break interrupted

anonymous asked:

Chuck and Penelope like to play a lot of fun bitey games with each other! This is a good time for them, but it can be startling to a silly human like myself. How does one tell between fun bitey game time and actual aggression between dogs?

I’m not an expert aaaaaat aaaall – but some big clues that it’s play vs. something more intense: 

  • loose, floppy body language (which is possible even when it’s rough and there’s bared teeth and growling, giving kind of a “HAHA AM MEAN DOG IS JOKE ONLY” feeling to the whole thing)
  • taking turns initiating
  • taking breaks, backing off in response to each other’s calming signals
  • taking turns in different roles (e.g. chaser vs. the one being chased, being pinned vs. doing the pinning)

Some good videos on the spectrum of appropriate dog play:

I think it’s easier to see the difference once you’ve seen examples of play going over the line. This channel has good examples to learn from:

The Facebook group Observation Skills for Training Dogs is a great place to learn too!

Little By Little | Pt. 5 [Final]

▷ Jungkook Angst

 “Sometimes friendship takes over the place of love and then love has no place left..”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 [Sequel]

When you heard the knock on the classroom door, your head snapped up from your phone and your eyes opened widely. ‘He really lost his mind!’ was the only thought you could think of.

You watched how Jungkook bowed to your teacher and smiled nicely at him. “I’m sorry to interrupt your lesson, Mr. Choi, but I have to take Y/N.”

Ducking your head out of embarrassment, you started cursing to Jungkook inwardly. You could already hear the whispers of your classmates.

Your teacher glanced at you for a second and looked back to Jungkook, already getting annoyed because of the interruption. “The break starts in 15 minutes, you can see her then. Please get out.”

“I’m sorry but I can’t wait that long.”

Jungkook walked toward your table and started closing your book and packing your bag. “Hurry up, Y/N, we need to go.”

Not moving, you glared at him and hissed. “Jungkook, what are you doing?!”

Locking his eyes with yours, he whispered back. “We need to go, Y/N. Now.”

“Jungkook, I’m in the middle of class! Are you crazy?!”

Closing his eyes, Jungkook took a deep breath and hissed with his low voice. “If you don’t get up now, I’ll throw you on my back.”


Before you could say the next words, Jungkook reached out for you and threw you on his back, ignoring your punches on his back and your threats along with the whistles of your classmates and the glares of his ex girlfriend.

When you arrived at the front yard of your school, Jungkook placed you down and handed you your bag. The minute you were on your feet, your started punching his body. “You’re crazy! You’ve really lost your mind! That was so embarrassing!”

Grabbing your wrist, Jungkook stopped you before you could hurt yourself. “Shh, calm down. Let’s sit down and talk.”

Yanking your hands out of his grip, you crossed your arms in front of your chest. “I don’t want to sit down. Say what you want to say and let me go.”

“Y/N, please stop being so cold to me. It’s already hard for me to talk to you about this.”

“Jungkook, I’m not forcing you to do anything and I really don’t want to talk right now.”

“Okay, then you can listen.”

“I don’t want to listen to you either, Jungkook.” Turning around, you started walking away from as fast as you could.

Jungkoon, on the other hand, grabbed your arm immediately and turned you back to his body, anger already floating around in his whole system. “Look, I feel strange things because of you, okay?! I don’t know if those feelings are love or not! But I don’t want to lose you, Y/N!”

Shoving him away from you, you started shouting too. “You’re doing the same thing again, Jungkook! You’re only thinking about yourself! Can you please once think about my feelings too? I told you that I needed some time!”

“I gave you time, Y/N! But the only thing you did was ignoring me!”

“Jungkook you’re still carrying her necklace with you! How am I supposed to believe you?!”

You watched how Jungkook reached for his pocket and took the necklace out. “Is this the only problem, Y/N? Here!”

When you saw that Jungkook threw the necklace away, your eyes opened widely. “J-Jungkook, why did you do that?!”

Slowly, Jungkook reached out for your face and leaned his forehead against yours. “Y/N, I mean it when I say that I like you. The necklace had no meaning for me. The only thing I want is you..”

Hesitantly, you placed your hands on top of his hands. “Jungkook, you’re not in love with me..”

“Then make me fall in love with you, Y/N. Little by little..”

“Little by little..”

5sos aren’t dead they’re on a break (the interruption of something that is continuous, in this case touring. for those of u who don’t know. which is a lot of people apparently.) and they’re literally in the studio. making music. they have songs and stuff. they’re there. doing their job. they’re not “dead” or a “joke” and they’re definitely not partying so much that they don’t even have time to make music. they’re grown boys. they have a work/social life balance and it’s not fucking up to u to determine what they can and can’t do. shut the fuck up.

Writing is Hard, Part 3: Phone Sex

Summary: You and Dean try something in order to write about it.

Read Part 1 Part 2

Warning: Smut, dirty talk

Word Count: 3000ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! XOXO

“How many are we up to now?”

The phone rests warm between your ear and shoulder as you glance down at the screen. “Almost four hundred followers,” you tell him. “Not exactly famous yet.”

Dean pauses, and you picture him sprawled out on a motel bed very much like yours, just two states over, glass in hand and flannel shirt crumpled at the foot of the bed, undershirt clinging tight to his chest.

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The 4th Episode: A Complete Johnlock Fix-It

The screen is black.  A woman’s voice cuts through.  It’s Molly’s voice.

“Forward? Or Backward?”

A blinding white light floods the darkness.  A pulsating heartbeat. 

“Backward,” sighs Sherlock.

White noise stings as scenes are replayed backward. Sherlock and John running backward.  John’s fist recoiling from Sherlock in the morgue.  The christening, backward. The birth, backward.  The plane glides into the air, tail first. Magnussen’s limp body jolts into standing position, Sherlock puts the gun back in John’s pocket. The flashdrive jumps from the fire, into John’s hand.  The gun drops, the coin falls back into Mary’s fingers. Sherlock raises from Magnussen’s floor, the blood-stained shirt turns freshly white. Mary stands across from Sherlock, gun drawn.

Roll Title Credits.

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Rain (Thomas x Reader)

AN: Another late fic of questionable quality!

Tag Crew: @huffleheyguys @artisticgamer @theoverlordofeverything @hmltntrsh51 @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit2 @hamilton4starwars @megabooklover18 @jantales

Request: Anonymous- 11, can’t help but think of Jefferson XD

11. “I love you.”  “You have excellent taste.”

Warnings: gets a lil sexy 

Word Count: 1,305

The fire was crackling, indie music was playing softly, you had a mug of earl grey tea, and you had a collection of classic poetry that you’d read at least a thousand times spread open across your lap- the best way to enjoy rain. It had started storming around three in the morning and you’d been up since then.

This was your favorite kind of weather. It just put you at ease, which Thomas thought was weird, but he had learned it was better to just let it go. He had insisted after the first few times that you not wake him up “in the unholy hours of the morning” for storms, though. You thought that was weird. Mornings were amazing. Everything was so peaceful and calm, and there were few things more beautiful than a sunrise. But, this morning you had decided to cut him slack, only because he had gotten in late last night.

It took a few minutes before you realized that you had been staring out the window instead of reading. The raindrops trickling down the window were just so mesmerizing. They never fell straight down, but took their time and wandered, sometimes colliding with others, sometimes carrying on by themselves. They never did the same thing, always moved at their own speed, in their own way. They reminded you of people. As someone who much prefered observing people over interacting with them, it was difficult to ignore the similarities.

You grew focused on a new drop as it started down in a near-perfectly straight line until it merged with another add began to zag across the window, you realized that since you had met Thomas, your life had never ceased to be interesting. He was always taking you here or there to see this or that. Life had become longer, but not because it was boring. You didn’t think that Thomas was capable of being anything close to it. It was because it seemed like you had something to look forward to every day, something that could never happen soon enough. He had given you the life you had always dreamed of. Once you had merged with him, life had grown from following the straight-and-narrow to constant, exciting changes. You couldn’t help but laugh quietly at yourself. Thomas always said that you got to be poetic in this kind of weather.

“What’s so funny?” he asked from behind you. You hadn’t even heard him come down the stairs.

“Just that you’re right,” you tilted your head back on the armrest to look up at him.

“I mean, that goes without saying,” he smirked and pecked a quick kiss to your lips. “How long have you been up, dork?”

You turned around, giving Thomas room to sit. “Only six hours. I thought you’d sleep longer. I know how much you need your beauty rest.”

“Are you calling me ugly?” he gasped, his hand to his chest in mocked hurt as he sat anyway. You set your mug on the side table and curled into his side, careful to not lose your spot in your book.

“Just hideous. Maybe even beastly,” you said. “Which would make you the beast, and every beast needs his beauty. Which is me, of course. Unless you’re having an affair that you’ve managed to keep hidden from everyone. In which case, I may have some competition.”

“Even if I were having an affair, you wouldn’t have any competition. You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen. And I’ve seen a lot of people,” he kissed the top of your head.

“Are you sure? You and Jemmy have always been close,” you teased. “Maybe I’m your cover so that you can go about your relationship with a fellow politician without the press getting in your business. I’m sure that happens all the time. Why shouldn’t you use that method?”

Thomas only sighed and pulled you closer. The two of you sat in perfectly comfortable silence for a while. You went back to watching raindrops on the window while he watched the fire. This morning only kept getting better.

Thomas snapped out of his daze faster than you did. “Will you read for me?” he whispered, trying not to startle you.

“Which one?” you titled the book in his direction so that he could see a little better. He never put contacts on in the morning and always forgot about his glasses.

Thomas flipped through a few a few pages before he found what he was looking for. He tapped on the poem he wanted. You were a bit confused.

“This one?” you glanced up at him. “You have it completely memorized. Why do you need me to read it for you? What about a different one?”

You were already starting to turn the page.

“I like it when you read it. Please,” he kissed your forehead.

You nodded and cleared your throat before you began. “‘Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem that my days have been a dream-’”

Thomas kissed your jaw, which caused your voice to break.

“Don’t let me interrupt,” he murmured against your skin. “Continue.”

“‘Y-yet if hope has flown away in a night, or in a day, in a vision, or in none, is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream,’” you stuttered as Thomas kissed your neck, nipping gently.

“Please, don’t stop because of me,” he said. You could feel him smirking.

“It’s just- just kind of hard with you-” you shook your head and kept reading. “‘I stand amid the roar of a surf-tormented shore, and I hold within my hand grains of the golden sand. How few! Yet how they creep through my fingers to the deep, while I weep, while I weep! O God!’”

You moaned when Thomas slid his hand underneath your panties and started rubbing your clit.

“Not enough emotion. You can do better,” he said, his voice almost a growl. “I want to really feel the anguish the next time around.”

You nodded quickly. “‘Can I not grasp them with a tighter clasp? O God!’”

Thomas thrust two fingers into your slit. “Good. Almost done, love,” he nipped at your jaw. Why was he like this?

“‘Can I not save one from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream?’” you gasped between breathy moans, dropping the book as he moved his fingers in and out. “I- I-love you-”

“You have excellent taste,” he grinned. You scoffed and slapped his arm away.

“I hate you! Jesus-” you ran a hand through your hair. “Go- clean up and maybe I’ll let you come back in here.”

Thomas mock-saluted you and got up to go to the bathroom. The storm had picked up some while you were reading, so you hadn’t noticed. You curled up, immediately transfixed with the raindrops again. The wind rustled the branches of the trees in the lawn and it wasn’t long before you were smiling. Your smile was probably the only reason Thomas felt it was safe for him to sit back down with you.

“Just to be clear, I’m still mad at you,” you grumbled and curled back up into his side, trying not to take your eyes off the window.

“It doesn’t really feel like morning, does it?” Thomas rubbed circles into your side absentmindedly as he followed your gaze. “It’s so gloomy.”

You shrugged, too distracted and suddenly exhausted to respond. Thomas rested his head on yours. He didn’t push for a response like usual. Between the sounds from the storm, fire, and music, you were both out within a few minutes.

“Moves Like Rogers”

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Sparks fly on the dance floor between you and the super soldier.

“Demons [ft. Macy Gray]” (Fatboy Slim)
“Gimme Your Love” (Morcheeba)

Shooting a semi-flirty smile at you, the bartender hands you a colorful drink. “Here you go. Something fruity, something that masks the alcohol,” he chirps.

You take a sip of it, slightly parting your lips on surprise at how sweet the drink tastes. “Thanks!”  you yell, waving to the bartender before making your way towards the dance floor, where your friends are tearing it up with a mixture of sexy and weird dance moves. “Hi, ladies!” you happily squeal.

“(Y/N)!!” all of the women yell back, extending their arms and bringing you into a sloppy group hug. Your heart swells as your friends surround you, the slight buzz from the shots you threw back a while ago making you sentimentally sappy.

Working and doing research in Dr. Cho’s lab at the Avengers Tower is a dream come true, but it’s taken a toll on your social life. It’s been awhile since you’ve seen these girls, but thank God you have understanding friends who are supportive of your dream.

“Oh my God, you’re alive! It’s been forever since you’ve come out!”

“I know, right?!” you sappily exclaim. “But I’m here now, so let’s party!” you whoop, leading the group into a frenzy of cheers and more hugs. Everyone falls into the same pattern as everyone on the dance floor, bumping and grinding. Your nearly-empty drink gets abandoned on some table as you find yourself getting lost in the hypnotizing beats of the music.

One of the girls suddenly brings you closer to her. “Your two o'clock, super hottie staring at you,” she harshly whispers in your ear. She grins as you demurely look over your shoulder to check, a giddy smile fighting to appear on your face.

It’s not just any super hottie checking you out. It’s the super hottie, the one and only Captain America. The Avengers must have taken a night out to let some steam out, and you quickly spot the rest of the superheroes.

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Norman Reedus x Reader - You’re all I need (SMUT) (Request)

- Anon: Could you do Norman getting caught having a little sneaky him time in his trailer over the new make up artist that he’s crushing on bad
and she catches him saying her name (reader) from outside and storms in on him and he doesnt notice till hes finished that shes stood there
and she gets annoyed with him and wont let him explain himself and he gets frustrated and teary cuz he’s embarrassed and pins her to a wall and smut like hell 😍😍
pretty please I would just die 😶



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“Darth Flopsy” – for @brawlite because I also like the idea of Kylo Ren having a HUMUNGOUS BUNNY RABBIT

Kylo Ren and General Hux stand side by side in the Finalizer’s medbay, ignoring one another. 

A medical officer bustles in clutching a datapad. “Ah, sirs.”

Both men acknowledge the doctor. They still do not acknowledge each other.

“Let’s start with you, General, and miss Millicent.”

The cat is sleeping on a small high sided cot. There is a shaved patch at the base of her tail.

“How is she? When can she come home?”

“Miss Millicent is responding well to antibiotic treatment, and we have cleaned the wound. It needs to be kept clean and bacta cream applied every eight hours. If you can commit to that sir, then we can release her into your care.”

“Of course I can commit to that.” 

The cat stirs. “Oh, Millie, I was so worried when they kept you in overnight. Daddy’s here now and we’ll be going home, and I shall never let that nasty rabbit and that horrible man near you ever again.”

Hux turns round to face the suddenly worried medical officer. “Why are you keeping her next to this vile murderous creature? She’ll be traumatised.”

“Hey,” says a dark voice , in a tone of wounded pride. “Don’t slander my bunny rabbit.”

“Your bunny rabbit sunk its vicious poisonous teeth into my darling Millie!”

“Darth Flopsy was defending himself! She hit him! And he doesn’t have poisonous teeth.”

Darth. Flopsy? You call him Darth Flopsy?”

“I do. That’s his name. He’s a good bunny and your horrible little fleabag was intimidating him.”

“Fleabag? My Millie does NOT and has NEVER had fleas, I give her all the treatments and this is a VERMIN FREE SHIP.”

Ren pouts.

Hux carries on. “With the possible exception of YOU and the unsanctioned animals you bring on board. I should have you fumigated every time you step off that shuttle of yours.”

This is too much for Ren, who steps right into Hux’s personal space. “I should be very careful if I were you, and I should remember who I was talking to and what powers could be brought to bear…”

“Gentlemen? Sirs?” The medical officer’s interruption breaks the spell.

“I do apologise, Major. On behalf of Ren, also.”

“Now, Commander Ren, sir, if we could turn to your companion”

Ren leans over the other cot and makes kissy faces at the enormous rabbit occupying it.

“Darth Flopsy has sustained a few superficial wounds, just here on the face from the other animal’s front claws…”

“She’s a brave kitty” Hux says. “Aren’t you, Millie? Yes.”

“…and here on his belly from the back claws. He was quite lucky, as I understand a cat’s back paws can do quite a bit of damage.”

“Vicious cat,” Ren hisses.

“Brave kitty cat. Good kitty cat.”

“The stitches will dissolve in a couple of days time. Try not to let him scratch them.”

“I won’t.” Ren reaches in to the cot and strokes the rabbit’s ears. “Look at your face, Flopsy. Just like a real Sith Lord. Just like Grandfather.”

Perfect ~Jerome x Reader~

// Here is the request I got for a Jerome x Reader to Perfect by Ed Sheeran. I hope you like it!


Need to know: Y/n is a part of Haly’s Circus and is best friends with Jerome, (they only really have each other)

Warnings: Mild swearing. One of those cute little scenes that people seem to like; kissin and fluffy stuff. Last few lines were changed so that they could be said to someone…. *gasp*

Rating: Mid-Fluff

Title: Your Perfect. //


I found a love for me
Darling just dive right in, and follow my lead
Well I found a girl, beautiful and sweet 
I never knew you were the someone waiting for me.
Cause we were just kids when we fell in love 
Not knowing what it was, I will not give you up this time

Y/n skips over to Jerome’s trailer, a huge smile plastered across her face as she sees the pale ginger sitting on the steps to the trailer he shares with his mother. He perks up a bit as he sees her heading over and stands up, walking to meet her halfway. He reaches out quickly, grabbing her arm gently and tugging her into a hug. Y/n can tell something’s wrong the second he buries his face in her neck. She can feel the cold wetness of tears on his face, the shaking of his body against hers as he loses all control. Jerome sobs silently and flattens his palms to her back, sniffing slightly. 

“Y/n, y/n, y/n.” He mumbles. She pulls back from his embrace, a bewildered look clouding her features.

“Jerome, calm down. Hey, hey!” She places her hand on the side of his face, forcing him to meet her gaze. “Tell me what’s wrong. Was it your mom? Did she beat you again?” Y/n’s voice is filled with anger as she searches his eyes. “I swear to- if she hurts you again I’m going to,”

“No, no it’s not that. It’s just- I wanted, I wanted to…” He inhales deeply, a smile slowly spreading across his face. “I mean, yes. That bitch did give me a good beating, but that’s not the point. That’s not what’s important.” He begins to shake slightly as he places his hands on either side of her face, his eyes widening and a low, dull craze building behind them. He licks his lips, his eyes misty as he searches her face. “Moms will be moms, won’t they?” He laughs and then shakes his head slowly. He traces his thumb across y/n’s lips, tilting his head. “I wanted to- no, no. I needed to tell you y/n, I need to tell you. You’re so important to me y/n, you’re the only thing I have left. If I were to lose you,” his voice breaks, and he swallows roughly, trying to keep his emotions in check. “I don’t know what I’d do, y/n. I won’t let it happen, I won’t let you leave me.”

“I’m not trying to leave you, Jerome what are you talking about.” Y/n asks.

“No, no, I’m not done, wait.” He moves forward, backing her up against the trailer, gripping her face with one hand, his other sliding down to her neck. “Y/n, you’re better than anyone, anything I could have ever imagined. If I’m right, if I’m right you care about me, y/n.” Her eyes widen.

“How, how…”


Cause we were just kids when we fell in love
Not knowing what it was, I will not give you up this time
But darling just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own
And in your eyes you’re holding mine

Jerome’s eyes light up, taking that as a confirmation. He moves as close as he can, meeting her gaze. “I’ve always thought of you as my best friend, as my only friend. I thought this is how friends feel towards each other, but it can’t,” he shakes his head. “It can’t be.” He tilts his head down, bringing his lips to hers in a soft kiss. More of a question, a whisper; may I? Y/n responds almost immediately, kissing Jerome back slowly, closing her eyes. His heart beats quickly as he lets out a small sigh of relief and content, not breaking the kiss. Y/n brings her hand up and grips the end of his fiery hair, eliciting a small noise from the back of his throat.

When he finally breaks the kiss, he leans his forehead on hers. “I love you…I love you y/n. You’re the only thing I’ve ever loved, I need you in my life.” She places her hand on the side of his face, and he tilts his head, leaning into her touch. Jerome makes a small whining noise, placing his hand over y/n’s and holding it firmly, opening his eyes to meet her stare. “You’re mine, y/n. You’re my y/n,” he murmurs and turns his head, kissing the palm of her hand before pulling it away.

Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know 
She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home
I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets
To carry love, to carry children of our own 
We are still kids, but we’re so in love, fighting against all odds
I know we’ll be alright this time
Darling just hold my hand, be my girl, I’ll be your man
I see my future in your eyes
Baby I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favourite song
When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful
I don’t deserve this, darling you look perfect tonight


Y/n’s lips curl into a smile, and Jerome stares at the ground. “It’s kinda cold out here,” he mutters, furrowing his brows. Before she can say anything, he pulls his sweater over his head, leaving him in a normal t-shirt. He pulls it over y/n’s head, causing her to laugh. “Come on, let’s go inside. I don’t want you getting sick.” He laughs, holding her hand and pushing the trailer door open. He stops in the doorway, making room for y/n to walk past him before he shuts the door. Jerome moves forward, practically tackling her onto the small couch, pulling her to him. 

“W-what are you doing Jerome?” She giggles, burying her face in his chest.

“Cuddling. Apparently, it’s something couples do.” Jerome states in a baffled voice, causing y/n to giggle loudly. “I was thinking, ya know, in those seconds after I professed my love to you, remember that?” Y/n nods. “Good memories…anyhow, like I was saying, I was thinking we should do more…coupley things.”

“Mmh, really? Like what?” Y/n asks, peeking up at him.

“I dunno. I could take you out, if you want. We could watch movies, celebrate an anniversary…”

“Don’t we have to be together a while for that last one?”

“Nah, we could just pretend.” He smiles down at her, and raises his eyebrows. “Or, ya know, we could…” He finishes his statement with a wink and an eyebrow wiggle. The facial expression alone sends y/n into a fit of laughter.

“Jerome, no!” She chuckles, shaking her head and shrinking into the oversized sweater. He rolls his eyes and shrugs.

“I was just suggesting it. Anywho, I’m fine just sitting here. Looking at you, holding you…kissing you?” He phrases the last part as a question, yet doesn’t wait for her to answer. He pulls y/n up to him and kisses her slowly, tangling his hand in her hair.

She smiles against Jerome’s lips, her cheeks turning a bright shade of red when he grips her waist, attempting to pull her closer.

“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met,” he murmurs, studying her face deeply. “All I need is you, y/n, I need you in my life.”

“Why are you saying that so much? I’m not that dumb,” she jokes, only pausing in her laughter when she sees his face fall. “Jerome? What’s wrong?” He sits up and y/n slides back, sitting in front of him.

“You…you can’t tell anyone.” He murmurs.

Baby I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favourite song
I have faith in what I see
Now I know I have met an angel in person….

She stares forward at him. “Jerome what…where’s your mom?” His head tilts back as a smile spreads across his face, standing up and pushing the door open.

“That’s the thing,” he says, leaping out into the small patch of grass and throwing his arms up in the air. Y/n follows him out, her heart racing. “She’s gone!” He shouts out. “I got rid of here, but here’s the thing, the catch.” He turns to her, his eyes darkening. “There’s a cop. Jimbo Gordon…I think he knows I did it.” Y/n’s eyes widen, and she steps forward.

“We have to get out of here-we have to get you out of here, Jerome,” he doesn’t listen to y/n’s pleas, only grabs her hands and pulls her too him, waltzing around the patch of grass. “Jerome-Jerome, Jerome! Jerome please listen to me, Jerome, you’re going to go to jail. This is serious-Jerome!” He dips her which makes y/n yelp softly. When Jerome pulls her back up they spin around for a few seconds before he kisses her slowly.

“I know. I know, but that doesn’t matter righ-”

“If you go, I’m going down with you.” Y/n interrupts, not breaking his gaze.


“I’ll take some of the blame for it, I’m an accomplice, technically. I’ll go wherever they put you, Jerome. I’m not going to leave you.” Instead of arguing, Jerome just smiles and caresses y/n’s cheek.

You look perfect, no I don’t deserve this…
You look perfect…tonight…
” He mumbles, pulling her in for a long, passionate kiss.

literally i found out about mao’s retirement because a news segment about north korean missiles was interrupted by breaking news about mao

“so the missiles have a very real possibility of coming into japanese naval territory in the near future…”
“wait hold that thought we have breaking news, mao asada is retiring from competitive figure skating” *reporter’s voice shakes as he reads the news*

this speaks volumes about how much mao meant to us, like to the point that a mainstream japanese news network was like screw North Korea GUYS MAO IS RETIRING
and i know people can get overprotective sometimes of her and her skating, but honestly she really has been japan’s sweetheart and we all love her here and i just… i really appreciate how so many people enjoyed seeing her and cheered her on, even when it was tough


Maybe It’s Time

Doyoung x Reader

Wordcount: 2,189

hiiii can i please request a fic where you and doyoung meet at a cafe and he wants to ask you out? ty in advance!

You had managed to survive your first three exams.  All that separated you from your upcoming summer of freedom was your Korean final.  Your everyday conversation skills had improved since being in Korea, but you struggled in the course.  When the hell were you ever going to talk about global warming in Korean?  Knowing you had to at least try to do well, you flipped to the next page of your textbook.  Chapter three.  It felt like you had been sitting in this café studying forever.  How were you only on chapter three?  That wasn’t even half of what you needed to get through for your upcoming Korean final.

“I’m not caffeinated enough for this,” you muttered under your breath.  You stood up to get your third cup of coffee that day, hoping it would give you the boost you needed to continue.  Any motivation you had earlier had flown out the window sometime during chapter two.  

While you were standing at the counter waiting for your drink, you heard the door to the café open.  Hearing whispers echo through the café, you knew who had just walked in.  NCT were regulars here.  Not a lot of people knew, which was good because it meant they had some privacy.  But it didn’t mean people already in the café weren’t shocked when they would come in. Today, it was Jaehyun, Johnny, Ten, Doyoung and Yuta.  There were traces of makeup around their eyes, probably from whatever schedule they had earlier that day.

You were a fan, but you weren’t too phased by them being there.  Sure, the first time you had seen NCT in your favourite café, you were excited.  But you weren’t really the type to freak out over guys, even if they were idols.  More importantly, something inside of you told you to leave them alone and let them enjoy their down time.  They deserved some respect, and fan-girling over them would just distract you from studying anyways.

Your drink arrived just in time for you to sit back down before the members arrived at the counter.  Avoiding your textbook by any means possible, you let your eyes linger over NCT, something you usually didn’t do.  You had been lucky enough to receive a smile from one of them on the rare occasions you had made eye contact.  Of course you would smile back.  But aside from those moments, you just tried to pretend that NCT wasn’t NCT. Sometimes, though, it was hard to pretend Doyoung was Doyoung; he was your bias.

Forcing yourself back to reality, you turned your eyes to your textbook and began to study again.  Luckily for you, the third chapter was much shorter than the first two, and you were finished within an hour.  You glanced up and saw that NCT was still there.  You were happy they were getting time to rest and hang out.  Having completed half of the review you needed to, you felt deserving of a break as well.  You closed your textbook, took out your laptop, and popped in some headphones to watch a few youtube videos.


Doyoung sat staring at you, the other members shaking their heads at him.

“Dude, just go talk to her.”  Johnny nudged Doyoung’s arm with his elbow.

“I can’t Johnny.  I mean, do you think she even speaks Korean?”

“Doyoung I have no idea.  Just because I speak English doesn’t mean I know everyone else in the world that speaks it too.”

“She has to have learned some Korean if she’s in Korea.  At least a few phrases,” Ten chimed in.

“I guess that’s true…” Doyoung considered the fact that even just to order coffee at the café, you would have to be able to speak some Korean.

“He’s right.  I mean, when I lived in America for four years, I picked up basic English phrases pretty quickly.” Jaehyun tried to reassure Doyoung that the language barrier wouldn’t be as bad as he thought.

It had been a few months since Doyoung had first seen you in that café.  He didn’t know why, but he had a crush on you the moment he saw you.  Maybe it was that you had distinctive features.  Or maybe it was that he thought you were you were really smart because you were always studying.  Maybe it was how you didn’t start screaming whenever they came into the cafe.  He wasn’t sure what it was.  What he was sure of what that he hoped he would see you in whenever he and the others went to this particular café.  But he never wanted to interrupt your studying.  And the fear that there would be a language barrier always held him back too.  Johnny and Jaehyun had offered to translate before, but Doyoung said it would be too lame to bring a friend with him.

Doyoung grew increasingly frustrated with himself.  You were right there in front of him.  Every time he left the café without talking to you, he swore he would introduce himself the next time he saw you there, but he never did.

“Doyoung, she stopped studying.  You wouldn’t be bothering her too much if you talk to her now,” Yuta pointed out. “You’ve had a crush on her for months. Do something about it.”

Yuta was right.  All the guys were.  Doyoung was so scared of not being able to communicate with you, or worse, of being rejected, that he had convinced himself it wasn’t worth trying.  But here you were, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as you watched your laptop screen intently, calling out to him.  It was also true that if a language barrier caused things to go awry, he could call over one of the boys to help translate.   Or just leave the café and never return in an attempt to avoid you forever.  That would be plan B.

“We’re here for you man.  Just take a chance.  Ask her out. Whatever happens we have your back.”

“Thanks Johnny.  You guys are right…  Maybe it’s time.”


You had fully immersed yourself into the video you were watching, wanting to make the most of your well-deserved break.  As soon as this video ended, you would have to get back to studying.  You were so consumed by what you were watching that you didn’t notice Doyoung standing across from you at your table.

“Excuse me? Would it be okay if I sit here?”

You looked up from your laptop wondering who was interrupting your break, only to meet eyes with Doyoung. You blinked at him a few times trying to register what was happening.  And why. Why did he come up to you after all this time?

“Sure. I’m just taking a break from studying. I’m (y/n),” you smiled at him and gestured to the chair across from you.  

“You speak Korean,” Doyoung said as he flashed you his gummy smile in return.  “I’m Doyoung,” he said extending a hand out for you to shake.  

“I’m an exchange student here so I’ve been studying the language!  And I take a Korean class back home.”

The two of you began chatting.  You knew you should be studying, but you also had no intention of ending your conversation with your bias.  Maybe this was the world’s way of rewarding you for giving NCT space whenever you had seen them before.  

You spoke about why you chose to go to Korea and how you were spending your time there.  Doyoung spoke about what it was like being an idol.  The two of you had a shared love of music – and Korean food.  The witty banter between the two of you was great too. He was smart and quick-witted.  It matched your outgoing personality well. He made fun of you when you told him you were a fan, saying that you were probably going to go home later and write fan fiction about meeting him.  The two of you even joked about how you really should be studying for your Korean final, and how somewhere between watching youtube and him coming over, you had decided to give up.

Despite how easily the conversation was flowing, something was bothering you.  Why did he come to talk to you?  The longer the two of you conversed, the more curious you became.  When there was a pause in the conversation, you took your chances.

“Doyoung, there’s something I want to ask you.”  You looked down at your hands as you twiddled your thumbs.  For some reason, you suddenly felt nervous in front of him.  “Why did you come and talk to me today?”

“Actually (y/n), I’ve wanted to talk to you for a while.”

You had caught him looking at you a few times before, but you never read anything into it.  The two of you would just exchange smiles and you would go back to studying.  Right now though, he was looking right at you so intently you began to blush.  

“The first time I saw you, I sort of… developed a teeny crush on you?”  Now he was the one beginning to blush.  

“Doyoung, how come you never said hi to me then?!  Were you too scaaaaared?”  You taunted him, sticking your tongue out.

“I could ask you the same thing (y/n)! What sort of fan doesn’t even approach the idols they like?”  He pouted, pretending to be offended by your seeming lack of interest in him.

“The kind that respects your privacy.  I mean, if I came up and asked you for an autograph, it might have made you feel less comfortable coming here if you saw me.”

Doyoung nodded in agreement.  It was true. This café was comfortable to visit because people here never really paid much attention to NCT once they got past the initial surprise of idols walking in.  People usually just came here to study or get some peace and quite.

“Anyways Doyoung, I asked you first.  How come you never came and talked to me before?”  You had to get to the bottom of this.

“To be honest, I was scared (y/n).  You always seemed so focused on studying, and then there was the issue of a possible language barrier…” His words trailed off as he began to realize how irrational he seemed.  The things that he had been worried about now seemed like petty excuses to avoid potentially getting rejected.

“I’m glad you took a chance, Doyoung.”  You had always perceived him as one of the more confident members of NCT.  It surprised you to think that he could become this shy in front of you.  You smiled at the though, as he continued his regained his courage and continued his explanation.

“I just thought that maybe it was time to do something about my crush on you.  I’ve wanted to ask you out on a date for such a long time.  I was tired of missing out on the opportunity.  Plus, the guys gave me a bit of a nudge.”  He turned to look behind him, only to receive smiles from the members and a thumbs up from Johnny.  You had been so engrossed in your conversation with Doyoung that you had forgotten they were even there.  You suddenly felt slightly self-concious knowing that they had been observing your interactions.  But Doyoung turned back to you, unphased by his wing-men.  “So I guess (y/n), I’m finally going to go for it.  Will you go on a date with me?”  

“I would love to.”

Both of your faces broke out into huge smiles.  Who knew a study break could turn out this well?  You thought about the first time you saw him in that café, the times he had smiled at you, how you always tried to focus on your homework when NCT was there… Of all the times you had seen Doyoung in this little café, never had you once thought the two of you would end up dating.

“I’m so glad you said yes (y/n).”  Doyoung was absolutely beaming.

“I am too, Doyoung.  And I think they agree.”  You gestured behind him, where his fellow members were hi-fiving each other and punching the air in success.

“They’re probably just glad they don’t have to listen to anymore of me whining about wanting to talk to you.”  He shook his head at them, trying to tell them to calm down a bit and stop embarrassing him.

“So Doyoung, when are we going on our first date?”

“Why don’t we have it right now?  I can help you study for that Korean final you’re going to fail.”

“You call that a date?”  The two of you laughed in unison.  To be honest, it didn’t really matter to you.  You were just happy to be spending time with him.  Plus, you really did need to get back to studying…

You finally flipped open your textbook.  Chapter four. Phrases related to dating.  You and Doyoung both looked at each other and smiled.  This was going to be interesting.

**Thank you for reading~~  I hope you guys all liked it!  And thank you to the anon for requesting a Doyoung fic. :)  I felt like I was writing a scene from a high school drama or something haha.  Please like, reblog, follow and request if you guys liked this and want more hehe.**

Down the Rabbit Hole

Originally posted by carezero

Pairing: Maknae line x Reader

Genre: Wonderland!Au / Angst / Smut / Drabble series

Rated T for mentions of drugs, madness and mature themes

Word count: 4.7k

Synopsis: It took Y/n months - years. Infinite days of searching, of wondering, of grasping to the tiny, fragile hope of not being crazy as everyone said.

(But, really, who isn’t a child of madness in this world?)

And, finally, she found it: the key to open the gates to Wonderland. So, with a smile curling her lips and liquid danger between her fingers, the girl gladly fell once again.      

Author’s note: So, dunno what this thing is, an experiment, maybe. Hope you’ll enjoy this darkish lil series (but I swear this has some kind of sense in my mind).

Prelude // part 1

Part 1 – the Cat

                                     “Well! I’ve often seen a cat without a grin,’ thought Alice

          ‘but a grin without a cat! It’s the most curious thing I ever saw in my life!” 

Grass tickles on her check, over her lips, and suddenly the girl’s lashes flutter open.

She leans on her palms as the legs fold under the bluish skirt of her dress and her eyes try to adapt to the dusky light. In the tilting of her head, fair hair slides along petite shoulders like silk, eliciting the tiniest of shivers on her spine: the twilight air is cold, and the starlit strands over the bare skin only enhance the chilly sensation.

It’s not exactly unpleasant, though.  

The girl raises on her feet, and her head spins a bit once she stands tall under the crescent moon; one hand flies to the left side of her forehead, palm pressing down to attenuate the low pulsing in her temple.

Where am I?

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Fanfic - Saving a Superhero - 1/1

Summary: Iris was just an intern working a hectic night at the hospital whose break was interrupted by a bleeding unconscious superhero 

Rating: PG

Word Count: 2360

A/N: Based on these promo pics in which Iris is a badass doctor

All Iris wanted was to have a nice, relaxing coffee break.

She was in the middle of one of the worst shifts of her life. A grueling fifteen hours where she’d been running off her feet dealing with every type of job. She bounced between being in the emergency room, to doing post op check ups, then working through piles of discharge paperwork. Anyone who said being an second year intern was hell didn’t know the half of it. Iris couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept more than four hours straight. Or had outside human contact beyond doctors and patients. Her life was a constant routine of dealing with an array of bodily fluids, stitching up damaged skin, setting broken bones.

She had few small pleasures remaining in her life. One of them was taking a cup of coffee and a chocolate chip muffin up to the roof of the hospital whenever she managed to sneak in a break.

Iris pushed through the metal door that led out to the roof. A sigh of relief actually escaping her lips. The cold breeze felt amazing against her heated skin. The lights of city burning bright against the night sky. She closed her eyes to listen to the hum of noise of the city. Iris immersed herself in the peace and quiet, completely different from hectic buzz of activity in the halls of the hospital.

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6 years, and not even a freckle on his face had changed. Her first love’s gaze summoned demons within her to resurface that she had long locked away in her subconsciousness. When did he get back? And how the hell did he find her?

“It’s been a while Bright Eyes. Can we talk a minute?”


A. Phaedra let’s him in for some coffee. 

B. Phaedra sends him away. 

C. Phaedra says nothing. 



@nikidon and it continues… so here. Have a “hi i got sexiled by my roommate and you found me in the hall…can i stay over?” drabble. I hope you like!! 

There’s a boy in the hallway when Leo walks out.

He’s curled up against the wall, a rolled-up sleeping bag thrown over him and his face pressed into a stuffed teddy bear. Leo coughs quietly to see if he’s awake, and it turns out he isn’t- he lifts his head and blinks up at Leo in a disoriented fashion, like Leo might be part of a dream.

There’s something familiar about him in a friend-of-my-friend kind of way, but Leo can’t remember his name to save his life. The boy starts, his eyes widening into the distinct shape of a college-kid terror.

“I’m sorry!” he squeaks.

“What? No, don’t apologize,” Leo says, confused. He usually doesn’t cause this kind of reaction… maybe it was because the boy had been asleep. “What are you sorry for?“

The boy loosens, the tense line of his back softening into a relieved curve. "Oh, I thought you were an RA for a second,” he admits. “I don’t know if doing this is against the rules…”

"I wouldn’t rat you out even if it was,” Leo says easily. “Anyway, what’s your name?”

“Guang-Hong. It’s okay if you mispronounce it.”

At this, Leo promises himself to conquer the non-English syllables even if it kills him. He sits down next to Guang-Hong, leaning against the wall with his arms hugging his knees. It’s not the most conventional way to meet someone, but Leo’s always liked making friends.

“You’re Leo, right? My roommate’s boyfriend’s roommate?”

Leo double takes; that’s a pretty long chain. “Yeah. So, why are you out here?”

“Take a wild guess,” Guang-Hong deadpans, clearly tired.


“I’m your roommate’s boyfriend’s roommate,” he says with a meaningful look, and Leo feels the pieces of the puzzle click into place.

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