can i meet a stranger like this

Pride

Can also be found on AO3 and FF.net, also under the cut…

Authors Note: This is my ninth prompt for the Olicity Hiatus-Fic-A-Thon organised by @thebookjumper This is my one-shot version. Now a few words, as with these versions they are SMUTTY, they are NSFW!!! This isn’t as smutty as usual, I got more carried away with the story itself to be honest. I like this one, so I hope you do too! x

Summary: Olicity AU. CEO, Felicity meets a handsome stranger whilst clubbing. 

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forcekenobi  asked:

4 & 12!

4. Who is your favorite guest player character?

Oh gosh. I really, really enjoy Zahra. Just right from the start in her first appearance, she RPs the heck out of that high charisma score and wins everyone over (even Vex, eventually). She’s got every reason, in-character, to be broody and angsty and avoid making connections with strangers, but instead she’s just this kind of intense ball of (sometimes teasing) love and appreciation for pretty much everyone she meets, with a rock-solid air of confidence and charm that is really, really refreshing. High-charisma can come across as bubbly or sleazy, but she hits that extremely believable balance of making whoever she’s interacting with feel like the most important person in the room. Just an absolute delight!

12.  Name a moment that’s stuck with you.

There have been SO MANY and I am so happy that I’m getting asked this multiple times because I get to bring up a bunch. Here’s one that came out of the blue: in episode 40, when Grog’s alone with Percy in his workshop and things have gone completely sideways, he says that the entity in the skull wanted people who’d been touched by darkness. “That’s you, and that’s me. It said it wanted you, but I wasn’t about to let it have you.” The whole episode was so good because it was the whole party dealing with a truly impossible situation that directed a lot of their anger and desperation inward, and obviously things escalated here, but that level of concern between two characters who very rarely interacted or had much in common was such a great reminder in the midst of all this horrific bleakness that, fundamentally, this is the story of a bunch of misfits who saved each other and just kept on doing it and would keep on doing it until they couldn’t anymore. Intra-party conflict can feel a bit contrived, but this was really just an example of everyone trying to protect each other, so it was simultaneously believable and heartbreaking. This show does that kind of thing so well.

I want to tell a quick story about how important representation in television is, and how Sense8 is really making a tangible difference. You can repost if you like, I thought your followers might enjoy it.

My dad is a wealthy, white, conservative male who voted for Trump. He’s not a hateful person…in fact he’s one of the kindest people you’ll meet and he can talk to a random stranger for hours. But he’s extremely fiscally conservative and tends to have a narrow world view. 

He and I argue a lot. He calls me a naive liberal who has no idea how the real world works. I call him a decrepit old man who wouldn’t know innovation if it kicked him in the teeth. It’s our way of keeping each other on our toes. 

But we love to watch TV together. Game of Thrones, House of Cards, and Vikings are a few of our favorites. I always held off on showing him Sense8…I honestly didn’t think he’d like it. But one day he asked me “What should we watch next?” and I though…why not?

He absolutely loved it. Yeah he thought the sex scenes were a little gratuitous, but he couldn’t stop watching. He even started talking about it to all his brothers and friends during our BBQ. I was so pumped he enjoyed it. 

But it was one scene in particular that really changed things for him: Nomi’s speech during her sister’s rehearsal dinner in episode 2x8. 

You see, my dad thought Nomi’s relationship with her Mom was unrealistic. He said “Parents love their kids unconditionally. No real mother would ever say those types of things. I mean…she’s not abusive. She’s not a drug addict or an alcoholic. And clearly no money problems at home. A real mom wouldn’t hate their kids just because.”

I was floored and didn’t know what to say at first. He had called me sheltered and naive so many times…and then he says something like that. I realize that it’s because he loves me so much (and would still love me so much even if I were trans) that he found a character like Nomi’s mom not just unrelatable, but completely unrealistic. 

But eventually I say this. 

“Dad…about half of homeless youth are LGBT. Believe it or not, this is one of the most realistic parts of the show.”

To which he replies: “Oh. Really? I…didn’t know that.”

And then a few minutes later Nomi’s says her speech and I look over and my dad is tearing up, just a little. 

“You doing alright over there?”

“Yeah…yeah I just….I’m fine. But I think I get it a little more now.”

So that’s my story. Even old white guy who voted for Trump is heartbroken about Sense8’s cancellation. That says a lot about how big a mistake Netflix is making. 


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From the Other Side of the Signing Table

“I don’t know what to say to you,” the girl said. “Um, thanks, I guess.”

“Thanks is good,” I replied.

Silence stretched, punctuated only by the scuffle of a Sharpie on a page.

We were in the same boat, the girl and I — both at a book festival, both at the end of a long day full of people, both in a signing line that had been going on for an hour already. There was only one big difference between us: she was on one side of the table, and I was on the other. Sometimes that difference seems to matter more than others.

Before I was published, I read a lot of accounts of what it was like to have your work out there, but I never read anything about what it was like to have yourself out there. I suppose I never really thought about it, to tell you the truth. I thought you wrote a book and hopefully people liked it and if I thought about book tours at all, I figured they involved standing on a stage for a bit before disappearing into a rental car. The truth, however, is that now — ten years and fifteen novels in to my career — most of my hours in front of people are spent in a signing line. Forty minutes on a stage or behind a table for a panel, and then two or three hours meeting a few hundred strangers. I had no idea what it would be like.

This is what it’s like.


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Reblog if I can message you and befriend you

I found few amazing people here and I want to meet more, since I am incapable of making friends in real life!

(I’m shy and awkward tho, so our conversations might be weird at the beginning. But I will try my best.)

Contacting Spirit Guides and other entities

If you have questions, message me. Spirit work is no joke!

Before we go over the steps of real contact with spirit, let’s go over some warnings and some advice on technique. This guide will work for calling any spirit, whether it be a fluffy unicorn bunny or something extremely uncomfortable and dangerous. It’s like picking up the phone: anyone can be on the other end.

When you do spirit work, you are interacting with a real world filled with infinitely many, and infinitely varied, beings.

  • There are some spirits that prey on humans like wolves prey on rabbits.
  • There are some spirits that are extremely kind and helpful.

In my experience, whatever you call will come.

If you leave your request open-ended, anything may come to you.

The more specific you are, the better.

But you must understand what you are doing when you call spirits to you.

For example:

  • “Spirits of light, come to me!” Many demons are considered to be “of light”, as well as gods you may be uncomfortable dealing with (Lucifer comes to mind).
  • “All spirits of darkness, leave me!” Well, spirits of all nocturnal animals could be interpreted as being spirits of darkness. The essence of storms and night-time, or even a spirit of sleepiness, could be considered spirits of darkness. Are you sure these are forces you want to send away?

Do not use poetic language. Speak plainly.

Instead of using flowery language, simply say what you mean.

Begin by writing down your intent.

  • What kind of spirit do you want to interact with? (Good, evil, nice, kind, mean? Nature, elemental, bunny, unicorn, demon?)
  • What is your purpose for calling this spirit? (Searching for a guide/guardian/teacher/friend? Have questions to ask? Need help with magic?)
  • How powerful do you believe this spirit will be? Is it going to be more powerful than your abilities to banish it? Never call up what you cannot put down.
  • What do you have to give back to this spirit? (Offerings? Time? Energy?)

In my experience, all spirits get something out of an interaction with a human. It could simply be that their curiosity is sated. A spirit could just be curious as to what kind of human is sending out a call in to their world! It could be that helping or aiding you assists their calling in life or a job they currently have. It could also be that they would like some kind of payment in return, such as offerings of incense, food, or drink. If you have the ability and inclination, have some small offerings on hand. Coffee, tobacco, any foods (I find they seems to like processed foods less), and any alcohols are good. Even a glass of fresh water and/or a little incense will be good.

Once you have your intent written down, formulate your call. Here are three example calls that I would use myself.

  • “I am [magical name]. I am calling out to the spirit world. I am seeking any good and helpful spirits that are willing to help a human such as myself. I wish for assistance with [guardianship/teaching/guidance/etc]. Please come to me so we may interact.”
  • “I am [magical name]. I am calling out to the spirit world. I am seeking any noble and strong warrior spirits that are willing to help a human such as myself. I wish for assistance with guarding my home. In return I can offer brandy and cigars. Please come to me so we may make a deal.”
  • “I am [magical name]. I am calling out to the spirit world. I am seeking a spirit of storms and rain that are willing to help a human such as myself. I wish for rain to be brought to my region. In return I will tell others about my experience so you gain fame in the human world. Please come to me so that we may help each other.”

Quick notes:

  • For spirit work, try adopting a magical name. It does not sit well with me that someone uses their true name immediately with spirits. It’s like giving your telephone number to every stranger you meet. I use my online name, typically Briar although now it is Thicket. Magical names do not have to be permanent. Choose any name or word you like.
  • “I am calling out to the spirit world” can be replaced by any phrase or action that connects you with “the other side”. Find an action or method of connection that feels comfortable to you.
  • It is important to mention that you would like a spirit who wants to help you! It may seem self-evident, but trust me, it is not. Plenty of spirits come to my call who just want to see what’s going on, or who want a chance at the offerings at my side.

Actually calling the spirits, interacting with them, and formulating a relationship

Suppose you would like to meet any guardian or guide spirits that you may have already. Try using a call like this:

“I am [magical name]. I am calling out to the spirit world. I am seeing any guardians, guides, or helpful spirits that are attached to me. Please visit me so I may get to know you.”

Take your notebook and write down the exact call you plan on using. If you like, have some offerings on hand (this is just good form in general). Have with you any divination tools you plan on using. Also have with you the basic tools for banishment.

Sit in a quiet place. Make your environment as witchy as possible to get you in the right mindset. Candles and incense work great if you have them, otherwise try atmospheric music. Do whatever it takes to make you feel like you are connected to the “other” world. Try praying for protection or wearing protection amulets that you may have.

When you are ready, read your call. Read it out loud or mentally, it doesn’t matter; nothing on this plane of existence will hear it anyway.

At this point one of two things will happen: a spirit will visit you, or it will not.

If a spirit does not appear within a few moments, read your call again. Repeat this for three calls total, then try again the next day or the next week. If necessary, do divination to discover why spirits did not want to appear for you. Is it possible the spirit you called for does not exist? Try a different call (more will be listed below) for practice. Is it possible you just do not know how to detect a spirit if it does appear? If nothing seems to be working after a week or so of trying, send me a message. Please send me the exact calls you used.

Remember that spirits are not physical. It is extremely uncommon that a person will see a spirit with their two eyes. A being isn’t just going to appear three dimensionally in your bedroom. Most likely, that being will appear within your imagination. The imagination is an extremely powerful magical tool and should not be ignored because it is “make believe”. If you call an air elemental you may imagine a whirlwind, a bird, a cloud, or anything else that is ‘airy’ in nature, for example.

When your imagination suddenly changes with an image of something, mentally or verbally greet it. Try, “Hello, you may call me [magical name]. Are you replying to my call?”

Understanding what a spirit is communicating to you is tricky. If only they spoke plain English! Look for any sign that the spirit has responded. The image of the spirit may seem to move closer to you, or further away. It may appear to be happy, sad, or upset. You may suddenly get empathetic feelings of agreement or disagreement. You may actually hear, feel, or think words. It is your job to interpret what the spirit is trying to communicate with you. If you like, ask the spirit to influence your divinatory tools so you can communicate through those.

Avoid repeating questions. They do not seem to like it. Ask once, and if you can’t interpret, apologize and ask another question instead.

If absolutely nothing seems to happen, take it as a sign that the spirit did not respond to you. In this situation, if the spirit does not respond, say, “if you are not here to answer my call and assist me, please leave. Thank you for your time.” There is no need to be hostile or rude, just send them away. If they refuse to leave, it is time to banish.

If something does happen, for example if you sense a feeling of agreement or the image seems to nod at you, take this as an affirmative that the spirit is here to answer your call. Continue with your line of questioning. Try these questions:

  • “What may I call you?” (Do not ask for their name directly, I have never had good results when I do).
  • “Are you [the spirit I asked for]?”
  • “Would you like to continue communicating this way?”
  • “What is your role in my life?”

If you are here to make a deal and get it over with, don’t drag out the small talk. “Are you the spirit I called for? Will you protect my house for some brandy? Awesome, I’ll pay you once a week and we’ll revisit the contract in a month.”

If you are there to make a lasting connection, speak for as long as you like or until the spirit appears to become restless or bored.

When the spirit departs, or when you ask it to depart, the mental image of them should leave their mind. Carefully distinguish between having that spirit actively within your imagination, and memories of the spirit within your imagination.

After this first meeting, you can call the same spirit by the name they gave you. Try, “the spirit that gave me the name [spirit’s name] on the date [the date you first met the spirit], please come to me so we may speak.”

Banishment

I don’t have the time or inclination to include full banishing rituals in this small guide. Simply google “how to banish a spirit” or ask a friendly Tumblurian to help :)

Detecting fakes

Alright, so here’s what you gotta do. Just pay attention. If something feels disturbing, wrong, or scary, DO NOT IGNORE THOSE FEELINGS. Fear is an instinct that exists to keep us safe. It is not you being a scaredy cat. It is not you being silly, nervous, or having stage fright. Ask the spirit to leave immediately and do a quick cleansing on your space.

Think about what you asked for and judge a spirit by those standards. An air spirit is not going to take the form of a boulder. A rain spirit is not going to take the form of a candle flame.

If something sounds too good to be true, it is. If a spirit is telling you that you are the chosen one, that you need it to be powerful, etc., you are going to be dinner. Send it away.

Practice calls

I would consider these calls to be relatively safe and good just to get a little experience in. Ask these spirits to come visit you for a short time, then bid them farewell. There is no need to get a name from them unless you really want to call them back. The offerings are just suggestions, to give you some ideas.

  • “I am seeking rabbit or hare spirits that wish to visit me in exchange for some fresh lettuce.”
  • “I desire to contact any spirits of flowers who are nearby, so I may appreciate your beauty.” (Remember to give the flowers many compliments in exchange for their time)
  • “I would like to visit with a good and benevolent water spirit who will teach me about healing.”
  • “I am seeking a dog spirit who would like a nice treat in exchange for his time.”
  • “I wish to speak with a bird spirit, who can show me what the world looks like from the sky. In exchange I can offer bird seed.”
  • “I wish to contact a spirit of beauty who can help teach me magics for clearer skin. In exchange I can give you three dried roses.”
  • “I would like to call upon the spirit of clutter that lives in my home, so that we may make a deal for you to leave my property.”
  • “I would like to call upon the ghost of [my deceased pet*****] so we may visit and share good times.”
  • “I desire to contact any good and benevolent spirits who are directly involved in my life, so we may speak and get to know each other.”
  • “I desire to contact any spirits who wish harm against me, so I may make amends and heal our relationship.”
  • “I am seeking a spirit of hard work to bless me in my future endeavors, in exchange for a small shrine built in your honor.”

*****DO NOT call human relatives to you at this point. It is way too easy for a demon or spook to pretend to be a human relative. It is okay if human spirits come to you in general, but it is a suckerpunch to the gut to realize that your beloved departed is really an evil spirit in disguise. Stick with animal friends for now.

Calling gods and other such beings

This method will work to call gods as well. Be very careful of petty spirits that pretend to be gods. Judge each being by its folklore and what you know about them.

What to do with offerings?

For any offering, set it aside and watch the spirit enjoy it. When the spirit is done, dispose of the offerings just as you would clear a plate from the guest table.

Pour any liquids on to the ground or down the drain. Bury or compost foods, or dispose of them in the trash. Simply allow incense to burn and throw away the ashes.

LET THIS BE A REMINDER THAT JUST BECAUSE FRANK DOESN’T SAY ANYTHING DOESN’T MEAN HE’S NOT UNCOMFORTABLE

this is the exact same thing with how he said hugs make him uncomfortable but he doesn’t want to disappoint people so he doesn’t know how to say no.

OCCASIONALLY if frank is in a good mood or someone is very upset/emotional while talking to him he will hug them of his own accord. people have also said that he held their hand to comfort them while talking to them. but don’t use seeing him do this with someone else as an invitation to do it yourself. 

so please, as i have said countless times, don’t ask him for a hug. don’t ask him to hold his hands. and for love of god don’t just grab or touch him without even asking. you are a stranger to him. 

if you’ve done it in the past, there’s no need to get defensive over it, you didn’t know, now you do, and you can go into future interactions with him with this knowledge in mind. it’s all about respect and making sure we’re not doing things that make him want to stop meeting people.

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Here’s the thing: Marinette had her perfect date with Adrien.

Maybe it wasn’t perfect, but it was good and he was sweet and honestly? That was all that mattered. It was enough to get her a second date. It was enough to have fun with someone who she liked and who might one day like her back in that same way, not just in her imagination.

The problem is the second date.

Marinette has plans. She has so many plans. Lists and lists of dates she wants to go on with Adrien. Some she planned by herself, some she picked up from others, some Alya texted her at one in the morning because that’s when Alya works best.

Marinette has plans and she intends to follow through with the them.

Hawk Moth has his own plans. And those plans involve making Marinette’s life as difficult as humanly possible.


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Personal Assistant (Jason Todd x Reader)

So this one is has a few warnings, Sexual harassment and a few swears. Nothing too bad.


Working as Bruce Wayne’s personal assistant had its perks. Working in a great building with a brilliant mind. Getting a handsome paycheck which was paying off your student debts. Having a job that finally got you parents off your backs for ‘throwing your life away.’

Working as Bruce Wayne’s personal assistant also had its downsides. Knowing that Bruce is the Batman, but not being able to tell Bruce you know. You are in a constant need for caffeine the people at the coffee shop across the street know your name, you figured the caped crusader deserved your help after all the help he did for this city. The fact that your parents are now bugging you about getting a nice boyfriend who treats you right.

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BONNIE & CLYDE || 1 (M)

➤ part one | part two
summary: Ride along, he says, his eyes as bright as the scorching summer sun hitting the roof of his beat-up car. And although you’ve promised yourself time and time again that you wouldn’t let your feeble heart surface around him, not after everything he’s told you, you find the corners of your lips curving and your palm heating as you touch the car handle. After all, the soft smile he greets you with doesn’t look like it could belong to the killer you know he is.
genre: angst, smut [jungkook x reader x hoseok]
word count: 8k

This is not what you imagined months ago while daydreaming of what you would be doing today. Sitting in class all day or leaning against the counter at work, visualizing hundreds of scenarios where you and your knight in shining armor are having the time of your life on the one day in the whole year set aside just for love. He would be wearing a black suit and tie, his hair brushed and looking at you as if you fished out all the stars in the universe and put them in your eyes. And you would be wearing a dress made of silk that took weeks of extra shifts but it would be all worth it when he’d see you, hair made up and a lovesick smile on your lips.

February 14th is supposed to be a night you’d never forget in your entire life, a night you’d look back on while holding your children and looking at your husband, saying wow, where did the time go? It’s not supposed to end up with you looking at racks and racks of cards for every possible occasion at nine in the evening with a frown as deep. You’re probably the only person in the small 24 hour store beside the clerk himself, who frankly looks like he doesn’t want to be here more than you.

You’re met with hundreds of shades of pink when your fingers trail over the Valentine’s Day cards, a longing in your eyes that you wish didn’t show on your face so much. Cartoon hearts and cursive writing and glitter – you’ve heard of the story where the princess kisses the frog and he turns into a prince, but would it be too much to open a Valentine card and have him appear in front of you.

Sighing, you trace the edge of a purple paper and wonder where you’ve gone wrong. Not one of your friends or people you know who are your age is still single; everyone’s engaged or in a long-term marriage, hell, some people are even married and settling down together. So what did you do to deserve this out of nowhere? You’ve never been the best at relationships or love in general, ever since you were a little girl, with your first boyfriend in kindergarten abandoning you the first chance he got for a new student. Obviously, you didn’t let that hurt your morale and kept your chin high, until the situation repeated itself again in the form of Park Minseok in seventh grade, who only pretended to date you to get to your best friend. Thankfully, the over-hormonal sack of baby fat he was didn’t get him far in the case.

Your only significant and somehow serious relationship came to you in your last year of high school. His name was Seokjin and he was the epitome of prince charming. With his soft brown hair and love-filled eyes, he swooped in on you like an eagle on its prey, but you were too entranced by his gentle touches and whispered praises to realize. And for those ten school months, he made you feel like you were on top of the world, as if nothing could touch you as long as his arms were enclosed around you. But you should have known, the only way Seokjin could get off the high pedestal upon which you placed him was if he jumped down by himself, and he did just that when he informed you that he didn’t see any true meaning behind your relationship that could last until the beginning of university.

Tears don’t well up in your eyes anymore as you stand under bright store lights and Minnie Mouse stares at you with an almost teasing, evil glint in her big eyes – even a cartoon character for children has someone to love her, but you’re all alone. You don’t feel the clench in your heart or the sweating of your palms anymore, you’re not the same girl you were who would open her heart to any stranger she passed on the street.

At least, you don’t think so.

Looking up, you meet gazes with the security camera placed overhead and you see yourself, wearing grey sweatpants and a huge koala jumper, looking like you sleep-walked your way to the pharmacy from the safety of your bed. That’s when the self-hatred kicks in. Dear God, what are you doing? You look into your own black-and-white reflection one last time – and you see him.

Tall, lean, head covered in a dark beanie and walking straight towards you with the type of confidence to shake planets. His hands are shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, Timberlands click-clacking until he’s barely a foot away from you. A hand reaches out and takes an entire stack out of the rack in front of you, and – fuck – your heart almost jumps out of your chest. Your imagination immediately sky-rockets and you can’t help but wonder how romantic it would be, to meet the one when you’re at your lowest point and, oh my, on Valentine’s Day and what if he gives you the card he’s holding right now and says something so romantic you’ll be swept off your –

“Such bullshit.”

The sound of your cardboard falling to the ground replaces your heart falling to your stomach. Of course. Of course, he’s an asshole who knows nothing of love, like most men you’ve ever looked at twice. Disappointment crashes in your chest like the stranger’s shoulder in your own, until he puts his arm around your waist, a small whistle leaving his pursed lips. With orbs as large as saucers, you finally get a good look at him.

His skin is as golden as honey, hair a reddish blonde that falls into his dark brown eyes. His lips are full and pink as he whistles, the edges pulling up into a smirk and he starts what you have a feeling isn’t a friendly greeting:

“If anyone had told me I would find such a beautiful sight at this dump of a place, I would have come way earlier.” He sniggers your way, initiating what he thinks is seductive eye-contact, but it frankly renders you uncomfortable.

“Great, then you wouldn’t see me walking away from you now.”

He grabs your wrist before you can do just that, the twitch of his lips growing wider.

“You’re feisty. And I’m Hoseok. What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?”

The heart rushes to your cheeks like fans run towards idols coming out of the airport. This insufferable stranger, yes insufferable, only pushes himself close to you until you can smell the musk scent of his cologne and aftershave on the nape of his neck. Your senses are almost on fire from the proximity, not being used to such intimacy for so long, and now your entire face blushes for a completely different reason.

“Well, not like this will interest the likes of you, but I came here to get Valentine’s Day cards.” You smile. “Have a nice day.”

“You can’t possibly believe that a cheap piece of cut-out cardboard can make anyone feel special.” He snorts out, and instead of making it seem like a question, his tone is almost challenging you to answer him.

“What would someone like you know anything about feelings?” Scoffing, you turning away from him to put the card back as he watches you meticulously. Under his dark-eyed gaze, you smirk, a centimeter away from placing it on the stand. Until you don’t. Your eyes land on the ugliest, most cliché hot pink card, and your brain flashes as if it were a winning casino game.

“What’s that mean, someone like me?” Feet inch closer, but yours don’t budge from the floor.

“Let me put it to you this way.” You sharply turn to face him again, pointing the edge of your card against his chest threateningly. “Have you ever met someone so condescending, annoying, and down-right irreproachable that it almost feels like looking at them not only physically hurts, but it also makes you read them like an open book?”

Hoseok’s once charming and relaxed face contorts into a fierce snarl, you think he might jump on you and bite your neck, like a lion on a helpless deer in the savanna. But he does nothing of the sort, instead choosing to tug your arm closer to his chest and intertwining your fingers together, much softer than any of his previous actions have been. A gasp escapes your mouth when your undoubtedly clammy palm meets his cold, smooth one. Of course, even his hands are perfect.

“And what gives you the right to judge me like that, princess?” It takes a few minutes for your brain to process what he said with the way his eyes dart down to your lips so he can listen to you. The movement only makes your hopeless romantic fantasies scream for escape—is it just you or does he look like he’s about to kiss you?

“I-I-I mean, you’re a stranger…” Stuttering, you shut up immediately when he brings his face so fucking close that your noses touch, light caresses of skin against skin.

“My name’s Jung Hoseok. I’m twenty three years old and I major in one of Korea’s most famous schools. I have more money in my jeans’ pockets than a man brings home every month. One snap of my fingers and I can be having lunch with the president in her own damn kitchen, not that I’d ever get near that wench with a ten foot pole. You know nothing about me, sweetheart, you don’t know my life, what I’ve seen and endured, what I’ve been through, my passions and dislikes, you don’t know me.

His speech leaves you breathless, almost like you’re the one who was speaking so rapidly, while he stood in front of you, but more on top of you than anything, faultlessly well. You can merely watch him helplessly as he grabs a card from the rack and places it in your jumper’s front pocket. With gentle lips leaving a kiss on your cheek, this Jung Hoseok walks away from you and doesn’t look over his shoulders to see if you’re watching.

And unlike his fleeting kiss, he is everything but a disappearing, fast-paced memory in your mind. For days on end, this bright-haired stranger tip-toes around your thoughts whenever he pleases, he’s the hidden meaning behind the lyrics of every song you listen to since meeting him, he’s every orange-tinted object you see on your way to university or work in the streets. All you can think about when the sun intertwines with the moon is how sharply his eyes bored into yours as he spoke such strong yet such cliché words in a twenty-four hour pharmacy, for God’s sake, the least sexy place to have a permanent seat in your train of thought.

He fades away with the snow on the road almost two weeks later, when your brain is too blurred with exam dates and projects and essays to think about a near-stranger who held your hand in the middle of an argument. Even if it was on Valentine’s Day, the one day in the year you forget everything and focus solely on your love life. If only.

It’s the end of February and the weather isn’t looking too fabulous from your seat in your bedroom’s desk chair, looking out the window with a solemn look. The sky’s a boring grey with light splashes of blue if you look closely, but the sun looks to have given up on humanity today. You click your pen on the table and lean back, the blank sheet of paper in front of you standing out the most though it’s the blandest thing inside the painted four walls. But you can’t focus on writing your essay and you can’t let it drag you down for the next few days.

You can hear your roommate talking on the phone outside, even if she’s a gracious-looking girl, her voice can sure travel through walls. Daeyoung giggles and snorts every now and then, talking about some event she wants to go to or some skirt she wants to buy, while you’re leaning over a piece of paper like the Hunchback of Notre-Dame and trying to fry your brain for information. The want to abandon creeps up on you while the door to your bedroom opens loudly and in struts Daeyoung. She says goodbye to whoever she was talking to and sits on your desk with the utmost pity in her expression.

“Y/N-ah,” she sighs, her blonde hair falling over her face when she looks down painstakingly. “I know you said you didn’t want to be disturbed tonight because you’re going to be making substantial steps in the world of psychology, and I can totally see you making magic in here, but I have one more ticket to an all-exclusive party and Jinri can’t come.”

“Dae, I told you I really have to stay in tonight.” You whine, although a huge part of you wants to throw your schoolwork away and just have fun, when you haven’t been to a party since the wild Seokjin days. Why not play hard to get for now?

“Yes, and I completely understand, seeing all the work you’ve done.” She picks up your paper and gestures the lack of lines and, more specifically, actual words. You snort her way and sigh, throwing yourself back in your chair in mock-laziness. “But just so you know, I’m not wearing skirts, thigh-highs, dresses, anything open in the back or the front of down under, I’m not wearing heels, stilettos, or pumps—”

“Ow, ow, dear God, woman, stop this attack on my ears. I suppose you want to go to a party dressed like an ancient nun.” Daeyoung rolls her eyes and, with your wrist in her dainty hands, she pushes you into her closet. That nearly crazy look in her eyes, the one where she mentally prepares outfits and critiques them in head, is back and it sends chills down your spine.

After half an hour of there is no way my ass or any other human ass can fit into this’s and I would actually push you off a cliff and jump in right after you so we would topple over each other on the ground rather than wear this STD-attracting skirt’s, you finally settle on an outfit that pleases all. A simple black dress that falls mid-thigh and a maroon jacket that flows down to your thigh is the only common ground you can both agree on, paired with small-heeled black shoes.

Daeyoung doesn’t bother giving you details about where you’re going or who you’re going to meet there, only telling you to get in the car when her boyfriend comes to pick her up. He isn’t exactly what you had in mind when she told you her man is a guitarist and singer in a pop rock band during a movie night not long ago, choosing to imagine a busty guy with tattoos and piercings in all the right and wrong places. Frankly, when you first saw Taehyung, you thought you’d gotten in the wrong car. But he’s nothing other than friendly, with his charming smile and soft brown hair and excited voice. The impression of him being a puppy-like boy didn’t last when he almost jumped on Daeyoung with his mouth after a brief hello.

He talks to you about his band on the way over to said-party of the century when he isn’t too busy trying to see how far his tongue can go down your roommate’s throat at every red light, the ones he stops at, that is. Taehyung tells you about the three other guys he plays with and how they’ve all been friends for as long as he can remember, growing up in Daegu and moving to Seoul to chase their dreams. He ignores you when you ask how the chase is going, choosing instead to list off his favourite songs that he loves to perform and telling you how none of this would be possible without his girlfriend by his side. The romance in his car becomes virtually too much for you to handle, leading you to open the backseat window and leaning your head out for air like a choking dog.

Your breath gets knocked out of your throat as the car takes a sudden left turn and you’re driving further and further away from the city you’re used to, looking up at Daeyoung in the rear-view mirror with wide eyes, but she only shushes you and tells you to relax and that Taehyung knows where he’s doing. You sit back uneasily but force yourself to nod your head along with the music, rough voices mixing with soft tones and strums of the guitar along with the occasional fluttering of the couple’s lips.

It’s when the car stops in front of a road filled with forgotten factories and dust rolling off the broken sidewalks that your lungs forget how to function. Your roommate and her boyfriend slide out of their seats and motion for you to follow them casually, your hands shaking as you grab your purse and close the backseat door behind you. Taehyung’s long legs lead you inside an abandoned building to which he holds the keys and then he walks over to a door on the floor, making your eyebrows furrow. But neither of them seem to be realizing how horrifying this is for someone’s first experience at a university party.

Daeyoung goes in first and you can see stairs leading downstairs and then you hear it – the sound of a steady beat and people cheering, a light voice flying in from the under the doorway. Her boyfriend’s teasing grin helps as you step down yourself, darkness submerging you and you hold onto the walls on either side of you for dear life, until you feel Taehyung’s hands on your waist guiding you down. When your feet hit the ground on the last step, you can’t believe what you’re seeing in front of you.

What seems to be hundreds of people are gathering around a stage where bright purple and blue smoke is enveloping the singers on top of it. The music is rapid but the voices are low and sensual, the faint lights hanging on the walls in a historic castle fashion only helping set the mood more. A few tables are placed all over the place, and Taehyung guides both of you to a table close to the platform.

You sit down on a chair as Daeyoung greets two boys sitting right under the lights so you can clearly see their faces, and you’re blown away by how handsome they both are. One of them is seated right in front of you, tall and sturdy, his collarbones peeking out from under his black v-neck shirt, his skin tanned and soft-looking under a tuff of midnight hair. His lips move but you can hardly hear him. The other’s skin is pale and his hair is a minty green, eyes shaped into slits and he only nods at you as a greeting. You stop your gazing when your friend gives you a cup full of strong-smelling alcohol and you smile before holding it close to you without actually drinking any.

The one with the midnight hair leans closer to you until your knees are touching and you can see a tiny scar on his left cheek and you can’t help the small smile spreading on your face. He says something but you point at your ears in hopes he’ll understand. You see him putting his hand on the shoulders of your chair and suddenly you’re closer to him than you were before, his breath on your ear.

“I’m Jungkook,” he whispers, and moves back so he can look at you. His eyes look amused at your bewildered expression and then – “Am I too close to you? I can back off.” You’ve never shook your head faster, and then you lean in closer to him and say your name in his ear softly. “It’s nice to meet you. You’re a friend of Daeyoung’s, I suppose.” He grins at your nodding and says again, “I’m the main singer in the band Tae’s in. The little Grinch over there is Yoongi hyung. Hobi hyung isn’t here yet, but I’m sure you’ll like him when he comes.”

“I like you already, isn’t that enough?” You bite your cheek at the burst of confidence that took you over so suddenly and Jungkook laughs, gaining a bit more insurance when it comes to you and placing his hand on your knee, not touching your dress but a hell of a lot close to it.

“It’s more than enough, babe.” He chuckles, bringing his glass to his lips and throwing his head back. “Your first time here, right?”

You’re about to answer when a man on stage screams out a name and Jungkook stands up suddenly, looking around to Taehyung and Yoongi with worried eyes. Both of them don’t look a lot better than him, but Yoongi shrugs his shoulders and takes off his jacket, standing up and ushering the two younger boys after him. Jungkook winks at you and then he’s disappeared into the crowd. In a matter of minutes, the three of them are on the stage and everyone arounds you screams incredibly loudly, throats are getting ripped.

It’s when he’s on stage that you really take in how attractive he is, standing in front of the mic with both his hands on it, the same hands that were flirting with the edge of your dress not too long ago, looking out towards the crowd with that same amused glint with which he was looking at you. The crowd disperses just as Taehyung starts humming into his microphone, and a figures comes up on stage. It takes a few seconds for your eyes to drift from Jungkook and settle in on this new person, who looks really familiar right now, with strawberry hair and golden skin and – oh dear God.

Your mind refuses to comprehend what your eyes are seeing, the chance of this person slapping Jungkook’s arm playfully and moving towards the set of drums at the back of the stage being him is so bloody small, yet a part of you knows he’s right there. Although Jungkook didn’t mention anything about a Jung Hoseok, and why did you even remember his name in the first place, he’s such ancient history?

The strawberry-haired man takes off his jacket and the crowd roars even louder, chanting his name and you hear it, it’s nothing else but it, even when it can’t be Hoseok! Hoseok! Hoseok! is all you can hear.  He takes the drumsticks out and slaps them against each other three times and the music suddenly invades your senses. It’s just guitar notes and the beat of the drums, until a melodious voice interrupts, and you look at Jungkook to see his eyes closed, shutting out everything around him and he sings so enchantingly, you feel yourself wanting to get up and chase the echoes of his words around town.

So I heard you found somebody else. And at first, I thought it was a lie.” You recognize the song immediately, sitting back in the comfort of the chair and letting your eyes swim over the hundreds of bodies filling the underground space, some molding together while others are moving freely to the sound of the music, but you always end up looking at him.

His sleeveless shirt shows his bare arms, his strong biceps looking evidently delicious in the low lighting and accompanied by Yoongi’s deep voice, you feel your will slipping away. Hoseok only looks up from his drums to watch the crowd with mesmerizing eyes, almost as if he’s seen the sight so many times but every time takes his breath away until he’s left with nothing but the clicking of the wood against the drums and Jungkook and Taehyung’s voices melting into one. All thoughts of condescending, arrogant Jung Hoseok from the pharmacy disappear, washed away by the waves of this new, passionate Hoseok like pristine waves hit the shore.

For the next forty minutes, you find yourself glued to the image of him throwing his head back and his neck glistening with sweat as he relentlessly hits the drums with all the force he has and your mind wanders down a nasty road but it doesn’t have control over its thoughts anymore and then you’re imagining Jung Hoseok on your bed, imagining not only his neck but his chest and the rest of him covered with a layer of sweat as your thighs straddle his hips and he thrusts up into you –

“They’re pretty amazing, aren’t they?” You jump up from your seat and your glass follows suit, spilling over your dress and knocking out on the floor. Daeyoung looks at you from beside with a worried look and you frantically nod with a tight smile, picking up the glass and putting it back on the table. 

The crowd roars once again and you see the boys waving with grins on their faces and getting down from the stage, heading straight for you and your heart blubbers up your throat. Jungkook’s the first in line, his smile still on his face when he looks at you and you feel it’s impossible not to grin along when he looks so nice, hair messy and sweaty, almost fucked out but you can’t let yourself think like that again. He reaches you first and you clamber to get up, wishing he could somehow help you disappear from Jung Hoseok’s gaze that might pry any time now. And with that credence of urgent times, you jump into his arms.

Jungkook’s chest vibrated against yours as he laughs in your ears, his own hands circling around your ears while you hide your face in his neck.

“You sang so well, I had no idea you guys were this talented.” You whisper against his cheek, letting your hair hide the rest of your face from everyone but him.

“I see you didn’t come here without a judgemental idea already forming in your head, Y/N.” He chuckles again when your hand hits his chest and you sense his arms loosening as a tell-tale sign he’s about to place you down on the floor. You take a deep breath and before he can do anything, you lean in and press a chaste kiss to his ear and bite down – “Why don’t you show me how wrong I was again?”

Jungkook’s grip on your waist is a tenfold tighter just as the last word leaves your mouth and you grin successfully. He places you down and murmurs something to Yoongi beside him, before he’s grabbing your hand and taking you towards the corner of the room. You giggle as you run after him and he looks back at you with his lips forming a smile, tugging on a doorknob until it opens loose and taking you inside. The room’s much brighter and you can only hear hums from the party next door, but it doesn’t matter as soon as Jungkook looks at you with that heart-stopping determination and nothing means a damn thing anymore.

The back of your knees hit the single bed in the middle of the room and Jungkook follows behind you, falling on top of you and placing his arms on either side of your head to support his weight. His fingertips trail over your neck softly, driving you crazy with how such little touches can have your skin feeling on fire. Your hips subconsciously thrust up into Jungkook’s stomach and he grins, dropping his waist to keep yours stuck to the mattress. Moaning aloud, you can’t do anything but lay there, having him so close to where you need him most but he isn’t moving an inch.

His hair looks lighter now, shades of brown mixed together in a colour that is just simply Jungkook, and then he moves his head to start pressing kisses to your neck. You fret your fingers to his hair and hold him closer, wanting to feel him against every part of you all at once. Teeth nip and bite at your skin while his tongue soothes the bite, going lower and lower and you reaches the swells of your breasts, looking at you quizzically.

“Is this what you want?” You nod, hands still wound up in his hair as you try to get him to go back to pleasuring, but he doesn’t budge, “Say it, kitten.”

“God, I want this, I want you so bad.” With that, he takes your face in both his hands and crashes his lips against yours, all tongue and teeth until you forget what it actually means like to kiss someone, too lost in the sensation of him.

Jungkook pulls away too fast for your liking, holding your bottom lip between his teeth and biting down almost viciously, boring his eyes into yours. And then he’s gone.

“Strip.” He says sternly, getting on his knees on the floor and tugging your thighs closer to the edge, until your ass is hanging off the bed. You quickly tug your dress off until you’re left in your bra and panties, cursing yourself for not wearing anything sexier than plain dark ones. But your lack of lingerie seems to be the last thing on Jungkook’s mind with the way he’s looking at you like he might swallow you whole.

His long fingers play with the lace trimming of your panties as his other hands leans and up and he disregards your bra in seconds, surprising you. His palm envelopes your breast and you moan, loving the feeling of his hand on your hardening nipple. Jungkook grins as he feels you shivering under his touch, loving how you were easy to please, grabbing the supple flesh and playing with it between his fingers while he lets his hand cup your ass.

Profanities leaves your mouth when he finally wraps his mouth around your nipple, and you wonder how deranged you must look, laying naked except for your panties in a random bed in front of a stranger you only met an hour ago, while he’s mouthing at your chest, still fully-clothed. He switches to the other nipple and lifts your ass up until your grinding against him, only your back is laying on the bed while the rest of you grabbing onto his lean body for mercy. You can feel his covered cock under his jeans, the only barrier between you and him as he snaps your panties off your legs and you kick them off for good measure, letting your wetness flow down your thighs.

You don’t want him to waste any time, you want him to take his pants off and get to it, you want him to make your toes curl and your walls shake as he bottoms out, you want him to make you shake in your own skin while you sink you draw scarlet lines on his back with your nails, but Jungkook seems like the type to make you shutter and shiver in bed for hours before giving you an ounce of the satisfaction you so deeply crave.

He flattens his tongue on your belly and leans down until his lips are centimeters from your clit, and you moans desperately, grinding in the air under his teasing eyes and you know he’s been waiting for this, drawing helpless groans out of your throat like a madman until it aches, everything aches.

Jungkook,” you scream, tugging his at his hair until he winces and looks at you like you defied, but you’re too tired to care anymore. You take all your weight and throw yourself on him, he’s lying on his back and you’re straddling his face. You feel his groans vibrate against your core, your wetness dripping onto his cheeks and the sight is so damn electrifying, his hands on your ass and pushing your forward.

The first touch of his lips to your clit make you throw your head back in a silent scream, every hair on your body standing on edge as he laps at you with the hunger of a starved man, and even though you’re on top of him, he still takes the shots with his hands descending when you get to grind on his face.

“Oh my God, you’re so fucking good, don’t you dare stop,” you hiss and moan, thighs clenching and unclenching, feeling one of his fingers lean down and tease your entrance with the tips. God, you can feel him thrusting it inside your tight walls, not teasing you anymore and going full out, licking you up frivolously like he’s never going to get the chance again and –

You can’t believe your ears, maybe you’re hallucinating from all the pleasure his tongue is giving you all of a sudden after actual years of struggling, but it really sounds like someone’s knocking on the door, the sound getting louder as your moans do a crescendo of their own. Jungkook pinches your thigh and stops moving altogether, his eyebrows furrowing and he picks you up in his strong arms, places you in the middle of the bed with care. You giggle as he blindly reaches for you dress and whispers for you to cover yourself. With a kiss to the side of your neck, much more gentle than he was seconds ago, he goes to the door and makes sure you’re decent before he opens it.

As soon as door’s wide, a head of strawberry-coloured hair slumps over Jungkook quite violently, the latter catching him with fast reflexes. A gasp is stuck in your throat and you scramble to get your panties on it, eyes fixated on Jungkook who looks more mortified than you are.

Hyung.” Jungkook growls, his hands leaning down to grasp Hoseok’s shirt in tight fists, throwing the elder to the wall. Hoseok croons for a while, obviously piss-drunk, and then his eyes fall on you. His face scrunches in confusion and you hope to God he doesn’t recognize you, but when his eyebrows twitch and he looks over at Jungkook with the realization dawning in, you know your prayers weren’t good enough.

The older boy snorts loudly and slams his hand on Jungkook’s chest, throwing the dark-haired singer away and he marches towards you, ignoring Jungkook’s yells of “hey! Hey!” For some reason, your feet are glued to the ground and you can’t do anything except stare at Hoseok’s heaving chest as he grabs you by the waist and moves to get out of the room.

“Where the hell do you think you’re taking her, hyung?” Jungkook screams, running after you as you look back at him, feeling bad for his disarray until he stops moving altogether, watching his friend drag you up the stairs.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Let me go!” You push and pull against Hoseok’s arms and hands, but his grip on you is much too tight. Your heels scrape against the floor, until he turns around molds your body into the wall with his own.

“First, you insult me as a stranger and pretend like you know what you’re talking about. I knew you recognized me at that pharmacy, the way you turned into stone when I was next to you and looked at me with those big eyes like you couldn’t believe yourself. I figured you were a fan, and it was kind of cute.” He snarls, pushing you back harshly when you try to jump on him with your anger. “And then you open your big mouth and spout the most ridiculous, cliché shit I’ve ever head in twenty-three years on this planet.”

“I didn’t even know who you were, you self-centered bastard!” You yap, wincing when he holds your wrists above your head.

“Sure, you didn’t. I thought maybe you were Namjoon’s little girlfriend and he put you up to this, maybe he did it on purpose. But then you looked way too innocent to be even associated with him. And now you’re here, at my show, seducing my friend. Who are you?” His face is so close to yours and the scent of him hits you all over again, flashbacks of that desperate Valentine’s Day night replaying in your brain. Your senses scream because oh dear God, isn’t it enough that you get a man like Jungkook in one night, but now him again? He smells just how you remember, all strong and musky, with the new addition of vodka to the mélange. And quite frankly, although you know it’s so, so, so wrong, it makes the ache in your stomach come back to life – God, this is so wrong.

“Listen,” you pant and it finally catches his attention, stops his rambling. “My name is Y/N and I’m Daeyoung’s roommate – I’m Taehyung’s girlfriend’s roommate. This is the first fucking time I come here, the first time I see Jungkook or any of your other friends, and, honestly, you’re not giving me the idea of coming back here next weekend.”

He stays silent for a few minutes and you hope the gears in his head are turning in your favour as his gaze washes over your face, looking for any hint of dishonesty, until he lets go of your wrist with a grunt and takes a step back. You wince as you bring your fingers to your skin, looking at the blue and pink flowers starting to bloom around your veins. Hoseok crumples his nose when he looks down at you, murmuring a soft sorry into the tense silence of the empty building.

You look at the door leading back to the party and Hoseok catches on quickly, “Do you want to go back inside?” You shake your head for a no, bending to get your bag that fell to the floor in the man’s haste to confront you.

“Are you always this violent whenever you see a girl trying to get some at a social gathering?” You clear your throat, trying to lighten the air around you.

Hoseok shakes his head with a smile on his lips and you’re unexpectedly laugh a little with him, taken aback by how different he looks when he’s even the tiniest bit happy; his face brightens up, his pearly whites are in view, he has crinkles under his eyes, and, shit, he even has dimples.

“I wouldn’t call this a social gathering, to be honest. Most people come here in search of some music and something to make them forget about life beyond those four walls for the night.” Running a hand through his hair, he bounces on the balls of his feet and surprisingly looks right into you when he speaks. “Whether it be a drink or someone else.”

“And is that a habit of yours, Jung?” You give up on keeping an emotionless face and convince yourself to not overthink the redness that crawls its way from your neck to your cheeks when Hoseok smirks at your question.

“That’s another story for another time, love.”

Quietude reigns for a while between you two, it’s not completely awkward but you’re definitely not comfortable under his stare, looking at your dress and your disheveled hair and you’re surprised he hasn’t mentioned Jungkook yet or whether you should go back to him or not, but it’s even more startling that you haven’t. Just as you see his fingers twitch beside him, you speak up – “You don’t think buses or cabs come by here, do they?”

Hoseok giggles – this tough-looking guy with diamond-dyed hair, dressed in leather and black, with a cast around his left hand that he didn’t even look down at once, with the all-too-well beginnings of a tattoo on the side of his neck – he just giggled at you, and it makes you get a bit more confident around him, makes the blood pound a bit less violently in your ears than it did before. “No, this is a completely deserted area, nobody’s here during the day. That’s why it’s always alive at night.”

You don’t know what he means by that and from that malicious glint in his orbs, you don’t know if someone like you should be asking for answers. Instead, you nod and begin looking for the words to ask where Daeyoung might be, but he beats you to it.

“I can drive you home, though.” He says. “If you want me to.”

It’s absolutely insane, every part of your brain is telling you to not let his now kind tone fool you when minutes ago his voice was as biting as a security dog’s. You shouldn’t let him slip out of his leather jacket and place it over your shoulders like he does, you shouldn’t let him as you for your address and you should definitely not give it to him this easily. For fuck’s sake, you barely know this man and there’s another guy you were hooking up with not too long ago that you should be going to now, that you should be asking to drive you home, that you should thank him for opening the door to his car and telling you to watch your steps as the sidewalk is broken and dirty.

But you don’t. And you let the butterflies in your stomach choose the decisions when it comes to Jung Hoseok for the rest of the night, and maybe that’s where you went wrong for the first time. You arrive home in about an hour, looking out the window and occasionally at Hoseok who bops his head and drums his fingers to the beat of the rap on the steering wheel of his beat up car.

“If you go back, could you tell Tiff I got home?” Hoseok smirks and nods, and you bite your cheek in embarrassment at his teasing expression, even when you know you didn’t do anything humiliating. “I mean, I’m going to text her anyway, but just in case she doesn’t get it or…”

“Oh, I’m certain Taehyung’s making sure she’ll get it.” Hoseok cackles as your face completely flushes, reaching over to pick up a beanie on the dashboard and throwing it at his face. The laughter dies down when you put your hand on the handle of the car door, and Hoseok places his hand on your arm, stopping you for just a second. “Hey, listen, I’m sorry, I really shouldn’t have accused you of being one of Namjoon’s tonight and–”

“Who is that guy? He can’t be that bad for you to accuse me of being his girlfriend.” You laugh, shaking your head, but Hoseok doesn’t look in the least amused.

“He’s nobody.” He dismisses you, his eyes hardening like before. “Again, I’m sorry for tonight. I should have let you explain and I shouldn’t have gone all berserk on you and Jungkook, especially not on your wrists. You should probably put some ice on those, by the way.”

You’re leave agape, your brain looking high and low for words until you stutter out a few works of thanks.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” You nod, a bashful smile on your lips, and get out of the car.


You go to sleep that night with the idea that Jung Hoseok seems too much like a dream, and not in the sense of him being too perfect for this world. Jung Hoseok’s fast, he comes and goes when he please, he’s rapid scenes consisting of memories and wishes and thoughts you never imagined would filter in your head, and he disappears just as soon as you start to understand. For almost a month, Daeyoung doesn’t speak a word about her boyfriend and his band and his parties, and you don’t even dare bring up either the midnight-haired boy you shared more than kisses with, even if it was cut too soon, or the bright-haired one you shared a few laughs with.

And just like a dream, you find yourself falling asleep slightly wishing that you’d get to continue knowing Jung Hoseok, that you’d pick up where you left off with him all over again. The ending of your dream comes to you in the form of a stressful Saturday spent staring at your laptop’s screen with dead eyes and an even more gone brain, still in your pyjamas and losing hope to ever finish this school year.

You hear movement in the living room and Daeyoung on the phone, the déja vu too much for you as you wonder if it’s about time you get to restart your so-called adventures. Who knows, perhaps this time you can find Jungkook again and finish what you began. But your ticket to wildness doesn’t come, because you hear the door to your apartment close not long after, and silence envelops you as always. You know you and Daeyoung aren’t the closest friends and if any of her other friends are available, you’re pretty much inexistent, but still.

You’re finally giving up on seeing either of the two boys that have been haunting you for days when the scenario plays in your mind all by itself – a girl in a tight dress, maybe even one of Daeyoung’s friends, sitting in the same chair you were in, with her hands all over Jungkook as he whispers in her ear the same words that had shivers rolling down your back in waves, or even worse, with her wrists between Hoseok’s fingers – what the fuck is wrong with you?

Huffing, you close your laptop roughly and throw your head back. Is it possible for you not to be the only person who’s done that? God, how could have been so naïve? Of course you’re not the only girl who threw herself at Jeon Jungkook’s feet not even an hour after meeting him, and how could you have been when he’s possibly the most handsome man you’ve ever seen? He probably does that with every girl Daeyoung brings to their gigs, hell, she probably knew exactly what was going to happen to you that night before you did.

The phone’s sudden ting! Is that what takes you out of your session of self-pity, an unknown number flashing on your screen as you read the text:

Unknown: send back two sunflower emojis if this is the pretty girl in the black dress and the purple jacket [7:32pm]

Unknown: and if this is not her, send back a cactus I’ll get the message [7:33pm]

You have a feeling you know who sent this, you can’t be too off on your guesses anyway, because who else except Jungkook saw you in your jacket that you oh-so-conveniently left in that underground bedroom when Hoseok dragged you out?

You: aren’t you getting a message anyway, smart ass? [7:34pm]

Unknown: oh I think I just hit the jackpot [7:34pm]

Unknown: but tbh I’m not the only lucky one, you just won yourself a date with me [7:35pm]

You snort with derision, but you decide that, what the hell, you’re going to play with him for a while and inflate his ego.

You: and will I have the privilege of knowing who this is before the date? [7:37pm]

You: just so I’d know what to wear, of course [7:37pm]

Unknown: does that mean you’d wear what I saw you in last time if I tell you I’m, let’s say, Taeyang [7:38pm]

Unknown: anyway, you’ll find out soon enough when you follow the address I asked a certain someone to leave on your kitchen counter [7:38pm]

Unknown: I’ll see you soon, love [7:39pm]

anonymous asked:

Hello!! <3 Love your headcanons!! So could you do for rfa reacting MC drunk and not recognizing them? Like him trying to kiss her as always, but she walks away saying that she has a boyfriend and loves him? Lol Something like that..?? I think it would be cute and funny. haha >w< (Sorry for my bad english)

Your english isn’t bad, love. (who am I to judge, anyways?) 

Here it is! Hope you enjoy it! ^^


RFA with a drunk MC who can’t recognize them


Zen

  • You told him you were gonna be at this club and he should join you after work
  • So crowded! It would take so long to find you… oh, not really, there you are! You look so sexy dancing like no one is watching
  • But the thing is a lot of people, guys mostly, are watching. OH HELL NO!
  • “Hey, babe! I missed you!” he comes behind you holding your waist gently, and feels legitimately hurt when you pull away and nod negatively.
  • “Nah nah ni nah no, buddy! Not happening!” and you just… walk away! Why? IS he that late? He goes after you, noticing how much you’re bumping into other people…
  • “B-Babe? I’m sorry, I…” “I won’t say it twice, dude! I’m taken and you’ll back away if you know what’s good for you!” what? You’re not recognizing him? Maybe it’s the lights or the loud music?
  • Oh no, it’s not! He watches as you go the bar and look around squinting your eyes and frowning your nose, it’s so cuuuuttte! Also, it’s a very familiar sign that you’re very drunk, he knows that by now.
  • “Oh no… not you again!” “Hey, calm down! I’m… I won’t make any move, I’m just worried about you! Are you ok?” “I’m g-reat! Just waiting for MY REALLY STRONG, HOT AND FAMOUS BOYFRIEND THAT I LOOOVVVEE!” oh god… is it bad he thinks this is too charming?
  • “Oh… tell me more about him, then.” He manages to get close enough so nobody will try to approach you. “I’ll show you!” you pick your phone and scroll through all the pictures you’ve taken together.
  • “This is him during one of his musicals! This is him on his bike! This is him on piggy tails I did when he was sleeping! Isn’t he adorable?” he gags a little “Oh… I think… I think this wouldn’t be good for my… for HIS image, don’t you think?” “Nhaaa, this is just for fun! I won’t even show him! I care a lot about his image too, since I’mma be his manager one day, just you wait! “Oh,is that so?”
  • He convinces you to text your boyfriend, so he could answer he would be waiting you outside so you could take a cab. He doesn’t even mind your text makes no sense!
  •  “ZeeeNnNY! I missed you so much, you… should be proud of me! I acted all scary and made this guy back away! Are you proud, Zenny? Are you proud?” you shake him as you hug him when you go to him outside. “You have no idea how much, my princess.” He hugs you back
  • He hopes your hangover is not that bad tomorrow, as he really has some business matters to go over with you…

Yoosung

  • Although he’s the college student, you’re the one having the time of your life at this frat party.
  • He wasn’t that comfortable at first, but seeing you having so much fun made him loose it up a little
  • He’s wondering if the guys feel jealous when they see this goddess moving her hips so seductively and stopping all of a sudden to give him a little peck on the lips and a ‘boop’ to his nose…
  • But it’s been a while you’re not doing this anymore, you’re not even looking at him… you’re looking all around the place, except for him.
  • So he goes to you and touches your shoulder: “Are you okay, honey?” you look at him from head to toes and… turn your back on him. What?
  • “H-Honey! Did I do something wrong?” “Yeah, dude, you’re making a move on a girl who have a boyfriend!” “Well, yes… I’m the boyfriend!”
  • “Yeah, you wish, but sorry… it ain’t happening!” You scoff. He’s so shocked! Are you breaking up with him like this?
  • Oh, wait! He’d  seen your eyes like this before, you’re… drunk! Very drunk! Yes, your half-lidded tipsy eyes…  and you still manage to be beautiful…
  • “Hey, so uhm… are you Yoosung Kim’s girlfriend, by any chance?” “Yeah, why do you ask?” “Nothing, I recognized you from all the photos of you he shows, it’s… it’s nice to meet you in person! He talks a lot about you!” he tries to be friendly so you don’t run away.
  • “Pffffff, he showed photos of me? So embarrassiIIiiIng! I’ll tell him to stahp when I see him!” “Oh… Please don’t get mad! It’s just… just… he thinks you’re the most beautiful lady in the world, he… really really loves you… at least that’s what I heard from him.”
  • “Ahhhh, I can’t be mad at him!” you sigh dramatically. “He’s sOoOOOOOo amazing! And cool… and his hair is so badass, and we’re here just because I dragged him… and those cheeks nnnnnng” What about his cheeks? “I’ve gotta find my man!”
  •  “I.. I… s-saw him outside, next to the door, y-yes! Over there!” he needs to run before you get there, but he’s so flustered… well, that can wait!
  • “Yoosungiiiie! I’ve been looking all around for you!” you jump on him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’m sooooo sorry for dragging you here, next time we’ll stay at home and play LOLOL, pinky promise!” you tangle your pinky at his, seriously… how can you be so adorable? “Nah, I’m… I’m really having fun, MC!”
  • You two go home by foot and you keep snuggling at his arm the whole way. “Hey, MC?” “Hmmm?” “Do you… do you like my cheeks?” “Yep, especially on those jeans.”
  • It takes a while for him to get it, but when he does… he’s dead! Why would you talk about his butt to a stranger? I mean… it was him, but you didn’t know, yet it was him… should he get mad? Or embarrassed? Or…? Or…? ERROR

Jaehee

  • She meets you at the bar you two usually go together.
  • It isn’t that crowded but it is a little noisy, she’ll have to talk loud to get your attention.
  • “Hey, MC!” she greets. You look around frightened and look back to your drink… weird!
  • “MC?” she gets closer and touches your arm softly. “How… how do you know my name?” What? She looks at you, puzzled. “Anyway, I’m waiting for my girlfriend, don’t waste your time, lady!”
  • “Hum… MC, I’m…” “Stop stalking me, seriously, my girlfriend warned me about your type!” she’s still confused, but your face looks so funny, you are trying to look mad, but you can’t frown your eyebrows without blinking… so cute!
  • And by that she gets what’s  going on, that and the three martini glasses next to you…
  • “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you, I was just curious… where did you buy that dress?” “My girlfriend got me, it’s her favorite color in the whole wide worrlllld!” “I see…” she wants to laugh so much.
  • “Well, she must have a good taste!” “Yep, she used to walk around only on a dull suit because of her asshole former boss! He’s my friend, so I’m allowed to tell him he’s an asshole… actually, I… I should tell him right now!” you pick your phone.
  • “I… I don’t think that’s a good idea, miss…” “Shhh, he needs to know he can’t be an asshole to my cookie! She’s  a-ma-ZING!!! That potato needs to know that!” Cookie? Potato? You’re killing her with your drunk cuteness, but she can’t let you do something stupid!
  • “I… I’m sure your girlfriend already knows how amazing you think she is, you don’t really need to… tell other people!” “Ugh, that’s right! Why she doesn’t let everybody know how great she is? I shoudn’t be the only one to see it, y’ know? I’m… I’m a potato just like Jumin Han… I already told him that twice this week!” Forget that you’ve been drinking twice this week and calling Jumin to cuss him, what matters now is… YOU’RE POUTING! Oh my god, so adorable…
  • She can’t keep up with this anymore, she needs you to recognize her right now! So she walks away and calls you, telling she’s waiting for you outside to come home.
  • “Yay, Baehee is here!” you run to her and give her a sweet peck on the lips, she grabs your hand and leads you to the cab.
  • “So… MC, have you been talking to Jumin lately?” “Wh-Who? Me? Noooo, noe, maam’!” you are a terrible liar when you’re sober, just imagine when you’re drunk. She’ll make you apologize for being such a potato, but that can wait…

 

Jumin

  • “Jumyinh, I amm at this gui haus, but he is coooooooooooolll, don’t worry!” he tries to decode your text. Why are you texting him when you are under the same roof?
  • “Where are you, MC?” “@ his bathroom, it’s bigr than my house” what kind of joke is that? You were drinking wine with him a couple of minutes ago and excused yourself to go to the bathroom…
  • “look @ this soap! So funny!” you send him a blurred picture, oh… so that’s how it feels to get one of these! He gets it now!
  • He goes to the bathroom and knocks at the door. “I’m not opening! My boyfriend won’t like it!” and then his phone buzzes. “looks I been caught” and you send a selfie, it’s not blurred and he can see the huge blush on your cheeks, oh… you’re so drunk right now, aren’t you?
  • You call him, he answers a little reluctantly. “Yes, kitten?” you giggle “Jumin, this guy called me kitten too, but don’t worry! I told him to back off!”
  • “What could you possibly be talking about, MC?” “I don’t remember coming to this party, so I won’t let the bathroom until you come to pick me up! You… you can track me by… GP and S, right?” not even him believe he’s really laughing at this. “Yes, I’ll come to you, my love, just wait!”
  • He knocks at the door. “Are you okay… miss?” “Bro, I already told you! I have a boyfriend and we gonna marry soon!” “Oh, I see… did he propose to you?” “Not yet, but I found the ring on his closet!” uh oh… surprise ruined for both of you. “But I’ll look very surprised, cause I know the proposal is going to be suuuper special, like on a colorful hot air balloon or something like this…”
  • He opens the bathroom door and almost falls due to the way you jump at him, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I missed you so much! Is the party over?” “Yes, it is. Shall we go home so you can rest, my angel? Tomorrow will be a very busy day…” “Really? Why?” “Just wait and see.”
  • As soon as you doze off, he calls Jaehee telling there will be a change of plans, he needs to rent a hot air balloon asap!


Saeyoung

  • “Oh my God, Saeran! Don’t you have any respect for your brother’s girlfriend?”you got out for a couple of drinks with your friends and got back swearing the one standing in front of you is your brother-in-law, not your boyfriend!
  • “MC, it’s me! Look at my glasses!” “No! You two are not pulling this prank on me again! It didn’t work last time and it won’t work again now!” when you’re sober, you can tell who is who very easily, even when they change their outfits. But right now…
  • “MC, Saeran is sleeping right now!” “Well, MC thinks talking in the 3rd person is ridiculous!” Oh lord… shouldn’t he be recording this?
  • “Please, come with me, I’ll help you take a shower and put you to bed…” “Saeran! Would you really do that with your brother? No… no… you’re so nice, and he’s so nice! He doesn’t deserve this!” you look so shocked and disappointed, he’s feeling bad for you as if this was true.
  • “Saeyoung loves us both very much, Saeran. We can’t hurt him, NEVER! He deserves only happiness from now on! Seriously, I… I was going to say yes to moving in together,  but I won’t do it if this is how you’re gonna act around me!” wait! Are you serious?
  • “Oh… so you actually considered it?” “Yes… but I can’t do this if you keep hitting on me!” okay, joke’s over!
  • “I’m sorry, MC. Saeyoung told me if I acted like this, you would buy it, that idiot! But it’s impossible to trick you! I’ll… I’ll call him back, okay?” you sigh in relief, and it’s so cute!
  • He goes to the hallway yelling to Saeyoung to come out, turns around and goes back to you with a big smile, you smile back and open your arms, waiting for a hug. “Stop doing these silly pranks, what if one day I really mistake you two?” you ask over his shoulder
  • “Yes, I should start being more mature if you’re going to move in with us.” “I haven’t said ‘yes’ yet, Saeyoung!”
  • But you said yes during the shower you shared the next morning


You can see Saeran and V here ~

Netflix - Smut

Originally posted by alfatwolf

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 2,997
Request: Can you plz do a imagine where Stiles and the reader have a Netflix and chill date? Oh, and smut if you would like to add it. -bye I love your writing! ❤ 
AN: Sorry this took so long! I’ve been distracted lately. Also I didn’t edit this very well so excuse my mistakes. xoxoxox Thanks to @toppunks for looking at this for me.


Kira slammed her locker door, raising an eyebrow at you. “You’re not coming to the party?”

You shook your head, your arms tightening around the books you were holding. “Nah. I’m not in the party mood.”

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that Stiles isn’t going either, would it?” Lydia asked from beside you, a knowing look on her pretty face.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “No. What Stiles Stilinski chooses to do does not dictate my every decision.”

“You could have fooled me.” Malia deadpanned.

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{Special} College!AU Yugyeom
  • major: applied mathematics 
  • minor: dance 
  • sports: on-campus dance team along w/ jimin + jungkook, mens volleyball 
  • clubs: math club is boring so he dropped it for tango club and is trying to make everyone else come and try it. jackson agreed, jb was dragged there against his will
  • where do i even BEGIN,,,,,,,he’s the most adorable person and laughs sO loud at his one professor’s math puns that everyone else thinks is just straight up Corny but no yugyeom is c a c k l i n g with his hand on his stomach and smacking his hand down against his desk
  • and the professor even is like sheesh it wasn’t THAT funny but yugyeom is close to tears
  • so why math??? well yugyeom had initially planned on doing like finance for businesses when graduating or something and he’s always had a good knack for problem solving
  • even though sometimes the way he does it is kinda????? weird
  • like there might be a formula for something, but yugyeom will find a short-cut around it or come up with a whole new way of finding the answer
  • and a lot of his fellow majors are like ?????? how,,,,is it magic??? math is a solid concept????? but like,,,,,is it,,,,,yugyeom is always like “you guys need to think more like newton,,,,,,,like would he have found out all this stuff if he thought we already knew everything????? nO!!!!!!!”
  • and you look at him and see this tall, silly boy with a shining smile and kind of a childish nativity about him
  • but then he’s telling you about his combinatorial analysis homework and how fun enumeration problems are
  • and you’re just like???? what language is he speaking in????
  • he actually really likes doing his homework before dance practice because solving problems gets his adrenaline going and tbh people might not see it this way but dance has a lot of math in it too
  • you have to know the sequence of moves, what angle to bend toward to make it look pretty, how much time you have and what moves should fit in at what intervals
  • but when yugyeom was like “our routine is like a reaaaaalllllly cool equation guys!!!!!!” everyone on the team was like what in the world
  • is a good student, but if you open his notes up you’ll see doodles in the corners of pages of like jinyoung frowning with furrowed eyebrows and yugyeom is like “look, even on paper jinyoung is mad at me!!!!”
  • part of what people affectionately call the F4 of the math department,,,,,the other members are well,,,,,,,the most important thing is yugyeom is the youngest one of this group and people are always shocked because they’re like whAT he’s so tall,,,,,,,,tho,,,,,is he really that young????
  • his dance minor is purely for his own enjoyment,,,,even though the majors who take classes with him all agree that he’s really rEALLY good
  • “jinyoung can you get me that book over there.” “the one at the top?” “oh you know what nevermind ill get it since you’re too short!!! wait don’t hit me im sorry im sOR-”
  • jb: “don’t egg him on like that yugyeom, you know what’s coming if you do.”
  • yugyeom rubbing the bruise on his head: “buT,,,,,,”
  • joined volleyball team because the coach really wanted him on the rooster (plus it fulfills one the credits for his dancing minor so double win)
  • spiked a ball really hard by accident and it hit the floor and literally. deflated.
  • yugyeom with his cute face,,,,,,but hellish strength like honestly jinyoung should start being scared jkjkjk
  • and you’re actually,,,,,,well you’re dating yugyeom
  • it all started with you being at the dance team competition since you’re covering it for the uni journal and yugyeom,,,,,,,,whose usually one of the stars of all of the teams choreographs,,,,isn’t there????
  • like when the team comes out to perform you can hear the hushed whispers behind you and everyone’s like “where’s yugyeom??” “where’s the really pretty tall one??”
  • and you see how stressed the team captain looks and you’re like,,,,,something must have happened
  • and you know you should stay there and cover the competition,,,,but your curiosity gets the better of you
  • and you slip out of the dance hall and make way down the hallway that is packed with different college dance crews, bags of makeup and uniforms and props lay everywhere and you find the door that has your uni’s team on it and you knock on it,,,,,,,waiting until you hear a reply
  • and you’re like “can i come in?” and the person says sure and when you open the door,,,,,,,,there’s yugyeom
  • and he’s wearing the outfit, pretty makeup and everything but he’s sitting with his hand is on his ankle and he has this look between pain and confusion
  • and you’re like “i,,,,,im from the uni journal but i saw you weren’t going to be performing and i got worried?? i ,,,,,, know this is weird we’ve never spoken before but -”
  • and yugyeom’s confusion fades but he still has a bit of a grimace before he smiles and says that he’s fine, just a twisted ankle
  • but you’re like “does it hurt? maybe you should see a doctor?”
  • and he’s like “it should go away, im massaging it,,,,,,,,,,,”
  • and you kind of frown and are like “how long have you been massaging it?” and yugyeom kind of nervously laughs and shrugs and he’s like,,it’s been about 40 minutes since practice ended-
  • and you’re like bOY that’s not a twisted ankle that’s a sprain 
  • and you’re like “you need to go to the doctor. ill call an ambulance.”
  • but yugyeom suddenly tries to get up to stop you but wobbles forward and you’re like o h nO and you run forward so he can lean onto you before he topples over and you’re like “sit.”
  • and yugyeom opens his mouth but you’re like “no no. sit. stay. im calling an ambulance and im telling the captain.”
  • and you do all that, and the captain says he’ll drop out too to go with yugyeom but you tell him you’ll handle it
  • and you basically ride with yugyeom to the ER where the doctor confirms that it is in fact a sprain and yugyeom needs pain meds + a break from practice
  • and after he’s discharged, you have his arm around your shoulders as you’re helping him so you two can catch a cab back to campus
  • and he’s kinda getting red in the face and you’re like ????? are you ok and he’s like “im still,,,,,,,,in the dance costume and makeup so it’s,,,,,,,weird”
  • and you do notice people are looking at you two but you just roll your eyes and you’re like “you look good, they’re just staring because you’re handsome.”
  • and yugyeom gets even redder when you call him handsome and you kind of bite back your lip because WHAT are you saying,,,all of a sudden,,,,,,
  • but it doesn’t end there no way buddy you both are getting all shy in the cab and the driver thinks you’re a couple and this is litERALLY your first day ever having a conversation with him
  • but yugyeom,,,,,,,,,,,,,,is,,,,,,,,,,woah like his visuals,,,,,,,,wow,,,,,,and you can’t help but deny being attracted to him on a physically level
  • but then you see how he innocently plays with his earring in the car, smiles when you guys are at a red light and there’s a group of kindergartners crossing the road, and how he keeps leaning his long legs (obviously cramped in the back of the cab) as close as he can to the side so you have enough space to sit comfortably
  • and when you pay for the cab since yugyeom’s wallet is back in his bag at the performance hall he gives you the most upset, puppy dog look and is apologizing and bowing 10000 times because he shouldn’t make you pay like this for him!!!!!
  • and you’re just like “yugyeom,,,,it was fifteen bucks it wasn’t that bad now promise me you’ll go straight to your dorm and rest.”
  • and you pull the pain meds from your pocket and hand them to him and you’re like “you remember, two every 8 hours!!” and yugyeom nods and you see suddenly
  • the cute mole right beneath his eye,,,,,,the way his bangs fall straight over his eyes,,,,,,,cute bowlcut,,,,,,,,,,,pretty long limbs,,,,,,,,and you’re like ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh he’s cute. i think he’s cute. oh no
  • and yugyeom, you can’t tell, but he’s thinking the sAME DAMN THING about how cute you are like oh NO he’s getting mushy for you because out of everything you could have done today, you helped out a stranger you didn’t even know well and put so much genuine care into making sure he was ok
  • and you’re both standing there,,,,,,and yugyeom is like “iF ITs,,,,,,,,,ok,,,,,,,can i ,,,,,,,,,,,have your,,,,,,,,,number,,,,,youcansayno!!!!!!!” and you’re like djfkldsfl of course you can !!!!!!! 
  • and by the end of the week, with many texts, majority you being like: no yugyeom don’t go to dance practice taKE YOUR MEDS PLEASE AND REST
  • you both decide to meet at the library you know,,,,,,to study together,,,,hangout as friends
  • half an hour in though you’re like “yugyeom, if i can be very straightforward,,,,,” and yugyeom is already getting flustered but he’s like “yes?”
  • and you look at your book than up at him and you’re like “do you wanna maybe not study and,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,makeout?”
  • and yugyeom’s eyes widen at the word and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,,was i reading the signs wrong? but he shuts his math textbook and giggles into his palm before extending it to you and he’s like “im glad you asked, i was too nervous to.”
  • and yes. you makeout with yugyeom in that corner of the library no one ever bothers to go to and it’s,,,,,,,,,,so cute every time you break away yugyeom is like “what if we get caught???” and you’re like “it’s kind,,,,,,of thrilling though??” and he giggles and it’s sO FREAKING ADORABLE
  • you just lean back in and kiss him and he’s literally always smiling when you first start because he’s so giddy,,,,,, and he tastes kinda minty,,,,,,,like he chewed on gum before this,,,,,,,which he totally did because guess what kim yugyeom was daydreaming about kissing you before you guys met up so he prepared. Just in case
  • and when you’re done,,,,,walking out of the library and you’re jumping up to get yugyeom’s hair fixed and he’s leaning down to ask you to give him just one more peck
  • you run straight into,,,,,,,,,,,,jinyoung and jb
  • who both ask yugyeom where he’s been before looking at you in confusion because,,,,,,,,,they’ve never seen you before
  • and jb is like “is this your significant other yugyeom?” and you and yugyeom freeze up because,,,,,,,what,,,,,,um,,,,,,,,,,
  • but you come to first and you’re like “no,,,,,im his,,,,,,,,,,,tutor!!!!! for advanced linear algebra!!!!! well yugyeom - we’ll see each other next week for more studying!! bye!!!!”
  • and you zoom the heck out of there and yugyeom is left grinning at his friends who both shake it off and ask if he’s going to eat with them and mark
  • and as you’re walking back to your own dorm you let out a sigh and you’re like,,,,,,,,,i hope yugyeom isn’t feeling too awkward,,,,,,
  • and thankfully you get a text from him that’s like: they didn’t suspect anything ~~~ we’re in the clear
  • and that’s the story of how you end up,,,,,,,,secretly dating yugyeom
  • because you both agree when you meet up again, this time off campus and at a bookstore, that you totally wanna be a thing but,,,,,,,telling people right away might be hard?????
  • because people are noisy (cough literally the rest of got7 like damn mind ya business bambam) and you and yugyeom ,,,,,, want to just be together and get to know each other
  • which you do and it’s so much fun, yugyeom is an amazing person to date. he’s this perfect mix of romantic, but still a little novice to everything but he’s so willing to do anything for you
  • and you guys have fun, at the shopping mall together or at the arcade or even just walking side by side sharing a drink and snacks and talking about life
  • and yugyeom is so silly, playing small harmless pranks on you then laughing in the way that makes his nose scrunch up
  • and you’ll sit somewhere, holding hands and getting all cuddly and everyone thinks you’re both so cute,,,,,,,the way he’s got kinda bend down to be at eye sight with you / or if you’re tall how you both look so gracious like models,,,,,,,,
  • and yugyeom always thinks of you,,,,,it’s obvious with how he’ll send you photos of him next to a patch of flowers and be like “i saw these and was like ‘wow so beautiful!!’ i thought they were you, but they’re just flowers hehe’
  • and he’ll be up late doing math homework and send you like a thousand crying emojis even though you also love the way he gets super excited about these abstract,,,,,,,,crazy complicated concepts
  • but also as sweet and innocent as he comes off with all his giggling and playful pranks or puns or jokes
  • you can tell that sneaking around with you,,,,,,,like taking risks and bringing you over to the dorm when he knows any of his friends could walk in,,,,,,,,,or even on campus like the two of you out in the back of the gym with you up against the wall and yugyeom’s lips to your neck,,,,,,,like,,,,,,,,,
  • he really,,,,LIKES IT
  • and you kinda do too because it feels like you two have this secret that is so juicy,,,,,,,like you once had to press into this small corridor because you saw jackson coming around the corner and you were up against yugyeom’s chest
  • and he had his hand on the small of your back
  • and once jackson passed by you both realized how darn close you were and yugyeom got all red,,,,,,,,,but like,,,,,,,,,neither of you moved first because it’s s fun,,,,,,it’s so fun to have secrets!!!!! 
  • you wore his sweater once to class once and forgot that youngjae was in it with you and you were like wait,,,,,,,isn’t that one of yugyeoms fRIENDS O H SHIT so you had to take the sweater off and you forgot you’d thrown it over a pajama top of yours and so your friend was like “why are you wearing a huge teenage mutant ninja turtles shirt ????” and you’re like no reason. i just,,,,,,,this is Fashion
  • but at some point you kind of get a bit sad because,,,,,,,dating secretly is so hard. you wanna go to yugyeom’s volleyball games. his dance competitions. you wanna meet up before class and kiss him before he has to go. you wanna sit in the library while holding hands under the table
  • but yugyeom seems ok with not doing,,,,that so you don’t wanna ruin it
  • until,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,the secret is finally out,,,,,,,all thanks to bambam
  • who people don’t give enough credit to for being really observant because you and yugyeom just get back from a date and you run into bambam who is walking out of lab and you need an excuse since he sees you two together
  • and comes over and is like “you’re still tutoring yugyeom????? he told me he was a genius once i don’t get why he’s getting tutored”
  • and you’re like “OH ,,,,, well geniuses cough need some help sometimes too”
  • and yugyeom nods, giving his best smile and then bambam is like “i have a question, what’s that on your neck yugyeom?”
  • and yugyeom puts his hand on his skin and you look over and see the,,,,,,,,mark you left,,,,,,,,,and you’re like FRICK 
  • and bambam isn’t even looking at yugyeom when he asks, he’s looking at you and the shock on your face ,,,,,,,,,
  • well bambam is just clapping his hands together and he’s like “well i guess you’re right,,,,,,,,,geniuses do need help but,,,,,,,,maybe by that you mean helping yugyeom out with,,,,,,,,hickies???? making out?????? getting fre-”
  • and you’re like UM WHAT NO YUGYEOM THATS A BUG BITE TELL HIM
  • and yugyeom is like “yEAH it’s a mosquito bite-”
  • and bambam is cracking up he’s like “was the mosquito the size of a baseball?????? yugyeom pLEASE”
  • and yugyeom is getting red and his voice is getting slightly higher and he’s like “iT WAS,,,,,,,”
  • but it’s so freaking obvious that he’s lying and you’re like we’re caught oh shit
  • and you totally are because bambam is like “if i know, you know got7 is gonna know so you two should just tell them before i make a big deal of it”
  • and so,,,,,,,,,,,you and yugyeom sit on his bed as the six members all stand and look at you and jinyoung has his arms crossed like a concerned mother and jackson is just like !!!!!!!!!!! this is amazing!!!!!!!!!! and mark doesn’t really care 
  • and jb is just like “this,,,,,,,,,kid got into a relationship before me,,,,,,,” and ultimately it’s youngjae who goes
  • “what the hell has been going on?”
  • and you and yugyeom both explain,,,,,what happened and jinyoung is like whY DIDNT YOU TELL ME THE MINUTE YOU TWO BEGAN DATING!!!!!!!!!!!! and you’re like sORRy,,,,,,,,,,,he’s so scary
  • and yugyeom puts his hand around you and he’s like it’s ok,,, he’s always like this
  • but jinyoung is like excuse me - hello get your hands off each other no pda in this house -
  • and jackson is just like jINYounG can you Calm Down for like a minute anyway
  • and he turns to you two and he’s like “you’re both the cutest people ive ever seen. im so happy for you. please take care of our gyeomie, he’s sensitive.”
  • and yugyeom is like im nOT,,,,,,,but jackson is holding your hands and he’s like “please” and you’re like “of course???? ill cherish him with my life??????”
  • it’s a touching scene 
  • but afterwords,,,,,after got7 is gone and it’s just you and yugyeom he’s like “sorry they’re like that,,,,,,,,” and you’re like “no!! i like all of them, they’re nice.” and yugyeom is like “im gonna just say something if that’s ok?” 
  • and you’re dreading it,,,,,because now that the secrets out,,,,,,,will that make yugyeom want to stop seeing you?????? but instead, to your shock he’s smiling embarrassingly and is like
  • “it’s a relief they found out,,,,,,,ive been wanting to tell them but i wanted your consent first,,,,,,,,,im just thinking about how nice it would be to be able to hold you in front of everyone,,,,,,”
  • yugyeom kind of rolls his shoulders back and looks away adding “,,,,,,,to show you off as mine,,,,,,”
  • and it’s honeSTLY THE mOST adorable thing he’s so pink and he whispers the ‘as mine’ part and you can’t help it you throw your arms around his neck and you both topple over onto his bed and you’re like “im really happy because i wanna do that too!!!!!! kim yugyeom,,,,,,you’re mine!!!!”
  • and he’s laughing and wrapping his arms around you
  • and you nuzzle his neck,,,,he’s so warm and big it’s so safe in his arms
  • and just as you’re going to lean up to place a kiss against his jaw
  • the door flies open and jinyoung is like “WHAT IS GOING ON”
  • and you’re like ihbdljksfd and yugyeom sits up and you slide out of his lap and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,and jinyoung is like “you two, we need to have a serious discussion about safety and-”
  • jackson comes in and literally just picks jinyoung up and is like “c’mon, let’s leave the kids alone” and you’re watching in shock and you’re like “yugyeom,,,,,,,,,,,,does this happen often?” and yugyeom shrugs like “yeah sorta,,,,,,,,,anyway you were kissing me and i’d like you to keep doing that ^^”
  • finally revealing your relationship makes you and yugyeom only get closer,,,,,like sure sneaking around was fun n hot but,,,,,being able to be together comfortably all the time is even better
  • eating lunch on the quad, being able to help yugyeom out at the gym before competitions (you’re always giving him shoulder massages and yugyeom’s friend jungkook asks once if you can do one for him and yugyeom is like “jungkook,,,,,,,,if you want me to go bowling with you net friday never ask that again” jokes jokes,,,,,,,,ok maybe not), and just like yugyeom being adorable and bragging to everyone in his classes that his significant other bought him this cute keychain look at it it’s the best thing in the WoRLD
  • yugyeom: “i love you more than i love math.”
  • bambam: “holy shit that’s a big statement coming from him. he must really love you, ive literally heard him sleep talk math equations before.”
  • you got super bored doing your homework for a class once and yugyeom was like ill come over!!!
  • you didn’t think that meant he’d bring his phone and put on some really lively music and make you get up and practice what he’s learning in tango club
  • which quickly turned to doing the tango, kissing, changing the music to something slower and somehow the two of you were dancing slowly to the music with yugyeoms forehead pressed against your own
  • like some kind of sappy romance film scene,,,,,,,,,,even though it was perfect and you literally felt like you were walking on stars in that moment
  • you have cute petnames for yugyeom and he loves them sm
  • except when his friends catch on and start calling him them in class and the professor is like “who are you calling,,,,,,,,,,angel of my life??? there’s no one in this class with that name?????”
  • yugyeom: “my love for you is like π  it’s irrational and can go on forever,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,was that corny?”
  • you now also get to wear yugyeom’s sweater in public without worrying and wow it’s so comfy and smells like him,,,,,,,,you love your boyfriend so much
  • volleyball yugyeom waving at you during practice and the ball heads straight for his head but misses and hits his shoulder instead because he’s so damn tall
  • you still run over and ask if he’s ok and he’s pouting like “it hurts ;w;” and you’re like “let me kiss it better!!!!” and everyone is like BLEGH LOVE IS CHEESY
  • it’s just so warm and loving with him, he can be so silly and childish and get overly excited about things ,,,,,,, jumping up and down and doing little cute dances 
  • but at the same time,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,he’s so gentle and considerate with you and your feelings and he’s always quietly asking for your reassurance and praise
  • like he just wants to hold you and hear you say his name and how much you love him because,,,,,,he wants to be treasured by the person he loves to infinity and beyond
  • and when you say something as simple as “you’re so amazing” yugyeom turns every shade of pink but also kisses you with such a passion you lose your breath,,,,,
  • jinyoung still sometimes is like this pda must stop- but honestly he’s so damn happy someone is treating yugyeom right,,,,,,,,and taking care of that big wobbly child

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Patater Week - Day 7

Feb. 12- Adopting a Pet Together (Bonus points for including Kit!) - 1.5K

Kimmy’s sitting outside the pet shop, fenced in with two other volunteers and about fifteen puppies when the 6’4 guy with the Falconer’ cap comes up to her.

“Puppy for sale?” he asks, his accent thick. European, Kimmy guesses, but she’s pretty bad at pinpointing these kinds of things. He’s pointing at the wriggling ball of fur in her lap, gnawing at a plastic bone.  

“Adoption,” Kimmy says, then cradles the puppy as she stands. “Would you like to hold him?”

“Can I?” the man asks, sounding pleasantly surprised as he sets down his groceries.

“Sure,” Kimmy says. This particular puppy hasn’t really been catching the attention of families throughout the day. He’s a little plain, Kimmy supposes, and shy around strangers. “Just kind of hold him with two hands—there you go.”

The man is astonishingly gentle when she transfers the puppy to him, and the dog looks comically small in his hands. The man’s eyes are twinkling, and he holds the dog close to his chest, kissing it on the head very lightly as he murmurs in Russian.

“His name’s Kenny,” Kimmy says. “We found him in a box downtown, along with a couple others. They’ve all had their shots, gotten fixed, microchipped, it’s all included in the adoption fees.”

“His name Kenny?” the man grins, like there’s a joke behind that. 

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Just the Three of Us??

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Single Mother!Reader

Summary: Bucky, out of all the beautiful women in the world, chose you and you can’t manage to wrap your head around it. Therefore, internal and external conflicts emerge.

A/N: A bit sad…cause I was feeling a bit sad…


“Cassie! Macie! Are you ready?!” You called up the stairs. You heard the thumping of tiny feet and your 4 year old twin girls came rushing down the stairs.

“Coming mommy!” They both said in unison. They hopped down on both sides of you immediately holding your hands.

“Look at my girls! So beautiful!” Cassie wore a yellow princess poofy dress and Macie wore a black princess poofy dress, “Now we’re ready for a party!”

“Do you think Bucky’s gonna be there?” Cassie asked as you made your way outside to the car.

You chuckled, “It’s possible,” you tell her. You and Bucky had been dating for a little over six months now. It was an unexpected thing, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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sarcasm | jughead x reader

Originally posted by jughead-thethird

request

written by: kelly

edited by: @jugheadxreaderinyourhead

anonymous said: hi for the prompt thing, can you do #18 w/ jughead? thanks 💫

prompt: 18- “you and your sarcasm suck”

chapter song: me & mr jones / amy winehouse.

moving schools was always hard. you would think that i would have gotten used to it by now. 6 schools in 3 years, spread across 5 states.

my parents were never on the best of terms. they were teenagers when they had me and that was the start of their adult life.

my mom re-married and moved to germany because my stepdad was in the army. all of the moving schools was due to the army life we married into.

i never really grew up with my dad in my life. he was a trouble maker and my mom didn’t appreciate his carelessness. he moved to riverdale when I was 3, and I hadn’t seen him since.

I’m now a 16 year old and this is the first time i’ll be living with him. i’m nervous, but at least he is letting me stay with him and his girlfriend.

we pull up to a trailer park called sunnyside. the sign was faded from sun damage, making me laugh a little bit at the irony of the situation.

the cab slowly stopped in front of an older trailer with caution. i slowly get out of the cab, grab my cases and take it to the front.

i notice that the second i close my door the cab driver sped off. the trailer has a sticker on the door that reads welcome to the snake den.

interesting. i knock on the front door three times, not sure where to look.

almost instantly a tall blonde lady opens the door. she was beautiful, but she looked hungover. she looked me up and down, not with a bad attitude but with curiosity.

“can i help you?” she questioned, hesitance present in her voice.

“um, is danny here?” i answer.

a look of clarity spread across her face.

“you must be y/n.” the stranger stated, leaning against the doorway smiling.

“yeah.” I blurt out.

“i’m lana, your dads girlfriend.” she announced.

“nice to meet you.” i uttered, super shy for some reason.

she then gestured for me to come in - so I grabbed my bags and I walked into the dingy trailer.

It looked like it had just been cleaned, the windows were open and there was a small arrangement of flowers in an old beer bottle. they were rose’s.

she then had me follow her to a small bedroom. the bedsheets were pink and there was a small desk in the corner of the room.

“by the way your dad speaks about ya I was expecting a little girl to walk through that door, but you’re not so little anymore. you’re stunning.” She insisted, the compliment making me blush.

“he talks about me?” I question, cocking an eyebrow in disbelief.

“oh god, all the damn time. there’s a photo of you and him next to his bed.” she states matter-of-factly.

“where is he?” I ask

.“oh um-uh- he’s at work, he’ll be back real soon.” she acknowledged.

after that brief conversation with lana, I began to unpack my stuff. i set up my laptop and i went onto my blog. writing gave me clarity and was a calming release for me.

all thoughts were interrupted when I heard a car roar past the trailer. the doors opened and I heard a whole bunch of guys laughing and yelling.

I heard a soft knock on my door and then it was followed by lana telling me that my dad was back. that’s when my nerves hit.

i adjusted my hair into a pony tail and i stepped out of my room. as i walk out i bump into a tall, black haired boy. his eyes were deep blue and we stared at one another for a second.

“oh sorry.” i say trying to avoid eye contact. he was hot and i was embarrassed.

silence entered the room at a record setting speed. dead silence. all of a sudden a look of relief washed upon the mysterious strangers face.

“you’re y/n, right?” he asked, raking his long fingers through his thick hair.

“yeah.” i nodded, while realising this question would be a re-occurring one.
while looking at the tall, dark and handsome guy, I noticed he had a cool leather jacket on. it appeared to be vintage, but it gives him this look. like a mixture of a young james dean and young leo dicaprio.

“i think i need to go and you know, see danny.” i mumble, doing that awkward rock on my heels people do when they want to leave a room.

the cute stranger smiles and carries on towards the restroom. the back of his jacket has two embroided snakes on it. southside serpents. pretty cool if I do say so myself. must be their school football team.

as i exit the small hallway i’m greeted by loud cheers, filling the small trailer. i get a bit of a fright, looking around at all these smiley strangers.

tall and scary men, some older and some look around my age. tattoos and matching leather jackets. i see a man get up and walk over to me.

younger looking guy, tons of tattoos. it’s danny, i can tell. we have the same eyes.

“good to see you again, y/n.” he smiled, giving me a massive squeeze.

“hey danny.” I reply, returning the smile.

we sat down and started taking with all the guys and i can promise you this, i’ve never laughed so much in my whole entire life. the tall and handsome boy was sitting in the middle of the crowd, looking at me. with some sudden ball of courage, i ask him a question.

“i have a camera if you wanna use it.” i snicker.

the boy goes red and the crowd busts up laughing. all of them turning to danny saying i’m just like him.

“you and your sarcasm suck..” the boy states matter-of-factly, looking up at me with the most wonderful half smile.

“well i’d like to credit you for that powerful statement, but i don’t have your name.” i answer back.

“jughead jones.” and with that unusual introduction, i got handed my own leather jacket. it was the day I met my future husband and the day the future queen of the southside serpents was born.

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The Donation

Originally posted by daefsoul

wealthy!au; Himchan

When you’re struggling, sometimes a helping hand is appreciated. 

Caution: smut ahead.


You took a heavy breath as the usually busy lunch hour dwindled down. The once packed restaurant had gone down to less than eight patrons. And only one was in your section. “So much for paying those loans,” you sighed feeling slightly defeated.

You perked up at the sound of the bell on the door ringing. You glanced at the door sending a large smile at the familiar face of your favorite costumer, Himchan. He was always good to you, both as a person and in tips. A friendship formed quickly between the two of you. It didn’t help that you found him insanely handsome.

You made your way to his table, taking a seat across from him to give your sore feet a rest. “Howdy stranger,” you greeted.

He gave you his usual charming smile,“Hello beautiful. Anything good on the menu?”

“You always ask that, yet you always get the same thing.”

He chuckled, “Do I?”

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anonymous asked:

What about if the original (link and zelda included) champions interacted with puppies?

I usually have a 5 character per request limit, but hey, i’ll make an exception with the champions group from now on, and for once, not a sidon request! (still love him though lol)

Link

  • Ever heard of dogs being “a man’s best friend”? Link happens to be “a dog’s best friend”
  • This Hylian adores dogs and their unconditional love- it’s one of the creatures he can interact with while feeling like himself.
  • He is  very gentle whenever he meets a new dog, he knows some dogs may be a bit skeptical of strangers, so he always waits for them to approach him
  • … or he may throw meat between the two them to make the dog come closer- yeah, that works too.
  • Once the dog is familiar with him, you can bet that the dog will get a loads of cuddle times.
  • Scratch on the head? No problem. Scratch on the stomach? Link will stay there forever to scratch them if he must.
  • Dogs also loves how willing Link is to play with them. Seriously, he could play fetch for hours
  • Will most likely not leave the dogs unless the owner takes the dogs or Zelda (forcefully) takes Link away. 


Zelda

  • She do like dogs. She just hasn’t interacted with them a whole lot
  • Growing up as a princess and her own problems often didn’t give her the time to properly spend times with animals such as dogs,
  • Of course, once she started having Link around her, she often found herself with them more often. 
  • The first time she interacted with a dog was a bit…awkward
  • Link had unfortunately given her the advice on how you should let dogs approach you if they were ever scared.
  • That led Zelda to pretend to ignore the dog, just basically looking the other way…. while sitting right beside it
  • She’s just, humming to herself, thrumming her fingers on her knees and sometimes (impatiently) glancing back at the dog.
  • “Well, this is quite strange,it seems to be  ignoring me as well! I was led  to believe that this was the correct way of establishing a bond- wait a minute…why are you laughing?!”
  • After that incident, (And help from link) she managed to befriend the dog.
  • She is a lot more calmer around dogs and enjoys petting them a lot!
  • She prefers those dogs who are able to follow commands and do tricks as she finds their intelligence absolutely fascinating.
  • Still, her duties prevent her from interacting too much with them 
  • However, she lets herself take a break sometimes with them, if only to let Link relax as well.
  • …Not too long of course. Godess knows how long Link could be with them if allowed.

Mipha

  • “Oh…! What do we have here…?”
  • There aren’t many dogs around Zora’s domain (Actually, there is none), but Mipha has had the pleasure of hearing about them and meeting them through both her travels and Link.
  • She treats them like how she treats children: gently.
  • She finds it strange to touch their fur. Not unpleasant, just unusual. Once she got used to it, she was often found embracing dogs, with her face gently laying on their fur.
  • Not the most playful person and definitely not a dogs ideal playmate, but she do like to spoil them with petting and food
  • is a bit distraught over the fact that she can’t take some with her…
  • Goodbye’s are often said in a wavering voice.


Urbosa

  • She treats dogs as any ‘trained animals’.
  • she isn’t quite affected by how cute an animal is and she isn’t one to approach a dog first.
  • However, if a dog was to approach her, she would be friendly and pet it. considering the animals that usually approach her are the ones who is either energetic or very people-friendly, she might be amused by its antics.
  • She is the type who- if she has some spare time- would play with dogs rather than petting them, or at the very least make them run around and generally have fun and be happy while she watches. 
  • Whether it is a dog she befriended or not, she is quite protective over animals, not tolerating any abuse towards them. Just because she doesn’t have enough interest to initiate anything doesn’t mean that she doesn’t care. 
  • Also is one who likes spoiling animals with food and treats if she has any.


Revali

  • He has no fondness of dogs whatsoever
  • it’s not that he hates those those “…drooling, noisy beasts!” as he once had sneered,
  • It’s just that…once, when he had the pleasure of meeting one in a stable, it had tried to chase him. Luckily his reflexes allowed him to instantly fly in the air leaving only a gust of wind on the ground behind him. 
  • It was later explained to him by the dogs owner that the dog had been used to chasing birds and assumed Revali was the edible kind. 
  • Never before have you seen a Rito so offended.
  • Still, despite this, he doesn’t really hate dogs. As everyone around him seemed to bring out other sides of them,  rather than the ‘hunter’ side as he managed to do. 
  • He won’t admit it, but he is low-key nervous about a dog chasing him again if he tried to interact with them and that would not suit his image. At all.
  • Thus, he intentionally ignores it.
  • He was once convinced by Mipha to pet a dog that had taken a liking to her. one of gentle nature that just let Revali pet her.
  • After some awkward pets, Revali concluded that he wasn’t missing out that much.
  • Still, he is glad he got the opportunity to make that decision without any bias.

Daruk

  • Once mistook a dog for a wolf
  • Not due to any lack of knowledge, he just hasn’t seen many dogs around death mountain, but he has sometimes seen wolves at the bottom of it.
  • Still, Urbosa’s explanation cleared up his confusion nice enough
  • “Huh, so dogs are  pretty much smaller, house trained wolves? Ain’t that a surprise!”
  • Like Revali, he sees other people interacting with them and is very curious…but they also look very fragile…
  • And it’s a bit difficult for him to be gentle
  • He’s a bit confused with how he should approach them, last time they were pretty afraid of him so..
  • Urbosa however,suggested that he should just lure them over with treats.
  • And due to that advice, Daruk often ends up with about 2 - 3 dogs surrounding him while he sits and hands out treats, a giddy grin visible on his face.
  • The dogs may have been lured over with Daruk’s treats, but they definitely stayed for his charm
  • ….And how far he throws a stick.
  • Seriously, a game of fetch suddenly becomes a doggy Olympic event with Daruk.

° ▪ • * ————— SLEEPING BEAUTY SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ Good gracious! Who left the mop running? ’
’ Now, father, you’re living in the past. This is the 14th century! ’
’ No! It cannot be! ’
’ A forest of thorns shall be his tomb! ’
’ Now go with the curse, and serve me well! ’
’ It’s incredible! Sixteen years and not a trace of her! ’
’ She couldn’t have vanished into thin air! ’
’ Are you sure you searched everywhere? ’
’ Yep, yep, everywhere. We all did. ’
’ And what about the town? The forests? The mountains? ’
’ Yeah, we searched mountains and forests and, uh, houses and… ’
’ Did you hear that, my pet? ’
’ All these years, they’ve been looking for a baby. ’
’ I’d like to turn her into a fat ol’ - hop toad. ’
’ Now, dear, that isn’t a very nice thing to say. ’
’ Besides, we can’t. You know our magic doesn’t work that way. ’
’ You know our magic doesn’t work that way. ’
’ It can only do good, dear, to bring joy and happiness. ’
’ Well, that would make me happy. ’
’ That’s because it’s on you, dear. ’
’ It looks awful. ’
’ Now Sword of Truth, fly swift and sure, that evil die and good endure! ’
’ Listen well, all of you. ’
’ Seize that creature! ’
’ Don’t despair, Your Majesties. ’
’ Stand back, you fools! ’
’ Then, she can undo this fearful curse? ’
’ I have plans for our royal guest. ’
’ Why so melancholy? ’
’ Gold of sunshine in her hair, lips that shame the red red rose. ’
’ Off he rides, on his noble steed, a valiant figure, straight and tall! ’
’ To wake his love, with love’s first kiss. ’
’ You know, sometimes I don’t think she’s really very happy. ’
’ Nowadays I’m still the king! ’
’ I command you to come to your senses! ’
’ And marry the girl I love. ’
’ That’s what I’m trying to tell you. ’
’ The sun has set! Make ready to welcome your princess! ’
’ But, I never baked a fancy cake. ’
’ Oh, you won’t have to, dear! ’
’ I’m going to make it 15 layers with pink and blue forget-me-nots. ’
’ All you do is follow the book! ’
’ Up here, dear. You can be the dummy. ’
’ Well, I still say we oughta use magic. ’
’ Now, dear, we decided pink was her color! ’
’ Touch the spindle. Touch it I say! ’
’ You poor, simple fools. ’
’ Thinking you could defeat me. ’
’ Oh, they’re hopeless. ’
’ A disgrace to the forces of evil. ’
’ My pet… you are my last hope. ’
’ Go, and do not fail me. ’
’ But when will I see you again? ’
’ Why? After all, I am sixteen. ’
’ You’re already betrothed. ’
’ Since the day you were born. ’
’ How could I marry a prince? I’d have to be… ’
’ No! I can’t believe it, no! No! ’
’ I’m not so sure my grandchildren want you for a grandfather! ’
’ Well, what do you think? ’
’ Forty bedrooms, dining hall… honeymoon cottage, really. ’
’ You - you mean you’re building it already? ’
’ Finished! Lovebirds can move in tomorrow. ’
’ Want to see our grandchildren, don’t we? ’
’ Well, I’m really not supposed to speak to strangers, but we’ve met before. ’
’ I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. ’
’ I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar. ’
’ But we can’t, we can’t go there! ’
’ Now come, we must hurry. ’
’ They’ll be heartbroken when they find out. ’
’ I’m awfully sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you. ’
’ But don’t you remember? We’ve met before. ’
’ Why do they still treat me like a child? ’
’ They never want me to meet anyone. ’
’ What is it? Come on, let’s find out. ’
’ For an extra bucket of oats? And a few… carrots? ’
’ Don’t you see? A flower can’t prick its finger. ’
’ Well, what do you think of it? ’
’ Why, it… it’s a very unusual cake, isn’t it? ’
’ Well, what do you think of the dress? ’
’ I think we’ve had enough of this nonsense! ’
’ I’m going to get those wands. ’
’ Well, it may come as quite a shock. ’
’ Why doesn’t your daughter like my son? ’
’ This means war! ’
’ What’s this all about, anyway? ’
’ I’ll have the royal woodcarvers start work on the cradle tomorrow. ’
’ Oh, you darlings! This is the happiest day of my life! ’
’ Whatever are we going to do? ’
’ You’ve met some stranger? ’