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How to Write a Novel:  Tips For Visual Thinkers.

1.  Plotting is your friend.

This is basically a must for all writers (or at least, it makes our job significantly easier/less time consuming/less likely to make us want to rip our hair out by the roots), but visual thinkers tend to be great at plotting.  There’s something about a visible outline that can be inexplicably pleasing to us, and there are so many great ways to go about it.   Here are a few examples: 

  • The Three-Act Structure
    • This one is one of the simplest:  it’s divided into the tried-and-true three acts, or parts, a la William Shakespeare, and includes a basic synopsis of what happens in each.  It’s simple, it’s familiar, it’s easy to add to, and it get’s the job done. 
    • It starts with Act I – i.e. the set-up, or establishing the status quo – which is usually best if it’s the shortest act, as it tends to bore audiences quickly.  This leads to Act II, typically the longest, which   introduces the disruptor and shows how characters deal with it, and is sandwiched by Act III (the resolution.)  
  • The Chapter-by-Chapter
    • This is the one I use the most.  It allows you to elucidate on the goings on of your novel in greater detail than the quintessential three act synopsis generally could, fully mapping out your manuscript one chapter at a time.  The descriptions can be as simple or as elaborate as you need them to be, and can be added to or edited throughout the progression of your novel.
    • Can easily be added to/combined with the three-act structure.
  • The Character Arc(s)
    • This isn’t one that I’ve used a lot, but it can be a lot of fun, particularly for voice-driven/literary works:  instead on focusing on the events of the plot, this one centralizes predominantly around the arc of your main character/characters.  As with its plot-driven predecessors, it can be in point-by-point/chapter-by-chapter format, and is a great way to map out character development.  
  • The Tent Moments
    • By “tent moments,” I mean the moments that hold up the foundation (i.e. the plot) of the novel, in the way that poles and wires hold up a tent.  This one builds off of the most prevalent moments of the novel – the one’s you’re righting the story around – and is great for writers that want to cut straight to the action.  Write them out in bullet points, and plan the rest of the novel around them.
  • The Mind Map
    • This one’s a lot of fun, and as an artist, I should probably start to use it more.  It allows you to plot out your novel the way you would a family tree, using doodles, illustrations, and symbols to your heart’s content.  Here’s a link to how to create basic mind maps on YouTube.

2.  “Show don’t tell” is probably your strong suit.

If you’re a visual thinker, your scenes are probably at least partially originally construed as movie scenes in your head.  This can be a good thing, so long as you can harness a little of that mental cinematography and make your readers visualize the scenes the way you do.

A lot of published authors have a real big problem with giving laundry lists of character traits rather than allowing me to just see for myself.  Maybe I’m spoiled by the admittedly copious amounts of fanfiction I indulge in, where the writer blissfully assumes that I know the characters already and let’s the personalities and visuals do the talking.  Either way, the pervasive “telling” approach does get tedious.

Here’s a hypothetical example.  Let’s say you wanted to describe a big, tough, scary guy, who your main character is afraid of.  The “tell” approach might go something like this:

Tommy was walking along when he was approached by a big, tough, scary guy who looked sort of angry.

“Hey, kid,” said the guy.  “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to a friend’s house,” Tommy replied.  

I know, right?  This is Boring with a capital ‘B.’  

On the other hand, let’s check out the “show” approach:

The man lumbered towards Tommy, shaved head pink and glistening in the late afternoon sun.  His beady eyes glinted predatorily beneath the thick, angry bushes of his brows.

“Hey, kid,” the man grunted, beefy arms folded over his pot belly.  “Where are you going?” 

“I’m going to a friend’s house,” Tommy replied, hoping the man didn’t know that he was ditching school.

See how much better that is?  We don’t need to be told the man is big, tough, and scary looking because the narrative shows us, and draws the reader a lot more in the process.  

This goes for scene building, too.  For example: 

Exhibit A:

Tyrone stepped out onto his balcony.  It was a beautiful night.

Lame.  

Exhibit B: 

Tyrone stepped out onto his balcony, looking up at the inky abyss of the night sky, dotted with countless stars and illuminated by the buttery white glow of the full moon.

Much better.

3.  But conversely, know when to tell.

A book without any atmosphere or vivid, transformative descriptors tends to be, by and large, a dry and boring hunk of paper.  That said, know when you’re showing the reader a little too much.

Too many descriptors will make your book overflow with purple prose, and likely become a pretentious read that no one wants to bother with.

So when do you “tell” instead of “show?”  Well, for starters, when you’re transitioning from one scene to the next.

For example:

As the second hand of the clock sluggishly ticked along, the sky ever-so-slowly transitioning from cerulean, to lilac, to peachy sunset.  Finally, it became inky black, the moon rising above the horizon and stars appearing by the time Lakisha got home.

These kind of transitions should be generally pretty immemorable, so if yours look like this you may want to revise.

Day turned into evening by the time Lakisha got home. 

See?  It’s that simple.

Another example is redundant descriptions:  if you show the fudge out of a character when he/she/they are first introduced and create an impression that sticks with the reader, you probably don’t have to do it again.  

You can emphasize features that stand out about the character (i.e. Milo’s huge, owline eyes illuminated eerily in the dark) but the reader probably doesn’t need a laundry list of the character’s physical attributes every other sentence.  Just call the character by name, and for God’s sake, stay away from epithets:  the blond man.  The taller woman.  The angel.  Just, no.  If the reader is aware of the character’s name, just say it, or rework the sentence. 

All that said, it is important to instill a good mental image of your characters right off the bat.

Which brings us to my next point…

4.  Master the art of character descriptions.

Visual thinkers tend to have a difficult time with character descriptions, because most of the time, they tend to envision their characters as played their favorite actors, or as looking like characters from their favorite movies or TV shows.

That’s why you’ll occasionally see characters popping up who are described as looking like, say, Chris Evans.  

It’s a personal pet peeve of mine, because A) what if the reader has never seen Chris Evans?  Granted, they’d probably have to be living on Mars, but you get the picture:  you don’t want your readers to have to Google the celebrity you’re thirsting after in order for them to envision your character.  B) It’s just plain lazy, and C) virtually everyone will know that the reason you made this character look like Chris Evans is because you want to bang Chris Evans.  

Not that that’s bad or anything, but is that really what you want to be remembered for?

Now, I’m not saying don’t envision your characters as famous attractive people – hell, that’s one of the paramount joys of being a writer.  But so’s describing people!  Describing characters is a lot of fun, draws in the reader, and really brings your character to life.

So what’s the solution?  If you want your character to look like Chris Evans, describe Chris Evans.

Here’s an example of what I’m talking about:

Exhibit A:

The guy got out of the car to make sure Carlos was alright, and holy cow, he looked just like Dean Winchester!

No bueno.  Besides the fact that I’m channeling the writing style of 50 Shades of Grey a little here, everyone who reads this is going to process that you’re basically writing Supernatural fanfiction.  That, or they’ll have to Google who Dean Winchester is, which, again, is no good.

Exhibit B:  

The guy got out of the car to make sure Carlos was alright, his short, caramel blond hair stirring in the chilly wind and a smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose.  His eyes were wide with concern, and as he approached, Carlos could see that they were gold-tinged, peridot green in the late afternoon sun.

Also note that I’m keeping the description a little vague here;  I’m doing this for two reasons, the first of which being that, in general, you’re not going to want to describe your characters down to the last detail.  Trust me.  It’s boring, and your readers are much more likely to become enamored with a well-written personality than they are a vacant sex doll.  Next, by keeping the description a little vague, I effectively manage to channel a Dean Winchester-esque character without literally writing about Dean Winchester.

Let’s try another example: 

Exhibit A:

Charlotte’s boyfriend looked just like Idris Elba. 

Exhibit B:  

Charlotte’s boyfriend was a stunning man, eyes pensive pools of dark brown amber and a smile so perfect that it could make you think he was deliciously prejudiced in your favor.  His skin was dark copper, textured black hair gray at the temples, and he filled out a suit like no other.

Okay, that one may have been because I just really wanted to describe Idris Elba, but you get the point:  it’s more engaging for the reader to be able to imagine your character instead of mentally inserting some sexy fictional character or actor, however beloved they may be.

So don’t skimp on the descriptions!

5.  Don’t be afraid to find inspiration in other media!

A lot of older people recommend ditching TV completely in order to improve creativity and become a better writer.  Personally, if you’ll pardon my French, I think this is bombastic horseshit.  

TV and cinema are artistic mediums the same way anything else is.  Moreover, the sheer amount of fanart and fanfiction – some of which is legitimately better than most published content – is proof to me that you can derive inspiration from these mediums as much as anything else.

The trick is to watch media that inspires you.  I’m not going to say “good media” because that, in and of itself, is subjective.  I, for example, think Supernatural is a fucking masterpiece of intertextual postmodernism and amazing characterization, whereas someone else might think it’s a hot mess of campy special effects and rambling plotlines.  Conversely, one of my best friends loves Twilight, both the movies and the books, which, I’m going to confess, I don’t get at all.  But it doesn’t matter that it isn’t good to me so long as it’s good to her.   

So watch what inspires you.  Consume any whatever movies, books, and shows you’re enthusiastic about, figure out what you love most about them, and apply that to your writing.  Chances are, readers will find your enthusiasm infectious.

As a disclaimer, this is not to say you get a free pass from reading:  I’ve never met a good writer who didn’t read voraciously.  If you’re concerned that you can’t fall in love with books the way you used to (which, sadly, is a common phenomenon) fear not:  I grappled with that problem after I started college, and I’ll be posting an article shortly on how to fall back in love reading.

So in the meanwhile, be sure to follow my blog, and stay tuned for future content!

(This one goes out to my friend, beta reader, and fellow writer @megpieeee, who is a tremendous visual thinker and whose books will make amazing movies someday.)

Time to float - Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Title: Time to float

Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Warnings: None

Prompts: If you’re taking requests for Bill Skarsgård can you write one where the reader is a famous actress and also little Jackson Scott’s big sister (the kid who plays Georgie) so she attends the premiere with him wearing a stunning dress as usual, she meets Bill who is awestruck bc hes a huge fan with a massive crush on her, the kids who played in the movie myb tease him a little bit, and she’s flattered and thinks hes adorable idk i like this idea 
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YN is Jackson older sister and Bill is her fan!so when he finds out he tries his best to get Jackson to introduce them,and when he does,Jackson can’t help and teels big sis that Bill has a crush on her and he’s just super adorkable to admit! later they all say that on an interview,and the kids love to make fun of them

“Jackson please don’t run! Be careful, sweetie, you’re gonna-” you stopped yourself when you heard you little brother giggle and you realized what you’d just said “Oh gosh I am turning into mom!” you breathed out, eyes wide.

Your little brother ran back to you, wrapping his small arms around your legs and you looked down to be met with his adorable smile “Yes you are! But I am always going to love you the most! More than mom and dad, and more than anyone else in the world!” he said and you giggled.

“And you will always be the number one man in my heart, JR!” you leaned down to pick him up and kiss his cheek as he wrapped his arms around your neck with a big smile.

“Even before dad?” he asked and you grinned, nodding your head.

“But we’re not gonna tell him that, because it’s gonna break his heart.” you pouted, and he giggled.

“You bet it will!” your father piped in, saying with a serious nod and you laughed with Jackson as he kissed your cheek before going to help your mother.

“And… even more than him?” he said with what was supposed to be a smirk on his face and you chuckled, tickling his belly.

“You sly little tease!” you grinned as he squirmed in your arms “Alright, maybe I really do like him a little bit but-”

He rolled his eyes so dramatically at you and shook his head “A lot!”

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dating boxer!tom...
  • omg okay so the first the time you both every laid eyes on each other it all happened in slow motion
  • that was only because the second Tom moved his head he got punched right in the face 
  • you couldn’t help but let out a laugh
  • but he would jut jump right back up 
    • “didn’t even hurt, babydoll” with a wink 
  • you would admire the muscles in his back and arms as he threw punched a little while longer before you got to your own training 
  • but you’d always feel his eyes on you 
  • also feeling self-conscious of your skills after watching him 
  • he’d come up to the trainer, whisper something to him before trading places with him 
    • “you need to punch harder, darling,” and you nod, taking his feedback and wanting to use 
  • throwing a few punches before he speaks again
    • “c’mon darling, I know you can hit harder than that,” with his signature smirk 
    • “don’t be afraid, punch me anywhere,” and you’d nod your head before throwing the strongest punch of your life
  • he stumbled back, just barely having enough time to block it 
  • his eyes would be blown wide, his mouth hung open as a small whoa left his mouth 
    • “that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” his cocky attitude coming back
  • he’d become your personal trainer even though it was the most unprofessional dynamics ever

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How Jason and Damian handle a fight with their S/Os

Disclaimer: Damian is older in this (as I usually write him) *He’s like 19 in this*

Requested: Yes 

Request: “Okay but jason and/or Damian headcanons about fighting (like argument) with their s/o and how they make up?? (Feel free to be nsfw if you feel like it)” 


Jason: 

-can I just say, it’s not often you guys fight but DAMN… 

-he’s the type that holds it in and tries to stay calm but when he gets pissed he kinda just snaps at the smallest thing 

-LITERALLY STARTS WORLD WAR THREE WITH YOU FOR LEAVING THE WINDOW OPEN AT NIGHT (when it comes to safety hazards this boy GOES HAM LIKE TF?!) 

-usually the buildup that leads to the lashing out over small things is the pent up little things you two do that piss each other off

-And of course when he yells at you he comes off trying to sound bossy, commanding you stop doing reckless shit (even though he does crazy shit all the time)  

-when the argument gets heated he just stops holding back and jabs you with some really hurtful one liners 

-like he’ll get really personal and might even throw an insecurity in there if the fight is heated enough

-but god the minute he sees you crying and realizes what he said after the heat of the moment he just runs towards you like “IMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYBABEIDIDNTMEANIT”

-THIS BOY WILL WRAP HIS ARMS AROUND YOU AND HOLD YOU UNTIL YOU FORGIVE HIM, HE’LL BE LIKE C’MERE BABE LEMME DRY THEM TEARS 

Damian:

-lemme just say THIS BOY IS SO FUCKING HURTFUL AND HALF THE TIME HE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW IT 

-(YOU GOTTA BE TOUGH AS SHIT TO PUT UP WITH THIS ONE LEMME TELL YOU) 

-hoooooo shit the fights you have though (he’s the type to try to belittle you, to tower over you and yell down at you to win an argument 

-But if you the type of girl that can meet his match (like me per-say) you’d grab a chair to stand on and yell back in his face (which would probably heat things up very quickly) (him to the point where he looks at his sword and has to leave your presence before his anger gets the best of him)  

-You’re always the first to apologize (Damian’s pride normally causes him to apologize after you do -unless he does something where he KNOWS HE REALLY FUCKED UP) 

-and normally you don’t mind apologizing first, if anything it makes you feel like the bigger person (but lemme tell you when he sees how genuine you are when you do apologize -it brings the biggest guilt out of him. like he apologizes right after, because seeing you being the first to apologize shows the wholesomeness you have that he always admires at the end of your fights)

-that’s only when both of you are angry with each other though, when he’s only being a jerk or you’re being a cold towards him you’ll normally tell each other and you’ll both realize it and apologize for it 

-to be honest you guys don’t have big fights often, it’s pretty rare, but when you do, Damian always ends up showing his vulnerable side when making up with you 

-like when you guys have an argument and make up over it, his favorite thing to do is to rest his head on your lap with your hands running through his hair, just hearing you hum, being so vulnerable to you, it makes him feel relived at the end of the fight you had

anonymous asked:

I had the worst day at work today, bartending for some CREEPS, ugh. What about some Cute Bartender!Tony dealing with assholes whilst Steve stands all smitten in the background, I'd really love that right now.

I’m really sorry you had to deal with that bullshit, my friend. But here- I hope this helps!



“Steve, if you keep starin’ at him any longer, he’s gonna call the cops.”


The sound was barely visible over the noise in the club, but Steve turned anyway, shooting Bucky a dirty look as the man simply grinned over to him and shrugged.

“Just say hi,” Sam encouraged, nudging his arm, “he seems nice. From what I can tell from the one drink he served me forty minutes ago, anyway.”

Steve blushed, turning to fiddle with the rim of his Pina Colada and cursing himself. He knew he should. He knew that’s what everyone said he should do, anyway- but the man was like… a whole other level.
There was attractive, and there there was that guy.

Dark hair, tanned skin, a smile to die for. Every line and curve of his body was physically perfect. Steve had studied all about it in art school- Da Vinci’s Golden ratio and the divine proportion, all that stuff. He couldn’t say he’d ever really believed it himself, but Jesus- looking at that man, he guessed that that was what Leo had been banging on about all those years back.

-Aaaaand he was staring again.

Dammit.

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anonymous asked:

Hey I love your blog! It's my favourite! Could you do a Shiro imagine where it's years after Voltron and him and his s/o have children and it's all cute and fluffy! 💖💖💖

ok, so I got a lot of this type of request so I’ll just do random HC’s, yeah? Mostly because if I broke these all up they would probably be extremely similar


  • Shiro’s got twin girls and he’s Blessed™ every morning he gets to see their beautiful faces
    • we’re continuing with the twins from earlier posts: Astrid and Hayden
  • if you didn’t think he cried when he got his first ‘#1 Dad’ you’re fucking wrong because this man bawled
    • it’s his favorite mug
    • until his daughters grow up more and start making him one every year, then those are his favorite
    • also he loves the crazy ties they choose for him each year. 
  • you thought he was romantic before marrying him? Well buddy, i have some news for you
    • takes every opportunity to say “Wifey” any time he possibly can. You are his ‘wifey’ and he loves saying it.
      • or ‘husband’ if that is what you prefer. every time. “Hey Husband.” what is your name? Husband.
    • flowers/chocolates/food/gifts weekly. just because he likes the look on your face when he comes home
    • you know that Roseanne post where dan gets her flowers? Yeah, that’s him
    • date night every wednesday (bc Fridays are busy) and sometimes it’s fancy, other times it’s not (”What do you mean Panda isn’t romantic? This is peak romance right here.”)
    • randomly massages parts of your body without asking
    • “What are you looking at Shiro?” “Only the most beautiful person in the universe.” “You’re a loser.” “But a loser who’s in looove~”
    • *soft sigh* “How did I get so lucky?” you’d think you’d be used to this, but it still makes you blush years later
    • “You’re so perfect, absolutely perfect.” “Shiro…I’m picking up dog shit.” “Yeah~”
  • has pictures of you, your daughters, and your pitbulls (3) all over his work area
    • there’s a small voltron dedicated area too, but it’s tiny compared to his family area. Lance is appalled.
    • “You won’t believe how cute my girls were this weekend!” proceeds to whip out the new 63 photos long album on facebook
  • speaking of, amateur Dad Photographer Shiro
    • he’s got a fancy Cannon with a bunch of different lenses
    • weekend daughter photoshoots are a hoot
    • your girls grow up loving it, being dramatic, imitating tyra banks, wearing ridiculous outfits, they are owning that back yard
    • they continue pretty much until the girls are like 13, because “It’s embarrassing dad!” “Ok, but I’m supposed to be embarrassing?” 
  • Soccer Mom Shiro
    • he’s got shirts that say his daughter’s names and numbers for every sport
    • he’s got noise makers and flags
    • the obnoxious parent who heckles the refs
      • “Hey ref! Did you come from FootLocker!? Because that was BULLSHIT!”
      • “oH SCREW YOU COACH! YOU WANT ME TO COME OVER THERE AND SHOW YOU HOW A REAL ELBOW GETS THROWN??!!”
      • he gets red carded, a lot.
      • you don’t even fight it anymore
    • the team loves him though because he’s super supportive of the other girls and he brings some killer snacks
      • not homemade though, he can’t cook for shit
  • remember his Expedition? He finally traded her in for a new version and is the official Mom Car™ for team/friend trips
  • let me repeat, he can not cook for shit. but for some reason he can throw it down of the barbecue
    • convinced it’s a perk you unlock after childbirth
  • very protective of his daughters, but respects their right to privacy and right to do their own things
    • but he taught them how to fight, so every fuck boi within a 10 mile radius knows not to fuck with the Shirogane Twins
    • he chugs that Respect Women Juice
    • wants to break a kid the first time a daughter cries over a romantic partner. but then he remembers murder on Earth is illegal. 
  • overly supportive in whatever his daughters and you choose to pursue
    • just overly supportive in everything really
    • he basically lives for you guys 
  • doesn’t get sick for some reason, so whenever someone is sick in the house, Nurse Shirogane/Dad is on it
  • “Who wore their shoes in the house?? Seriously?”
  • *pinches his nose with a deep sigh* “I’m sorry, my daughter punched Travis. But frankly, he kept harassing her even after she told him to stop snapping her bra strap. So the question we should be addressing here, Principal, is why your teacher allowed this sexual harassment to continue and did nothing to help my daughter?” Guess who got detention? Not his daughter.
  • Wants to cry a bit when his daughters start asking questions about sex
    • but he’ll be damned if they don’t know everything
    • it was actually a good family talk, after the initial awkwardness
  • The Hot Dad
    • his daughters’ friends all have a crush on him and he can’t figure out why
    • it’s totally not because he’s hot
    • or that he’s actually interested in what they have to say
    • or that he does yard work shirtless
    • or that he remembers random facts about them that they thought he would forget
    • nope
    • his daughters are grossed out
    • you think its hilarious because you get to tap that
  • drops off his girls at school
    • “Have fun! I love you! Make good decisions! I miss you already!”
    • “OmG DAD GO HOME!”“GROOOOSSS!”
  • goes to pick them up and has a little sign like people do at the airport that says “Shirogane” with like glitter and hearts and shit
    • the twins are embarrassed each time but they secretly love it
  • threw up the first time he had to change a poopy diaper
    • he did it though. he did it.
  • sings around the house a lot, just little random song parts or to the dogs
    • “Where oh where are my pup-py dogs~?” the dogs come slipping and sliding around the corner every time you guys come home
    • *badly and purposely out of tune* “And there’s the love of my liiiiife!!!~” “Oh stop it Shiro!” “She thinks I’m talking about her~. but I’m talking about the noo~odles~” *you throw a noodle at his head*
    • accompanied by bad dance moves
  • speaking of puppy dogs, has 3 pitbulls that look vicious as hell but they’re just as sweet as him
    • they are wonderfully trained and big babies
    • his ‘other children’ 
    • wouldn’t hurt a fly, but ain’t nobody fuck with you guys on walks
    • Their names are Mr. Murder (Murds for short), Cupcake (Cakey), and Rebel (Bells). He didn’t name them. The girls did.
  • There is also a grumpy house cat that nobody knows how old it is or how you acquired it. The Captain has just, always been…
    • Cappy showed up one day and never left
    • he’s a solid grey Blue Russian/Siamese mix with green eyes that rules the dogs
    • only loves Shiro and tolerates everyone else (he loves you guys really, but Shiro is his person)
    • Shiro baby talks him, “Who’s a good murder cat? You are! Yes! You!!!”
  • the house cleaner, his house and yard is spotless.
    • once broke out a ruler to measure the grass. you made fun of him.
    • “I swear to God, if Jim’s nasty ass tree grows over the fence this year, I will cut it down. I don’t give a fuck.”
    • fond of power washing
  • hot mechanic, does his own car work
  • head kisses for everyone! you are a well kissed family
  • also you’re the couple that’s always got your hands linked, arms wrapped around each other, or just leaning against each other
    • you’re always touching. always.
  • family Halloween costumes
    • Halloween is his JAM
    • lives for Halloween decorating
  • watches House Hunters religiously
  • The one who drags the family to World Market and Kohl’s for house decor
    • the house is definitely decorated for every major holiday
    • and he’s actually really good at decor? Like, you wouldn’t think so given with his clothing style and bad hair cut, but wow. you’ve got a nice house. (yes, i’m dragging Shiro)
  • you’ve come home routinely to the girls doing is hair and makeup and nails
    • “Hey honey, look how pretty I am. Didn’t the girls do a wonderful job?” “Just…marvelous dear.” “Right? Your turn is next.” oh no…
    • doesn’t wash off the nail polish, nobody makes fun of him. nobody.
  • tries to make you breakfast in bed on your birthday and valentine’s day
    • he can only make harboiled eggs and toast
    • when the girls get older, it gets more elaborate because they can help
  • super excited to teach the girls how to drive, but worried about dying
    • screamed more than once in the car and tried to slam on his invisible break
    • “Please…stop… you’re making my hair whiter…”
    • “I said SLOW, THIS IS NOT SLOW!!!”
    • Hands are pressing on the roof of the car and he’s twisted in the seat trying to brace himself
  • one day he figures out how to work the crockpot and can now contribute to family meals
  • loves taking you guys camping
    • tent camping, because RV camping ‘isn’t real’
    • a pyromaniac
    • everyone needs a personal bear mace and a dog at all times
    • the cat goes too, on a harness
    • family snuggles in the hammock for star gazing. including said pets. it’s a big hammock. 
  • everyone has an absurd knowledge about space. he was an astronaut and lived in space for a few years, so yeah
  • routinely uses Scary Aunt Allura as a threat
  • selfies!!! he has a lot of surprise ones where he just comes up and kisses you and takes the picture
    • the girls are selfie queens too family pictures happen. a lot.
    • “Family selfie!!” “We’re at Albertson’s????” “Don’t care, get in here.”
  • just, embarrassing but totally authentic dad!Shiro melts me
Soulmate!Wonwoo

Originally posted by minghaon

  • soulmate au where you can hear your soulmate’s thoughts
  • the first time you heard your soulmate’s voice was when you were 12
  • a really quiet voice was talking and it seemed like they were reading a book
  • you listened to his story telling for a while before you finally perked up
  • and you scared him
  • it was endearing though
  • and you two exchanged names before the connection was cut off
  • fast forward to present day
  • Wonwoo’s love for reading only increased
  • often while you’re working, you’ll hear him reading paragraphs from a book
  • or sometimes he’ll randomly pop into your head, and he gets all giddy bc “i found a new book, its really nice, can we read it together”
  • and you get a heart attack bc wow he’s really the cutest
  • “y/n i heard you say that”
  • “bYE WoNWoo”
  • sometimes you hear him tear up bc the book he’s reading is really sad
  • and other times you hear him say something weird like ‘where are birds ears’
  • you’re just ‘really wonwoo, really. Its one in the morning shut up and go to sleep’
  • you two never really wanted to force the meeting, you both believed that it would happen at the right time
  • and it did
  • you walk into a nearby bookstore bc you keep bugging wonwoo about one of the books he read but he won’t tell you the title bc he thinks its funny that way
  • but lucky for you, you remember a paragraph from the book and from your online research you were able to snag the title
  • so you’re in the bookstore like ‘sucks for you wonwoo, i’m going to get my hands on the book’
  • wonwoo is just laughing in his head and you really want to meet him so you can hit him
  • you walk into the aisle of the book and you see this really cute guy standing in the aisle too and he’s holding a book while smiling to himself and you just think to yourself ‘cute guy’
  • wonwoo: WHAT CUTE GUY
  • so you’re standing at the spot where the book is and
  • oh no
  • it’s too high up for you to reach
  • and you’re cursing at him in your head ‘fuck you wonwoo, it’s so high up and i can’t reach the book’
  • now he’s laughing even more and suddenly the guy in the aisle is also laughing 
  • and you’re kinda ‘that’s weird’
  • so you read the title of the book he’s holding and now wonwoo is like
  • ‘wtf how do you know what i’m holding’
  • and you two look at each other and there’s this really big realisation and you two literally shout at each other
  • also wonwoo is teasing you a lot right now bc you actually called him the cute guy from before and this time you really get to hit him
  • unlike a lot of other soulmates that are awkward on the first meeting, you two hit it off really well since you two have talked for years
  • the first date you two have is just a really casual one to a book turned movie and as you’re leaving, you and wonwoo are arguing about which was better: the book or the movie
  • as much as wonwoo doesn’t want to admit, he finds you really really cute
  • ‘i heard that wonwoo’
  • ‘sToP ReAdiNg mY ThOuGhTs’
  • the first time wonwoo told you he loved you was when he was sitting on his bed, watching you in the bathroom as you were brushing your teeth and you looked up into the mirror where you smiled and almost spit out the toothpaste foam because wonwoo was staring at you
  • ‘what’ you’d ask him in your head
  • ‘i love you’ wonwoo answers quietly
  • and now wonwoo becomes this type that doesn’t say he loves you outloud so he’s always saying it in his head to you
  • and you love it bc it just feels like a secret between the two of you
  • once said ‘soonyoung accidentally kissed seokmin which is why they’re far apart’
  • and you started laughing in soonyoung’s face and kept apologizing bc soonyoung just KNOWS wonwoo told you
  • anyways soulmate wonwoo is a really cute and weird person who loves you with his whole heart, and he spends his days talking to you bc he just misses you and he even remembers your favorite paragraphs from books so he can make you happy randomly in the day.
Title: Dark Chocolate

Title: Dark Chocolate
Type: Slight angst, SecretAdmirer!Jaehyun
Characters: Reader X Jaehyun (ft. Johnny)
Word Count: 2,022

A/N: I don’t even know why I wrote this but please enjoy loves!

Summary: It’s definitely not your fault that you’re allergic to chocolates. But the problem is, he doesn’t know about it at all.


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Put Money Where Your Mouth Is (M)

Originally posted by buylosecontrol-moved


Jongin x You (ft. Jongdae)
Summary -
 Your friend Jongdae drags you to a casino, where you pique the interest of the most feared lucky bastard in the entire country.
A/N - Yeah.. just enjoy it. Want to thank my friend for doing the smut part (<3 amy).


Casinos have never been your thing. That’s why it took your friends a lot of convincing for you to join them. It’s not that you didn’t like gambling. In fact, you really enjoyed watching people go rich or go broke but testing your own luck was just a lost cause in your case.

“I don’t wanna go because I suck.” you rolled your eyes when one of your close friends was standing in front of your house, “I’m pretty sure I have told you countless times before, Jongdae.”

He groaned in frustration, “Once, come us with just this one time. Play one game, I swear you’ll think it’s fun!” He clasped his hands together and whined. Giving his best cute face. “Besides… what’s not fun about watching me win money? I’m on a streak!”

“First of all, you know I’m pretty much the goddess of misfortune so why would I play when knowing I’m going to lose my money? Second, you’re a cocky asshole.” You smiled. He has been going on about being a good gambler for a while now, and yes, he has won a ton of money ever since he started but that doesn’t mean it’s meant for everyone.

You hate it that your friends have become regulars at casino’s and you can’t join them. You don’t have the need to get addicted to something that is clearly not put away for you. In all honesty, you call yourself lucky if you don’t have a coffee stained shirt when you arrive at work.

“Fine, while you are going to watch Netflix in your sweats I’m going to become rich..” He crosses his arms and huffs in frustration when you stare at him with little interest. “I’ll be going..” he takes slowly takes a step away from you, hoping to still be able to tempt you. “I’m reaaally going..”

“Goodbye. Good luck.” You wave to bid your farewell.

Jongdae whines again. If you haven’t caught on; he does this quite a lot. “The least you could do is hug me after rejecting me!”

Oh god, talk about needy.

You roll your eyes for maybe the tenth time this day and close the space between you and your friend. You are ready to let go but Jongdae, as the stubborn little bastard he is, has other plans. He crushes you into his hug and lifts you up so you can’t escape. You can’t move out of his embrace because of shock and the fact that he started working out made him a lot stronger.

Then you hear it. A click. That smirk on his face confirms your suspicion. “You locked me out!”

“Now you have no other choice but to come along!” He seems to enjoy this whole thing very much.

“What the hell, Kim Jongdae?! You locked me out! What am I supposed to do now?!” You scream. It’s too late to ask your landlord for a spare key, you will be locked out of your apartment until next morning. Thanks, Jongdae.

He grabs your arm and drags you outside, “Oh boohoo, seems like you have nowhere to go~ you can stay at my place! I’ll be your savior!”

“Are you being funny? It’s because of you that I’m locked out! How am I supposed to even go to a casino?! I’m not even wearing any shoes!” You are fuming. Only Kim Jongdae can pull something like this.

“I have everything you need!”

So there you are. In a, quite fancy, casino wearing shoes that are way too big because you had to borrow Jongdae’s soccer shoes.

Your blue socks with polka dots are sticking out, you feel very self-conscious about your track shorts. Plus, you have gotten quite some unwanted looks for wearing a university tee.

You look stupid. Very stupid.

A few snickers of neatly dressed women passed by. “I hate my life,” you whined as you lowered your head in shame.

“Geez, stop moaning. Minseok is coming as soon as he can. I’m sorry for what I did but hey I’m paying for drinks tonight, okay?” He pats your back.

You raise an eyebrow. “Well, first of all, I don’t have any money on me since you pulled me out of my apartment and then locked the door. Second, you’re not sorry.”

“I totally am not.” Kim Jongdae is officially the devil.

You notice everyone staring at you. Especially this man on the other side of the bar seems to be enjoying the embarrassing sight.

He enjoys it so much that he isn’t even paying any attention to the girls flocking around him. He looks rich and hot so it’s not really such a surprise that he has many followers.

Maybe you’d make a shot if you weren’t dressed so ridiculous.

If only you could leave this place.

“I’m here!” You see Minseok, your lifesaver, with clothing in a plastic bag and extends his arm out to you so you can take it. You assume it’s your dress.

“I really want to ask why you own a dress, but I feel like I’ll regret it. Thank you anyway.” You take the bag and open it. It’s a black dress.

He laughs. “It’s my little sisters’ and please keep it. I hate it when she wears it. She’s at that age, you know? Boys and stuff.”

You quickly get into the restroom to change and you can definitely understand why he hates this dress on his little sister. The v cut of the dress is extremely low and the stretchy fabric makes the dress form fitting. Hugging and accentuating your body shape, but also making it look curvier.

It’s kinda sad that when you look down you still see those sneakers with mismatching polka dot socks but whatever. At least you don’t look like you came here in your pajamas.

All the women here are wearing beautiful dresses paired with Jimmy Choo’s or some shoe brand you can’t afford.

“Damn,” you hear Jongdae a curse and Minseok coughs.

And like this began your first time at a casino. The first hour you spent sticking to the bar, determined to drink until Kim Jongdae is broke. But in the end, you got dragged to the tables anyway.

“Miss, are you going to pick a number or not?” You don’t even notice that you have been standing there for that long, thinking about a number.

“It’s her first time at a casino,” Minseok explains to the impatient dealer.

It’s so hard. There are too many numbers.

“Yeah, well. Minseok and I are going to try our luck at the slot machines. We’re giving you a hundred bucks okay? Don’t use all of it immediately. Also, you know how to exchange them for chips, right?”

“We?!” Minseok, not quite happy that Jongdae is dragging him in.

Even though Minseok is Jongdae’s hyung he doesn’t really seem to care and places a hand over his mouth while dragging him away.

Now you are left with the roulette table. Well, and the impatient dealer but whatever. Are you going for 7? The lucky number? Or should you go with your birthday…

“Place everything on 13.” Someone whispers softly into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You look to your right and you see that handsome guy from back when you were sitting at the bar. He seems to have ditched his fans.

You kind of mumble in the surprise of him talking to you. He subtly places a hand on your hip. “Isn’t that an unlucky number?” You ask.

He laughs, and man does it sound cute. Never in your life did you expect someone to look like a million dollar playboy, which for all you know he might be. He is wearing this dark maroon colored suit with a dark dress shirt. His hair is styled back and he has a shiny Rolex watch around his wrist. “Just trust me.”

Should you listen to him? The payoff is 35-1 and you have nothing to lose. That would mean that if he is right you’ll win 35 times what you have bet on it..

“Trust me.” He eggs you on and you do feel a bit of pressure. You barely know the guy. For all you know he could work here and is now trying to make you lose your money. “What about this? If you lose.. I’ll give you your hundred back.”

If that’s true..

“And if you win.. I’ll take you out..” he moves your hair away and his lips trace your ear gently.

“Straight bet on 13, please.”

You don’t know what or why but somehow he has you in the palm of his hands.

The dealer is definitely making fun of you as you are about to waste a lot of money on one number and the guy who told you to go for 13 is gone. However you don’t even notice, all you are focused on is the ball after the dealer spins it.

And it lands on..

..13

An indescribable feeling of joy washes over you. You actually won money! No way. You have never been this lucky ever in your life before. The dealer pays you out in chips and you went from 100 bucks to 3500!

You run to Minseok and Jongdae as soon as you can to tell them the news and to give them their money back. “I can’t believe it! I thought you were going to just flush my money down the toilet but you actually won a shit ton!”

“I got help.” The two boys stare at each other.

“From who?” Minseok asks.

You turn around to scan the crowd in order to find his face. One of the tables looks to he unusually crowded compared to the other tables, full of cheers and howling. While motioning the two to follow, you head over to the table.

Just like you thought, it’s that guy that everyone is making a fuss over. Once again he is surrounded by females and men are almost kissing his feet.

“That guy,” you point to the same maroon suited man that helped you earlier.

Minseok slaps Jongdae in excitement and you don’t understand why. The older boy holds a hand in front of his hand while the other is on his hip. “Do you even know who that is?”

Jongdae hisses in annoyance, “Don’t overhype the guy he is already over appreciated and I’m sure he is just a big hustler.” He says to his hyung but Minseok ignores him.

“That is Kim Jongin. Kim Jong-freaking-in!” Minseok tells and Jongdae rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “He is a master in gambling - no! A god. I’ve never seen that guy lose, like casino’s hate him. And he helped you! Oh my god!”

“Calm down, hyung.” Jongdae pushed him off of him. “He is a total fraud, a hustler. I can see it on his face. All of his opponents are just too busy with ogling at his face to notice it. He’s just trying to get into your pants.” Jongdae warns you.

“Woah, is someone jealous?” You poke in his side and he hisses in annoyance.

He steps away so your finger doesn’t reach him anymore and glares at the one he was badmouthing. “I bet I could win from him if he played fair.”

“Okay, okay. You’re a really really tough guy.” Minseok mocked him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “But let’s face it. You against him? Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

Jongdae shrugged it off, clearly not happy with the little confidence his friends had in him. “I’ll prove it. Watch me.”

And then he did something both you and Minseok were very shocked to see.

A furious Kim Jongdae stepped with his not-so-tall frame to the infamous King of Gambling with great confidence. He then slammed his hand on the table in front of him for everyone to see.

The Jongin guy looked up when he noticed everyone becoming silent, even the girls who gave him consistent attention stopped for a second to see what was going on.

Oh god no..

“You against me. Whatever game you prefer.” He said after the whole room went silent. Only he wasn’t as cool and manly as he thought. His plan turned out different than he had in mind.

Because Jongin started to stare the boy up and down with a laugh stifled. He was able to keep it in, but when he scanned him again he couldn’t help but cackle a loud laughter. Leading the people around to follow his laughing. “Sorry, kid. I only play with the big boys.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? I bet I’m even older than you. Just because your suit is Prada or whatever doesn’t mean you’re better than I am.” Jongdae spat back at him. He is quite well known as the one who can’t take a joke in your circle.

“Woah, woa.. we don’t want any trouble.” Jongin raises his hands as if he were protecting himself from Jongdae, but everyone could hear exaggeration in his voice. He was mocking him, and you didn’t feel like this was going to end well for your friend. “Fine, if you really want to play with me. My only condition is that you play with chips no lower than 50 dollars.”

Once again everyone started cackling. They were mocking him, knowing he would never be able to bet that much money. He was wearing his worn out black skinny jeans and a big red hoodie, that didn’t scream ‘Ferrari owner’, or anything like that, at all.

You had to step in. Not only because this was extremely embarrassing but also because he was your friend, and you had to help him when he makes himself look like a total fool. “Come on, Dae. It’s not worth it. Let’s just go home.”

“But that bastard is making fun of me,” he gritted his teeth, “I want to punch him in the face!”

Rolling your eyes, you tugged on his arm in an attempt to get him to leave.

“Wait!”

The tree of you turned around when a voice called you, only to see that Jongin guy calling you. “Big two. We’ll play big two.”

Jongdae knitted his eyebrows in confusion, “I don’t have the money-”

“No need,” he wore a smug look on his face.

The three of you exchanged looks. What did this guy have in mind? Was he going to make you look even more like losers? “What made you change your mind?” Jongdae asks as he slides into one of the chairs without negotiating, and Jongin waves over someone to give him a deck of cards.

“I know something you can bet instead of money,” Jongin whispered for only Jongdae to hear.

Jongdae became a little suspicious. “What..?”

“Your girl.”

People started murmuring. The girl in pajamas and oversized shoes? Really?

Jongdae followed to where Jongin was pointing his finger. It was directed to you, who was very busy talking and huffing with Minseok. This was a bad idea, so he quickly shook his head. “First of all, she isn’t ‘my girl’. She would kill me if anyone referred to her like that and she’d hear. Second, I can’t do that. That’s my friend, besides.. the whole ‘women’s right’ is very active so I’d rather not bet a woman.”

Jongin leaned back in his chair. “Are you sure?” He shoved a whole tower casino chips his way. Jongdae’s eyes dilated in awe. Were those really poker chips of 5000 dollars?! “Just one night.”

You’ll be so mad at him..

The man across from him dangled a pair of keys right in front of his face, then dropped them without much care. Jongdae swallowed, this was so tough for him. There’s a tower of poker chips that could pay off his student loan debt, and there’s a key of a Maserati lying right before his eyes.

“Okay..” he hesitated but agreed, “on the condition that you remove that blazer. I know you got stuff up your sleeve.”

Jongin raised his eyebrows and his mouth pursed, “I feel insulted, but as you please. Well then, follow me.”

You watch the both of them walk to a more secluded place. It’s an odd sight seeing that man in suit and Jongdae in his skinny jeans competing. Suddenly you hear them call for you and Minseok. “What are you two waiting for? You play this with four.”

A few minutes later you’re facing all the man and next to you are your two friends. You have quite decent cards. Two aces.. three sixes and a clover two. Also, you are the one to start the game. You hold the lowest four, so you dump it together as a flush. The game continues and Jongdae and Minseok seemed to get rid of five cards as well, only Jongin passed.

I have two cards left, a King and a 10. Not bad but considering all of them are throwing doubles, I can’t continue. Jongdae throws a smug look and I can see why. Two aces.. I wish I had mine left, I could have overthrown him. Jongin chuckles but I wonder why. He has 7 cards left, Minseok has 3 like Jongdae. Jongin places two two’s down and everyone gasps. Bold move. Quite risky.

However, he had it all planned out because no one can overthrow him and all of a sudden he pulls a flush out that he didn’t take out the first round.

He won.

“Shit. Jongdae, did you just lose all your money?” I ask him and he looks up from his lap, guilt displays in his eyes.

He seems hesitant. “I-I’m sorry but I.. I..”

“What?” I ask in confusion.

“Oh no. Jongdae, what the hell did you do?” Minseok asks him, trying hard not to get violent - knowing his friend messed up.

“I didn’t bet with money.”

Minseok looks at me and I look him back at him in the eye. We turn to Jongdae at the same time, searching for answers when I feel a hand on my shoulder.

I turn around and its that Jongin guy.

“Are you ready?” He asks me.

And suddenly it all clicks together. He sold me. Kim Jongdae used me.

I can’t even kill Jongdae as I get pulled away. Two large men are close behind me as I follow Jongin to another room upstairs. He must be staying at the hotel above.

A nervous chill shoots through my body. I don’t want this. Don’t I get a say in this? What is going to happen to me?

A large door opens and my eyes almost fall out of my casket. Never have I ever seen a suite so beautiful, it looks as if royalty lives here. I make a turn to take everything in and the door shuts with a loud bang.

I feel hands on my shoulders and I know it is Jongin as he whispers into my ear. “I know you are nervous and worried but I will have you for tonight only.”

I turn around and he smiles in a gentle manner, nothing like the man back down at the casino. This man is.. different. Not out for money… but for something else.

“I won’t do anything you don’t want to do.” He assures me, but the way he talks and looks at me makes me melt right into his arms.

His voice is alluring yet sweet. “I..” With a slick touch, he moves my hair from my face.

“You are so beautiful.” He says and I snort. He looks at me like I did something weird and starts laughing too. “What’s so funny?”

He really doesn’t know? He had beautiful women surrounding him just a couple of minutes ago. Women with makeup, high heels and designer dresses.

Yet he chose the worst dressed person to spend his time with. And he thinks you’re beautiful like this?

“Have you seen me?” I ask him and though I am laughing he doesn’t laugh along.

“I am, right now.” He replies.

“I look hideous like this, yet you want me?” I pull the ugly fabric I am wearing and look up at him. I probably have a pimple above my eyebrow, I look like a hobo and my friend was rude to him. What in the world would make him want me? “You should have picked one of those models.”

He shakes his head. “What I see is beyond superficialness. I like you for what is under your clothes and foundation.”

“What is it exactly that you like?” I ask him.

“Your body. You.” He then leans in and I am overwhelmed by such a passionate and breathtaking kiss. His lips and soft and fine against mine. My body feels like it’s under heath when he touches me more and more.

I don’t even notice he has been leading me to the bed until my legs hit the bed.

“Can I?” He asks between the kissed while tugging my shirt. I nod too eagerly and he chuckles.

My clothing is long gone and so is his shirt. I am only in lingerie and he steps back to look me up and down. “Fuck.” He curses.

The undressing slash make-out session continues when I am pulled onto the bed. His fingers dance up my thigh as I feel his bulge press into my other leg.

My breath hitches as his fingers slip into my folds and spread the wetness for better access. He slips in a finger slowly while his thumb is softly flickering my clit. I break the kiss and close my eyes to preserve the moment. This feels incredible.

He moves away from me and sits up straight, then undoes his belt and with one hard pull he removes his belt. Then he does something I did not expect. I was too focused on his caramel muscles flexing that I didn’t notice him strapping my wrists. A 500 dollar Valetino belt.. just like that.

Then he moves into his pocket. I expected him to pull out a condom of some sort but instead its a wad of money. “Open your mouth.” He commands, and I comply. The wad of money is being pressed right between my teeth and I look at him. “Holy shit. What a sight.”

He quickly removes his pants and moves back up on me. His lips trace the lines of my body and his lips slowly and dangerously near my private area. He bites my hip one time before digging into my most desperate body part. The lewd sounds turn me on when he sucks slowly and licks gently. I can’t keep my eyes open to see his mop of hair between my lips, giving me joyful pleasure.

My entire body feels paralyzed by the blissful feeling. My shaking thighs, loud screams and arching back tell him I am drawing close.

So he stops.

Leaving me unsatisfied.

He flips me over and puts his hands on my hips, lifting my ass up in the air. “Ready?” He bends over me and asks me in my ear. I nod and he smiles. “Oh. So bad.”

His hands are on my hips again and he aligns himself. His boxer is long gone and I feel him slip inside of me very very slowly. It’s almost painful how bad he is trying to tease me.

With every thrust, he cranks up the speed until he has me screaming from how erratic he is going. If he keeps his up I’m going to pass out. “Fuck, yes.” He curses. “How can you be so fucking wet?!”

He gives one very deep thrust and I gasp. He notices how much I like it and does it again.

“You like that?” He smiles.

I nod shamelessly. And he does it again. My heart is going erratic from this.

“Close?” He asks and I nod. My legs are going to give any moment. “Me too, sexy.”

A few moments later he comes in spurs and pulls out of me slowly. My vagina is leaking his and mine combined liquid and I can feel it between my thighs as we both lie down after that intense session. He removes the belt and the money he throws it out, sending it flying over the room. Then kisses me again.

“Goodnight.” And you fall asleep.

The next day, he was gone.

And so was the room you were in.

A/N: Haven’t updated in forever so I decided to finish this old thing I had in my drafts!

as I’ve been gently descending into real hockey hell lately, I came across the anecdote that a certain famous rl candian hockey forward used to go to local pick up games, but he was so good that they made him play goalie so that the opposing team would have a chance.

when you combine this with my headcanon (for my bitty-navigates-his-early-20′s fic that i may or may not ever write) that bitty joins a local beer league after he moves to Providence….you get…

Bitty is thrilled when he discovers a local rec league in Providence. He’s missed being out on the ice and it sounds like a great way to make some friends. Even better, there’s no checking allowed. He signs up right away.

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What am I to you? PART 1

You and Jooheon where best friends since birth and did everything together. But after finding new friends at college, he suddenly changed and ignored you from now on. What happened with him? What did you do? 

+ MATURE CONTENT IN THE SECOND PART + Genre: Angst, Mentioning of rape


Originally posted by big-booty-potato

Jooheon was always your best friend. 

You knew each other since birth and grew up together. You attended kindergarten together, middle school, high school and after all that finally College. 

Jooheon had this talent to always brighten your day, to put a smile on your face even in your worst times like the first break up. He was like your boyfriend because you did everything together: study, party, vacation, he even bought you lady products. He was perfect in every way! 

In high school you formed a clique with a few other boys and they loved you like a sister and you loved them as well. 

But Jooheon was your favourite. Always was, always would be. 


Everyone on the whole campus knew that you and him were Besties and nobody doubt it. Even your professors called you the dream team.

But after a while he got strange and began to party without you and after a while even without the boys. You asked several times what’s wrong but he got annoyed and ignored you after that. 

“Oppa, I don’t know what’s wrong with him… he won’t talk with me…” you sighed when you were sitting in a small café with Wonho. 

“Yeah, he changed… He even skipped some classes.” 

“What?!” you raised your eyebrows. The Jooheon you knew would never do that! He was a great student with even better grades. 

“Hm-hm…” hummed Wonho and bit into is blueberry muffin. “But don’t worry too much, Y/N. I will talk to him and who knows, maybe it’s because of this guys he’s hanging out with.” 

“What guys?” you questioned and looked around. 

“I don’t know them very well but let’s say they’re not the professors fave. Got caught with several drugs and they party really, really hard. Like, for days. The don’t give a fuck about college or their grades.” Wonho twiched with his shoulders.

 “Are those in a fraternity?”

“Yes. Kappa Alpha or some shit. Not sure.”

“Oh god…” you sighed. You were worried, to say the least. What if Jooheon get’s in touch with drugs? He wouldn’t do something stupid, you knew him! Or did you? 

“Hey…” Wonhos voice was soft and he caressed your hand. “Don’t worry, little one.” Just in this moment a bunch of people walked into the café. A few guys and two girls. 
And Jooheon. 

They laughed really loud and you saw Jooheons smile between all of them when his eyes suddenly caught you and Wonho. His smile faded and his jaw clenched. First you asked yourself what was wrong with him but then you realised the scenario he must saw:
You and Wonho were sitting on a small table in the corner of the room and he held your hand. 

Wonho followed your sight and let go of your hand.

“Oh…” he muttered quietly.  

You stood up and wanted to talk to Jooheon, explain the whole situation but he stormed out of the café before you could reach him. Shit

“Hey.” a deep voice mumbled behind you. When you turned around you saw in the face of a good looking guy who was very big and he smirked a little bit. 
“You’re Jooheonies lil kitten, aren’t you?” 

“Or his puppy because she fucking follows him everywhere.” a blonde girl said. All of them 
laughed and you could feel the heat burning in your cheeks. 

“I-I’m not…” you began but then felt Wonho’s hand on the small of your back. 

“Let’s go, Y/N.” He led you to the door and just when you walked out, you could hear the deep voice again: 

“Today’s a party. How about you join us, Kitten?”

 -  


“Oh c'mon, Y/N! Are you serious? You attend that party?! Are you insane?!”
Changkyun and Wonho sat on your bed and watched you getting ready.

 “I must look for Jooheon.” you explained and checked your Make Up in the mirror again. 

“Yeah but they’re fucking crazy! They’re doing drugs, fuck with everyone who got two legs and they doing bullshit after midnight.” Changkyun sounded like you were totally crazy. And maybe you were… 

“Don’t waste your breath… She won’t hear at you.” sighed Wonho and watched you worried. 

“He’s right. I’m going.”

“You’re crazy…” Changkyun rolled with his eyes.

-

You arrived the fraternity house and felt very very uncomfortable. The first ones where laying in the grass and a few others already puked all the alcohol the just consumed… Disgusting. 
This wasn’t your life, and it wasn’t Jooheon’s
life either.

 In the house where a huge amount of people and Changkyun were right: 
They’re where people having sex on the couch or the floor, the where a few others who smoked or took white pills and they where some of them sitting on the sofa and just chilling with a drink in their hands. 

What the actual fucking fuck. 

“Hey Kitten. We are here!”

You remembered the deep voice and turned your head. The guy from before sat on a big sofa and his clique sat beside him. And Jooheon. He was kissing a girl. The blonde girl who called you out in the café before. What the…?

 “Come sit with us…” the guy hummed and patted his lap. 

“No thanks, I just wanted to look for Jooheon.” you explained shy. You didn’t like the look the other guys gave you. Fucking perverted and gross… 

“Oh, look Jooheon. Your mommy is here again.” the blonde girl laughed and Jooheon looked into your eyes. 

“What do you want here?” he asked and his arm was laying on the blonde girl shoulders. It was the first time in a few days that he talked to you again. 

“I… I j-just…” you couldn’t form a sentence. Why where you here? He clearly didn’t wanted you here!  

“Where’s Wonho?” he spat and you felt the tears form in your eyes. 

“Forget it.” you mumbled and walked as fast as you could.

This was a dumb idea and you had to go. You had lost your best friend and didn’t even know why.  

“Not so fast, Kitten.” you heard behind you and felt a hand on your arm.

 “Don’t touch me! And don’t call me Kitten. Let go!” You screamed but he didn’t even listen to you and truth to be told, nobody heard your screams because everyone was screaming and the music banged to the max.

“I know what you need… Just let me fix it…” you heard the deep voice beside your ear and felt that he dragged you into another room. 
Shit shit shit

You wanted to cry and puke and scream but he held his hand over your mouth and then pushed you against a bed. 

“Jooheon doesn’t know what he’s missing but I’ll tell him after I fucked you into the matress, Kitten. Just relax and enjoy.” The smirk on his face unleashed a shiver of fear over your body. 

This guy would rape you in the next ten minutes and you couldn’t just do anything about it. He was too strong and big. 
You did the first thing that came in your mind and pushed him of you and finally screamed the only name that came to your mind in this moment: 

“JOOHEON!” 

That moment where He tian put his head on Mo had me sobbing. Because he didn’t look up due to fear of mo rejecting him. Everybody, tries to make He tian like he is this big scary guy but inside there this guy who doesn’t know how to tell the person he likes that he loves him. He tian, would rather get hurt than let others hurt mo. He would rather do stupid shit, than say the he loves mo for fear of making him run away.

Mike Wheeler || Dungeons & Dragons

A/N: This is my first Stranger Things imagine! I am now accepting Stranger Things request so feel free to send them in and I hope everyone enjoys!

“What the hell are they doing?” Nancy muttered out angrily as she slammed her book on the bed. Loud slams of doors, yells, and stomping of feet came from the room below Nancy’s, signaling that her brother and his friends were home. “When you were Mike’s age, we were just as bad.” Her eyes rolled at that, “ok, but not all the time like they are. Plus, you’re a only a year older than them and you’re not as rambunctious as they are.”

“That’s because I hang out with an older crowd, Nancy, skipping grades does that. I’ve always had you and Barb as friends,” both of your faces fell at the mention of Barb’s name. It was always hard to talk about her, especially once you learned the truth of what happened to her. You quickly moved to change the subject off of late your friend, “I mean, the only time I interact with kids my age is when your brother and his friends are here.” You teased as you uncrossed your legs, “they are just having fun. I mean, we are all really mature for our age.”

Nancy rolled her eyes, “you’re just saying that because you like Mike… which is still gross by the way.” You scoffed, “you’re just biased since he’s your brother.”

Silence fell over the two of you as you both turned your attention turned back to your books to jot down notes, “plus, Nancy,” she shifted her gaze to you, your eyes never left your book, “there’s nothing saying he likes me, so no need to worry.”

Nancy shook her head with a smirk, “whatever you say, Y/N.” Before you could get your teasing remark out, a knock at the door cut you off as the both of you turned to look, “yeah?”

The door opened and Mike’s head peeked in, “just wanted to let you know that we have pizza downstairs… if you want any.” His eyes darted around the room nervously, “no-“

“Sure, thanks Mike!” You cut Nancy off, she shot you a glare, “I’m not turning down free pizza, Nance, and a break would be nice. Lighten up, I’ll bring you a piece.” You quickly climbed off the bed and Mike opened the door up for you before he followed you downstairs.

“So, are you two studying for a test?” Mike started as he walked beside you down the stairs, “yeah, it’s for chemistry tomorrow.” You shot the other boys a smile as you entered the dining room, “hey, guys!”

“Hey, Y/N!” Despite how Nancy held the ‘I’m the big sister, don’t talk to me,’ phase, you would talk to the boys whenever you saw them. It just did not seem right to treat them as if they were below you since you skipped grades, “what are you guys up to?”

“Getting ready for another campaign,” Dustin’s voice was muffled from the pizza as he grinned at you. “Dungeons and Dragons.” Lucas illiterates for you, his shook his head at Dustin, “mouth closed, dude.”

“You can join, if you want.” Mike spoke up, his face lit up with a smile, “wish I could, but I’m studying with Nance.” His face dropped at that, “but I’ll definitely come down after and watch.”

A smile rose back to his face and he shifted his weight, “Sounds-sounds great.”

With a smile, you grabbed two slices of pizza, “thanks for the pizza, Mike. I’ll see you guys in a few!” You gave a soft wave as you made your way upstairs, “dude, your whipped as shit,” Dustin’s voice broke through before you could close the door, your cheeks burned and Nancy raised an eyebrow, “what happened down there?”

You placed her slice of pizza in front of her as you sat down and crossed your legs Indian style, “nothing. The boys just asked if I wanted to join them for a game after we finished studying.”

Nancy hummed as she took a bite of her pizza, “are you going to?” With a slight nod, you opened your book, lightly chewing, “yeah, probably.”

“If Dustin thinks Mike’s whipped, he should see you.” Her tone was teasing, your eyes snapped up, “oh, my God. Nancy stop.” She laughed as your blush returned, “what? It’s so true!”

With a huff, you threw yourself back on the bed as you stared up at the ceiling, “you’re never going to let this go.”

“Probably not.” She had a grin on her face as she the two of you finished up the chapter. Stretching your back, you lifted your hands over your head, “you should come with, the boys aren’t that bad.”

The phone ringing cut off her answer, “I’m good, thanks though.”

She answered the phone and her face immediately lit up, quickly you gathered your books and shot her a look, “see you tomorrow, Nance!”

“See you tomorrow!” As you were closing the door she called out, “hey, remember we are meeting before school to study!”

“I got it, I got it.” You laughed as you closed the door and made your way downstairs, “hey, Mrs. Wheeler. Hey, Holly.” You grinned as you passed by and waved at Holly, “hey, Y/N. Are you two already finished studying?”

“We are, but we are going to meet in the morning and go over anything we may have missed.”

You held a short conversation with Mrs. Wheeler before you excused yourself to the basement. You could hear the boys talking excitedly about the game. “Y/N, your done sooner than expected.” Will’s voice made everyone turn to the stairs as you hopped off the last step and sat next to Mike, “yeah, we figured we’d call it a night.”

“I heard the phone ring, I bet it’s Steve.” Lucas teased as he elbowed Dustin.

“Do you want to join?” Will turned his attention back to you, “no, I’m just going to watch. I don’t really know how to play.”

“You can help me,” Mike shot you a smile and pushed the book he was holding towards you and you grabbed the edge of the book. His shoulder pressed against yours and his free hand followed the words as he read out loud. You watched the emotion his face held and listened to the excitement in his voice as he read. Every once in a while, Mike’s eyes would land on you and he would give you a smile and you could feel his leg bounce against yours.

After a few hours the game came to an end, “man, we better go.” Lucas said as he glanced at his watch. Will and Dustin silently agreed as they packed up the game then their belongings, “see ya tomorrow, Mike. See ya later, Y/N.” They called as they climbed on their bikes and took off. You made your way to your bike and picked it up as you turned back to Mike, “thank you for inviting me to watch the game. I had fun.”

“No problem, maybe next time we can teach you a little more so you can play.” Mike rubbed the back of his neck, “sounds great.” You smiled softly, “I, uh, I better go. I’ll see you later, Mike.”

You pushed off and rode to the end of the driveway, “wait!” You turned to see Mike running up to you, “if you want, we are meeting up after school at the arcade, if you wanna come.”

You leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his cheek, “I’ll be sure to swing by.” He blushed, his eyes watching as you rode off with a goodbye loud enough for him to hear. Tonight had been a fortunate turn of events.

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heya, some more of Father Abner, it feels a bit weird being on a small mood of drawing him on his human form, I like that form but of course I love him more as his huge pyramid eyed head form! tho, I feel a weird enjoyment when I translate his expressions to a human face, some are very direct while others can vary

the other big guy on this pic is this Sun character from @owlygem, I have been wnating to doodle him becuase he reminds me of Abner for also being anoher sun with a dad-ish attitude!

PATREON//COMMISSIONS//GUMROAD//SHOPS 1 - 2

"Oh, Shit." (Paul Lahote)

I was sitting on a water beat log at First Beach, trying to force myself to the homework I had put off to the last minute… again.

There were a group of people having what seemed to be a get together of some sorts. They had food, a few of them were throwing a football around, another was running after a little girl who insisted that the ocean was just a ‘big swimming pool’.

It was cute and the whole scene was heart warming, don’t get me wrong… but they were loud as hell.

How was I supposed to procrastinate with all this noise?

I spent the next few minutes trying to convince myself that the trigonometry in front of me wasn’t even that hard but I kept get interrupted by the football that kept landing only feet away from me.

There was a youngish looking boy who always retrieved the ball and would apologize.

“My friend over there just has a really strong arm. It won’t happen again. Sorry!” he said, the first time.

But it happened again.

And again.

And again.

Each time the youngish boy, Seth I learned, would apologize.

I didn’t want to get in the way of anyone’s fun, so I decided to leave. Hell, I wasn’t getting anything done anyways.

I got up from the log, put on my jacket and was picking up my Trig book/book from hell. I was just turning around when I a big ass, hard ass, brown thing hit me straight in the forehead.

“Oh shit.” I heard someone say as my ass hit the ground.

A few seconds later the two guys that were throwing the ball, were towering over me.

“Shit, I’m so sorry! I swear I didn’t mean to. Seth was supposed to catch it!” the older one said, smacking Seth in the shoulder.

“Don’t you think we should be making sure you didn’t give the poor girl a concussion?!” Seth asked.

“Can you stand?” the older one asked.

“Yeah, sure.” I said, using the extended hands to help me.

I opened my eyes a little bit wider and the whole Beach was spinning.

“How many fingers am I holding up?What’s your name?” Seth asked.

“Really, Seth?” the older one asked

“What!? I saw it in a movie!” Seth countered.

“Two and Y/N Seth and I’m fine you guys. I might have a big ass bruise on my head but I’m fine.” I said, looking at Seth and then to the other one.

The way that this guy looked at me, I knew that the bruise was already forming. He wouldn’t take his eyes of me.

“Shit, is it that bad?” I laughed nervously.

“No! No!” the boy soon recovered, “I was just, uhhhhh-, ummm-,” the boy stuttered.

Damn, I must look worse than I thought, the boy can’t even form words.

“Paul here was just making sure you were really alright. Isn’t that right, Paul?” asked Seth.

Paul quickly recovered and nodded his head in agreement.

“Maybe you should stay here a little bit longer? I just wouldn’t want you to get out on the road and get hurt, you know?” Paul offered.

“You could come sit with the rest of us.” he said, after seeing my hesitation.

I nodded my head and let them lead me toward the group.

“I’m glad you’re staying. You’ll be glad you did.” Paul said, giving me a smile.

For some reason, I didn’t think our first encounter was going to be our last. I was going to be seeing a lot more of Paul and boy was I ready.

accidents// sidemen

request: during the Charity Match you get injured during the pitch invasion which makes all the boys upset/angry because people did this to you and no one told them until they see you on the bus.

sorry this is so short and shit x

requests are open!

love you all xo


It was an accident, nobody meant to intentionally hurt you and you were fine other than a few cuts and bruises. However, you knew none of this would calm anybody down when they saw the state you were in. It looked a lot worse than it was, which obviously didn’t help.

The day had been going great all in all apart from the odd pitch invader and injuries, towards the end of the match you were practically stood on your seat cheering for the Vikk to score as you knew how much he wanted it and you got a lump in your throat anytime the boys attempted to set a goal up for him. But just when it was all nearly over, hundreds of kids ran down and onto the pitch.

You watched in disappointment as the boys were quickly ushered off, knowing that a pitch invasion was the last thing they wanted to happen and you were desperate to give each of them a hug. Just as you were about to head up to the friends and family area, a teenage boy jumped over the seats behind you which caused you to fall to the ground and bang your head off of the seat in front of you.

The pain was overwhelming and it forced you to stay lying on the floor, you had come alone due to the fact you bought your ticket after everyone else as you wasn’t just whether you could come. It was supposed to be a surprise for the boys and you had been so excited to see their faces.

A woman behind you hurriedly came over to you, checking you over and panicking when she noticed that there was a large cut on your forehead. “Oh, honey, I’ll take you to first aid!” The short, blonde yelled and you instantly noticed that she had an Irish accent.

Catherine, the Irish woman, helped you walked you to the first aiders and refused to leave your side until you was allowed to leave. She even offered to drive you home but you politely refused, you were intending to call one of the boys and squeeze onto the bus with all of them.

You rang the last member of the Sidemen who was in your recent calls, which happened to be Josh; the absolute hero of the day in your eyes. “Hey, (Y/N), did you watch the livestream?” He instantly asked when he answered.

“Erm… No, actually, I watched it from the stands,” you said hesitantly, “is there any chance I can get a ride on the bus?”

“You were here?! Oh my days, guys, (Y/N)’s here!” You heard shouts of excitement in the background which caused you to smile. Finally, Josh remembered you were still on the phone and quickly answered your question. “Of course, you can, but hurry because we’re about to leave.”

After what felt like hours but was probably only a couple of minutes, you found your way out of the stadium and onto their bus. Loud yells and cheers filled the bus as you walked up the steps, some of the boys were having a sing along but it all came to a silent stop once everybody noticed your presence. And then cries of concern were thrown towards you.

Everybody was talking at once, each person looking more confused than the other at your appearance. You had looked at yourself in the first aid room and you had to admit; it looked much worse than it was. The cut took up most of your forehead, however it wasn’t that deep, and it had formed a bruise around it as well as a matching one on your cheek. Your legs that were exposed due to the shorts you attired had scrapes and cuts on scattering across them and you must’ve twisted your ankle on the way down because it was difficult to walk on it.

Harry was the first one up and out of his seat, before he even spoke to you he gently led you over to an empty seat beside Simon who picked your legs up and draped them over his whilst Josh removed his jacket and placed it over you.

“Okay, everybody be quiet!” Tobi yelled over the confusion and again, the whole bus fell silent. “(Y/N), what the hell has happened to you?”

“I just got knocked over during the pitch invasion,” you mumbled, feeling nervous due to all of the attention.

The seven boys around you had nothing but pure anger on their faces as soon as the words fell from your lips. “Somebody knocked you over?” JJ repeated your words through gritted teeth, “did they at least help you up?”

You grimaced as you shook your head and everybody began to shout at once again.

“Absolutely ridiculous! I can’t believe what they’ve done to you,” Ethan exclaimed and the other boys muttered their agreements.

“Are you okay?” Vikk asked quietly as he handed you a water bottle that you took gratefully.

“I’m fine, just a little shook up.” You tried to smile, but instead you winced which caused Simon to reach forwards and run his hands lightly through your hair.

“You should’ve called us as soon as it happened,” said Harry. “I got the fright of my life when I saw your face.”

“Thanks, Harry,” you rolled your eyes laughing and Harry flushed red when he realised how his words had come across. “I was only trying to surprise you lot, if I knew that I’d be coming home with a big cut across my head, I wouldn’t have bothered.”

The boys laugh at your attempt to joke about the situation but you have known them long enough to know that the fact you got hurt at one of their events was making them feel sick. Each of them give you a hug and kiss the top of your head.

“Honestly, guys, I’m fine.” You reassured them and with a cheeky wink you joked, “but you do know this means you guys are all looking after me for the next week.”

“We wouldn’t have it any other way,” Simon raised his eyebrows towards the others and they all rolled their eyes at each other.

You slapped Simon for his sarcastic comment and snuggled further under Josh’s jacket, feeling ever so lucky you had such caring and amazing friends in your life.