but they both look good hey

At Last - Andromor

Mor had never been so nervous.

And she knew she shouldn’t be, because it was Andromache, the love of her life, the girl of her dreams. And it was Mor who had proposed in the first place, for goodness sake.

She smiled as she thought of that night, of how happy the both had been, how they couldn’t look at each other without grinning like fools. And it was still like that now. They were still so in love, and Mor didn’t know why she felt this way.

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anonymous asked:

Hey Shima! Just a quick question: did you ever hear of "Sad Machine" or "Goodbye to a word" by Porter Robinson? For some reason, Everytime I hear these I remember of you Sim AU

Hiya!! And yes omg I LOVE Sad Machine! I haven’t heard the other song though, I’ll have to look it up :0

I think my favorite thing is the mashup with Sad Machine and Shelter, since they’re like. Both the theme songs of my Sim AU and the mashup is FANTASTIC so

  • Boruto: Hey Mom, is Dad a good kisser?
  • Hinata: What?
  • Boruto: Sarada and I were talking and we started wondering which of our dads is a better kisser so I thought I'd ask you.
  • Hinata: U-Uhm...
  • Sasuke: *walks past looking at documents* No.
  • Both: *turn to him*
  • Boruto: No, what?
  • Sasuke: Your father is a terrible kisser.
Beanies and Negotiations (Part 3)

Originally posted by stydiaislove

Part one here    Part two here

Anon requests: BEANIES AND NEGOTIATIONS KILLED ME OKFG. PART THREE PLEAAAAASE ITS SO GOOD

okay please continue writing more for beanies and negotiations i’m in love

part 3 of beanies and negotiations pleaseee??? i love it!!!

Can we please get a part three to Beanies and Negotiations? One where the reader is wearing something else of Juggies and he just kisses her or something cute?

Could you do a part three to beanies and negotiations where the reader and Jughead get together finally

BEANIES AND NEGOTIATIONS IS LIKE MY CURRENT FAV STORY PART THREEE I NEED IT IN MY LIFE

PART 3?? PLEASE

Please do a part 3 the of the negotiations!! (I cant remember what its called sorry!)

Just discovered Beanies and Negotiations and OH MY GOD. I need some resolution/closure hahaha But really you’re the best x

we all need a 3th part

Heya, could you do a part 3 to beanies and negotiations, and Jughead like finally picks up the courage to ask the reader out?

Could you a third part for “Beanies and Negotiations”? I love it sooooo much!

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: The widely anticipated part 3 of the Beanies and Negotiations series, in which Jughead and (Y/N) observe their own relationship and come to a realization

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,181

A/N: hmm I wonder if you guys wanted a part 3? haha I had a lot of fun writing this, I’m so glad you guys have liked the Beanies and Negotiations series (which I hadn’t even intended to be a series).  Hopefully this will give you all enough closure.  Enjoy!


Jughead liked to consider himself a very clever and perceptive person.  So when all of his friends were insisting that (Y/N) returned his feelings for her, he didn’t believe it.  After all, he was perceptive enough to notice that.  He noticed Betty’s feelings for Archie, why couldn’t he see (Y/N)’s feelings?  But because of what his friends told him, Jughead took extra care to pay attention to all of his and (Y/N)’s interactions.  He overanalyzed everything she said to him (which was a lot, he realized). He asked himself, Do all friends talk to each other this much?  Later, he came to the conclusion that no, not everyone talked to each other that much, but he and (Y/N) were best friends.  It had always been like that.  Then he started to observe her body language.  He noticed that they touched a lot, maybe more than most friends do.  She always had her hands brushing up against his, her chin resting on his shoulder, her thigh right next to his.  He wondered if maybe this body language meant something a bit more flirty than friendly, but then he reminded himself that he and (Y/N) were always like that, seeing as they were best friends.  While he tried to form a conclusion about (Y/N)’s feelings, Jughead realized that all this overanalyzing was making him fall harder.  He noticed his eyes lingering longer on her sparkling eyes, her radiant smile, and the lines that formed on her face when she laughed.  How can someone be so beautiful? he thought.


“How do you know she likes me?” Jughead stood on Archie’s porch at nine in the evening.  Archie sent him a questioning look, stepping outside to talk to his friend.

“What?” he asked.  “Jughead, what are you doing?  It’s nine o’clock.”

“I know what time it is,” Jughead rolled his eyes.  “But I need to know.  I’ve spent the past week analyzing every interaction I’ve had with (Y/N), but I don’t see it.”  He sighed in frustration and rubbed his face.  Archie sent him a knowing smile.

“Jughead, I’ve known since the day you proposed to her,” he explained, taking a step towards his friend. Jughead’s head snapped up at the mention of the childhood memory.

“We were six,” he reminded Archie, but Archie shook his head.

“Doesn’t matter,” he replied.  “What matters is she said yes.”

“No she didn’t,” Jughead countered.  “She turned me down.”

“She did,” Archie said calmly.  “But she also accepted, remember?  She promised she’d say yes when you’re both eighteen.  Only three more years, buddy.”  Jughead rolled his eyes but smiled, and Archie laughed.  “I promise you, Jughead, she will say yes.  Ask her out.”  Without a reply, Jughead nodded, turned on his heel, and left.


(Y/N) noticed Jughead’s shift in attitude for the past week.  Deciding not to comment on it, she figured it was something he had to take care of on his own.  Otherwise, she told herself, he would’ve come to her.  Although she repeated this to herself over and over again, she couldn’t help but worry for the boy she had fallen for.  On a Tuesday night, she found herself sitting in a booth that wasn’t her usual booth, and the person sitting across her was not Jughead. Instead, it was Betty that occupied the seat.

“So you wanted to talk, (Y/N)?” Betty asked, interrupting (Y/N) from her thoughts.  She perked up and nodded.

“Yeah,” she replied, trailing off.  “So we’ve been best friends since, like, as long as I can remember, and I tell you everything.”  Betty slowly nodded.  

“Before you continue,” she stopped (Y/N), “is this about Jughead?”  (Y/N) bit her lip.

“Yes,” she responded. “I know you know I like him, and you and Veronica and everyone else always say that he likes me but…” she paused for a moment, “how?”

“How do I know?” Betty repeated.  “Because, (Y/N), he proposed to you!”  (Y/N) laughed at the memory.  “He lets you wear his clothes and, hell, his beanie! That boy is as smitten as you are.” She took a sip of her strawberry milkshake.  “Trust me when I say this, (Y/N).  Jughead is head over heels for you.”


Two days later, (Y/N) sat in a different booth.  Her normal booth.  Jughead had yet to arrive, and she was anxiously twiddling her fingers in anticipation.  The bell on the door jingled, causing her to snap her head to face the entrance.  It was not Jughead who entered, but rather Archie, Veronica, Betty, and Kevin.  They all smiled and waved at her, occupying a table that was within earshot of (Y/N)’s booth.  She groaned at her friends’ eagerness to eavesdrop.  When the bell jingled again, (Y/N) didn’t look up.  Jughead sat down in the seat across from her, watching as she slowly lifted her head to meet his eyes.

“Hey, Juggie,” she smiled shyly.  He smiled back, equally as timid.

“Hey.”  The two sat in silence, both contemplating how to phrase their newly found revelations.  How do you tell your best friend that you’re in love with them?

“How’s your book coming along?” (Y/N) attempted to make small talk.

“It’s good,” Jughead answered.  “Kinda slow right now since nothing has happened, but I figure it’s only a matter of time.”  They both laughed, and just like that, the tension in the atmosphere cleared.

“This is weird,” (Y/N) commented, referring to their seating arrangement.

“It is,” Jughead laughed. “Come over here.”  (Y/N) smiled and stood up, moving onto the same side of the booth as Jughead.   She leaned her head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

“Something’s different, Juggie,” she whispered.  Jughead looked down at her and smiled softly.

“Yeah,” he agreed.  “Things are changing.”

“You know, I…” (Y/N) struggled to find the words to explain how she felt.  She swallowed, then looked up at Jughead and smiled.  “I liked wearing your beanie.”  He threw his head back with laughter.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he rolled his eyes, but his smile betrayed him, “because I was humiliated.”

“You were not.”  (Y/N) lightly shoved him, and he laughed again before they both fell quiet.  They sat there like that for a few minutes, Jughead’s arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders, her head leaning on his shoulder, his head on top of hers.  Each of them were caught up in their own whirlwind of thoughts.

“(Y/N),” Jughead interrupted the silence, causing her to look up at him.  His voice caught in his throat.  “I-” he didn’t finished his sentence, but instead cupped her face and pressed his lips against hers.  She sat there in shock for a moment, and then placed her hand on his chest as she kissed back.  A few tables away, Archie, Kevin, Veronica, and Betty stood up and cheered.  Jughead and (Y/N) pulled apart, laughing as their foreheads rested against each other.  Jughead took his beanie off and placed it on (Y/N)’s head.  She smiled.

“Endgame!” Kevin yelled, pumping his fist up.  Everyone laughed.

“(Y/N), I-”Jughead started, but (Y/N) cut him off with a smile.

“I know, Juggie.  I know.”

Part four here

Some more Twin Things™ in honour of our favourite genetic identicals

-being pissed when people don’t make an effort to tell you apart
when the new freshman backliner is stuck cleaning the court after practise: hey Andrew, can you pass me the bucket of balls?
Aaron: it’s Aaron
Freshman: same difference
Aaron: *maintains eye contact while reaching out with his foot, knocking over the bucket so that balls scatter across the court* 

-being annoyed when people can’t tell them apart (”we’re not the same fucking person”) but also weirdly annoyed if they can (”you guys don’t actually look that alike!” “yeah cool what makes you think that your opinion is relevant???”) 

-hoarding extras so that your twin can have a share of the good stuff
Andrew: *takes the last two beers from the fridge, ignoring Kevin’s protests*
Kevin: why are you taking both, you know that’s my favourite brand-
Aaron: *comes out of bathroom*
Andrew: “hey, catch loser” *throws beer at Aaron*
Aaron: *swears and fumbles catch*

-’So who is the evil twin?’ questions.
Allison: *laughs*

-Matt and Nicky are watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows when the scene where Fred dies comes on. Aaron steals the remote and changes the channel bc honestly fuck that shit

-holding grudges for each other, even when the other twin has forgotten about it
“Andrew why do you keep targeting that dealer.” “He tripped you with his stick.” “No he di- Andrew that happened last year

-using each other as a comparison for all their weird health problems.
“urg, i feel sick.” “yeah that happens whenever I drink milk.”
“that sign over there is blurry right?” “…uh no?” “What? no, everything in the distance is out of focus.” “No it isn’t?!” “Fuck.”
(Nicky: oh my god you’ve been driving us around for three years)

-both twins secretly wanting to dress up as the twins from the Shining for Halloween

-using ‘We’ a lot
Andrew eats tuna, proceeds to break out in hives. “Dumbass, we’re allergic to tuna.” “oh we are, are we? since fucking when?”

-even when they don’t have any evidence for it
“nah we hate maths.” “actually calculus is alright.” “…who even ARE you”

-being more insulted when their twin is insulted than when they are
Aaron’s classmate in med school: your twin is, like, a pro footballer or something right?
Aaron: sure
Classmate: haha guess you got all the brains between you, huh?
Aaron: *not sure why he’s so offended, but offended all the same*

-speaking of med classes, Aaron definitely gets that little jolt of excitement whenever a lecturer mentions twins or twin studies. quietly like ‘hey, that’s me, i have one of those’ it’s a thing

-definitely have dealt with creepy dudes at Eden’s Twilight who just have to mention the Twin Thing. Andrew punched one in the kidneys. Aaron thinks he should’ve used a knife.

-the Five Second Fight phenomenon 
Aaron: *says something rude or aggressive at practise*
Andrew: *says something cruel*
silence. they stare at each other for a few seconds. Andrew slowly reaches out and flicks Aaron on the forehead. Aaron rolls his eyes and gives Andrew his Gatorade. It’s red flavour. Andrew’s favourite. They are both appeased. Everyone else is too scared to comment.

-they don’t have twin ~ESP~ or anything, because it mostly comes from years of over-exposure. they’re still working on that classic Twin Bond. 
*both of them studying at 2am”
Aaron: i freakin’ hate anatomy, why do i need to know that the hyoid bone provides attachment for the larynx-
Andrew: that bone is often fractured in victims of strangulation
Aaron: what
Andrew: in dead bodies. if the hyoid bone is fractured, often they’ve been strangled. Neil told me.
Aaron: 
Aaron: …neat
(shhh they’re bonding)

-anyway TWINSIES 

our little family pt.1 | park jimin

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader 

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au 

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever. 

“Jieun-ah, please.” Jimin sighed, as he tried putting her arms through the sleeves of her baby pink coat, which she shrugged back off again for the nth time making Jimin let out a soft groan of exasperation.

“Jieun-ah…” Jimin pleaded as he felt his patience go thin after a long tiring morning. 

“I don’t want to go to school daddy,” Jieun said softly, pouting as she looked at her dad with round eyes, the corners watering slightly before Jimin felt his resolve weaken at the sight of his little girl before him.

Sighing, he grabbed her hands and put on a large grin, “Jieun-ah, It’ll be fun!” he tried cheering, “Daddy had loved going to school all his life (what a lie) and really wished he could go again.”

“Then why don’t you come with me?” Jieun asked, tugging at the ends of her little pale blue sundress, the color contrasting strongly against her raven blank hair that tumbled around her shoulders in soft curls.

Cradling her face in his hands, her cheeks squishing up together making Jimin chuckle slightly, he said, “Daddy’s too old now, but if anything happens I’ll be there for you, alright? Do you wanna go now? I promise it’ll be great.”

“Pinky promise?” Jieun asked, holding out her pinky to Jimin’s face as he laughed a little, hooking her tiny pinky within his and bringing them together before pressing a small kiss to her hands, “I promise baby.”

“Hi guys!! Welcome! Hello!” you smiled happily as the kids walked one by one into your class, all their faces with expressions that varied, some happy, some mad, some scared and some with tears and snot dripping from their little noses.

Oh, children. 

“There you go Jieun-ah, I’ll pick you up in a couple hours okay?”

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anonymous asked:

Can I ask why you ship kamisero? This is not to be mean, I just can't remember a lot of their interactions in the manga or anime and would love to be reminded of why they work well as a couple

!!!!! Ooookay this is kind of a weird question for me and I don’t really know how to properly answer because… uhm… they’re kind of always together?? Actually??? I mean they haven’t really been the protagonists in any arc so it’s mostly background stuff but when they appear they’re more often than not together - here, have some panels I’ve found skimming real fast through the parts I remembered them being there

(+Mina!!! squad moment heck yes!!)

(+Kiri!!! more squad moments!!!!!!!)

(real talk more often than not if Kami and Mineta are in the same place Sero is right there with them, I try to pretend that’s not true but alas)

(+Baku!!! Even more squad moments!!!! This one’s from an extra, I can’t find the translated version anymore - rip - but they’re trying to get Baku to play the thumb game I’m gonna cry this squad will kill me)

also on the cover of Vol 4 👌👌👌

The thing about me shipping them is that as I said I do prefer them as friends, which they are and it’s adorable, but I’m always up for entertaining the idea of good friends in romantic relationships so I’m 👍👍👍 about KamiSero too haha

Yuuri & Yurio - Museum Guide

• The Yuris arrive at the museum together, and Yurio is quick dashing to the costume display

• Yuuri has a mini freak out about his costume being on display, worrying if it has been washed properly because he’s scared it might smell sweaty

• Yurio notices that someone is listening in, so Yuuri teases him that it may be one of the Yuri’s Angels. Yurio gets angry, starts shouting at the listener, so Yuuri quickly calms him down by saying that the listener doesn’t look like an Angel

Yurio: Whatever, maybe it’s one of your stupid fans then
Yuuri: Ehh, my fan?!

• Yuuri politely excuses them both, shuffling Yurio off to the next section

• Yuuri begins to pour compliments over Yurio’s short program, saying that it was “super amazing” and that he’s impressed with how Yurio surprassed Victor’s SP score record

• Yuuri comments that Yurio really made the program his own by the time they reached the final

• Yurio goes off, insisting that he still thinks the Eros concept suited him better than Yuuri. He complains about Victor all around, calls him an idiot… Then, softly mutters about how Yuuri did do a great job with his programs in the final, making them into something that suited him perfectly

Yuuri: Ahh, Yurio… you cried at the end of your free skate, didn’t you?
Yurio: I fucking didn’t!
Yuuri: All that emotion coming to a close, it’s easy to understand that your tears fell like waterfalls…
Yurio: Shut up! You’re the one who’s always crying, pig! Last year, you were crying like a piglet in the toilets!*
Yuuri: Not like a pig, but it’s true that I did cry last year. Then again, the fact that a Russian yankee kicked the door down trying to intimidate me is also true…
Yurio: Who are you calling a Russian yankee?!?!

(*Yurio says “buhibuhi” which is the sound of a piglet squealing. So he means that Yuuri’s crying sounded like a pig’s squeal, basically going “oink oink oink.”
However, Yuuri is clearly extremely unaffected by this, and remains gentle and teasing throughout)

Yuuri: Oh hey, Yurio… where’d you go off to with Otabek the day before the final? I saw it on social media, posts about a Kazakh carrying off a Russian…
Yurio: Hey, don’t you know?! My eyes are ones you can’t forget after seeing them just once, like those of a soldier!
Yuuri: Huh?!

(*Japanese “huh” can be quite mocking so Yuuri’s making fun of that statement, in his disbelief)

• The Yuris come up on the “Victor area” and Yurio is distraught by all the Victors, saying being there gives him a bad feeling

• It is also at this point that Yurio realizes… Yuuri is a hardcore Victor “otaku”

Yurio wants to get through the section quickly, but Yuuri lingers a bit. He talks about how it brings back lots of good memories

Yuuri: When I first saw Victor, I felt so inspired to continue skating. I wanted to get stronger, and I got a lot of that strength from Victor…

• Yuuri states that it is still hard to believe that Victor showed up in Hasetsu without warning, and ended up becoming his coach
(Yuuri speaks so softly and affectionately when talking about Victor, my heart)

• Yurio interrupts Yuuri’s sweet musings by yelling, “DUMBASS! You are always talking about Victor, Victor, Victor, nothing but Victor!”

• Yurio shouts that HIS era has begun, and that he is going to wipe Victor off the map. He asserts that next season he’s going to come out at the very top, so everyone needs to watch out

• The Yuris come up to the Kiss and Cry. Yuuri talks about how he put everything Victor taught him into his free skate performance. He says he felt so light and happy to be skating the Yuri on Ice program. He says he had no idea that he would end up breaking Victor’s FS score record, still sounding amazed

• Yuuri congratulates Yurio for winning gold in the GPF

• Yurio insists that both of his programs are great, and that Yuuri is only better at him in one aspect (FS). He promises that he will overtake Yuuri’s skills soon enough

• Yuuri says that’s good, that he’s looking forward to the next season and seeing how both he and Yurio will grow

Yurio: Hey, I have something I’ve always wanted to ask you… What is that thing you’re always holding onto in the Kiss and Cry?
Yuuri: The onigiri?
Yurio: No! The other thing, the yellow-black-white one!
Yuuri: Oh, the tamago sushi? Do you want it? It should fit right in your bag, here you go (gives Yurio the tamago sushi)

Yurio: What, really?! I’m not giving this back, you know, it’s mine now. This is awesome!
Yuuri: …You’re that happy?
Yurio: Yeah, I’ll give it to Gramps! He like sushi and eggs, so this is perfect! I wanna show it to him right now!!
Yuuri: Wow, you’re so excited… Makes me happy seeing that

• Yuuri and Yurio close out the guide with thanks to their supporters, with both of them saying, “Balshoy spasibo!” (A big thank you!) in Russian

Yurio: See you next level!

Truthfully, aside from the ice cold horror and fear that ran through him, Bob felt like it was full circle as Eric made eye contact with him while squeezing the last of an Aunt Jemima bottle directly into his mouth.

“What the fuck.” Is the only thing his son whispers under his breath and Bob turns to clap Jack on the shoulder.

“Congrats, son, you’re a chip off the old block.”

“We already knew that.”

“Eric is stronger than both of us.”

“What does that even mean?”

“I’ll tell you what it means…”


“The craziest part about this movie is the workouts!” Alicia laughed on the couch, legs curled under her and removing the costume makeup from today’s shoot. Bob smiled, stirring the pasta into the saute pan with his sauce. 

“Oh really? Anything I can work in?”

Alicia snorted, standing up and stretching in her sweats. “Maybe? Probably? A lot of it uses another person as a weight instead of actual weights.”

“Could you lift me?” They both laugh for a minute and then it peeters out slowly and she considered it for a moment.

“Yeah, actually, I probably could. Come here.” And she directs him to stand on the counter. “Okay now put one leg over my shoulder and then just kind get the other one over.”

It takes a minute and they’re both giggling, but Alicia has a firm grip on his legs as she adjust her stance and dips into a low squat and rises out of it with ease.

“Oh fuck.” It’s the only thing Bob can think to say as she does another one. And then he smells something burning, not quite the candle Alicia has in her living room…

“Oh fuck, the pasta!”

Alicia backed up so he could slide on to the counter and look at the ruined pasta.

“How does take out sound, eh?” He asked, color high on his ears as he dumped the ruined remains of their meal.

“Sounds good, eh.”


All in all, Bob maybe should have stayed off the knee. 

“Jesus, Bobby, just let me carry you up the stairs.” 

Thorny laughed behind them with the rest of the team. “Yeah Bobby, let her carry you.”

The both stopped and Alicia looked Dakota Thornton in the eye as she took off her denim jacket, handed it to Bob, squatted down and lifted him into a fireman’s carry. The laughter stifled out and Bob gave them a thumbs up as Alicia started up the stairs.

“Hey Bobby?” Dakota calls up the stairs.

“Yeah Thorny?”

“What the fuck?”


“It’s a display of dominance. Your mother lifted me, Eric guzzled fake syrup.”

“I hate this family.”

Zodiac Signs as Nicholas Hamilton Quotes

Aries: (“Wanna form a band?”) “I’m really good at the triangle.”

Taurus: “Bill Skarsgard…hot as fuck.”

Gemini: “Like bitch watchu on about I’m having the time of my life not hsaring my food with no one thankyouuuuuuu”

Cancer: “Looking indeed sexy yes 😍”

Leo: “Roses are red/Vic Criss is shit/Hey how many lines/Did you have in IT???/(the answer is 1 btw)… 1 line… just 1”

Virgo: “their**”

Libra: “Ooooo dayum Noodle Scalp you Vogue that camera u sexy bich”

Scorpio: “Give me Wyatt and we have a deal”

Sagittarius: “ayyy/Ur both sooooo hottt”

Capricorn: (“You’re hanging out with Wyhatt Oleff and he brings you a meat lovers pizza, bavarian, and blueberry muffins. What do you do?”) “Kiss him. Passionately.”

Aquarius: “#NationalBoyfriendDay” *posts a picture of Wyatt in a Dorito ad*

Pisces: “Wtf is going on”

Cute Bus Stop Guy

Sterek, Teen, 2K words, Meet Cute AU


Stiles groaned and took a very long swig from his travel coffee mug as he hitched his messenger bag up higher on his shoulder. It was barely eight in the morning, and consequently, he could barely keep his eyes open. He was a grad student for fuck’s sake, and it was understood that in order to make up for the shitty stipend and the whole working-around-the-clock thing, he got to sleep in until 10. At least. After all, if he was up until 3 working, it was only fair. But noooo, his advisor—fuck you, Finstock—had insisted on an early meeting today.

He passed the bus stop and realized that at least he was lucky in that he lived close enough to campus that he could walk instead of dealing with public transportation at rush hour. Small condolences, really, though.

He yawned and accidentally bumped into someone walking past him. Stiles tried to apologize, but the word got stuck in his throat when he opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of the person he’d nearly knocked over. He was about Stiles’ height but bigger, all broad shoulders and muscles capped off by really great hair and an unfairly attractive face. “Uh.”

The guy gave him a curt little nod and neatly sidestepped him, continuing on his way. Stiles snuck a look over his shoulder, and yep, the rear view in those tight slacks was pretty good, too. The guy stopped at the bus stop, leaning against the sign, and Stiles sighed. It was a dreamy sigh, even he could admit that.

He had a feeling he was going to become a morning person.

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I saw this and was like…no way…this cant be real…this has got to be a photoshop crap post…

But holy shit this is real

Cosmo has since deleted this tweet, but not before major news outlets picked this up and countless twitter users screen captured it.

I have NO IDEA what the PR person behind this tweet was thinking. Like…have we as a society become so shit that a woman can be dying or sick, but at least she is skinny, amiright?

I have a friend who is chonically ill and goes through weight fluxuations, and whenever she starts becoming skinny again (an indication of a downswing in her health), she will complain about the fatigue and aches…and some co-worker of hers will reply with “But at least you look good.” It’s salt on an open wound. It’s not the compliment you think it is.

Reminds me of how people, both men and women alike, piled on Angelina Jolie for eliminating her risk of breast cancer (she carried a gene that put her at greater risk) by surgically removing her breasts. better to be more appealing to cishet men than dead???

Runway models are so underweight and unhealthy looking, pressured to be unnaturally underweight and a size 2 is considered “too fat”…but hey at least they are skinny…Skinnier the better no matter what, right?

Like…what???

Cosmo has not as of the date of this post made a public comment. There could be just a tone deaf “I wasnt thinking whoopsie” story behind this. But still…that possible behind the scenes story doesnt erase the crazy, dangerous message sent by that tweet and corresponding in depth article. 

If anything…we have really warped ideas of what beauty “should” be….really warped ideas on body weight

little tattoos part ii

this is part two to little tattoos! 

you can read part one here

thank you guys sososoosos much for all the love on this fic. it was tbh a shower thought that evolved into so much more. im so very proud of this fic and i plaN to write another part, maybe two.

so YEAH 

thank you guys so much. it makes me so happy to see that people like my writing. i hope you all enjoy part two of little tattoos <3

summary: a soulmate au where everyone has a tattoo exactly like their soulmate

pairing: eddie and richie

words:  2085


Eddie sighed, approaching his house. He really wasn’t in the mood to convince his mom to let him go to Bill’s. He had gone over there seemingly a thousand times over the course of the past three years, but he still had to argue with his mother for at least twenty minutes before she’d let him leave.

His mom still, daily, tried to convince him that he did indeed have an illness; but he knew better.

Eddie’s mother nearly pounced on him when he opened the front door. “Eddie dear, come on, take your pills! You need them!” She said, so shrill it sounded like nails on a chalkboard to him.

He shook his head and got out of her grip easily, backing away and up the stairs. Eddie ignored his mother’s pleas until he shut his bedroom door and couldn’t hear her anymore. The small boy threw his backpack on his bed and threw his jacket into his closet, not bothering to hang it up. Eddie pushed back the door of his closet, finding a reflection of himself staring back. He frowned a little, looking his small figure up and down disapprovingly. Eddie bit his lip, slowly pulling his shirt up and over his head. His eyes scoured every millimeter of his bare chest and back. He thought that maybe one day the universe would decide to give him a tattoo, a soulmate, but there was never anything.

Nothing. There was absolutely nothing on his body, and he hated it.

Why him? Why did he have to have no soulmate? It’s not fair.

Eddie angrily slammed the door shut completely, causing the mirror to fall off the door. It hit the wood floor of his bedroom and shattered into millions of tiny pieces.

“Oh God, oh fuck” He grumbled, going out into the hall closet to grab a broom and dustpan. He cleaned up what he could, which was most of it, praying his mother hadn’t heard anything. If she did, he’d be in the ER before he could even protest or explain what had happened. He went to pick up the last piece and as he stood up to put it in the trash, he clumsily dropped it. Eddie hissed at the sharp pain that went through his hand. A small gash started to bleed on his right knuckle, right under a circular, blotchy birthmark. He swore quietly to himself, going to the bathroom and easily disinfecting the cut. He put a small piece of gauze and a bandage on it, deciding that was alright for now.

Eddie grabbed his shirt and threw it over his head, heading down the stairs quickly. His mother sat in her usual spot in front of the TV. She glanced up and upon seeing her son, she tried to get up as quickly as a woman like her could. By the time she got up and ran out onto the porch, he was gone. Eddie was too fast. He was already outside and on his bike, half a block away. After years of evading her, he learned to get out of the house as quickly as possible.

He arrived at Bill’s about five minutes later, hopping off his bike and propping it up against the side of the house. Eddie strode up to the door and knocked, waiting patiently. Stan answered the door, looking disheveled. His hair was a mess. It was usually a mess, but not like this. His lips were a bit puffy and red.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Glad to know I’ll be the cockblock this evening.” He joked, walking inside the house and kicking off his shoes near Bill’s bedroom door.

Bill chuckled a bit, and Stan shot Eddie a look. Eddie smiled innocently, walking in and sitting down on a beanbag on the floor.

“Eddie!” Georgie yelled, nearly tackling the small boy off the beanbag in a hug. Bill’s little brother was the sweetest kid, and Eddie loved him. The whole Loser’s Club loved him.

“Hey, Georgie! How are you, buddy?” He asked, Georgie, sitting down next to him.

“I’m good! What about you?” Georgie asked brightly.

Eddie nodded. “I’m good,” he said casually.

Georgie looked at Bill and Stan across the room, both of them deep into a conversation about what movie to watch. He glanced at Eddie before giggling. “Billy and Stan think you like Richie.”

Eddie’s heart nearly stopped. Was it that obvious?

He raised an eyebrow, looking at the little boy. “Why do they think that?”

Georgie giggled again and whispered, “It’s a secret.” before running out of the room, still giggling.

Bill and Stan decided on Buffy the Vampire Slayer after about five solid minutes of arguing. They popped the VHS tape and started to watch. About halfway through, Eddie noticed that Bill kept sneaking glances at him. He turned his head and saw Bill looking at him once again. “Is something wrong?” He asked, reaching over and pausing the movie with the remote. Stan looked at Bill and nodded, clearly knowing something Eddie didn’t.

“We know you like Richie.” Stan deadpanned, and Bill smacked his arm.

Eddie frowned. “I do not like Trashmouth! Plus, even if I did, which I don’t, he has a soulmate. It wouldn’t work.”

Bill shook his head. “Y-You don’t know that, E-E-Eddie.”

Eddie stood up. “Yes, I do! I’ve had a crush on that damn boy for years! I know I have no soulmate, I know I have no chance, and I want to stop talking about him so I can get over him.”

Stan looked at Bill. “Told you he’d crack.”

Eddie sighed, sitting back down on the beanbag. He ran a hand through his hair, blowing out air through his nose slowly.

“Y-Y-Y-You should tell him,” Bill stated, glancing at Eddie, who immediately shook his head.

“There is no way in hell I am telling him. Nu uh, no.” Eddie said, shaking his head again.

Stan rolled his eyes. “Just tell him, Eddie! You never know.”

After ten minutes of debate, Eddie finally gave in. He walked into school the next day absolutely petrified. Bill and Stan had convinced him to confess his feelings to Richie and he said he’d do it today. But now that he was actually at school, he couldn’t do it. He found himself reaching for his invisible fanny pack for his inhaler until he realized he didn’t need it.

Eddie walked up to his locker, entering the combo and getting his books out. He felt an arm fall around his shoulder.

“Hey, Eds!” Richie said brightly, pinching his cheek. Eddie slapped his hand off and shoved his arm off of his frame. The smile slipped off Richie’s face, but he managed to keep a small one. “What’s wrong, Eddie Spaghetti?”

“Stop calling me that,” Eddie grumbled, shutting his locker and turning the combination lock to 0.

Richie followed behind Eddie as he walked off, watching as he strode into his English class without a goodbye, and Richie couldn’t understand why Eddie was so upset. He never intended to upset him, if he did, but half the time Richie didn’t even realize he upset anyone.

The rest of that day, Eddie tried his best to avoid Richie. He took different routes to his classes in the hallways, he ate in the library at lunch, and the only place he couldn’t avoid Richie in was gym class. The gym teacher was very adamant about changing into gym clothes and then changing back into the clothes you were wearing. Eddie hated it, especially today, but he did it anyway. He waited until no one was in the locker room, or he thought no one was in the locker room to change back into his normal clothing. He avoided Richie during their class-wide game of soccer and he thought he was home free; he wasn’t.

The locker room door slammed shut and momentarily, Eddie panicked, thinking it was the Bower’s gang. But he panicked even more with the realization that Richie had shut the door.

“Richie, please-”

“No, Eds! I’m not letting you leave until you tell me what I did.” Richie said sternly as if he was scolding him.

“You didn’t do anything, Richie, let me leave, please.”

“Then why are you avoiding me?”

Eddie shook his head, trying to get past Richie. He repeated his question but Eddie still shook his head.

Richie was getting annoyed. “If it’s not me, then what the fuck was it? Did Henry do something? Did your mom do something? Other than me last night, of course.”

Eddie tried to get past Richie again and he got pushed back.

Eddie groaned in annoyance. “I can’t tell you,” he mumbled, wringing his hands together in a vain attempt to calm himself down.

“Yes, you can.”

“No, I can’t!” Eddie argued, gripping his hands together tightly. His knuckles were turning white. “I can’t!”

Richie was getting mad too. “Yes, you fucking can!”

“Goddammit, I’m in love with you, Richie!” Eddie hissed, feeling his hands start to shake from anger and fear and everything in between. “I’m so in love with you, but guess what? You have a soulmate, I don’t, and I don’t need to intentionally break my own heart!” Eddie ran out past a shell-shocked Richie, knocking into him with his shoulder on the way out. Richie didn’t move a muscle. His eyes were watering and he tried to wipe the water away as quick as he could, but they soon became to be too many tears. Eddie was sobbing. His chest hurt in a way he could never describe. It felt like his heart had literally broken. His chest physically hurt as he collapsed on the pavement outside the school. He grabbed the light blue inhaler that was in his back pocket and took two puffs. His breathing was normal, but he knew he had to leave. Eddie got on his bike and rode home.

Eddie went inside the back door, trying to be as quiet as possible so he could sneak up to his room. He turned the corner and dashed up the stairs, closing his door and propping a chair up under the door handle. He didn’t wanna deal with his mother right now, or anytime at all for that matter. He fell back onto his bed, sighing. Eddie held his hand over his head, studying the cut he got from the broken mirror. It was healing properly and wasn’t infected.

After about thirty minutes of off and on crying, Eddie heard an inconsistent tapping on his window. He tried to ignore it but after five minutes of it, he had had enough. He opened the window with force, just to get hit in the cheek with a small pebble. Eddie narrowed his eyes at Richie, who said “sorry” and put down the few rocks he had in his hand. “Listen, Eds-”

“Leave me alone, Richie. I don’t want your sympathy, I don’t want your pity, I don’t want to hear anything you have to say.”

“Just hear me ou-”

“No! I will not hear you out! You’ll climb up here, say you’re sorry and that you don’t feel the same way and that you want to stay friends. I won’t do that. I won’t. Leave me the fuck alone.” Eddie stated, slamming his window shut and drawing the navy blue curtains. The tapping stopped, and he hoped Richie walked away. He laid back down on his bed, glancing over at the wall beside him. Polaroids of him and Richie scattered the wall, along with pictures of the rest of the Loser’s club from a campfire last summer.

“Richie, don’t be an idiot! You are going to burn yourself!” Eddie scolded, getting up to shove him backward away from the fire.

“I’m not an idiot, Eds, I’m a genius in disguise.” Richie retorted, plopping back down onto the grass beside Eddie.

Beverly had taken a picture at that moment and that was Eddie’s favorite polaroid he had tacked to his wall. To this day, Richie still insisted that he was “a genius in disguise.”

Then Eddie remembered what had happened. He felt his eyes water with tears and his vision blurred as he cried softly, eventually running out of energy and falling asleep, face streaked with tears.

Richie had taken a long way home, trying to clear his head. By the time he got back to his house, he had a plan.

But he needed help from the Losers.


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Zen X MC: Stay

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 3546

Author’s note: This one shot was inspired by @myetie and I was given permission to use the similar plot as her comic’s strip. This one shot is definitely different from how her comic will turn out..just saying. A really big thanks to myetie  for giving me permission.


The last thing you remembered was laughing, enjoying the breeze that blew against your hair, your arms tightly around Zen’s waist. The engine of the motorcycle making rumbling noises.

How did something so enjoyable turned into something so horrible? Bright lights shone into your eyes, the screeching of tires could be heard and all you could feel was pain when the impact hit.

You felt your body being thrown off the motorcycle, your head hitting the road, blurry images filled your vision until it became completely dark. A few minutes later, when the police had arrived because of the accident, Zen awoke from his unconscious state, it was the sound of the sirens and the blinking of the red and blue lights that brought him back into consciousness.

“Mc ?” He murmured, trying to sit up but the pain in his shoulder held him down as he clutched it in pain. His mind started to registered what had happen and his only concern was for you. “Mc ? MC!” He yelled when he sees a figure lying on the ground.

Zen sees your injured body lying unconscious on the ground, your hair lying on messily around you, but what made his heart clenched the most was seeing your legs twisted in such a horrific angle.

“No,no,no,no! MC?!” Blood was visible on your body and all he wanted was to turn back the time.

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A week had past while you still remained in the hospital. Jaehee,Jumin, Saeyoung, Yoosung, V, had all been visiting you, talking to, trying to comfort you, entertain you, whatever the reason they visited for, you always welcomed their presence.

Their visits comforted the fact that you were paralyzed and could no longer walk, or run, or used you legs in general.

“Could you imagine it? I mean, that hacker was so stupid to not put up a firewall to protect his location, so I easily traced him through his IP address and I found him!” Saeyoung burst out into laughter and you chuckled.

There was a knock on the door and both your attention was diverted to the hospital door.

“I brought food.” Jumin entered and you greeted with a smile.

“Hello, Jumin.” “Food and wine! Food and wine! Food and wine!” Saeyoung started chanting.

“The wine is mine.” Saeyoung’s face fell at Jumin’s comment.

“Oh, I almost forgot to tell you this, but you don’t need to worry about Zen that much, He’s going to come around soon, let’s just give him a little time.” Saeyoung turned to you, sending you a reassuring wink.

“Oh,um..about that person…” You began, seeming a bit nervous.

“I,uh, never asked because I thought you were just talking about a friend or something….but you guys seemed to keep mentioning him a lot.” Your fingers clutched the blanket.

“Who is Zen?” That question made Saeyoung and Zen froze. Over the time you had been in the hospital, all of them had been constantly bringing up Zen, but who was Zen?

You couldn’t remembered and just assumed he was friend. Breaking the silence, Jumin’s phone rang and he excused himself from the room to take the call.

“Well, um, I think that is for you to find out later, just…” Saeyoung paused awkwardly. “Just try to remember.” He smiled but there was pity held in his eyes.

You didn’t push the matter, seeing how uncomfortable it made him. Meanwhile, Jumin answers his phone, the caller ID letting him know who was the one calling him.

“Zen?”

“Jumin, I need to ask a favor.” Out of all the time Jumin and known Zen,he had never heard Zen so broken.

“Where are you? The hospital said you refused further treatment and just left? I’ve been trying to contact you for the past week.” Jumin bombarded him with questions.

“Please, Jumin, hear me out.” Zen pleaded.

“Zen, MC needs you, are you really not going to visit her? What you’re doing is absurd.”

“She doesn’t need me! She doesn’t! I…I…I’m too dangerous, Jumin? I..I ruined her life, I don’t deserve her.” He was shouting at the beginning but at the end, it sounded like a chocked whisper, and Jumin knew that he was crying.

“Zen, calm down first, you’re too emotional, do not make such rash decisions.” Jumin ran his fingers through his hair in slight frustration.

“It’s because of me she got into this accident, it’s because of me she can no longer use her legs. It’s because of me! Please Jumin, please take care of her, I beg you.” And that was when Zen hung up, his arm sliding down and hung at the side of the chair he was sitting on, the phone sliding off his hand, landing with a thump onto the floor.

“Mc, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry!” Zen clutched his hair, his head tilted towards the floor and he broke down.

Tears wetting the floor as it fell from his eyes. His body shook, whimpers of pain, emotional pain escapes his lips, he’s trying his hardest to keep it together but every time he pulls a piece of himself up, another falls.

He tried, he tried so hard to get to you but he could because of his arm, his damn arm, he just wanted to hold you and protected you then but now there’s nothing to hold or protect.

“Why?” His voice shaking.

“WHY?!WHY?! WHY?! WHY?!” He stood up and punched a wall repeatedly,sliding down against it, his knuckles now bloody as he rested his forehead against his knees.

“Why?” He whispered, his heart crumbling inside.

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“What will happen when Zen finds out?” Saeyoung asked, leaning on the wall while Jumin sat on one of the hospital beds. Jumin sighed, closing his eyes.

“He already knows.” Shock became evident on Saeyoung’s face, absorbing the new information.

“How?”

*flashback*

“I’m sorry, this is all my fault.” Zen muttered, his heart breaking just by looking at the state you were in.

“Um, you must’ve mistaken me for someone else.” You were in a state between consciousness and unconsciousness. Everything felt like a dream to you.

“You’re so handsome, are you an angel? Have you come to take me?” Tears watered his eyes when he became aware that you had forgotten him.

“I’m your angel, but I’m not here to take you, I’m just here to say goodbye.” He forced a smile onto his face, his tears wetting his cheeks.

“Goodbye? Can’t you stay a little longer?” “I’m afraid not.” He closed his eyes, his lips kissing your forehead.

“Goodbye MC.”

*flashback end*

Your encounter with Zen at the hospital, you couldn’t remember. Two weeks after your stay in the hospital, you were finally released.

A few days had past, your life went on as usual, the difference being that you were now using a wheelchair, despite everything seeming to be normal, you couldn’t help but feel like you’re missing something.

There was an empty void in your heart, and what frustrated you greatly was how you couldn’t quite figure out what it was. From trying new things to going through old things, you still couldn’t figure out.

There were things you couldn’t do due to being bound to the wheelchair so you couldn’t help but think that it might be something related to you walking or using your legs but yet, a quiet voice inside told you that wasn’t it.

Of course, being handicapped forever wasn’t easy, you felt helpless, useless, almost everything you did was a challenge and you felt like a burden to those helping you.

It was a struggle, it was extremely frustrating that you couldn’t use your legs, adding the frustration of that emptiness in your heart, you were struggling a lot, night was a time spent crying because of that frustration.

The perfect cover was put on every time, no one could see past that cover, to someone, you looked happy, so positive as if nothing could bring you down, smiles constantly on your face but the truth was that you were struggling every day.

Pushing your wheelchair down the streets, you stopped at a shop to get a bottle of water. You were prepared to pay for the bottle when you stopped at the magazine stand, seeing a few copies with the same face. Ignoring the words on the magazine, you picked it up, looking at the man shown in the cover.

Just then, you were pulled from reality as images flashed into your mind.

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“Look MC, I’m on the cover of this magazine? You have to admit that I am good looking in this picture.” His red eyes shining brightly as he spoke to you.

“In that picture? Hmm, Zen, babe, I think you look better now than in that picture.” Laughter escapes your lips, your hands intertwined with his.

“Really? Mmmm, jagiya, you know just what to say.” He gives you an Eskimo kiss before kissing you on your lips.

“Hey! Get out of here! I’m trying to run a business!” The shop owner chased the two of you out and you both ran out laughing.

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“Miss? Are you going to buy that?” You were pulled back into reality when the shop owner tapped you on your shoulder.

“Oh, no, just this water.” You paid the money and left. You were more than confused, what happened back there, was it a memory? Was that the Zen your friends had been mentioning previously? Why did you referred to each other as lovers? Was that just a fantasy? The questions swirled in your mind, your heart strings were being tugged at that thought.

Lately, you had been seeing that man in your dreams, small images flashing through your mind, but this was the first time you had called him Zen.

Was he something that was part of your life previously? You pushed that idea away, you felt that you were just an ordinary girl, why would you be associated with a rising star?

‘Maybe I was a fan of him? That’s why I’m having these fantasy?’ You thought, it was a possibility.

Meanwhile Zen was at a bar, downing the bitter alcohol down his throat, another hand holding a cigarette between his two fingers. He had been in this bar for two days in a row, drinking and smoking, he no longer logged into the RFA Chatroom and was hard to reach, Jumin, not only worried about you, but him too, forced Seven to find the location of where Zen is.

Climbing out of his limo, saying a quick thanks to Driver Kim, Jumin closed the door, his hands tucked in his pockets while he walked into the bar. He took a quick glance of the bar and immediately spotted Zen sitting at the counter, emptying the bottle of beer.

He took quick strides towards Zen and sat at the stool beside him. Zen, noticing the presence beside him, turned to the his side and saw Jumin. “What do you want?” Zen huffed, gulping down the rest of the alcohol.

“We’re going to talk. Outside.” Jumin gave Zen a look that meant he was all serious and not in the mood to be argued with.

“What do you want?” His breath reeked of alcohol and by the way he was standing, he was quite drunk.

“I made a promise to MC.” Jumin began.

~Jumin’s Flashback~

You had just been given a shot to reduce the pain, it also caused you to be unaware of whatever you were saying or doing, almost like you were drunk, including the part where you couldn’t remember the things you did or said.

“Jumin?” His attention was immediately directed towards you the moment you spoke. He hummed in response to show that he was listening.

“Do you think I’m becoming a deadweight?…..I’m useless like this, all of you are better off without me. I…I can’t remember a lot of things. I don’t even remember who I was before the accident.” You took a deep breath, trying to hold in the tears that were trying their hardest to escape.

“Zen…..maybe I was just pulling him down, m..maybe that’s why he left me. I’m…” Jumin was surprised, did you actually remember Zen after all? Your fingers clutched the hospital blankets tightly, you couldn’t help it as tears streamed down your face, waves of pain rolling deep into your heart.

“No. Don’t ever say that. Never say that. You are so precious to all of us, you are more than we deserve. I’ll bring Zen back, if it will set things right.” Jumin pulled you into a hug. “I promise you, MC.”

~Flashback End~

“You promised her that?” Zen says in disbelief.

“She remembers you, deep down she does. Right now, she may not remember you, but she still does, somewhere in her heart. You know what is the right thing to do, so do it.”

“The right thing to do? It doesn’t matter if she remembers me.” Zen’s anger was rising as he spoke, he grabbed Jumin’s suit, he was no longer leaning against the brick wall.

“I RUINED HER LIFE, SHE IS DISABLED BECAUSE OF ME. BECAUSE OF ME! THE ONLY RIGHT THING TO DO IS TO STAY AWAY FROM HER. I AM A DANGER IN HER LIFE!” Jumin clenched his fist and delivered a punch to his face.

“PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER! You think that leaving her is the best option?! That you no longer would be a danger to her?! That you would no longer hurt her?! She thinks you left because she did something wrong, she thinks she’s a deadweight and she is suffering emotionally! Stop running away from your problems and start facing them! She needs you!” Zen remained on the floor, not saying anything as he listened to Jumin scold him.

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Shaky breaths escapes your lips as you looked through your phone. You had been so focused on recovering that you had not have the chance to go through everything in your phone.

Pictures of you and Zen kissing, hugging, doing things that couples would do were in the favorites of your photo album.

By now, you had connected the pieces and figured that he is your boyfriend, or was. Scrolling through the texts between you and him, your lips trembled, tears wetting your cheeks.

“Did I do something wrong? Why didn’t he visit me?” You spoke to yourself while memories attacked your mind, memories of you and him. While the memories were returning to you, your head was hurting a lot.

You knew that only half your memories had returned due to the missing pieces when you tried to piece them together.


From: Zen To: MC Remember to take care of yourself, and eat a balanced meal okay? I’ll be at your house around 7 to pick you up. I love you and I can’t wait to see you!

That was the last text he had sent, all of his texts were filled with so much love, but where did all that love go? What happened to it?


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Night had arrived by the time you had half your memories returned and gone through your phone.

Out of all the memories, the one that stood out the most was when Zen first asked you to be his girlfriend under a cherry tree, he had a picnic laid out, lights hanging from the tree, it was romantic.

Thinking that going there might help you to remember more of the memories which you had lost, you made your way there.

You almost reached the tree when you felt your heart stopped, his back facing towards you was Zen, you immediately recognized him from his hair. He was touching the tree saying something that you couldn’t quite hear, you made you way closer to him but not too close.

“Zen.” He froze, slowly turning around to face you.

It was obvious that both of you had been crying.

“MC.” There was a moment of silence between the two of you before you spoke again.

“Why didn’t you visit me?” You remembered every detail of the accident, and you needed to know the truth, if you were the reason or if something else was the reason.

“You need to stay away from me MC, I can’t cause you harm again. I’m a danger to you.” He starts to back away but his facial expression showed that all he wanted to do is stay, but fear kept him from moving forward but backwards instead. Fear that he might harm you again.

“You don’t get to decide that for me. You don’t get to decide if you might cause me harm again, it was an accident, one caused by a drunk driver. You do realized that it isn’t your fault right?” You say as gently as possible, trying to keep your voice steady.

“It is my fault that you got into this accident. I knew that you didn’t like to ride on the motorcycle and I still made you ride it! It’s my fault that you no longer can walk! IT’S MY FAULT THAT YOUR LIFE IS RUINED! It’s best if you stay away MC.” He yells, his tears starts falling down and he turns around and starts to walk away.

“I NEED YOU!” You were desperate for him to stay, which explained why you yelled.

“Please don’t leave me! Hyun!” He stopped walking but he didn’t turn to face you.

“Who said my life is ruined? It’s only ruined without you in it. Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry! Is it because I’m handicapped? I promise to be better, I won’t be a burden to you! Just please, stay!” Were you not getting the point? Zen clenched his fists, he didn’t want you to think that it was your fault because it wasn’t.

His lips trembled as he heard the words escapes your lips.

“I’m sorry! Please don’t leave me again.” Your voice grew weaker as you no longer could hold back your tears as they came flooding down.

“I need you! Ever since I couldn’t walk, all I’ve been feeling is pain, frustration, emptiness. I…I’ve been searching for what was missing from my life the past few weeks and I know it’s you. P…please don’t leave me when I just found you.”

“You’re better off without me,MC.” He starts to walk again and you immediately try to stand up and go after him but your legs fails you and you hit the ground, a cry of pain leaving your lips. Zen turns around and his eyes widens when he sees you on the ground and runs towards you to help you up.

“I’M NOT! I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT YOU! These past few weeks without you has been torture for me. Do you know what it’s like to constantly feel like you’re a burden to everyone around you? Do you know the frustrations of not being able to walk and constantly needing help? I needed someone to be there for me, someone to comfort me and encourage me. I NEEDED YOU HYUN! AND I STILL DO! I still need you!” He tries to help you back into your wheelchair but you clutched onto him, remaining on the ground, hugging him tightly.

Zen didn’t know what to do at that moment, he felt so conflicted.

“I’m dying emotionally, I can’t do this without you. Please don’t leave me.” You were shaking, though still not letting go of him. Zen looks at you and he feels another wave of tears coming but he does nothing to stop it.

He lets out a cry of pain as he broke down, letting every emotional pain that he had felt, out. He was sobbing hard, he had missed you so much, and being away from you was as good as death for him.

The two of you remained there in each other’s arms, letting every emotional pain out.

He pulled you closer to him, hugging you back, his chin resting on your head. Zen started to calm down, and he used his hands to wipe away his tears. “I’m sorry MC, I..I didn’t know. I thought it was better if you weren’t around me. I’m sorry.” He presses a kiss to your head.

“It’s..it’s not your fault, you know that right? P…Please tell me you do, because I…I don’t blame you, and I will never blame you.” Zen nods his head, his eyes squeezed shut,holding you tighter.

“I promise that I’ll never leave you again. I’ll be here if you ever need me.” He pulls away and one hand cups your face, his thumb wipes away your tears. He leans in closer until his lips touches yours, and at that very moment, every memory of him and you returns to you, but this time, there is no pain, only healing.

Sure, you were handicapped, you could not walk, but maybe now, it would not be as hard as it was back then, since Zen would be there with you each step of the way.

“Thank you.” You said to Zen and he begin pushing the wheelchair with you in it.

“Let’s go home MC.”

some more thoughts on the sensates, season 2:

  • will: this boy has TOO MUCH heart he cares about everyone so much i cannot believe a str8 white male character can give me so little grief everyone take notes. cheekbone game is also still strong, but with too much time covered in stubble imo
  • sun: SUN FUCKIN BAK i cannot believe how far my soft baby bird kickass diamond of a character has come she’s so GOOD, but she can also break your neck i love her so much. in more important news however she got reunited with her dog. heckin yes 11/10.
  • lito: continues being the absolute Most™ and we all love him for it. ”i’m practicing””for what?””for my future as a homeless, unemployable failure”. i mean what a fuckin Leo- also relatable as all hell. my beautiful proud gay son. what a gem.
  • riley: sweetest bean in the entire universe, most unrealistic part of s2 is that no one would trust her. she loves a dopey police officer from chicago so much and most importantly she really likes boning him. also shout out for her immense knowledge of graffitied hovels, v impressive.
  • capheus: my newest kid hit it out of the park. he doesn’t have a clue how he got here but he’s still the best person i know and if he doesn’t end up as the president of the world by the end of the series then what are we even doing here?????? also hell yeah my boy got some proud of u bud.
  • nomi: what the hell is this radiant angel and how is she making money. i can’t believe she’s responsible for all of the sensates not being in prison, mvp of the whole fucking show. she’s basically r2d2 if it was a hot, genius woman who fuckin OWNS it. 10/10 five stars would watch again.
  • wolfgang: “he doesn’t really talk” except when he does he BREAKS MY HEART. still the most problematic of all my children but i don’t care i just want him and kala to be happy god fuckin damnit. also i can appreciate the commitment to both his Look and his woman. good one dude.
  • kala: the rambliest and also the smartest, god bless her. honey thinks too much about good and bad when it’s so obvious that she’s a Hoe for the bad boys- specifically German bad boys with unresolved anger issues. also shot a gun and it was pretty fuckin hot tbh.

other thoughts on other characters:

  • whispers: hey man FUCK YOU and also FUCK OFF
  • jonas: what is the point of u doesn’t naveen andrews have better things to do honestly.
  • daniela & hernando: sometimes a family is two gay dudes and their drama queen best friend and that is beautiful..
  • amanita: QUEEN of supportive spouses also she loves nomi so much, can relate.
  • diego: i found myself whispering “no diego no” to myself and it made me laugh so there u go.
Good Shipping People vs Bad Shipping People
  • Person: Hi!
  • Me: Hello!
  • Person: So, I ship *insert ship name here*
  • Me: I do too! Why do you ship it?
  • Person: Oh, it's just so cute! I mean, look at them, both boys together. All of my ships are gay. All. Of. Them.
  • Me: I think it's good cause of evidence that supports it.... And how their personalities work.
  • Person: Really? I've never noticed that! Oh well, hey look another gay ship with them!!!! MY NEW OTP.
  • Me: Damn it.
  • Note: Do not be like this person. All ships have a way of being good, and you shouldn't ship just cause it's a boy and a girl or a boy and a boy or a girl and a girl. Ship cause you think that personally they could be a good couple.
Was I a good Sister?

Characters - Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester

Warning - Swearing, angst, character death

“Y/n! SHOOT NOW” I heard my father voice yell at me so I took my aim at the werewolf heart and tried to fire but I then realised that my gun was jammed! “oh no” I whispered

I saw the werewolf advance towards my elder brother and it threw him across , I watched in shock when his body slammed into the tree, the werewolf turned towards me but my gun was still jammed, I tried to shoot him but it wasn’t working just when then I heard a loud bang from behind me and I saw the werewolf fall to the ground, I turned around and saw my other elder brother Sam.

My father suddenly appeared in my view and ran towards Dean, me and Sam followed him, we dropped on our knees around where Dean lay unconscious. I tried to caress his forehead to inspect the damage when my father shoved my hand away.

“Don’t you dare touch him! ”,he snarled.

He then looked at Dean and tried to find if he had any serious injury on him. I looked at Sam but he was too focused on Dean. I then felt my cheek burn severely and loud resounding slap could be heard across the forest. I realised then that my father had hit me and he had me so hard that I was lying on the ground. I definitely had a bruise now.

“Dad, what the hell was that!? ” I heard Sam shout but my dad just glared at him and then at me, he shook his head in anger dropped down so he could swing dean’s arm around his shoulder.

Sam who was staring at his father in shock and anger immediately pushed his feelings aside and grabbed the other arm. They carried Dean this to the impala with me trailing behind him.

“y/n/n, go sit in the backseat and then we will lay him down” I nodded slowly and did as Sam said, the entire time I could feel my dad’s eye on me.

The ride to the isolated cabin was extremely quiet, I kept caressing Dean’s forehead and his hair and I kept on whispering “ I am sorry, I am so sorry ” and the tears trailed down my face.

Sam’s POV

I heard my little sister sniffling in the backseat and comforting my elder brother while saying sorry. It literally broke my heart to see her so upset. All I wanted to do was hug her tightly and tell her everything was going to be okay but if I say something now I know my father will be even more furious, I still cannot believe that he had hit her.

We reach the cabin and take Dean inside, we inspect him and wonder if any serious injury has taken place but he was just knocked out , I look over at my little sister and see that she was standing at door with an expression of fear plastered over her face. I smile at her but she doesn’t smile back.

After tending to Dean my father walks out of the room but not before he take Y/n’s arm in vicious grip, I spare my brother one look and walk out of the door.

Y/n’s POv

“what the hell were you doing?!
“I.. ”
“You could have gotten your brother killed you irresponsible idiot, why can’t you do anything properly?! ”
“Dad just listen to her”
“You stay out of this Sam, it does not concern you, we could have lost Dean because of her, you are the reason that your brother is in there….. Hurt”
“But dad.. ”
“JUST SHUT UP! I can’t even bare to look at you, my son is hurt because of you, you are an ungrateful, irresponsible and disgusting sister and I can’t even call you my daughter ”

That was it. This sentence did it for me, I was in pain ,not the physical kind the other one the one where your heart feels heavy and it hurts, I looked at my father with tears in my eyes but I would not let them drop.

“what the hell is wrong with you dad, why can’t you just listen to her, who says that to their own child?!”

My dad didn’t answer my brother he just walked out the door, Sam then removed his attention from John and then kneeled down so he could be of my height, he kept both his hands on my shoulders and looked me straight in the eye.

“hey, listen to me sweetie don’t you dare even for a moment think that you are not a good sister, you are the most amazing, beautiful kind girl in the whole world and me and Dean love you so so so so much! ”

I looked him in the eye but I did not have the strength to reply so I just went back to the room where Dean was sleeping.

Sam’s POV

I watched my little sister walk back in the room, I was so shocked to hear my father say such horrible things to a 13 year old girl.
I went in the room and saw that she was covering Dean up with a blanket she then sat at the edge of the pushed his hair back and kissed him on the forehead.

My heart melted right there, how could my father say such horrible things to someone as sweet as her, I just couldn’t resist so I walked up behind her and put my arms around,she turn around and put her arms around my waist and her face towards me, I hugged her for a while but then I felt her shoulders shake I looked down and saw that she was sobbing her little heart out so I kneeled down again so I could be of her level and then hugged her tightly.

“I am sorry, I am so sorry”, she said this while hiccuping in between her sobs.

“I can’t lose you or Dean, I love you too much, I am sorry ” I knew I couldn’t say anything to comfort her so I picked her up and carried to my bed, we are used to sharing beds so I lay her down and I lay down beside her I put my arm around her and gently stroke her back soon she is fast asleep.

Y/n’s POV
I wake up the next morning to see that my Sam was sleeping beside me softly snoring , I looked on the other side and saw that Dean was also sleeping, so I got up and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. When I came back I saw that Dean was starting to wake up.

“Hey Dean, can you wake up? ”, he groaned but slowly opened his eyes
“hey, how are you feeling? ”
“Ummm…. Extremely sore”
“well you were thrown into a tree so that is to be expected I guess”

“Wait, what the hell happened? Are you okay? ”

“Yea bro, Everyone is good, you were the only one who was hurt”

I grabbed his medicine from the side table and then got him a glass of water.

“Here you go”
“Thanks sweetheart, you know you always take such good care of us”

My smile wavered a bit as I remembered last night’s events but I didn’t let the sadness or the immense guilt I was feeling come to my face. I then took both his hands pulled him in a sitting position.

“you can use the shower and have a good long bath”
“Thanks sweetie ” he said looking at me but then his smile turned into a frown and his hand went to touch my cheek.
“Did the werewolf get you or something? ”
“No why? ”
“You have bruise on your face”
I immediately felt extremely tense but then I just brushed it off and then walked to the living room. I saw John sitting over there with a pen and newspaper he looked towards me and said
“We are going on a hunt tonight.”
“What? What about Dean”
“Your will brother will not go obviously ”
“Dean is not going to agree to that ”
“Just be ready, there were not ONE but TWO werewolf but because of you we could not kill it last night so I suggest do as I ask”.

Later that night.
Dean had thrown a bitch fit and was here saying he was fine and will not be left at home. I had persuaded Sam to not tell Dean anything now, but we could do it after the hunt. I had rechecked my guns atleast 10 times to make sure it wasn’t jammed.

We walked through the jungle looking for the wolf, but it had seemed like hours had passes but we still had no clue where it was.

I still don’t know how I saw but I did, the werewolf was standing behind Dean, it had raised its claw to strike at my brother but I pushed my brother put of the way and felt it claws go deep in my stomach.

Dean’s PoV

I saw in astonishment as my little sister pushed me out of the way and the werewolf impaled her in stomach. I raised my gun and shot him straight in the heart, the werewolf fell down with a thud.

I looked down at my little sister who was bleeding from the stomach profusely, I picked her up and put her head in my lap, I then felt Sam and Dad running towards us.

“De it hurts a lot ” she cried
“Shhhh sweetheart, don’t worry everything is going to be okay you are going to live and we are going to talk about cutting Sammy’s hair in sleep and well pranking people and making them annoyed”

My sister shook her head and coughed and I saw the blood trickle out of her mouth so I wiped it away with my thumb
“ I am not going to make it, I know it” she croaked
“No y/n/n don’t you dare say that ”, Sam said in a crying voice “ you our baby sister we need to here, I love you so much”
“You heard Sam sweetheart, you can’t go we need you here:

But she ignored us and then asked in a croaked voice
“Was I a good sister? ”
And then both me and Sam just broke, both of us had tears running down our check so we each grabbed her hand I said

“oh yes sweetie, you are amazing sister and I love you so so so much” I then looked at my dad who was standing with an emotionless expression. Y/n looked at all of us “ I love you. ALL OF you I am going to miss you and I am glad I saved you dean”

Saying this my baby sister took her last breaths and then her head just fell sideways, he beautiful eyes were now not looking at anything.
So I put an arm around Sam and pulled him close and cradled my baby sister in my other arm. Oh god I will never see her smile, never kiss her while she was sleeping, never see her taking care of us, never take care of her she is just gone.

My father then came next to us and said “I am sorry baby girl please come back”

And at that time all we wanted was our little baby sister to come back but I knew she wouldn’t listen because she can’t, thinking about this we cried and screamed at the sky above us.

@winchesters-favorite-girl @u-snavi @dreamin-of-somewhere-else @blacktithe7

@straightasdeanwinchester @percussiongirl2017 @peachwizard @spnsisimagines @nickiwinchester97
Wanna One Kang Daniel Prince! AU (Part 4)

And here we go, the last part of the Prince AU! Get ready for a wall of text, this is about 50% longer than the other parts (oops). Anyway, this has been such a fun series to write. You can find links to other parts here: 1, 2, 3. Enjoy! (You + Kang Daniel)

Originally posted by parkvmins

  • “(Y/N), do you like me?”
  • oh my god no nO NO non non ono noono nO NO NO what do i s ay oh myg od
  • “Uh, no I don’t, weirdo,” you nervously laughed, backing away from him, turning your face away from him so he couldn’t see the blush that was running to your cheeks
  • Daniel stood up, eyes curving playfully, his gaze boring into you
  • “Hmmm… I heard everything, though, (Y/N),” he walked closer and closer to you, you carefully backing up in response
  • What the hell does he think he’s doing right now oh my god
  • “What did you hear? You must be hearing things, I never said that I like you, you should get your ears checked out,” you replied, unable to meet his strong gaze
  • “There are different ways to say you like someone… and I heard,” Daniel began, poking your cheek, “someone here saying they wouldn’t mind marrying me… at all,” he finished, smirking
  • Suddenly, you had a sudden rush of confidence, standing up straight and looking Daniel right in the eye
  • “Well, last time I checked, “wouldn’t mind” doesn’t mean the same thing as “want to”, in fact all it means that I’m completely neutral about marrying you mister,” you replied, wiggling your eyebrows at him, walking right past him to take a seat on the bed
  • You were too focused on stopPING YOUR OWN HEART from exploding out of your chest to notice Daniel’s quiet “oh” in response to your comeback
  • And Daniel was having problems of his own: for some reason, he was… disappointed by your response
  • Suddenly, he didn’t want to talk with you anymore or finish his homework/lesson with you, and silently walked to his own end of the bed, climbing under the comforter, resting his head on the pillow to face away from you
  • He honestly felt like punching something or slamming his body against the bed but willed himself to complete stillness, not wanting to communicate his feelings to you in any way
  • He didn’t realize how excited and happy and built up he had gotten when you had whispered to him, thinking he was asleep
  • And now he knew he shouldn’t be mad, but here he was, unable to talk to you for some reason
  • You were shaken up as well, on the opposite side of the bed, and climbed in without a word, confused as to why Daniel had suddenly stopped talking to you… was he angry?
  • You laid down there, unable to fall asleep for some reason sometimes sneaking glances at Daniel’s huge curled up body
  • You fell into sleep, emptily staring at him from afar, confused about what was happening
  • Daniel, on the other hand, was unable to rest and forget about the night’s previous events
  • He tossed and turned in the dimly-lit room, sometimes facing you, looking at your sleeping face
  • Why am I feeling like this… 
  • He silently raged at himself, never having felt this way before, before one clear and frightening thought entered his mind
  • I wanted her to like me.
  • That was it. That’s the entire explanation, and he still struggled to understand why he wanted that
  • Daniel fell asleep out of exhaustion, his last thoughts before he drifted off being a complete mess
  • zzzz good night you two
  • The next morning, you groggily opened your eyes, only to find yourself face to face with Daniel’s shirt
  • It took a couple seconds for you to process the position you were in: all snuggled up in Daniel’s chest, his arms holding you against him
  • oh my gOD WHAT HE WHAT IS HE DOING HOW DID THIS HAPPEN
  • You two slept in the same bed literally every night, and this had never once happened in all that time
  • Keep in mind the bed is huge, and you two are all the way shifted to one side, leaving the other side completely empty
  • Nevertheless, you couldn’t will yourself to move out of Daniel’s grasp, you wanting to stay in this position… for as long as possible
  • You didn’t make a move, and closed your eyes again
  • In your logic, you two were on your side of the bed, so whatever happened wasn’t because of you, so you just went with it
  • You had no idea that Daniel was also awake and pretending to be asleep LOL
  • He was equally shocked when he woke up; he had no idea how he ended up in this position over the night, but he found himself enjoying the feeling of your body warming him up
  • He hoped you wouldn’t feel his heart racing, your face right on his chest
  • And the both of you just laid there, trying to keep yourselves perfectly still, secretly appreciating the other’s presence as much as possible
  • Y’all dumb af lol
  • You two would have just laid there forever until you turned into corpses, if not for the intercom interrupting your peaceful silence
  • “Prince Kang, Miss (Y/L/N), please wash up and join the family for Lunch at noon.”
  • that dAMN security system… the Queen and King are probably watching us like we’re characters in a movie, deciding to “wake you up” now
  • You both twitched in shock from the noise, sitting up in the bed, eyes finally meeting one another (and you two were both pretty much wide awake by now lol)
  • “Oh- um hey,” Daniel greeted you, the first words he had spoken to you since last night
  • You cleared your throat, “hey, good morning”
  • It wasn’t every day you saw Daniel at a loss for words – he was quiet and you two just looked at each other before getting up, mutually agreeing to pretend like last night and this morning never happened…
  • …or so you thought.
  • You were on your way out of his room, mumbling that you would go wash up first, when you heard Daniel’s voice call out from behind you
  • “(Y/N).”
  • You stopped, and turned around, to come face to face with Daniel – when had he gotten so close?
  • You looked at him, not having time to say anything, when his bunny teeth poked out from between his lips
  • “You like me. You totally do.”
  • wait. what? where was this coming from…
  • This time, you had nothing to say to Daniel, and just blankly stared at him, waiting for an explanation
  • Daniel smugly smirked at you, before continuing
  • “Maybe you don’t realize it, but you totally like me, I just get this vibe from you,”
  • “What are you babbling, get ahold of yourself man” you said, kicking his leg and running away
  • You didn’t know what Daniel was trying to pull here, and honestly he wasn’t sure himself
  • He just wanted not to be awkward with you, and for things to go back to normal – and that meant teasing you, even if it was over something that wasn’t… confirmed
  • And maybe, he was hoping to himself that it was true, and telling you that you liked him made him take his mind off the fact that there was a possibility you didn’t, serving as a source of comfort for him
  • Over the next couple weeks, you could count on Daniel to catch literally any small action you did and turn it into a “you like me” thing
  • Every night he would set up a pillow barrier between you two, claiming that other night that you jumped him and he was trying to “protect” his “purity”
  • Even if your hand slightly touched him for one reason or another, he would get all on your case about that
  • “OH I CAUGHT YOU!!!” or “What can I do, I’m so charming, even you couldn’t resist me”
  • Sometimes he’d purposely set you up, asking if you wanted some of his drink, and when you agreed he’d tease you for sharing a drink with him
  • Most of the time you were just too done to respond to him, only managing an eye roll or glare
  • Ong and Jaehwan saw all of this happen, and would give Daniel the "really bro” look every time (just to go unnoticed by him)
  • To them, it was obvious that all this teasing was just a sign that he had a huge crush on you (which they had picked up a while ago)
  • They’d whisper about Daniel right in front of him lmao
  • “Daniel is good looking, but really bad at dating”
  • “I have no idea what he’s doing”
  • “What a freak”
  • “It’s funny how he claims (Y/N) likes him over the dumbest things but he can’t realize he likes her over the same teasing he does to her”
  • “That’s dumb Daniel for ya”
  • Daniel was really like a little kid, unable to figure himself out
  • He was the type to tell someone directly when he liked them, but he hadn’t seemed to have figured out his feelings for you… weirdo
  • So you were stuck with all this teasing, but you were in too deep in your own feelings for him that you didn’t even care at this point LOL
  • Everything was stuck in this strange limbo between friendship and dating until one day, when you were to take a multi-day trip to attend a competition for one of the clubs you were in at school
  • And of course, Daniel made this big deal about you going to miss him
  • “If you get too sad while I’m not there with you, feel free to call me or anything (Y/N), I’ll make sure my phone is always turned on for you, I wouldn’t want you to be sad on your trip,” he teased, poking your cheeks (he tended to do that a lot lol)
  • The line between joking and serious was completely blurred at this point, and for the time being you didn’t make an effort to clear it
  • “Sure thing, fella, I could say the same to you,”
  • You went on your trip, and on your end it was for the most part uneventful
  • After all, you were already self-aware of your emotions for him, and you had already come to terms with missing him for a few days
  • but the case wAS DIFFERENT FOR MR. KANG HERE
  • He had laughed at his own jokes over sending you off, but once you had left, he was an absolute mess
  • That afternoon at the coffeeshop, Daniel barely spoke a word to Ong and Jaehwan, and kept checking his phone and putting it back in his pocket over and over again
  • After a while, Daniel couldn’t take it anymore, and told Ong and Jaehwan that he had to leave
  • “I think I’m feeling sick, I have no idea why, my head hurts for some reason, I’m going to go home early today guys”
  • Jaehwan and Ong already knew that if they told Daniel he liked you, he would just deny it and tell them they were crazy
  • This one, he had to figure out on his own
  • Daniel couldn’t focus at all; when he arrived back at the palace, he had no idea what to do
  • For some reason, he couldn’t remember what he used to do after school before you lived with him
  • He tried playing computer games and eating food but couldn’t stop checking his phone
  • “She definitely misses me, why isn’t she texting?”
  • He even checked his temperature, trying to find the cause of the weird feeling that was taking over his body
  • He flopped on his bed, staring at his phone and flailing his limbs around because he’s strange
  • Daniel found himself mindlessly tapping his phone to almost call you multiple times before catching himself and stopping
  • But on one attempt, he failed to stop himself and the call went through, unbeknownst to him LOL
  • “Hello?” Your voice called out from the other line
  • wa w ahat (Y/N) how is she here what why is she on the call
  • He quickly came to the wrong conclusion, that you had finally called him, quickly getting cocky again
  • “Ah, (Y/N), looks like you finally caved in and called me, I know you couldn’t resist, you totally missed me, but what can I expect if you like me so much,” he cackled out
  • You were, obviously, extremely confused as to what was happening
  • “Daniel? I didn’t call you though,” you replied
  • “Yes you obviously did, Miss (Y/N)”
  • “Daniel. Literally check your phone, you’re the one who called me, if anything, according to your own logic, this means you are the one who misses me and you like me, idiot”
  • wait, what? Daniel checked his phone log, the outreaching arrow indicating that he was the one who had started the call, his eyes nearly popping out of his head when he saw the symbol
  • He sat there in silence, shocked, still on the call
  • “Daniel? Are you still there?” your voice reclaimed his attention
  • “yeah,” he responded, shocking you – in that one word, you heard softness and vulnerability
  • “Uh- are you okay? Did something happen?”
  • Without thinking, Daniel finally let loose the words that had been sitting on the tip of his tongue for so long, shocking the both of you
  • “I think I like you, (Y/N).”
  • “What?”
  • Everything was becoming clear to Daniel – how had I not figured this out earlier? You’re literally such a fool, he thought, scolding himself
  • More confidently this time, he repeated himself
  • “(Y/N). I definitely like you. I miss you too.”
  • “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe this is happening now, Daniel I’m literally on a bus right now,” you quietly laughed into the phone, hoping the sounds of the bus were too loud for others to hear your conversation
  • Hearing your laugh made Daniel’s heart literally flutter, his feet kicking his bed in happiness
  • Everything was finally making sense, and that was in itself comforting
  • “Sorry I didn’t tell you before, (Y/N), I literally just figured it out. Like 30 seconds ago,” he giggled back at you
  • “You’re so dumb; this whole time you were the one making fun of me and telling me that I was the one who liked you, you fool”
  • “Well, I mean, you do, right? Like me?”
  • “No, I don’t, and now I’m going to tease you about liking me for months!” (you couldn’t hold back at this momentary revenge on him)
  • But Daniel felt his heart drop at your answer
  • “Wait, you don’t? But- but you always stare at me and joke with me and we’re just perfect together you have to like me!” Daniel cutely protested, and you completely gave in – you were a total sucker for him
  • “I’ve literally liked you since that holiday party months ago, don’t even I’ve deadass been waiting for a sign from you since forever” you replied, unintentionally confessing more than you had intended
  • “Wait what? Since the party? Oh my god, you’re SO into me, and I’m never going to forget it”
  • “Ugh I’m hanging up, I can’t believe I told you that,” you said angrily, but Daniel heard the smile in your voice
  • “Okay, we can continue this juicy information session later then, dumbo”
  • “I’M LEAVING BYE”
  • “Bye sweetheart”
  • “…never call me that again or I will end you”
  • “I thought you were leaving? Can’t seem to end the call with me? You really are in too deep girl”
  • “Shut up I’m going now” you hastily hung up
  • And the both of you just sat in your respective locations, with huge grins covering your faces
  • Not once could you two have a prolonged nice moment without turning to harass the other… but nevertheless, it felt so right
  • For the next couple days of that trip, you two called each other every night, but throughout the day solely communicated through those sticker emojis on the text message app (wtf)
  • When you returned to the palace after what seemed like the longest 4 days of both of your lives, Daniel was the first one to greet you, opening the doors of the palace himself, urging the servants to let him do it himself
  • You began to greet Daniel with a simple “hey”, but he immediately smothered you in a tight hug, making the servants giggle in shyness behind him
  • “Dan- dude I can’t breathe” you mustered out, your face smushed against his chest
  • All he did was laugh in response and drag you to his room, quickly closing the door behind him and holding you still in front of him, his hands cupping your shoulders
  • He looked like a complete puppy, happy and shy and excited at the same time
  • He still hadn’t said anything, and was still laughing, breathing heavily at the shameless running the both of you had just done
  • And just like that, you felt his lips on your forehead, there one second and gone the next
  • “Oh my gosh, that felt as good as I imagined,” he breathed out, sTILL LAUGHING LIKE HE WON’T STOP LAUGHING
  • You could only look at him, taken completely by surprise, rapidly blinking due to the closeness between the two of you
  • “Can I do it again?” Daniel asked, finally getting a hold of himself
  • “Like you asked the first time,” you muttered, feeling your heart dance as he wrapped a hand around your waist, pulling you closer to him
  • “Good point. Sorry about that. Can I do it again though?” he cockily asked
  • You snatched up some confidence you didn’t know you had, and pecked his lips in response, making the both of you pink
  • “Um- I couldn’t reach your forehead,” you sheepishly explained, leaving Daniel the one in shock this time
  • “Oh, sorry, I should’ve asked,” you apologized to Daniel, confused at what he was silently thinking
  • “No. It’s fine.” he rasped back at you, his eyes changing to something more… intense, before nodding at himself and simply embracing you in a hug, patting your hair with one of his hands
  • “I’m glad you’re back,” he mumbled into the top of your head
  • “I was only gone for a couple days, Dan”
  • “Still cmon you missed me too,” he prodded, slightly nudging your leg with his knee
  • “Yes I am aware”
  • “I mean, not like I had to ask, you’re the one who’s liked me since the holiday party, jeez”
  • You stepped away from him in response
  • “Oh, you wanna go there? Really? You’re the one who confessed over the phone after calling me and proceeding to claim that I was the one who called and missed you”
  • “HEY”
  • “HEY YOURSELF”
  • Welp, there goes that moment NICE ONE GUYS
  • And the two of you were all weird again, bickering as usual…
  • but you wouldn’t have it any other way :’))
  • The both of you officially dated from then on, making the King and Queen very happy about the development
  • And yes, they did tell you to begin preparing for grandchildren after you two got married, making you two very embarrassed LOL
  • You two actually didn’t talk about marriage, but it was looming over your heads
  • Jaehwan and Ong were relieved that Daniel had finally figured himself out, and they complained to him about all the times he annoyed them over it LOL
  • You two actually went out alone sometimes now, but for the most part your relationship was the same as before… except for the occasional attempts at romance and… intimacy aHEM
  • Daniel would do the cringiest things, like say dumb pickup lines and help you put on your shoes, calling you “princess” (which makes sense)
  • You would be mesmerized or disgusted by these efforts, and frequently made fun of him, but you both just liked each other so much so it didn’t matter much LOL
  • The King and Queen absolutely adored the two of you, and were incredibly satisfied that their master plan had resulted in fruits of success
  • They caught you exchanging your first “love you”s and blushes and the Queen literally screamed jfc
  • (why Daniel said “love you” instead of “thank you” when you passed him the juice at dinner one day was still unknown to this day)
  • And slowly, over the course of weeks, the both of you drifted together before sleeping, getting closer and closer until one day you both just began falling asleep in the other’s arms, both of you extremely content
  • And one night, as you two were drifting off together, Daniel’s voice softly called out to you
  • “(Y/N).”
  • “Hmmm?” you groggily responded, about to fall asleep
  • “I already call you my princess, why don’t we just make it official?”
  • Suddenly, you were wide awake – did… did he just propose to me?
  • Like you two were already set to have an arranged marriage in the next year according to the parents, but why were these words making you so happy?
  • “W-what?” was all you managed to get out, a smile already forming on your lips
  • “(Y/N), you know what I mean. Let’s get married?”
  • You couldn’t hold back your excited squeal as you pulled yourself into Daniel’s warm chest, quickly nodding in response
  • A year ago, you couldn’t imagine being proposed to, in the middle of the night, cuddling with the nation’s literal Prince Kang Daniel, but here you were… and now this life seemed not only normal, but necessary
  • “Okay, sounds good. Good night Princess (Y/L/N),” Daniel whispered, as if he didn’t just propose to you a minute earlier… 
  • And you loved him for that.
  • “Night, Daniel.”

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Originally posted by fydaniel


A/N: Ahh I hope that ending was alright… guess I wanted to keep it a simple contrast to what happened right before that 😉 This part came out to be longer than the others, but I really wanted to finish it up this time. Hope you enjoyed!

I haven’t been updating as frequently as I am preparing for pre-college things, but I also don’t want to rush so that I can make sure to put out quality writings that I feel confident about. Hope that makes sense!

Thank you once again for all of the patience! I know many of you have been waiting for a while 💖

Imagine Being The Only One To Make Dark Genuinely Smile.

Originally posted by clairinwonderland

(S/N):

  • slight cursing
  • that’s all I believe, enjoy!

~

Dark sat on the couch, one leg over the other, and a book in both hands. He delicately turned a page, then continued to straighten his tie. Typically aware of everything that went on around him, his focus was in stead deep with in the inked words reflecting from his sharp eyes. So buried in the world of flowing letters and imagination, he didn’t notice a pair of eyes watching him from the kitchen. Wilford Warfstache crinkled his nose, with squinted eyes and huffed.

“Look at him. He’s always so grouchy looking. Even when doing something as simple as reading.”, he criticized the darker ego.

Bing closed the fridge behind him, walking over and opening a can of soda.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile dude. So not cool.”, he took a swing.

“It ain’t good bruh, causes total stress!”, Bing said putting the drink down and pointing at Wilford.

Wilford sat against the island, twisting and twirling the ends of his mustache in thought. He was trying to think of ways to get the dangerous entity to smile. Partially because he had never seen him do so, mostly just smirks or dark grins. Honestly though, Wilford mostly just wanted to mess with him. While it would be interesting to see Dark’s lips turn up in a non menacing way, he also really liked to annoy him. Hmm, but how would he go about this without getting his head severed? A loud belch beside him made him grimace, and Wilford turned to see Bing.

“That was like…a ten bruh.”, Bing smiled, waving a hang lose sign.

Wilford smirked an idea coming to mind.

“Heya Bing~”, Warfstache slurred, turning in his seat.

Bing finished taking another sip of his drink, completely dense of the other ego’s underlining tone. “Suh dude?!”

“You like challenges right?”

“Ah dude! I freakin love challenges! Bottle flip challenge, maniquin challenge, don’t laugh challenge, food challenges-”

“Alright, alright I get it!”, Wilford cut him off, a bit annoyed with Bing. “How about this~”

Bing watched with interest as Wilford stood up, walking over and wiggling his finger before pointing into his chest. “How about a challenge to see who can get darky over there to crack a smile? A genuine one~!”

Bing thought for a second, his brows furrowing,“ Mmmm, I don’t know bout that bruh…”

A lot of things may have gone over the AI’s head, but even he was smart enough to know that Dark was a force to be reckoned with. He had lived with Google for a while before moving in with you, Wilford, and Dark. And even though him and Google may have not gotten along exactly, even his former roommate warned him of the dark entity sitting in the living room.

“Oh what’s the worry~?”, Wilford slurred, turning and wrapping an arm around the others shoulders.

“Too scared to take up a challenge Bing?”, Wilford grinned glancing up from under his lashes.

“What?! No way bruh!! Challenges are like, my thing!!”, Bing snapped stepping away offended.

“Great!”, Wilford clapped,“ Then you’ll have no problem with going first!”

“Wait, what?”

Bing didn’t have a moment to protest as Wilford shoved him forward to the kitchen entrance harshly. He glanced back at Wilford, who smiled and waved. Bing considered backing out, but his boldness stopped him. There was no way he’d back out of a challenge! He was Bing, and he was going to show that suspender wearing ego and every other ego that he was totally cool and could do anything.

Wilford watched with an amused smile as Bing made his way into the leaving room, skateboard by his side and striding up to Dark. Before he could see Bing utter a word to the other, his attention was drawn away when you had come into the house.

“Hey, what’s up?”, you greeted with a soft smile, laying down your bag on the counter.

You knew something was up as soon as you walked in and saw the shit eating grin on Wilford’s face. The two of you along with Dark had been living together for a long while now, and had become quite familiar with each other’s habits. You especially knew when Wilford was up to something, and it didn’t usually end well.

“Trying to get darkness over there to give us a good ol smile~”, he replied scooting next to you.

Looking over into the living room, you saw Bing, your newest roommate, speaking to Dark. You couldn’t hear what he was saying, but what ever it was it had made the dark entity mad. Dark had stood up abruptly and grabbed hold of Bings shirt, catching the other completely off guard. You couldn’t hear what Dark was saying in this moment either, but what ever it was it made Bing look like he was about to piss himself. Letting go of the terrified ego, Dark sat back down and continued to read, as though nothing had happened, and Bing shakily made his way back over to you and Wilford.

“What’d he say to you?”, you asked concerned for your newest roommate.

Bing’s voice slightly trembled as he looked up at you,“I’d rather not r-repeat it.”

You frowned and glanced over at Wilford as he chuckled amused,“And what’d you say to make him want to cut your throat? I’ve never seen him get mad that quickly.”

Bing glanced at you and quickly looked away when you made eye contact,“ I-I’d rather not repeat that either bruh, for like…the safety of my life and stuff ya know?!”

Wilford smirked and brushed his mustache,“ I suppose I win then~!”

“What?! Not uh!!”, Bing snapped back to his usual self.

“What do you mean ‘not uh’? Of course I did! You lost, your disqualified, there for I win!”

“Mmmm actually~”, you cooed beside them.

Both boys turned towards you, seeing the delicate smirk upon your face. “You don’t win Wilford. There’s still one person other then you who hasn’t tried.”

“Oh, and who would that be doll~?”, he slurred with a raised brow, leaning on his elbow close to you.

“Me~”, you winked.

“…you can’t be serious.”, both ego’s said at once.

“Of course I’m serious!”, you grinned.

“Sorry to say it bruh, but Dark is colder then well…uh, cool?”, Bing tried scratching his cheek.

“I hate to agree with the five here, but he’s right (y,n). You’ll only have your feelings crushed by that manipulative ass hat.”, Wilford confirmed, twirling the ends of his stache.

You scoffed,“If I make him smile, you both owe me ice cream.”

“Fine, but it’s your death bed.”, Wilford said raising his hands.

“Good luck, bruh! You’ll need it.”, Bing wished you off as you strode confidentially into the living room.

Dark sighed softly, leaving a bookmark in the second to last chapter of his book before closing it. Cracking his neck, he felt satisfied at the sounds of popping joints.

“Hey Dark~”

Said man looked up, his eyes narrowed expecting to see Wilford, but slightly calmed when he saw it was you.

“Yes? What is it?”, he asked coldly.

You smiled and sat down beside him.

“Oh nothing~”

“Bullshit.”

“What? I can’t just hang out with my roommate?”

Dark narrowed his eyes skeptically,“ I know you (y,n). Now what do you want?”

You sighed, giving up your facade and sprawling down over his lap. You felt him stiffen some, but he didn’t make any notion of pushing you off.

“Okay, so maybe I do want something.”

“And what would that be?”, he asked with his usual, unamused expression.

“Well um…”, your eyes flicked around the ceiling, refusing to look at his face.

Dark watched you with a blank stare, his body relaxing some and becoming used to the warmth that you provided. Biting the bottom of your lip, you finally looked up at him. He raised a brow wondering what was bothering you so much to make you fidgety. Waving your hand down, you motioned for him to come closer. Again he raised his brow, but leaned in none the less. Lifting up a little, you cupped your hands by your mouth and whispered into his ear.

Meanwhile, Wilford and Bing sat on the edge of their seats in the kitchen, trying their hardest to hear what was being said. They were honestly shocked that Dark had even let you lay on him like that. To say the least, both boys were pouting slightly because of it.

Finishing what you had to say, you leaned your head back down in Dark’s lap, looking up at him with a tiny smile. Dark was still leaned forward, processing what you had just told him. Glancing down at you, his dark eyes met your (e,c) ones, and in that moment, he lost it. He threw his head back and a noise strange to the ears of the other two ego’s filled the house.

Dark was…laughing!

Not that sadistic, physcotic cackle that had been deemed his only form of showing any hint of closeness to feeling joy. No, he was laughing purely. It was deep and wholesome, completely foreign to Wilford Warfstache and Bing. Their mouths hung open, eyes wide as Dark’s laugh calmed and he wiped away a stray tear. You smiled below him, teeth showing and eyes crinkled at the edges.

“Well?”, you giggled.

Dark breathed in a soft laugh,“You’re utterly redicioulus, that’s all I have to say.”

“But you laughed~”, you pointed out endearingly.

Dark chuckled shaking his head slightly and…was that…a smile? Indeed it was. A genuine, heart felt smile spread across Darkiplier himself.

~xXx~

(A/N: what is this?! A darkiplier imagine?! Why yes, I do think its is! -3-/ )