing in The Great Comet bc the acoustics are BEAUTIFUL and holy shit it echoed and just filled my soul. With magic.
*Just….the way Denée Benton, True Queen, plays Natasha tbh just all of it.
*The drinks drinks gonna drink tonight dance
*The hand wiggle after “oh dear andrey’s betrothed?”
*Anatole being so ridiculously extra and Lucas Steele playing it with such grace and charm
*JUSTICE FOR PRINCESS MARY EVERYONE IS SO MEAN TO HER
*The entire Charming sequence
*The giggle at the end!!!
*It was super hard to not watch Amber Grey even when she was doing nothing idk shes hot im gay
*Brittian is wonderful and lovely and her voice is about 100% better live (Sonya Alone was my dads favourite part lmao)
*Amber and Lucas had this thing going on idk what it is but its magic.
*Gelsey Bell!! Wow!!!! Those notes!!! Wow!! Gelsey!!
*The way this award winning ensemble works together. Its as if they are reading each others minds and its amazing and incredible
*The Ball choreography
*The pauses before “don’t be silly” / “everyone sees a man.”
*“Just say yes?” ….. “just say yeeesssss” ……… “JUST SAAAYYY YEEESSSSSS”
*PETERSBURRRRRGGGGG!!!!!
*The look after “a letter which I composed”
*“WAIT!!!! SHUT THE DOOR!!! FIRST WE HAVE TO SIT DOWN” *pause. Stare*
*“YOU WILL NOT ENTER MY HOUSE, S C O U N D R E L!!!!”
Tbh?? Marya could beat me up!
*NATASHA TRYING TO RUN TO ANATOLE ANYWAY!!!
*The Duel??? More like The Rave!
*Preparations/Balaga/The Abudction
*Probs my favourite scenes?
*My dad’s faves lines were “Sister you really know how to bring out the worst in a man // “its a gift” and tbh i concurr
*I used to love i used to love i used to be better KEEP DRINKING OLD MAN
*Any and every time they got an audience member to do something
*tHERES A WAAARRRR GOING ON

anonymous asked:

HIIIIII. Can you do a papasuke fic or sth? I saw a chibi drawing of papasuke and sarada bean (from blanket-fictions) and it's soooo cute I can't help it. I LOVE YOU AND YOUR WRITINGS. YOU ARE AWESOME!!!! HEARTHEARTHEART

before he leaves, sasuke gives sarada an envelope of photos from the better parts of his past. he tells her to open it, to look at them, and sarada fingers the yellowed flap tentatively. he thinks, amused, that she’s moving a little too cautiously for its contents and hopes she won’t be that disappointed when she sees what he’s collected.

“i am not a sentimental man,” he says, “but i have, admittedly, saved some memories from over the years.” she pauses to listen to him but he nods back at the envelope. “i’d like you to have them.”

“why?”

he just smiles and shakes his head and tells her to open it. with her beside him, he hears her breath hitch at the first photo.

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anonymous asked:

jensen needed that hug so badly it was so sweet and jareds face was so happy during the hug and he just kind of fell into jensen's arms, I just love j2 SO MUCH

Hi Anon, yes, yes, yes. 1000000x  ^this^  


I just… Okay, so I’ve been thinking after watching so many angles of The 2k17 Hug and I hope you don’t mind me using your ask to post what I think about it. Bear with me :)

EDIT: The post turned out longer then I thought it would be, so I’ve put it under the cut, together with photographic evidence ;)  

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Tough Love pt1

hey guys, my names Goldie! this is my first fanFic ever about the brooding and beautiful Eric Coulter with the help of @sparklemichele Feel Free to reblog and messages me with questions!  ENJOY!

“Fuck!” my head hit the mat hard. Four looked down at me and smirked.

“Just give in so we can go back to our apartments.” He offers his hand. In my mind he might as well have offered me flowers and a trophy that said “weak”. I swat his hand away and jump to my feet, turning from four i walked off the mat in a huff without a word.

In all my four years as a leader my attitude remains the same, win at all costs, to be defeated is the greatest shame. My name is Aadya I was born and raised Dauntless, I finished at the top of my group of initiates and soon after I decided my path was to be a leader.

As I walked through the pit many young dauntless avert their eyes or lower their conversations to whispers beyond my ear. I bled for the position I hold today but besides the blood my disposition  came with another cost… Loneliness.

There are many nights when I wonder what it would be like had I grown up in another faction, Abnegation for example, would I be surrounded by friends and family?  I shook the thought away as I entered the code to my apartment. We just had a new group of initiates come in this morning, tomorrow would be their first day with me and the thought of their tears, blood and defeat made me smile….

“you are here because you wanted more than the meager lifes afforded to you in your born factions, while some of you just got here and others were born here,  you each made a choice. Now… prove you made the right choice” the group of nervous and cocky eyes stared at my stone cold emotionless face with fear and excitement. After pairing them up i announced the task. “ the person you are standing beside is now your enemy, fight and show me what you’re made of”

“ but its only our second day” someone from the back called out.

“With that attitude consider it your last” I barked back and there were no more outbursts from the crowd.

“what Aadya says stands true, fight and be deemed useful. Fail and consider yourself factionless” Four went around the room adjusting the initiates in their stances. I joined Four in walking around, making mental note of who was a decent fighter and who held true potential. At the end of the hour long training session I gave permission for Four to dismiss them to get some lunch. As the room emptied I decided to train a bit myself. I took off my leather jacket and stretched my arms out. I had picked up three knifes on my way to the targets and stood still as I held the smallest one in my hand. Growing up my father called this “ becoming the weapon”. with a steady and firm flick of my wrist the knife went soaring across the room into the jugular zone of the target. Pleased with myself I went through four more groups of knifes before I decided to call it quits.

“well well well, if it isn’t the forever hated 3”  a deep voice came from the shadows of the training room. “ if it isn’t the foul stench of the underworld come to disturb me my in all my greatness” I turned to see Eric Coulter step into the light of the room.

“greatness” he paused. “ such a extraordinary word for such a ordinary girl”

Eric was part of my group. Four finished first, Eric second and me third. Thats why he always called me three. Ignoring him I continued to walk out of the training room lowering my eyes I watched as eric stuck his foot out to trip me.

“ going to have to do better than… that second place” I frowned. His attempt to trip me  was only a distraction and his fist connected with my jaw. Eric moved to hit me again as the anger crossed his dark and alarming features. I blocked his blows with ease.

 Eric was much larger than I was but he was slower as well. Leaning back I pulled my leg in sharply and kicked him in the stomach and as he bent over I used the opportunity to kick him right in the chin, his head jerked towards the sky from the impact. I pulled my knife out and in one swift movement had it to his neck. He smacked my hand out of the way and stood back trying to catch his breath.

“Bitch” he said “ ingrate” I replied and turned on my heels out of the room.

When I got back to my apartment I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. A huge bruise was starting to form and my lip was busted. “ DAMNIT”! I could feel the anger overflowing and before I knew it I was staring at the remains of a shattered mirror……

I heard a knock at my apartment door. “piss off”! I called out.

“Aadya its me” Four replied. “ just let me in”

I frowned, took a deep breath and opened the door. Four’s eyes grew large and he sighed.

“let me guess…” he shook his head.

“GOD DAMN THAT ERIC COULTER…for fucks sake what did I ever do to him came at me like a bat out of hell he did!” I could feel the anger returning and my foot connected with the nearest object, lucky for Four it was only a metal chair.

“Aadya calm down. If this behavior gets back to max he’ll have both of you by the neck” at fours comment all anger drained from my face. I sighed and looked at Four. “ I have got to get my anger under control”

“you will, I will help you” Four placed his hand on my shoulder. “ if I didn’t know any better id say we just became friends” he smiled

“ but you do” I frowned and shrugged his hand off my shoulder…..

Trust You With My Whole Heart (Himchan mafia/gang AU pt.2)

Word count: 7.8 k+ (wow, I sure got carried away)

Genre/warnings: Mafia/gang AU (May contain a swear word or two. Contains more violence and less smart talk than part one of the AU, but in my opinion, nothing too vivid or too excessive, even despite the described near-death experience and fight scenes)

Summary: He’d caught you, and you’d stayed simply because you didn’t have another choice. But all of the recent attention you’d been getting from him and all of the late night adventures outside the apartment he took you on made life more exciting and bearable, even to the point you found yourself wondering at the fact that you actually enjoyed it. All seemingly went uphill, that is, until one faithful night, when the person walking into the apartment to meet you late at night wasn’t Himchan, and when you weren’t the one who needed to be saved, having to be the savior yourself this time around.

(IMPORTANT A/N) First and foremost of, this is part two of this mafia AU I’d written recently. Since people asked for part two, and I had some ideas up my sleeve, I wrote it while I still had some inspiration to do so. I believe part two is still readable and understandable without knowing the events of part one, but some of the dialogue might seem weird, especially the talks that are based on previous events, so reading part one first would be advised.

Also, even thought I’m still no medical expert, big thanks to my friend Aleksa who managed to answer to all of my very stupid questions about wounds, chances of survival in different cases of getting injured and what not else. I’m very glad I have smart friends who can prevent me from making stupid mistakes while writing, because I know none of this medicine stuff.

THIS IS PART 2 // PART 1 CAN BE FOUND HERE // PART 3 IS HERE // PART 4 IS HERE

His hand was holding yours tightly as you were walking down a small, dimly lit street, his fingers intertwined with yours. It had always amazed you how cold his hands were, and how you could never warm them up even if just a little bit. After all, he was a cold-hearted and cold-blooded gang leader, so maybe everything about him had to scream out “cold”, even his hands. There were only few people who didn’t view him according to this description, and you knew better than to be a fool just like many others who thought Kim Himchan was nothing but a tactical, intelligent bad guy, just like the ones always shown in the movies.

Heartless and reckless, thinking about nothing but money and saving his own skin and bones. Yeah.. None of that was him.

He glanced over at you, barely turning his head so you wouldn’t notice his sneaky stares. He’d bought you another dress, this time getting absolutely everything right - the color, the shape, the size. He was amazed by how well it suited you, and how only you managed to make the dress look better than it was before and not vice verse as it usually happened to other girls. Your necklace reflected light from the street lamps, shining brightly against your baby soft skin, and he had to try his hardest in order not to pull you into his arms in the middle if the street and bury his face in your chest, telling you how beautiful you were and how glad he was he had you. Your head was tilted up to face the sky, and recently you’d been gifting him with his favorite sight in the world, a sight he used to see only occasionally, but nowadays was able to witness more often than ever before - your smile.

“What’s so special about her anyways?” Jongup’s words kept echoing through his head at moments like these, and he always ignored them because he really didn’t know the answer. For some reason, from when he first saw you, his perception of women suddenly changed from what it used to be. They’d always been beautiful creatures to him that he never gave in to, and never thought of getting in business or contact with because his work made it hard and challenging to do so. But from your first encounter on he started dividing them into two groups. There were you, and then there was everyone else. Everyone else could go away and continue living their own lives, but he had to have you, because you were different. You’d caught his eye, and since no one’s ever done it prior to you, you had to be special. You had to be his.

“You seem rather happy today,” you heard him say, and saw him smiling down at you as you both took a right turn, walking down another street, “In fact, you seem rather happy in the past time as a whole…”

“You know, since you started taking me out more often, I’m kind of getting used to this new life.. Don’t get me wrong, I still don’t like it,” his face shifted a bit as you said that right to his face, but he understood and respected your point of view, “But.. It’s become… Bearable…”

“I’m glad, (Y/N). I want you to be happy,” he said, and continued walking, only to add to himself after a second, “Together with me.”

He was messed up in the head, but not messed up enough to have forgotten how to love.

He shut the apartment door, making sure it was safe and locked, turning to you right after. You’d taken off your shoes already at that point, and he, being the gentleman he was, helped you to take off your coat.

“We skipped learning today, but don’t worry, we’ll do it tomorrow. Tonight just relax, we’ve been walking a lot. You must be tired,” he said, going into the living room and making himself comfortable on the couch.

“Channie, I still don’t understand. Why are you so eager to teach me first aid and the basics of treating all types of wounds in first place?” you walked into the room and stood in front of him, a questioning look in your eyes.

He was leaning against the pillows with his arms resting on them, like the true king of this place that he was. A smirk escaped him as he eyed you up and down, and you suddenly recalled how uncomfortable that used to make you feel in the past. Now you’d gotten used to the fact he couldn’t tear his eyes off of you at most times, and you’d learned to tolerate all types of stares, even thought you preferred the loving ones to the hungry ones.

“Oh, baby. Are you scared something bad might happen to your man?” he asked, chuckling a little. You snapped back to reality, realizing that was literally what was going inside your head ever since he told you to learn the very basics of medicine, but you weren’t going to admit it. Not to him, and even less to yourself.

“I mean, why else would you want me to learn how to properly clean off cuts and even how to treat bullet wounds?” you asked, surprised at how nervous your voice came out, “If it wasn’t for the fact something bad might happen soon, you’d rather want me to learn how to dance, or how to play an instrument or something, right? I bet your sick, twisted mind would love to see me putting a show on, just for you and your entertainment…”

You made him chuckle with that statement, and within seconds he gestured for you to sit next to him. You did as told, leaning your body against his as he lazily adjusted you into the position he wanted you to be in with one swift move of his hand.

“You’re learning just in case, don’t worry. I have my ties and people who could stitch me or one of the guys up if there really was the need to, and you know that, but I like making sure we always have a plan B by hand if things don’t go as planned,” he mumbled into your ear, and you felt his nose brushing against the side of your head.

“Don’t the guys know first aid?”

“I know a little, and Yongguk used to know too, but he hadn’t done it in so long that I’m afraid he wouldn’t be able to do it now if it really came down to that. If you only knew how much time I’ve spent with him.. If I think about it now, I’ve probably known him for the biggest part of my life..” he paused a bit, the memories seemingly fading back to him. You rested your head somewhere on his shoulder, and patiently waited for the story he was about to tell, as if there was one thing you liked to hear him talking about, it was his past, as that was another way to get to know him better and understand what had lead him to be in the position he was in nowadays.

“He only looks reckless and fearless. In fact, when he sees blood that isn’t the enemy’s, he starts completely flipping out and worrying too much. I remember the old days, oh God. Just me and him, trying to survive in this cold, unfair world that showed no mercy to such little scums and lost kids like us. I barely knew how to hold a gun when I was forced into my first assignment, and I had to do it all alone because Yongguk refused to use a gun at all at first. He was too nice of a guy, too peaceful and too against violence, and it took me to get majorly hurt for him to start acting. God, that was the only time I’d ever seen him cry too, because he really thought I’d die on the spot, right in front of him, simply because he couldn’t bring himself to shoot when I needed backup…”

Silence filled the room for a bit, and as he wanted to say something, you spoke up instead, cutting him off.

“Is that what the scar on your left side is from…?”

“I never knew you were so observant,”
he smirked, his tone indicating he was a little proud and more than pleased that you'd noticed, “Say, babe, how many more of my scars have you seen out of plain curiosity?”

What did he think you were supposed to do when on hot summer nights he refused to sleep with a blanket on, lying in bed with only a pair of boxer shorts to cover him? Yes, you were curious, and you had to admit you’d seen and even traced some of his scars with your fingers, thinking of possibilities how he could’ve gotten them or how much it hurt when the object came into contact with his body, leaving nothing but a mark as a sign that it’s been there at some point behind.

“I don’t know how many, you have a lot of them. Please don’t get any more,”
you quietly said, burying your face in his shoulder. One of your hands was placed on his chest this whole time, and you clearly felt his heartbeat increasing a bit.

“I sadly can’t promise that, baby, but I’m glad to see you’re worried about me..” he said, letting silence hang over your heads, accompanied by your quiet breathing. 

“Hey, (Y/N)?” he suddenly asked, not really waiting for a response in order to continue, “what would you do if at some point I simply wouldn’t come back home?”

You froze on the spot, and he immediately noticed, letting his hand caress your arm gently. 

“Just in theory,” he added, more than certain that didn’t lighten the situation, but at least made his statement a little clearer.

To be honest, you had no clue. What would you do if he died and never came back? He left home every morning, telling you he’d be back soon and that you shouldn’t miss him too much or worry about him, because he knew what he was doing. You remember that early on you were too scared to literally think anything about that statement. He was still a stranger, and you knew less than nothing about him, so only being able to judge by his lifestyle you were simply scared. Then came a point when you silently wished he wouldn’t come back. You didn’t necessarily want him dead, but his presence, his sweet words and good treatment, was something that bothered you, something that irritated you and made your blood boil, because you had to tolerate him against your own will, if you wanted it or not. In the past time though, when you were forced to face the fact that you couldn’t possibly escape him, especially after an unsuccessful attempt to leave him and the country a little less than half a year ago, you started getting used to this life you were leading along his side. He’d successfully made himself king of your universe, and, as days passed, you felt yourself becoming more and more attached to him, not only requiring the physical protection he could offer you, but wanting his attention when it came to being his lover. You were… falling for him completely.

What if he died? Where would you go, and who would keep you safe? Even if Himchan would be dead, maybe the others wouldn’t, and you knew details the enemies could use against them. What if you got caught by somebody and tortured to death, because you’d definitely refuse to spill details? Or even worse.. What if the others, instead of taking you in like Himchan did long ago, would turn their backs to you, not sparing a single thought on the fact you were practically one of them now, setting a bullet in your head because of trust issues?

“That was the only time I ever saw Yongguk cry, because at that point, he had no one but me in his life. I was his only friend, and he couldn’t stand two facts - the fact he’d have to do this on his own from then on, but over that, the fact that a person as good as me would pass a such a young age, not having lived life properly yet…”

“… Would you cry, babe?” he asked silently, feeling you slightly moving in your position. Reflexes made you snuggle a little closer to his side and grip on his shirt, tensing your muscles.

“Don’t talk like this, please-”

“I think you would,” he interrupted, tilting his head and trying to look at your face, “Question is, would you cry from sadness and devastation because your lover passed away, or would you shed happy tears because you’d finally be free?”

“Channie, no, don’t say that…”

But apparently he didn’t want to hear anything anymore. He got off the couch, gently holding your frame and placing you back down in a lying position as he threw you a last loving but slightly pained stare and exited the room, seemingly heading to the study.

You stayed there, speechless and without emotion at first, until a lone tear finally escaped you and fell on the couch. Why was it him who always made you cry? He’d flipped your whole world upside down, making strict rules and having everything go his way for such a long time already. You had your reasons to be mad and to have a desire to disobey, but.. Why is it that he made you so conflicted between wanting to love him and wanting to hate him? Why did he say such things when he clearly saw you were giving into your feelings for him more and more with every passing day? In the past, even just a few months ago.. Even then you wouldn’t be able to shed happy tears because of his death. Why did he talk about it so calmly, and why did he make you feel so bad about him, yourself, and your relationship, whatever it may be, as a whole? Why on earth did he make it out to be like you didn’t care, even though you did?

“Hey, are you still-…. a-awake…?” he walked back into the room after half an hour, just to see you curled up on the sofa, with tears straining your cheeks and your eyes blankly staring into the distance.

“Hey.. Baby, I didn’t mean it..” he said, cautiously taking a few steps into your direction.

“You sure sounded like you meant it..” you simply said, sniffing and letting another tear drop down on the sofa. He picked you up, and held you close to his chest, carrying you into the bedroom and putting you down on the bed. You let him take off your shirt, and were surprised when he put one of his older t-shirts on you instead of your sleeping shirt. You changed into a pair of shorts as he undressed for bed himself, and soon you felt him pulling you back by your waist and under the covers, turning you to face him as his arms were loosely hanging around you.

“I’m sorry for what I said, I didn’t mean to make you cry…”
he pierced through you with his gaze, searching for forgiveness in the stare you directed at him.

“Just don’t dare say anything like this again, or I might actually consider shedding happy tears when you die,”
you told him, wanting to sound dead serious but sounding hurt instead.

“Don’t worry, it won’t come to that, someone has to take care of you, so I’ll stay around,” he leaned it, teasing you a little with his closeness before carefully and gracefully capturing your mouth with his, proving once again he always knew how to leave a deep, long-lasting tingling and sensation on your lips after one of his kisses, “Because I love you. And I’m still waiting for you to fully love me back…”

“.. We could buy a piano, actually, if you want to. I used to play it long ago, and could maybe even remember a few easy melodies. What do you think about playing duets with me, hmm?” he said after a while and smiled a bit, remembering that part of your previous conversation. He made himself comfortable, nuzzling his head against yours, and you simply nodded in response.

“I’d love to, Channie…”

“In that case, let me see what I can do about it, but tomorrow. Today’s been a long day, and I want to sleep before doing anything else. Goodnight, babe…”

“Good night, Channie…”

Everything continued just the same way it’s always been. Well.. The way it’s been since your attempt to leave not too long ago, at least. Himchan knew how it felt being locked away from the whole world, as in his short lifetime he’s experienced more things than possibly imaginable, and being locked away in a cell for a certain amount of time was one of them. He knew that a four wall environment could drive a person insane, especially if the view behind the windows was as lovely as it was in his apartment, so he started taking you out more in the evenings.

“It’s not safe for you to go alone, so we’ll go together,”
he’d always tell you, causing you to feel a mixture of gratefulness and disgust. You were glad he finally took a look at the situation from your perspective, but you were still annoyed and disgusted you couldn’t go anywhere on you own.

“I’m not a dog that you have to walk out on a leash every now and then, you know?” you’d scoff sometimes, spitting it right into his face, and he’d always just casually laugh it away, putting a hand under your chin and saying, “I know. You’re my one and only lady who needs to be protected from a few cold-blooded bastards at every cost, so, in case you really don’t want to view our nightly adventures as dates, imagine I’m your security guard or something, if that makes it any better…”

You did at first, until he started putting thought into where to take you out to. He’d surprise you with new places every other night, and you had to admit that you’d sit around at home for the whole day, waiting for him to be back in case he’d planned something for the evening. He saw you loosening up with every trip you took, and when you started repaying all of his hard work with genuine smiles, it fueled his desire to see you like that again. These trips were helping you and your emotional well-being a lot, and soon he found out you both even managed to act like an actual couple on some days, without sarcastic commentary or coldness in each other’s words. You’d get a hold of his arm sometimes, or find him sitting somewhere just to snuggle close to him in order to talk, and every time something like this happened, he’d feel like he just won the lottery. You didn’t really notice the change, but he did, so he stayed quiet in order to keep it this way, because there was just one thing in the whole world he was completely certain of - if you’d notice, you’d be back to acting cold, even if your heart told you to do the opposite. That’s just who you were - a freedom-loving, stubborn person, who still had a hard time trying to forgive him for having locked you up in an apartment for most of your days for so, so long already. 

One day, just around two months ago, he came back home with a guest. The lad looked rather young, and was a few inches taller than him, as well as skinnier. Introduced to you as simply Jihoon, he was invited into the dining room to eat dinner together with both of you.

“You know, there’s a reason I wanted to introduce you both to each other,” Himchan said after taking a last bite, about to grab a bottle of wine and pour some for all of you. The alcohol of choice at home was always wine, as that was his favorite beverage of all alcoholic and non-acloholic ones… Right after coffee.

“And that would be..?” you questioned, seeing how they looked at each other and nodded in unison.

“I may not look like it, but I’ve been studying medicine for the astonishing amount of seven years at this point in my life already,”
Jihoon said, giving Himchan another look before he continued, “If you ever see a healed wound or a stitch on this guy, know that I’ve most likely been the one to fix that up. We’ve known each other since long ago, and if it wouldn’t be for him, I’d probably be resting in peace somewhere deep underground instead of eating delicious homemade dinner in a nice company, place and environment tonight…”

“O-okay, a doctor then. That’s amazing, but I still don’t understand how I could possibly be involved in.. whatever you’re thinking about, I didn’t quite catch on…” you looked at them, a puzzled expression on your face.

“I want him to teach you a few basics,”
Himchan said, leaning over the table to get your glass and fill it up with the claret liquid, “You’ve done a good job with fixing up minimal damage in the past, and, the more successful B.A.P is getting and the higher we’re rising in ranks, the higher the possibility of something bad happening gets. I know my friend Jihoon here will always be there to help, and he’s got a few more people on the line who would do the same too. But I need a plan B just in case, and since you could master that easily with a bit of work, I’d be really thankful if you tried it and helped us out..”

Help them out… Yeah, you could do that. But the sight of open wounds and blood pouring out of them was something you’d rather leave for someone else to see, so you flinched at the thought, making Himchan throw you a concerned glance.

“(Y/N), is everything fine?”

“Yeah, sure..” you said, staring at the table for a little before letting your eyes meet with Jihoon’s.

“I’m all in for learning, it’s just that… How do you prevent yourself from fainting at the sight of a nasty looking open wound..?”

A moment of silence hung over the room, and two loud, ear-piercing laughs filled the place soon enough.

“Don’t worry about that for now,” Jihoon said after he’d calmed down, “We’ll take care of that later. After a while you’ll get used to it, believe me…”

He’d come over with Himchan in the evenings sometimes, and would sit with you in the living room, teaching you all kinds of things while Himchan was in the study, doing some research on other things the group would need for their upcoming missions. On evenings when Jihoon didn’t join you, Himchan took the responsibility of helping you with your studies. His skills were a bit rusty, but he still managed to spot most of your mistakes and help you with correcting them. The only thing you were worried about was that if it actually came to the worst case scenario and you would have to give a helping hand in order to make sure one of the members stayed alive, you wouldn’t be able to act properly because you’d never done it in real life. You knew the theory, but had never done a practice round. Himchan always calmed you down, reassuring you that you were only backup and probably wouldn’t ever have to use any of your knowledge anyways, and said that it if really mattered to you, you’d know what to do the moment you saw the situation.

“It all suddenly changes when you see the actual situation if front of your eyes,” he said while sitting next to you on the floor and giving you a glance, “I didn’t know what I was doing when one of my squad members got injured for the first time long ago either, but we had a guy who knew what to do, and he told me to help. I said to him that I had knowledge, but no experience, and he just laughed, passed me some bandages and told me this would be my first experience of probably many more to come…”

“He survived, by the way,” Himchan added as he saw the trust issues in your eyes after he’d ended his little speech, causing you to burst out laughing.

“I trust you, you know,”
he looked into your eyes and reached for your hand, making you go silent immediately, “And if my life was hanging on a thin thread, I’d be more than a hundred percent sure you wouldn’t let me down..”

“Himchan, but what if-”

“No what-if’s, I believe in you,” he said, getting up and heading out of the room, “Let’s hope I won’t be your first experience and your practice subject though-”

“Or any of my experiences at all..”

He laughed, and stopped right in the doorway, giving you a loving look.

“You care, after all. For your own safety, or for me, I don’t know yet. But you care…” he disappeared, his heavy footsteps audible through the whole hallway.

Today was two weeks from when he’d asked you if you’d cry in case he died, and you were standing in front of the windows, not finding any peace as the clock kept ticking and the minutes kept passing, but despite all of his earlier promises to be back on time he was nowhere to be seen. 

“He’s just late… I’ll scold him so bad for making me worry… Oh God, Channie, where are you?” you mumbled to yourself as you stood there, toying around with the curtains and trying to hold in the tension and nervousness that was building up inside of you at an alarming rate.

Loud noise snapped you out of your thoughts, and you immediately turned around, facing the living room doorway. Himchan was home, and he’d just opened the entrance door a bit too fast and too harsh, slamming it into the wall. Thank God he was here, and you had nothing to worry about anymore.

“Channie, I-” you were about to give him a piece of your mind, but were cut off by the sight in front of you.

“Don’t question, just come with me and get in the car,” Junhong said, and as you were finally able to tear away your gaze from his dirt and tears-strained face, you noticed his wounded knee and how he was dripping mud and blood all over the floor.

“Junghong-ah! Calm down at first, let me help you and bandage you up at least before we head anywhere-”

“Just do as I say, you don’t know the whole story!!” he screamed at the top of his lungs, making you flinch in fear. His anger faded away in seconds when he understood that his getup, paired up with his body build and his height, made him quite scary and intimidating, and he softened his voice as best as he could, looking you right in the eyes and breaking your heart apart with a sentence you never wanted to hear.

“I wasn’t the one who took two to the chest, you know… ”

“Junhong-ah, why are you so fucking slow, just run already!!?” you cried out in despair as tears kept streaming down your face and you were standing by his car, waiting for him as he was staying behind.

“It’s not like half my kneecap isn’t coated with flesh anymore like it should be, you know,” you heard him say through clenched teeth as he sprinted to the car, unlocking the door and getting in, barely waiting for you to close the door so he could hit the gas pedal full-force.

“Junhong-ah.. I’m s-sorry, I didn’t mean it, i-it’s just that-”

“Oh, spare it, I know more than well you didn’t mean it,” he said, turning the steering wheel violently and driving down the road twice the speed limit, “I was hyperbolising anyways…”

“W-what happened thought, do you care to explain?”
you tried to wipe your tears and stay calm, but just the thought of the scenery you’d have to face and witness soon enough made you want to pass out.

“Long story short, or, well, as short as possible,” he said, taking a deep breath. You could see it in his eyes - how much he was hurting, but how he pulled himself together like the young professional that he was, thinking about his friend and leader’s life that could fade away at every given moment rather than his much easier treatable wound.

“We were done with it for the day, we had them pinned down on their knees. We thought they were bluffing when they said that there were still members left who would take revenge, up until coordinates of one of them were sent to us. (Y/N), they were heading to get you. They knew about you, and knew where you were living. They must’ve spied on you and Himchan when you were out one night, and they kept coming back there until they were sure this was your home-” another sharp turn caused him to stay quiet for a bit, and you sat there, tying not to get your head smashed into the windshield and trying to cope with the knot in your chest.

“I’ve never seen Himchan go havoc, not until today. Eveyone who wasn’t in our gang was dead on the spot, and before any of us could blink he was in the car, turning on the ignition and swearing for us to get there in seconds or he’d handle it on his own. Long story short, there were eight of them, and they’d made it far enough already as we approached. One was hit by our car, and another one shot on the spot by Himchan before any of us could blink. It got.. ugly, to say the least… and all seemed to go just a little bit more in our favor than theirs, until Daehyun got in the way…”

“… And Himchan always puts our lives before his own..”

Silence hung over the car, and Junhong looked over to the passenger’s seat to make sure you were as alright as you could be in this situation.

“(Y/N)-”

“That was one to the chest. Where did the other one come from?” he heard your barely audible voice, and thought hard if he should answer. 

“(Y/N)…. (Y/N), I’m sorry, I thought I could help him by at least getting him away from the middle of the gunfight, and I almost did, but…”

“You missed a bullet…”

“… And he moved just in time to take it for me…”

Your silent cries filled the car, your shaky breaths and the squeaking sound of tires on the asphalt being the only things audible in the otherwise silent environment.

“Listen, I won’t lie. It doesn’t look good, but.. He’s strong, and he should manage. I’m taking you to Jihoon hyung’s place now, a.k.a. B.A.P’s little private clinic we’ve unfortunately been forced to visit a few times in the past already. Jihoon knows what he’s doing, but if he does it on his own, he might not be quick enough and might not make it in time. With another pair of helping hands though, you might just make it.. ”

It took another few chaotic turns and two more minutes of Junhong’s already-not-good-in-everyday-situations-and-even-worse-at-moments-like-these driving to get to the final destination, and you got out of the car in milliseconds, this time around remembering he was wounded and needed some help. Junhong was holding on as brave as ever, and didn’t waste any time, gladly accepting your help and support and leading you into the right direction as you ran into the building, taking three steps up the staircase at a time.

You froze in the doorway, with a panting Junhong running up just seconds later behind you. 

“Jihoon hyung, we’re here!” Junhong called just to trigger a “Here!” from a room that was located all the way down the hallway and to the right. You left Junhong alone in the hallway, spotting the rest of the guys in another room to your left as you passed by. 

There he was.

Laid down on the bed, his eyes directed at the ceiling. His face displayed just how much he was hurting, but despite the pain he was still fully conscious, even mumbling something under his breath through clenched teeth.

“Channie..” his eyes widened at the oh so familiar, barely audible voice, and he tried to look your way, but couldn’t move in order to do that, instead furrowing his brows and clenching his teeth in pain.

“Himchan, are you stupid? I know you’re glad your last hope is here but I told you to stay still and stop moving, didn’t I?!” Jihoon angrily snapped at him, and gestured for you to come closer to him. Your stare abandoned Himchan and his wounded body, and, trying to hold back your tears, you ran forwards to Jihoon, clearly listening to his further instructions of what you had to do and obeying everything he had to say and told you to do.

“Okay, mister too-tuff-to-fall-unconscious-already. Any last words before I make you drift off to sleep, hopefully for just a few hours?” Jihoon checked the needle, ready to inject some much needed medication into Himchan’s vein. Himchan turned his head lightly to face you, and gave you a broken smile.

“I guess this is practice round, baby, right? Don’t mess up..”

“Stop grinning, you idiot! I swear, I’ll kill you if you die!” you cried out, still unable to fully take in the horrible sight in front of you, but trying to pull yourself together in order to be able to give a hundred percent of your work and knowledge to keep him alive.

“Baby, that’s not how death works,” he chuckled a little, wincing in pain as he felt his consciousness slowly fading and drifting away.

“Kim Himchan, I swear I’ll join her to kill you if you don’t shut up now,” Jihoon said as apparently Himchan was testing his nerves. You wondered how the hell they managed to stay this calm in a life-and-death situation like this, and Himchan’s last words before he drifted off to sleep were the only thing that snapped you back to reality.

“I trust you, (Y/N), with all of my heart… ”

Good thing that the heart he was talking about just minutes ago wasn’t damaged, nor were any arteries or anything that would send him straight into the heavens or rather the hell in just a few minutes. You watched Jihoon’s professionalism and calmness as he casually performed an operation that was already quite hard to do in the hospital at home, on the bed he probably slept in every night, unless he was stitching up his unfortunate friends on it. He acted fast and his facial expression showed no stress or fear of doing wrong. His instructions were clear and short, in fact, he didn’t speak much. You watched the job getting done, passing the guy who didn’t look like much but was actually a skilled doctor all of the needed things back and forth, obeying every single one of his commands and trying your best to do everything just like it had to be done and like he told you to do.

When the two damned bullets lied somewhere nearby in a crystal white bowl and all of the blood was wiped away from Himchan’s pale, soft skin, the bruises he’d gotten just recently bandaged up tightly and neatly, you let out a shaky breath, glancing at the clock and finding it to be half past two AM already. You’d spent a solid two and a half hours here, maybe even more than that, and you hadn’t even noticed. 

It was… over. Finally…

“(Y/N)?!” you heard Jihoon call as your knees slowly gave up on you and you slid to the ground, taking off your gloves that still had some blood on them and throwing them somewhere nearby on the ground.

“Hold on for a bit, I’ll get the rubbing alcohol.. Just don’t faint, there’s still five other idiots in the other room with less serious wounds, but still requiring medical attention nonetheless-”

“He’ll be fine, right?” you looked up at Jihoon with a dazed stare, the look in your eyes pleading for a positive answer, “Himchan will be fine..”

“(Y/N)-”

“I still have his blood on my arms, even though I wore gloves,” you said as you noticed you indeed had some splatters of it near your elbow, “His blood, Jihoon, do you hear? It’s not supposed to be on my skin, it’s supposed to be in his veins…”

“(Y/N), listen-” 

“I remember flinching back then when he came to me more than a year ago with a rather small cut on his arm, asking me to bandage it up. I never thought I’d be pulling bullets out of his chest at two AM with my glass heart and no medical knowledge whatsoever-” 

“(Y/N),” he stepped a little closer, looking you right in the eyes and finally catching your attention, “If there’s one person who will never leave this apartment in a dead state, it is Kim Himchan. He’s got too much potential, responsibilities and ambitions to let himself fade away, and since he took you in, I’ve never seen him clinging onto life more than he’s doing it now. He’s got a reason to live now, you know.. ”

Yongguk and Youngjae were the one who helped you to get Himchan back home, as they’d suffered the least injuries - only a few cuts and bruises. Junhong’s knee was the second nastiest injury, and, as you’d helped everyone else by following Jihoon’s instructions as closely as possible and treating their wounds with extra care, and as you were leaving to get back home, Jihoon was still working to fix it up.

“Junhong-ah.. Sorry for screaming at you previously and making you run around that much..”

“No worries,” he smiled at you a little, “I’ll be back on my feet in no time.”

“On your foot,” Jihoon quickly corrected, “At least for the next few weeks.”

It was mid-night, so you didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing you. Himchan was brought into the bedroom and carefully placed on the bed. You escorted Youngjae and Yongguk back to the entrance door, saying your goodbyes to both of them and thanking them for their help when Yongguk suddenly placed a hand on your arm.

“Thank you,” he simply said, and, knowing him and how quiet he usually was, this was the biggest compliment anyone could receive from him - his gratitude in the form of those two words.

You stayed by Himchan’s for side the whole night, lying beside him and gently stroking his unconscious frame. It was going to be hard and painful, but.. Jihoon said he’d manage, and all you could do at that point was hope he wasn’t wrong. Himchan had to manage, because without him, you weren’t too sure you’d manage yourself..

You found yourself shedding tears again, and cursed under your breath. He was the reason you felt bad and cried again, and you hated yourself for loving him.

Loving him.. At this point it was undeniable, wasn’t it?

If you didn’t love him, you wouldn’t have gone to such extents. You wouldn’t have pulled yourself together enough to help him, and you wouldn’t have even tried in first place. You wouldn’t be here crying hard over the fact he was hurt, you simply wouldn’t care. But you were here, by his side, not like he told you to do, but like you decided you wanted to do. You were here not because he forced you to, but because you wanted to. The keys to the door were on the commode now, and no one would be able to stop you if you walked out of the apartment and never came back. It would be weeks until he’d be capable of moving again, and by then you could be far away already. The other’s wouldn’t act at all, or, even if they would, they simply wouldn’t be quick enough. Tonight was your chance if you still wanted to leave, as nothing was holding you back. You had the money, the ability, the freedom..

Thing is... you didn’t want to leave. Not while the person who saved you was in this state, and not while you loved him as much as he loved you.

His eyes slowly opened early in the morning, and you immediately called up Jihoon to know exactly how to take care of him. He tried to joke around, and tried to do smart talk, but there was nothing but clear exhaustion in his voice, so instead of listening and answering you simply shut him up, making him rest as much as possible.

The whole next week he spent in bed, cuddled up by blankets and your never ending attention. Because of the horrible pain he was rather asleep than awake most of the times, and the only time you found him to be fully awake and ready for conversation was a week after the faithful incident had happened.

You’d gone out the house together with Jongup to go and get some much needed supply of medication that was running low in your apartment, when you heard him say.

“I think I finally figured out what was so special about you that he was ready to throw his life away on the spot back then when he first saw you…”

You were already used to this manner of speech that Jongup used, and took it as a compliment, waiting for his conclusion.

“It did take you long enough, but you were actually crazy enough to be locked away by him and despite all of that fall in love with him..”

“You make it sound like prison, don’t do that, Yup,”
you told him as he escorted you to your door, proud at how this harmless nickname you’d given him irritated him slightly more and more every time you used it.

“I’m glad, to be honest,” he said, stopping when you’d reached the door, “Keep an eye on him, as we still need him not only as a member and leader, but as a friend. He can get weirder than me at times, so beware.”

“I doubt that’s a thing, but I sure will. Thanks for your help,”
you said, and made your way into the apartment, taking off your outerwear and heading straight to the bedroom.

You made it to the doorway, and stopped.

“Channie, are you stupid?! Lie back down!!” you screamed at him and ran towards the bed.

“(Y/N), don’t worry, I feel much better today than any previous day,”
he was sitting up straight on the edge of the bed, smiling up at you. You relaxed a bit, and slowed down, gently sitting down on the bed beside him.

“For real?”

“Have I ever lied to you?” he tilted his head, and you chuckled. For a mafia leader he sure could look hella cute if he wanted to.

“If I think about it now.. Yes, yes you have. You told me you’d have to get rid of me if I ever tried to escape you… But you didn’t…”

You almost hadn’t noticed how his hand that was previously next to yours gently slid on top of your hand, his touch, as cold as always, sending shivers up you arm.

“You’re not the one to complain here. You were lying for a total of one and half years to me, telling me you loved me every single day even thought you never truly did.”

“I was lying, or I have been lying?” you raised a brow at him, “What makes you think you have the right to talk about the situation in a past tense? Do you really think things have changed-”

“Haven’t they?” he cut you off and gave you a genuine, challenging look as nothing but silence followed.

He looked so pure. Smiling at you with a picture perfect smile, his pale skin seemingly filling the dimly lit room with a faint, unusual glow. He wasn’t nowhere near bad, no matter how many bad things he’d done in life, you were certain of it. He only fought for his own survival since a very young age, and, even more than that, the survival and well-being of the people he cared about and loved the most. Including you.

“Stop staring and just kiss me already,” he chuckled and snapped you back to reality, making you realize that this whole time you were looking at his lips.

“Like you told me to?” you tilted you head a little, “Or like I want to?”

“The latter, please,”
he said, letting you place a hand on his cheek and pull his face a little closer.

You’d kissed many times before, too many to count, and even though in the past months your relationship’s only been going up, this was the first time you truly felt it. The desire to capture all of him, and the refusal of letting him go. It suddenly made sense, how well your lips clipped together and how his kissing style and intensity was just the way you liked it. How soft his hair felt when you tangled your hand in it, and how much you wanted him to simply stay where he was for as long as possible, not only because you couldn’t deny how well-shaped and desirable his body was when it moved against yours, but because you’d completely fallen for him and his caring personality.

“Why is it that I always have to get severely hurt in order to make someone realize they need me in their lives?” he said when you pulled away, biting his lip lightly and smiling at you, his eyelids heavy and his stare as dreamy as ever.

“At least I admit it now, be glad, and be happy that the people you love feel the same way about you, always having your back when you need it the most,” you made him chuckle, and he tilted his head down for a second.

“Babe?” he looked back at you, surprised at your way of calling him, as you never called him anything other that “Channie”.

“When you get better… ”
you bit your lip, gathering enough courage to look straight into his eyes, “How about I fulfill that promise I made back then?”

He smiled, and instead of telling you anything really, leaned in to kiss you again.

“I can’t believe it… You love me..” he said in between kisses, making you laugh lightly and chuckle. He sounded like a kid who saw snow for the first time and couldn’t believe it was a real thing, and only now you truly realized how this was the moment he’s been working so hard to experience for the past one and a half years.

“Enough is enough, Channie. Get back in bed if you want to experience more of my true, genuine love, or otherwise I’ll give you the silent treatment,” you said, helping him get back into a lying position and giving him the regular everyday treatment he got from you every single day now.

“As you wish, baby. I’ll do it, just like you told me to,” he teased, falling asleep soon enough again because of the side effects of his medicine that made him sleep in order to mend the pain. 

Kim Himchan, the fearless leader of B.A.P, or Kim Himchan, the pitiful leader who was forced to stay in bed for quite a while now? Who cared? He knew he didn’t, and he knew you didn’t either. B.A.P, for the nearest future, had Yongguk, who unwillingly agreed to lead until Himchan was capable of taking over again, so they wouldn’t get lost anytime soon. And Himchan? He had you - his very, very soon-to-be wife, and the person who he’d saved once just to be saved by less than two years later in return. 

He knew exactly what he wanted to do now while he was forced to spend his days home in order to recover. He’d buy a piano, and he’d teach you a few things about music so you could play duets with him. He’d spend time being cuddled up in your arms, and he’d make sure he savored every bit of your love and affection he could, as apparently he’d managed to get it all now.

And right after that, when the holes in his chest turn into nothing but scars, he’ll take you down the aisle and finally marry you, since, even though it took you one and a half years, an attempt to run away and a near-death experience of his to realize it, you finally loved him just the same way he loved you, and that was all that mattered.

NOVL Writing Tip #3 by Josh Sundquist

We’ve got more NOVL tips from Josh, and this is seriously sound advice. 

Your ears hear things your eyes do not see. Read your work out loud to yourself when you are editing.

Yes, it’s awkward, and yes your roommates or family will think it’s super weird, but I guarantee you when you read your work out loud you notice problems that you’d never see when reading silently. Your ears will pick up bits of dialogue that sound off, for example, or paragraphs that need a better transition. As you read, anytime you hear something that gives you a pause, stop reading and fix that part. You’ll have to read and edit through a given page or chapter or section over and over before you get it right. You’re not finished until you can read the whole thing out loud start to finish without hitting anything that makes you pause.

Learn more about Josh Sundquist’s Love and First Sight here.

iv-b. i knew i loved you then

but you’d never know

ft. midorima shintarou

This is the thing that made me want to rip my hair off my head because of my PC randomly blue-screening me. To those who responded to the rant, thank you for your understanding!

@ourneverendingpossibilities​ it’s nice that you have such a positive outlook in life!! I was so mad when it happened, but since it’s complete now I guess everything’s okay ヽ(*>∇<)ノ 

@squirrelsass13​ thanks for the encouragement! I rarely ever write on Word (it transfers weirdly when I copy and paste the text on tumblr) so I was typing straightaway on my Drafts… I click on “Save Draft” every paragraph now lol

Faint connections to the previous installation of Cantabile

Fem!Reader. Semi-NSFW. Long (2728 words).

I’m sorry if this sucks but… yeah.


Originally posted by lightpaleroses

Why do you play?


Isn’t being a doctor busy enough for you?


I’d ask you to tutor my son if you weren’t so busy!


Wow, you’re very ambitious. 


Those are words spoken by housewives, small medium enterprise owners, and white-collar workers. Midorima doesn’t think that they’re somehow lower than him in any aspect—sure, they earnings are technically lesser than his, but how does that define someone as a person? He meets these people everywhere, the people that make up his community, his society: at the clinic, in parties, at the grocery store… It’s no secret that he’s seen as an outstanding person by these people. 

Twenty-seven, has the letters “M.D.” behind his name, helps people get over all sorts of sicknesses from light ones like a common cold to not-so-light ones like diabetes, plays piano as a hobby.

It’s not really surprising to the people who ask him “what do you do in your free time?” because, you know, doctors. They’re classy and smart and all. Sure they can play the piano—he can probably play the violin, too.

But you can see their eyes significantly widen when they know he has a diploma in piano, certified by the Associated Board of Royal Schools of Music. Where is that name from? The United Kingdom. Why did you take it?

He always tells them it was just for fun, but a small voice inside him knows the truth: somewhere deep in his heart, he wanted to be a pianist.


His first words to you are: “It’s a common cold.”

“That much I can see, Doctor,” you deadpan, holding a tissue against your runny nose. He sighs. 

Midorima is used to handling all sorts of patients: naggy, rude, stubborn people… he’s seen them all in the past four years of his practice. Today, however, it’s only after lunchtime and he already wants to go home already. Maybe attending Akashi’s party last night isn’t really a great idea. Sure, it’s not a DJ-inviting or dance floor grinding kind of party, so he’s not physically tired—he’s tired from all the socializing with fake people. “Meet new people,” was Akashi’s reasoning for inviting the doctor, and of course Midorima did, but none of them were enjoyable.

To be precise, he can’t tell if they’re really enjoyable or not through layers of faux talk. Akashi texted him earlier, expressing his regrets that it was somewhat an unpleasant experience for Midorima. He also wrote “but I won’t stop inviting you to these social events—I understand how you think they’re superficial, but I can guarantee you that they genuinely enjoyed your piano very much.”

Well, if there’s one thing Midorima likes about those parties, it’s that he’s presented the opportunity to play.

“As a doctor, I have to announce the diagnosis to you, don’t I?” He replies, scribbling a pen on his prescription pad. “I’m prescribing you to these basic medications, but since your cold isn’t a serious one—yet—I highly recommend that you consume home remedies before resorting to these medicines.”

“M-hmm.”

“Turmeric tea, ginger tea, a mixture of lemon, cinnamon, and honey.”

“Got it.”

“Control your diet; you don’t want to eat food that’s going to worsen your cough.”

A sound of ripping paper. He hands the slip to you.

“You don’t remember me do you?”

That takes Midorima by surprise.

“Have we met before?” He asks warily as you take the prescription paper from his hand and fold it, putting it inside your handbag. Your lips form a small smile, and Midorima eyebrows furrows.

“You sang last night, didn’t you.” It sounds like a question, but his tone makes it clear that it’s rhetorical. He knows for sure that it was you who was dragged by one of your acquaintances that claimed you to be the best singer in a ten-mile radius—the expression itself is a horrible exaggeration, but when Midorima hears you sing, he has to admit that you do have an exceptionally lovely voice.

His first words to you turns out to be “what key?” instead of an illness announcement because he was the pianist accompanying you.

“You look different, Ms. Fly Me To The Moon,” he says aloofly, writing something on a document. You chuckle at the nickname, not knowing that the stoic doctor-slash pianist has the capacity to be somewhat playful, and towards the opposite sex, nonetheless. Midorima can only admire how melodious your laugh is, even when your voice is nasally from the cold. 

“At least you remember what I sang.”

“Like I said, you look different,” he repeats. You were clad in an elegant evening gown for the party last night, and although Midorima doesn’t have the eye to identify expensive clothing brands and such, he is able to appreciate how attractive you looked in the attire. Your hair was done simply in a style that matches your dress, and among the slight make-up you applied, he notices the suppleness of your colored lips first. 

The person sitting in front of him doesn’t carry the glamour of the party—you’re slightly pale, dressed humbly in a sweater and jeans—but the lack of make-up, fancy hairdo and dress doesn’t affect how beautiful you look, in his opinion. Your eyes still glows the same captivating way as he witnessed last night.

“Yes, well,” you sigh with a smile as you stand up, “you better engrave how I look last night deep in your memory, doctor, because I’m never going to attend one of those high-end social events ever again.” The first part was sarcastically said, but Midorima finds himself doing as you told, picturing the details of your gown and hearing your singing voice echo in his mind. Being a quite introvert doesn’t mean he’s immune to any of your charms.

“Shame,” he finds himself saying. You smirk, pausing right before you walk out the door.

“What, not being able to see me all dressed up again?” Ten years ago, Midorima would’ve easily flushed red at the teasing remark. He’s way past that now, and instead of reacting like the teenage boy he was, he looks straight into your eyes when he says:

“I was talking about how it’s a shame that I won’t hear you sing again, but that too.”


Two months later what you said proves to be a blatant lie. You’re standing beside Midorima, arms hooked with his, a casual sign that the two of you are attending together, presumably as a romantic couple. This time it isn’t Akashi’s, but a business partner of his—he nevertheless invited Midorima along to provide him the audience for his piano, and regarding yourself… well, you’re accompanying the pianist. It’s not like you’re crashing this party or anything.

It’s only your third “date” with the man, so to have the opportunity to see him up-close in a formal setting that requires guests to dress up is exhilarating, to say the least. Midorima’s handsome enough in his casual attire—having to stand next to him wearing a nicely tailored, dark-colored suit while having to keep your hands to yourself is almost some sort of punishment. And the collar button of his shirt! He always buttons his shirt all the way up and wears a tie to complement the outfit, but for some unknown reason he’s left it open this time and disregarded the tie.

If you didn’t know any better, he’s trying to tease you. 

“It’s rare to find you with someone by your arm, Midorima-kun.”

“Akashi,” Midorima acknowledges the voice. You turn to meet the redhead face to face, smiling softly.

“Good evening, Akashi-san.”

“Hello, _________. Good to see you,” he replies smoothly, as you reply in a similar manner. “Even more surprising finding out that you’re with him tonight. Are you two…?”

The two of you exchange looks as if telepathically deciding who should answer, and turns out you are. 

“Sort of,” you say, and the hint of mischief in your smile cannot be missed by even the most oblivious person in the room. Akashi surely isn’t one, but thankfully he doesn’t push you further.

“It’s a long story,” Midorima chips in, as if his relationship with you bloomed out of a blackmail kind of situation of some sorts. You chuckle, and so does Akashi —the latter is gracious enough to show the two of you to where the piano is.


“What are we?”

You are in his arms, as naked as he is, leaning your face against his chest and feeling the beat of his heart when you ask the question. It’s a summer night, and the sheets are loosely resting on your waist, the two of you too hot and sweaty from your previous activity to pull it all the way up to your neck. One of his hands is drawing soft circles with his thumb on your bare skin, while the other one that is untaped (very uncharacteristic of him, but it’s a sign of a good night) brush your hair in long, loving strokes.

He doesn’t respond. You snuggle closer into his chest, relishing the sensation of his nakedness against yours while you think of all the times you’ve spent with him. That one time you had lunch together, those meaningless parties you go to just so you can watch him play and he can hear you sing, the nights you stay together at his place. You’ve spent at least a hundred hours with him, though it doesn’t feel long or dragged—those hours are cherished and enjoyed to the fullest, arguments (petty or not) included.

But it’s his reserved nature that makes you feel insecure sometimes. Tonight is one of those nights.

You move up so that your face is right in front of his because you want to look at him in the eyes. He’s beautiful, the viridian undisturbed by the lenses of his glasses—the eyewear is carefully situated on the nightstand before all this began. You’re sure he can see you clearly from this proximity, your nose against his, your hand caressing his cheek. His hands drift down from the crown of your head to your chest, cupping your breast and playing with a nipple as his eyes grow half-lidded.

Midorima is the one to lean in first, engaging you in a chaste kiss, a perfect juxtaposition what with his hand groping your chest and the other slowly travelling down to your ass, stroking every inch of skin possible. You are the one to pull away, arms around his neck and eyes clouded with lust, thanks to the things he’s doing to your body.

“Do you love me?” The question comes out as a whisper.

“I’ll show you how much,” he answers in a heartbeat before he kisses you again, bringing your body under his. 

He never fails to convince you.


The afternoon sunrays shining through the high glass windows of the music hall are almost blinding, considering how dark it was just a few moments ago in the auditorium. You’re by Midorima’s side as per usual, looking around nervously with a bouquet of daisies and orchids in your arms. Your husband seems to be scanning the area like you are, and when you hear a shrill yell of a young child you know it’s who you’re looking for.

“Mama! Papa!”

The little girl, currently nine years old, runs towards the two of you with two or three large bouquets in her arms, the majority of her face covered by flowers. You laugh at the sight, crouching to hug her tightly once she reaches. Noises of plastic being scrunched can bother you less, as you feel your daughter burying her face against your chest. She pulls away to immediately look up at his father with bright eyes.

“Papa, how did I do?!”

“You did good, nanodayo,” he answers, a faint smile on his face as he fixes his glasses, “although there’s room for improvement in terms of arpeggiation—”

You gasp exaggeratedly, drowning the remaining of Midorima’s sentence. 

“Shiina! Papa says you did a good job! Do you know what that means??”

“No!” She replies, confused but ecstatic.

“I promised you we can go have dinner wherever you want if Papa praises you,” you reply, and the confused expression on her face melts into real unabashed excitement.

“Mama, are you serious!?” Shiina’s voice has become high-pitched from the bubbling enthusiasm that seems to have taken over her whole small body. “We can go anywhere I want!?”

“Yep,” you nod for further affirmation. “Papa has agreed on this, too,” this time you look over at Midorima, only to be amused to find the deadpan expression on his face. You give him a wink, and Midorima, witnessing his own daughter having such a great time just because you told her she can eat whatever she wants for dinner, can’t help but melt a little.

“Maji! I want Maji!”

“Sure, we’ll go to Maji tonight,” you say accommodatingly. Midorima can only smile down at the girl when she looks up at him, a face-splitting grin on her face. Even though her physical attributes are definitely inherited from him, she obviously takes after you in terms personality.

“And then I want to have ice cream after dinner! Can I, Papa? Let’s go home so I can prepare for dinner!!”

“You may, Shiina,” he sighs amusedly—what does a nine-year old kid want to do to ‘prepare for dinner’? “But before we go home you must meet Uncle Akashi first. He came to see you perform, you know.”

“Uncle Akashi is here!?” 

You chuckle. It’s a wonder how said man is viewed as intimidating and merciless among most adults dabbling in business, but is the opposite in the eyes of children. Shiina is almost obsessed with Akashi, what with his gentlemanly behavior that reminds her of Prince Charming. Shiina once even told you that since she can’t marry Papa, maybe she’ll marry Uncle Akashi instead—you have yet to tell Akashi this, but you have a feeling he already knows.

Speak of the devil, the redhead can be seen from twenty feet away thanks to his hair color, maneuvering amongst the crowd to approach your family. Shiina’s acting very much like an excited puppy, and you wonder if it’s immoral to compare the behavior of your human child to an animal (despite said animal being unbelievably cute as well), but that doesn’t matter anymore because Shiina is already in Akashi’s arms as he lifts her up in the air, chuckling amusedly.

Midorima looks at the scene with mild jealousy in his eyes—not that his eyes aren’t green in the first place.


“Mama?”

The usually animated voice of your daughter is now tired and soft as you tuck her in. She must’ve been exhausted after the performance.

“Yes, honey?”

“Can you tell me a bedtime story?” This piques your interest a little, because she’s stopped asking for stories before bed for almost a year now.

“Sure. What would you like to hear?” 

“The other day… Mai-chan and Reika-chan were talking about how their parents met and fell in love,” she says shyly, hiding her face behind a beloved doll. “Can you please tell me how you and Papa met, Mama? You’ve never told me that story before.”

You chuckle.

“You’re gonna have to ask Papa for that, honey. It’s a long story anyways, and you’re tired. Best go to sleep soon.”

“Okay…” Shiina says, and it’s not hard to pick up the disappointment in her voice.

“Goodnight honey,” you kiss her cheek before turning off the lights.

“’Night, Mama.”


Truth be told, there is no ‘long story’. Midorima just called you one day to ask you out for coffee with a tinge of nervousness in his voice that you can spot even from the other side of the line. You ended up scheduling a lunch instead, and if Shiina asks him to tell her how you fell in love with each other, he’ll have no explanation except of how breathtakingly beautiful you look with sunshine on your skin and a smile on your face as you talk about music and food and the stars. 

He will ask Shiina to keep it a secret from you, of course, because if you know he’s been in love with you for that long, he knows you’re never going to let it go.

Edibles

Summary:

I’m just saying you can’t possibly believe there aren’t people capable enough to do Mark’s job.” he paused. “Or an even better job.”

Aaaaalright. When you find that person, please let me know because I’m seriously dying to find someone who eats pussy the way he did.” you were mad. This wasn’t even about Mark’s pride. Who gave a shit about his pride? This was about the little shit lying right next to you.

He looked at you for the first time in the four hours he had been there, serious smoked out eyes boring into your own as he said in the calmest and deepest voice you had ever heard:

I can eat your pussy better than he ever will.”

Genre: Romance. Smut.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Rating: Mature (face riding and just a lil of spanking because damn)

Length: 3.2k

A/N: so ok, i used to write a lot when my blog url was slutmi and they were all fics about demi so i wasnt sure whether to post this or not. wrote it out of nowhere.  and idk listen this is trash like nowhere near as good as any other kpop/bts writer so i sincerely apologize so stOP judging right NOW istg sorry yes the outfit  jungkook is wearing here is THAT outfit. yall know which one. lets not ok? ok.  also btw listen to my queen jojo’s edibles for real invented r&b like queen of legendary comebacks she really did THAT


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