even though i am not here right now

° • ? ( QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.

❛ What are you doing? ❜
❛ Where are you going? ❜
❛ Where are you taking me? ❜
❛ How is that working out for you? ❜
❛ Is everything okay? ❜
❛ Why are you acting like this? ❜
❛ You think I would lie to you? ❜
❛ Are you telling the truth? ❜
❛ Are you sure you want to do this? ❜
❛ This is your bright idea of a plan? ❜
❛ What else do you want me to do? ❜
❛ What else can I do? ❜
❛ What do you think I should do? ❜
❛ What makes you think that? ❜
❛ Who told you that? ❜
❛ Who are you? ❜
❛ Why are you here? ❜
❛ Who invited you? ❜
❛ How come you ever asked me? ❜
❛ Did you really mean all those things you said? ❜
❛ Why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave? ❜
❛ Why is it so hard for you to see that? ❜
❛ Why don’t you understand? ❜
❛ What don’t you understand? ❜
❛ Are you joking? ❜
❛ Did I miss anything? ❜
❛ You don’t remember? ❜
❛ Did you really say all that stuff about me? ❜
❛ Did you think I would forget? ❜
❛ How can you sit there and say that? ❜
❛ How do you even sleep at night? ❜
❛ Are you coming or not? ❜
❛ Am I the only one freaked out right now? ❜
❛ Are you laughing or crying? ❜
❛ Who did this to you? ❜
❛ Did someone hurt you? ❜
❛ Is it just me or are you, like, ignoring me? ❜
❛ You want me to apologize for something you did? ❜
❛ Are you going to kiss me or not? ❜
❛ Aren’t you the one who said it though? ❜
❛ So, you don’t like me like that? ❜
❛ Where do we go from here? ❜
❛ Are you being serious right now? ❜
❛ How was I supposed to know that? ❜
❛ Oh, is that a challenge? ❜
❛ Are you flirting with me? ❜
❛ Are you going to let me go now? ❜
❛ Are we done now? ❜
❛ Why didn’t just ask me? ❜
❛ You’re going to believe them over me? ❜
❛ How can possibly think that? ❜
❛ Did you even miss me? ❜
❛ Did anyone even notice that I was gone? ❜
❛ Why do you go around and kiss everyone? ❜
❛ Did you kill them? ❜
❛ Who’s blood is that? Is that your blood? ❜
❛ Do you think this is a game? ❜
❛ Are you having doubts? ❜
❛ Why haven’t you been at school/work? ❜
❛ Is there something going on that you need to tell me? ❜
❛ You said you wanted to talk? ❜
❛ What am I supposed to do? ❜
❛ What did you expect to happen? ❜
❛ How long you think you can keep this act up? ❜
❛ You don’t like me? Do you? Like in a more than a friend way? ❜
❛ Is that what everyone is saying now? ❜
❛ Who do I remind you of? ❜
❛ Are you hungry? Want to go get something to et? ❜
❛ Are you drunk? ❜
❛ Are you lost? ❜
❛ What’s so great about any of that anyway? ❜
❛ Are you even listening to yourself? ❜
❛ What are you going to do about it, huh? ❜
❛ What are you staring at? ❜
❛ What are you doing out here? ❜
❛ Why did you call the police? ❜
❛ Wait, do you hear that? ❜
❛ Why don’t you tell me anything? ❜
❛ Hey, did you get me anything? ❜
❛ Why didn’t you come over last night? ❜
❛ What did you find out? ❜
❛ Can I stay here for the night? ❜
❛ Are you throwing rocks at my window? ❜
❛ Are you crying? ❜
❛ What are you laughing at me? ❜
❛ Are you laughing at me? ❜
❛ Do you not understand the word no? ❜
❛ Is that it? Is that all? ❜
❛ Are you in some kind of trouble? ❜
❛ Yeah, but, you have me. So why bother? ❜
❛ What’s love got to do with it? ❜
❛ This is where we kiss, right? ❜
❛ Do you ever not just only think about yourself? ❜
❛ Are going to leave me again? ❜
❛ What’s wrong with that? ❜
❛ Do you have anything you need to say to me? ❜
❛ I think I’m going to puke. Is there a trash can in here? ❜
❛ You really don’t know why I’m mad at you? ❜
❛ Why do you treat me like I’m not important to you? ❜
❛ Why are you telling me this?
❛ Are you ready? ❜
❛ What’s with all the questions? ❜
❛ I thought this is what you wanted? ❜
❛ Where do you think you’re going with this? ❜
❛ You’re just going to leave? ❜
❛ Do you trust me? ❜
❛ You love me? Or you think you love me? ❜
❛ When will it ever stop? ❜
❛ Do you think it’ll ever go away? ❜
❛ What are you doing this weekend? ❜
❛ You called for back up? ❜
❛ What did I just witness? ❜
❛ How do you cope when the one you love is with somebody else? ❜
❛ Have you ever thought it? ❜
❛ Are you wearing a wire? ❜
❛ Is there something wrong? ❜
❛ Is it something I said or something I did? ❜
❛ What’s wrong? I thought that it was okay? ❜
❛ Are you going to hold that against me forever? ❜
❛ So, tell me, what else is new? ❜
❛ You never actually cared, did you? ❜
❛ You went to a party without me? ❜
❛ Why wasn’t I invited? ❜
❛ Do you think that’s a little fucked up? ❜
❛ Oh, so you do speak? ❜
❛ Do you think it’s really worth it in the end? ❜
❛ How many more times do I have to tell you? ❜
❛ You didn’t think that it would bother me? ❜

Me waiting for the fandom to fuss over Keith for his birthday month, like they did for lance

Originally posted by allreactions

7.5 mile run, new BNHA, you know the drill:

  • Deku receiving enthusiastic support from normal citizens to pursue his dreams is one of my favorite tiny details of BNHA because a lot of shows love to do the whole “society is against them” thing but no people love and support Deku.
  • my aesthetic: Iida sprinting through the rain in a neon green poncho yelling at people that they’re Late for Being Early
  • Don’t worry about it
  • Young Mic and Young-zawa give me life
  • Like I’m positive Present Mic takes credit for naming Eraserhead like he brags about it in public and to news crews like “you know that hero that never ever agrees to interview with you and you know nothing about well hes a great friend of mine and IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII named him!”
  • What am I talking about he brags about this on the radio.
  • ^^^^^This screenshot gave me about 8 distinct flashbacks to public school’s “take one pass it back”
  • Listening to the kids read their Englished names is like 1000x better than reading the manga because you can hear them saying the English words instead of just wondering if the names were translated or not and its adorable
  • Retto Riotto
  • Deku, “Gosh, I think Kirishima’s so cool.”
    Me, “Bitch me too.”
  • MAMA MIDORIYA BEING EXCITED AND SUPPORTIVE OF TINY DEKU’S TERRIBLE ALL MIGHT RIP-OFF NAMES HAS ADDED 4 YEARS TO MY LIFE. Because me too all my creative efforts when i was young were just terrible rip offs of the things i loved and godbless mrs midoriya for playing along
  • its here. King Explosion Murder
  • Kirishima, “You should be Explosion Boy!”
    Bakugou, “SHUT UP”
    Let me explain this is actually a running gag im like 85% sure. (I noticed only because i love and value and remember everything Kirishima says) All throughout the tournament arc, Bakugou was calling people by their quirks because he didnt remember their names. During the Kiri vs Bakugou fight, Kirishima called Bakugou “Explosion Boy” (despite clearly knowing his name) as a jab AT the fact that Bakugou kept doing that. Now he suggests Explosion Boy AGAIN because Kiri’s just being a little shit now and i value him.
  • If I ever drop into a sudden coma just play the sound bite of Ururaka saying “Uravity” and I promise I will instantly wake up.
  • Katsuki “Angry Squeaky Whiteboard Marker Noises” Bakugou
  • Iida….my son…..youre gonna go through some hell
  • Deku voice: “That’s right, I’ve decided to name myself Dumbass. Because Bakugou is always calling me Dumbass and I hated it so now I’m reclaiming it! Fuck you! I’m Dumbass!”
  • Bakugou voice: “……….Dumbass.”
  • ^^^THE PUREST ALL MIGHT TO DATE
  • Most Mangaka: “Even though these characters are 15, they will have all the maturity, rationality, and responsibility of adults as a sort of wish fulfillment to the audience”
    Horikoshi: “This is Bakugou he’s 15 and an idiot so he names himself Lord Explosion Murder”
  • I AM HERE. IN A BIZARRE POSITION.
  • Every time we get a scene reminding us that All Might is a clueless dork I fall a little more in love with this series.
  • Stain. Arc. Stain. Arc. Stain. Arc.
  • Deku, horrified: “HE’S DEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    Gran Torino:
    “I’m alive.”
    Deku, more horrified than before: 

“OHH HE’S ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

No Strings (X)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating:  18+ (explicit sex)

Word Count: 5,524

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

Originally posted by tanktoptiger

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I’ve been thinking and

it occurred to me, just now, right here, that the reason Granny and Vimes feel like such different characters even though they’re not, not really- both are old and angry (so, so, so angry) and understand that everyone’s “just” people and really, really would rather not be Good thank you very much, but they will do the job in front of them, because no-one else will- is that their books approach the idea of Responsibility from different angles:

Granny’s books* say ‘I am responsible. No-one else. I made this choice. I picked this job and now I am going to do it’ and then proceed to do just that. In every finale Granny stands, and wins, by herself.

On the other hand, Vimes tries this. He does, really. But whenever he tries to pick up the weight of the world someone runs up to help him. In every book when Vimes faces the villain, he prepares and goes in alone, but someone always follows him (Carrot in MaA, the  Patrician in Jingo, Angua in Thud!, etc.). And that pretty much takes the above ‘I am responsible’ and answers: ‘Yes, you are. But so are we’.

And I don’t know where exactly I was going with this but i guess it’s somewhere along the lines of how the Witches books deal with personal, individual responsibility, while the Watch books deal with person-as-a-member-of-society and societal in general responsibility.

(Also, like, proof that Granny is the single badest badass motherfucker in the series. No-one else reaches her feet)

*And later Tiffany’s. Because say what you will Tiffany is Granny, just with the edges slightly smoothed.

Heyo! So, I originally started this art back in January, when I was preparing to come out to my parents. I don’t remember why I dropped it (perhaps too big of a project at the time) but regardless here it is now!! Coming out went well, btw!! 

I legitimately would not have be who or where I am today without Star Trek and the friends I know from the fandom. Many of who are asexual or aspec, like myself. The openness of Star Trek and it’s fandom and the messages they had is what had brought me into the fandom originally, and even though there is some fandom stress right now, I fully believe that we can be even more open and loving as we were before. Thank you <3 [pls do not delete my caption!]

As Bad As the Niffler- Newt Scamander x Reader

A/N: Hey everyone! I’m back to writing again, and I’m sorry this is so short. I’m still working on requests and other imagines, but I wanted to put something up since it’s been a bit and honestly, I really missed writing. I love you all and thank you for all the amazing support :)

No warnings, Pure fluff

The frozen air from outside of your shared flat struck Newt as he climbed back up the ladder and out of his case. He cautiously stood back onto the wooden floorboards before clasping his beloved creatures’ home shut. He paused to crack his back and to unstiffen his joints, only to be greeted with the chilling air once more. A shiver rolled down his spine, and he began to walk towards the closet. Carefully, he sifted through his shirts, waistcoats, and a few of your own articles as well, and he stepped back baffled with a hand rustling through his hair.

He could have sworn his gray sweater had been hung after the last wash he finished, and he could have sworn that he hadn’t gone and left it anywhere. Rising out of his thoughts once more, he filtered through his clothes again, only to be met with the same disappointment. Newt rubbed the goosebumps on his arms as his hair started to stand on end from the frigid atmosphere. All he wanted was something a little warmer to wear as opposed to his regular button down, and his coat wouldn’t be as comfortable as the desired sweater. With a sigh, he exited the room and ambled down the wooden staircase to where he could hear you humming along to a soothing record.

When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he called your name out knowing you were in the room somewhere, “Y/n? Love, this is probably a strange question, but have you by chance seen my gray sweat-,”

Newt strode towards the kitchen, while talking to the floor, but when his eyes finally landed on you, he stopped as his breath was stolen right out of his lungs.

You were seated at the wooden table, the newspaper sprawled out and a blue mug perched in your gentle hands. Your hair wisped around your face as parts of it had slipped from the tied bun atop your head. With lips sipping on the contents of the mug, you peered up to glance at your boyfriend as his own eyes slipped down to the gray sweater you were wearing, which just so happened to be the same size and texture as the one he was looking for.

Newt smiled to himself in awe, as he had never seen anyone more beautiful. The sweater was obviously too large for your frame, as Newt was a giant compared to you, but that made you even more adorable. The way your eyes lit up in surprise at his unfinished question entranced him, and he let out a small laugh at your shocked state. His lips curled into a beaming grin as watched you set the mug back down softly upon the surface.

“I was um….borrowing it?” you phrased, as your intended statement came out as more of a confused question directed towards yourself. This earned you another laugh from Newt, as he began to cross his arms and lean against the door frame with a sweet smirk etched on his face.

“I’m sure you were darling,” he chuckled, “Why I’d say you’re as bad as the Niffler with this thievery.”

You gasped loudly and playfully before dramatically pressing a hand to your chest, “How dare you relate me to such a crime.”

You mocked being offended and Newt stepped towards you, grin still playfully on his face. He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and you felt his short stubble gently tickle your face as well. Distracted by the kiss, you didn’t notice Newt start to wrap his arms around you and scoop you up off the chair you were sitting in. Still off guard, Newt took this as an advantage to pepper you with more kisses, bringing you both into euphoria. You wrapped your sweater-paw hands around him, giggling harder than before.

“Hmm I should be annoyed at you for stealing it, but I’ll let it slide since you’re just so adorably radiant in my clothes,” he murmured with his forehead pressed against your own.

He wasn’t lying, he thought you looked astounding, and you were extremely cozy and warm to the touch now, a feeling he was well aware of when he embraced you. Newt lovingly stared into your eyes before capturing your lips with his. Your eyes fluttered closed as you melted into the kiss and felt the butterflied in your stomach, as even after all this time with the man you loved, you still managed to feel as you did on your first date. His hand brushed a few strands of hair from your face, but he was careful not to let you slip onto the floor. He deepened the kiss more, allow the passion you two had towards one another to blossom like a tulip in spring. His earthy scent from hours working in the case before surrounded you, enveloping you two in your own private world of love and affection. Once the kiss broke, you kissed the top of his nose enchantingly, soft as a whisper in the summer breeze.

You looked into his breathtaking pelagic eyes as sorrow swirled in your own.

“I’m sorry Newt, I really am. I shouldn’t have taken it without you knowing. Here I can give it back,” you said while tugging on the sleeved a little more.

Newt cut of your actions with another peck to your rosy lips.

“Don’t worry about it darling. You can even keep it, it looks better on you anyways. But, on one minor condition though,” he proposed.

You responded with a quick kiss to his cheek as your chest rested against his, “And what’s that dear?”

“You come back upstairs to cuddle with me. You’re unusually cuddly and soft right now, and I could use someone to help warm me back up.”

You happily nodded, “Of course Newt. I wouldn’t be able to say no anyways, I love you too much.”


“And I love you by sweater-stealing darling.”

Newt’s grin grew as you then laid your head onto his chest, arms consumed by oversized sleeves still around his neck. He shifted his hold on you and carried you back upstairs to your bedroom so the two of you could enjoy one another’s warm comfort while the chilly air swiftly swirled around in the world outside.

Masterlist

Taako is in Neverwinter. He doesn’t know why.

It’s definitely Neverwinter; he’s spent more time here since joining the BoB, he knows what the place looks like. He’s by his favorite boutique. Down the street he can see the bookstore Angus likes to visit, and he knows that two streets over is the florist and a tiny bakery that makes some of the best petit fours he’s ever had. But when he looks around, there’s not a single familiar face in the crowd.

He wanders, but there’s no additional context to go off of - it’s a nice day and he’d be thrilled at the prospect of a day off if he could just remember how the fuck he got here. There was nobody giving him weird looks, so as much as it feels like it, he didn’t just wake up. There’s no indication of magic around him, so it’s probably not an illusion. Maybe it’s some kind of prank? Maybe one of those chucklefucks stuffed him in a bubble and sent him on his way, unaware? If he finds out who’s responsible for this he’s going to bedazzle their entire fucking wardrobe.

Taako pulls out his stone and calls Magnus, because Magnus should be here somewhere. Taako usually can’t take two steps on a planetside day trip without an excitable Magnus trailing along. And if it was a prank it probably wasn’t his idea - this isn’t his style.

Magnus is in Raven’s Roost, and what the fuck.

“Why the fuck are you in Raven’s Roost?” Taako doesn’t notice how hard he’s clutching the stone.

Magnus laughs, the absolute ass. “Was I supposed to visit? You have actually tell me when you want me to come over, pretty sure that’s how it works. This another one of those last-minute family dinners? …am I allowed to bring the dogs this time?”

Visit, like he’s been there a while instead of here. Like he’s there a lot, even though Taako can’t think of one time Magnus has ever been planetside alone. Maybe he is in on the prank, maybe Carey is feeding him lines on the moon base right now.

“My dude, I see you daily whether I want to or not. You didn’t answer my question.”

Magnus laughs a little and it sounds uncomfortable this time. Like he’s not sure where Taako is going with this, like he wants to give the right answer but doesn’t know what Taako is asking for, and Taako doesn’t understand why he feels a sudden, nervous chill of familiarity. “I… live here?”

Definitely a prank, absolutely some kind of joke, that is the truth Taako is sticking to even though Magnus couldn’t lie to save his life and his voice should be cracking with laughter instead of even and sure. He’s kidding. He has to be kidding. “Uh huh, okay. So if you’re not coming back I can start renting out your room on the base, yeah? Taako could use a little extra income.”

There is a silence that Taako doesn’t like for a long moment, and something in Magnus’s voice has changed when he speaks again. “Where are you right now?”

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“The Hunt” Casifer x Reader

Words: 2,065

Casifer (Lucifer) x Reader

Request: Can I request a reader x casifer one shot where he and the Winchesters get injured on a hunt (the reader stayed behind to do research). And when they come back the reader helps patch them up but casifer gets very jealous that she is helping/touching/paying attention to the Winchesters?

Warnings: Language, mentions of violence, wounds from getting hurt, talk of sex, jealous lucifer, implied smut

Originally posted by cassammydean


“Please tell me you’ve found something useful.” Dean mumbles over the phone, sounding slightly drunk. You can hear people in the background talking loudly, indicating that they may be at a bar.

“I’m not finding anything in the books. I don’t know. You need to give me more time.” You groan, flipping to the next page of the lore books.

Sam, Dean, and Lucifer (who was currently preoccupying Castiel’s body) were out on a hunt. Lucifer demanded to be taken along, since he was a “viable member of the group.” They got to the place where the killings have been happening yesterday, and you know that Lucifer is driving them crazy. Dean has barely any patience when it comes to that man, and it’s leading to both him and Sam rushing you to figure out what it is that they’re hunting. They’ve only been gone one day and Dean is already overly annoyed with Lucifer.

“Just please hurry, alright? I can’t- I swear to god, I don’t even care that you’re occupying Castiel’s body right now, you need to fucking stop or I will stab you.” Dean hisses at Lucifer, making you giggle slightly. “Y/N, figure it out, or I’m making him stay with you while we do this hunt.”

“He’s not that bad. You need to be nice- he’s helping us with Amara, after all.” You roll your eyes even though you know he can’t see it. “But, yes, I will pick up the pace. I’ll call you once I figure it out.”

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Fic, Blurry

Teeny tiny little fic to hold you over till I get back home. I don’t need glasses so all I’m writing here is from what friends and family have told me. No warnings I can think of.

@yep-another-fander @prinxiety-logicality-ss @ts-sideblog @cherrybonesrh13 @sanderssideblog @shit-happens-bitchachos @toxicsanders @tssanderssidestrash @livenarrator @analogical-trash @remmythepegasis @anxietyandlogic @burntblackfeathers @softlogic @mira-jadeamethyst @momfriendlogan @invisibleninjah @rwriterintraining

Logan opened the door to his office and backed up as far as he could into the hallway. Okay, he could see the desk now but it didn’t look like his glasses were on it. Shoot.

He heard a footstep beside him and an abrupt stop.

“Logic? Hey, you’re not wearing your glasses either! What a coincidence,”

“Patton, what are you doing here? And how did you find your way to my office? You are extremely nearsighted,”

“Oh, I wanted to ask if you know where my glasses are. You can figure out anything,” Morality said

Logan tried to focus on the blurry blue, and in places tan, shape next to him.

“That, that still doesn’t answer my question. Am I even looking at you right now?”

Patton squinted. “I can read Braille and there are signs to your office. Took me a while to find it though. Yeah, I think you’re looking at me, Logan. Your face is a little blurry but that’s definitely your face. Roman’s not that serious and Anxiety wears eyeshadow. Uh, you’re not wearing eyeshadow are you?”

“No, I am not. Morality, I placed my glasses down momentarily to look at what was happening out the window but then hit them on accident and now I can’t find them. Could you look at the floor and on my desk? I cannot see anything less than about twenty feet away,”

“Okay, whatever you say, teach!” Patton said. “Just point me towards the door,”

Logan had to try a couple of times before he could actually find the shoulders of the more optimistic side, but he did find them and pointed him towards the office door. Patton found the doorframe by touch and looked at the side of it.

“Awww. You have a little name tag!” Patton exclaimed.

“Morality, focus!” Logic said, making his way to the door from memory.

His office blurred as he got closer. If he could search from across a street then they’d be in business.

Patton looked closely at the desk and around it. Eventually he found Logic’s glasses by the wastebasket by the door.

“Found them” Morality said, holding them up.

“Perfect. Now give them here and… augh!”

Logic sucked in air through his teeth. Ouch.

“Logan? What happened!?” Morality cried out.

“I just hit my hip on the desk. Just give them here,“Logan said, holding out his hand.

Morality, with a bit of difficulty, placed the glasses in Logic’s hand.

“Thank you,” Logan said, putting the glasses on.

Then he paused. “Um, Patton? It would appear your glasses are on your head,”

“What?” Patton said, reaching up.

“Oh, that’s right! I was reading the newspaper!” Patton put his glasses back on. “There you are!” He beamed.

“Get out of my office, please,”

“Okay, catch ya later. Bye!” Morality said, waving as he left.

Logic sighed and returned to his work.

Recently Read Fic Recs - 9/24/17

If you know of any good new fics, feel free to send them to me! I’m always looking for new fics to read :)

1. Chasing Empty Spaces by Lis (79k, E)

The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the “perfect” girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn’t realized he didn’t actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson.

2. Turning Page by Anonymous (67k, M)

“What’s your name?”

“Harry.” He draws the word out slowly, hesitantly - like he’s not sure about it. The guy knots his hands behind his back. “Harry Twist.”

“Right,” Niall says, eyes lingering suspiciously on Harry before looking back to Louis. “You wanna buy Harry a drink?”

Louis lets his eyes drip back to Harry, to his wide eyes and the way his shoulders curve down. He really is pretty – Louis will be the first one to admit it and the last one to ever say it out loud. Louis almost smirks and his lips twitch as he tilts his head, “Not particularly, no.”

AU: Harry Styles tries to get lost in a place he’s never been.  Louis Tomlinson has been perfecting the art of being lost for years. What they don’t expect to find is each other.

3. A Few Very Good Mistakes by louisandthealien (12k, NR)

He almost wishes there were a better story.

“Fucked up pop star ends five day bender by wandering into a dive bar alone and passing out in public.”

That would’ve generated press, he thinks, and if there’s one thing that’s constantly on his mind (or more accurately, on the mind of everyone else around him) it’s that all press is good press, and good press is good press but bad press is great press.

Besides, he’s 25 and trying to do the whole transition from boyband to solo pop star. He’s pretty sure a press-fueled meltdown is, like, a right of passage.

The truth, alas, is a whole lot more boring.

Louis falls asleep in Harry’s bar. Harry takes him home to hang out.

4. A Million One, A Million Two (a Hundred More Will Never Do) by LittleLostPieces (42k, E)

While Harry doesn’t want to spend his final year at Wilshire Academy sharing his space with yet another idiot roommate, he figures he could have ended up with a lot worse than Niall. As the school’s newest scholarship student, Niall provides a fresh perspective on Harry’s privileged life, as well as a grounding presence when Harry’s other friends, Liam and Zayn, are acting like lunatics. Most importantly, though, Niall introduces him to Louis, a cynical townie with zero interest in spending his time around entitled boarding school kids. Convincing Louis that he’s more than a trust fund and a charming smile won’t be easy, but Harry’s never been one to back down from a challenge.

An AU loosely inspired by the short-lived WB drama, Young Americans, and the Gotta Be You music video.

5. One-Two-Three What Are We Fighting For by taggiecb (25k, E)

“Do you know why these people are protesting this man’s funeral?” Louis continues, letting his frustration out on this motionless creature in front of him. “Because of who he loved. But I am the bad guy because I am trying to protect those people in there from these people out here. I am the bad guy because I am standing in leather pants and drive a motorbike, and those pricks are ‘Christians’.” He raises his fingers to quote.

The sudden motion makes the man flinch, just slightly. No one would notice if they weren’t staring so intently as Louis is now. Louis notices though, and he takes some sort of satisfaction that he got even a slight rise from the man.

“We aren’t the bad guys here. And yet who would you be arresting if something went down right now? You know the answer to that don’t you? Just moving my hand made you flinch. Those idiots are jumping around behind you, waving signs and God knows what else, and you aren’t so concerned with them. But one move of my hand, and you were ready to pull a weapon on me. Don’t deny it.”

6. Ricochets by Myinnerfangilr (1k, GA, MCD)

Harry used to love sitting on the single iron bench facing the water. He would roll the stones under his feet, looking for the flattest ones. Placing them on his lap, he would clean away the dirt, before offering them to Louis: “Four ricochets and you get a kiss.”
“Four ricochets and you marry me.”
“Do four ricochets, Louis, and I might finally give you an answer.”

A story of love and grief.

Great Comet characters as shit I have said
  • Natasha: She touched my leg once so we're basically married.
  • Pierre: The number of times this week I have thought "death doesn't sound so bad" is truly staggering. I was just eating bread and boom, there it was again.
  • Sonya: You know I can't hold your hand to your car next year, right? I'm graduating? I know the wind is scary but no.
  • Marya: I am the law here and we play Viking metal at practice now, bitch. It fuels my aggression.
  • Anatole: Yo I got this chick's number even though I hit myself in the face with a pen because she has a thing for drummers, which I kind of am. Just not, like, in a band. It's fine, she lives in a different time zone. She'll never know.
  • Dolokhov: I will fight you with my two broken hands!
  • Helene: Once I thought I was a heterosexual. Then girls happened.
  • Bolkonsky: Sometimes I miss my hawk screech tic, other times I think having friends is fine too.
  • Mary: Not all of my suffering is because of women. Just, like 65%. Some of it is general life.
  • Balaga: (going 80 in a 25) Stop signs are suggestions!
  • Andrey: I wasn't at this party but I still heard all the ways y'all fucked up.
Horror RPGs in a Nutshell
  • The Witch's House: Oh look, the dresser killed you. And the clock. And the tadpole. And the book. And the fountain. And the knife flying out of nowhere. And breathing.
  • Mad Father: I know Father killed several innocents, and tortured them in the process, and turned puppies into soup, and bombed an orphanage, and leaked spoilers, and stole all the Yu-Gi-Oh cards in Target, and put the soda into the microwave... But he's a good person!
  • Misao: ...Yeah, I don't care that my classmates are dead. They were assholes. This place isn't even scar- OH GOD IT'S A PHONE
  • Mario - The Music Box: *Luigi waving a cross at Mario's head* OUT OF THIS HOUSE! OUT OF THIS HOUSE! Spirits begone from this house!
  • The Crooked Man: I need to find this guy... Even though I could've just asked who he was. Instead I'll just travel across the country and reflect on my miserable life... And blindly follow addresses on vague notes.
  • The Sandman: Dude, I am TRIPPING right now. And my classmates are assholes again.
  • The Boogieman: Killing innocent people by the dozens and gaslighting the survivors? Ha, what a dweeb.
  • Paranoiac: *insert generic Scooby Doo running montage music here*
  • Corpse Party: Everyone you love is going to suffer, die, then suffer some more. Forever. And it's all your fault. But hey at least this girl is gay
Undercover•Shawn Mendes

request: Can you write an imagine where you and Shawn are both famous singers and are dating, then you both see each other on the red carpet and cuteness ensues.

a/n: !!!!Famous couple AU!!!!

Originally posted by illuminateshawn

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“I’m sorry I used you.” [Drabble pt.1]

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst

Drabble pt.1

Word count: 1,166. 

[Drabble pt.1] [Drabble pt.2 Finished]


But a simple ‘I’m sorry’ wasn’t good enough. It was never good enough and it will never ever be good enough. How was sorry ever going to cut it? I’ve done nothing but caused him pain. Not physically, but emotionally. Sometimes emotional pain hurts more than taking a few punches. Sometimes it’s the aftermath of being punched, why you were punched that hurts more.

I used him. I used him to get to his best friend. I secretly dated Taehyung so that I would have more chances to see Jimin. Jimin had no idea, he had no part in any of this. Behind Taehyung’s back I would flirt with him, I’d do anything to catch his attention. I thought I loved Jimin, I thought he was everything I ever wanted. But it turns out. That person was Taehyung. But I took advantage of him and his kindness. He never doubted me, when he really should have. Even with the way I acted, how I told him that he couldn’t tell anyone about our relationship, he never once disagreed. He went along with whatever I wanted. But here I was right now, standing outside his front door. Wanting to beg for him back.

I knocked on his front door, knowing he was the only one home tonight whilst the boys were out having fun. Jimin told me. I don’t deserve either of them. So why am I even here? The door open and there he stood, in front of me looking as handsome as always, though his hair was messy - and his eyes were red.

“What are you doing here?” He croaked out, which caused my heart to ache.

“Can I come in?” I asked, shamelessly.

“Why would you need to? Jimin’s not here right now, which you should know because you’re his girlfriend.” I could hear the bitterness in his voice, but how could I blame him? After all, I did use him as a bridge to cross over to get to his best friend. I still wonder, why didn’t he expose me?

“I miss you.”

“You can’t say shit like that Y/N we’re not together anymore, I guess we never were in your eyes.”

“But I need you Taehyung and I’m sorry I used you.”

“Do you think you can just walk back into my life as easy as you left it? Do you think you can just waltz in here and pretend that nothing ever happened? That you didn’t use me to get to the person you really loved? The person being my best friend? If you’re thinking the answer’s yes then you’re in for a hell of a surprise.” His words were sharp, they left his tongue as if he had thought this all out before saying them.

“But you said you’d always love me right? Don’t you mean that?”

“I was stupid to even send that message. A complete fool. You’re not worth it, but yes I loved you and quite frankly I still do. I can’t stop loving you, I don’t know how to stop loving you. No matter how hard I try to forget you I can’t because you’re always here. you’re always rubbing in my face your relationship wth Jimin. It fucking hurts Y/N, can’t you see you’ve broken me? Is this what makes you happy? Does it make you feel good to see someone who was head over heels for you, break down? You never even loved me did you?” His eyes were watery, but the I figured - so were mine. I swallowed back the tears, hearing him say that I wasn’t worth it hurt a lot. But he’s not wrong. Because I wasn’t worth it and what hurts the most is the fact that I tore him into shreds without even thinking about the pain he’d go through.

“But I do Taehyung, I do love you. After all the time we spent together, you’re the one I fell in love with and I’m sorry for not realising it sooner.”

“It’s too late for that, you’re Jimin’s girl now.”

“Please don’t say it’s too late, we can fix this. I can fix this, just give me one more chance.”

“You’re being fucking ridiculous right now, you’ve been with Jimin for only a week how could you? Or is it because he doesn’t want you? So that’s the reason why you’re here? Because I’m a back up plan? I loved you Y/N for the months that we were together not once did I doubt my love for you, and I sure as heck ever doubted your love for me. But you betrayed me, was lying to me fun? Was telling me that you love me that easy for you when you didn’t mean it? I have feelings too Y/N.”

“No I left him because I realised that it’s you I love, not Jimin, I don’t love him at all. Whenever I spent time with him, I could only think of you. You’re the one for me Taehyung I swear, if you’d let me have another chance I swear that I’ll make it right, you won’t ever have to doubt my love for you, like you never did! I never doubted your love for me either!” I tried to grab ahold of his hand but he flung his arm away. But do I blame him? No. But did it hurt? Yes, a lot.

“Do you even know what you’re saying right now Y/N? How could you? You’re trash to me, and I’m telling Jimin this. You don’t deserve him, you don’t deserve either of us and of course you wouldn’t doubt my love for you Y/N, because you couldn’t. Because my love for you was real. I can’t even believe you have the damn balls to be standing here right now saying this to my face whilst you’re still dating Jimin. You’re disgusting. Get the fuck off my porch. I never want to see you again.” He slammed the front door and I saw him walk away through the glass. I saw how he used his sleeve to wipe away his tears.

If I had just held on, if I had not used him, if I had a real heart. Non of this would have happened. He’s right. I don’t deserve Jimin, and I don’t deserve him either. So I’m walking away, away from them both. Because they deserve so much better than a shitty person like me.

I knew that Jimin wasn’t going to answer his phone, so I left him a voicemail.

“Hey Jimin, it’s me Y/N. Let’s break up, you’re too good for me and I don’t deserve you. I’m sorry I don’t have the balls to tell you why, and for that I’m a coward. But I’m sure if you asked Taehyung, he’d be more than happy tell you. I’m sorry, but I don’t love you. I’ve always been in love with someone else. I love T-”

The sound through the phone signalled that my time was up.

That our time was up.


This was random, I don’t know why I wrote it… and I don’t think it’s angsty enough .-. what doooo

Anonymous said: Hi! Could I please request a scenario where Endeavor has never approved of Todoroki’s S/O. Then one day he gets critically injured during a battle and she saves his life with her healing quirk. (Even though she didn’t have to) After that, he attempts to be nicer to her (though awkwardly), much to Todoroki’s surprise. (Brownie points if she’s shy and absolutely terrified of Endeavor XD) Thank you!!

Endeavor and being nicer? Why am I not surprised that it takes getting critically injured for that to happen, arghhh.. Anyway, Anon, here you go! <3 

Warnings: None

Todoroki could laugh right now at what he was seeing.

His father, Endeavor, restricted to a hospital bed, no doubt cursing each and every one of the doctors who’d advised him—strongly—to stay in the hospital for just another day or two under observation, just to be sure his health was as fine as he looked. (That is, if you took away his minor injuries, and the fatigue and annoyance that came with being in a hospital, apparently.) After all, even famed heroes could get injured, and Todoroki had been there to see his father receive his injury during the battle he and you had happened across while at the mall.

Todoroki knew he shouldn’t be this amused.

His father had almost died from the injury, and regardless of his questionable reputation as a pro-hero, his death would’ve been devastating to those that actually looked up to him. Todoroki was well aware of how much worse it could’ve been without you there to heal his father with your quirk, and it seemed, Endeavor did as well, huffing whenever he saw Todoroki tapping away on his phone, exchanging texts you with about his father. Like the doctors and nurses, you’d expressed worry for Endeavor’s well-being and the aftereffects of your healing quirk on him.

As he sat on the armchair across from his father, Todoroki’s phone buzzed with another text from you, this time with a picture of the flowers you’d bought. Wanting to drop some off, you’d asked earlier that morning what kind of flowers Endeavor liked, to which Todoroki replied that his father had no preference for flowers. Of any kind. It was possible he’d burn them out of boredom, so even the prettiest of flowers weren’t safe with him.

Todoroki texted you a short compliment on the picture, then looked up from his phone. Endeavor was frowning at him.

“Is it that girl?” he asked, his tone rough. He leaned against the headboard of the hospital bed, arms crossed. Apart from his question, there was no other noise in the room. Endeavor had refused to watch anything, so the TV remote remained untouched, and music was just out of the question.

“Yes,” Todoroki said stiffly. “She’s bringing you flowers.”

He didn’t feel like getting specific. If it wasn’t important news about a hero or villain, updates from his interns, or a discussion about Todoroki’s proficiency with his quirk, it was lost on his father. All Might was the hero to freely talk to about flowers, not Endeavor.

Todoroki heard his father scoff and saw him avert his eyes elsewhere.

“Flowers,” he echoed, sounding insulted, but Todoroki couldn’t hear the notes of contempt that were usually in his father’s voice when the conversation was about you. In fact, he hadn’t heard them since you’d healed his father, which was both a surprise and a concern.

Had his father actually been that affected by his brush with death? No… for most, almost dying would be life-changing, but for heroes, especially pro-heroes, it was always a risk. A better question would be… had you saving his life change his father’s mind about you?

There was a sudden knock on the door. Todoroki knew it had to be you, from how soft it was, but before he could do anything, Endeavor called out to the door, much louder than he needed to.

“Come in!”

Todoroki saw the door open slightly, allowing in flowers in deep oranges and reds to bring some color to the mostly white room. You had them in a vase, which you were using to hide behind as you stepped inside, flashing Todoroki a panicked face that only relaxed when he walked over to help you set the flowers down, his fingers brushing against yours comfortingly in the instant he took the vase from you.

“M-Mr. Endeavor,” you greeted his father. Your attempt at being polite earned you a snort from the pro-hero.

“Endeavor,” he corrected.

“E-Endeavor,” you repeated, motioning nervously to the flowers. “These are for you for… using my quirk on you… I-I can bring you different ones, if you don’t like them.”

“Leave them,” Endeavor ordered, closing his mouth tightly. He appeared to be struggling with something, lowering his head to scrutinize the flowers from the hospital bed with critical eyes. And it could’ve just been the gentle lighting of the room, but where Todoroki was, standing next to you, it looked like the flames on his father’s face were dimmer, somehow.

His stare kept locked on his father, Todoroki waited impatiently for him to get his point across already.

“Your quirk is… useful,” Endeavor then said, uncertain, as if finding the right word had been a strenuous task. His eyes were now on his work phone, so he was unable to see the matching looks of surprise you and Todoroki had, before Todoroki took your hand and led you to the door.

“We’re leaving.”

Todoroki turned back to his father. “I take it you’ll be fine on your own?” he asked, deciding to play the role of caring son, while Endeavor was still in that sorry state of his.

His father said nothing, only scoffing in reply. Todoroki took it as a yes, following you out the door that he felt relieved to close once you two were in the hallway.

He felt you squeeze his hand. “I think your father was trying to be nice to me,” you said, awed.

You suddenly gasped.

“Oh my god, should I have said thank you earlier?!”

Todoroki laughed.

Stranger Boy - Montgomery de la Cruz x Reader

Request - “What about an imagine where the reader finds him really upset that he can’t control himself and admits he might need some help?? Love your writing!“

A/N: so i don’t know where this came from but it just happened as soon as I got that request??? And idk how I feel about it???

The halls were usually pretty quiet at this time of day. Most people had gone home, only last minute crammers and those who didn’t wish to go home, like you, remained. You’d just finished up at the library, pretending you were trying to fit any kind of information into your long term memory, but really reading whatever YA crap you could find on the shelves. Each of your feet plopped in front of the other matter-of-factly, moving as leisurely as possible. Despite hearing cleaners already at the school, you still slugged about. A distant sob-like noise from a nearby classroom alerted you. So, you being you, you decided to investigate.

The problem was, once you were there, it was already too late. In the corner of the classroom, slumped on the floor, was a crumpled looking figure, shaking with its hands held out in front. Really, you could leave. But you knew deep down that you couldn’t leave this poor person clearly in turmoil. As you edged closer you noticed the hands were bloodied. The shaking seemed to intensify the further into the room you moved. A stray floorboard creaked, and the head snapped up. The boy looked haggard, exhausted, but his youthful features lay beneath. The pretty green eyes which were now boring into you, glistened from tears that had been shed earlier on, and straight, neat eyebrows furrowed over at your presence. Despite you knowing this was probably what he looked like on a bad day, the boy was attractive. He wasn’t just ‘hot’, there was something about him which instantly drew you to him, and you just knew that you had to help him. Maybe it was fate.

Starting with a calm smile, you knelt near him, but not too close, giving him personal space.

"Hi. This is probably the most stupid question I could ask right now, but, are you okay?” You kept your voice low and gentle, despite the mental cringe at how stupid you sounded.

The boy scoffed, fuelling a pretty violent shake.
“You’re right. That’s fucking stupid.” His hands dripped a little, indicating to you that the blood must be fairly fresh.

You pulled your bag in front of you, and took out the first aid kit that you were mentally thanking your mother for making you carry.

“Do you have any allergies?” You asked, taking some antiseptic wipes. He simply shook his head, and his eyes told you that he was as grateful for the first aid kit as you were. You took one of his hands into your own, and began to gently clean it with the wipes. The boy winced at the sharp sensation and tensed underneath you, but eventually relaxed at your touch. With all the blood removed, you noticed the wounds were not as bad as they may have looked before.

“Punch a mirror or something?” You joked. He let out a short snicker, but shook his head.

“A person. And then that wall over there, a few times.” He glanced his eyes to the front of the classroom, where upon turning to face it you noticed the cracked paint and marks of blood. In the area was also a desk which had been knocked over. His jaw clenched tightly as you turned back to face him.

His silence wasn’t awkward, in fact, it was oddly comforting, and made your efforts at being a nice person a lot easier, since the human interaction was low.

After both hands were clean, you moved in with some soft bandage. You noticed him shut his eyes as you applied the bandage over his damaged knuckles.

“Looks like you throw a mean punch.” You joked again.

“Guess so.” He exhaled, head still rested on the wall behind him. The shaking you’d noticed when you’d first entered had slowed somewhat, it was still there, but much milder than previously.

“Why are you still at school?” He stayed in the same position, but he spoke almost as though he was trying to make you stay.

“Home sucks. The library here is well stocked - what can I say? What about you? Why you still here?” You edged a little closer to him, checking that your bandaging was secure.

His jaw clenched in response again. “I felt like hitting someone.” There was clear regret in his voice, and his rough words dripped with malice. You took the time while his eyes were shut to study his face more intensely. He had light freckles all over his face, clumping over his nose and under his eyes. His lashes were fairly long, and stuck together from previous tears.

The boy noticed that you had stopped and opened his eyes. Unlike ordinarily, you didn’t immediately defer your glance, but instead studied the shades and contours of his apple-green eyes. He did not avert his gaze either, studying your own eyes.

“I need help.” He stated.

“That’s why I bandaged-”

“No, serious help. There’s-” he threw his head into one hand, gripping at his forehead. You winced at how he was probably stretching his fresh wound. “There’s something really wrong with me.”

“There’s nothing *wrong* with you. It’s just a difference, and there’s nothing bad about getting support for that difference. Tell me what it is.”

“I don’t know what the fuck it is, but for some reason I trust you.” He nodded into your eyes. “It’s my temper. It blows at the smallest fuse and I end up hurting a lot of people.” He breathed.

“And walls, apparently.” You chuckled.

He snorted.

“Why am I telling you everything? Why didn’t I tell you to fuck off the minute you entered?” He wasn’t angry though, just confused.

“I’m not sure, but I’m glad you didn’t.” You risked taking his hand and gently smoothing his knuckles.

“And, even though we don’t know each other, I’m more than happy to help you find what you need to stop yourself feeling this way.”

You noticed that the shaking had completely stopped now. His eyes told yours thank you.

“I’m starting to think maybe you’re some kind of illusion here to put me on the right track.” His eyebrows furrowed again.

“Definitely real.” You squeezed his hand lightly. He squeezed back.

“You’d really help me get help? Even though we know nothing about each other?” Although you both knew the fact, the moment you had shared on this entirely random June day meant so much more to both of you.

“Help a stranger a day keeps the heartless away.”

“What’s your name?” He left his hand in yours and kept his eyes on you.

“Y/N L/N. It surprises me that I’ve never run into you before, but it is a pretty big school I guess.”

“I like your name.” He grunted as he shifted slightly.

“Thank you.” You grinned warmly.

“And I can’t thank you enough for being here and being the angel on my shoulder, letting me vent and decide what I need to do. It was something I needed to do by myself, but having you as some kind of visual representation of talking to myself was just what I needed.” He flashed a small smile, seeming to think deeply.

You smiled. “Any time.”

“My names Montgomery. Montgomery de la Cruz. But a lot of people call me Monty.”

Wrong Place Wrong Time (18)

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Part 18 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: You end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and it has negative repercussions. Main characters include: Reader and EXO.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6  Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21  Part 22  Part 23  Part 24  Part 25  Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29  Part 30  Part 31 Part 32   Part 33  Part 34  Part 35 (Final)

Word Count: 5,210 (Maybe a bit more or less)

(I didn’t expect it to be this long, apologies. Also I really didn’t expect the series to be this long as a whole, but I have so much that keeps coming to mind, apologies again 🙊)

–Also I apologise if the exclamation marks don’t show up red on your device (You’ll know what I mean half way through this part.)


“Jongin didn’t want them dead, if he wanted them dead he would’ve aimed straight for the head or heart, but he didn’t he got their thighs. And he never misses, so he did this purposefully, and he didn’t kill me either so there’s more to this but I can’t figure out what it is.” Minseok nodded slowly in agreement. The rest of the men were standing silently trying to process all that you had said.

“I don’t understand why though, is he trying to tease us. Because if it’s a fight he wants then it’s a fight he’ll get.” Jongdae growled, stroking Yixing’s hair.

You didn’t know how to respond because you didn’t know what he wanted either. All you knew was that you had been played and you felt stupid, thank God you never really began to develop any types of real feelings for Jongin otherwise you would be an utter wreck right now. You were just glad that your best friend was alive nearly losing him made you realise just how important he still was to you and how tied to him you were.

“So that means Yixing was right. He killed Luhan.” Baekhyun breathed coldly, taking a hold of Yixing’s hand and rubbing it in his own. “It was Jongin.”

Minseok’s face went blank, he was losing his colour and his body slowly began to shake. He hadn’t thought about it up until now, but what Baekhyun had said must’ve been true. You jumped at the sound of a glass smashing; looking up you saw Minseok throwing bottles from the shelf onto the ground in a fit of fury.
“I’ll fucking kill that bastard!” He screamed at the top of his lungs, causing you to cover your ears with the palm of your hands.

“Minseok stop, please.” Kyungsoo attempted to restrain him, but instead Minseok shoved his elbow back into Kyungsoo’s nose, causing his nose to start bleeding.

“Get off of me! Leave me alone! He killed Luhan, he was a brother to me, we did everything together! I have every right to be mad. I will kill that fucking bastard!” He stormed out of the Op room, allowing the heavy metal door to slam shut behind him, making the room shake slightly. You let out a heavy sigh, why was nothing in this house getting any better? Everybody’s emotions were continuously spiralling out of control, including yours. You exited the room, climbing the metal stair case to the main part of the house and walked along the corridors to Minseok’s room. Opening the door slowly you saw him squatting on his floor, tears pouring down his face.

“Hey are you okay?” You asked quietly, poking your head around the door.

“Go away; I don’t want to speak to you.”He furiously wiped the tears away from his face with the back of his hands.

“Minseok, you’re just upset. I know how you feel.”

“How the fuck could you possibly know how I’m feeling! You didn’t know Luhan, in fact, who the fuck have you ever lost in your life? I said I don’t want to see anyone and that includes you. Just because you’ve spoken to me once or twice that doesn’t make us best friends. Get the fuck out!” He shouted at you taking his shoe off and throwing it in your direction, you quickly closed the door before it had a chance to hit you. Your heart sank in your chest. After you felt as though you had made progress with Minseok and took 1 step forward, now you had taken 2 steps back, he was regressing back to the hateful Minseok, the one you didn’t like, the one that was dangerous to be around. You were sick and tired of being in this house. You slowly made your way to the living room dragging your feet along the floor. You were slowly losing everyone that you could talk to, Chanyeol and Yixing weren’t conscious, Baekhyun was too busy tending to them, Jongin had disillusioned everyone and if there was any glimmer of hope of even getting close to Minseok it had apparently just died. You dropped your body onto the sofa hugging a cushion tightly and letting tears pool on your waterline. You were so sick and tired of crying, it hurt, it was beginning to give you a headache but it was involuntary by this point.

“Why are you always crying?”

 You screamed, jumping up in your seat you hadn’t realised Kyungsoo sitting on the other sofa to your left. He was holding a tissue up to his nose to stop it from bleeding.
You rolled your eyes at him, tired of the way he acted so bluntly all of the time. Ignoring his question you turned your back to him and continued hugging your pillow.
“You need to get used to stuff like this Y/N. Crying will do jack shit for you. You don’t see us guys crying at every chance we get.” He sighed, blowing his nose.

“I didn’t choose to be here, So if crying is the only way for me to cope, then so be it, i’ll cry my eyes out. I don’t see why it’s any of your concern.”

“You think we wanted to be here? You think I wanted to be here?” he laughed sarcastically looking at you impatiently. “I have a family you know. Had a family…” His voice began to crack, sounding the exact same as it did when he was talking to his mum and brother. You whipped your head up in his direction.

“How did you get here?” You asked putting your cushion down and turning your body so you were facing him full on.

“I just got here.” He said blankly, the same monotone voice and expression he always used. You were beginning to grow tired of Kyungsoo’s mannerisms. At first it was scary, but now it was just boring.

“Gosh Kyungsoo what is wrong with you. Why are you always so moody? You are literally the dullest person I’ve ever met in my life. And I, as an apprentice in a firm have met some very colourless people. I might be a cry baby but at least I’m not sulky, damn it. If anyone needs to change here it’s you.” You frowned at him, you could care less about the tone of your voice right now, if he wanted to kill you it would be doing you a favour anyway. You didn’t want to be here. You got up from your seat about to leave the room, when he spoke up all of a sudden.

“This is the best disguise to wear, didn’t you know?” He laughed sadly, you returned to where you were sat staring at him intently. “We’re all putting up a facade but as far as I’m concerned the others are doing it wrong. Minseok acts all tough; it pulls attention, it makes people want to know his story. Yixing and Baekhyun are too happy even though that’s impossible when you’re living a life like we are. Nobody cares about the straight faced guy with no emotion, nobody asks that kid questions. That’s why I’m doing it right.”

“Well clearly you’re not, because here I am.” You said pulling a ‘this is awkward’ face and cracking your knuckles.

“That’s just because you’re annoying.” 

You put your thumb up at him, disregarding what he just said.
“So what’s your story?” You asked, shifting yourself a little bit further down the sofa and closer to Kyungsoo. His nose had stopped bleeding by now, but the bloodied tissue in his hand was beginning to make you feel queasy. You felt like you’d seen enough blood to last you a life time.

“What do you mean?” He looked up at you. You sighed; if he was going to play dumb then you’d have to treat him that way.

“I mean that the conversation between you, your mum and your brother didn’t exactly go smoothly did it. So why are you here and don’t brush me off I’m tired of getting the cold shoulder?”

He cleared his throat averting his gaze from you. “I left home. I ended up here. Simple.”

You rolled your eyes at him, he was being stupid and it was beginning to piss you off.
“If you don’t tell me I’ll force it out of you.” You got up walking over to him, but he stayed silent.
“I know how you hate being around other people.” You smirked impishly, lowering yourself down onto Kyungsoo’s lap and leaning back against his chest.

“What the fuck are you doing? He hissed in your ear. You tried to stifle your laugh.

“Tell me. Or I’ll stay here. I must admit your lap is comfy Kyungsoo.”

“Get off!” He shoved your shoulder, trying to push you off.

“Ohh Kyungsoo.” You cooed teasingly, “I can’t tell if you want me to get off because you’re angry or because you’re scared that you like me sat here but you’re too embarrassed that you’re feeling some type of way about this.”

“No! Shut up! Get the fuck off!” He pushed you to the side of him, you were laughing now. He looked at you angrily shaking his head but then burst out laughing too. It was a foreign sound to your ears to hear Kyungsoo laugh, but it was nice. Just like when you’d first heard Minseok laugh.
“Why are you so annoying?” He rolled his eyes, but he was smiling now.

You shrugged your shoulders “I’m a business woman; it’s kind of in my job description, pester people until you get what you want. So tell me your story then.” You said impatiently sitting cross legged on the seat next to Kyungsoo, turning to face him. He sighed and the smile disappeared from his face.

“Babu has always been the better one out of the both of us. The cleverest, they always had high expectations for him ever since he was young. He’s always wanted to work in the medical field, I on the other hand was content with being an artist or chef. Either or the two would suit me fine. But my parent’s didn’t really want that. They wanted us to be doctors and lawyers.” He scoffed, shaking his head lightly and looking down at his hands.
“So he was the model son, they payed for all the private tuition he needed, all the equipment that was necessary, they worshiped the ground that he walked on. And although I was jealous and angry with him I still admired him. I was in love with him.”

“You what?” You choked on air, wondering if you misheard.

“For fucks sake Y/N not like that. I meant I loved him the way a younger sibling adores their older brother or sister. Christ, what is wrong with you that’s disgusting.” You laughed sheepishly, embarrassed that you had made such a mistake.
“Anyway, he got his foot through the door, getting a job working as an trainee-something-or-other.  When I got to college I initially picked Art and Culinary catering as some of my modules. I enjoyed it so much but my parents weren’t happy, especially my dad. He forced me to change them to Law and Biology, so I did. I struggled so hard with them I didn’t understand anything. My grades plummeted and I failed my exams. The whole family were so disappointed in me, I couldn’t take it, and so I ran away from home for a few months. But then my father had died. I was never his favourite I knew that much, but I still couldn’t help but feel lost at his absence. When the autopsy came back they found some type of toxic substance in his system, they claimed he must’ve committed suicide, but I knew otherwise my dad wouldn’t have done that. But Babu believed every word they said and blamed my father’s death on me; he said he committed suicide because I had shamed him.” Kyungsoo’s voice began to crack; he paused for a second trying to compose himself before he continued.
“So I ran away for good. I found out about Genesis and these guys. That was six years ago. I’ve been here ever since. Chanyeol wasn’t here yet. He came two years after. I remember when he first came, he was terrified, he said there were so many people he needed to protect; his mother, his father. You.”

Your eyes widened. Chanyeol remembered you at a time like that? You felt somewhat honoured that he wanted to keep you safe.

“That’s why I told him to stop being friends with you. It was the only way he could’ve really kept you safe, like I’ve done with my family. But he didn’t listen to me, now look where you are.”
You nodded your head. Now you understood. You remembered around four years ago when you saw Chanyeol and Kyungsoo hanging out at yours and Chanyeol’s favourite fast food joint, that was the first time you had ever seen Kyungsoo before, you went in to say hi, you remembered how unimpressed Kyungsoo looked to see you and every other time after that, one day you even overheard him telling Chanyeol to stop being friends with you, at that time you thought he was just a jealous colleague who was also a bastard and was trying to steal your best friend away from you, but now it all made sense. “He kept telling me keeping you close was better so he could keep an eye on you. I think deep down he knew it wasn’t true, but I guess it’s hard to separate yourself from people you care about. I wouldn’t want to be away from my girl I suppose.”

“Away from your girl? What are you talking about?” You laughed. Kyungsoo didn’t come across as the Boyfriend type.

“What?”

“What?” You mirrored his question.

“You…Chanyeol…You don’t know.” He dropped his head and cleared his throat.

“Don’t know what?” You smiled at him, throwing a cushion at him.

“Nothing.” He stood up quickly, walking towards the door. “We’ve been talking for much too long I have things to do.”

“No wait, what don’t I know?” You turned around in your seat to face his new position.

“Oh Kyungsoo, you’re here. I need to speak to you.” Jongdae said, poking his head around the corner, Kyungsoo quickly followed him out of the room.

“Hey Kyungsoo! You didn’t finish!” You called after him, but he didn’t answer.

 You sighed to yourself, you had nothing to do. Everyone you could speak to was ‘unavailable’ so you decided to take it upon yourself to revisit Jongin’s room. You had forgotten how badly you had trashed it earlier, stepping over clothes and feathers you came to a stop when you saw a folder on the floor, marked with a familiar symbol:

❌❌  


You picked it up and dusted the feathers off of it. You opened it up slowly, not knowing what you’d find inside. Your eyes closed shut tightly immediately, after a couple of seconds you opened them slowly again. There were very graphic pictures of dead bodies in there. What was this? You thought to yourself, you picked up the desk chair that was on the ground and sat down. Flicking through the photo’s you began to feel sicker the deeper you dug. You came to one photo, the victim was very familiar to you, you’d seen this face in a few photos now. Luhan.
He looked ghostly compared to other photos that you had seen. There was a bullet wound in his chest, his clothes were soaked in his own blood. His eyes open, staring lifelessly into the camera. You removed the photo from the pile and put it on the floor next to you. You continued flicking through the sheets of paper, when you got to a section of notes.
“What the fuck is this?” You breathed quietly to yourself, frowning down at the sheets in front of you.
You hadn’t quite seen something like this before. It was a checklist of things that he had to complete one or two things crossed out, but it was also a mixture of a diary, it was as though Jongin was actively having a conversation with himself on the sheet of paper and it made you feel so uneasy. Just thinking about him made you feel uneasy, to think you had allowed him to kiss your lips, you shuddered at the thought. Some of the notices had a red exclamation mark beside them, you were assuming these were the important things.

Join Genesis

Make alliance and bridge the gap

Find out about formulas

AVERT TO PLAN B- MUST TAKE RADICAL ACTION NOW!

MUST KILL LUHAN- He knows more than he should. How did you not realise Jongin, what the fuck is wrong with you ❗️ ❗️

Yixing is on my case, deal with this Jongin or this going to spiral out of control is this what you want? You don’t want to have to kill him, but you have to do what you must to keep yourself covered. Otherwise all of this would’ve been for nothing. ❗️

There’s definitely something more to this Kris and Tao shit Jongin, use your brain.

YOUR FATHER MUST BE STOPPED. HE MUST BE KILLED. ❗️ ❗️

Remember you ARE NOT the bad guy, it’s all for the greater good Kim Jongin.

You stood up rushing over to the door quickly; you had to show this to Baekhyun. Jongin was a psycho.

“Baekhyun! Baekhyun where are you?!” You ran out of Jongin’s room bumping into Sehun. “Ouch!” You hissed, rubbing your forehead.

“Would you fucking slow down?!” He pushed you against the wall, clearly still in a sour mood from finding out who Jongin was. You weren’t sure if it was because he was the youngest, but Sehun tended to be most effected by all of the commotion in this house, and dealt with it in very poor ways. You attempted to run off again but he dragged you back by your wrist. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Get off of me, I need to see Baekhyun.” You punched him in the shoulder but he didn’t budge.

Completely disregarding what you said he began to talk.
“You wouldn’t know this Y/N but before you arrived me and the boys would go out once every week and have a blast, normally at a club. We’d return home with a whore or two… or five” He laughed to himself disturbingly, then looked down at you through dark eyes. “We used to…well I’m sure you can imagine what we’d get up to with those ladies. But lately it’s been so fucking hectic around here, we haven’t had time to go out and do that. I need to release all of this frustration and anger you know, and some whores would be really good right now, I need to get myself to a club and bring some home. But then I think to myself, hang on a minute Sehun, why do you need to go around collecting whores when you have one right here.” He smiled down at you perversely and pushed his hands down your trousers, his hands were dangerously close to the elastic of your knickers, just lingering there.

“Sehun stop” You cried, trying to push him off, but he was too heavy for you. He used his free hand to yank your hair down, making you cry out in pain. He laughed at your reaction.
“I said stop!” You pushed your knee up into his crotch, causing him to fall backwards and groan in agony. You ran down the corridor shouting Baekhyun’s name breathing heavily out fright and turning round every second to make sure Sehun wasn’t following you.

“For Goodness sake he’s in here with me, what do you want and why are you screaming?” An annoyed looking Junmyeon stepped out of the board with his hands on his hips, you pushed past him into the room and slammed the papers down on the table in front of Baekhyun. “Y/N what’s wrong with you?” Junmyeon turned around, still stood at the doorway.

“I found this in Jongin’s room, look at it!” You shouted towards Baekhyun, pointing at the sheets on the table.

“Jongin?” Junmyeon frowned running up to the table beside Baekhyun and looking at the photos and papers. “What the fuck is this?” Junmyeon whispered, slowly picking up the picture of Luhan, whilst Baekhyun picked up the notes.

“I don’t know.” You shook your head. “But it’s so messed up. Where do you think he is right now?”

“I’m not sure.” Baekhyun said, eyes still wide looking at the notes in front of him, “He could be anywhere but I’ll try and do some digging. This is really useful Y/N thanks.”

“Hey who are Kris and Tao, did they work for Red?” You asked, swaying uncomfortably in your spot, you could see the image of Luhan from where you were stood and it was beginning to make you feel queasy again.

“No. They were one of us. They were the two that went missing the night of the ambush. I suppose Jongin had something to do with that too.” Junmyeon frowned looking at the photo of Luhan in his hand and placing it faced down on the table. You nodded walking towards the door, turning around briskly before you left.

“Hey Baekhyun…When will Chanyeol wake up?”

“I’m not sure, they’re stable right now but it might take a while, we’ll just have to wait and see.”
You bowed your head at him and continued walking, going to your room, you sat cross legged on the floor with your back to the wall waiting for some sort of happiness to hit you. But it never did, you sat in that spot, with your head in your lap for about two hours, only shifting when your legs became uncomfortable. You heard a light knock at your door, sighing, you lifted your head from your lap.

“Come in…Unless you’re Sehun, then don’t come in.” You heard the door open, but didn’t even bother to turn around, to be honest you hadn’t the strength.

“You really need to work on your authority. If I were Sehun I would’ve still walked in.” You raised an eyebrow at the familiar voice, why was he in your room? He came to sit on the carpet next to you crossing his legs too. “I came to say sorry. So I’m sorry.”

“Wow. Minseok? Apologising? I never thought I’d see the day.” You refused to look at him though, you were still mad with the way he treated you.

“Yeah, well my mum raised me with manners, I guess it’s time I started using them. Besides…I don’t know you’ve been making me act all soft. I fucking hate it. It’s bad for my image.” He scoffed.

“Nobody cares about your image Minseok only you do.” You still found it strange that you were having a conversation with him, when this time last month he had tried slitting your throat against a wall.

“That’s not true. Oi… Hey! Are you going to avoid eye contact the whole time?” He poked you in the arm.

“Yes. Yes I am.”

“So you’re mad at me?” He laughed mockingly.

“Yes. Yes I am.”
It’s as though you could almost hear him rolling his eyes at you.

“Fine. Whatever. Be that way.” You were finding it hard to believe that both of you were above the age of 20 at this point, you were behaving so childishly.

“Stop looking at me.” You frowned, feeling Minseok’s intense gaze on your body.

“I’m not.”

“Yes you are Minseok I can feel it stop. I said stop!” You turned around to look at him, and he quickly turned his head in the opposite direction. “See I told you. You were staring.”
He let out a sigh uncrossing his legs and laying down flat on his back, you found yourself mirroring his actions, you were looking at him now, staring into his beautifully carved eyes. You laughed to yourself, remembering that that was what you used to call him when you didn’t know his name yet.

“What.” He puckered his brow at you staring intensely at your face.

“Huh? Oh, no. It’s nothing you smiled up at his face. There was something eerily calming about being in Minseok’s presence and yet even though you knew he was capable of being extremely dangerous, that didn’t bother you anymore, not after you saw him tending to the headstones in the graveyard, because you knew that behind this facade he was also capable of exhibiting a great amount of love and care too.
“Ever wondered what life would be like if everything went the right way Minseok?” You asked him, still looking into his eyes.

“Yeah often. I’d like to think I’d have had a well paying job at some sort of tech facility and be married to the perfect woman, or at least have a fiancée.” He smiled softly in your direction, his breathing was slow and relaxed and so was yours. You could stay like this for a long while.
“I guess life wasn’t meant to go the right way for us though Y/N. I believe that God has a plan, and we’re  all here together for one reason or another. I’ve been through so many ups and downs in this house, but I love the boys so much, they’re my family and I would never consider them any less.”

“Why do you think we’re here? It could’ve been anyone else right? You could’ve been any other guy and I any other girl” You asked him, automatically scooting a little bit closer.

He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know, but we’re here aren’t we?” You stared into each others eyes in complete silence for a moment, you didn’t realise before but you were laying so close to each other that your faces were almost touching. Your breathing increased slightly getting a bit louder.

“Oh. No… no, we didn’t just have a moment did we. No of course not.” You whispered to yourself, but a little too loudly, he had heard you too.

“No…No actually I think we just did. That was definitely a moment.” He breathed, not moving his gaze from yours for a second.

“So is this moment still going or…cause it’s kind of starting to get a bit awkward.” You whispered back to him.

“Yeah it’s definitely still going, definitely still having a moment.” Minseok said still looking straight into your eyes.

“Okay so can we stop? Or…”

“I mean I’m kind of trying hard to but I really can’t stop staring at your face right now, so I’m going to answer that with a no, maybe?” He answered a little awkwardly.
“Sooo….. what do we do now? My bad boy persona doesn’t really allow me to think past killing and stuff.”

“Well we really should stop, maybe you should leave, before it gets really weird, I dunno?” You looked up and down his face, but still couldn’t rip your eyes away.

“Hmm, you’re right Y/N, that would be ideal, but I’m really paralysed right now. Like shit. I can’t stop staring…you know what, maybe if you closed your eyes that might help? I might be able to breathe and get up then if you want to try…”

“Yeah… I’m sorry I can’t close my eyes they won’t really stop looking at yours. Shit, this is awkward Minseok.” You felt a rush of heat around your body, you genuinely couldn’t stop looking at him, this was definitely the most intense moment you’d ever experienced in your life.

“Okay so now what? We can’t just stay laying on the floor staring at each other that’s weird, no?” Minseok half-laughed sheepishly.

“Well I mean I dunno… If you want to…”

“Yeah maybe. I was thinking that too…”

“If we maybe just…”

“Kiss, I dunno. I mean –”

“Yeah but can we make this quick though?” You said wincing at the awkwardness of the situation.
Minseok didn’t need to be told twice, he pushed his face closer to yours, covering your lips with his. An intense warmness filled your body as he began to slowly kiss you. Slowly and carefully. He placed a hand on the back of your head, pulling it closer to his, so that the kiss could run deeper, it was nothing like you had ever felt before, your heart was racing now double its usual pace. As if on impulse you raised your hand to cradle Minseok’s cheek. He then broke away suddenly the both of you gasping for air.

He blinked up at the ceiling, hands by his side. “Wow. That was umm…”

“Good? Kind of?” You tried finishing his sentence, the sensation of his lips on yours still lingering.

“Yeah. I think that was what I was going to say, I don’t even know I can’t really think straight right now, I’m a bit –”You cut him off with another kiss, which lasted longer than you intended it to.

“Okay. Fuck it Minseok, you really have to leave now.” You said hurriedly pushing yourself away from his body and staring up at the ceiling in a daze. He jumped up to his feet and ran a hand through his hair.

“Yeah, I-I was just going to do that. I umm… can we not tell anybody about this.”

“I won’t Minseok just –Oh my gosh just get out. You’re making this more embarassing. Fuck!” This new level of awkwardness was becoming too much for you to bare, he nodded briskly and ran out of the room closing the door behind him. You let out a breath and burst out into fits on laughter.

How and why on earth did you and Kim Minseok just have a moment.


It was dark and silent now, you were sure everyone in the house was sleeping, but you couldn’t. Not after the fact that you and Minseok were making out on your floor hours before. You pressed your hands to your lips trying to remember the sensation, his lips were soft and his breath was hot. You were completely shocked at how you had received it, but it felt good. You ran your tongue along your lower lip as if trying to taste him again. But this couldn’t happen again, you knew it couldn’t. Maybe it was just a spur of the moment thing, it had to be. Everyone was so overwhelmed with emotion and you were all dealing with it in crazy ways. Apparently yours and Minseok’s was by kissing each other on a bedroom floor. It would never happen again, you were sure of it. You wouldn’t let it. Your throat was dry, you needed a glass of water.
Creeping out of your room you walked down the corridor to the kitchen tiptoeing as you went.
Looking up you saw a silhouette of a figure in front of you, the person was tall. It couldn’t be Chanyeol, he was out for the count. Shit, Sehun you thought to yourself, taking a few steps back into the direction of your room. The figure stood there eerily for a while, suddenly it came running towards you. The closer it got the clearer he became. Your eyes widened in shock as you screamed.

“Jongin!”

“Don’t be so loud babe, you’ll wake the others. That’s bad manners” He smiled darkly. Pressing a pad of chloroform to your nose and mouth.




Your vision went black.