because you can see how enthusiast he is

Let’s examine a few important CS moments/milestones:

  • First kiss - In the same episode, we learn Neal is alive.
  • “There’s not a day will go by I won’t think of you.” “Good.” - Separated by a year and a curse in which Emma nearly gets engaged to a flying monkey.
  • Emma tells Killian she’s tired of living in the past and actively flirts with him - his lips have just been cursed by Zelena.
  • The kiss outside Granny’s - Marian reveal a few minutes later that causes Emma to put the brakes on their relationship for the next few episodes.
  • First date - Killian’s “cursed” hand.
  • Emma says “I love you” for the first time - Immediately becomes the Dark One and is transported to another realm.
  • “I DO want a future with you.” - Killian dies a few minutes later and is turned into a Dark One against his wishes.
  • “All sins can be forgiven when someone loves you.” - The entire ending of “Birth” JFC someone hold me.
  • “I love you” in a Nobody Is In Mortal Peril Scenario - They go home and make out for 30 seconds before that fucking dirigible ruins everything.
  • Killian is angsting over whether David will accept him as Emma’s potential husband but eventually gets an enthusiastic “Hell yeah!” from his future father-in-law - Five minutes later he learns he murdered David’s father in cold blood.
  • Killian seeks help and tries to do the right thing and works up the courage to tell Emma - Unplanned proposal because he can see how much she wants it, and keeps a secret 0.25 seconds after Emma says “no secrets.” Is overjoyed that she says yes for approximately three seconds before the Furrowed Brow of Self-Loathing and Awful Secrets returns.

If any of us are salty about current events or negative about prospects for future episodes, this is why.


Christian Yu x Reader: Let Me Explain - Chapter 6

Chapter 1: These Seoul Streets. | Chapter 2: Uninvited Guests | Chapter 3: Confrontation | Chapter 4: Who Wouldv’e Thought?| Chapter 5: Red Roses

Chapter 6: It’s Party Time

Word count: 5287 (I’m sorry lol)

Series type: Angst.

Warnings: Bad language and mentions of alcohol and consumption of it.

Additional Characters: DPR LIVE (Dabin) and mentions of other artists/fictional characters.

A/N: Thank you everyone for supporting the series the way you have, sadly all good things come to an end, this is part one to the finale. Please keep in mind English is not my first language therefore there might me some spelling/grammar mistakes

You can’t even explain how everything happened so fast. It’s been three days since that night, and it has also been three days since you’ve seen Christian face to face. You keep in contact through texts and calls and see him through late night face time sessions, but both of your schedules were too packed to actually meet up. Especially now that operation fake relationship is up and running.

After Christian attended that meeting at YG he had been so busy, being pushed around like the media puppet they made him to be. Christian explained that they wanted to get the important stuff out of the way first so that the public would keep paying attention to them, which was key for all of this to work. He told you it was temporary. That he’d be really busy for a week or two before things would slowly start to die down. It was exactly what you were afraid of. Every time he’d text you to ask you if you were okay with something you didn’t have a choice but to say yes. You had to. He was being considerate of your feelings throughout the whole thing, but you didn’t even put up a fight. Not even when he expected you to because you felt like you were secretly being watched by Hyung Suk. It made him question why you didn’t care anymore, but he didn’t have much time to think about you because he was kept busy. Christian was only trying to please and help everyone around him at the same time, neglecting his own work and relationships in the end. In some weird way you were relieved he was too busy to be with you. It made it easier to keep your secret. But you missed him. More than you expected to.

You could have predicted this. You could have said no when you had the chance. But now you’re glued stuck to a spot you couldn’t get out of because you were being blackmailed. You partially blamed yourself for this mess, thinking back to that night in the dance studio when you so childishly thought of this deal as a test for Christian’s loyalty to you. Would you have done differently if you could have? Absolutely. Can you now? Absolutely not. Not with all of these consequences. You weren’t only responsible for your own life if this video got out because of you, but also the lives of Christian, Dabin, Cream and the rest of the people affiliated with DPR. There was too much damage to be done with the truth. Damage that couldn’t be mended.

You nearly broke your brain overthinking the past couple of days and nights. You contemplated on whether to tell Christian or not, but you know you can’t. Not until you figure out a solution.

You had been coping with your emotions by shutting them out. Living on automatic pilot. It’s like you slowly tricked your mind not to care anymore, even though you do. More than anything.

You manage to smile at the Starbucks employee who handed you your two Americano’s. Saying a quick thank you. You hastily run to your car through the rain and put the coffees on the passengers’ seat. You drive to Dabin’s apartment. You hadn’t seen him since that night either. He texted you last night If you could come over at around 3 in the afternoon to listen to some of his new music. He loved to hear your opinions on his stuff because he knew you get to listen to new releases before most people, since you choreograph songs for many idols and solo artists. It unexpectedly made you an expert on new trends in kpop/khiphop.

You arrive at around 1:15 in the afternoon, you knew you were early. A little too early. But you were bored and way too happy to find some distraction with a good friend.

You ring his doorbell first, waiting for a good 30 seconds before you decide to bust out his spare key. He does it to you all the time, so you figure you could too. Maybe he isn’t home? Hence the 3 o clock time stamp you figured.

You clumsily enter, trying not to drop the coffee.

“Dabin?” you yell out kicking off your sneakers before you walk into his living room. No response.

You frown putting the coffees on his kitchen counter when you hear a door open. You turn around to see a half naked Dabin standing before his bedroom door, softly closing it behind him. You raise your eyebrows at him.

“Where’s your shirt? It’s 1 in the afternoon” you ask looking him up and down.

“Why…. are you here?” he asks wide eyed in a hushed tone.

“Uhm, you asked me to come?” you say crossing your arms.

“Yeah at three y/n. At three” he repeats, still talking in a hushed tone.

“Why does it matter, you’re always up at 10.” You say rolling your eyes. “And why are you whispering. Is Lori sleeping? Is Christian making you dog-sit again because he’s too busy?” you ask taking a sip of your coffee.

Dabin doesn’t say anything, he just stands there guarding the door to his bedroom when suddenly it clicked.

“Oh my god…Are you? Did you? Is someone here?” you stammer.

He closed his eyes nodding. He’s embarrassed, how cute.

Your eyes lit up, giving him a devilish smile “Can I meet her” you say enthusiastically.

“What!? Are you crazy!?” he says in that hushed tone again, frantically looking around for his shirt.

When you look around with him you see a trace of both male and female clothes paraded on the floor.

You snort trying to hold in your laughter when you see Dabin trying to collect both his clothes, and the clothes of the still unknown female.

“Is she still asleep?” you ask walking towards the couch to sit down.

He nods still trying to find something.

You adjust yourself on the couch, feeling something poke you, your hand searched for the culprit, pulling it out from under you. A bra.

“Were you looking for this?” you ask swinging it around in the air.

Dabin looks at you with his embarrassed/angry look and nearly jumps you trying to get the bra from your hand.

“Y/n I swear to god” he says pretending to slap your cheek. You just chuckle at him. Enjoying the fact that you got to tease him.

It has been too long since playful you took a step outside. You knew that coming here would result in a fun time, but you didn’t imagine it to be this type of fun.

“Who’s the lucky lady?” you ask taking another sip, crossing your legs making yourself more comfortable.

He sighs. “Remember Kang In Ah?”

“Kang In Ah, you had a crush on since middle school Kang In Ah?” you ask surprised.

“Yeah, I’ve been…seeing her” he says avoiding eye contact.

“Is that why you always leave early or bail on Christian and I lately?” you ask cocking your head to the side.

He just nods at you, combing his fingers through his hair.

You smile, genuinely happy for him. If anyone deserved to be in a loving relationship it was Dabin. You were especially happy because it was In Ah he was seeing, you always hit it off very well with her.

“Why didn’t you tell us? We could have hung out together.” You ask a little offended.

“I didn’t want to introduce her officially until things got serious, besides when do you or Christian have time anymore.”

Your smile drops hearing his name, and it didn’t go unnoticed. So much for your fun distraction.

You try to steer the conversation back into the casual direction. ‘Well…looking at the clothes on the floor I’d say things got pretty serious.” You say with a faint smile on your face, trying to conceal your true feelings once again.

“When is the last time you’ve seen him” Dabin asked sitting down next to you, you should have known those things don’t work on him. He knows you like the back of his hand.

You don’t respond biting your lip, looking to the floor.

He sighs. “You miss him, don’t you?” he asks fixing a piece of hair that was in front of your face.

You just nod, looking at Dabin. He gave you a warm smile, softy rubbing your back.

“Things will go back to normal in no time, you waited 2 years to actually be with him because both of you were too afraid to admit your feelings. Two more weeks won’t kill you right?” he says trying to make you feel better.

Oh Dabin. You know he means well.

“I guess.” You reply not knowing what else to say.

“At least you’ll see him tonight.” He says leaning back. “Maybe not in the way you want to but at least you’ll see him.”

Right. You almost forgot.  The first public appearance of the YuYu couple was tonight. Their couple name made you want to throw up, without exaggeration. Since everyone of DPR was going to be at the AOMG party tonight, so did you. It didn’t only mean you had to see Christian pretend to be in love with someone else, but it also meant that the chances of running into Hyung Suk quadrupled. You closed your eyes. You weren’t mentally ready for this.

“Hey” Dabin says squeezing your thigh. You look up to meet his eyes. “You don’t have to go If you don’t want to.”

Suddenly your mind flashes back to the letter Hyung Suk sent you.

If you, in any way or form talk Christian out of our little deal or form any type of threat, I will release the video online with a time stamp. Showing his disloyalty to Yura. Turning him into the bad guy. What a story that would be righ?

“No I have to go…It’d look to weird If I didn’t go. Especially since there will be a lot of people there who personally know Ian and me. Everyone thought something was going on between us, so if I’m not there I feel like I’ll make that more obvious” you say playing with your fingers.

Dabin pursed his lips together. “That’s damn smart of you to think off, but also very inconsiderate of your own feelings.”

“It’s not about me right now.” You say resting your face against your palm.

“Right, It’s about Yu-ra” Dabin says articulating Yura’s name extra strong, making you look up at him. He was mocking her.

“I still think her sudden change of heart is a little strange don’t you?” Dabin says looking at you, trying to read your facial expression.

“Well, I don’t know. I guess her whole story kind off makes sense?” you say not knowing where this is coming from.

“To me it kind off doesn’t.” he says.

“What do you mean?” you ask out of curiosity.

What is Dabin’s point of view to this exactly?

“I mean, even though things in her life are very unfortunate, she always manages to get what she wants.” He says shrugging.

You think about it for a second. She did admit she liked Christian.

Yura was being really nice to you. Maybe a little too nice? Would she have been nice to you if there was another way to solve her problems?

You shake the thoughts out of your head. You had enough to deal with as is.

“I don’t know Dabin. I really don’t. All I know is that Christian really wanted to help her out. He was the first one to notice that she was a descent human being.”

Dabin bites the inside of his cheek. “Whatever. I just hope it’ll be over soon so we can all get back to our regular grind. Christian has been so caught up in this whole fairy tale that he forgot to edit my latest video.”

You frown. “That’s so unlike him”

“Yeah, it’s also so unlike you to let this happen, but the day I figure out what’s going on in the both of your heads is the day world peace is declared I guess.”

You roll your eyes at Dabin. Getting up.

“Let’s do the whole music thing next time. I don’t think I could have picked worse timing.”

He jumps up smiling widely. “Finally! Something we agree on.” He says grabbing you by your shoulders, walking behind you to lead you to his front door.

He was desperately trying to get you out off here before Kang In Ah woke up.

“So, I’ll pick you up at 11.15 tonight”

“Eh okay” you agree as you were being rushed out of his apartment, quickly putting your shoes on.

He opened the door for you giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks for the coffee y/n, see you tonight!” he says giving you one of his boyish smiles again as you step out of his house.

“…See ya, and next time I want to meet her!” you yell a little louder hoping it’d wake her up as he was already closing the door.

Dabin stuck his face through the little opening, giving you an angry look before closing the door on you.

You chuckle. Shaking your head at him.

                                                    - time jump -

You check yourself out in the mirror one last time. Dabin was already downstairs, waiting for you in the car. You take a deep breath. “You’ve got this” you encourage yourself looking at your attire.

You were wearing a black off the shoulder tight fitted midi dress that complimented your figure. You had minimum jewelry on so the attention would be drawn to your glammed up make-up. You put on your heels and grab your jacket just in case the weather would turn on you.

You rush down the stairs knowing Dabin was waiting for you. As you open the door to the passengers seat you were greeted by a whistle.

“Daaaaaamn girl, where you going?” Dabin says smiling, looking at you.

He knew how anxious you were about tonight, so he couldn’t help but lighten the mood. You chuckle smacking his arm. “Shut up.”

“Don’t forget I’m right beside you okay? He says starting the car. You nod at his words, feeling somewhat ensured with Dabin’s presence. You really don’t know what you would have done without him.

You talk about this and that, mostly about Dabin’s new music or gossip in the industry. After about 35 minutes you arrive at the club.

You got out of the car, smoothing down your dress leaving your jacket in the car.

“Are you sure you won’t need that tonight?” Dabin asks referring to your jacket putting out his arm for you to loop yours through. You start walking to the club shaking your head. “I’ll be fine.”

Your heart was beating super fast when you entered. Both of you avoided the red carpet, not feeling up to it. Dabin let go of your arm to hold your hand, squeezing it for reassurance. “Smile” he says through his teeth.

You do as he says as the man of the evening approaches.

“Ayee DPR gang wassup!” Jay Park says coming in for a kiss on your cheek and one of those ‘bro hugs’ with Dabin.

“Where’s the man of the hour?” he asks looking at you.

“I guess he’ll be here soon” you answer acting innocent to your best ability.

“He’s all up in online news lately though, did you guys know?” Jay asks leaning on a pillar looking into your eyes.

Dabin chuckled. “Of course we did. He’s family” he answers putting his hand over your shoulder.

Jay’s attention diverted to Dabin, giving him a nod. “Is he bringing her?” he asked.

Jay isn’t stupid. He was asking all of the important questions because he knew something was iffy about the situation. Jay had always seen you as Christian’s girl.

“Yes” you reply. “He told me he would.” You try to keep your facial expressions neutral. If you seemed just the slightest bit nervous or put off, you know the questions wouldn’t stop.

“Well I’ll anticipate their grand entrance. So many reporters are lined up outside because they found out they were both on the list. It’s crazy.” Jay says sniffing. “The rest of your crew is on the left side of the VIP area. I’ll let the staff bring some bottles to your table” he smiles winking at you.

Dabin was the first one to thank Jay with another one of their bro hugs. You do the same, giving him a quick hug, walking towards your table. The club wasn’t that packed yet, but a lot of eyes turned to the both of you when you walked to the VIP area.

“If this is what tonight is going to be like than I don’t know if I can handle it” you say to Dabin sitting down.

“People are nosey as fuck.” Dabin says annoyed. “We just have to act like we don’t know much. Let Christian deal with it. He wanted to do this so badly.” You bite your lip, somewhat agreeing with him.

You’ve never had this many people say Hi to you, trying to make small talk. Of course it was always about Christian and Yura. Your head hurt from all the fake smiles and fake story’s, so you decided to order something a little stronger than your usual virgin cocktail. The alcohol loosened you up a bit, so you started talking to people how you normally would, trying to forget the problem at hand.

It was now half past twelve. The YuYu couple still hadn’t arrived and it was making you more and more anxious as time went by.

Dabin was chatting it up with some Show Me The Money 6 contestants while you were seated beside a few female artists from AOMG and Club Eskimo who were gossiping away with each other. You didn’t really pay attention to what they were saying, too consumed with your own thoughts to actually hear what was going on. Suddenly all of their heads turned to the entrance of the club. People were talking louder and pictures were being taken. You just knew that had to be them.

You close your eyes for a second. Mentally preparing yourself for what you were about to see.

You look at them as they entered. Yura was smiling from ear to ear. Happily showing off her arm candy. She was dressed to impress, that was for sure. Christian’s facial expression was neutral. He looked good, maybe a little too good. He led her through the entrance. greeting Jay. You watched them as they said their hello’s. Your heart was beating like crazy, your eyes searching for Hyung Suk but he wasn’t there. You guess the universe seemed to be on your side just a little bit tonight.

Jay pointed to your table, probably telling him that the rest of us were seated over here and that’s when you made eye contact with Christian. He looked at you, and kept staring. Your heart dropped and you immediately look away, getting up.

“Excuse me girls, I have to pee” you smile at them as they let you through.

You struggle walking through the crowd as everyone’s attention was fixated on Ian and Yura. The alcohol in your blood didn’t make it any easier for you either.

You almost trip at least twice before you make it to the ladies’ room.

You open the door, happy to see it empty. You stare at yourself in the mirror suppressing the urge to cry and run away.

All of this has become too much. You close your eyes, only seeing the way Christian looked at you once you locked eyes. It’s like he forgot you were going to be there. He hadn’t even texted or called today either.

He’s slowly slipping away from you, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

Without your knowledge a tear escapes from your eye. As you feel it go down your cheek you look up. Immediately wiping it away, trying not to ruin your make-up.

“It’s fine. You’re okay” you encourage yourself taking a deep shaky breath. “Let’s just find some distraction”

                                                   - time jump –

Dabin had been looking for you for the past half hour. He knew he couldn’t ask people if they had seen you. It’d be too obvious because you went messing the second Christian and Yura walked in.

After his second round through the club, Dabin decided to tell Ian.

“Bro.” Dabin says coming up closer to him. He paused when he saw that Yura was listening as well.

“Have you seen y/n? I locked eyes with her when I came in but when I looked back she disappeared.” Christian says worried.

“I was just about to tell you that I can’t find her either.” Dabin says frowning. “She won’t answer her phone when I call.”

Yura stayed quiet until Christian was about get up to leave and look for you. She grabbed his arm, pulling him back down on the seat again. He gave her a confused look and so did Dabin “Don’t you think it would look a little weird if you would leave me alone to look for someone else?” she says giving him a sheepish smile.

Dabin squinted his eyes at her. Of course she’d say that.

“This is y/n we’re talking about.” Dabin says. “You know, his actual girlfriend.” He gave her a blank look.

Yura’s eyes widened. “Don’t speak so loud!” she says shocked. Dabin saw the annoyance in her eyes, but Christian was a blind man when it comes to things like that.

Christian frowned at the both of them, not knowing what to do or say. “Let me call her.” He says.

Yura rolled her eyes while Dabin sat down beside him, putting his arm over Christian’s shoulder while leaning in so he could hear the phone.

                                            - your point of view –

Your phone lit up “Christian?” you read out loud.

You lean your cheek on your palm contemplating on whether or not to answer the phone, but your alcohol controlled brain already pressed the ‘accept call’ icon.

“Y/n?” you hear his voice. It was muffled by the sound of the loud ass music on the background. But you could recognize his voice through anything.

“Y/n where are you?” he asked impatiently as you didn’t reply.

“At the club” you slur your words. Your elbow slipped off of the bar, losing the support you were giving your heavy head. You lose balance for a second but regain your composure, giggling at your own clumsiness.

“Are you drunk?” you hear his voice again.

“What? She never drinks” you hear Dabin this time.

“Dabinnie!” you say excited to hear his voice.

You hear rumbling on the other end of the line and raise your eyebrows.

“Y/n” you hear Dabin this time. “Where are you?”

“in the club” you answer again, a little annoyed this time. Why can’t they just leave you alone? For the first time in the past couple of days you feel fine.

“I get that you’re in the club, but where.” He says like an angry father.

You look around, inspecting your surroundings. “It’s like…open air? Jesus It’s cold up here.” You answer slurring your words again.

“She’s on the rooftop bar” you hear Dabin say to Christian.

“y/n don’t move; do you understand.” Dabin says in a stern tone.

You nod as if he’d be able to see it. “Aye-aye captain.” You giggle.

You hang up the phone, resting your head on your palm again.

                                                   - meanwhile –

Christian wanted to come with him but he told him no. Yura was constantly breathing down his neck and he didn’t know what your drunken state would do if you saw either of them. Dabin promised to call Christian once you were safe and out of the public’s eye.

Dabin rushed back to his car to grab your jacket before he went to get you. He opened the door to his passengers’ seat, lifting your jacket from the chair when suddenly a red card fell out of one of your pockets. He frowned, not thinking much of it as he quickly put it into his pocket, running back to the club to come and get you.

He ran up the stairs, seeing you chatting with the bartender. Dabin sighed walking up to you, putting your jacket over your shoulders. “Let’s go” he says removing your shot glass from your hand, returning the new bottle of Soju to the bartender. “She’s had enough” he says putting a 50,000 won bill on the table to pay for whatever you had consumed. The bartender nodded taking the money, giving him back the change.

“Dabin” you ask staring into his eyes. “Did they leave?” you ask trying to get up.

Dabin quickly got a hold of your upper arm, making sure you were stable enough to stand. Which you weren’t.

“No y/n they didn’t leave. You did.” he says trying to make you understand. He had never seen you like this before. It saddened him.

“Shit! Do you think people noticed?” you ask worried.

He just shook his head “No, y/n.” he answers. He only gave you short answers. He’ll talk to like an adult you when you’re sober.

“Come on.” He says linking arms with you to support you. You carefully walk down the stairs avoiding crowded places or people you may know. The both of you finally arrive at the hallway where back exit of the club was located.  You see Christian standing there. Waiting for you.

You squint your eyes, trying to make sure if it was really him.

“Babe are you okay? Why did you drink so much?” he asks putting you down on a random stool in the hallway, kneeling down in front of you.

“Who babe? Me babe?” you ask pointing at yourself with a fake confused expression on your face.

“Don’t be like this.” He says looking into your eyes.

“Where’s Yura?” you ask him, fixing a piece of his hair for him.

“Y/n come on.” Christian says a little tired of your childishness.

Dabin crosses his arms, waiting for things to kick off between the two of you.

“What? Don’t you think I have the right to feel this way?” you say stumbling over your own words a few times.

“No. You don’t. I have asked you a hundred times if you were okay with this, and you kept saying yes. You didn’t even care! And now you do?” he says angrily.

“I don’t have a fucking choice Ian!” you yell at him this time.

“Yes you did! What are you talking about!?” Christian says getting up.

“Guys calm down. If people hear us we’re in trouble.” Dabin says putting his hand on Christian’s shoulder. “Don’t take anything she says too serious right now okay. I’ll take her to my place and let her sleep it off.”

“I want to go to my own house” You say giving Dabin a look.

“You don’t get to want anything right now.” Dabin angrily says looking at you.

It was like they were both ganging up on you. Where Dabin was usually on your side with things like this, this time he was on Ian’s. You can’t really blame him though. Even you knew you were being unfair. You cross your arms and legs. Annoyed at the both of them.

Christian sighs after having calmed down a bit by Dabin’s words. He looks at you a little saddened.

“Just…sleep it off okay, we’ll talk tomorrow about all of this.” Christian says kneeling down in front of you again, putting his hand on your thigh, trying to comfort you.

You look at him. “I can’t talk to you about this” you say looking away again as if he was supposed to understand.

“What do you mean?” Christian asks a little hurt.

“I just can’t. I’m not allowed.” You say out loud, and immediately regret it. You curse at yourself and the alcohol for making you slip up.

Christian and Dabin both looked at each other, unable to understand what you were saying.

“I think it’s time to go.” Dabin says, helping you stand up.

“I have to stay here.” Christian says. “I’ll be at your place first thing in the morning.”

Dabin nods at Christian. “Thanks man” Christian says giving Dabin a hug.

You look at them, but when Christian looked at you, you look away.

He walked towards you, making you look at him with his thumb and index finger on your chin. “Try to sleep alright?” he says trying to get you to look into his eyes, but you wouldn’t.

He sighs, pulling you closer to him to kiss your forehead.

You look at him as he did, and look away again, not saying anything.

Dabin took you by the arm. “Let’s go.” he says pulling you away from Christian who was also reluctant to go back to Yura. He just stood there, watching you until you were out of sight. He sighed to himself. He walked back to his table to see Yura on her phone.

“I was just about to call you, how is y/n? What happened?” she asked worried.

Christian sat down beside her putting his arm over Yura’s shoulder. “Let’s not talk about it okay?”

Yura smiled at Christian, nodding at him.

The ride to Dabin’s home was silent. You fell asleep after 15 minutes of staring out the window, giving in to your heavy eyelids.

You made a fool out of yourself tonight, you knew you’d deeply regret your behavior tomorrow when you woke up. There’s a reason why you don’t drink.

Dabin carried your sleeping state into the house. He put you down on his bed, taking off your shoes and your earrings, putting the covers over you. He sighed looking at you. “You know better than this y/n” he says shaking his head.

He walked back to his living room, ready to get comfortable on the couch to go to sleep. He took his phone and money out of his pockets to put it on his coffee table when he suddenly feels that odd red piece of paper in his hands again.

He remembered how it fell from your jacket and put it back on the coffee table.

                                                    - time jump –

You woke up with a pounding head and a dry mouth. You groan at the throbbing pain in your head and turn over to lay on your stomach.

You open your eyes, looking at your surroundings. Why are you in Dabin’s bed? You look around again. You don’t see him.

You remove the covers off of yourself, seeing how you were still dressed in your dress from last night. Something clicked seeing your attire and suddenly all of your lost memories came rushing back.

You panic a little, not knowing if you did anything else that would get you in trouble.

You curse at yourself rubbing your forehead.

You walk out of Dabin’s room, into his light filled living room.

You squint your eyes at the attack of sunlight and walk to his kitchen for a glass of water.

“y/n?” you hear Dabin’s voice. You turn around slowly, feeling like you were about to get scolded like a child.

“What the fuck is this!?” he angrily says, throwing a red card down on his kitchen counter.

You stare at it. Unable to take your eyes off of it. You only needed a fraction of a second to understand what it was.

You close your eyes. Fuck.

Chapter 7 

BTS Reacts - You Having Tattoos

Kim Namjoon: Would offer to go with you when you get your first tattoo, partly because he wants to see how you’d hold up to getting one for the first time. Namjoon is open-minded. He wouldn’t see a person with tattoos any different than someone without them. He appreciates and supports the idea of self-expression, and if you wanted to do it in the form of tattooing yourself, then he’d say, ‘by all means’. He’d probably get one himself too if permitted in the future. Maybe not as many as most enthusiasts; he’d get a small but significant one, and you can bet that you’re the first person he’ll look to for tattoo recommendations and advice. Low-key impressed by your guts when you both walk out of the room with a big smile on your face.

“That… doesn’t look half bad, actually. And you handled that really well.”

Jung Hoseok: He’d have a hard time not being intimidated by you at first. Hobi knows it takes a lot of courage and pain tolerance to even get a tattoo, and he can’t even muster the steel nerves to imagine what he’d have to go through to have the amount of tattoos that you have. He might seem timid at first to approach you because of them, but he’s not the kind to judge someone by the way they look, so it won’t take him long to warm up to you after his initial reaction, and he may possibly admire you for your bravery. Excited to show Hoseok your new tattoo sleeve, you casually walk into their recording studio. His eyes widen in horror - he didn’t think you’d be daring enough to get a design spanning the length of your whole forearm.

“W-What is that? What did you do to your arm?! Did you dip it in a vat of tar?!”

Kim Taehyung: Won’t have a problem with you sporting tattoos; big or small. Tae himself loves art of all forms, and he would probably appreciate the craft of inking skin as well. He might be caught off-guard when you two first meet, but he’ll eventually come to admire the branding on your skin, the closer you get to each other. If there’s anything he might ever be concerned with, it’s for your health - after all, infections are not unlikely. You decide to get something new inscribed on the side of your arm, and when you present it to Taehyung, he gapes at the sight of fresh ink on you. He is a bag of mixed feelings, for he really thinks it looks great on you, but he would secretly be jealous that you even have the option of getting yourself tattooed. 

“Yah, you got a new tattoo? Ah, you look so cool, I seriously want one too…”

Park Jimin: If you asked this man for his opinion on you getting tattooed, he’d probably be opposed to it - at first. He won’t try to stop you, he knows that people should be able to do whatever they want with their bodies, especially if it doesn’t really hurt them, and it makes them happy. He just doesn’t want people to associate you with being a bad influence. However, he’d probably be singing a different tune when you actually get inked. Bangtan are relaxing in the lounge when you pop in to show them the new tattoo you’ve gotten, and while they all crowd around you to look, Jimin stares from further away. He doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s kind of turned on by it. You approach him and speak apologetically.

( Sorry, I know you didn’t think getting a tattoo was a good idea- )
“No, it’s okay, I changed my mind. You look… really good with one.”

Jeon Jungkook: Number one fan of your body art. After all, Jungkook loves to draw, and has said that he’d definitely consider being a tattoo artist in the future. Just for the sole fact that you are tattooed, he’d spend a lot of time with you just to be able to examine it in awe, and marvel at all the details that come with it. His envy isn’t as uproarious as Taehyung’s, but you can tell it is tenfold. It makes him wonder if he can think of a way to convince BigHit to let him have a tiny tattoo, just one, where no one would even be able to see it. He bites his lower lip when you catch him staring at you every so often. Seeing the ink on your arms just reminds him that he can’t have one, which gets him more frustrated than you think, even more so than Taehyung.

( Something wrong? )
“Aish, I really want one…”

Kim Seokjin: He knows he can do whatever you want with yourself, but for some reason, he can’t help but feel strongly against it. There are other things that you can do that aren’t as outright, like getting multiple piercings, so he’s not sure why you would feel the need to make such a bold statement with dark ink permanently etched onto your skin. Don’t misunderstand, for this is just the protective side of Seokjin being summoned. He himself doesn’t have a real problem with tattoos, but he’s aware that Korea, in general, is still a conservative country. People might not take well to the markings on your skin. He sighs, placing an arm around you to reassure you that this doesn’t change what he thinks of you - he’s just worried about you.

“I’m not trying to tell you what to do with your body, but… I just don’t want people judging you harshly because of your tattoos.”

Min Yoongi: Goes back and forth between wanting a tattoo on his own body, but shouldn’t have a problem with them on others. He believes anyone can choose to look however they want, as long as they’re a good person on the inside. He might respect you for it even more, as you would have gotten one in spite of what other people might think of you. He accepts that different people have different ways of showing their passion about something, and if his is through his music, yours can be through body art. You’ve never gotten inked before, so when Yoongi jokes about how he doesn’t think you’d ever do it, you’re determined to prove him wrong. You show up with a visible length of dark ink trailing up your neck, and all he can do is laugh and place his hands on both sides of his head in surprise.

“Holy shit, I can’t believe you actually did it, pabo! I was just joking!”

Found some time to complete a reaction, hope you guys enjoy it! Some of them are of the reader getting their first tattoo, some of them are of the reader already having them. <3

Isaac Lahey Imagine- The Girl In The White Dress


“Y/N” Stiles said in annoyance. “Y/N!” everyone shouted, noticing you were zoned out completely. “Sorry, it happened again didn’t it?” you asked, rubbing your eyes. Everyone nodded, causing you to sigh. The whole being a siren thing was new to all of you, none of you knew exactly how to control it. You looked around the lunch room, not remembering how you got there, you often blanked out without memory of what previously happened. “Do you remember what we were talking about?” Isaac asked knowingly. You shook your head and smiled, trying your hardest to keep your heart rate stable. You could see Lydia, Malia and Kira smirking from the opposite side of the table. You widened your eyes at them, before turning to look back at Isaac. “We were talking about meeting up later in Derek’s loft for a movie night, you in?” he asked. “Sure” you managed to mutter, still trying to contain your heart rate. When the bell went, everyone began to pack their stuff away and head to last lesson. You barley stood up, before Lydia linked your arm and began walking you to biology. “He likes you” she said smiling brightly. “He only asked if I was coming to the pack night in” you retort, looking back to make sure he wasn’t listening to the conversation. “And do you know why that is?” she tugged at your arm, so you would turn back around. “Because I make the best popcorn?” you answered hesitantly. “Don’t be so naïve, he totally wants you”  she said, guiding you into the classroom and sitting next to you. “If you say so” you said with an eye roll. Students began pouring into the classroom; Isaac, Scott and Stiles included. They sat in their usual seats across the room, Scott next to Stiles and Isaac in front of them. You took your note pad and pen out of your bag casually, before turning to Lydia. “What would make you think he likes me anyway?” you said intrigued. “Your certainly his type” she said, noticing your clear curiosity. ”And that is?” you questioned. “Well, you’re intelligent, mysterious, super hot, bad ass, witty and a tad bit too sarcastic” she added. You smiled and looked over at him, his blue eyes bright and his curls resting perfectly on top of his head. “why wont you just admit you like him?” she leant forward to bock your view of him. “Because I don't” you exclaimed, folding your arms. She laughed and shook her head at you. “Even if I did, its obvious he isn’t interested in me, like that” you said with slight sadness. “You’re kidding right? When there’s a new threat he refuses to leave your side, he always makes sure you get home safe after watching the lacrosse matches, he glares at any boy that comes near you, he asks your dearest brother Stiles about you when you don’t come to school and he stares at you so intensely, like seriously, and that’s just to mention a few” she rambled. “Okay Lyd, breathe” you said laughing, to hide your blush. “Oh and not to mention Isaac stares at your bum, a lot!” she giggled. “I do not” he retort from the other side of the room, his cheeks flustered. You sighed in relief after realising that’s the only part he heard with his stupid werewolf hearing.

Later that evening you arrived at Derek’s loft, after reluctantly listening to Stiles sing to the radio for the whole journey. When you entered; Kira was setting up a film you could ALL watch, Lydia was propping up the pillows to take a cute ‘pack night in’ picture, Scott and Malia were having a competition on who could eat the most pizza, Liam was awkwardly watching everyone, Derek was doing push ups (he was actually staying for once) and Isaac was standing in the door frame shaking an empty popcorn bowl at you. You rolled your eyes and put your arm around Liam, dragging him into the kitchen “Come on wolf boy” you laughed, making him feel welcome. You grabbed the bowl out of Isaac’s hand and pushed past him playfully, before teaching Liam your popcorn making skills. Eventually, you all settled down in front of the TV. Kira and Scott snuggled up together on the far sofa with Malia and Stiles also snuggled up together and Liam squashed between the two couples. Derek was in and out the most of the time, but he dragged a single chair and sat on that. Meanwhile you, Lydia and Isaac sat on the other sofa. You sat in the middle, ignoring Lydia’s smirks when she noticed Isaac rested his arm on the seat behind you and how you kept bickering with one another because you couldn’t watch the film properly due to his constant fidgeting. “I love this part, watch, watch, did you guys see that!” Stiles said enthusiastically, as per usual he was giving you all a running commentary of the film. “Stiles shut up!” you shouted. “Wait I missed it, can you rewind it” Scott said in confusion. “ What film are we watching?” Malia asked with furrowed brows. “I think we’re watching Harry Potter” Liam answered. “No, that was the film we watched last week” Lydia said, staring at her manicured nails. “Great, my phone just died” Kira groaned. “Which one of you stinks of teenage hormones?” Derek asked bluntly with a loud sigh. All eyes went towards Isaac, who gave a quite innocent look followed by his signature smirk. You pushed him playfully and rolled your eyes at him, causing Stiles to heave at the thought.

After about an hour into the film, the majority of the pack had fallen asleep with the exception of Kira who was drifting in and out, along with Derek who was still watching the movie. You sat up and gently moved Isaac’s head, which was resting on you. You stood up and walked over to the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water. You noticed when you were pouring it your hands were beyond shaky, when you attempted to pick the glass up you dropped it and it smashed on the floor. It was happening again;the migraine, the dizziness and the tight pain in your chest. You stumbled out of the kitchen and back through the living room, holding your head. “I’m just going to get some fresh air” you said quietly. “Are you ok?” Derek asked, sitting up in his chair protectively. “I’m fine” you smiled. He didn’t realise that you weren’t wearing shoes and he wasn’t aware of the cold climate outside of the stuffy loft. You loved your friends, but you were tired of relying on them all the time. You opened the door and closed it quietly behind you, before going downstairs. You were in the parking lot for what seemed like a few minutes, not a few hours. It turns out your siren abilities had taken over, but this time it was stronger. You unwillingly began walking, until you were in the forest. You had no control but you were still aware of what you were doing, until you’d found yourself at the Nemeton, that’s where you completely lost yourself. 

Meanwhile, Isaac had woken up after realising there was no longer a warmth or the smell of your perfume beside him. He looked around noticing everyone else was asleep, he glanced over to the kitchen but you weren’t there. He waited for a few minutes in case you’d gone to the bathroom or something. He rubbed his eyes and looked back at the Tv screen, it was just the Netflix home screen by now. After another minute he began to get worried, he pulled his phone out his back pocket and sent you a text to ask where you were. That’s when your phone went off on the coffee table, it was placed next to your jacket and your shoes were still by the door. “Derek… Derek!” he whispered, his voice getting louder. Derek’s eyes soon drifted back open, “What?” he asked grumpily. “Where’s Y/N?” he questioned. “You mean she isn’t back yet?” Derek was just as puzzled as him. “Back from what?” he interrogated. “She went out for fresh air about an hour ago” Derek said, sitting up. “Wake them up, we need to find her, something could of happened, anything could of happened to her while we’re doing nothing to help her” he exclaimed, which was enough for the other werewolves to hear and begin to open their eyes. But Isaac had already stormed out in search of you, he already had your scent fresh on his mind so it wasn’t like he needed anyone’s help anyway.

“Y/N!” he called, after tracking your scent to the forest. Every worse possible scenario ran through his mind as he wacked through the low hanging branches and bushes. He was looking around for about 20 minutes and all he made was two circles of the same area, your scent was somehow scattered all over the place. By now he was sure the rest of the pack was also out looking for you, followed by your dad and the police department, but something came over him that made him adamant to find you first. He turned a corner and bumped straight into something, you. The pearl white dress you were wearing had now been slightly tinted grey by the outdoors, your feet covered by the grass and moss you had been walking on, he slowly looked up to see you staring directly at him, your eyes were glazed over and glowing silver. You wrapped your arms around his neck, not breaking eye contact before pulling him into a long attentive kiss. You then pulled away from him and brushed past as if nothing had happened. Every being in his body wanted to grab you by the wrist, so he could take you back to safety but he physically couldn’t. The only thing he was able to do was follow after you admiringly. He did this until you reached a river, by the time he got there you were standing at the other side, by the edge. “Y/n!” he tried to shout, but all that came out was a faint whisper. You didn’t look at him, you simply took another step until the water was up to your knees. Break out of it, break out of it Isaac, he kept repeating to himself trying to get out of the siren trance you had put him in, but it wasn’t working. All he could do was watch as the girl he loved slowly submerged herself into a freezing cold lake. “Y/N!” he shouted, he had broken out of it the second your whole body had been submerged. He kicked off his shoes and shoved off his coat, before diving into the lake. He was instantly hit by the coldness, but the usual blackness of the deep water seemed to be illuminated by your presence. He swam over to you, after seeing your silver eyes glowing, however all natural light seemed to have drifted from them, the closer he got to you the louder a voice got inside of his head, your voice. Repeating the same words “I love you, come closer, Isaac, I love you, come closer”. He grabbed your body and pulled you back to the surface. He took you back onto the river bank, noticing your eyes had drifted closed and your skin had grew pale. Twigs snapped behind Isaac as Malia and Scott emerged, running over to you two. “Y/n” “Y/N! Wake up!” “She’s not breathing” “Someone call Stiles and an ambulance” “Don’t die please” “WAKE UP!”.

Part two? Comment if you’d like to see it x Requests are currently closed, dw if you’ve already sent one as I will be getting around to them as soon as I can x

Being their daugther would include...


  • he’d be very protective of you
  • him teaching you how to fight because that’s what women do where he comes from
  • being able to beat every man around thanks to him
  • him always talking to Gisla how proud he is of you
  • “Did you punsh him?” -”Yes.” -”Hit him harder next time, he could still walk.”


  • you’d have to look after all your brothers and take care of them because they’re reckless idiots
  • demanding to be taken along on raids because you want to see so much of the world just as he does
  • “You’re not coming with us.”“I can do what I want and I am coming with you.”
  • trying to make him get along with Rollo
  • coming up with ideas where to sail next and enthusiastically telling your father about it


  • coming up with new inventions together
  • he’d make you all kinds of toys when you’re little
  • you helping to build ships when you’re older
  • putting up with some strange behaviour of his
  • he’d always talk about the gods and teach you things about them

Eljeska’s A-litter 1 day old, the two Irish marked red (or fawn?) puppies

The boy is on the first 4 photos and the other 4 show the girl. The boy is the biggest in the litter -and the loudest. If he stays like that I will definitely only give him into a home with coursing/racing enthusiasts! He has also put on the most weight since yesterday. 

The girl I was a bit worried about because she looked so thin and I more often saw her sleep than feed, however the scale shows that she did put on a bit of weight since yesterday. Panti is also worried, you can see her nose on the last photo! I’m really curious how she will develop, she is one of the calmer pups and might get a sweet personality. 

rose-of-yonezawa  asked:

Headcannons. Bidders reacting to MC who fangirls over BTS and her having a crush on the members. (Seriously. Those precious babies are so cute and talented. Love your blog ❤❤)

Thank you, beautiful!~ That means so much to me <333 BTW I love this idea omg lol.

Eisuke | Jin

  • He doesn’t understand it, to be honest.
  • And, then he looks to see who they are…
  • He kinda understands why, yeah they’re handsome but, he’s like…
  • But then…. He see’s your bias and he’s just like…
  • What?
  • He’s completely opposite of what Eisuke is so, he’s not really understanding…
  • When you start fangirling over him, he just rolls his eyes.
  • He hates seeing you look at other men like that especially this handsome one.
  • You would gush about how much Jin is a sweetheart and how much you love him- blah blah blah.
  • Yeah, that’s all Eisuke hears.
  • He won’t tell you it upsets him but, he knows you’ll never get them either so he lets you be.
  • And just listens…
  • Overall, he’s okay with it to a certain degree… Because he really can’t do nothing about it.

Originally posted by rrapmonstur

Soryu | Taeyhung and Yoongi

  • I mean… he thinks it’s cute.
  • He doesn’t like it though, especially when he see’s you gushing not over one, but two members… 
  • “Who are these men, (Y/N)?” 
  • You tell him so enthusiastically when he asks and he notices that Inui knows who they are too.
  • He wishes it was him that was on your phone/computer screen but, he won’t say anything about it.
  • He notices how Suga’s personality is some what close to his so he can see why you’d choose him but- Taeyhung is the complete opposite so why him?
  • You didn’t tell him it’s the millions of fanfics you read of him.
  • Plus his presence on stage is just…. oomf.
  • Okay, im getting off topic.
  • Overal he really doesn’t mind it too much.

Originally posted by ohitsjustcorina

Ota | Jungkook

  • He fucking hates it.
  • He doesn’t understand how you can watch their videos every single day.
  • But, then when he realizes that you singled out one of the members and had developed a tiny crush on him…
  • He’s like oh hell no.
  • He’d be petty too.
  • Your screensavers that have Jungkook on them, he’d change them.
  • He hates looking at your phone because he knows you have a million and one pictures of him too.
  • He heard you talking on the phone once with your friend about how his ‘thighs’ were perfect…  (This is totally me btw) lmao
  • Yeah, he didn’t like that either. 
  • Overall, he’s really petty when it comes to it and he lets it be known that he hates.

Originally posted by you-made-me-again

Mamoru | Namjoon

  • Honestly, he can see why you’d choose him.
  • I mean who wouldn’t, have you seen his dimples?
  • His voice…
  • His hair……..
  • Yeah okay, he definitely see’s why you chose him.
  • He’s not too big on it but, he won’t say much about it.
  • He’ll let you fangirl from a distance- he honestly doesn’t want to know.
  • “You’re such a pain, you know that?”
  • …..He’d always tell you when you want to gush to him about Namjoon.
  • “Sweetheart… I’m much better looking than he is…”
  • You couldn’t control your laughter.
  • He hates looking at/through your phone though so don’t give it to him- he’ll give it right back.
  • Overall he doesn’t mind it though cause you come home to him every night anyway.

Originally posted by btspicsdaily

Baba | Jimin

  • I feel like Baba would be there fangirling with you.
  • Not even feeling bad about it either. Haha.
  • Fighting over who’s the better bias and whose voice is like heaven.
  • Sometimes he acts as if he’s hurt to find out that you love Jimin more than him but, he doesn’t take it to heart.
  • He could sit with you and listen to their music for hours- just because you want to.
  • He’s not too upset when you chose to put a picture of Jimin as your screensaver instead of him.
  • He’s more like- ‘i don’t care’ since ya know y’all live together.
  • Overall it’s one big cute bias loving relationship between the two of you lol.

Originally posted by bangtanboysloves

imanexy  asked:

Can you please do an Exo's reaction to you having your own clothing line?? Fighting✊🏻


Thinks it must be a really funny thing to have your own clothing line and always makes a small mess in your boutique, looking at each one of your clothes. “Ohh I like this one! And this one! And this one too!”


Is very positively surprised and thinks it’s really cool that you’re a designer. He can spend hours on finding some clothes for himself. “Jagi, they’re great!”


Acts pretty excited and proud, telling each one of his friends that he has an amazing girlfriend. He loves every cloth and can’t say anything outside compliments. “Your style is very nice, Jagiya~”


He’s surprised and compliments you for being original. Later you can see that he actually wants to try some clothes on. “Do you think this one would suit me?”


He smiles and kisses you a lot because he’s very excited and thinks that it’s pretty cool. “Now I want to buy the whole shop! Jagi, you’re amazing!”


When he finds out about your clothing line he feels impressed and immediately wants to find out more about you and your designs. “They’re really nice… How did you find an idea for this?”


Gives you a cute smile and feels proud. Later he tells his family and friends about you so you could get more recognizable. “You’re so talented Jagiya! I love it~”


He’s proud and often wears your clothes, mentioning about you every time he’s on TV. “Oh, did you know that my girlfriend has her own clothing line?”


He quickly notices that you really have a talent and starts wearing your clothes all the time. “I’ll show my Jagi how good her clothes are and that I love her style”


He’s very proud and smiles all the time because it’s something very impressive to him. He finds your clothes unique and can’t say anything negative about it. “Are you working on something new now? Can I see?”


Is very enthusiastic and brags about it a lot to his friends. He also wears your clothes a lot. “I love your clothes! People, please wear my girlfriend’s clothes”


His first reaction is a simple “wow” but later he starts looking through your clothes and feels amazed. “Where do you get your ideas, Jagiya? You’re so talented~”

- Admin Gumi and Admin Tian

I like the headcanon that Dark and Mark actually used to be close friends when Mark was young, like, 0-4/5 years old, but Mark abandoned him because people made fun of him for still having ‘imaginary friends’ when he was older.

Dark wants attention and wants to be ‘pleasing’ so much because he was abandoned and deprived of it and perhaps feels like people will stay if you impress them; but at the same time, he hates people and is angry at them because it was people who stole Mark from him. It was people who made Mark push him away. He manipulates the and lures them and actually m u r d e r s them because Mark should belong to //him//

Of course, he’s much too far gone to be anything other than aggressive and violet, but I feel like it fits in with Yanderiplier too and that’s kinda neat 

also,, if you wanna see some cute writing for this headcanon of mark/dark as kids, here’s something i wrote because it’s late at night and i like to write

writing: "You know, Mark,“ The smooth voice of Mark’s best friend, who his parents said was imaginary even though he wasn’t, kicked up from the left of Mark. “It’s getting late. Thomas has already headed to sleep. You should probably get ready for bed,”

“I haven’t finished this level yet,” Mark responded, keeping his eyes on the television in front of him. He heard his friend sigh.

“Mark, you can’t be awake too late. Bad things happen,” They explained. ‘They’ was who Mark had named Dark, because he wore darker clothes, had dark eyes, and had a dark aura surrounding him. Mark’s fingers paused on the controller hesitantly as he looked over to Dark.

“Like what?” Mark asked, his eyes wide. “Do you have stories? Tell me them, Dark, please!”

“Only if you go to bed, kiddo,” Dark chuckled with a slight grin as he leaned his head on his hand, which was rested on the arm of the couch.

“Oh, fine! You have to turn off the TV tonight, though!” Mark stuck out his tongue. He hated to turn off the television at night because of the blackness that surrounded the room once the light of it disappeared. He left his controller behind on the couch, racing up the stairs. Dark shook his head, moving it to the shelves that held all the games and their necessities. He shut off the TV afterwards, embracing the comfort of the familiar setting. After double-checking that everything was in its proper place, he followed the stairs to Mark’s room.

“Are you ready to sleep, Mark?” He asked, closing the door gently behind him. He saw the outline of Mark’s head nod, despite how dim the lights were, if they could be considered to be there at all.

“Tell me stories, Dark!” Mark said excitedly, turning on his side to face Dark with his enthusiastic gaze as he sat on a chair by his bedside.

“I have no stories of the monsters you think I refer to,” Dark said simply. Mark looked disappointed, until Dark spoke up again. “The monsters I’ve known are much worse. They linger within the minds, hearts, and very souls of people, waiting for the right time to strike.”

“Really?” Mark asked interestedly, staring at him. “How do you know that they’re there?”

“I know, because I can see them. Someday, I’ll teach you how to find them. And, of course, I’ll always keep you safe,”

“Okay, Dark!” Mark cheerfully said, believing every word. It would have done him well to have remembered the words of Dark well into his future. Perhaps he may have been safer. “Goodnight, Darkipoo,”

“Goodnight, Mark,” Dark whispered quietly, pulling the blanket up to Mark’s chin. “Sleep well,”

Lucky (to be Alive)

For @minglewithadingle​, because, dogs. <3

Robert’s stuck in traffic.

It’s been a hectic week. The scrapyard’s been doing well, which is good, but it’s been seeing Aaron leaving earlier in the mornings and coming home later in the evenings. And Home James has been doing so well that even with Jimmy and Rodney out on haulage runs with the rest of the drivers, Robert’s still been needed to take care of a few himself whenever he’s not been busy charming the clients through the Home Farm contract.

He’s supposed to be down south, now, stopping at a hotel for the night before heading back in the morning, but he’s managed to finish things up much sooner than planned, and he’s heading back home.

Robert checks the time on his phone. 9:47PM. If he’s lucky, he’ll make it back before Liv slinks off to bed, and before Aaron falls asleep. He’s not seen much of either all week, and he’s not ashamed to admit that he misses them. The reason he’s slowly losing his patience as the line of traffic crawls around an accident site up ahead is because he wants to surprise them both, and hopefully manage an hour in front of the telly together.

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Question Marks & Emoji Hearts 1/2

Originally posted by elisabetholsen

Pairing: Peter Parker x OC
Word Count: 3,799
Warnings: This is my first ever attempt at writing a fluffy fic.
Summary: Step 1: Get her number. Step 2: Engage in some accidental flirting. Step 3: Never let her go.
A/N: This is part ½ because this fic ran away from me, joined the union and demanded more words. Real Talk: I’m so god damn nervous about this fic (I’ve had like 27 crises of confidence…. so shoutout to my friends for dealing with me). Any feedback on this fic would be the fuel necessary for me to confidently and efficiently finish part two. I’m also keeping a tag list for when I post part 2. Okay thanks. Let’s go!!!

Peter Parker is speechless, his jaw relaxed in an expression of unfiltered awe. His eyes are frozen on her and he knows he’s staring, but he just can’t stop. He’s convinced that he will never see anything this beautiful ever again.

She is 7,541 pieces of perfection waiting for him to do something with her.

“I know,” Ned says, patting his friend on the shoulder. “I cried when I saw her for the first time, too. Check out the BB-8 droid that came with it and it has two buildable Porgs and a buildable Mynock.” Peter’s head turned sharply toward his friend.

“Dude, no way.” If getting the Lego Death Star had been difficult, finding the newest Millennium Falcon set had been a miracle. Ned’s parents were going to get it for him for Christmas, but it sold out in less than a minute so they stuck an I.O.U. in his stocking. Peter throws his backpack, with the Spider-Man suit inside, into the corner of Ned’s room and narrowly misses the desk lamp.

Peter settles down on the floor and reaches for the box to read the specs while Ned sits on his computer chair, lowering it to the ground. Ned swivels toward his desk and turns on an old clock radio, tuning into a news station so they can listen for anything that might require Spider-Man’s assistance.

They work on the Millennium Falcon for about an hour before Ned’s phone slips out of his pocket and lands in front of Peter with a soft thud followed by a loud vibration against the carpet. Peter flips the phone over and nearly drops it again when he sees who is calling: Autumn MacGowan, complete with a contact photo. The picture had to have been taken in the last five days because she got a haircut on Tuesday (Peter thought the shorter look suited her nicely).

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Monsta X after you have a hard day of work.

Shownu: You hear little mhmm’s here and there, feel small nods against your shoulder. Not that you can really pay attention to them you basically ran through the door explaining everything that happened with what little energy you had left. You barely have time to breathe before you realize he’s just hugging you and listening. Listening and letting you calm down, it’s moments before you’ve let everything out and you sigh into his hold. It’s minutes before you’ve settled and you’re relaxed and pliant. He didn’t need to say much but you feel ten times better. You’ve been needing a break all day and you found it in his arms.

Wonho: You’re tired. You’re so tired and sore. You worked a double without complaining and your other co-workers had the nerve to slack off. You did all the work and by the end all you wanted was a warm shower but the effort is just too much. So you make it to the couch, barely, when you trudge in. You mumble how tired you are but you manage a long groan into the pillow. Wonho’s silent for a few moments, probably laughing at the sight of you and then his hands are on your shoulders. If he’s going to tell you to relax so help you—– then he starts. He’s slow and a little amateurish but he’s trying. Trying to ease the tension in your shoulders and calm you down. You don’t get to say much because you’re falling asleep before anything else. You’ll thank him when you’re off cloud nine.

Minhyuk: He thinks he probably shouldn’t have asked. He could see the steam resonating from your ears. You were mad. The first thing you say is ‘can you believe them’ and Minhyuk responds ‘I know how dare they’. Like clockwork. And that’s how it goes. That’s how he does it. He’s an animated listener, all the while helping you peel your shoes and jacket off. He has a response for every outburst and he’s attentive and enthusiastic. So much that it rubs off. Your outbursts start having a smile, your rants are less heated and before you know it you’re burnt out of energy and busy laughing instead. Laughing and falling on his shoulder and feeling glad to have such a sweetheart with you.

Kihyun: It’s one of those days where you’re so busy you don’t sit down. It’s one of those days when you can’t even spare a look at your lunch because you’re bouncing back and forth. You don’t even notice you haven’t eaten before you’ve made it halfway into the house and you flop on the bed; only to be woken up by shaking and Kihyun’s voice asking you if you’ve eaten. He wants to scold you but he sees how much you sink in the bed and before you can ready your excuses he’s ushering you to the kitchen. An entire day of taking care of other people’s needs and he’s ready to take care of you, hear you out— right after you eat.

Hyungwon: You don’t get a word out. Maybe that’s a good thing because you’ve been talking all day. Smiling, repeating, and charming for hours and you’d actually like to stop talking. There’s a rush of things waiting to leave your lips when you reach the door and Hyungwon knows because you texted half of it beforehand. You barge in practically spewing out every incident, every situation that occurred knowing he can hear you. You keep going too, until you’re met with a blanket thrown across your shoulders. You’d gather that you woke him up with your tantrum but he’s busy shuffling the both of you to the couch. Sleep now, rant later. Two seconds on the bed and you realize this is a lot better.

Jooheon: It’s like he can tell. Usually you do come in ready to give him a bunch of tales about work. Usually you’re flopping beside him by the computer and going on and on. Today though, you come in quietly, sigh just as quietly and make your way to the room. You expect Jooheon to follow, expect it to be boisterous and probably not what you need right now. But he’s quiet, the door clicks open, the bed dips. You muffle words in the pillow. After three more tries and his fingers prodding at your body you get mad, and at first you really are mad. He throws the pillow first really he does but somewhere along the way it’s just laughter and movements and you two staring up at the ceiling. Air and frustration out your lungs now you can talk. But first you thank him.

Changkyun: More often than not it’s a bad idea to bother Changkyun when he’s playing video games. He doesn’t hear you when you march in and not because of the headphones but because he’s glued to the screen. He doesn’t hear you as you mumble on and on about how awful your day was. No he doesn’t even notice you when you slip right under the controller and lay your head on his leg, glaring at him with as much energy as your tired body can produce. When you’re this tired and this restless you need somewhere to put your energy. You think he’s not paying much attention until a controller is shoved in your hands. Two hours and several ties later and he offers to listen but you’re content just trying to kick his butt at Super Mario Kart. Stress forgotten.

Bucky Barnes: Flowers

Originally posted by maorisakai

Title: Flowers

Prompt: So soulmate AU where each pair has a matching tattoo to depict part of the story of how they fall in love.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2494

Notes: I wish this would happen haha.  Anyways, I hope you are having a lovely day!

“Hey Steve, where are you going?”  Bucky observed Steve jumping around as he attempted to put his shoes on without bending down- what an old man.  

“I’m going to visit Peggy today.”  

“Oh, okay.”

“Do you need anything while I’m out?”  Steve asked more out of habit than anything else.  He was always looking out for his friend, and this included making sure Bucky had all his essential supplies.  

“Nah man,”  Bucky replied, lying back down on the couch, “I’m good.  

And then Bucky was alone with nothing but his thoughts to keep him company.  He flicked through the tv channels idly as he absentmindedly brushed his fingers over his soulmark, shivering when his cool metal hand connected with his warm skin.  

Bucky couldn’t help but wonder if his soulmate had died like Steve’s had- he shuddered at that thought.  The thought of some girl growing old and alone bothered him greatly, knowing that he could never go back and do things differently.

Or maybe she was in an old nursing home somewhere, surrounded by her children and grandchildren.  Falling in love with people other than your soulmates was not too common, but if it meant that Bucky’s soulmate was happy, then he was happy.  Or at the very least, bittersweet.


“That will be twelve ninety-five please,”  You said, waiting as the customer pulled out his wallet.  “I think that they will really love it, by the way.”  You nodded your heads to the bouquet of flowers in your hands, excitement for the man running through you.  This was your favorite part about working in a flower shop- the pay may not be great, but putting smiles on the customers’ faces was enough for you.

The man smiled and handed the cash over to you as you handed him the bouquet.  “Thank you,”  He said, “I think he will too.”

As soon as he left the door you started to busy yourself again, not liking moments of stillness.  That was one thing that everyone knew about you- you always needed to be moving.  You were alway talking, always moving, always doing something with your time.  Sometimes you thought it was because you didn’t want to be left alone with your thoughts, but before you could answer yourself you had already started doing something else.

You were watering a pot of pink gerbera daisies when the door chimed, signalling that someone else was in the shop with you.  Thinking that they would call if they needed help, you continued on to water the next plant, and the next plant, and the next…

“Excuse me, miss?”  You nearly jumped out of your skin when the man’s voice penetrated the silence.  Apparently the man took notice of this, because he quickly apologized, “Oh, I’m so sorry!  I didn’t mean to scare you!”

After catching your breath, you waved him off.  “It’s alright.  You’re just have really quiet footsteps, that’s all.”  You gave the tall blonde a friendly smile before continuing, “So what are you looking for today mister…”

“Steve, my name’s Steve.”  The way he said his name, like he was surprised that you would want to know it, bothered you.  He seemed like a sweet guy and it saddened you to know that he didn’t think you would care.

“It’s nice to meet you Steve!”  You placed a hand on your hip while pushing a strand of hair out of your face.  “What do you have in mind?”

“Actually, I was wondering if you could help me with that.”  

“Okay, well, what’s the occasion?”  His smile fell and you chided yourself for not being more sensitive.  You knew there was something off about the man- he was sad.  He probably lost someone, and here you were trying to be all perky.

“A friend of mine passed recently,”  He said, looking at the floor, “and I wanted to get some nice flowers for her.”

“Okay,”  You said, taking his hand and walking him towards the front desk of the store.  You pulled out a booklet filled with different flower assortment types, from small flower pots to large lavishing displays.  You handed it over to him gently, well aware of how he was feeling.  You have also lost people important to you and you knew how it felt.  “Do you see anything you like?”

His eyes flitted up from the booklet to meet yours before he spoke, pain clearly showing in them.  “I think she would have liked Selection B, if that’s okay.”  He handed the booklet back into your hands.

“Ah,”  You said, peeking at the picture that he was talking about.  Selection B was a moderately long display of an assortment of white flowers, a beautifully modest set in your opinion.  “And I can show you some different types of flowers for it if you’d like.”

“Thank you, that would be great.”

“But before we start off, do you have any specific colors in mind?  A favorite color of hers perhaps?”

Steve’s eyes flickered with something nostalgic for a moment before returning to the present.  “She liked red.  She was always painting her nails this beautiful shade of red…”  He trailed off, a sad look on his face.  You couldn’t help but think that he looked like some sort of lost puppy with that face.

“Okay, that’s good because I have lots of red flowers in here.”  You took his hand again and led him to the red section.  (Yes, you color coded your flowers.)  Releasing it, you used your finger to point to the different plants he could choose from.  “Now here we have the traditional red roses, and right next to them are the tulips, and below the tulips are the customer favorite- the carnations.  I have someone who comes in every week to buy his wife a bouquet of them- it’s really cute,”  You accidentally started to go off, mentally palming your forehead as you did so.  “Sorry, I’m just rambling now.”  You gave him a sheepish smile, hoping that he wouldn’t mind.

“It’s alright.  And I can see how they are a customer favorite, these carnations are beautiful.”

“Yeah, they are.  And then over here we have dahlias, and the daisies, and over there are the calla lillies…”

You continued to name off all of the flowers in the section enthusiastically, point to each one as you went.  If he was annoyed by your antics, he was good at hiding it because it seemed as though he was actually interested in what you were talking about.

“And that’s it for the red flowers, unless you want to look at some white ones too?”

“I think red will be just fine.”  

“Okay,”  You said, walking behind the cash register to retrieve the basket he chose for the assortment.  You quickly walked back to him, ready to start picking the flowers out.  “Do you have any ideas?”

“I liked the roses and the calla lillies- I think she would have too.”

You hummed in response, placing four of each in the basket.  “This is good- what else?”

“I think the carnations and the hollyhocks would work with them, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, of course!”  You placed a couple more of each in the basket.

“The poppies and pansies would be nice too.”  You nodded your head, placing stocks of them in with the rest of his flowers.  “And I think the cosmos would go well with those.”

“Okay, let’s put some of those in there too then!”  You placed a nice amount of the flower in the now full basket before turning to Steve.  “Is there anything else you would like to put in here?”

“No,”  He took the basket carefully from your hands, as if he was handling something extremely precious.  You deduced that whoever he lost must have meant a whole lot to him, which only furthered your concern for the man.  “That’ll be all.”

“Okay, then let’s ring you up.”  You walked him to the front desk again, entering the amount of each type of flowers he had picked out.  “That’ll be one-oh-four thirty-four.”

He placed the basket delicately down on the counter before fishing for his wallet in his pocket.  He then proceeded to pull a one hundred dollar bill out along with a twenty.  You took the money and placed it in the cash register before starting to sift through the bills to give him his change.

“No, please, keep the change.”  He reached for the basket and grasped it tightly in his hand before giving you a small smile.  “Thank you for helping me.”

“The pleasure was all mine.”  You said, walking him to the door.  “I’m sorry for your loss, by the way.”

He sighed before looking at you.  “It’s alright.  She isn’t in pain any longer.”  With that, Steve walked out the door and into the gloomy day.


By the time Steve came back home it was the grey sky had started to rain, so it was no surprise when Steve came in soaked to the bone.

“Hey Steve.  Do you want me to start a shower?”

“No thanks, I got it.”

“Is there anything I can do?”  Both men knew that there was a double meaning to Bucky’s words; he wanted to know if Steve wanted to talk about his day.

“I’m fine Buck.  I just went to give some flowers to Peggy.”  Steve disappeared into the bathroom, his head popping back out a second later.  “You would have liked the girl working there- she was really kind.  She seemed genuinely concerned for me, which was really sweet.  You always liked the sweet ones, didn’t you Buck?”

“Yeah,”  Bucky laughed, “I guess so.”

The bathroom door closed behind Steve as he went to take a shower, but Bucky could still hear him shouting over the running water.  “You should stop by tomorrow.”

“Why would I do that?”

“I dunno, I just have a feeling about this one.”


True to his word, the next day Bucky stood outside the flower shop.  ‘Y/n’s Florals’ the shop read.  For some reason, when he read your name he couldn’t help but feel tingles run down his spine in the most pleasant of ways.  

The bells over the door jingled as he passed through the door, entering the shop with curiousity.  There was no one at the front desk which discouraged him, but if he strained his hearing he could hear you softly humming to yourself somewhere in the shop.  His footsteps were light as he walked through the aisles, as he didn’t want to interrupt the beautiful sound of your soft humming.  He found you towards the back watering a line of eerily familiar purple flowers.

“Hello?”  Bucky couldn’t help but feel bad for you as she jumped nearly six inches in the air with fright.

You turned around holding your hand over your heart, which was still beating horribly fast might I add.  “What is it with people and sneaking up on me!”  As soon as the words left your mouth you instantly regretted them, placing a hand over your mouth in shock.  “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!  That’s terribly unprofessional of me!”

The dashing young man in front of you chuckled before speaking.  “Don’t be sorry- I should be the one apologizing.  I was the one that snuck up on you.”

“True,”  You said before converting back into your professional mode, “Anyways, I’m Y/n.  How may I help you today?”

Bucky didn’t want to stop talking to you, but for some reason he felt as though he couldn’t ask you out straightaway- something told him that you were more special than just any other girl that he would ask out casually.  

He attempted to think quickly, searching for a reason as to why he would need to talk to you.  “Um, my friend came in here yesterday to buy some flowers-”

“Oh, you Steve- was it?  The other really quiet guy?”

Bucky couldn’t help but smile a bit as you seemed proud of your deduction.  “Yeah, Steve’s my friend.”  You smiled back at him, glad that you guessed right so you didn’t make a complete fool of yourself.  

“So what are you looking for today mister…”

“Barnes, but please call me Bucky.”

“Okay Bucky, what are we looking for?”

He looked around the room before zeroing in on the purple flowers behind you. Maybe he would get some flowers for Wanda or Natasha or something. Anything to keep the conversation going.  “I was looking to get some purple flowers?”

“Okay, sure.  What size bouquet are you looking for?”


You chuckled at his uncertainty- guys could be such goofballs when it came to flowers.  “Okay, medium then.”  You motioned for him to stay put before walking to the front of the store to get one of the plastic wraps for a medium sized bouquet before walking back to him.  “What would you like?”

Bucky had no idea what to choose when it came to flowers, so he decided for you to choose.  “Um, I was hoping that you could help me with that?”

“Sure, okay.  I might be a bit biased though- is that okay?”

“Of course.”

“Alright then,”  You said, leaning over some pots to get to stalks of lavender.  “You wanted to stick to purple only, right?”

Bucky didn’t know why he said yes when there were so many different colors of flowers around them.  But, for some reason, he knew that purple flowers only was the right choice.

“I think I’ll put in some salvias and some carnations in, if that’s okay?”  You had always liked those flowers, as they were the ones that were in the tattoo on your hip.  You were only encouraged when he nodded his head for you to keep going.  “Some daylilies would be nice too, and some owl’s clover would be fun…”  

Before you knew it, you had unconsciously made a replica of your tattoo.  “Is this good?”  You asked, looking from the bouquet over to him.  

Bucky was standing next to you, staring at the flowers attentively.  He squinted at them, searching his mind for where he had seen them before.  And then it dawned on him.

“You’re the girl.”

“Yeah, I’m Y/n, remember?”  

“No, you’re the girl.”

“I don’t understand-”  You said, watching as Bucky started to lift up his shirt.  You were about to smack him until you saw the tattoo on his abdomen- one identical to yours and to the bouquet in your hands.

“Oh my god.”  You felt like you should have been saying something more, but you couldn’t think of any words to say.

“Oh my god.  I finally found you!”

Before you knew what was happening, two strong arms wrapped around you and your face was smooshed into his hard chest.  You threw your arms around his large frame, a feeling of warmth flourishing across your body.  

For once in very long time, Bucky was at peace.

EXO react when you (an idol) are feeling sad and struggling to act happy

Here you go :)

(I made this suitable for all genders btw)

Sehun:*it took him a while to pick up that you weren’t usual happy self and when you finally opened up to him and told him about the stress your management he dropped his sassy act and become a total dork. He didn’t know how to solve the problem with your management but always made sure he was someone you could vent to whenever you needed to*

Kai:*with your group’s comeback happening soon, you were trying to get in all the dance practise you could and wanted to perfect the moves. Kai had been helping you because he’s so sweet, but as the days wore on he noticed that your movements became less enthusiastic and you seemed less energetic all-around. Knowing that, although exciting, comebacks can be stressful he wanted to see you relax before the comeback date and the hectic performances and interviews that will follow. So when you were both in the car supposedly on the way to the dance studio, he drove on further in to the city to pick up some food and take the evening off*

Kai- “Come on, we’re getting takeout.”

Y/N- “But…”

Kai- “No buts, we’re going!”

Originally posted by kairamelo

Tao:*got very upset when you confessed to him about how stressful your management can be after he begged you to tell him what’s wrong. At first he yelled and raved to no one in particular about how cruel your manager is before holding you close clinging onto you like a koala to try and comfort you. Over the next week or so he toned done the whinyness and tried to be more aware of how you’re doing since you’re usually so happy and he hated to see you miserable*

you’re baek okay

D.O:*he’d noticed that your usual bubbly personality was rare to see recently when you weren’t in front of a camera, and he asked you if anything was bothering you. He sat on the couch with you, holding you in his arms as you vented all that was getting you down - the root of your problems being your overly-strict manager, who was very controlling about your personal life and how much time was “acceptable” to spend with family and friends. He promised you he would talk to the manager and reach some kind of compromise. Until then he would always try to make you smile and act like a complete dork to see you happy*

Originally posted by dodyo

Chanyeol:*being labelled the happy virus himself, he knew how sometimes it was a lot of pressure to always be upbeat and enthusiastic, and so was very sympathetic when you explained all that was wrong. He did everything in his power to distract you from the stress, whether it was nighttime adventures hunting for Pokemon or playing video games or teaching you how to play guitar. Expect random outburst of aegyo too, all he wants is to see you happy until the pressure passed*

Chen:*he listened to you as you voiced everything you had been worrying about with your management recently. With the threat of one of your group’s members leaving soon, management had been overbearing to ensure no one else would feel the urge to pack up and leave too, and it was getting on your nerves as well as worrying you. Afterwards, he wouldn’t stop cuddling you until you were begging him to free you, and until this difficult period in you career passed he incidentally exhausted himself by acting silly and doing stupid things even more than usual to see you laugh*

Originally posted by purpleuhan

Baekhyun:*he quickly realised that you weren’t yourself, and that your energy seemed to be drained from all the hard work you were doing for your group. Having an overly harsh manager had made you more and more stressed to improve your skills and gain their approval and all the extra training had finally gotten on top of you ;))) . Knowing you wouldn’t listen if he asked you to stop working so hard, he resorted to making sure you were still always busy, but having fun. You’d constantly receive texts or phone-calls along the lines of “Y/N we’re going bowling and you’re coming!” or “Don’t go to the studio let’s go to the arcade instead!” - before you knew it, you were already feeling far less stressed*

Lay:*he sat on the bed with you as you poured out everything that had been stressing you out with your management recently. Your group had just debuted but already you and your group’s members could tell your manager wasn’t the kindest or the most patient. Already she’d upset three members with her harsh criticism, and you were worried for them. Yixing dutifully listened and when all your complaints were out he took you in his arms and pulled you back to lie on the bed before telling you not to worry and to take a nap since you were exhausted with performing and worrying*

“Come get some sleep, it’ll all be okay Y/N”

Suho:*your management wasn’t the most organised or nicest, and you’d had to cancel a trip to visit your family because your manager had supposedly forgotten to tell you that your group was crazy busy with rehearsals those few days - this wasn’t the first time he had “forgotten”. Feeling devastated since you were so excited to see your parents again, you moaned to Junmyeon who after you were done gave you some good motherly advice and then proceeded to cheer you up by being the motherly idiot he is*

“If this happens again, complain. He’s a terrible manager and should probably be replaced”

Originally posted by 89ner

Kris:*he realised something was bothering you since you weren’t acting your usual hyper and happy self. He asked you what was bothering you, and, grateful to talk to someone, you ranted about your manager. Everything seemed stressful recently, with your group being booked for so many activities you were run off your feet. He listened hard to all you had to say, and brought you into a huge hug in his long ass arms and promised all the events and interviews would finish soon, and you’d soon enough have plenty of free time*

also this gif is rlly hot to me idk i wanted to use it so

Luhan:*your subdued behaviour made him panic at first, made him think he’d done something wrong and he racked his brains to think what it could be. But one day you came home and vented about your manager and his annoying tendency of never complimenting your group, there was always a “but” - “you did well, but..” or “you have improved, but..” - and it had really gotten you down. You complained about never feeling like you were achieving anything and how you never felt like laughing anymore. After comforting you until everything was out of your system, he whipped around the room in attempts to make you laugh which it did because come on*

“See you’re laughing now!”

Xiumin:*as soon as you told him how demanding your management had become, he instantly started babying you. Being the fantastic listener he is, he gave his full attention to everything you said and complained about. After promising you that all the stress would very soon go away and everything would slot back into place he tripled the aegyo and became even cuter and even sweeter than he normally is because he is a perfect human being we are not worthy of him how is he 26  oh god im emo again im gonna stop*

I don’t own these gifs, full credit to respective owners


Musashi couldn’t see, but he had a pretty good idea of when he was being watched.

It was something he couldn’t explain, a small prickling at the back of his neck. He used to think he was just being paranoid, but he was right enough times that he started listening to his intuition. And it wasn’t like he was short of people staring at him, after he revealed his true nature at the New Years Tournament. People were intrigued by the man who burned, and once news got around that his powers had been suppressed there was no fear to intimidate them into not gawking.

Musashi trailed his fingers over the rough surface of the book he had been reading. He let his hand slide off the bottom of the page, and reluctantly set the book down, careful not to lose his place. He sighed; things had just been getting good.

“Who’s there?” he called out. There was no answer at first, but Musashi relied heavily on his remaining senses. He could easily pick out the sound of someone else breathing, now that he was searching for it. He turned his head towards the source of the noise.

“Just me.”

Musashi relaxed again at the sound of Kenshirou’s voice. Staring at him was pretty much part of the supervisor’s job description, after all. Musashi reached for his book, but stopped short when he heard the click of his door being unlocked. Apparently it was time for another chat.

“Can I help you with something?” Musashi didn’t mind Kenshirou coming to talk to him, in fact he quite liked their conversations, but his timing was poor.

“You look so peaceful when you’re reading,” the supervisor told him softly. He seemed to collect himself. “Sorry for disturbing you.”

“Don’t worry about it, I wasn’t really focusing on the book,” Musashi lied.

“So what were you thinking about?” Kenshirou’s boots clicked against the tiles as he drew a little closer.

“Nothing much.” It wasn’t the best lie he’d ever told, but Musashi hadn’t been expecting Kenshirou to take enough of an interest to call his bluff. “Anything on your mind?” he deflected.

“Kiji was asking after you today. Well, he was telling everyone it was a shame that you couldn’t see how stunningly beautiful he is. It got me wondering if touching a person’s face actually let’s you determine what they look like.”

“Why don’t you come over here and see if I can tell what you look like?” Apparently Musashi hadn’t perfected the art of injecting sarcasm into his tone in other languages, because the supervisor sounded perfectly enthusiastic when he agreed.

Musashi found that he didn’t want to disappoint Kenshirou, so he ended up obliging him. He reached out for his face at a pace a glacier would have found timid; not wanting to accidentally hurt the other man. Musashi ran his hands over his face. He let his fingertips trace over Kenshirou’s lips for longer than was strictly necessary, but Musashi was never one to let an opportunity go to waste.

Time ticked away, and Musashi knew that it was time to let go. He let his hands fall down, and reached for his book. “I’m almost certain you have a nose, a mouth, and two eyes. Possibly some eyebrows, but don’t quote me,” he said, as he searched for the sentence he had left off on. If Kenshirou missed the sarcasm that time, then Musashi was going to be worried for him.

Kenshirou gave a good natured laugh, as he left Musashi’s cell. “Good night, 634.” With another click, the door was locked, and Kenshirou was gone.

Musashi couldn’t focus on the book after the interruption; it didn’t seem as interesting as it did before. His attention was being held by the softness of Kenshirou’s lips.

so I got a bucnh of Pony/Monoma (not as a ship) hc because I love these two for some reason so I’m just going to throw them in here

  • so what if Pony is part of one of those exchange student courses where they have to stay at other student’s house during the time they attend school
  • what if she is staying at Monoma’s house
  • can you imagine Monoma in class one day “oh Pony I’m so sorry that we could only put ONE grand piano in your room but there wasn’t any space left with the Louis XIV table there… you know that’s the room we use as a warehouse hope it’s comfortable enough for you”
  • Pony being genuinely amazed by everything Monoma does and trusting every single word that comes out of his mouth and Monoma is so touched he won’t let anyone hurt his precious friend
  • Pony waking up in the middle of the night because she’s thirsty and running into Monoma in his fourth trip to the bathroom and he’s like “you shouldn’t go around at night it’s dangerous what if you fall down the stairs go to your room I’ll bring you something to drink you problematic child gOD”
  • Monoma’s relationship with Pony is basically the “you are allowed to have other friends you just have to love me more” post
  • Pony is actually very popular in Class B because she’s really cute and everytime a boy talks to her Monoma is staring Monoma is listening always there lurking in the shadows
  • “You have such a cute accent” “aRE YOU MAKING FUN OF HER YOU JERK”
  • Monoma showing her around and Pony getting all excited and pointing at things asking “how do you call this?” and Monoma has to control himself because she’s so cute
  • when she says things like “Monoma-kun you are so smart” Monoma is lowkey crying because nice words???? towards him????
  • people approaching Pony and asking her how can she put up with Monoma and think such nice things of him when he’s so conceited and bigheaded and Pony being just like “is he? well, I don’t know”
  • but she knows because she can see how Monoma is when no one is around
  • Monoma turns into a soccer mom when it’s Pony’s turn during their hero classes
  • Pony turning into a supportive overly enthusiastic friend when it’s Monoma’s turn and mixing Japanese with English 
  • it’s true that Monoma teaches her some nasty things but if Pony gets stuck and doesn’t know how to say something and starts getting embarrassed he will help her out 
  • when Pony starts hanging out with the girls Monoma feels so lonely like “oh yeah…. sure go with your new friends…. I’ll be at home… the new season of Yo-kai Watch starts today anyway so…”
  • then Pony comes back home with something silly like a cat keychain and says something like “I saw this and reminded me of you because you are a copy-cat” and Monoma has to make an effort to not start crying there and then
  • he carries it everywhere and shows it to everyone until one day he loses it and he panics and Pony is like “it’s okay it was just a keychain” but Monoma is like “but YOU gave it to ME it’s important!”
  • Monoma slowly opening up to Pony but then immediately backing off before saying anything too personal when it’s 3AM 

anonymous asked:

EXO reaction to you being a messy eater?

I hope that’s what you meant by being a messy eater. If we misunderstood, we’re terribly sorry! We’re not English native speakers. 

- Admin Gumi


Laughs his ass off whenever he sees you eating and imitates you because it looks so funny to him. “Jagi, you made a mess again!”


He on the other hand thinks it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen and seeing you covered in food he smiles and kisses your cheek. “You have some on your face”


Laughs and teases you (it’s Chen we’re talking about). Sometimes even takes pictures for future blackmails uses. “Where are your manners, my lady?”


Is broken between seeing the mess and you being cute but eventually gets used to it and smiles at you. “Now, you really liked it, yeah?”


Doesn’t care at all. He loves how enthusiastic you are about food, sometimes just laughs about it. “You’re perfect even with all of this in your mouth”


At first is confused and judges you silently but deep down he’s fangirling about it. Soon he’s okay with it and just sighs with a small smile. “Oh you, what should I do about you”


He loves watching you eating because you always seem so happy with your food. “You’re so adorable, you know that?”


Chuckles quietly every time you’re covered in food and sometimes wipes off some food off your cheek. “You’re so funny, Jagi~”


Makes fun of you and takes a photo just because. He thinks it’s ridiculous and always laughs. “Yah, come here! I’m not gonna clean this up!”


Smiles at you and pets your head, letting you eat your food in peace. “She’s so pure, how is it even possible”


Even though he’s probably just as messy as you, he doesn’t let you live and makes fun of you each time. “You know I love you Jagiya but…” *starts laughing*


Actually likes seeing you eating all messy and being enthusiastic about it. Though he’s also shocked about how much you can eat. “Don’t tell me you ate all of that!”

- Admin Gumi and Admin Tian

On Tooru's insecurities

My (probably) unpopular headcanon of the day is that Tooru choose to stay invisible because she has dermatillomania or some other excoriation disorder.

And given her most recent interest in makeup and wigs and so on (based on the lovely comics by @smth-about-marie ), everyone in class noticed how pretty she has always been.

Ojiro is even more infatuated with her than before, not because she’s prettier than what he could have ever imagined. But because she looks so adorable and expressive now that…you know, now that he can actually see her eyes and smile.
Also, she always messes up her foundation or smudges her makeup without even noticing. It’s cute.

But someone else is looking as well, considering what would be the right way to approach a particular subject to Tooru…without disturbing her while she’s so enthusiastic and positive about life.

However, the day Shoji finds her crying all her makeup off in the toilets, is the day when the boy decides to act, after weeks of silent contemplation.

He carries Tooru in her own room and gently lowers her down on the floor while he prepares some tea. While they wait for the water to warm up, the boy takes Tooru’s makeup pouch in order to find some cleanser and cotton pads.

They drink their tea in silence, Tooru sniffling still, unaware of the fact that half of her face has little to no makeup on.
When the cups have been washed and dried, Shoji returns to the coffee table and sits right next to Tooru, facing her.

He takes off her wig, placing it delicately on her bed, and then he proceeds to clean her face with the cotton pads, now wet and squishy from the cleansing solution.

He doesn’t have to dwell for long on certain parts of her face to recognize the scars under his touch.

When her makeup-mask has disappeared completely, Shoji takes down his own mask…revealing his lipless mouth, with his frontal jaws and fangs and gums in full display.

The girl doesn’t flinch away from him. Because she knows.

“You picked at your lips…all of your arms picked at your lips.”, she easily guesses, probably having noticed how difficult it was sometimes for Shoji to control all of his limbs a once…especially when he was tired.

“And you pick at your face a lot…and I suppose even other parts of your body as well. I noticed immediately, ever since you began experimenting with makeup in order to be more appealing to Ojiro.”

“How?”, she questions, pretty confused judging by her voice, “I’m invisible, you couldn’t see me without makeup…because I don’t have a face.”

“Hagakure…if I were born with an invisibility quirk like you, and then if I were to develop unhealthy coping mechanisms such as picking at my skin…
In your position it would have been pretty easy for me to just…embrace my invisibility to prevent others from seeing the scars, the blood, the discoloration, and so on.”

Tooru looks at him with a great deal of interest and pity, Shoji can tell just by noticing how messy and crumpled her skirt has gotten in her lap: as if a pair of invisible hands were folding and unfolding on top of it.

He didn’t mind the pity either. She has always been a good kid, unaware of the fact that other kids might have wanted to become invisible more than anything else in the world.

“Ojiro likes you the way you are…but if you need some time before telling him about your little secret, that’s okay.
Keep covering the scars with makeup, keep covering your face with your invisible quirk for now…that’s okay.
And if you will ever make yourself seen by him…remind him that it’s an honor for him to be able to look at you in the first place. Got it?”

Tooru hugs him tight before he can say how beautiful she is.
How beautiful the both of them are.
How beautiful they always have been.
Scars and all.

Do you have one with the boys reacting to if their s/o did competitive swimming? If not could you try to do it for me :3

Oh for sure, I have a lot of ideas for this!

Korekiyo Shinguuji

  • he thinks you’ve picked a very honourable and beautiful field of competition!
  • the way the body moves while swimming is incredible, especially yours.
  • he constantly compliments your figure and form, comparing you to a mesmerizing siren, to a beautiful mermaid, to a graceful koi fish.
  • he has a million things to compare you to, and a million compliments to shower you with.
  • he really loves to watch you compete live, but he doesn’t like the large crowds that come with that.
  • so even though he’s really proud, and loves you so much, he doesn’t come to a lot of competitions…
  • or at least, not in the building! he watches the live stream outside from the car and comes in to congratulate you when it ends!
  • he can do that much, at least.
  • he’s very proud of your amazing talent! you can accomplish anything, you’re an incredible human.

Rantarou Amami

  • very supportive!
  • he brings up your swimming success at parties and in group conversations, he wants to show you off, he’s just so proud!
  • he’s willing to pay for anything you might need to succeed, and pretty much devotes himself to coaching you.
  • he learns everything he can about swimming to help!
  • he also manages your workout regime!
  • he comes to every competition, and makes sure you’re well fed and well hydrated before every swim.
  • above your success, he cares about your safety.
  • when you win, he’s so excited!
  • he hugs you, kisses you, congratulates you, even cries a little! he’s just so proud of you for working so hard and having it all pay off!
  • he thinks your talent is really something incredible, and does his best to enrich you!

Kokichi Ouma

  • basically the overly supportive soccer mom of the group.
  • he comes to every competition and cheers for you at the top of his lungs, ordering members of his secret society to take up as much of the audience as possible and do the same!
  • empty seats? god no, not to YOUR competition! all ouma’s underlings!
  • the crowd is absolutely ROARING with your praise!
  • if anybody else in the crowd dares to cheer for somebody else louder than he’s cheering for you, he will silence them.
  • you do not need to hear that. off they go now. 
  • will pick a fight with ANYBODY who claims you aren’t the best swimmer i the entire world. Children, elders, animals, anybody! nobody says that about you without going through him!
  • you have to make him promise not to rig the competition or injure any of the other competitors.
  • when you win, he bawls.
  • he’s out of his seat, applauding and screaming your praises, telling everybody sitting around him that you’re his S/O and also the best.
  • however, when you meet up with him after, he says you were…alright.
  • but that doesn’t stop him from shouting how fantastic you were at every swimmer who passes.

Shuuichi Saihara

  • tries his best to be supportive, but really doesn’t know the first thing about swimming.
  • and it doesn’t help that he doesn’t like the big crowds of people, so he actually doesn’t go to any of your competitions, which he feels terrible about, honestly.
  • but he wants to hear all about them when you get home!
  • eventually you show him the live streams, and he is fascinated! he could have been watching all this time!
  • so he starts watching every single stream, cheering you on from home and smiling proudly the entire time.
  • he’s just so, so impressed! you’re so talented!
  • he hugs you so tight when you get home, you did such a good job!
  • he never misses a competition now, and is always cheering for you, whether you can hear him or not.

Kaito Momota

  • cheers loudly for you at every single competition!
  • makes sure to bring friends, so you always have a large crowd of fans!
  • he meets up with you the second you’re out of the pool and puts his jacket over your shoulders, so everybody knows who the incredible swimmer who just owned that competition came here with!
  • he brags about your win pretty loudly, but he can’t help it! he’s just so proud!
  • he keeps asking you all sorts of questions, he’s very curious about your practice, he doesn’t know much about competitive swimming.
  • but he wants to!
  • he does your workouts with you, including your laps of the pool, but he’s not as fast a swimmer as you, so you take it easy on him.
  • he likes to cuddle you a lot after your competitions to help you unwind, and because he’s so proud of you.


  • he can’t get anywhere near the pool, so he can’t go to your competitions, but…
  • he watches the live streams avidly, and he’s very proud of you no matter if you win or lose, because your skills are so impressive!
  • he knows he could never do that, so the fact that you can amazes him.
  • he tells you how impressed he is after every single competition, just to make sure you know!
  • he made sure to do lots of research on competitive swimming, so he knows what everything means and what’s going to help you compete.
  • he makes sure to give you lots of tips when you need them!
  • he also provides you with some very good stretches and exercises, which definitely help your performance!
  • he just wants to be able to help!
  • likes to segway conversations with others towards you being a competitive swimmer, because secretly, he does like showing you off a bit.
  • you’re just so incredible, he has to!

Gonta Gokuhara

  • does your training with you every morning, for encouragement!
  • he also makes sure to come to every single competition, he’s so interested in what you do!
  • his cheering is adorable. never intentional, he just gets completely swept up in the excitement and starts cheering for as loudly as he can! you’re his star!
  • he absolutely drowns you in affection after every competition, constantly hugging and holding you, kissing your face and head constantly, but it’s particularly bad after a win!
  • he won’t put you down or leave your side, interrupting his own sentences or your sentences occasionally just to kiss you!
  • he’s just so proud of his beautiful S/O!
  • he works out with you all the time, just to be sure you’re doing your workouts right!
  • that’s his area of expertise, he can help you out there if not with swimming!
  • really, he doesn’t actually know how to swim that well…
  • he can doggy paddle??
  • not much else-

Ryouma Hoshi

  • the only time you see him so enthusiastic is when he’s cheering you on!
  • he’ll gladly fight anybody who insults your skills, right on the spot. won’t even take it outside, just fight them right then and there.
  • makes sure to always get front row seats to your competitions, won’t settle for less. 
  • because he wants a good view of you!
  • and because he can’t see if he doesn’t sit in the front.
  • but people think he’s a toddler so they usually let him take the front seat if he tries to take it.
  • brags shamelessly about being your S/O, which embarrasses you but he’s just so proud to be the boyfriend of such an incredibly talented person.
  • he comes to every competition, and always takes you out for dinner after to eat and talk about your competition!