because of the eye holes

Things I love: how scientists name fish

The flabby whalefish? It’s a fish that looks kind of like a small whale and also has loose, flabby skin

Flashlight fish? Has things on its face that light up

Barreleye? It’s eyes point up and look barrel-like

Stonefish? Looks like a fucking rock

And, one of my favourites, the stoplight loosejaw? Has a really big mouth and two different spots that light up red and green

Fish scientists are like the astronomers of biology

I hate you so much, it must be true love

Murphy x Reader, little bit of Bellamy x Reader

Warnings: smut, nsfw, some swearing…I am trash…

Summary: After an argument about Pike, you and Bellamy break up. You want to hurt him. When you and Murphy get to talking you two start a love/ hate relationship. Things get heated. Fluff ending.

Ahem….I decided that there was not enough Murphy smut in this world. I’m usually more of a Bellamy girl but…he’s been a little brainwashed shit lately so I got more inspired by Murphy. I’m gonna consider this a oneshot I guess…slight POV change in the middle there. Sorry it’s a long one. I just couldn’t stop myself. Also sorry if it’s not good. It’s my first one and considering it’s mine…ofc it’s smut. :)


“I can’t believe what I’m hearing.” you say turning away from your boyfriend…well…kinda boyfriend. You and Bellamy had been sharing a room for four months now, ever since Clarke left. But sharing a bed was not all that you and Bellamy did at night. Everything was starting to look fine, until now.

“You actually think that this headcase is right? That anything Pike does is for ‘the good of the people’?!” You throw your arms in the air facing Bellamy, anger starting to fuel your actions. “Y/n, the grounders can’t be trusted. You of all people should know that!” “ Oh, don’t you dare bring this up right now!”

You lost your best friend in the ring of fire created to stop the grounder attack. That whole thing was a bit taboo, Bellamy had never even brought it up to you before right now. You felt betrayed by Bellamy. You had loved him, but you could no longer stand by his side with this.

“I’m sorry, but this is the hard truth. The grounders want us dead and if we don’t do something now, they will have their way. Pike understands that, why can’t you?” He crosses his arms and clenches his jaw. You can see that neither of you is going to back down from this.

“Believe me, I understand. But what you’re talking about….it’s bound to start another war. One that we might not be able to survive.” you step closer to him and lower your voice, fighting back the tears. “You’re talking about slaughtering 300 innocent people who were sent here to protect us!” You hear your voice break as a tear sets loose. Neither of you seem to be able to believe what the other is saying. Bellamy raises his voice completely overtaken by his stubbornness.

“Innocent!? Each and every one of these savages is to be blamed for the amount of people we’ve all lost. They started this, Y/n. We’re just going to end it.” Bellamy’s not the man that you thought he was. This proves it.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Bellamy yells after you as he sees you grab your packed bag and jacket. “I can’t do this anymore, Bell. It’s over and you know it.”


It has been a week. You haven’t even talked to Bellamy. You could barely look at his face since the massacre. To you Bellamy had become the monster he’d thought the grounders to be. He’d returned the battle unharmed, that somehow upset you even more. You wanted to hurt him, you wanted him to feel the pain that cursed through your heart and shadowed your mind.

“Why the sad face, Princess?” *ugh* Murphy was the last person you wanted to see. You’d never really talked to Murphy before. Bellamy always told you to stay away from him, that he was a murderer and that you would get hurt…but then again, Bellamy wasn’t here was he? His opinion no longer mattered to you.

“Boy drama.” You were sitting on a cut down log with bottle of whiskey in your hand. You’re guessing you didn’t look so good if even Murphy had noticed. “I see. So things must be going great with Bellamy.” He says with exaggerated sarcasm.

“Well, you could say that. I mean…we broke up about a week ago.” You finally look up at him. He looks disheveled. You all do most of the time. No time to sit in front of a mirror really.

“Eesh, tough luck. Mind if I sit here?” He asks gesturing the makeshift chair. “Sure.” You scoot over a bit to give him some space, and offer him a drink.

“No thanks. Can’t really drown my demons anymore. Those fuckers learned how to swim.” You chuckle a bit. Taking a sip for yourself. “What happened to your arm?” You ask pointing to the bandages on his forearm. “Uhm, dinner tried to eat me first I guess.” He gives you a crooked smile and you smile back. He doesn’t seem half as bad as Bellamy had made him out to be.


A few days had passed. You enjoyed Murphy’s company though you’d never tell anyone so. You two always bickered and flirted shamelessly.

“Hey, asshole! Has your face always looked this messed up or did you just forget to put on makeup today?” You give him a goofy smile as he gets closer. “Sup, bitch? What are you even doing here, shouldn’t you be workin’ the street corner?” He smiles back at you and you both shake your heads.

“Poor form, but nice try.” “Yeah, I’m not too proud of that one. I’ll keep working on it. You free tonight?” You always hung out in the evening after your shifts so you agreed to do the same tonight.

He made you happy. None of the others approved of your friendship but you didn’t mind basking in your hedonism. Especially because of the way you knew this made Bellamy feel. He hadn’t really stopped caring for you, but atleast he’d stopped his efforts to make contact with you.

Tonight was bonfire night…but something else was different. You sat a lot closer to Murphy. Your voice sounded a lot more sultry. Maybe it was because you could feel Bellamy’s eyes burn holes into your side. But that wasn’t it. You felt weirdly drawn to Murphy. He was smart, and funny. He made you feel safe enough to open up to him. Tell him things about yourself you never even allowed yourself to think of. You seemed to have the same sort of affect on him. Tonight, after a few drinks, your morals had disappeared and lust had settled in.

You dragged him off to a quiet hallway, away from peering eyes. You leaned against a wall and pulled him closer to you. He stared deep into your eyes, glancing at your lips every now and then. He placed a hand on your waist, squeezing a little to bring you closer. He wrapped his other hand in your hair, tugging at the strands as he ground himself against you.

“You want this, Princess?” His hot breath on your face made shivers run down your spine. You wrapped your arms behind his neck and a leg behind his. You kissed him passionately, letting your tongues explore each-others mouths as he lifted your leg higher around his waist so you could feel his erection grind against you through the unnecessary layers of clothing.

You reluctantly pull away from the kiss. He looks at you with a confused yet determined look on his face. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing, I just-” you gasp as he starts kissing your neck, definitely leaving marks for later. It feels so good so you urge him not to stop as you talk.

“I need you to remember, that I still hate you. This-this is just a momentary lapse of weakness brought on by involuntary abstinence. And I can’t do this if you feel something else or whatever. So I must ask. Do you hate me?” He stops for a little bit to look you in the eyes. His eyes seem darker, more focused. He clenches his jaw and shifts his eyes for a second. “Yea, sure.”

You didn’t really believe him but you also didn’t really care. You had never been too great with emotions but you could see he was a little scolded. But right now your brain had no power. Your body wanted him, and he wanted you.

“Then hell yea I want this.” That was the last coherent sentence you spoke. You pulled on his hair as he disheveled yours. The only thing cooling you down was the cold metal you were pinned up against.


Bellamy’s POV

He’d been drinking all night like everyone else. He needed a drink after seeing Y/n drape herself all over Murphy’s lap. He still cared for her, but he wasn’t sure if she cared for him. Maybe she was just trying to make him jealous. Maybe there was still hope for them.

He said goodnight to the rest of the guard and stumbled over to the Ark. He was heading down the halls when he stopped dead in his tracks. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Y/n and Murphy tangled up against a wall. Murphy seemed to notice him standing there but all he did was pull away from the kiss to give Bellamy a crooked smile before grabbing Y/n’s breast, kneading it in his hands as she moaned in his ear and sloppily kissed her neck.

Bellamy couldn’t take this. He practically ran back to the bonfire. He needed a few dozen more drinks before he could let himself think again.


Y/n’s POV

You’re still slightly intoxicated, yet everything seems much clearer. Murphy’s kissing your neck, sucking and biting at all the right places. You moan louder than you wanted to. You plead for Murphy to take you to your room.

When you somehow finally get there Murphy picks you up. You’re straddling him and kissing him while he kicks the door closed. You help him shrug off his jacket and do the same with your own. You’re tugging at his shirt as you try to get rid of yours. Once you succeed you find yourself on the bed. Frantically kissing him as he swiftly removes his shirt.

Your bodies are tightly pressed against each-other. His hands are roaming your body as you try to make the most of what he’s allowing you to move. He starts kissing down your jaw, your neck, stopping to suck and nibble at your nipples, kneading your breast with one hand. Then continues kissing your stomach, all the way down to your aching core. He strips you of your pants and underwear, kissing your inner thighs. Your back arches off the bed as he licks straight over your wet heat.

“All ready for me aren’t you?” He asks you meeting your gaze. You can’t help but stare. He looks so hot between your legs. “Yes-yes, Murphy. Gosh, just fuck me already!” “Impatient little doll. I promise you, I’ll make this worth your while.” And oh was he right. He shifts his focus from your eyes back to your core. He’s like Picasso with his tongue. He makes you grab the sheets in a pathetic attempt to steady yourself as you unravel and let out moans, screams and cusses of his name. Once he’s done you’ve already become a panting mess. He wipes your fluids off his chin and smirks at you.

“You were right, totally worth it!” You smile at him as gets up on his knees in front of you. “I’m always right.” “So you are.” You lift yourself off the bed to place sloppy kisses to his abdomen. You run your hands up the middle of his chest and down his sides, settling them on his belt. You keep kissing his hip bones and his small happy trail as you undo his belt and zipper. He helps you slide off his pants, his eyes glued to your every motion. You kiss the fabric that covers his erection. “Do you want me? Say you want me.” Your voice is light, yet sultry as ever. He practically groans his answer. “Yes, fuck yes I want you!” He pulls you up to kiss him again.

Soon enough he releases your body just enough that you can start kissing all the way down his neck, shoulders and chest. You take off his underwear and lay a firm grip on his throbbing cock. He throws his head back as you lick a small circle around his tip and pump a few times. He can’t seem to look away and decides to hold back your hair. Barely pushing you in any direction. You take him in your mouth little by little. His groaning, swears and moans of your name getting louder with each pump.

“That’s it, Princess! You’re in trouble now!” He pushes you back on the bed. Kissing you deeply, rubbing small circles around you clit. You’re now begging him for a release again. And he is sure willing to oblige. He pulls away and grabs his cock to guide himself through your entrance. You both groan from pleasure. You nod a little, giving him the ok to start moving. You’re both near your climaxes so his pace quickens. Any attempts of kissing fail because your mouth keeps dragging down his chin with each thrust. But neither of you mind.

He’s holding himself up on one elbow, burying his other hand’s fingers in your hips. You drag your fingernails over his back almost painfully enough to draw blood. This makes him grunt even more, his face still buried in the crook of your neck. You even bite his shoulder a little. His length slightly painful, but all the more enjoyable.

The rest of the world no longer exists. Just you and him. You barely hear the people outside. All you can sense is the sweat, the sound of skin against skin, the waves of pleasure washing over you. You keep working in harmony with his thrusts. Your eyes too intrigued by the movements of his lean muscles to dare close. You glance at the place where your bodies meet and feel yourself unraveling underneath him.

You scream his name into oblivion and his movements become less calculated and more uneven as he comes from the feeling of your walls clenching around him. He moans your name in response as he rides out both of your orgasms. He pulls out soon enough. Both of you panting and unable to speak as he lays beside you. You feel weak and you’re shivering, but not from cold. From absolute extacy.

Once you’ve both regained your composure you curl up to his side. He lifts one of your legs up over him and you place a hand on his chest to draw circles on his skin.

“That was…amazing.” He says smiling at you in the glow of the moonlight shining through the small window. “Yeah, it was. Would love to repeat that sometime soon.” You smile back at him. He kisses your head. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”


Soon enough you feel yourself drifting off to sleep, until he speaks up again. “I lied earlier.” “What?” You rub your eyes a little until you can clearly see the guilty look on his face as he stares at the ceiling.

“What are you talking about?” He licks over his lips and looks at you. “Earlier, when I said that I hated you…I didn’t mean a word of it. I’m sorry but, you’re actually one of the few people I like in this hellhole. The only person, to be exact.”

You just keep smiling at him. “I know.” “Wha- but you said…” He looks at you with the same confused look from earlier, except this one isn’t shadowed by lust, it’s shaded by hope. “I know what I said. And I lied too. I actually like you too.” You kiss him for reassurance, before turning over and tugging him to spoon you. You’re both fading to sleep as you hear him mumble.

“Thank god.”

I Give Up - part 3 (A Baekhyun Series)

Your phone was laying face up on the bench outside of the building in which you just took your exam. It was lit up, unlocked and on a contact page that read “Curry & Chocolate”. You paced in front of it, eyeing it nervously as you chewed on your thumb nail. Like you had been doing for 45 minutes since you finished your test.

You’d almost pressed it at least 10 times but each time you gave up and put it back down. Having tested out your voice each time and found that you sounded dumb, or nervous, or sleepy, or way too casual he would never buy that.

You walked in front of it again, biting your fingernails now.

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Album Art Wallpapers: Muse

Panic! at the Disco

Fall Out Boy

My Chemical Romance

twenty one pilots

Pierce The Veil

Sleeping With Sirens

Of Mice & Men

All Time Low

Bring Me The Horizon


Green Day

anonymous asked:

phantom of the opera au where erik's bag is a mid-2000s juicy couture tote bag

wait fuqq by bag are we referring to the make-shift sack-mask, because OH MY GOD, put some eye holes in that shit and call it Gucci. only the best for our sad ghost son.

So this is another Gambit fic because I promised my darling Simone that I would write her another one and until now I have not kept that promise. (For those of you uninformed as to the identity of Simone, please read the previous Gambit story, Play The Game, and/or the Steve Rogers Emoticons one-shot). Enjoy, my darlings!

“Neighbourhood Watch”

You were soaring through the air, pirouetting between, and stroking, the marshmallow clouds. The blazing sun watched over you and brushed your skin, giving it an auburn glow. Spinning, you dove beneath a blanket of cotton wool as a sound ricocheted in your ear. Tap. For such a small sound, it seemed to echo in your head so you paused, floating in mid-air, and looked around. Nothing. The clouds were pink and fluffy but you still could not see the source of the sound. Tap. You turned to the side, spinning around completely. Still, nothing.


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Episode 79, part 2, ON WITH THE MURDER

But first, storytime!

Bakura decides to play tourguide while facing Ghostface in - what he did not make at all clear is - a Duel to the Death

I have to presume (if he’s not making this up) that he knows Domino City Cemetery trivia from Ryou, who seems like EXACTLY the sort of person who knows Domino City Cemetery trivia. 

Or, you know, he’s lying and just came up with some bullshit based on the first monster in his hand he wanted to summon, because he summons a headless knight, see, tying in the tourguide facts with the game, what fun!


So Yami Bakura probably thinks he’s being really very upfront about the lethal nature of this card game…

But tragically (for Ghostface et al, not for Bakura), the fucking rhetoric of this card game is SO OVERBLOWN that they think Bakura’s just, like, being melodramatic. “Death” in this case being interpreted as “loss of a card game”, and not in fact, literally being killed. 

I blame Kaiba, to be perfectly honest. I feel like Kaiba was probably the one to normalise outlandishly dramatic metaphorical trash talk during televised duels. Ghostface could probably sue, if he wasn’t soon-to-be-deceased. 

Oh and speaking of dramatic trash talk!

It’s not translated the same, but he totally says “sore wa dou kana?” aka Yami’s catchphrase. I love parallels between this stylishly violent Ancient Egyptian ghost dork and the other one.

Ghostface starts off pretty strong (although the headless knight does freak him out) but is thrown off his game by Yami Bakura’s … ah … unconventional strategic attitude.

For example, Ghostface summons Golden Elephant Skeleton (actually “Golden Elephant” but it’s a fucking skeleton, fight me Pegasus) (also, fun fact! it’s thought that elephant skulls were the origin of the myth of the Cyclops - a giant with a single eye in the centre of their face - because of their trunk-hole, and the animators really went in for it here) …

And uses a magic card that does 300 LP for each card sent to the graveyard.

Bakura’s reaction?

“I call this the Immediately Stabbing Myself As The Opening Move To Any Plan technique. Violent, unprompted masochism really throws people off!”

Things Bakura is almost certainly sexually aroused by:

his own pain


other people’s pain

auto-erotic asphyxiation (I have no evidence for this one but, like. amirite.)

Ghostface And Pals’ fear:

Kaiba: aroused by card games

Yami: aroused by playing card games with certain people

Bakura: aroused by people being afraid of playing card games with him

please keep it in your pants mister

Turns out Bakura has a magic card I’m calling I Can’t Believe It’s Not Kul Elna:

that allows him to boost his own monster’s attack for every card he discarded, so he wasn’t just doing it to freak Ghostface out / get a rush from the pain of taking damage in a Dark Game.

At this point, these idiots are like “so when you say we’re going to die if Ghostface loses, you don’t really mean…?”

“Teehee, my bad!”

“… also his friends and/or card game associates.”

He says “World of Darkness” but he clarifies he literally means hell itself, as in, they will be for-reals-dead, not trapped in some shadow-y World of Darkness netherrealm.

There are actual ghosts involved now.

OR there are manifestations of Bakura’s Dark Game, taking the form of ghosts because that’s how he’s chosen this Dark Game to play out in order to fit the cemetery #aesthetic. 

And I gotta say, aside from his Ryou-approved stripes and trainers and pastels, he has this aesthetic NAILED.


He also means that literally; one of them tries and just vanishes into the mist to appear running back towards the duel from the other direction. Just like the nerd herd trying to get into Pegasus’s Dark Game.

Ghostface tries to buy some time with Nightmare Steel Cage

… or Demon’s Iron Cage now I guess. #shrugemoticon #fightmePegasus

And for a moment it looks like it’s working…


… and they do. (I see why this got censored tbh. Grim.) They are dragged bodily beyond the veil of death, conveniently leaving behind the Duel Disk.


CAN YOU IMAGINE if the next episode was Bakura exasperatedly descending into the underworld to retrieve the Puzzle Cards he’d accidentally banished to beyond the mortal realm, like “Hades, long time no see, listen, I’m in a hurry to get back to a card game tournament…”

Because indeed, he better hurry, everyone else is in a race to the location of the finals as though there’s some time limit, which there isn’t, but these people are all really fucking excited about their card games.

Mai’s giving the nerd herd a lift when they’re overtaken by…


Jou wants to try race Kaiba. Mai has to be the adult.

And look. There is. SO MUCH. To unpack here.

Otogi is #posing and I have NO IDEA how he and Honda managed to convince Anzu that this was a good idea especially GIVEN HOW MAI DRIVES (i.e. like she’s got road rage from being rejected as a stunt driver for a The Fast and the Furious movie for “being unnecessarily showy and reckless”) but it looks like Anzu has just realised the likelihood of their death in an action-movie car-fireball

Jou’s the one griping about the competition already and I think Shizuka’s just coming to terms with just how much card game talk there’s going to be over the next 48 hours 

Mai is internally berating herself for being stupid enough to offer Shizuka a lift “you KNOW they’re like a particularly needy gaggle of ducklings you HAD TO KNOW they would ALL get in your car goddammit Mai”

and Yugi is DEFINITELY thinking about how the side of his butt is touching the side of Anzu’s butt 


Step 6: Preparing The Doll Head for Glass or Acrylic Eyes

Materials: Exacto knife, pencil, tweezers, course sanding needles, googly eyes, Goof Off, Q-tips

I like adding glass eyes to my monster high dolls, because I feel like they add a certain level of detail in their 3-dimensional aspect that you can’t get with paint. You don’t have to do this, and if you want to just paint or draw on eyes, that’s okay too! You can completely skip this step and go on to Step 7.

Note: I would also like to mention here, that because I am doing glass eyes in this tutorial, I will not be re-rooting the doll- but doing a wig instead. While it is possible to re-root a doll that you’ve done eyes in, it can be extremely difficult and it doesn’t usually take well.  If you guys really want a re-rooting tutorial, let me know and I’ll be happy to make one for drawn/painted eyes and re-rooting.

Using a pencil or pen, draw on the shape of the eyes you want. You’ll want to make them a little smaller then your end goal so that you have room to trim and sand them.

(You can see some discoloration on Frankie’s head. I’m not sure what causes this, but it does happen frequently, especially with used dolls as she was. It’s totally normal, don’t panic. You won’t see it at all once the painting is done.)

Next, take your exacto knife and perforate around the edges of the lines you drew. Do this using only the very tip of your knife; you don’t want to try going straight to cutting out the eye holes because you risk the straight edge of the knife giving you odd, geometric eyes. Unless you want weird box eyes.. then, by all means, cut away. Once I have carefully perforated all the way around my eyes, I carefully start connecting them, again using just the tip of my knife. Repeat this step until you can remove your eye holes.

Try to make them as even as you can as you use your knife to round them out. Carve thin sheers of vinyl and use the tweezers to remove stubborn pieces.

Never try to remove too much at once. Once you have them the general shape you like, use the fine sanding needles to smooth out your eye hole edges. Be careful and gentle that they don’t get away from you and get too big! I have found that the soft vinyl doesn’t take well to sanding. You’ll want to squeeze the head to make it a little easier.

Once you’re happy with the shape of your eyes, you’re going to cut a hole in the doll’s head that you’ll use later to insert the eyes. On monster high dolls, there’s usually already a circle around the top of the head, and I usually use that as a guideline.

I notch my doll scalps when I cut them out- I do this because it makes lining them back up and putting them back on easier, in my opinion.

You’ll notice when you’ve cut open your doll head, that inside might still have glue and bits of hair in it. Use your tweezers, Q-tips, and Goof Off to clean that out so the inside of your doll head is clean.

Now, I like to use 8MM doll eyes for my Monster High Dolls, but I’ve heard a lot of people prefer the 10MM- this is all based entirely on preference, I have bought a pack of 8MM and 10MM cheap googily eyes that I use to get the size right before ordering the more expensive glass eyes (There’s no worse feeling then ordering your special eyes and getting them in the wrong size! Save yourself the headache with this simple test.)

Now that you’ve tested it, you can go ahead and order your doll eyes, by the time you’re ready to put them in, they’ll probably have arrived! (I like glass eyes over acrylics, and I’ve found ebay to be the best place to find them).

Stay tuned for Step 7: Base Painting Your Doll!
This step is currently on hold as I await the arrival of the paint in the mail, thanks for your patience!
Note: I am uploading as I work on this doll- which is not every day! I will try to keeps posts coming at least once a week, but please be patient – this is something I do for fun.


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Professional? [Cjamm]

Artist: Cjamm | Word Count: 2.737

I’m back with another scenario!:) This actually happened when I’m on the plane back to my country, and this little girl next to me was sleep talking. Hope you all enjoy this one


The café you were sitting at was dead empty, since you were lounging there at such an ungodly hour. The sky was dark with the stars and the moon lighting your way in, and the night was cold against your skin, unlike the warmth of your bed in your apartment. But you were meeting someone at 2 AM, and that someone said it was urgent, an emergency, he explained.

So here you were, sitting at a coffee shop in the middle of Seoul, at a time where the city was asleep. Time ticked by and the seconds moved, you didn’t even realize half an hour have passed ever since you arrived. Your mind was barely there, eyelids starting to drop as the sleepiness started to come back to you. The cup of coffee in front of you was already empty minutes ago, and the person you waited for have yet to arrive.

As if on cue, the bell on the door of the café chimed, and a guy with a suitcase strolled inside, effectively waking you up. You had to narrow your eyes to see the visitor’s face, since his hat was covering it. But when light landed on his face, you released the breath you were holding, your tense shoulders slumping down.

“I thought you were going to let me sleep here until morning, Jihoon.” Swings took the seat in front of you and took his hat off, flashing you a wide grin.

“I don’t think I could wait any longer to get you this gift, (Name).” You raised your eyebrows as he set his bag down, and rummaged through it, and pulling out a clear file filled with papers in it.

Swings slid the clear file across the table, and you took it with your mind filled in confusion. Carefully taking out the papers and reading it one by one, you got even more confused, as your mind can’t seem to comprehend or get any idea from the words printed on the papers.

“Why are you giving me this?” You whispered, raising your eyes to the Jihoon who was still grinning at you, when you were so sure his mood would be ruined because of the long flight he had.

“I’m offering you your new job!” Jihoon said, “I know you hate being jobless, and this job fits you anyways.” Your jaws went slack as the information escaping from his lips started to sink in.

Somehow, the cries of wanting to sleep from your mind had disappeared all of a sudden, and your mind was cheering in happiness, despite how you look so shocked on the outside. And your eyes that looked tired started to glimmer in excitement.

At least you’re not jobless anymore.

It was around 2 in the afternoon when you stepped inside of the JM building with Swings next to you. There weren’t many people around, but your eyes were wide when you finally got a look inside of the building. Somehow, the atmosphere felt different, unlike the old office you worked before. It was homey in here, something that you noted when your foot stepped inside.

“Everyone here is pretty chill, so I’m sure you won’t get into a fight and lose your job like before.” A punch landed on Swings’ arms as he was teasing you for the reason you lost your job last time.

“Shut up!” You groaned, “Just show me where he is and tell me what to do, and I’ll try my best to adapt to everything here.”

Swings was an angel for giving you this job, because you really do need money for your living. And you were going to give your best, because you didn’t want to let your friend down.

“Alright, he’s usually lounging in here-“ The door Swings was pointing at slammed open, and a guy casually walked out from the room, and do note that he was half-naked.

Your cheeks turned pink as your eyes landed on his toned body, tattoos painting his skin that made him look scary to you. But you really weren’t expecting to see this on the first day of your job, and you couldn’t help but gulp because his body looks so fine. He seemed oblivious of your presence, since he was already grinning at Swings.

Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

“There he is! Sungmin, meet (Name), she’ll be your new manager from now on.” Finally, Cjamm’s eyes met yours, and he gave you a smile, holding his hand out for a handshake.

“Stage name Cjamm, but feel free to call me Sungmin.” Maybe Cjamm have finally noticed how red your cheeks were, as he gave you a wink and walked away just like that.

Your eyes almost popped out of its place as your mouth hung down, pure shock written all over you. As Cjamm continued to walk and disappeared from your sight as he entered another room, you couldn’t help but question if this is the right job for you.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to him.” There was a pat in the back as Swings’ voice snapped you back to reality.

“Hell, I better do that fast.”

As time goes on, you surprisingly got close to Sungmin. The job wasn’t hard for you because you and Sungmin got along well, and you finally understood why Swings had offered you the job. Both of you had a few things in common, and that helped you get comfortable with him faster, and so does he.

Sungmin was an amazing person when you get used to his attitude. He was confident, and he had the skills, and he enjoyed being on stage, he was a great performer. Despite his flirty attitude at times, he was actually very kind, something that you didn’t imagine you would see from him.

And so you were with Sungmin all the time. Whenever he was making music, you were there for him, and sleeping in the studio became a normal thing for you. During concerts, interviews, and photo shoots, you were there for him when he needed to stand as a rapper. But slowly, you were also there when he was being Ryu Sungmin, just goofing around together. There was a great chemistry between you two that anyone can see, and thankfully Sungmin had made your job way better than before.

Waking up in the morning for your job felt easier. And you smiled more ever since you started the job. And somehow, you felt a very different feeling when you’re with Sungmin, and you always looked forward into meeting him.

That was when you stupidly realized that you like him. Seeing Sungmin laughing from the other side of the room caused butterflies tickling in your stomach. The subtle gestures like high-fives and a pat from the back made your heart race to the clouds. There was always a smile after you received a text from Sungmin, but you grew anxious when he doesn’t answer.

To sum it up, you fell for someone you shouldn’t have. You would have to put your heart aside, and you didn’t know if work would seem as enjoyable as before you realized this feeling.

You had to try to be professional.

Sungmin was going crazy with the way his manager was acting the past few days. You were clearly drawing a line between the two of you, and you were distant and cold now. He had guessed maybe you were in that time of the month, but could it really turn you into someone he barely knew?

The texts Sungmin sends you that doesn’t have anything work-related were replied hours later. And the smile that was usually there when he cracked a joke or just goofed around was long gone. You didn’t throw that pretty smile he loves so much, and Sungmin was fast to realize that why you were like this is because of him.

It was obvious how you smiled and laughed to others, but threw a cold glance at you.

But Sungmin needed to fix what was wrong with you, because he couldn’t seem to go much long without seeing the normal you. Not when his heart was beating way too fast when he’s with you, and now he’s close to falling into the pit of sadness.

“Hyung, I’ll sit next to (Name).” Swings nodded and took Sungmin’s passport, booking him at the window seat next to his manager.

Right now, the artists of Just Music were at the airport, getting ready for their flight to London. It was for their concert, and so all of them came to Incheon Airport. Sungmin thought that maybe this long flight would be a good opportunity to talk things out with you. Although Sungmin himself wasn’t so sure about how he’ll start the talk with you.

But as the minutes passed on, Sungmin felt jealousy build up inside of him as he watched you interact with the others, but when your eyes met his, you gave that cold stare at him again.

As you plopped yourself down to your seat, you breathed a sigh of relief. You felt tired because you didn’t get a wink of sleep at all, and because of today’s schedule, you had to be at the JM building in the morning. The plane will take off at night time, which is perfect for you to catch up on sleep. You couldn’t seem to sleep peacefully these past few days, because Sungmin occupied your mind a lot.

Just as you were going to close your eyes, a cough escaped from beside you. You recognized that voice too well that you didn’t need to turn your head and see who it was.

“Can you step out for a moment, please? I need to get to my seat.” Sungmin gave you a small smile, but you glared at him before moving out of your seat.

Sungmin didn’t really do anything wrong, he really didn’t. But you can’t seem to focus on work with these feelings, and it hurts more to know that you can’t even have him. So you drew the line between the two of you, and the smiles you used to give him were changed into cold glares from you. And when you’re starting to get a hang of things, you were going to be stuck a few hours beside him.

Just. Great.

Sungmin clearly saw the drastic change of mood in you. He bit his lips and set himself down nervously, eyes glancing towards you beside him. As you closed your eyes to try and fall asleep, you failed miserably of course, because Sungmin’s eyes were boring holes into you, and you were getting annoyed by the second.

“Can you stop staring at me, please?”

“What? Oh, right.” How Sungmin wanted to punch himself for being so stupidly obvious.

You were driving him crazy, and Sungmin knew well he wasn’t like this usually. You brought out the new side of him, completely shadowing the arrogant attitude that he displayed in public. And he felt like a wimp for not being able to confess to you. And the fact that you won’t even talk to him was making everything worse.

If only they weren’t connected because of work, maybe he could confess to you by now.

Night time falls fast, and your watch told you it was already 12 AM in South Korea. Your eyes were wide awake and your heart had been beating like crazy ever since the plane took off, because of the guy next to you. And now, you can’t seem to sleep with Sungmin’s head leaning onto your shoulder.

This bastard.

This was the closest you got to him, and you can smell his strong cologne and the warmth radiating from him. It was nice, and you feel all warm on the inside, but your mind was holding you back. Your thoughts kept on telling you that you can’t fall in love because Sungmin was the artist that you were managing, it would be unprofessional if you do so. But you can’t really deny that you already fell for him, and your heart craved to let him know how you feel.

And you were alone with your thoughts again tonight, not being able to move because you didn’t want to wake Sungmin up. He was weirdly restless today, he was twitching in nervousness, you thought. You didn’t have the heart to move so you could be comfortable.

What a wimp.

You were only able to show that you care for him when he’s unconscious. When Sungmin was wide awake, you would give him the cold shoulder, and you only acknowledged him as rapper Cjamm, not Ryu Sungmin. You really missed the time where you two would just fool around as friends, but you had to hold yourself. You had to hold your heart down.


Your heart stopped when Sungmin’s voice broke the silence, and your eyes moved towards his form beside you, and he appeared to be still asleep. But you were so sure it was his voice that had said your name. That only means one thing:

Sungmin sleep talks.

Biting your lips, you tried to hide the giggle from escaping your lips, afraid of waking everyone around you. But your heart was bursting into happiness, because Sungmin looked so cute now, and you were nervous as well, waiting if he would sleep talk again.


“What are you trying to say, Sungmin?” You whispered, fooling around while talking to his still sleeping form.

“I love you.”

What did he say?

You froze when you heard what Sungmin said. What in the world was going on his dream? You were freaking out right now. While Sungmin remained asleep even if you were twitching in your seat, his snores echoing around you. Biting your lips, you contemplated on whether you should ask him further or not. But it won’t hurt to ask, right? Sungmin seems like he’s too knocked out to wake up right now.

“Who do you love, Sungmin?” You asked, your voice whispering softly near his ear.

While waiting for his reply, your heart was doing summersaults, your mind couldn’t stop thinking about the answers he might spit out. You didn’t even know if what Sungmin said now is what he actually feels on the inside, since he was barely conscious. But you were way too curious to care, or you were too sleep-deprived to think in the right mind.

“I love you, (Name).” Sungmin murmured, and you swore your heart soared high to the sky now.

This idiot.

“I love you too, you idiot.” Moving swiftly, you laced your right hand with his left ones.

Maybe now you could sleep in peace.

Sungmin woke up feeling awfully nice unlike the past few days were it was so hard for him to open his eyes. He yawned and stretched his arms, but stopped when he saw that he wasn’t able to move his left ones. His eyes then noticed that he was holding your right ones, and Sungmin’s cheeks turned red, feeling flowers bloom in his heart.

This is way too early to feel like this.

Unfortunately, because of his movements, you slowly woke up from your deep slumber. Releasing a yawn from your lips, your eyes were met with Sungmin’s orbs, clear nervousness written all over him. And then everything that happened last night started to sink in, your cheeks turning red as well, and you quickly unlatched your fingers from his.

But Sungmin held on, and he laced your fingers with his. A smile was apparent on his lips, and he didn’t seem to mind holding hands with you.

“Your hands are super soft, (Name).”

“Oh, thank you.”

Silence fell between the two of you and you were having an internal battle in your mind, on whether you should just confess about what happened last night or not. But Sungmin seemed to be able to read your expression, and he knew that you were conflicted on the inside.

“Did anything happen last night that I ended up holding your hand?”

“Nothing weird happened, really. Just that you were being a wimp and confessed to me by sleep talking.” Sungmin chuckled and he looked a little embarrassed by what you had revealed to him.

“So is it a yes or a no?”

“Would I really accept the love of a wimp?”


Addicted To Him (Mature) (Part 3)

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Request: Can you please do another imagine with the same nerdy Justin. But can you have like a flashback after Y/N said she’d be his gf when they get back to school she denies it at first bc he’s a nerd at school and Justin gets angry and he gets her alone and is all angry shows and shows his dominance and they have sex (with consent of course)

Part One Part Two

I sat on our bed, surfing through tv channels but nothing seemed to spark my interest. I sighed and turned off the tv. I turned my head to look at Justin, sitting on the other side of the bed on his laptop, working. Suddenly I remember something that turned me on. 

 "Hey jay, remember when…“ 

 It had been a month since Justin and I got freaky in my bed and he had asked me to be his girlfriend. Let me tell you one thing, I’ve never been more content with life. Justin was the sweetest person on the entire planet but it’s not like I didn’t know that already. We hadn’t been able to keep our hands off of each other…well more likely, I couldn’t control my hands. It’s like after our first time, I got addicted to him, I always wanted more. 

 Although, nobody knew about us at school. Justin absolutely hated PDA so nobody had suspected anything going on between us, hence, nobody asked and neither of us told. He would always walk me to my house after school and we would spend time together. I would always go over, mostly because I had grown attached to him but sometimes also because I needed him to help me with my homework. 

 He still got nervous around me sometimes and I would find it absolutely adorable. But for the most part, his stuttering and nervousness had vanished. Surprisingly, half of the time it was him who initiated sex and it would turn me on beyond belief. I don’t know, it was just something about him being bold that did things to me. Maybe it was because he had always been shy around me and it excites me to see a whole new side of me. Whatever it was, I knew one thing for sure, this guy was a keeper. He isn’t someone I want to lose. 

 As I walked to his locker, an amazing idea popped into my head. I wanted to rile him up so he would be more dominating with me. I saw him loading his bag with his books as usual. I went and hugged him from behind. I felt him stiffen, probably because he was startled and I giggled. He loosened up as he realized it was only me. I walked in front of him and wrapped my arms around his neck to hug him. 

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Cruiserweight Lover

Drabble: #49
Superstar/Diva: TJ PERKINS
Prompt: “I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.”
A/N: My first request for TJ, and I’m super stoked! SMUT AHEAD!!!!! Sorry if it sucks!

You walked around backstage, mingling with the other Superstars and Divas, until you walked by TJ Perkins. He thought he was the baddest thing, although he was more of a cute puppy dog, but you would never admit that to him.

As you walked past him, he called your name, making you stop in your tracks and turn to face him and his ego.

“Lets make a deal, (y/n).” He told you, now standing about an arms distance away from you.

You crossed your arms over your chest and raised an eyebrow. “What kind of deal, Perkins?”

“When I win tonight’s match, and retain my title, you reward me?” He said, his ego shining through.

“What makes you think you’ll win?” You asked, eyes never leaving his.

He stepped closer to you, “because I’m that good.”

“Sure you are, but what happens if you don’t win? Can I go around and spread a rumor saying the only reason you have a huge ego is because you have a small penis?” You asked, laughing at the end.

TJ then stepped even closer to you, only inches from you now, “oh trust me, my ego is huge, but my dick is bigger.”

You rolled your eyes, “you’re an idiot, but I guess we’ll see tonight.” You said, walking away and swinging your hips because you could feel TJs eyes burning holes into you.


You stood shocked, watching as TJ held the title above his head. Your head spun as you remembered your deal with him, and thought about how you had to reward him.

He came through the curtain, smiling and his eyes searching for you. Soon they found you and then he strutted towards you.

“I have an interview to do, so go get changed out of your ring gear, shower, and slip into something more comfortable, and go to room 305. I should be there at the time, if I’m not then wait for me.” He told you before walking off.


You showered, shaved, and got changed into some sweats and a “Property of WWE” tee. Now, on the outside you looked like a homeless person, but underneath those clothes, you had on a lacy black set of undergarments, so you headed to TJs room.

You only had to wait for about 10minutes, until TJ arrived. He let you walk in ahead of him, and he placed his hand in the small of your back as you did so. Once inside he dropped his bag, and looked at you.

“You know, I thought you would’ve worn something sexier, but I can deal with the sweats I guess.” He said more to himself than to you.

You rolled your eyes again at his idiotic tendencies, and stripped yourself of your clothing, looking at him afterwards.

“I thought this was sexy enough.” You smiled.

He stood across from you, mouth opened wide and eyes almost out of his head.

“Y-y-You’re…I mean… WOAH.” He stuttered, making a giggle escape from your lips.

“So are you gonna stand there and look at me, or are we going to get to business?” You asked, snapping him in reality.

With realization, he stripped himself of his clothing items except his boxers.

“So, TJ, how would you like to be rewarded? Because that was our deal, remember.” You questioned, moving closer to him.

He stuttered once more before saying “suck my cock, p-please.”

You smiled and happily did so, sinking to your knees and pulling his boxers down as you went. You looked up at him through your lashes, and you could’ve sworn he almost lost it then.

Taking his erection in your hand, you kitten licked his slit and he was a moaning mess just by that. You continued, soon taking him into your mouth. He grabbed at your hair and made a makeshift ponytail to help guide you.

“Your mouth is going to be the death me, babe.” He spoke, while throwing his head back.

He pulled you away, a string of salvia connecting your lips to his member.

“Look, I’ll repay you next time we do this, but if I don’t get to be inside of you right now, I’m going to explode.” He told you, helping you up and laying you back on the bed.

He held his body of yours by his hands, and looked into your eyes, asking for permission. You nodded your head ever so slightly, and he pushed his head into you. Your eyes rolled back and a moan fell from your lips. TJ rocked his hips back and forth, moans falling from your mouth at a constant rate.

“Fuuuucccckkk,” He groaned, “I need to go faster. I can’t do this much longer.” He whispered to you.

“Faster and harder, TJ. I’m close.” You moaned again.

He moved your legs from around his waist and put them over his shoulders, now hitting a deeper angle, making louder sounds come from him, but your moans were almost silenced from the pleasure.

“TJ, oh my, FUCK, don’t stop.” You said in pure bliss, as you hit your climax and your walls tightened around TJ.

“Ugghh.” He groaned, releasing inside of you, staying there for a minute.

He rolled off to the side shortly after, and laid there breathing heavy with you.

“You’re still an idiot by the way.” You said, turning to him.

“I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.” he laughed, rolling over to kiss you.

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Chloe staring at beca and beca gets really nervous and trips over something

Beca hates rain. Usually, Beca would spend her lunchbreak eating by the tree she claimed as her own, listening to music, just being by herself and zone out for a bit. She liked to be by herself. She didn’t have to wonder if what she had to say was insulting to anyone, which it usually was. For that reason, she mostly kept quiet through classes and lectures. She’s not the kind of person who could pretend to like something she actually disguises.

But today, she’s standing with her tray of food in front of the window, watching the rain pour down on her spot. She wonders if her laptop and headphones would survive this kind of weather, and of course she knows they won’t, but she hates eating in the lunchroom. Beca hates a lot of things, actually. Rain, being around people, eating in a room full of people. And that’s just what’s happening right now.

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N: Lol. N would discretely knock it off your shoulders with his stank face plastered on. It’ll be so smooth and subtle as he’ll pretend to put his arm around your shoulders and the jacket will fall just to be trampled over. “*Pushes the jacket off.* Whoops. Ravi, your jacket fell in some nacho cheese.”

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Leo: He’ll look at the jacket like a foreign object. You didn’t have it on a minute ago and now you do and it doesn’t belong to him. But honestly, he’ll get over it. He’d rather you be warm than get sick. “Oh…?”

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Ken: He’ll be hilariously offended considering his friend had to take care of your needs when he couldn’t. And the hilarious part is how he’ll try to rectify the situation…which means finding something equivalent to a jacket somewhere in the area. “Hey! I can take care of my girlfriend. Umm…here! *Grabs a handful of napkins and puts them on your arms.* HYPOTHERMIA BE GONE!”

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Ravi: He’ll have that ‘thanks bro, but I got this’ mentality but he wouldn’t be rude about it. He’ll simply slide the jacket off and back hug you, sharing his warmth. If anybody is going to warm your bones it will definitely be him. And yes he’ll walk as far as he has to in that position. “All you had to do is ask. You know my core is like a furnace…a furnace of love.”

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HongBin: He’ll be offended, no doubt about it. His eyes will burn holes into that jacket because it’s not his and you’re comfy by the hands of another even if it’s his best friend. Like Ken, he’ll go and find something else because he’s your knight in shining armor. “Why didn’t you ask for my jacket? Never mind, don’t answer that. There’s a shopping center right here like literally in a couple of feet we can buy you a jacket. Bro, I got this.”

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Hyuk: Ha. Hyuk will be jokingly offended that you took the warmth surrounding his friend’s body for yourself. He’ll tease you about it, but he’ll get over it and thank his hyung for sacrificing himself to the cold. “Why you do this? He needs to keep his core warm!”

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calm and chaos

His voice turns all soft. She hates it because it makes her want to turn around and look at him. And that’s a bad idea because she knows how his eyes probably look right now, all wide and golden-irised and framed with long dark lashes that melt her right into the floor. “Are we ever gonna talk about it, Lydia?”

“Talk about what?”

“Right. Please remember that I know your IQ. Don’t play dumb.”

She forgets her earlier resolution not to look at him and wheels on Stiles with a glare. She knows she can’t escape this; she can tell by his tone of voice, he’s going to keep trying. It’s best to face it head on, say something to get him off her back, and then move on. Or at least, try to. Like how she’s been trying to move on for months. “Fine. Talk,” she all but spits.

He doesn’t mince any words. “Why’d you really kiss me, that day?”

[prompt from stydia-fanfiction: “Lydia and Stiles finally talk about the kiss!”] Post-season 5, and I managed to shoehorn in my season 6 kiss headcanon in as well bc WHY NOT. thank you @scileslife for beta-ing!! 3273 words, Rated T. Also on AO3

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That ring you start with should be the circumference of your head. Add like 2inches allowance for your wig. And so the helm isn’t pressing right up to your nose (and considerably less uncomfortable).

I have a friend who is going to cosplay Undyne in her armor and they needed help with making her helm. There are plenty of ways you can do it, but this is how I would. With just cardboard and hotglue. And then paint it silver (the silver paint I always use is Golden Artist Colors acrylic paint in Iridescent Silver. It’s a very metallic, shiny silver paint and covers surfaces well without getting thin.

Her helm only has one eye-hole, because well…she only has one eye, so it’ll probably be frustrating as all heck to see out of one eye all day. Perhaps if you can find a sheer silver fabric you can cut another eye-hole and just cover it with that, but otherwise just…deal with having limited vision.

I put a little buckle on the back so you can fasten it, but you don’t have to. You can technically just slide it up off of your head, but it’ll take your wig with it. It’s meant to be worn with wig and makeup on underneath. The buckle or just having an open back (like…an almost-full-head mask) will make putting it on and taking it off much easier.


Check out this amazing skull!

This horse suffered from a severe trauma while it was alive. Not sure what happened for certain but I’d bet it was kicked by another horse. No clue what else could really cause that kind of damage and it’s really amazing that this animal wasn’t killed instantly but all of the breaks show signs of healing and growth of new bone.

Despite all that, I think in the long run that injury was probably what caused the death of this animal because it wasn’t totally healed (still a large hole above the eye socket) when it died and it died in its prime based on the tooth wear.

I’m absolutely smitten with this incredible skull and very happy to have it in my collection. More pics to come soon!

So, my theory on Infinite’s The Eye music video:

Myungsoo, in the beginning, is back to the place where all of his friends and him spent a lot of time in, after attending their funeral(s) (this is why he’s wearing a tuxedo). This causes him to get /dragged/ into a battle of emotions & self-blame (maybe Myungsoo think’s all his friend’s death is his fault) and almost suicide. Myungsoo puts the bag over his head, and starts to strangle himself. During this is when Myungsoo starts to “see” his friends (emotions).

At 1:05, the book reads 7 emotions: Desperate, Sadness, Fear, Regret, Hate, Courage, and Forgiveness. 

At 1:17, the words “Regret” and “Hate” are painted around the bed. Around 1:33, it is shown that Hoya, represented as “Hate”, starts to fight with Myungsoo. But then once Myungsoo gains control over the “Hate”, it turns into “Regret”, as shown by how when they flip over, Hoya turns into Woohyun (regret). 

This regret turns into fear (1:53), as shown by Myungsoo being pulled into the closet with the word “Fear” painted on it. I think this is a significant part because, throughout the MV, Sungyeol (fear) never really looks at Myungsoo in the face (maybe Myungsoo IS the cause for their deaths?). When they are all at the table (1:19), only Sungyeol is turned away from Myungsoo (again at 2:37). I think that Sungyeol is trying to show him that there’s a way to escape all this (heading towards the light). 

However, Sunggyu shows up at 2:07 to pull Myungsoo away from the light, because he’s the only one courageous enough to do so (the word Courage” is on the chair Sunggyu drags him to at 2:13).

This then, turns into sadness, as represented by Sungjong. This period of sadness is short, however. This is represented as Sungjong wiping away Myungsoo’s tears (3:02). I take this as a form of forgiveness - Sungjong is forgiving Myungsoo. 

Then at 3:11, regret, or Woohyun, appears again. But, this time, Woohyun touches Myungsoo’s shoulder, which Myungsoo responds to by touching back. I assume this to be Woohyun forgiving Myungsoo now.

At 3:35, he’s fighting with Hate again (Hoya). But, shortly after, Myungsoo is tired of fighting and finally collapses. Instead of Hoya continuing, he holds Myungsoo gently in his arms (3:44). Thus, signifying that Hoya forgives him. 

After all this, Myungsoo realizes that none of his friends blame him (or at least most) and so, he can finally escape this “typhoon” and be at peace. At 4:15, when they are all standing, Myungsoo is seen to have his eyes closed, almost in a peaceful-looking state, while everyone elses is open. Finally, at 4:28, Sunggyu (courage), is able to bring light back into Myungsoo’s life (as represented by turning on the lamp).

Because of the /convenient/ eye holes in the bag (maybe this represents a little bit of hope?), it caused Myungsoo to only focus in a particular spot (4:30). Because of that, when the light turned on, it caused him to “wake up” and go back to reality. 

So, yeah, that’s what I think of the MV. Maybe Dongwoo was not shown in the MV because he was represented as forgiveness in whole, if that makes sense. As for Sungyeol, I’m not sure if he’s forgiven Myungsoo, or if he’s too scared and fearful to. 

Of course there are inconsistencies to my theory, so feel free to add on to this. I don’t even think my theory lines up with the lyrics, but whatever.

At first, I thought they were all ghosts haunting Myungsoo because the table scene gave me Ouija feelings.

"Imagine Sam and Dean helping you get over your fear of guns” One Shot

Author: curiositykilledthecompanion

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Warnings: childhood trauma

Word Count: 1893

Summary: The reader has had traumatic experience involving guns before, and now must learn to shoot one.


Screaming. Screaming. Silence.

Oh, and look at that! A second one! My, you humans do breed fast. Like rabbits, hm? Don’t be shy, now, give me that.

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