hello yes this will probably be one of the few times i'll do this so yeah

Will You Fake Date Me? (Jimin Fluffy Imagine)
  • INT. Y/N'S HOUSE -- EVENING
  • Y/N sits on the couch enjoying a delicious bowl of popcorn. Her eyes are glued to the screen where a scary movie plays. Y/N's eyes widen in anticipation, her mouth ajar. She lifts a handful of popcorn to her mouth when-
  • JIMIN: Y/N!
  • Jimin barges through her front door. His small figure is illuminated by the moon of the dark night.
  • Y/N: AHHHHH!
  • By pure reflex, and not a hint of maliciousness, Y/N flings the tin bowl of popcorn at Jimin, showering her living room in kernels and nailing Jimin in the head.
  • JIMIN: OW! Y/N! What the hell?
  • Jimin massages the blow to his head.
  • Y/N: Jimin, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?
  • JIMIN: Yeah, I'm fine.
  • After hearing this, Y/N proceeds to smack Jimin upside the head.
  • JIMIN: OW!?
  • Y/N: That was for scaring me. How did you even get in here?
  • Jimin plops himself down on the couch with a sour expression and his hands rubbing the spot on his head that had received yet another blow.
  • JIMIN: The door was unlocked. You know for someone who watches a bunch of thriller movies, you really don't take all the necessary precautions.
  • Y/N sits beside him and pauses the movie.
  • Y/N: Why are you here? Shouldn't you be on a date with 'Super hot as fuck' Irene.
  • Y/N tries to pull off her best imitation of Jimin when she says, "Super hot as fuck" but her voice comes out a lot deeper than his.
  • JIMIN: Why don't we just call her 'Super hot bitch' 'cuz it turns she only asked me to come out to make Taehyung jealous.
  • Y/N: Seriously?
  • JIMIN: Yes seriously. I just can't believe I thought she actually wanted to go out with me. You know to actually date me.
  • Y/N pauses. She doesn't really know what to say in this situation. She's used to always being the one sulking and Jimin cheering her up.
  • JIMIN: Okay you can stop with the pity stares. I'll live.
  • Y/N: You came to the right place Jimin. My shoulders aren't as sturdy as Jin's but they are here for your tears.
  • Jimin bursts out laughing. Y/N flings kernels of popcorn on the couch at him.
  • JIMIN: That was terrible. Thank you.
  • Jimin sighs.
  • JIMIN: As much as I'd like to stop holding back my tears, I came here on strict business.
  • Y/N raises her eyebrow.
  • Y/N: I'm all ears Agent Chim.
  • JIMIN: I want you to fake date me.
  • Y/N pauses.
  • Y/N: If this were a movie, this would be the perfect moment for a spit take.
  • JIMIN: Y/N, I'm serious.
  • Y/N: You're joking.
  • JIMIN: I just said 'I'm serious'
  • Y/N: That's insane. Friends don't just fake date each other.
  • JIMIN: How would we know? To us it wouldn't be fake dating.
  • Y/N: Jimin, shut up. No way, I am not fake dating you.
  • JIMIN: Please, Y/N, I need your help.
  • Jimin grabs Y/N's hand in his. He tilts his head and pouts his lips. Y/N shakes her head at him.
  • Y/N: Why? Why would we even need to do this?
  • JIMIN: I want Irene to want me. I want her to see what she could have had. What we could have been.
  • Y/N frowns and pulls her fingers away from Jimin's
  • Y/N: Why do you like her so much?
  • JIMIN: What do you mean?
  • Y/N: What's so great about her? I mean yeah she's pretty and all but so are lots of girls. What's so different about her?
  • Jimin pauses. You can tell he's thinking pretty hard about this. He slumps back on the couch and stares into his lap.
  • JIMIN: Honestly I have no idea.
  • Y/N: See? You want to do all this for a girl you don't even really like.
  • JIMIN: I do like her. I just don't know what I like about her.
  • Y/N huffs and the two sit awkwardly in silence on the couch for a moment. A few times Jimin starts his sentence to name something he likes about Irene but then falls back into thought. Eventually Y/N breaks the silence and says.
  • Y/N: You know, if you had just asked me to go on a date with you, I would have said yes.
  • JIMIN: You mean like a real date?
  • Y/N: Yeah, a real date. I kinda get how you felt earlier about Irene using you to get to Taehyung now. And its not your fault. I should of told you earlier Jimin. I like you.
  • Jimin's eyes are wide. He stares at Y/N who is looking down into her lap awaiting for his response. Eventually she breaks the silence again.
  • Y/N: You're my best friend Jimin and I would do anything to help you but fake dating you would be so much harder for me than you think because that's probably the closest we would ever get to becoming more than friends.
  • Y/N gets up off the couch and slowly makes her way to the landing of the stairs.
  • Y/N: It's late. I'm going to bed. You can let yourself out. Goodnight Jimin.
  • Y/N reaches the first step of the stairs when Jimin calls-
  • JIMIN: Wait!
  • Y/N stops at the step and turns around to face Jimin.
  • JIMIN: When you asked me what I liked about Irene, I couldn't think of anything. But when you said what you said right now, I asked myself what I liked about you, and there were so so many reasons Y/N. I like everything about you. Even the annoying things aren't that annoying. Y/N, I think I like you too.
  • A/N:
  • Hello! This is my first time writing an imagine in screenplay format. I tried to incorporate both into one and this is what we got. I really hope you guys liked this because this was a lot of fun to write. Also to the Anon who requested this, I'm sure this wasn't what you imagined but I hope you liked it all the same. Thanks for all the support guys! Thanks @limseoyeon
  • ~Armygirl

lonelywalkingpotato  asked:

Aysel! ^^ I hope this is not a bother to you, but could you write about RFA+V+Saeran unintentionally say something insensitive to fem!MC? My friends actually did this today and I feel kinda down about it. I know they mean well, though. If you don't wanna, you don't need to write about this, I'll probably be fine lol. If you do, though, thank you in advance! --Yuu who idolizes your writing <3

Hello! I know this is late, but I hope you’re alright now^^ 

This… got super long, lol. Some of these things have been said to me in the past and it really hurt to hear it, especially since some of these were said by close friends and relatives. Just remember that there are plenty of people who love you and would never want to hurt your feelings!

I hope you enjoy this request! I don’t think I make total sense in some of them, but I really hope the meaning I’m trying to convey comes across!

Yoosung:

·         You would often feel ill since you had anxiety. It wasn’t anything serious, just stomach aches and headaches were the norm. You had already told Yoosung that you had anxiety, and he was very supportive of you. You assumed that he knew that you feeling sick was a side effect of it.

·         However, you became aware that he didn’t know in one of the worst ways possible.

·         He had just finished a raid on LOLOL and was waiting for some more players to join him, but because of his high rank in the server it usually took a while. So, you absentmindedly said that you felt ill, figuring he would at least give you a hug or tell you that he wished for you to get better soon. But, he did neither of those things.

·         All he said was, “You always seem to be ill, ____!”

·         The words hit you like having a bucket of ice cold water being dunked on you. He laughed, but with a sympathetic look, yet you felt so hurt. How could he say that, especially when he knew the reason why you felt sick?

·         You really wanted to cry, the hurt biting at your heart, but you were determined not to. You kept a brave face, biting your lip as you said it would probably go away soon.

·         He noticed that your voice sounded a little weird, but he assumed it was because you felt sick. Soon, you ended up excusing yourself to your room because you couldn’t hold back the tears. His words hurt way too much and you hated it. Even when you cried, you kept super quiet so he wouldn’t hear. You didn’t want to be such a bother to him anymore.

·         After a few hours, you came out of the room. Even though you were barely able to stop your tears, you had sort of composed yourself. If he didn’t look at you… Or didn’t pay attention to how you sounded… He wouldn’t notice you had been crying.

·         However, you didn’t realise he was cooking, so when you sat on the couch the smell of food began to immediately make you feel sick again. You grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around yourself, trying to hide your face in it.

·         He noticed your presence and greeted you cheerfully, but you could care less. All you could do was reply with yeahs and noises of agreement.

·         It wasn’t until he sat next to you that you could feel newfound tears well up in your eyes, but you hid your face as best as you could. Yet you could feel his gaze bore into you, wondering why you were acting so… different.

·         “Are you okay?”

·         It was those three words that tipped you over the edge, and as the tears trickled down your cheeks, you tried to stifle your noises. But Yoosung wasn’t dumb.

·         He could feel his heart break when he saw you trying to hide your tears. He immediately stopped cooking and threw himself at you, embracing you super tightly. He asks you why you’re crying, like was it something he said?

·         Yes it was, Yoosung.

·         When he realises it was because he made an off-hand remark about you being ill often, he instantly starts apologising. He feels like an utter jerk and is so devastated that he hurt your feelings! And when you tell him why what he said hurt you so badly… his heart sinks. He didn’t know it was a side effect of anxiety, but he feels so bad for not noticing it sooner!

·         His apologies are a mixture of “I’m so sorry!”, “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings!”, and “I didn’t realise that was the reason!”. He sounds and looks like he’s about to cry any minute, and you can genuinely tell he didn’t mean to hurt you.

·         Honestly, he’s said sorry so many times that the word sounds weird to him now.

·         Even if you’ve forgiven him, he feels like his words weren’t enough – he’ll go out and buy you your favourite sweets, and make you your favourite meal (even if it was different to what he was originally making!). If you aren’t in the mood to eat, he’ll make you a delicious hot chocolate topped with whipped cream and marshmallows (it’s not even the instant stuff – he follows this recipe online to make sure it’s super sweet and delicious!)

·         If you’re up for it, he’ll play video games with you, and it doesn’t have to be LOLOL! But if you aren’t in the mood, he’s happy to put on a movie and snuggle with you under a blanket. Just… No horror movies… It’s not like he’s scared, you know!

·         After this incident, he does a whole lot more research on anxiety and pays close attention to what your triggers are. He makes sure he’s much more careful with what he says because he doesn’t want to ever hurt you like that again!

·         Tbh it takes him like a week to stop feeling bad for what he said.

Zen:

·         You hadn’t been looking forward to this day. Ever since you got a letter saying that you needed some injection you were pretty sure you’d had in the past, you had been dreading this day. You had wanted to push the day back, until they gave up and didn’t want to give you the injection.

·         However, you forced yourself to go ahead with it. The sooner you got it done, the sooner you wouldn’t have to deal with it again. You were pretty sure Zen would support you – he was always encouraging and super supportive towards you in the past, after all

·         However, when you told him how you felt, you weren’t expecting his reaction – he thought you were joking!

·         “They’re just needles, ____! They won’t hurt you!”

·         Sure, you could have forgiven him and explained your fear to him, but it was the fact he had the audacity to laugh. All you could do is glare at him and bite your cheek, now facing the prospect of having to deal with your fear alone. However, it was difficult, and the current state you were in definitely did not help.

·         You become more distressed by the minute, the thought of needles and all the bad experiences you’ve had with them on your mind. You feel your heart beating faster, your breaths becoming more laboured, and tears welling at your eyes as you struggle to cope with the thoughts you’re having.

·         Zen sees you panicking and he immediately works on calming you down, using techniques he’s learned from acting and watching his castmates have panic attacks. He’s quick to calm you down, and when you recover he wipes your tears away.

·         He gives you a tight hug and tells you over and over that he’s sorry and has been a bad boyfriend for making light of your fear. He lets you explain your fear and talk about anything else on your mind, all the while holding you and stroking your hair, occasionally placing kisses on your forehead.

·         He feels like he’s been slapped in the face when you tell him how much your fear affects you. He couldn’t believe he had the audacity to laugh it off, even if he wasn’t aware of it beforehand.

·         While you’re waiting for the nurse to call you in, he’ll play with your hair and offer you a ton of encouragement. He’ll talk about random stuff just to take your mind off what’s to come. He doesn’t even mind singing a song for you and offering a show for everyone else in the waiting room if you want it.

·         When you get the injection, he lets you squeeze his hand super tight, even if it’s hard enough to cause bruises. He watches them put the needle in, and he realises why you’re so scared – he hasn’t had an injection in years, so he doesn’t know how it feels, but it looks painful!

·         After the injection, he’ll treat you like a princess afterwards. He’ll kiss where you were injected and let you rest for the remainder of the day.

·         The next day he’ll surprise you with flowers and your favourite sweets, again apologising for acting like a jerk about something you were terrified of. If you ever need another injection, he’s going to remember this moment so he knows not to say something insensitive like that again.

Jaehee:

·         It was just another ordinary evening at her house. You had been staying with her for some time because you had been suffering with some mental health issues, and she wanted to be by your side and look after you. You hadn’t been out for days and the thought of even taking a step outside was too much for you to bear.

·         She had asked you if you wanted to go out, but you shook your head. You would rather stay inside, where you felt comfort, where nobody was watching. You expected her to be fine with it and suggest doing something to cheer you up, but you were totally unprepared for her words.

·         “Don’t you ever get bored of staying inside?”

·         Her words stung. She knew you would’ve loved to go outside, but couldn’t bring yourself to. It wasn’t even like she said it sympathetically either, she said it so casually and sounding slightly irritated… You felt hurt. She had been so accepting about your mental health disorder, but now it felt like she was throwing it back in your face.

·         You hadn’t noticed the tears well up in your eyes until you felt them threatening to spill out of your eyes. You didn’t want Jaehee to see how weak you were, but you couldn’t make them go away. They fell, and you couldn’t suppress the sniffles that followed. You feel so pathetic and childish, but you can’t stop the tears from falling. You covered your face with your hands, trying to ensure Jaehee wouldn’t see… But it only made it more obvious you were crying.

·         Seeing you break down into tears like that makes her feel awful. She could see how much her words had hurt you, and she never intended them to be so malicious. She bit her cheek, trying to stay rational and focus on calming you down.

·         She makes you a cup of tea and some tissues, letting you cry it out. If you want a hug, she’ll oblige, holding you close and letting you cry on her shoulder.

·         When you’re calmer, she’ll give you a sincere apology. She really never meant to hurt your feelings and she feels a pang in her heart seeing you look so defeated and upset. She wishes she hadn’t been so blunt with her words.

·         She suggests watching a movie, and for once she’ll let you choose the film – she won’t mind if it isn’t a Zen musical! She’ll make some snacks and dim the lights, wrapping the two of you in a blanket.

·         After this, she wants to talk to you about your problems. Even if she can’t solve them all, she wants to be by your side and support you through difficult times. She knows how daunting it can be when you can’t bear to face the world; she’s felt like that when she’s been through rough patches working at C&R. She wants to be someone who can help you and build your confidence up.

Jumin:

·         You hadn’t been feeling hungry for the past few days. You often went through periods where you didn’t want to eat and felt fine without food, and now was just another time. Even if you’d tried to hide this fact from Jumin by eating small portions, today you just couldn’t do it. You felt like if you ate, you would burst. You just weren’t in the mood to eat.

·         The problem was, you didn’t know how to tell him you didn’t want to eat. Even if you two were accepting of each other… You didn’t know how he would react to you not wanting to eat. You were kind of terrified that he would force feed you or tell you that you were ungrateful, but you knew it was better to tell him sooner rather than later.

·         As you were thinking of the right words to say to him, you hadn’t noticed that you had been served your food by the chef. In fact, you had been spacing out, so worried about what to say, that it took Jumin to snap you out of it. You would have appreciated it, but the words were the ones you didn’t want to hear, especially now.

·         “Aren’t you going to eat?”

·         Sure, these were relatively harmless words, but hearing them now felt like a slap to the face. You couldn’t even respond or move; his words had caused you to stop functioning altogether.

·         Jumin immediately knew something was wrong. He tried to ask you if you were okay, but now you started to tense up as you thought horrible things about yourself. How you were so unappreciative, how you were a disgusting pig, and how you were just a waste of space. You struggled to meet his gaze, and instead excused yourself from the table, not even bringing yourself to meet his gaze.

·         Jumin normally doesn’t worry, but seeing you look so upset and trying to remain calm… As well as not touching your food… He’s worried now. He completely ignored his meal and followed you, wanting to know why you seemed so upset.

·         Really, you just wanted to lock yourself away and cry alone, but you knew he wasn’t going to let it go, no matter how hard you tried to brush it off.

·         Even though it takes you a while, since you’re so insistent that you won’t cry, you reluctantly tell him why you’re upset. You tell him how insensitive his words were and how they made you feel. How you had those periods of not wanting to eat, and how you were nervous about telling him, all the while he listened intently with a tightness in his chest as he realised he said the wrong thing.

·         “I should have been more careful with my words. I’m sorry.”

·         Letting the chef take away your food, he takes you to the bedroom and holds you close to him, reassuring you that he doesn’t think of you any differently for your eating habits. If you can’t hold back your tears, he’ll let you cry them all out until you’re satisfied. If Elizabeth joins you two, he’ll let you snuggle her as long as you want. He wants to comfort you and make you feel better, since he felt appalled that he would say something so hurtful to you, especially since you were the one who untangled his threads.

·         Honestly, he drops his work for the rest of the day to comfort you and remind you how much he loves you.

·         After this, he’ll make sure you see a doctor, just to make sure it isn’t anything super serious. But, he’ll treat you like luxury for a very long time afterwards, even if he does already; he’ll buy you countless gifts every day, to remind you how much he loves you.

·         It’s now his top priority for you to be comfortable with telling him about any problems you have. He’d never judge you for anything, and he wants you to know that.

707:

·         You were getting ready for a date with Seven. He had arrived earlier than you expected, so he was waiting for you while you finished putting on your makeup. You were super insecure about your appearance, and putting on a lot of makeup made you feel better – it acted as a sort of mask, so no one could judge you for how you looked.

·         However, when you were finished, Seven had a different reaction than you were expecting. Sure, you weren’t expecting him to sing your praises about how you looked, but…

·         “I can’t believe it takes you so long to get ready!”

·         You weren’t expecting that reaction. Maybe it was because you hadn’t been feeling good recently, or the fact that you’d had a shitty week, but his words hurt.

·         Even as you got into his car and he started driving towards your date location, you were having horrible thoughts about yourself. He had never even said the things you thought in your head, but your current mood made you think words that he would never say. And it felt so bad.

·         You tried for so long to not cry, to steel your heart and keep it all in until this date was over. But it was so difficult not to, especially when they were clouding your vision and making it impossible to see.

·         You let a few tears fall, staring at the floor so he wouldn’t see you cry. You would feel so weak and pathetic if he saw you now… Except he kind of noticed.

·         “Are you crying?”

·         You shake your head, trying to brush it off as the rain, but he sees through your lie. You’re in the car and he can hear you trying to control your breathing. And then suddenly, you let it all out, unable to hold back your sadness.

·         Through your tears you told him how ugly you felt, how you hated wearing a ‘mask’ even around him, but it was the only way you truly felt confident. All your life you had been told you weren’t ‘pretty enough’ or looked horrible.

·         You sob into his shirt, neither of you caring that there would be makeup stains left behind. He embraced you, playing with your hair and whispering that it would be okay, that everything was going to be all right.

·         He’ll give you a sincere apology; he feels awful that he hurt your feelings without realising it. You deserve better than his thoughtless words, after all. He even understands how you feel, because he often feels ugly and insecure about his appearance too.

·         When you feel a little better, he’ll cup your face and give you a passionate kiss, wiping your tears away with the pads of his thumbs. And when he pulls away, he’ll giggle and push your cheeks to make you smile, even if it looks weird. He’ll focus on trying to make you laugh too, and honestly it works because this guy is the master of puns and jokes.

·         He’ll even give you his jacket for comfort while he drives, too.

·         Honestly, you two were probably planning on a date at the planetarium but now he’s pulling up to the nearest McDonalds because he knows junk food cheers you up. You’re in a beautiful red dress, makeup done to perfection (asides from the black lines that make you look like the Marionette from FNAF), and hair coiffed as best as you could make it… But you’re eating chicken nuggets and fries, not giving a damn how out of place you look in the food court.

·         When you get home, he’ll show you how beautiful you really are <3

·         After this, he makes sure to tell you how beautiful you are every day. He’s probably gone into your phone and set you random, cute alarms, reminding you that you’re beautiful. He’ll even send you feel good texts throughout the day, even if the two of you are in the same room. He’ll shower you in so many compliments that if each one was a droplet of water, you would be having a bath.

V:

·         You hadn’t had the greatest week. It hadn’t been going well, and you felt stressed. V already knew. He suggested taking photos to relieve your stress and it had been working.

·         You were taking random photos of his cactus, and thought you had found the perfect shot. You were eager to show him, to see what he’d say!

·         However, when he looked at your photo… His reaction didn’t seem to change. And you were confused – could he not see it well enough? Did you show him the wrong picture? Had the camera died?

·         You expected some sort of criticism and were ready to accept it, but you didn’t expect it to be so… harsh.

·         “It’d be better if you made the focus of the photo more central, lowered the brightness…”

·         He started listing his critiques, and it felt horrible. On any other day this would be bearable, but today, when you felt like shit, it hurt a lot. It felt like he was tearing your work to shreds and no matter what you did to improve, it would never be good enough.

·         It hurt even more because he was so nice, and his critiques weren’t like normal. He would normally point out some things that were good about the photo, but he had said nothing of the sort right now.

·         When he was finished with his critique, you couldn’t even say a single word. This man, this kind man, had made you speechless. You muttered a quiet thank you, taking the camera from his hands and ignoring the hurt in your chest. All you wanted to do was go to your bed and cry.

·         However, V could sense something was amiss. He knew his words had affected you. Before you’re even out of the door he asks you if he was too harsh.

·         There was no point in lying about it, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to bottle this up anyway, so you reluctantly nodded and tried to speak with a wobbly voice.

·         Yeah… It really hurt…

·         You let out a ragged exhale, biting your lip as you tried to hold back tears. V seemed to pause, as if weighing your words, before telling you that he’s sorry.

·         He felt so bad for making you feel upset, when that wasn’t his intent. He knew he shouldn’t have been so harsh with his words, and he wishes he could take them back. He tells you that he’s sorry, that he never meant to hurt your feelings like that. You make his entire world and he doesn’t ever want to make you cry because of something he said before he thought about it.

·         You two end up lying on your bed as he pets your hair soothingly, talking to you in that calming voice he knows you love. He holds you close, close enough so you can hear his heartbeat. He does his best to take care of you for the rest of the day - as best as a blind man can – but his efforts don’t go unappreciated, nevertheless.

·         After this incident, he’ll help you take the perfect photo. And when you’ve done it, he’ll frame it above the mantelpiece.  

Saeran:

·         You hadn’t been feeling good recently. You couldn’t tell why, but every day you felt so down and weren’t as cheerful as you usually were. You had tried to hide this from Saeran, feigning happiness when in reality you were hurting on the inside. Although, despite your best efforts, Saeran had seen through your façade. You had sort of expected it, and anticipated him to be blunt with his response, but no amount of anticipation could prepare you for his words.

·         “I wish you weren’t so sad.”

·         You attempted to continue being fine, despite how much the words hurt you, but you just felt ashamed for feeling so sad. You never complained about his moods, but now it felt like you were being criticised for not being as happy as he wanted you to be. You instinctively curled up, as if using your body as a shield against his words, but the damage had been done.

·         He sees you curling up and asks you if you’re hurt by what he said. You try to tell him that you’re fine, but he calls you out on your bullshit. He’s not dumb, and he’s learned the body language you use when you’re sad. He knows your every habit, and he knows how you act when you’re sad.

·         Knowing that you can’t hide your feelings from him, you let it out. You feel ashamed, when this is nothing in comparison to the trauma he’s been through, but it’s like you’re unleashing a waterfall and can’t stop yourself.

·         He tries his best to cheer you up, but to be honest he has such little experience in dealing with other people’s emotions that he isn’t sure of what to do. He’ll give up his dignity and try to tell some stupid jokes that he’s heard Seven say, and if they don’t work… He’ll do impressions. He feels really stupid, but because it’s for you, he doesn’t mind. Just… So long as Seven doesn’t see him like this, he’s okay, because he would never hear the end of it otherwise.

·         He normally doesn’t like being touched by other people or having his personal space invaded, but he’ll give you a hug and tell you that he didn’t mean it in a degrading way; he meant that he wanted you to be happy and felt bad seeing you so down. He misses your positivity and how you would encourage him to do his best.

·         When you feel calmer, he thinks of the ways you comfort him after he has a PTSD attack. He decides to put on a movie that both of you like, and he builds a pillow fort (goddammit, Seven’s rubbing off on him!). He’ll get some ice cream and he’ll let you share some with him… And in that moment, you know his attempts are genuine, because he never shares his ice cream, and certainly not this generously.

·         Afterwards, he’ll do something that he struggles to do. He’ll tell you how much he loves you. He normally feels so embarrassed about saying stuff like that, but since the moment feels right and he knows for certain you aren’t going to judge him, he says it. Even really cheesy stuff he would normally cringe at.

·         He wants to work on expressing himself more nicely, since he hates how blunt he is. It’s certainly difficult for him, but with you by his side, he can at least try his best and rely on you to call him out when he says something insensitive.

jealous | chapter five

pairing: baekhyun x reader x chanyeol

genre: angst, fluff, smut

word count: 2,994

summary: baekhyun is heartbroken after you leave him. he decides to start over and try to get over you by moving into a new apartment building where he meets chanyeol. what he later finds out is that chanyeol has been your boyfriend for the past month.

pov: baekhyun + chanyeol diary entries

rating: whether you’re an underage hard stan or a legal soft stan, reader whatever the hell you wanna read.

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October 28, 2017 [Fri.]

[23:45] I am fucking tired. Thank god tomorrow is Saturday because if I had work, I wouldnt be able to wake up probably. Park fucking Chanyeol is such a pain in the ass. I don’t hate it though.

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barbaesparza  asked:

*SCREAMS* Hello! Good to see you! -rubs hands together- 9. meeting online au (I have a shortlist that I had a lot of trouble narrowing down :P I have like 5 that I'll now send to you but don't feel any pressure! Pick whatever you feel like doing!) Thank you <3

I am so happy you sent some in! OMG, I miss being able to write freely. Things have been so crazy at school post Hurricane Harvey, the neighborhood still has piles of trash from the destroyed homes outside. It is really sad. But teaching has resumed as normal! 

Here is my escape, writing Barisi.

9. Meeting Online AU

Sonny felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He couldn’t wait till he could check it.

Since making detective he had been shuffled from precinct to precinct. He was fed up with NYPD and had begun to look into law school. Sonny had a need to help people and if he couldn’t do that with NYPD he would find another way.

He thought message boards were a thing of the past till a college buddy of his suggested he go online to talk to other dissatisfied city employees. He had found a group online where people discussed career changes and he hesitantly joined in a live chat one night. After some prodding from the folks in the group he confessed he was applying to law schools to which one group member replied:

Raf: Well, don’t apply to Harvard.

Sonny: Why not?

Raf: An NYPD cop? I doubt you have what it takes.

Cal: Geesh, Raf! This is why we never have new people in our group!!

Raf: Try Fordham. They take anyone.

Sonny: Thanks?

Trev: Sonny, don’t listen to Raf, he’s just a grump. You should apply to any schools you want.

Cal: Yep, but not Harvard…cause then you’ll become a snob like Raf.

Raf: YOU graduated from Harvard too.

Cal: But I was a snob before.

Sonny enjoyed the group and after that first night he jumped online almost as soon as he got home from work. He was slowly figuring out his new online friends. Although they knew each other in real life they welcomed him in with ease. He learned they were all lawyers but Raf was the only one still working for the city. They gave Sonny many pros and cons to studying law and working for the DA’S office. Cal was super helpful when he started filling out applications, giving him tips and suggestions for his essays.

One night after both Trev and Cal had signed off, Sonny had been left with Raf.

Raf: So we all want to know? Is Sonny actually your name?

Sonny: LOL. It’s a nickname. What about you three? Trev? Cal? Raf? What kind of names are those?

Raf: Variations of our actual names…

Sonny: Oh.

Raf: Oh, he says.

Sonny: Are you this snarky in RL?

Raf: in real life – yes – probably worse.

Sonny: Well then, I guess it’s good we only talk online.

Raf: I suppose.

Sonny had felt brave the day he typed out,

Sonny: Unless you want to talk outside of this.

Raf: ……

Sonny almost typed nevermind when a number phone popped out on the screen.

Raf: Don’t call, you can text me.  

Sonny: So that’s a call me…maybe?

Raf has left the conversation.

Sonny typed out a text, sending it quickly: Text ONLY. Got it.

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A meeting of the Sans
  • sans1 has just created the room
  • sans2 has joined the room
  • sans1: hey sans.
  • sans2: hi sans.
  • sans1: any change over in your timeline?
  • sans2: eh. not really. the kid keeps botching his genocide run.
  • sans1: they still haven't given up on that, have they?
  • sans2: in a way. they always stop at my bro, thank god. speaking of, how is he on your end? you got a pacifist run, right?
  • sans1: yeah. he's studying for his permit. undyne is teaching him the ropes.
  • sans2: niiiiiice. what caught on fire this time?
  • sans3 has joined the room
  • sans1: nothing, but they did manage to destroy an old warehouse the other day. we've been told we're saving the city millions by letting them practice in destruction zones.
  • sans3: hey sans and sans. talking about papyrus?
  • sans1: hey, sans. yeah, post-pacifist and learning to drive from undyne.
  • sans3: nice. what caught on fire this time?
  • sans1: nothing.
  • sans3: really?
  • sans2: i know, i'm so proud of him.
  • sans3: hey sans. still on botched genocide?
  • sans2: yeah. hope the kid gives up soon, it's giving me a heart attack every time they approach papyrus.
  • sans3: yeah... god i miss him.
  • sans1: don't tell me. genocide?
  • sans3: the kid's taking a break from being dunked on.
  • sans2: how many times have you won?
  • sans3: 107. i know it's only a matter of time, but isn't that approaching the record?
  • sans1: dude, i think the record was 618.
  • sans4 has joined the room
  • sans3: oh man, really? so much for my record.
  • sans4: hey guys. dunking record?
  • sans3: yup. 107.
  • sans4: dude, nice.
  • sans3: oh, actually make that 108. brb
  • sans3 has left the room
  • sans2: christ how does he keep that up?
  • sans1: i hear the sanses in the genocide runs get numb a lot faster.
  • sans2: that's hard to believe for me. i still break into a cold sweat when my papyrus is facing the kid, and he always backs down in my timeline.
  • sans4: they're still at that?
  • sans2: yeah. can we move on to a lighter topic of conversation?
  • sans4: ah man sans, i didn't mean to rattle your bones or anything.
  • sans1: tibia honest, i didn't wanna make light of your situation.
  • sans2: heh. want me to pull papyrus in here? he'd hate this.
  • sans5 has joined the room
  • sans4: nah. he deserves a break every once in awhile.
  • sans5: hey guys. can't stay for long, about to head out. just wanted to check in.
  • sans1: hey sans. what's the rush?
  • sans5: date.
  • sans2: oooooooooh
  • sans1: oh oh oh oh
  • sans4: c'mon spill the beans man
  • sans5: heh, alright. post pacifist, toriel.
  • sans4: i can relate. i'm with toriel in my timeline, too.
  • sans5: how long?
  • sans4: about two years, now. first date on your end?
  • sans5: that obvious?
  • sans4: i can't even see you and i can tell you're rattling your bones.
  • sans2: wait, who's toriel?
  • sans1: the lady behind the door.
  • sans1: let's focus on what's important right now. namely, embarrassing sans before he goes on his first date.
  • sans5: wait. what.
  • sans4: i agree totally. hey sans, toriel really likes touching the rib cage. just saying.
  • sans5: oh
  • sans4: and watch it, she's a cuddler. like, you've seen how she hugs frisk? just wait until she gets her paws on you. like being wrapped in a thick, furry blanket.
  • sans5: oooooooooh
  • sans4: and if it goes well, she has this really cute dress that
  • sans5: i came here to have a good time and i'm honestly feeling so attacked right now
  • sans2: guys if i laugh any harder i'll wake papyrus up
  • sans4: alright alright. seriously though, she prefers white wine, she'll expect a kiss at the end but she'll be fine if you're too flustered, and avoid talking about asgore, unless you immediately turn it into a pun. her favorite is the "my aim is getting better" one. if she's comfortable enough to initiate that herself, you're golden. that help?
  • sans5: yeah. thanks.
  • sans4: also, she has this sweet spot right at her thigh. she'll make this adorable bleating/giggle and you know you've got the right spot.
  • sans5: okay wow it looks like time i should go
  • sans5 has left the room
  • sans4: he'll be fine.
  • sans1: so toriel, huh? weird.
  • sans4: why's that?
  • sans1: honestly, i can't see myself with anyone but mettaton.
  • sans4: oh my god, mettaton?
  • sans2: dude. dude. whoa.
  • sans1: what? what's wrong with that?
  • sans4: my papyrus is dating mettaton in my timeline.
  • sans1: your papyrus is in a relationship? mine's aro.
  • sans2: and meanwhile i'm sitting in a timeline where papyrus just has a huge crush on the rectangle.
  • sans6 has joined the room
  • sans1: that's just... bizarre.
  • sans2: and chatting with parallel timeline versions of yourself isn't?
  • sans1: point taken.
  • sans6: hey guys. what's up?
  • sans4: quick, who are you in a relationship with?
  • sans6: uh... gaster?
  • sans2: ...
  • sans4: uh, ew.
  • sans1: whoa.
  • sans6: hey man, don't kinkshame me bro.
  • sans4: dude, he's my dad in my timeline?
  • sans6: your dad? freaky.
  • sans2: oh you poor soul. he was just my lab partner in my timeline.
  • sans1: it's... weird for me.
  • sans4: okay, i'm really curious. how weird?
  • sans1: well, "gaster" is actually the name me and pap used to call ourselves before he split into us two.
  • sans6: oh yeah, i've met a sans like that.
  • sans2: i sure haven't. when does he get on?
  • sans6: time is relative, but i think early morning?
  • sans2: ah. that explains it.
  • sans4: yeah, the only reason i get out of bed in the mornings is because toriel practically drags me out on my feet.
  • sans2: papyrus does the same for me.
  • sans6: so... wait. does this mean, from a multiversal sense, i'm engaging in both incest and selfcest?
  • sans1: hey, this is a judgement free zone dude.
  • sans3 has joined the room
  • sans4: you're the one who said not to kinkshame you.
  • sans3: back. 108 now. man i walked into a weird conversation.
  • sans2: c'mon sans, we've had weirder.
  • sans6: wait, 108 what?
  • sans4: speak for yourself. i'm getting weird mental images with me and gaster, now.
  • sans3: dunks. end of genocide route.
  • sans2: hey, remember when amalgamate sans entered the chat?
  • sans4: okay, i'll admit that was weirder.
  • sans6: and really sad. i think that was the only time alphys ever joined the chat.
  • sans1: yeah. i wonder how they're doing?
  • sans6: amalgamate sans or alphys?
  • sans1: both.
  • Core Frisk has joined the room
  • sans6: well hopefully
  • sans2: wait who's this?
  • sans1: frisk? wait, what?
  • sans4: oh, hey frisk.
  • Core Frisk: Hello Sanses. Sorry, I'm not interrupting anything, am I?
  • sans6: uh. hey kid. this is a little hard to explain, but
  • Core Frisk: Don't bother. I'm not your Frisk, anyway.
  • sans4: yeah, he's a frisk that fell into the core and now he's kinda omniscient.
  • sans1: wait, what?
  • sans3: whoa.
  • sans6: and gaster was worried about nearly falling into the core.
  • sans1: he had every right to be.
  • Core Frisk: I just wanted to pop in and saying the particular sans amalgamate you were talking about a moment ago is doing fine, in a manner of speaking. He insists that he's happy so long as Papyrus is with him.
  • sans1: that's a relief, i guess.
  • Core Frisk: Oh, and Sans? The one who's been married to Toriel for two years?
  • sans4: yeah?
  • Core Frisk: Just a heads up, sans' first date went fine, but he's plotting a revenge prank on you.
  • sans4: wow kid, that's real cool of you to let me know.
  • Core Frisk: Don't thank me. He asked me to pull the prank myself. Undyne is going to be hunting for you to get her eyepatches back.
  • sans4: what.
  • Core Frisk: if you start running now, you may just get a head-start! :-)
  • sans4: ...
  • sans4 has left the room
  • sans3: that was ice cold, kid.
  • sans6: and amazing. teach me your ways, o master of pranks.
  • Core Frisk: Aw, well I did learn from the best. Namely, you. You're gonna teach me that one in a few months when I visit you.
  • sans6: niiiiiice.
  • sans2: hey, kid? you know all possibilities across all the timelines, right?
  • Core Frisk: Yes. Your Frisk will finally quit at the King Papyrus ending. It'll be lonely for him, but so long as you're with him, he'll be fine. You're a great second-hand man and an even better brother.
  • sans2: ...i gotta run, guys. i, uh... i gotta tell my bro i love him.
  • sans2 has left the room
  • sans3: oh, same here. kid's back for more. don't tell me if i end up beating the record, i wanna find out for myself.
  • sans3 has left the room
  • sans1: ...so, does he?
  • Core Frisk: Where would the fun be if I told you that?
  • sans1: fair enough. alright, i'd better head out. i need to go read papyrus his bedtime story.
  • sans6: and then have fun times with mettaton?
  • sans1: i'm ace.
  • sans6: oh.
  • sans1: ...i don't want to know what you do with gaster, do I?
  • Core Frisk: No, you really don't.
  • sans1: heh. alright, goodnight frisk. goodnight sans.
  • Core Frisk: Night, Sans!
  • sans6: night sans
  • sans1 has left the room
  • sans6 has left the room
  • sans7 has joined the room
  • sans7: i missed the chat again, didn't i?
  • Core Frisk: Yeah. Outertale, right?
  • sans7: ?
  • Core Frisk: Space?
  • sans7: oh. yeah. why?
  • Core Frisk: Well... I've always wanted to try out a jetpack.
  • sans7: you can jump across timelines, right?
  • Core Frisk: You HAVE met me, haven't you?
  • Core Frisk: That was a rhetorical question. I know that you've met me. Omniscient and all.
  • sans7: heh. get over here, i'll grab a pack for you.
  • Core Frisk: =D
  • Core Frisk has left the room
  • sans7 has left the room

Every morning, for the past two weeks, Robbie Rotten would awake to find a box with a note outside of his lair. The box was always a plain brown box tied with a purple ribbon. The note always on white paper with dark blue writing:

To Robbie

With the Deepest Affection,

You Secret Admirer.’

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anonymous asked:

wolfstar prompt ~ sirius is desperately trying to tell remus that he likes him and wants to date but remus just thinks it's one of sirius' pranks/jokes

this one was really fun. thanks for the prompt. feel free to send more, even though they’re taking me forever to do!

The first time Sirius asks Remus out it’s during Potions class. Sirius is struggling, his brew turning a violent shade of pink, when it’s supposed to be a dark navy. Remus, whose own potion is bubbling away happily, notices Sirius’ concoction sloshing against the sides of his cauldron, and nudges him in the side.

“Try adding a few drops of tarantula venom and stirring counterclockwise,” he says quietly.

Sirius follows these instructions, and lets out a sigh of relief as his potion turns a colour much closer to navy.

“Thank Christ,” he breaths, and grins at Remus. “Thanks, Moony, I absolutely adore you.” He pauses for a minute before deciding to add, “You should probably let me take you on a date to make it up to you.”

Remus just laughs.

“I could never let you cheat on James like that,” he says, and turns back to his own potion. Sirius doesn’t press the matter.

The second time Sirius asks Remus out, it’s during the weekend when he, Remus, James, and Peter have all decided to get completely sloshed on Firewhiskey. They are celebrating. There isn’t really anything to celebrate, necessarily, but as James says as he pour the last few drops out of their third bottle, “Someone somewhere has a birthday today. Here’s to them!”

They are in the Shrieking Shack. James is lying on his back on the piano bench. Peter is on the floor, his arms wrapped around his knees, swaying slightly and looking ill. Sirius is leaning against the wall, and Remus is half comatose, using Sirius’ legs as a pillow.

“Your hair is curly,” Sirius says, tugging on one of the wavy curls that make up Remus’ mop of a head. “Has it always been this curly?”

“It’s the–(hic)–humidity,” Remus hiccups, eyes shut, grimacing.

“Liar,” Sirius says, resting his head on the wall. “‘S’not even humid.”

“Mm,” Remus says as a response, not really listening.

“I like them, though. The curls, I mean,” Sirius says. “They are nice, proper curls… You and your curls should go on a date with me.”

“Mm, just take my hair and leave me behind,” Remus mutters, rubbing his temples. “We both know that’s what you really want, after all.”

Sirius starts to object, but then Peter makes a groaning noise and starts vomiting on the floor. Distracted, (and disgusted), he doesn’t bring it up again.

The third time Sirius asks Remus out, it’s more like a confrontation.

He catches up with Remus as he’s walking to the library, and flat out asks, “Hey, how come you never believe me when I ask you on a date?”

“Uh, hello to you too,” Remus says, furrowing his brow and adjusting the bag on his shoulder.

“Yeah, hi, whatever, why don’t you believe me?”

“Er, because you’re joking? Because you’re you?” Remus says.

“What if I said I was serious?”

Remus stops right outside the library and snorts. “Well, I’d say, ‘I already knew that.’ See you at dinner,” he says, going inside, leaving Sirius behind, gaping.

“But, but,” he stammers. “You can’t use that joke against me. That’s my joke, Remus!”

He returns to Gryffindor Tower, begrudgingly.

The fourth time Sirius asks Remus out, it’s not even Sirius who does it, but James.

James finds Remus studying in the corner of the common room on a rare occasion where Sirius is in detention. (It’s not rare that Sirius is in detention, but that James isn’t there with him.)

“Hey,” James says, sitting down next to Remus. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Mm,” Remus grunts, not looking up from his parchment.

“Why don’t you ever date anyone?”

Remus does look up at that. “What?” he asks.

“You never date anyone. I know a few Ravenclaw girls tried to get you to go to Hogsmeade with them last visit. Why don’t you ever go?”

“Is that really why you interrupted my homework? To ask me about why I don’t date Ravenclaw girls?”

“Or Hufflepuff girls, or Slytherin ones, or even Gryffindor ones.”

“Not interested,” Remus says simply with a shrug, turning back to his essay.

“What about Ravenclaw boys then? Or boys in any house?”

“James,” Remus says warningly, glancing at him with a significant look. “That isn’t what I meant.”

“So no to boys too, then?”

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Remus says.

“So…yes to boys, then?”

“James!”

“Sorry,” James says, holding up his hands. “Just, if you ever are interested in dating, maybe you should, I dunno, talk to Sirius. See if he’s interested.”

Remus lets out an exasperated sigh. “This again?” he asks with an eye roll. “James Potter, if I am not left alone to finish this essay you are going to find your wand stuck up a very uncomfortable location, you understand?”

James doesn’t have to be told twice. He shrugs and goes off to quidditch practice. Later he tells Sirius, “He didn’t believe me either.”

Sirius isn’t planning on asking a fifth time.

He convinces himself that either Remus never will realize he’s not kidding, or he does realize it, and this is his awkward way of turning Sirius down.

Sirius decides to give up.

But then there is a full moon during winter holidays. Remus is left at Hogwarts, his parents on holiday out of country, visiting an aunt. Sirius stays behind despite being invited to James’ for Christmas, so Remus doesn’t have to go through it alone.

The morning after the full moon, they are in the Shrieking Shack. Sirius is still Padfoot when he wakes up, and when he transforms back he feels stiff and groggy. He looks over to Remus, who no longer resembles the monster he was a few hours prior, but carries wounds from the beast like souvenirs.

“Hey,” he says quietly, nudging Remus awake. “How are you feeling?”

“Not great,” Remus groans, flipping over onto his back and wincing. “Not the worst, either, though,” he adds. He squints up at Sirius. “How was everything last night? No one got hurt?”

“‘Course not,” Sirius says, laying on his stomach next to Remus, not unlike a dog. (It takes him a little while to get out of those habits after transforming.) “Well, I think you ate a bird or two, but they had it coming, honestly.”

“Yuck,” Remus says. “That’s why my stomach hurts, then.”

“Probably,” Sirius says, reaching over and grabbing Remus’ arm, examining him for cuts and bruises. Remus is watching him. Sirius grins at him, and pushes Remus’ hair back from his face in a gentle motion that makes Remus frown slightly.

“James asked me why I don’t date anyone,” he says after a minute.

“Did he?” Sirius asks, not meeting Remus’ eye.

“Mhm. I didn’t know why he was asking, but then he said I should consider dating you, so I figured he was just in on that joke.”

“Huh,” Sirius says.

“Sirius,” Remus asks. “That…that was a joke, right?”

Sirius chews on his bottom lip and stares at a spot on the floor for a moment, before turning back to Remus. “If it wasn’t, what would you say?”

“What would I say?” Remus asks. He has little cuts on both of his cheeks, and his lips are cracked. He shifts into a sitting position, and moves like every bone in his body hurts. Probably, they do. “Well,” he says. “If you want to know, you should try asking again.”

“What if you just think it’s a joke?”

“I won’t,” Remus says sincerely. “You don’t play jokes on me on full moon days.” This is true.

“Remus,” Sirius says, picking a piece of dirt off of Remus’ knee. “Will you go on a date with me?”

“Yes,” Remus says without hesitation. “Absolutely.”

“Good,” Sirius says softly. He picks up Remus’ hand and kisses his bruised knuckles. “That was way harder than it needed to be.”

“I don’t know why you didn’t just ask me ages ago,” Remus jokes.

“You’re the worst,” says Sirius, grinning.

“Yeah,” Remus agrees. “But at least I believe you now.” 

xflowerchildwitharocknrollheartx  asked:

"Even If you called 6 months later at 3 am..I'd still answer. I'll always care." With Got7's Jaebum? Please and thank you 😊💕

thank you for your request! i made this angsty, hope you don’t mind ◠﹏◠✿

Emotional Roller Coaster

Phrase(s): “Even if you called 6 months later at 3 am…I’d still answer. I’ll always care.”

Pairing: Jaebum (JB-Got7) x Reader

Genre: Angst (happy ending)

Word Count: 1,509

Summary: You get a late night call from your ex, Jaebum. You hadn’t heard from him in months and things hadn’t ended well…But he calls you and sounds so sad and guilty. He explains to you what happened and basically apologizes to you. Will you forgive him?

Originally posted by defsouljb

Your eyes heavily fluttered open as the insistent ringing grew louder and louder. Squinting you pushed yourself up in bed and propped up on one arm, using the other hand to rub the sleep out of your eyes. It takes you a second to take in your surroundings and find the source of the ringing. Seeing the faint light shining up from your bedside table, your brain seems to wake up a bit more as you realize that someone is calling you. 

Leaning over, you unplug your phone from its charger and answer without checking the caller ID. 

“Hello?” You ask groggily.

“I’m sorry to call this late…I know you probably hate me, but I just needed to hear your voice.” 

You sit up straighter and suddenly feel very awake. “Jaebum? Are you okay? It’s…” you trail off pulling your phone away from your ear and checking the time. “2:17 in the morning.” 

A shaky laugh comes through the phone. “I…I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m sorry to have bothered you.”

“Wait!” You blurt out before he can hang up. This was the first time in months you had heard from Jaebum and frankly, you hadn’t the slightest clue as to why he had called you. He was right; you probably should have hated him, and yet here you were, feeling more concerned about him more than any other emotion. 

“You must have called me for some reason. What’s going on? Are you okay?” 

There’s a pause. “You never fail to amaze me, Y/N. Even after all this time, even after I didn’t treat you how a princess should be treated, you still seem to be concerned about me. You still picked up the phone…I’m so sorry.” Jaebum’s voice breaks a little as he finishes talking, causing your throat to feel constricted. 

You clear your throat and say softly, “Even if you called 6 months later at 3 am instead of 2:17 am…I’d still answer. I’ll always care, Jaebum.” When the only response you get is the sound of ragged breathing and quiet sniffles, you continue. “Jaebum, what’s happening? I’m getting worried.”

“I just…I miss you so much. I know I messed up…so badly. I just feel like I need to let you know why I did what I did and why I acted that way. And I’m not expecting an apology or for you to want me back or anything, I just want to explain to you so that you don’t wonder if you did something wrong, because the last thing I want for you to do is blame yourself,” Jaebum finishes, leaving you speechless. 

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tempo of ivory pauses

summary: the piano from the other side of the wall becomes a part of phil’s night and he’s adjusted to it even though he doesn’t know why. 

excerpt: Dan smiles at him, glances exchanged from the corner of eyes, and he nods and says, “Thanks,” and in the daytime Dan is less piano and more black band t-shirts and friendly eyes but Phil can’t separate the two, can’t dissect neighbourly Dan who smiles at him from the pianist who’s taken over Phil’s three in the morning, who’s now a part of Phil’s day just as much as eating breakfast is.

note: clearly based on this prompt and don’t ask me why because tbh i don’t know

 

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Hours are sounds, the same way they’re colours and they’re habits and they’re instincts, embedded under humans’ skin never to be removed. They’re in the way five in the morning is birds chirping and the mellow orange of the sky and the sound of sleeping, that isn’t the same as silence because it isn’t death, isn’t the absence of life, but rather the calm that takes over before the day is set to begin. They’re in the way seven is the sound of alarm-clocks and students yawning and fighting off sleep, midday is the colour of bright yellow and pinks and lazy alertness, the afternoon is laughter and tea and the bone-deep relief of returning home, and the evening is dark blue and slow movements and shuffling around, drawing the day to an end.

Only the small hours of the night, they’re not the same – because one and two and three in the morning, they’re all black, calm, silent. They aren’t sounds and aren’t colours and aren’t habits, because the world is asleep at night – and those who aren’t, they don’t make sounds and their oxygen is the colour of nothing, because they’re too busy twisting from side to side and wishing for sleep to come, or too busy making themselves as transparent as they can, wishing to be swallowed into the walls.

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Possible scenarios to season 4: part 1
  • we are in a giant hall. marble walls, chandeliers, tall vaulted ceiling. The fancy crowd is either sitting at small tables or standing and chatting, holding drinks. The women in luxury dresses. the men in elegant suits. There's a stage standing after the crowd and on it there's a band playing classical music.
  • we cut from the crowd and are viewing from behind a fancy buffet, at the backs of two men standing in front of it. One is tall with black curls and an impressive posture, the other is shorter with light brown hair.
  • we cut to their fronts and encounter Sherlock Holmes and John Watson, both in tuxes and bow ties.
  • John: look as all these women!
  • Sherlock: careful John, you're a married man.
  • John: oh shut up. How the hell are we going to find this woman? she could be anyone!
  • Sherlock: well she's certainly not that bearded man i the blue suit. unless she's really good...
  • John: *anxiously fixes his tie* why did Mycroft have to send us here as waiters? couldn't he give us fake IDs or... a special card or something
  • Sherlock: I asked him to.
  • John: why?
  • Sherlock: It's essential for my plan.
  • John: and in what point are you going to let me in that plan?
  • Sherlock: now seems like an appropriate time. (raises his look, observing the crowd in concentration) The woman we're looking for...
  • *FLASHBACK*
  • Mycroft: we were informed of the existence of a woman. we suspect she's working for the Swiss, but we can't know for sure and we're not interested in any cooperation. we suspect she's holding information our best agents weren't able to find.
  • Sherlock: you really have to start filtering your agents better, they're terrible.
  • Mycroft: she has no idea the information she's holding is valuable. No one knows but us. and we'd like to keep it that way.
  • Sherlock: so you want me to talk to her.
  • John: how? you don't even know who she is.
  • Mycroft: we know she's be attending a gala next week. find her. find out what she knows. without reveling any connection to the British government. this is crucial.
  • *BACK TO PRESENT*
  • Sherlock: There are people here who are far to known to be a Swiss secret agents, so that goes. This woman can't be married or have children or pets, and she's probably not over 50, so that eliminates some more...
  • *the crowd from Sherlock's point of view. people disappear as he excludes them*
  • John: No, you can't possibly narrow it all down.
  • Sherlock: Not all of it, probably, but most. You may have noticed that I've been studding dress catalogs lately?
  • John: oh yeah, I though you were developing a new interest.
  • Sherlock: an undercover agent could never afford to buy an expensive dress, While most women in these sort of events are dying to show off their wealth. I've memorized catalogs of all top designers in fashion. that woman over there?
  • *cut to woman in a white dress with flowers pattern*
  • Sherlock: Dior, 10,000 dollars. No way it could be her. same applies for 20 other woman in this room.
  • *a major amount of women vanishes from the crowd*
  • John: Sherlock, there's no need to make excuses. If you want to look at dresses, I won't judge you.
  • Sherlock: Shut up. and now for some final adjustments...
  • *captions appear over the remain women. "OCD nail biter" - gone. "desperately in love with an older man" - gone. "chronic back problems" - gone. more and more women pop out of the crowd*
  • Sherlock: we are down to four options.
  • *four women, in different locations around the hall, remain frozen mid-action*
  • Sherlock: time to act.
  • John: Okay, what do we do?
  • Sherlock: *takes the champagne salver from the table and hands it to confused John, and then takes the shrimps salver* I need you to go over to these two women, blonde-in-blue-dress in the center, and the one in the black dress and long hair. I'll go to the other two.
  • John: what, and - offer them a drink?
  • Sherlock: yes. and look closely. try to see if any of them acts suspicious in any way. we'll meet back here with our findings.
  • John: wait - "act suspicious" ? what do you mean?
  • Sherlock: anything strange. even the slightest gesture.
  • John: How the hell am I supposed to know your definition of strange?
  • Sherlock: you'll know it when you see it. Now go, quick!
  • *Sherlock rashes off before John can say anything. frustrated, John sighs then starts walking towards the first woman, carefully trying to balance the salver in his hands*
  • John: *mutters* of course he had to give me the harder one...
  • *as he reaches the woman, who had just had a laugh with the the man she was talking to, she turns around and notices him*
  • John: fancy a drink?
  • woman: oh, thank you! *takes a glass from the salver and turns back to continue her conversation*
  • *John continues to walk towards the woman in the black dress, with a mane of wavy dark hair that goes down her waist. The woman is standing with her back to him, so he doesn't see her face*
  • John: would you like a drink?
  • *The woman doesn't answer. then, without making the slightest turn towards him, she slowly sands out her hand and leave it hanging, awaiting.
  • John: *tensed, places a glass in her hand. still not saying a word, the woman gently rests her hand back down.
  • nervous, John turns back and spots Sherlock at the table. He hurries to get there, relieved to put down the salver.*
  • Sherlock: *eagerly* did you find anything?
  • John: *nods* it's the one in the black dress. She didn't say a word. she didn't even move, I couldn't see her face.
  • Sherlock: Perfect. *quirky smile* now, you wait here. I'm going to escort her out of the room, wait two minutes then follow me.
  • *imperturbable, Sherlock starts pacing slowly over to the woman. It appears she doesn't notice, but something in her back stiffens. then, as Sherlock gets closer, she starts walking away, with measured steps, towards the exit.
  • Sherlock picks up his pace, almost unnoticeably, but not to the woman, who switches to a fast walk. John realizes something is wrong. Then she begins to run and time slows down, as her hand let go of the champagne glass and the liquid seems to float out in the air.
  • the glass shatters on the ground, and time turns back to normal as Sherlock bursts out running, followed immediately by John. People gasp and turn their heads as the three rush through the crowd. "excuse me," John automatically says as he pushes people away, trying to reach Sherlock and the woman, but they've already stormed out of the hall doors.*
  • *after chasing her through a few corridors Sherlock finally reaches the woman. He grabs her by the shoulder and turns her around.
  • Irene Adler: Hello mister Holmes.
  • *Sherlock flinches as he meets the face looking back at him. panting from the chase, he stares at Irene with concealed shock, agitated, as Irene stares back, her face showing the same mix of painful feelings.*
  • *theme music starts playing*.

justafakeme  asked:

You're welcome! Btw I read WAY again (cause I hate myself nd enjoy drowning in the feels) and now I have a bunch of random ideas like for the wedding instead of a best man Gray has a best MAID (read Cana) and Juvia has a MAN of honor (aka Gajeel). Also at the ball the reporters started the rumour tha Freed and Lucy are in a secret relationship, can you imagine the tabloids?? I'll stop here before I get carried away, but anyway if you ever feel like writing a oneshot or drawing about WAY, call me

KEEP ‘EM IDEAS COMING.

re: the best maid and man of honor thing – i think that was pretty settled the moment Gray and Juvia started dating, my friend. i mean, when they went steady, cana probably already started planning the wedding. levy and lucy definitely helped.

re: tabloids (why u do this now i have to write a thing):

“Mama? MAMA! Have you seen the newspaper today?!”

Freed looked up from his required reading to address the source of the loud noise. Bixlow was in a state of panic. Freed should be worried, but the last time Bix was panicking, it was over his favorite game’s release date being pushed back. So Freed just went back to his reading as he answered calmly. “Of course, Bixlow. I read the newspaper everyday.”

“So you’re okay? With what it says about you?”

“What?”

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I Love Her, Part Two - Draco Malfoy

I don’t remember who asked for this specifically, but there were a couple of requests for a part two. I’ll post the fic where the reader chooses Harry in a little bit.
Part One. Harry x Reader Outcome.

“I cannot believe they are acting so childish,” you complained to Cho. Ever since you caught Draco and Harry fighting, you had been complaining to Cho.

“I don’t know why you’re complaining. Two of the hottest guys at our school are fighting over you,” she replied bitterly.

“Cho-”

“It’s fine. I just don’t understand,” she said, staring down at her book, avoiding looking at you.

“What?” you asked.

“I don’t understand how you couldn’t see that Draco was so in love with you.” You shrugged and looked down at your book.

“I don’t know, I just didn’t ever think about it. He was just always there,” you said with a smile. 

“I think you have a decision to make,” she said, gathering up her things. “Just know that I think you are meant to be with Draco.”

“Only because you want to date Harry,” you said with a smirk.

“I do not!” she said, blushing. 

“Sure. I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said as she left the library. You came into here to study, but all you could think about was Harry and Draco. You never even thought about Draco like that, but now that you were, you realized how much you cared for him. 

However, you had always had a crush on Harry. You hadn’t even gone on a real date with him yet. The only thing you had done together was go to The Three Broomsticks with your friends. How could you decide between the two of them when you loved them both so much?

“Y/N?” You looked up and saw Hermione standing in front of you.

“Hey,” you said, shaking your head to clear your thoughts.

“Are you thinking about Harry and Draco?”

“Is it that obvious?” She laughed and sat down across from you.

“Don’t let this worry you. They both care for you, they can wait. You don’t have to decide anything right now.”

“Thank you, Hermione,” you said, taking her words to heart. 

“Just, don’t let Draco’s profession of love make you change your mind about Harry. You have had a crush on him for a really long time.”

“Thanks. I’ll think about it.” You stood up and made your way to the common room, and went to your bed. You laid down in bed and sighed, staring up at the ceiling. You had a feeling you wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight.

That next morning, you woke up after a restless night sleep and slipped into your robes. After brushing your hair, you made your way down to the Great Hall for breakfast. On your way down, Harry stopped you on the stairs.

“Harry!” you said in surprise.

“Hi. Uhm, sorry I scared you. Can we talk for a moment?”

“Of course.” You followed Harry down the stairs, all the way to the Transfigurations classroom. “Harry, what are we doing here?”

“I just wanted to give you something,” he said, pulling out a needle. You tilted your head in confusion and furrowed your eyebrows.

“A needle?” you said, taking it from his grasp.

“Yeah, just hold on,” he said, pulling out his wand. He mumbled an incantation, and suddenly the needle transformed beautifully into a white rose. You smiled brightly and looked up at Harry.

“Thank you,” you said, hugging him. 

“I’m sorry about earlier. With Draco.”

“Harry, it’s fine. It’s just a lot to think about.”

“I understand. I don’t want to pressure you into anything.”

“Thanks,” you said. You left the classroom and continued walking down to the Great Hall when Draco grabbed your arm and pulled you into the nearest classroom.

“Morning,” he said with a smile.

“What are you doing?” you asked, trying to catch your breath from Draco scaring you.

“I got you something.” You smiled at him in confusion as he pulled something out from his pocket. He held out his hand and inside was a string bracelet with a purple stone in the center.

“Draco! I can’t accept this.”

“Don’t worry about it. I knew that you would love it so I had to get it.”

“You really shouldn’t have.”

“Seriously, Y/N. How long have we been best friends? I wanted to give you something to commemorate that. Also, to apologize for everything that happened with Potter.” You smiled and hugged Draco.

“Thank you, Draco. I accept your apology. I just need some more time to think about everything,” you said. 

“I understand.” 

Later that day, you were making your way back inside the castle after your Care Of Magical Creatures class when you saw Cho again. You said hello to her and began walking in step with her.

“Have you made your decision yet?” she asked. You sighed and looked at her.

“I think I’ve always known the answer. I just don’t want to rush my response.”

“You don’t have to. Sleep on it and see how you’re feeling tomorrow.”

“Thanks, Cho.” You made your way up to your dorm, relaxing in one of the chairs in the common room. As you stared into your Potions book, you couldn’t forget about the man who had captured your heart. You closed your book and realized that you didn’t need to wait until tomorrow, you already knew who you loved. You raced down to the Quidditch pitch, knowing he would be there.

You rushed outside, and made your way to the field when you ran into Harry. He smiled at you and helped you regain your balance.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Hey, Harry, can we talk for a moment?” He looked back at the team who looked like they were going to get cleaned up and nodded at you. He lead you underneath the stairs to block the rain.

“What’s up?”

“Harry, I’m sorry, but I don’t think it’s going to work out between the two of us. I’ve realized that I do have feelings for Draco, more than I thought I did. I don’t think it would be fair to you to lead you on when I think I really like Draco. I’m so sorry if I lead you on or hurt you that’s not what I wanted to do.” Harry did a half laugh mixed with a sigh and looked down at his feet.

“I guess I should have known. I understand, Y/N. I won’t come between the two of you.”

“Thanks, Harry,” you said, walking back onto the soggy field. There was a cluster of green and grey cloaks standing in the center of the field. One of the cloaks moved towards you and the closer he got, you knew it was Draco.

“Y/N, is everything okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, I was just wondering if we could talk?”

“I’m kind of busy, can it wait?” he asked, trying to read your face.

“It’s kind of important,” you said reluctantly. He nodded and motioned towards the team before walking with you to the stands.

“What’s going on.”

“I’ve made my decision.”

“Oh,” Draco said, nervously running a hand up and down his leg. “I get it, you’ve always had a crush on Harry. It was dumb of me to confess my feelings for you when I did.”

“Draco, no, that’s not it at all. I broke things off with Harry.”

“You did?” he asked, raising his eyebrows and trying to hold back a smile.

“Yes. The longer I though about it, the more I realized that I do care for you. A lot. You’ve always been a part of my life, and I can’t believe I never recognized my feelings for you before. You’ve been my best friend ever since we started school at Hogwarts. I would really like to give us a chance,” you said, barely breathing as you got all of that off of your chest. Draco didn’t say anything for a while. He stared off, looking like he was confused.

“Draco?” you asked, touching his shoulder. He turned towards you and brought his lips to yours. He kissed your softly, as if he had been practicing for this exact moment for a while. Some of his team members began cheering and yelling, causing you to pull away smiling.

“Sorry about them,” he said with a laugh, running a hand through his wet hair.

“Don’t worry about it. I should probably let you get to practice. I’ll talk to you soon?” you asked.

“Absolutely,” he said, kissing your cheek before running back onto the field. You made you way back into the castle, twirling around as you did. 

“You look happy.” You turned and saw Cho leaving the Great Hall with fellow Ravenclaws.

“I am,” you grinned.

“I take it you’ve decided,” she said with a smirk.

“Yes. It’s Draco. It’s always been Draco.” Cho smiled and hugged you.

“I”m really happy for you, Y/N.” 

“Thanks, Cho. And hey, now you can go after Harry.” She blushed and pushed your arm playfully.

“Sure, we can double date,” she said with a laugh. A few hours later, Draco came up to you in the library.

“Hey,” you said with a smile, looking up at him

“Hey,” he said, sitting across from you. 

“What’s up?”

“There was something I forgot to tell you on the Quidditch field.”

“Oh,” you said, twisting the bracelet around on your hand that he had given you this morning.

“I love you.” You smiled, leaning forward to kiss him. “I’ve always loved you.”

"Say Hello to Your New Father~"

Based on the idea from the textswhilecycling blog that Jinpachi claims that Onoda is his son and that Makishima is his wife. This has been on my mind for a while and to finally stop it from distracting me at work, i’m going to type this all out.

This is how I envision Toudou declaring that Onoda is his and Makishima’s son.

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Little by little / Part 2

Thanks to everyone who liked and reblogged the first part of this story. Did you enjoy it? This one will be a bit long. I’m planning on writing 13 more chapter, but who knows… Maybe I write something else in the middle ;) Enjoy this one… you’ll love it! :)


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2

“Why don’t you come to mine?” Said Finn while he sat on the sofa, eating his sandwich and speaking through the telephone.

“Mum won’t let me go. I need to help her get some stuff from the shop after she arrives from hospital…” Rae, drinking a glass of water, answered from the kitchen. She arrived earlier from school because the teacher couldn’t come, so they let them go home. When she entered the kitchen a few minutes ago, she read a note Linda wrote before heading to work. ‘Rae, I’ll pick you up after school. I need to buy a few things and I need your help. Love, mum. X’ So she couldn’t leave.

“C'mon. My dad’s not home until t'night. We could go and rent a film and get some popcorn and relax…” He learned to be persuasive at the age of nine, and that caused most of the Earl’s rows.

“I don’t know, Finn…”

“C'mon. I won’t tell her anything. You can call her from here and tell her we’re doing homework… Please, Rae…” This eleven year old boy had given Rae her first headaches. 

After a couple of minutes, she said yes. And she would choose the film, of course. Rae took her backpack and headed to Finn’s. There he was, waiting for her at the doorstep. He let her come in, and took her jacket and put it in a chair in the dinning room. 

“Call your mum…” He pouted.

“Hello?”

“Hiya… Can I speak to Mrs. Earl, please? I’m Rachel. Her daughter…”

“Yeah, sure. Please, wait a minute. I’ll look for her…”

Rae waited as she was told, looking at Finn from the corner of her eye.

“Hello?”

“Hi mum, it’s me, Rae…”

“Hello! Is something wrong? Something happened, love?”

“No! No… It’s just… I’m at Finn’s. We’re gonna do homework together at his place. I was just calling you to let you know where I am.”

“But Rae… I left you a note… I need to pick up some things…”

“We have loads of things to do, mum… I promise I won’t be late.”

“Okay, fine. But I’ll be waiting for you at 7 for dinner. Don’t be late, Rae!”

“Fine…”

Finn held his hand, waiting for a high-five from Rae. They smiled and went to the door. Finn grabbed his keys and they walked to the video shop. They started picking up some of the VHSs. Some action films, some romantic films… It was hard to pick one. They walked through all the shop, until the sales man spoke to them.

“Are you looking for anything in special, lads?”

“We want to rent a nice film…”

“What kind of films do you like?”

“I don’t know… What do you like, Rae?” Finn turned around to catch a glance at Rae, who was holding a VHS. “Do you want to get The Goonies?”

“Yeah. Why not?” She smiled, giving the film to the seller.


“Why The Goonies?” They were walking home after buying some sweets to eat in the middle of the film. Finn was checking the cover, not that he didn’t like the film. Not at all. It was a film he used to watch when he was so little.

“I don’t know. It’s been a long time since I watched it. I just wanted to remember, I think.” She smiled briefly, checking the cover as well. It was the same one as the cinema poster. That drawn cover with all the kids and the pirate skull… 

When they arrived at Finn’s place, he took off his trainers. Rae did the same. They ran through the corridor and sat comfortably on the sofa. He grabbed the VHS and put it in the VCR. For their luck, they had to wind back the tape. That was the thing about renting a film in the video shop, you wouldn’t know if the VHS was ready or not. If only someone invented something that needn’t have to be rewinded… They waited about 5 minutes to the tape to be ready, as they put above themselves some blankets and prepared juices and the sweets they bought before.

And the moment the film began, you couldn’t hear nothing but their breath and their mouths full of food. They laughed, they feared, they saddened… Until the scene where Brandon and Andy kissed. It was the first time they had seen a kiss like that. Alone. They’ve always been with their parents when the kissing scenes appeared on the telly screen. But it was the first time they were experiencing that feeling. The urgent to know what a kiss was like.

“Have you kissed someone, Rae?” Said Finn in a low voice. He didn’t know why he asked, he just wanted to know if she did. He wasn’t curious of knowing if she had experienced that, but he could be a bit jealous because he didn’t kiss a girl yet.

She said nothing. She didn’t even look at him. As if she hadn’t heard what he just said.

“I’ve not kissed anyone, yet.” He shrugged, paying attention to the screen. He ate some of the last sweets that were in the box and stood up, excusing himself for going to the loo. When he came back to the living room, there was no sight of Rae. “Rae?”

The film finished a few seconds ago. He could see the ending credits on the tv screen and he heard some noise on the entrance. Rae was putting her shoes on.

“Are you leaving?” He said.

“Yeah. I should probably go home… My mum’s waiting for me…”

“You can stay a bit longer if you want to. Your mum knows we’re here doing homework…”

“No, it’s fine. I should go…” She said without looking at him.

Finn grabbed her hand, standing still beside her. 

“Let’s go upstairs and do our homework, Rae… We don’t have many. We can finished them in less than an hour and then, you leave…”

She bit her bottom lip, and nodded, putting the bagpack on her shoulders and leading to his room. She immediately sat on his chair, as Finn grabbed another one from his father’s room. They unpacked their books and started doing their English essay.

“Could you lend me the pencil sharpener, Finn?” Said Rae while taking the broken lead from the pencil. 

Finn gave her the sharpener, waiting for her until she finished. She put the pencil trash aside and returned to her task of writing her essay. On one side, Rae was finishing her English homework. She was good in English. She liked learning new vocabulary and read books to improve her language. She understood everything. On the other hand, Finn was opening his maths book. He was crap at maths. He was as dumb as a sack of doorknobs. He could try to equal 2 and 2 and the result would turn into decimals. That’s why Rae always tried to help him as much as she could. Finn, as always, asked for help with his first problem. 

“Okay. Let me check the problem first…”

She read the formulation, checking some of the last pages where they could read how to resolve it. 

“You have to divide, Finn…" 

"Yeah, but I don’t know how to do it…”

“Haven’t you been paying attention in class?” Although Rae was in a lower class, she always loved maths. She was the smartest student in her promotion and the teacher was always giving her formulations to resolve at home, sudokus… 

“Not really… I’m crap at all of this.”

“Well, the formulation is telling you: You have 120 books, and they’re divided in 6 different shelves. That means you have to divide. Do you understand that?”

“Yeah… Suppose…”

“And you have to find out how many books there are in each shelf…”

“Yeah, right…”

“So…” Rae grabbed a new piece of paper where she could draw her maths calculation. She wrote 120 on the left. Then, she wrote the L line and after that, she put the numer 6 inside of the letter. “It has to be like this… You know why I did it, don’t you?”

He nodded, not paying attention at her explanation at all.

“Then, the only thing you have to do is to find numbers to multiplicate with 6 and the result has to be you the first number of the division. This would be 2, because if you multiply 6 and 2, the result is 12. So you put a zero under it, and because you only have a zero, you just multiply again. 6 per 0 is 0, right? So the answer to the pr-…”

But she couldn’t end the sentence. Finn had put his hand right above her cheek, drawing her towards him and putting his lips agains her own. He didn’t know why he did it. He just felt the need to do it. Finn pecked her lips a couple of times, not forgetting what he saw in The Goonies before. Her lips were sweet and soft because of the amount of sugar they ate downstairs, something he enjoyed it. He was expecting something disgusting, something with a bad taste in his tongue… but he was wrong. He could have notice the taste of cherry in her lips. That sweetness and sourness at the same time… He withdrew from her, sitting correctly in his chair while drawing drafts on his maths paper. After a long and quiet minute, she spoke again.

“Twenty…”

“Wha’?”

“The resolution is twenty…” She said more loudly, licking her lips.

“Oh, yeah, yeah… 'Course…”

He wrote what she had drown before in the paper and when he finished, he read the next formulation. 20 minutes later and with all their homework done, Gary came home. He didn’t expect to see Rae on Finn’s room, so she told him she came to help Finn with his homework and that she had to leave. Linda was waiting for her to come home. Mr. Nelson gave her a lift to the Earl’s house. Finn, who was watching them through the kitchen window, smiled at them while they left. 


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A/N: I don’t know how this L line is translated in English. I don’t even know if it exists a name for that in Spanish… sorry x_x

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Everything is Grey - Michael Clifford Soulmate au

Lots of people found color in romantic partners, the first hue they see being the color of their soulmate’s eyes as they locked and color washed over their senses, turning the dull greys into a spectrum beyond what they’d ever seen.

Your first color, however had been that of your best friends eyes when you were at a party during your freshman year of college. Neither of you had been paying attention to where you were going, nearly causing a catastrophic spill involving your drink on her favorite party blouse. You both had been confused, having heard mostly of soulmates being romantic.

Of course, thinking that the color was supposed to come from romance, you and Madison started off dating, and after a year decided you were better off as friends. Then after another three months, everything made sense when it was explained to you that color could come from platonic love.

Now you were inseparable. Most of your friends envied the friendship you shared from your shopping trips involving “this dress really brings out the color of your eyes” and Instagram posts from your vacations, beautiful beach sunsets captioned with “so lucky to have a best friend who can see the colors of the sunset with me”

Two years down the line, you met Michael. His first color was your hair as he saw the back of your head and he eagerly approached you and introduced himself. The pained expression on his face when you said you’d already met your soulmate was heartbreaking and you had said “Well, obviously I make you see color for a reason. Coffee tomorrow?”

Since then, Madison and Michael had gotten along better than you’d thought. Madison always joked about needing to remind Michael that he was your side hoe and Michael would say “Obviously I’m game to be a side hoe to anyone who loves her enough to see color.”

For four years, your life was absolutely perfect. You had a best friend who would be with you every step of the way your life was going and a boyfriend who loved you to the moon and back. Things couldn’t get any better.

But now, things couldn’t get any worse.

You called Michael frantically, your breathing erratic and your feet pacing a hole into the hardwood of the kitchen you shared with Madison.

“Honey, do you have any idea what time it is?” Michael asked groggily from the other line.

“I can’t- I can’t-” you choked, not able to get another word out. “She’s-”

“Baby?” He asked, sitting up in bed, wide awake now as he listened to your choking sobs as you tried to formulate a sentence. “Babe, you sound like you’re having a panic attack, what’s wrong?”

“I can’t see color!” You wailed into the phone. “It’s all black and white and grey!”

“What?” Michael asked, throwing his blanket off and searching for his shoes. “Where’s Madison?”

“I don’t know! I’ve called her 15 times!”

“I’m coming over,” Michael said. “Hold tight, we’ll figure this out.”

“I’m so scared something happened to her, Michael.” You whispered, staring at the bowl of fruit Madison insisted on keeping on the table, the reds of the apples and oranges of the clementines now a dull, lifeless grey.

“I know, I know. I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you. Just stay where you are, don’t do anything stupid and don’t hang up on me.” Michael said.

He kept you on the phone during the ten minute drive to your apartment, calming you down until your breathing was more steady and your sobs fewer and further between. “I’m here,” he said before hanging up the phone and letting himself into your apartment. He watched you come running out of the kitchen and staggered as you barreled into him, wrapping your arms around his middle and pressing your face into the grey cotton of his t-shirt. His arms wound around your shoulders, one of his hands running through your hair. “Shhh, I know. I’m sorry.” He whispered, not wanting to say out loud what you both knew.

He sat with you on the couch in silence for hours, you laying in top of him and the occasional series of tears being the only noise in the apartment.

The sun had just started to rise when there was a knock at the door.

“I don’t want to answer.” You said, your voice cracking from exhaustion and grief. “It’s not gonna be Madison and I want it to be and-” your voice hitched as you cut yourself off. “I just- I don’t know anything and I want to keep it that way forever. I want to keep that little bit of false hope that she’s okay forever.” You finished. There was another knock and your stomach dropped. “I don’t want to open that door.”

“Do you want me to?” Michael asked.

“Would you?” You asked. He nodded and you shifted to get off him to let him get up.

“You know they’re here for you, though.” Michael said. You nodded.

He disappeared into the entryway and you heard the door open, followed by muffled voices. Minutes later Michael wandered back in the room, his brows furrowed and his mouth turned into a frown. “They want to speak with you. They say it’s urgent.”

You sighed, pushing yourself off the couch and padding to the door, Michael staying behind. The door was still open, two police officers in the doorway.

“Hello officers, what can I do for you?” You asked.

“Does Madison live here?” One asked.

“She does.”

“And you also stay in this residence?”

“Yes.”

“What relationship do you have with Madison?”

“I’m her soulmate.” You said. “Platonic,” you added, figuring they’d want clarification.

“Have you noticed any strange things with your sight in the last few days?”

“I woke up around 2 AM and it was all monochrome.” You said “She had to work late last night and never came home. Did you find her? Is she okay?”

“Ma'am, I’m sorry, but it seems Madison was involved in a hit and run with an impaired driver. We’ve located the driver responsible and he had been driving under the influence of alcohol…”

You tuned out the officer’s droning as your entire world fell apart. Madison was gone all because some random idiot didn’t get an über.

Three days later, you still hadn’t gotten out of bed. You just stared at your grey walls, mindlessly watched grey Netflix, and slept on your grey sheets.

Michael hadn’t left. He was crashing on your couch, always hovering by your door in case you needed something, persuading you to eat and drink and providing you with a shoulder to cry on.

You had just sent him away, feeling particularly sad today and just wanting to be alone. He looked crestfallen when you snapped that you didn’t need him to take care of you, that nothing was going to bring Madison back so what was the point?

That was ten minutes ago and you could hear Michael talking on the phone in the kitchen. You felt bad for yelling at him when all he was trying to do was make sure you were okay, so you finally got out of bed and went to the kitchen on shaky legs.

“I don’t know. All she does is sleep. She barely eats, barely drinks, spends a lot of time crying. I don’t- I mean, the colors… Colors are getting duller. I can’t see them as well anymore. They’re fading, not as vivid as they were when I met her. The grief is killing her and I don’t know what to do.” Michael was whispering as you entered the kitchen, his back to you as he reached to grab a cereal box from the cabinet. “I know I would be in the same state if it had been her, so would Madison, but at least we wouldn’t be alone in our grief, you know? I didn’t have the same connection with Madison that she does. There has to be something I can do to make her okay again,”

“I love you,” you said, prompting Michael to whip his head around in surprise.

“I need to go.” He said into the receiver before hanging up his phone and tucking it into his back pocket. “You’re out of bed,” he said, relief washing over his face.

“Yeah.” You said, looking down at your cuticles. “I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier. I just-”

“Shhh,” Michael hissed, crossing the kitchen and wrapping you up in his arms. “You don’t have anything to apologize for. I know you’re in a lot of pain right now.”

“I’m sorry about worrying you, too.” You said, your arms winding around his middle.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“The colors. I didn’t know your colors were going away.” You said, looking up at him. “I’ll get better. I’ll get better because I love you and I don’t want to put you through what I’m dealing with, and I’ll get better because the last thing Madison would want is for me to waste away because of her.”

“I love you,” Michael said. “And I’m here for you. Always.”

You sighed. “Her funeral is tomorrow. I want to go. Will you come with me?”

“Of course,” Michael replied, mumbling the words into your hair.

The next day, you stood beside Michael in all black at the back of the viewing room, trying to hold yourself together. You knew you’d be a puddle of tears if you went anywhere near the body.

You started at the sound of your name, turning your head to see Madison’s mother. “I’m so happy you came.”

“It’s hard,” you said, trying not to let your voice falter. “But of course I had to. Madison meant so much to me.”

“I know, and I’m so sorry it had to happen like this, and so soon.” Her mom said, clasping at your shoulder reassuringly. “Will you speak for the service? I know she would’ve wanted it.”

You nodded, a shaky smile on your lips. “Of course.”

“And honey, I know you don’t want to, and I certainly won’t force you into anything, but I think if you see her one last time, it’ll give you some closure.”

You nodded, your eyes downcast. “You’re probably right. But that’ll make it real.”

“It’s up to you.”

You watched the older woman leave before taking a deep breath and Michael’d hand, slowly making your way to the casket.

This wasn’t Madison.

Sure, it looked like Madison, the body had been identified as Madison, there was no other person it could be.

But Madison wasn’t this pale. She didn’t wear that much makeup unless she planned on getting tipsy and laid at a club in a Friday night. She never curled her hair like that unless she was going to a job interview. She wouldn’t dare be seen in public wearing the white lace dress her family put her in to be buried. She hated painting her nails white, you observed as you brushed your fingertips against her hand, remembering how she used to say it clashed with her tan complexion.

You were able to process all that in a split second before you crumpled to your knees next to the casket, your entire body wracking with sobs as you began grieving all over again for the best friend you lost.

Then Michael was beside you, hoisting you against him as you hid your face behind a curtain of hair, your forehead resting against the stiff fabric of his suit jacket. One of his hands rested on your back as the other smoothed over your hair and he swayed slightly, trying to console you the best he could.

“Sorry,” you said, standing and running your fingers under your eyes in hopes of saving your makeup from any more damage. “Sorry, I just need a minute,” you said to no one in particular as everyone in the room was staring at you with the most belittling pity in their eyes.

You walked quickly out of the viewing room, Michael right on your heels. Why were funerals so damn depressing?

You leaned against a wall just outside, trying to catch your breath and get her your thoughts when Michael came into your line of vision. You smiled up at him, signaling you were okay, but it faltered as soon as you saw the look on his face. His eyebrows were furrowed and his lips turned into a troubled frown, the only expression his eyes gave away fear.

“Michael?” What’s wrong?“ You asked.

“When you saw her- When you saw Madison and broke down, the colors were gone. Just for a split second, all I could see was black and white.” He said. “And they’re still so dull.”

“Fuck,” you whispered, running your hands through your hair, not caring that you just swore in a church. “I’m sorry. I’m trying, Michael.”

“I know. Just be careful, okay? I’m worried about you.”

“And I love you for that, but I’ll be okay. I have you.” You said. He nodded, reaching out and taking your hand. “I’m ready.”

You both went back into the viewing room to be greeted by a closed casket, which you were partially relieved about. You weren’t sure if you could handle seeing her again.

“I’m sorry,” Madison’s mom said when she saw you. “I would have had them keep it open but the service will start soon.”

“I understand.” You replied, smiling at the older woman.

“Sit in the front with us, okay dear? You’re family.”

“And now a few words will be spoken by Madison’s platonic soulmate.”

You breathed in deeply, standing and slowly walking up to the podium. “Madison was my best friend. She brought color into my life, as a soulmate does, and gave me so many memories of a friendship that was written in the stars.” You began, not knowing where your eloquent words came from as you had been completely unprepared to give Madison a eulogy. But you did, and you managed to do it without crying more than once. She would have been proud.

Two weeks later, you had just finished unpacking your last box in Michael’s apartment. He thought it’d be best for you to leave the flat you once shared with Madison, as you’d find the tiniest details of her in everything, swamping you with mourning all over again and giving Michael yet another heart attack as the steadily brightening colors in his vision faze to black and white for a brief moment in time.

“The colors seem especially bright this evening,” Michael commented as he watched the sun dip below the landscape outside the window. “You’re okay.”

“For now,” you said. “I miss her, but I’m happy. I have you 24/7 now.” You finished with a yawn, rubbing at your eyes with the sleeves of Michael’s way too big sweater.

“You’re so cute.” Michael said, watching you play with the hems on the sleeves. He crossed the room to hug you by the waist, bending down to give you a kiss. “It’s been a long day. Wanna turn in early?”

“Yeah, I ate too much takeout earlier and I could really sleep it off.” You replied, following Michael to the bedroom and crawling under the covers with him.

You scrunched your nose at him, your eyes scanning over that dopey love struck grin he tended to have whenever you shared a quiet moment. Then, something started to change.

“Oh my god,” you whispered.

“What? What’s wrong, baby?” Michael asked.

You knitted your eyebrows as you focused on Michael’s face, colors seeping into the monochrome greys of you vision until you were staring into his vivid green eyes.

2

Hello Barduilings! :D

Okay so let’s start that Barduil Fandom Meetup shall we?

My name’s Bérénice, I’m a Belgian student living in Brussels. I’m 19 and I was born on November 9 (apparently that could also be Barduil’s birthday since it’s probably the day they met in Dale, I’m so happy *cough*). I have a younger sister named Eléonore and three cats–Eliott, Liam and Gabriel.

I’m currently in my last year of high school I think you call it. Though I have no idea what I’ll do of my life, so yeah I’m still wondering what’s going to happen next year.

I’m a very shy ace person with social anxiety. IRL, I don’t talk much and it can take a while for me to open up and act like I do with my closest friends. I’m incredibly lazy, and I have an apparent lack of self confidence about many things. It doesn’t look like I do but when I’m with my family I’ve got a very bad temper.

My favourite actors are David Tennant, Luke Evans and Matt Smith. I love Lee Pace and Ewan McGregor very much too. I love watching movies and TV Shows (Doctor Who, Hannibal, Sherlock, Pushing Daisies, Wonderfalls, Supernatural, Orange is the New Black, Daredevil, …), writing, reading (Harry Potter, The Inheritance Cycle and The Picture of Dorian Gray are my favourite books), spending time with my closest friends, cooking (okay baking mostly I mean come on CAKES) and spending hours on my computer. But I like laying on the grass under the sun too, and staring at the stars is one of my favourite things.

At this point you all know my favourite fic is Phosphenes by queerteddy but well I never miss a chance to say it because you know, maybe some of you haven’t read it yet? Same for my favourite series which is Shakespeare Does A Funny Thing by the-star-named-andy. And my favourite artist is queenstardust, like, can I get everything as teeshirts and posters, please? I enjoy all Barduil art and fics tho <3

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Calling My Crush | ONE SHOT ft. Suho & OT12 |

Anonymous asked:

Hello! Im just wondering if you could give a oneshot where EXO are hanging out like regular bros during their free time, and they’re teasing one of their members because he is currently into a girl. Please! It’s up to you who’s who. Thank you!

“Now that our leader’s in love,  does that mean the rest of us will eventually have to sign our selves away in matrimony?”

Suho was the subject of the rest of EXO’s teasing after having admitted that he had indeed found ‘the one’ after encountering her backstage at their latest performance. None the less, the younger lines were having the most fun, picking on their crush stricken hyung.

“I’m pretty sure he has to ask her out before he can marry her” Kyungsoo added, killing Chanyeol’s earlier teasing streak,

It was rare that the whole of EXO was able to simply hang out and have what they assumed was 'deep and meaningful’ conversations (According to Jongdae), as they lazed around their dorm.

“O o oh, o o o oh~” Baekhyun began to sing aloud ’Single Ladies’, heading straight for the chorus, “If you like it then you better put a ringggg on it”

As much as everybody else wanted to cringe and facepalm themselves at the same time, a good number of them couldn’t help but chuckle, with Kris throwing one of the couches cushions towards ’Baekyonce’s’ (as he dubbed himself as) direction.

“You probably won’t even get to see her again though” Sehun stated plainly, “You’re both miles away from each other!”

Suho slumped in his seat, cuddling the last cushion that wasn’t thrown, for comfort.

“I guess…” The sulken Leader sighed, “Ah.. I should’ve asked for her name or something?”

“Why ask for her name…” Tao had a mischievous look plastered on his face, slipping out a crumpled piece of paper, “When you can get her number!”

“This hyung..” Jongin looked inspired but also bemused by Tao’s random act of creepiness,

“Yah! How’d you get that?!” Joonmyeon beamed towards the proud Panda, snatching the slip of paper with a cell phone number scribbled on it,

“This one saw you talking with her in the empty dressing room” Lay nonchalantly explained on behalf of Tao who approved of the recitation, “He didn’t do it for your sake, he thought she was real pretty too”

“Then who gets first dib?” Chanyeol grinned, excited by thought of fellow members fighting over a girl, “Fight Fight Fight!”

“I think Suho gets first choice” Minseok piped in, relatively calm about his decision, 

“And why’s that? Luhan raised an eyebrow to the collecte member besides him who felt it was neccesary to add to the conversation,

"Because he likes her for what’s inside” Xiumin sung, patting Luhan on the knee, “That’s what counts the most!”

The collective sound of sighs and eye’s rolling filled the room,  with Suho quite touched by his hyung’s words,

“Exactly!” Joonmyeon instantly rose up from the couch, seeming to head in the direction of his room further down the hall, leaving the rest of EXO baffled.

“Yah, yah, yah!” Chen called out before Suho could disappear, “What are you doing?”

“Calling her” The Leader grinned, waving the paper before him, “So it’d be appreciated if you didn’t bother me”

“How could you have won when Tao didn’t get a chance to defend himself?” Kris stood up for his fellow EXO-M member, a strange motherly or fatherly side that caught everyone’s attention,

“But isn’t liking someone for their personality just as shallow as liking them for their looks?” Kyungsoo pointed out, “So you’re both even”

Tao didn’t appear to mind the fact that Suho had it in for 'his girl’, seemingly contented with having to been able to get her number in the first place.

Joonmyeon on the other hand began to furrow his eyes at the thought of missing 'the one’, creeping into his mind.

“Aw come on guys” Baekhyun raised his voice, bringing everyone’s attention towards the pouty leader, standing limp in the hallway, “I think we owe it to our leader”

“And the winner is Joonmyeon-hyung!” Chanyeol announced, too rising up to drag the Leader back into the members presence in the lounge room, seating him in the center of the largest couch,

“Now, go on, call her”

Suho rose an eyebrow at the eleven giddy men, well, excluding Lay and Kris, around him, anticipating what would come next. Sighing in defeat, Joonmyeon slipped out his cell from his back pocket, slowly dialing the number scribbled in black pen; hoping that she’d answer.

A few rings into the call, the atmostphere in the humble dorm began to tense, everyone almost at the edge of their seats (or uncomfortable place on the carpet). The ringing coming to an end, all twelve swallowed hard as a melodic voice answered the call.

“Hello?” You answered your phone  that had been ringing on the counter top in the kitchen, the caller ID on hidden.

There was a strange silence on the other end, with suspicious muffling and whispers making it through the line,

'Say something, hyung! Before she hangs up!’

'Ah this guy… a passionate leader on stage, but shy like a baby when it comes to girls’

'If you don’t speak, then I swear I’ll reconsider giving up’

“Anybody there?” You asked, keeping in your giggles at the quick remarks and voices,

“Yes..Uh… This is, ah, do you remember me?” A more distinct and clear voice replied, “I mean, it’s me, Suho…Uh I mean-”

“Joonmyeon?” You finished his sentence, picturing the matching blush on his face as on yours, “What’s up?”

A chorus of 'yes’s’ and cheers were shared in the background of the call, as Suho tried to keep up with the conversation,

“You’re not wondering how I got your number?” He asked non romantically, typical of him, 

“I think I already know” You chuckled, having pity for him, “Did you call for any particular reason, or you just wanted to say hi?”

'Say hi! Don’t make her think your whipped!!’

'That’s ridiculous, ask her out for lunch or something’

'Just hang up! You’ve been caught hyung!’

“Hi and lunch” Suho said plainly, before realising how non sensical he sounded, despite the fact that you understood where he was going with things,

“Hi to you too” You replied, trying your utter best from laughing out loud, “And lunch sounds good. Maybe we should go one day?”

“Yeah, that sounds good” Joonmyeon had a boost of confidence as things progressed, shunning out the advice of the loud and opinionated boys around him, “I haven’t pasta in a while, maybe Italian?”

“One of my favourites” You answered honestly, stomach beginning to rumble, “lt’s a date then”

'Well done! Our hyung has done it!’

'Can I come too? I want real pasta, none of Kyungsoo’s Kimchi spaghetti!“

'Take me as well! I wanna meet her too!’

"A date? Sure” Suho tried not to freak out, overwhelmed by the great leap in the friendly relationship, “Next tuesday?”

“Tuesday it is” You agreed, taking a mental note, “Oh, and bring your friends!”

“My friends?” He asked, not sure if you were literally serious, “You mean, the EXO members?”

“Sounded like they were keen” You added, chuckling at the same time, “It’d be nice to meet the guys that convinced you to call”

“Ahaha” Joonmyeon laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck,

“Sure… I’ll bring them”

ahahaha omg, this is such a drabble xD but I also liked how this request was fairly relaxed and gave an opportunity to include OT12 woop! + Suho seems like the one to be made fun of the most. I actually wrote this on the train home LOL But I like this one!

Baekyonce is my fave in this oneshot. asdhasdaoheadasijLOL

Thanks for requesting and reading!!

saturday night (harry’s pov) - a forever hold your peace drabble

here’s a little canon glimpse into the saturday night dinner between harry and molly prior to chapter 15! somehow i got carried away and this became almost 4K but hopefully you enjoy!

as usual, birdy’s texts are in italics, harry’s are in bold.

Harry couldn’t remember the last time he had been nervous enough for his palms to sweat.

It was somewhat repulsing and a clear indicator of how high-strung and skittish he’d been since he entered Garden of Eden thirty minutes earlier. Across from him was the girl he used to go to sleep and dream about for months on end, the one that had inhabited his mind and every thought inside of it. Molly was a vision even now, sipping on a virgin Shirley Temple as she went on about something highly environmental. Harry could remember when used to he hang off her every word, taking even the most uninteresting piece of information with grace all because the words had been spoken straight from her lips and her lips only.

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     Here we are again, another milestone and I’ve been here barely four months. So, I want to first say thank you to anyone and everyone who’s stuck with me. I started this blog with very little hope it’d get off of the ground and well, I was proven wrong, and I’m glad I was. There are so many people I’ve spoken to on here that have become very near and dear friends to me.

      So I want to begin by saying if you’re not in this initial list and you’re somewhere below it’s not that I like you any less, It’s more so I don’t know what to say about you.

S N O W F L A K E S ;;

      These are people who rule my Dashboard and I will always stalk read their threads whenever they’re RPing with someone because wow their writing is amazing. Or these are the people who really shine above the rest when it comes to our OOC interactions. 

  • idlegossipandarchaeology I have so much to say about you. First off you’re a wonderful friend, one of the best people I have ever come to know and I’ll never regret once talking to you. You are sweet, and so very kind and hilarious to talk to and plot with. RPing with you has been an honor of mine and I feel so fortunate to have such a lovely RP partner and friend in you. I love you dearly, Lin. P.S. Your River is so rad, I can’t even begin to tell you how rad it is.
  • miss-pond - Hello Queen Cally, you amazing lady you. Seriously, so guys the reason Cally here is a special snowflake is pretty obvious once you see her blog. This is easily one of the greatest Rivers I’ve seen on the site. And I’m super lucky to have this amazing lady as a friend, and someone I can bug talk to every day, Her verses, and pretty much everything are awesome and her portrayal of River is beautiful. Go check her out, not only is her blog rad but she’s a super sweet mun.
  • theoncoming-sass - Sarah. Sarah, what do I say about you? Seriously I have so much I could say and only a paragraph to do it in. So, let me begin by saying thank you for being so wonderful to me as a friend and lifting my mood when I’ve sorely needed it. I don’t forget those little things you did to just make me laugh when I needed to. Your nine is brilliant and I absolutely love you to bits. Completely and utterly wonderful, you and Sunshine both are.
  • hispinkandyellowhuman - Speaking of Sunshine, you are my sunshine, my only sunshine you make me happy when skies are grey– But let me be real here when I say Sunshine is amazing. She’s utterly adorable and can I just say that her Rose is absolutely lovely. Go check out her blog if you don’t believe me. Her writing is absolutely, positively wonderful to read and sometimes I could spend hours on her blog reading stuff from her.
  • themanwhomakespeoplebetter - Okay so I barely know you OOCly, but dear god you’re here because of how utterly brilliant you are. This guys, is one of the best 10’s I’ve come to find on tumblr and dear god I don’t think you understand how much I adore them. Their writing is gorgeous and the brief talks I’ve had with you OOCly have been nothing short of awesome. Seriously, just thank you.
  • the-man-above - HELLO GEMMY BBY, okay so. When I think about an amazing 11 that I was intimidated to RP with at first I think of you. Your blog, you and your writing are some of the best I’ve had the pleasure of seeing on my dashboard. Thank you just for the chance of RPing with you because wow, you’re absolutely amazing. Not to mention I think I invaded to balance all of the dark stuff and angst with fluff (it’s my specialty.)
  • malumnavis - Lulu is a little shit and I love her for it. You want a dark, well-developed character? Look no further than Idris because she’s seriously one of the most batshit crazy female characters I’ve see on the site. And then you talk to Lulu and Lulu is a big sweetheart and I adore her.lots. Mun and Muse are fabulous and if you disagree it’s not my fault if Idris decides to roast you alive or feed you to her fabulous time-lord iam-theinterfector! (Who is also quite amazing, and terrifying. But the mun, who I’ve only begun to talk to is super sweet. ;; <3)
  • doctoroverlord / corruptedpetals - This is Ghost, she is amazing to me for lots of reasons. First off we have the most random conversations about nothing and I always enjoy them. Ghost’s characters here are absolutely wonderful, her Dark!Doctor has an entire world that people could get immersed in for RP. Her Rose is a genius balance of Bad Wolf and Rose Tyler and I just– I love it okay? I love Ghost dearly too, she’s an adorable little qtpi.
  • nooneunimportant - Hello You, you adorable little shit. This is another amazing Eleven that if you don’t follow you’re doing something very wrong with your life. This is such a sweet mun and a lovely 11. They’re definitely worth getting to know if you want to add another person to a list of awesome people on tumblr.
  • bowtied - Hello, yes. So, on the topic of great Elevens, this one here is probably in my top three. Seriously, this blog is fantastic and I am so glad I follow them. The writing they do is absolutely wonderful and to be honest reading their posts is such a joy (because wow writing talent over here). But yeah, absolutely amazing and the mun (from the few times we’ve talked) is absolutely awesome too.
  • romanaofheartshaven - Romana! Okay so, what do I say about this person, especially because we haven’t talked much OOCly. Well, for starters this mun is fabulous from the little bit we’ve talked and they’re superbly talented writer. Not to mention I adore the faceclaim they chose for her. So, anyway, moving on, when it comes to the topic of writing, I wonder if this mun is a professional author or something because talent is staring me in the face via tumblr posts. I unabashedly stalk read their threads.
  • donna-nobis-pacem - Hello, this is my Donna. So, first thing is first I adore Donna’s character more than anyone ever will know. This Donna was the first Donna I followed and when I say I will follow her into the depths of hell and back I will. Her writing, and characterization is absolutely wonderful. She understands Donna’s character and ugh, I could go on forever about how amazing this Donna is. The Mun is a giant sweetheart and oh my god she’s just wonderful. I love talking to her and our conversations are always hilarious.
  • nineandrunning - Bex! Bex was one of the very first people I ever met on tumblr and I will never regret knowing this amazing gal. She runs three blogs, of which I linked this one because it’s the one I’ve always considered her main. ( theshadowofgallifrey , notthetindog ) are her other ones. So, yeah I can’t even profess how hilarious and amazing this gal is and how glad I am to know her. The Characters she plays are wonderful and if you don’t follow her you are missing out on amazing things on your dashboard.
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