Like Minds

Alex arrived at their dorm, opening the door slowly - since he wasn’t sure whether their old dorm was still theirs - but as soon as he could look through a little crack he could see Nigel standing already. The way he stared at his abdomen made Alex shiver briefly. However, as soon as he entered, he didn’t show any expression anymore though.

‘Are you okay?’ he muttered remarkably soft and warm. He closed the door behind, getting some pads and disinfectant out of his pocket, and he came closer.

'You better be,’ he muttered as reply when he lifted Nigel’s shirt without asking and investigated the cuts again. 'Don’t worry. These cuts won’t become scars. And if they do, you won’t see them very well.’ Well, that was comforting.

He put some of the disinfectant onto a cotton pad and softly pressed it against the cut without warning or so. Despite he’d been looking guilty and shocked some minutes ago back in the other room, he seemed to be carelessly again now.


Once Minho had made sure Eunsook was following him and that the shop was all locked up properly, he smiled softly at the girl before turning around to walk up to the apartment above the shop. It had gotten colder outside since he had entered the shop since the sun had gone down, so he hurried to get his key out and unlock the door to the apartment so they could both head on into the warmth  of his temporary home.
He held the door open for Eunsook, and as soon as he had made sure she was safley inside he locked the door behind her and kicked his shoes off before going around the apartment to turn on the lights, still holding the puppy in his arms.

Road trip to the past (M!A Brandon-Sunshine)

The next morning, Sunshine got up early, explained to Stag what was happening, packed, and made herself breakfast. She sat at the kitchen table, reviewing maps and searching on the internet for train tickets and times. In her mind, this was starting to seem a bit better than what she had previously thought. A road trip might even be fun!


I m3ant 3xactly what I Ssaid.
I know how iSs it wh3n p3opl3 you car3 about ignor3 you …
I know how iSs it wh3n it SstartSs to hurt Sso much that you juSst want to diSsapp3ar from thiSs world.
But Ssoon3r or lat3r you will Sstop f33ling th3 pain.
You Sstop caring.
And th3n your heart SstartSs to grow back …twiSst3d …fu3l3d by hatr3d.
And b3for3 you know it …you chang3 into Ssom3on3 much dark3r …and you’ll moSst lik3ly Sstay lik3 that …for3ver.

@missninetails |❊| Pause & Reflect

◃‖‖▹ It was already June 21st, i.e. the Summer Solstice. Today would be the longest day of the year, and it’s a Saturday. Yippee. It’s too hot to go out and play some tennis, and there wasn’t anything special to do on a day like this. Stay in the comfort of the air conditioning, or go out and die of dehydration outside; both very lovely choices as long as he could do something. Putting on some shorts and a shirt that were suitable to wear to go outside today, he grabbed his racket and put it on the inside of his arms that were in his pockets and headed out.

◃‖‖▹ Ending up at the park, it felt like such a long walk because of the heat. Going to a vending machine and grabbing himself some Fanta and a bottle of water, he poured all of the water on the top of his head, making him all wet but refreshed. Not bothering to even dry himself off, he sat against one of the big trees that had a nice area of shade and just drank his Fanta one sip at a time.

anonymous asked:

adding on to the store ask to say that oikawa would totally be that one guy who tries on so many different pairs of jeans just to ask Iwa if they look good or which pair he likes best etc etc etc and iwa would just be a messssssssssss

[continuation of this]

“Please stop asking me about your ass.”

“But does it look good in these jeans or not?”


“My ass looks pretty great in nothing too, Iwa-chan~”

Closed RP with twotroubledscouts

She faltered, her smile dropping instantly, “O-oh…wow. That was ah…definitely unexpected.” She rubbed the back of her neck, “And here I thought…you’d make…I thought we were friends.” She started to walk away, “Guess I was wrong…”