how do you even write it

“You know what bothers me?” He said as he frustratedly pulled at his sleeves.

She paused for short while before letting out a sigh. “Do I want to?” She replied.

He broke eye contact and began to stare at the wet grass beneath their feet,
“It bothers me how you sit and cry and you pour your heart out for someone who doesn’t even care enough to give you a second thought. Life isn’t easy, life is real and nothing that’s real has ever been easy. There are seven billion people on this planet and one day, he’ll just be another one of them.”

—  One day you’ll be ok.
// excerpt of a book I’ll never write

anonymous asked:

headcanon where the rfa-v-saeran are in love with MC but they're in an unhealthy relationship with someone else where suddenly physical abuse happens for the first time and MC is so traumatized that they end up flinching at something that the rfa+v+saeran do, that's how they find out about it. you choose if you want everything to end platonically or romantically~ gracias!!

I’m sorry that this took me so long, but I hope you like it! This one was definitely interesting for me to write. However, I would like to say that most of these end on lighter notes, even though they deal with abuse. I’m sorry if that comes off as romanticizing it in any way, but I assure you that that was not my intent. As it is a request based around the topic of abuse, there’s obviously abuse warnings


Yoosung:

  • You and Yoosung were going to hang out for the night and you were on snack duty, so you came to the dorm after stopping at the convenience store
  • He shouted a greeting through the dorm saying he only needed another five minutes while you were setting your wallet and keys down
  • When you walked over to his desk, it looked like he was playing rough map and he had headphones on, so you decided to stay quiet and look through a book that was on an end table
  • Once you had settled in to the other chair and started the novel, you noticed that he was banging his mouse slightly with how much he was clicking it
  • You tried to ignore it but then he started to practically yell at the monitor
  • At this point, you were curled up into the chair, an instinct to make yourself smaller
  • Yoosung turned around in his chair in exasperation while taking off his headphones then noticed how you were sitting as his eyes widened slightly
  • You were trying to speak but you couldn’t without stuttering slightly
  • “S-sorry, Yoosung. You just s-scared me a bit-t” “Nononono, MC! I’m really sorry for getting angry. Are you alright?”
  • Taking a few breaths before you were to explain, you started moving to sit normally
  • “Yoosung, please don’t think any different of me when I tell you this, alright?”
  • In response, he just nodded wildly, forgetting about his game
  • “So remember when Zen asked me if I was dating anyone, and I said I just got out of a relationship? Key words, got out. I was, well, it was abusive, and I didn’t want to talk about it. You’re the only one of the RFA I’m telling for now, so please don’t say anything yet. Anyways, they would always yell at me before they would physically hurt me, so I associate someone yelling with that. I didn’t, I didn’t mean to freak you out or anything. I’m sor-“
  • Yoosung was not having this, but didn’t want to make you any less comfortable so he tried to keep his face straight
  • “MC! Don’t apologize! It’s, it’s not your fault at all. I should be really sorry, and I am. I got annoyed, because I’ve been in this area for the past four hours, and I haven’t been able to get a drop. I’m really really sorry! I’ll try my absolute best to not yell around you again, MC” “Thank-thank you, Yoosung” “Can I, can I hug you, MC?”
  • You nodded slightly and he practically teleported he went so fast to the chair you were on to hug you
  • “You’re really strong for going through that, MC, and I promise I won’t tell anyone else unless you say it’s okay”
  • Nodding again, you let him stay like that for a few minutes before offering to get up and get the food so you could watch the movie
  • Once you noticed he was crying ten minutes in, you laughed slightly thinking about how considerate he could be and how he wouldn’t hurt you
  • Nice to know for our, I mean, the future
  • dAMMIT, MC

Zen:


  • You were staying at his home since he got injured again, mindlessly watching some random soap opera while chatting in the messenger
  • Jaehee: I can’t believe that Zen is doing three roles in different productions at once.
    MC: Yeah, he’s not home much, and when he is, he’s practicing lines
    Jaehee: He can only work so much. I hope he doesn’t work too hard.
    MC: It’s more promo pictures anyways lol
    Jaehee: Very true! The ones that came out today are already saved on my phone

  • The front door opened with Zen finishing up a phone call
  • MC: Be right back, Jaehee. He just got back, and he looks a little pissed
    MC has left the chatroom

  • “-Yes, have a good evening, Sir” “Hi, Zen! How was tonight’s rehearsal? You sounded exaspera-“ “It was awful. Nobody could get their shit together while starting the dance numbers, and the director kept yelling”
  • He went on for a few minutes, ranting while putting his jacket and bag up by the door and waving his hands around
  • While he was turning around to face you with his hand still moving, you flinched slightly
  • Zen stopped talking instantly and put his arm down just as quickly
  • “MC! Babe, I would never hit you. I’m so sorry that you would think that! I promise that I’ll never go off aga-“ “Zen, it’s fine. I didn’t think you would,” you paused to word this correctly, “It’s just what I’m conditioned to do. Like a habit”
  • Half of you wanted for him to drop it, another part wanted him to ask so that someone would know
  • Besides, you trusted him the most out of RFA anyways
  • Back to the present, Zen looked downright personally attacked by what you said
  • “Why,” he stopped to fathom what would make you think any of this, “Why would someone hurt you? Who made you act like this, because I swear I will-“ “Hyun, please stay quiet, so I can explain”
  • He stayed quiet and led you to the couch so that you could both sit down
  • “It-it’s my significant other. When they hit the bottle, they, well, they hit me. I just flinch now whenever it’s similar to that. Not-not saying that you’re like them-“ “No no, I know what you mean. I swear that I won’t treat you like that ever. Could you maybe tell me who they are, because I’ll fight them outside the Wendy’s”
  • (I’m sorry, I know it’s meant to be serious, but my mind went no. Wendy’s is a fast food chain that’s established in around thirty countries)
  • Laughing slightly, you pointedly told him no and said they were in jail anyways
  • After your conversation, you noticed Zen was being quiet and you knew something was up
  • Rather than push it, you just sat with him and continued to watch your shitty soaps
  • “Hey, ah, MC?” “Yeah?” “Would you maybe like to go out with me? I just, well, I realized that I thought you deserved far better than what your significant other is giving you, and I’d like to try to help. This kind of helped me realized how much I’d like to date you. I swear that I’ll take on any repercussions that they make”
  • well, hE Ck
  • Again, two parts of you were weighing your options
  • You may’ve just gotten out of a bad relationship, if you went with this, and it seemed like a pretty okay idea
  • “That sounds good, uh, yeah, yes, Zen. However, it might take me a bit to be fully okay with everything”
  • This boy looked sO HAPPY
  • “Really? I mean, yes, of course. No worries if you need time”
  • You both ended up crashing on the couch that night, with the dramatic shows still looping in the background
  • After you had been dating for a few months, you noticed that Zen hadn’t been drinking any alcohol whatsoever
  • You just smiled, content with the new life you were living

Seven: (Route spoilers right off the bat. I’m sorry! Based on what actually happens in the route, this’ll probably seem ooc, but I’m trying my best!)


  • After Seven’s acclaimed twin had left, you were pretty shaken up by the ordeal
  • Seven was acting really distant as well, and that wasn’t helping
  • Since he acted much differently on the messenger, you were sure it was your fault he was acting so cold
  • Trying to do something that could lighten his mood, you made some lunch
    It may not be a bag of chips and a can of soda, but you figured this would be better
  • You walked up behind him and tapped his shoulder since he had his headphones on
  • He turned around far too quickly while yanking one half of his headphones to the side
  • “MC! Don’t bug me, you have no reason to, so just stop!”
    Around after he said your name, you dropped the plate at the slight outburst and he didn’t realize it until he stopped
  • “S-sorry, S-sev-seven!” you spoke hurriedly with a heavy stutter while you were getting on your knees to clean up the food and plate shards, “I-I didn’t mean t-to make you mad-d. I’ll, I’ll get this picked up as soon as possible”
  • You were surprised when he silently got off his chair to help but finished cleaning up what you could with shaking hands
  • Going to get a trashcan, you heard him mumbling “stupid” and “an idiot” and thought the worst then subconsciously prepared to get yelled at while dragging it to where the plate was dropped
  • Seven, on the other hand, was trying to figure out why he was clouded enough to not realize that you had been abused earlier
  • Granted, you didn’t talk much about it through any messaging service or social media and didn’t join any support groups or the like, but he still should’ve known to avoid all this
  • “Seven? I, I know you’re angr-“ “MC, it’s alright. I didn’t mean to make you panic; I didn’t realize what had happened for a few seconds. I’m an idiot for shouting when you were just bringing me food. Even stupider for having you pick up most of it”
  • He smiled sadly for just a second before bending over to get all of ceramic and food mess into the bag while you were silently standing, stunned
  • “MC? Is everything alright?” You nodded as if you were shaking something off “Yeah, yeah, I just thought you were going to slap me or something. I mean, I made a huge mess and you were already pissed at me and I was getting in the way and-“ “MC. I would never, ever slap you, okay? You’re never in the way, alright? I’m trying to keep all of this together right now, and I shouldn’t have snapped when you were trying to take care of me”
  • You were confused because you were certain that he was only going to start yelling in a few seconds
  • “But you were calling me stupid and an idiot when I went to get the bin?” “No! Nononono, MC, I was calling myself that, because I hadn’t put it together until then and I make you panic” “Put what? Oh, uh, yeah” “Yeah, I won’t ask you anything about it unless you’d like to tell me, but I understand. Personal experiences are shitty”
  • Seven offered another slight smile before going to speak again
  • “I’ll try my absolute hardest to not do something like that again, I swear to God. Nobody deserves to go through that, and especially not you. I’m going to drop whatever stone cold bitch façade I was using to tell you this right now, I care about you a lot, MC. Like a whole fuck ton, and I was pushing you away, because I’m really, very dangerous. I know that I keep saying that, but with the people I’m working with, I can’t have someone that I care about. However, I promise you that once everything is sorted out, I’ll be able to act better for you”
  • Once again, you were silently stunned at the apology and confession he just gave
  • You moved to hug him and he did just that, keeping you as tightly as he could for a few seconds
  • “Thank-thank you, Seven” “Absolutely”

Jumin: (Also one filled with route spoilers, sorry)


  • While you were staying at his apartment, he noticed that you were frequently texting someone and you always seemed to be wincing whenever it sent
  • As a matter of fact, he saw you wincing a lot whenever you bumped into something or got up
  • Jumin didn’t want to push it, but when he kissed you in front of the Chois and you tried to push him away as fast as possible, he decided to ask once they left
  • “MC, I am so deeply sorry for doing that. I pushed myself onto you, and it is completely unforgivable. Even though I want to keep you safe here, you can most definitely leave if you wish. I can’t believe I would do that to you, but I don’t have a good grasp on reading your emotions and I sincerely apologize for my actions” “No, it’s alri-“ “MC. What I did was horribly wrong. Don’t feel bad for leaving whatsoever” “Jumin, listen for a second. My reaction made it seem like I was disgusted, but don’t get the wrong idea. I’m sure this is confusing, so just give a little bit to explain”
  • He looked really confused but just nodded and gestured to the living room so that you could speak sitting down
  • “Jumin, I’m going to straight up tell you that I didn’t mind that you kissed me. It was how. I’m currently in a relationship-no, don’t freak out over making me “unfaithful” or anything-that’s quite abusive. My partner constantly forces me to do things with them. They’re who I’m texting, because they’re angry that I haven’t seen them in the past week. They’re also the reason I’ve got bruises on my sides. It scared me a bit when you did that randomly, but I don’t want you to think that I want leave right now, especially when it’s to keep me not dead”
  • Jumin nodded in response, but he didn’t look confused anymore; he looked both downcast and angry
  • “I can’t believe someone would do that to you, MC. Please tell me you’ll get away from them soon. I can’t stand to think of you getting hurt that way and forced to do things like that for them. If you need me to help with contacting someone or lawyers, I assure you I’ll find the best internationally for you. If you’d like to continue whatever we’re doing right now, I swear that I’ll always ask before I do anything and make sure it’s alright”
  • At the moment, you didn’t realize you were crying silently, but it wasn’t out of sadness, no, it was joyful
  • “Thank you, Jumin. That’s more than enough. Could you help me write a script of sorts for when I call them to dump them?” “Most definitely, MC. Anything I may do to help” “And Jumin?” “Yes?” “I’d quite like to continue what we’re doing”
  • He looked slightly surprised at what you said and eager to help you draft your phone call
  • After nearly an hour of deleting and rewriting what you were to say, you collectively decided to fuck it and just call
  • You were greatly anxious but Jumin’s presence was calming, especially the fact he was whispering encouragement while the phone rang
  • “Yes, hello…No, that won’t be necessary…I called to tell you to go fuck yourself…You heard me perfectly well…Because I’m not putting up with this anymore…Not only is it disgusting, you can’t do anything to stop the fact I’m leaving or the fact I found someone else…Yes, he’s quite nice. Would you like to speak to him?”
  • You swore that you had never heard someone monotonously swear that much and you were silently laughing while Jumin was using explicits every other word in the Business Guy voice
  • He hung up after you gave a “Bye, bitch!” and you broke down into laughter and speaking in between it
  • “Thank-oh God-thank you, Jumin. You-fuck, that was hilarious-you helped me out more than I can imagine, and this is probably the hardest I’ve laughed in months. Seriously, thank you,” you decided to mimic his Business Guy voice, “Mr. Han”
  • This time he started laughing too and that fueled you to continue
  • Definitely something to remember
  • After you both had calmed down, you were both silently looking at the other fondly
  • “MC?” “Yeah, Mr. Han?” “Sh-shut up” “Make me”
  • You stopped for a second, thinking about the invitation you just put out there
  • “Can I kiss you?” “Yeah, you dork”
  • Scratch what you said before, this was something to remember

V:


  • While you were at the party, V had noticed that you had someone else with you, but assumed it was your current partner
  • The fact that you had someone had him crestfallen, but he reminded himself that they made you happy and that’s what matters
  • Oh boy
  • Little did he know, you were getting yelled at outside for interacting with one guest and that “cotton candy-haired asshole” too much
  • That is, until a security guard came up to him mid-conversation and informed him of two people outside
  • He decided that he wouldn’t be told if they couldn’t take care of it, so he followed them out to see you trying to get absorbed by the outside of the building and someone yelling at you
  • “Excuse me? Why are you harassing, MC, the coordinator of this event?”
  • “Wouldn’t you like to know, you blue-haired fuck” “Yes, I quite would like to know if you could stop being a jackass
  • No matter the fact that this was serious and you weren’t a six-year-old, you snickered quietly at the fact he swore
  • “Actually, you’re not worth my time. MC, could you explain please?” “Oh, uh,” you glanced at your partner and smirked just a bit, realizing you finally had witnesses, “Jihyun, this is, this is my abuser. They were trying to act possessive by shouting at me out here. Actually, they were telling me that I can’t talk to you or take care of my job
  • V had already blanked at the word abuser, now fueled with hatred but keeping the calm appearance
  • “They, they’re your what? Never mind, I already heard it. MC, I’m getting you out of that arrangement as soon as possible”
  • He simply nodded to the guard that had brought him to the scene then offered his arm to you so that he could take you back inside
  • While you were walking back, realization of what you had done was settling in and you started to visibly shake
  • “MC? Is everything alright? Never mind, another stupid question. Hold on for just a second”
  • He had you sit at a table that was near the entrance where the least people were and got you a glass of water from a server walking by
  • “What you did was really brave, alright? You were able to do in a couple of seconds what I couldn’t throughout an entire relationship and then some. I promise that I’ll keep you protected from them,and they will never be allowed to come into contact with you again, okay? I swear that on my life”
  • Nodding with a shaky smile, you drank some of the water and thought everything over again
  • “Thank you, really, V, thank you. For helping me end that and helping me calm down”
  • After you conversed about random things for a while just to calm down, he escorted you back to the main area where everyone else was
  • Seven walked up to the two of you with a grin on his face
  • “What were you two up to? Screwing in the bathroom?”
  • You glanced over to see a red-faced Jihyun and you could’ve swore you heard him mumble “I wish” to which your face also heated up
  • “L-Luciel!” “That’s my name! Plus, I heard what you just said, V!” “No, you didn’t” “Keep lying to yourself!”
  • Seven left with a cheeky wink and the both of you blushing wildly like awkward teenagers
  • Hmm, not a bad idea, though, Seven
  • wait shit
  • You said that aloud
  • “Yeah, not bad at all, Luciel”
  • You ended up getting winked at again with your face feeling hotter than before

Saeran:


  • You came over to hang out with Seven at the bunker while Saeran was staying there
  • Turns out, Seven got assigned some new project and had to start it right away, but you didn’t feel like going back to your apartment
  • “Hey, Saeran?” “What do you want now?” “Bitch, I walked through the door and I haven’t even spoken to you today” “…Fair point. Continue”
  • “Since your brother’s working, do you wanna do something?” “Like?” “Watching shitty movies with ice cream?”
  • Ice cream was the way to Saeran’s heart so he agreed upon the mention of it
  • You were at least 87% sure he wouldn’t have agreed if there wasn’t ice cream involved
  • Going to the kitchen, you noticed Seven brought his equipment out into the living room
  • You were kind of confused, considering he’d probably want to be somewhere with no distractions
  • Saeran, on the other hand, glared at him
  • You were going to the freezer get a gallon out while you heard the brothers bickering
  • “What’re you two talking about?”
  • Seven flatly said “You” while Saeran hurriedly said “Nothing!”
  • The red-head earned another glare when he gave a thumbs up to you
  • You just shook your head with a smirk while getting a scoop from a drawer along with two bowls
  • “Seven? You want any?” “Only if I’m allowed to put chips on it”
  • Half-laughing and half-sighing with a smile, you got another bowl while Saeran walked into the kitchen after telling his brother to “just fuck off already”
  • You were getting the bowls filled when Seven started yelling out and swearing at his laptop
  • The scoop clattered to the floor when you had jumped at the sudden outburst
  • Saeran looked bored by it, but when he saw how panicked you looked, you couldn’t quite place what emotion he was displaying
  • “Uh, you alright there?” “What? Oh, uh, yeah, yeah, the yelling just sorta reminded me of something” “Are you sure you’re alright?” “To be honest, no, but can I tell you later?”
  • He nodded and bent down to get the scoop before rinsing it off and finishing getting everyone’s food
  • You brought the bowls to the couch and set Seven’s next to him cautiously while warily looking at him
  • Saeran made an assumption, but decided to just wait for you to explain
  • Seven gave a quiet thanks and you still looked slightly panicked but Saeran tried to distract you
  • “MC? Come sit by me” “Al-alright?” “What do you want to watch?” “Oh, whatever you pick is fine”
  • He shrugged and flipped through channels until deciding on some psychological thriller type movie
  • Once he noticed his brother put his headphones on, he decided to ask about it
  • “Could you explain now? I don’t think Asshat over there is listening if that’s what you’re worried about” “Yeah, I-I can; just please don’t react harshly. Right now, I’m in a relationship that I’ve kept from RFA, and Seven shouldn’t have been able to tell either. It’s fairly abusive towards me, and when your brother shouted, it reminded me of last night’s beating. I, well, I get kind of worried when I mess stuff up, so I thought he’d be mad at me even though it was only his work. But, yeah, that’s why loud noises make me react like that”
  • He stayed quiet for a few seconds before speaking quietly but clearly
  • “I will fucking kill them, MC” “Saeran! No, it’s-“ “Don’t say it’s alright; we both know it isn’t.  How dare they hurt you?” “Saeran, I’ll get out of it soon. It’s just-“ “MC, as much as I would like to stay calm about this, it’s not ‘just’ anything. You shouldn’t be treated like that, and I want your abuser six feet under”
  • Knowing that he could very easily murder them, you tried your best to get him to stop thinking about it
  • Finally, he got quiet again and you were able to relax back into the couch
  • “MC?” “Mhm?” “Could you-I can’t believe I’m asking this-could you lay by me? I would just hug you, but I don’t want to hurt you, since you’ve got injuries” “You’re a fucking dork, you know that right?” “Just be quiet and come over here…if that’s alright” “Of course it is”
  • After setting your bowl to the side, you moved over to be by him
  • “Is this better, Saeran?” “Much” “Good, ‘cause I feel safe like this” “Really?” “Mhmm, its nice to be by someone that has a comforting presence” “MC, I literally kidnapped you” “Yeah, but okay, yes, you kidnapped me” “See?” “I can’t explain it, but I like being by you” “Me too”
  • You both stayed like that until the credits rolled and Seven was giving his brother another thumbs up
  • Once you were sure Seven wasn’t paying too much attention, you spoke again
  • “Thanks, Saeran, for giving me someone who I could confide” “Anytime, MC. Though the murder offer still stands” “I don’t need you winding up in prison, alright?” “Seems fair.  Can we still at least trash their car?” “Oh, hell’s yeah” “Now?” “Now”
  • You both got up while smiling wildly and Seven just stayed focused on his work
  • Saeran grabbed his jacket by the door and told his brother that he was going to go slash some tires
  • Walking to your car, you opened his door and bowed sarcastically before going to your seat and starting up the car
  • Smashing those windows and scratching in words and cutting up tires made you feel the happiest you had been in a while
  • After you both got back in the car and headed back to the bunker, it was nearly two am, so you decided to stay over
  • “Hey, MC?” “Yes, Saeran?”
  • You noticed that he stayed quiet and looked up to seeing him with a slightly red face
  • “Mind staying with me tonight?” “Not at all”

I really hoped that you all liked this one, but I will gladly change anything that isn’t right or add something that you would like. I hope you all have good mornings/afternoons/evenings, and much love to you all!

anonymous asked:

54 jikook ❤️💛💚💙💜

54: “You’re not mature enough to be a parent.” - “Try me.”

a/n: a cool dialogue challenge


parenting, as everyone knows, isn’t at all an easy thing.

“the formula, jungkook, the formula!”

“i’m trying - i can’t find it! how do i even mix it when i do?”

jimin’s cursing under his breath. “you don’t mix it, idiot, it’s a fake baby! just find a goddamn bottle!”

jungkook comes bursting through the door at that second, panting as his eyes latch onto jimin in the corner of the room, bouncing the doll with a strained expression. for a second jungkook’s chest twists with something warm and gooey, but he pushes the feeling away with a scowl and starts to rummage the room for a bottle.

“no, no, i didn’t notice that!” he yells from inside a pile of clothes. god, jimin is messy, even for a teenager. “i’ve always thought that it was a real baby until now, wow, why’d you just tell me? i’m so shocked!”

when his head pops up and a bottle is clutched in his hand, jimin is right in his face, glaring him down. the mock baby doll that’s been assigned to them still sobs as if it (okay, she, but whatever) has just been personally victimized or something.

jimin snaps back, jaw clenched and tone dangerous, “you’re gonna have fake teeth if you don’t hurry up.”

jungkook gasps, touching the bottle in his hand to where his heart is. the baby ceases throwing a fit for a second, as if to give time for the dramatics of gasp.

“how dare you threaten me in front of the baby,” whispers jungkook, and the expression he wears screams ‘morbidly offended.’ it makes jimin roll his eyes.

“it’s a fake baby,” jimin argues.

jungkook humphs and crosses his arms. the bottle has not left his hand, but for some reason, the baby has stopped its fake crying, just sniffles, so jimin sets it down into the crib.

“well,” says jungkook haughtily, “if that’s going to be your mentality for this project, then i think you’re not mature enough to be a parent.”

jimin shoots him a look. “try me.”

jungkook tries him. it’s a bad idea. considering how jimin’s temper is naturally short and the whole “pretend to be a parent” high school project has set him on edge, it’s reasonable that things don’t end so well for jungkook. he doesn’t get any teeth knocked out, but he does get a particularly hard smack upside the head, which makes the baby laugh.

what a perverse kid he’s raising, jungkook thinks.


it’s a sunny day.

“jungkook, the formula!”

“i’m coming, i’m coming!”

jungkook drags his feet through the nursery door and gently takes the baby from jimin’s arms, holding the bottle “okay, baby, come on, come on.” “yum, yum.”

it takes ten minutes before the baby falls asleep and jungkook takes the bottle from her mouth, running his thumb tenderly over one of her chubby cheeks once. jimin tugs hat his sleeves then and he lets himself get pulled onto the bed, collapsing with an equally exhausted co-father at his side.

a sighs leaves jimin’s lips, eyes droopy. his voice is low as to not wake their kid as he confesses, “you know, sometimes you say ‘baby’ and my brain wonders whether you’re talking about me or the actual baby.”

“baby,” jungkook tests.

jimin groans, burying his face into jungkook’s chest. “see, it happened again.” a sigh is puffed out into the shirt, which is old and strongly smelling of jungkook from lack of energy to do proper laundry. “god, i’m so tired, so friggin’ tired. i could cry a river, but i’m. too tired for that too.”

a grunt is all jungkook can manage in response besides rubbing his nose languidly and affectionately against jimin’s cheek. “they never teach you this stuff in high school,” he mumbles, and his mouth parts as if to say more, but a finger stops his lips.

“the baby’s sleeping,” breathes jimin, the readiness to pass it in his voice alone making jungkook’s eyelids heavy with drowsiness. “just get as - as much sleep as you can, while you can.”

they doze off much too quickly like that, when the sun is shining and it’s not really the time to sleep. nobody blames them, though, not even the tiniest bit.

because parenting, as everyone knows, isn’t at all an easy thing.

kixboxer  asked:

Underground street racing

do you even KNOW ME.  do you know how much i have to wildly repress every urge in my sick, weary bones to write a fast and the furious AU???  let’s talk about VICTOR NIKIFOROV and his SEM’YA (”i hate it when you call us that,” yurio complains), a group of elite street racers in st. petersburg.  word on the street is that they (”they’re bravda,” agent nishigori corrects later, after yuuri’s gotten too close, “not sem’ya”) have been hijacking entire military convoys and stealing government weapons to deal on the black market.  previous attempts to infiltrate the group have been futile, and when pressured, the GRU contracts M16 agent and former japanese drift king yuuri katsuki to go undercover.

it would have everything i love forever, like SECRET IDENTITIES and MISUNDERSTANDINGS and yuuri and victor fucking in and on a ton of hot cars.  it turns out that the nikiforov family is being blackmailed by the russian government, because there are no bad guys in YOI, but russia has vladmir putin??? so anyway, victor finds out yuuri is a secret agent when he saves them from a set up, and they get into a fight and yuuri says, “let’s end this,” and they Sad Fuck in a car before taking down the entire russian government withs cars, and then yuuri offers victor a ten second car to help him escape and start a new life.  “that’s what you wanted after you beat me in that first first race, right?” yuuri asks, and victor takes him buy the hand.

“yuuri,” he says, “all i ever really wanted was you.”

anyway, they run away together and have more sex in cars and it’s SUPER. 

Imagine Chris taking you around your new home.

A/N: Part 5 is here, y'all. I have to admit, even I got a little choked up writing this. 😅 I might have a wedding for you guys, but we’ll see. Enjoy 💕 (Read Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4)

You stood in the front yard of your dream house with the man of your dreams; the smile on your face was yet to be wiped off. Chris smiled seeing how happy you were and silently commended himself on such a wonderful job. He walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind. “What do you think?” He spoke softly into your hair. “Do you like it?” You turned around in his arms and chuckled when you caught his gaze. “What?” He raised a brow as he dropped his arms.

“You’re insane, you know that?” You quizzed rhetorically, caressing his bearded face with one hand. He chuckled, turning so he could kiss your palm. “I mean-” you dropped your hand and glanced back at the house before turning back to Chris. “You are literally the perfect man.” He laughed. “This whole day has been unreal. You see things like this in the movies, you don’t ever expect…” You trailed off, your hand reaching to touch the small plane pendant resting between your collarbone; Chris smiled. “Who does this in real life?”

“Me,” he smiled and slipped his hand into yours, entwining your fingers. “And it’s not over yet.” You chuckled with a shake of your head. “Yes, I can do this all day.” He smirked when he quoted Captain America’s famous line. “C'mon,” he tugged on your hand and pulled you with him towards the house. “There’s a lot I want to show you.”

“Your letter said you were going to drop to your knee upon seeing me.” You reminded him teasingly, playfully poking his side. “It’s been ten minutes and my finger’s still pretty bare,” you said and he chuckled when you wiggled your left hand for him to see.

“Looks like someone is eager to be my fiancée,” he teased and you rolled your eyes with a smile. “Relax, okay? You’ll definitely have a ring on your finger before the end of the day, I just want to show you around the house first. Do you have your key?” He asked when you reached the front door.

“Of course I do,” you pulled out the key your dad has passed to you earlier. “The keychain was a very nice touch, Captain,” you complimented as you poked the key into the keyhole. You knew it was his way of reminding you how the two of you met.

“I thought so too.”

The door opened and the two of you stepped in; an immediate feeling of home was felt. Chris watched you as your eyes scanned the vicinity, smiling when you smiled. Upon entering the two story stonewall house, a long hallway greeted you; its plain white walls were decorated with photo frames filled with years and years of memories. On your left was the staircase leading upstairs to your three bedrooms and two bathrooms; on your right was the archway entrance to your cozy living room; and straight ahead, you’d find your kitchen/dining area with the breakfast bar, marble benches, and sun nook you’ve always wanted.

“Oh my God,” you breathed as your eyes welled with tears. “Chris-” you turned to him and he chuckled, wrapping you into a hug. “I love you,” you told him, wrapping your arms around him. “You’re amazing and this house is amazing and-” You tried hard to hold back your tears. “I’m so lucky,” you mumbled into his chest.

“So am I,” he kissed the top of your head. “Think you can hold it together until we finish the tour?” He asked, looking down at you as you looked up at him. “You’re more than welcomed to cry when I propose ‘cause I’m going to and I’d like the company.”

“Okay,” you chuckled softly.

He took your hand and showed you around downstairs first. The entire place was fully furnished with all your favorite designers: Kathy Kuo, Vivian Durant, APT2B, Global. The color schemes included all your favorites; Tiffany&Co teal being the most repeated color. The walls held frames that contained- not only photographs, certificates, and awards- but watercolors, prints, and quotes from your favorite Disney movies.

In the living room was a huge flatscreen with surround sound, though you loved watching TV- you knew that was more for Chris and his football games than you. Above the stone fireplace was an enlarged copy of the photograph you both loved from your first Christmas with Chris in Boston; you were kissing by the Christmas tree under the mistletoe when Scott snapped a candid photo, it encapsulated one of the best Christmases of your life in one shot. You smiled and pecked Chris on the cheek when you saw it; he smiled in response.

The two of you moved onto the kitchen where everything was as you’d always dreamed of. You were an actress by trade but if you weren’t, you would have become a pastry chef. You loved baking and having a kitchen like this was your one lifelong wish. The beige marble benches, the hardwood floor, the breakfast bar, the sun nook- it was as though Chris entered your mind to create what you’d been envisioning since you were fourteen.

“I nailed it, didn’t I?” Chris smiled at your smile.

“You did more than just nail it,” you nodded, smiling at him.

“Over there,” Chris grabbed you by the shoulders and turned you towards the grand piano in the corner of the room, “is where I’ll be when you’re working away in the kitchen. I know you’ve always wanted a live band playing whatever song you wanted, whenever you wanted.” You chuckled softly; the ideas you had as a kid. “As much as I want to hire a band to live with us so you can have that, I don’t think it’s realistic.”

“Neither,” you giggled with a shake of your head.

“That’s where I come in,” he smiled. “We’re lucky ‘cause I can play your two of your favorite instruments. The saxophone is still a work in progress, I’ll-” You cut him off, pressing your lips against his. “What was that for?” He asked when you pulled away.

“Everything,” you smiled. “I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve someone like you, Chris. With each passing second, you’re becoming more and more perfect. It’s getting to a point that I don’t think I can live up to you. How am I meant to top this? What am I going to do for your next birthday or our next anniversary or Christmas? Nothing I do will ever, ever come close to what you’ve done for me.”

“Are you serious?” He laughed when you nodded. “Y/N, shall I remind you of the amazing things you’ve done for me? When I was filming ‘Before We Go’ and you were on break, you gave up your downtime to come help me in New York pulling all nighters than you didn’t have to pull.”

“Yeah, but-”

“Do you remember when you took me to Disney World for my birthday? I don’t know how but you got the entire park to make it all about me that day, every show we went to- every ride we took, all the cast members and attendants wished me a happy birthday.”

“Well, it wasn’t-”

“You’ve never once missed an award show or premiere of mine, even if you’re working- you ask for time off to fly to wherever it is so you can be with me. You know I get nervous at those things and you don’t want me to be alone, even if that means risking your own career.” You smiled, no longer trying to minimize the importance of your actions because you knew Chris would just cut you off again. “You are always there for me when I need you to be, Y/N. No matter what, no matter when. Even if you can’t be physically there for me, you still make your love and support known. You love me unconditionally and- that is something not many people are capable of. So if you ask me, this is nothing compared to everything you’ve done and everything you do for me.”

“You’re making it really hard to hold it together,” you told him, wiping a tear away with your finger. He chuckled softly and pressed a kiss against your forehead before taking you upstairs to continue with the tour, saying he wanted to leave the backyard for last.

He took you to the master bedroom first where the two of you would sleep. Both the bedroom and the ensuite was simple and elegant, just the way you liked it. He then led you into the walk-in wardrobe with a small area specifically for you to do your hair and makeup. Like everything else, it was beautiful and perfect and tear-jerking because he just knew you all too well. The other two rooms he showed you, a bedroom for Olive and a nursery for your future child, reminded you why you fell in-love with him in the first place; his kindness, sweetness, gentleness, generosity, and paternal instincts. Before him, the only kid you loved was your sister; after him, you could add Ethan, Miles, and Stella to the list. Before him, the thought of being a mom scared you to death; after him, you wanted nothing more than to be the mother of his children.

“It’s perfect, Chris.”

“You should see the backyard,” he said and led you back downstairs.

Chris’ heart started to pound against his chest because the backyard was where everything was set up and where he was meant to propose. He was both nervous and excited because he was about to start a brand new life with the love of his life. He reached into his pocket to check the text that buzzed in his pocket five minutes ago. They were all ready, it was up to him now.

“Wait-” Chris stepped in front of you, stopping you before you moved the curtains blocking the sliding door that led to the backyard. “I just- I need you to close your eyes.” You chuckled and did as you were told, letting him take your hands. “Okay,” he moved the curtain aside and opened the door. “It’s a step here,” he told you and carefully led you. “It’s four steps here.” He glanced over his shoulder and smiled at everyone; both your friends and families that had flown in specially for the engagement. “Now open,” he said after giving Olive a thumbs up.

The song that you both loved, 'Say You Won’t Let Go’ by James Arthur came on as Chris descended to one knee in front of you. Tears welled in your eyes as you smiled at him before looking around to take in the vicinity. You’d started the day with the sun still bright in the sky and now it was slowly setting in the horizon. Fairy lights and candles lit the backyard up; rose petals scattered on the trimmed lawn; floating lanterns in the pool, all did its part to romanticize the situation. All your friends and families carried a single rose- ready to pass to you to make a bouquet- and a glass of champagne- ready to toast your new engagement.

“There are a million things I can tell you while I’m down on one knee,” Chris began and you returned your teary gaze to him; you tried not to cry at the sight of his glistening blue eyes. “But I don’t think I need to say anymore. You know better than anyone how much I love you and how ready I am to spend the rest of my life with you. So,” he took a deep breath and smiled as he lifted the lid of the box to reveal your ideal engagement ring, “Y/N Y/L/N. Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” you nodded.

The crowd behind the two of you cheered and clapped as Chris slipped the ring onto your finger. You helped him to his feet and threw your arms around him as you kissed him; he smiled against your lips. You both broke the kiss when fireworks went off, Chris laughed when you shook your head at him. He wrapped an arm around you and you leaned into him, pressing your left hand on his chest. Olive who was grinning happily at both of you, earned a smile from you and a wink from Chris. She gave both of you a thumbs up before running to join Ethan, Miles, and Stella.

“I love you,” Chris whispered into your ear.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” you smiled and kissed him again.

loniden  asked:

I think it's so weird, but interesting at the same time how you answer asks, you use such non "common" words that people would use when getting complimented and it just lightens my heart that you don't just say a simple "thank you" like I do, cause my vocabulary can't stretch that wide XD Idk (ignore me lol)

No! I’ll never ignore you. I’m not used to getting compliments so often, let alone for my own work. I think it’s important that whoever takes the time to do so should get the same treatment my work does: time, love and care. Also, in regards to vocabulary, my love of reading and writing expands it, and it’s not difficult either. I believe you come across new words and styles of writing every time you lend yourself to a world of diverse thinkers. But back to how I answer asks, I also believe ‘thank you’ does hold value, but I think expanding on that holds even more because it lets the person know you appreciate their kind words. 

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Guys, I’m so sorry about my shitty blog

I’m trying to wrap my brain around how on EARTH this musical episode could be ‘good’ in any way, shape or form.

I got nothing.  

A&E take themselves too seriously.  They don’t do Meta.  Even the Author thing – that was the closest they came to ‘meta’ and it was awful and they managed to take a dig at the fandom (No spoilers, ha-ha!) and not in a funny, self-deprecating way like SPN does.  

I can’t see how a show that takes itself as seriously can think they can pull off a musical episode and have it come off as anything other than ridiculous.  I don’t care about ‘I wanna see so and so sing’ and blah-dee-blah-dee-blah.  You know what I want?  GOOD FUCKING WRITING.  I wouldn’t care if said good fucking writing was sung, spoken, or tap-danced in morse code.  I just want something other than SHIT.  

And this musical episode will be SHIT.  Which is really not much different than the last three years, TBH.  Except it’s set to music – so it’ll be extra shitty.  

Anyone here watch This Is Us?  You know – that show is amazing.  If you’re not watching it, you need to.  It’s a hard core, tear-jerker drama that has brilliant, character-driven writing.  It’s one of the gems of this season.  

You know what else about that show?

It could pull of a musical episode in a more sincere, entertaining, and believable way than OUAT ever could.  

Chew on THAT for a moment or ten.  

rollflasher  asked:

About Boom Sonic in P2017, people seem to also ignore that his lighthearted and comedic universe doesn't fit with the main one (even with Pontaff's writing) and the game's atmosphere. Also explaining why he's there would be a mess.

Precisely.

Unfortunately given the staggeringly bad decisions SEGA tend to make regarding this series, I really wouldn’t be surprised at all if they pulled this.

If it’s true and Boom does push it’s way into Project 2017, how much do you wanna bet that when the trailer goes live on YT, the likes/dislikes bar is going to be huge on the dislikes?

Lost in Her Eyes (Jake X MC)

Title - Lost in Her Eyes (Jake X MC)
Request - “"Lost In Her Eyes” scenario in Jake’s point-of-view? Like how he felt about her and what happened between them from then to now in the story?“ - Anon
Pairing - Jake X MC
Word Count - 405


This was so much fun to write even though I mainly do these from MC’s point of view this was a nice Change of pace (and really cute) 😊❤️

She was always there for me; every moment we spent apart I longed for her presence, something I had never felt previously, and I missed staring into her eyes, deep and secretive while still open and accepting, that I could say anything and the look in her eyes was always loving, deep down at least.

I can still remember when she first walked into the cockpit of my plane, her eyes shimmering in hope and excitement, ready anything to come. That part of her, as all parts were, was especially admirable to me.

I remember finally telling her everything about me, worry shaking in my voice that I tried so hard to hold back, afraid to show weakness, and her eyes held my gaze, welcomed my plights and reassured me in the oddest of ways.

And when I nearly broke down after saying "I love you” for the first time, and she showed me the stare of a lover and a friend, a gaze of love that I not only had never seen but never even knew existed. Her eyes let me know she was sincere. Who knew sincerity could hold so much weight and be seen so easily?

I remember our first kiss and the adrenaline it gave me, a kiss like no other I had ever experienced. It wasn’t lustful or mistrustful but rather loving and passionate whilst still cautious and gentle by nature.
The way her eyes fluttered closed and her lips spoke instead, the seamless transition and flawless fluidity, it was perfect.

I remember every moment by her eyes. Her eyes were windows to her soul and could tell you all you could dream of.
Her eyes were rough and demanding.
Her eyes were gentle and patient.
Her eyes were open and wise.
Her eyes were rebellious and daring.
I never knew it to be so possible to Miss someone’s eyes. To be so deeply and hopelessly lost in her eyes.

Anonymous asked:

I wanted to write a fanfiction (with sequels) for this movie, The Secret Of Moonacre, but i realized that i was changing a lot and with a few more changes i could write an original trilogy. The problem is that the plot is still very similar, do you have any tips on how to make them even more different without changing the time or general setting too much????


Just look for little changes you can make to the overall plot. If the movie goes left, take your story right. If the movie goes up, take your story down. If the movie is blue, make your story red. Do you see what I mean? Just do something different in every aspect you can, but keep the things you want to keep–within reason. Even the stuff you want to keep can generally be changed a little bit. :)

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Have a writing question? I’d love to hear from you! Please be sure to read my ask rules and master list first or your question will not be answered. :)

anonymous asked:

how do you take your notes/what is your note taking system?

Hello! I don’t really have a system but here’s how I take my notes.

So because the professors/lecturers tend to talk fast and even if they have power points sometimes they don’t give the files to us, my notes in class are pretty much a disaster lol. They are really messy and even though I can understand them perfectly, I prefer to revise them so that things will be easier. The notes I post are the revised version.

What I do:

1. I write homework/assignments and important points/things with different colors so that they stand out. 

2. I have like a box on the bottom page where I write terms or things that I don’t understand/the things I don’t know enough about so that when I got home I can study about them.

3. When my professor/lecturer started to talk slowly/talk in-depth about a certain topic, I write them down bc usually those are the things that will show up in the tests.


and that’s basically it. I don’t really have a system so, sorry.  (´;ω;`)

writing meme!

tagged by @crucifythenburn​, thanks, love! I love filling things out, even though I think I did this before ages ago. TALKING ABOUT MYSELF??? ALWAYS

Where do you publish your work?

AO3

What medium/application/etc. do you write in or with?

I write in notebooks first, currently making my way through a beautiful moleskine notebook, captain america edition that i got for christmas :)) then i type it up in Google DOcs

Do you collaborate with others?

Only in the brainstorming phase, and then in the editing phase whilst I hold back tears

How much editing do you do before you publish?

Not NEARLY enough as I fucking should, I’m too impatient.

Do you listen to music when you write?

Yes, and I only just recently started being able to write to things with lyrics hgdfkgfdhgdfsgd they used to distract me but now they don’t. I have a weird Spotify algorithm, I’m kind of all over the place. For instance, today I wrote an assignment at work while listening to Patsy Cline and Tito Puente

How do you decide what to write about?

rofling like I fuckin CHOSE to write about gay pirates, I had no say in the matter. ummmm, I love LOVE getting prompts, or sometimes I’ll see gifs of slowed down looks and think, “boy i can’t believe the cut the scene here where they violently fucked each other, guess i gotta go in and fix that, huh”

When do you write?

I write on the train sometimes but that’s proven to just be a recipe for typos. I normally stick to the evenings on days I work, and then on my day’s off I’ll plan to start early but by the time I’m ready it’s normally like ………………………. 4pm…

How often do you write?

Depends on if I’m in the middle of something, and even then I’ll go like days at a time without doing anything because I’m terrible and crippled by self-doubt 

Do you take requests? Why/why not?

YES, do y’all realize how much ENERGY goes into just THINKING about something to write. I’ll come up with one on my own and then have to lie down for three days before I get the strength back up to write it. I can’t write every request I’m handed but, like, seriously, inbox me with something like, “what would happen if Flint drew Silver like in that scene from Titanic” and I’d be like LET’S FIND OUT BRO

Is there any genre or type of story you want to write but are hesitant to?

There are def kinks I’d want to try to write but I’m too chicken. Also I’m gonna steal Trinity’s answer and also say science fiction au, these assholes should be space pirates too

Any inspirational quotes, videos, tricks, articles, etc. that help you stay motivated?

I make the mistake of mentioning something to my friend Allie, who will then send me disappointed texts the longer I take to finish it. Plus and this will sound super duper lame, but this fandom and all the nice responses I’ve gotten to things I’ve written are like……#1 you guys are too kind and too amazing and have helped me get over a hurdle I never thought I’d jump <3

Go to page 7 of your WIP, skip to the 7th line, and share 7 sentences.

Ugh, i always get this right when I’ve finished something and don’t have anything new to share. I’ll share this, from a WIP i started months ago that I just can’t fucking figure out and maybe never will. Immortal Silver:

Silver lay flat on his back, pinned. The cook’s sword had pierced right through his breastbone, through his spine, and was now stuck in the wooden floor. He could feel his own blood trickling down his sides under his shirt. He tasted something metallic in the back of his throat. His entire world was ungodly pain.

The cook had already turned away from his, staring nervously at the door, fingers twitching around the leather scroll.

Silver waited to die. He continued to wait.

He lay there, bleeding pointedly.

Okay. So maybe that scary woman in a cage had been onto something.

Silver, you idiot. Should have asked to be impervious too.

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anonymous asked:

I feel like I am the only reader of CN that does NOT want you to update... Cause that means it's over... And I'll be sad and distraught... I love this universe you've created so much, I can't bare e thought of letting to of it. It's been, like, half a year I think, maybe a bit more(?) since you started writing it, and im just sad

Awwww, well, that is very sweet!  I love the story and the whole ‘verse.  It has been wonderful to write, in no small part because of the response.  I don’t exactly know why it seems to have struck such a chord with readers, but I will take it!  I think we are at the point in the story where I can’t keep them apart any longer, much as you all know how I like the angst and pining.  Even though I do, admittedly, enjoy that, I always want to give them their happiness at the end.  I kind of feel like I owe it to them, which sounds odd, seeing as how they are fictional characters.  

So, while the main story does have to end, I think there is a lot of room for other stories.  I don’t know how many I’ll actually get around to writing, but I think about them a lot, particularly post-CACW, though I don’t know if I want to wade into the mess that tends to come with CACW fic.  But, who knows?  Maybe one day.  Thank you again for reading.  I’m so glad you have enjoyed the journey!

anonymous asked:

How do you pronounce your new town name???

Town name: Foraoise (the Irish Gaelic word for “forest”)

I’m not good with writing out phonetic spellings (there’s probably some kind of convention but I don’t know what it is), but it’s kind of like “for-es-shuh” (here’s a link to somebody saying it if you’re really curious).

I also have a character’s name that is also Irish (and difficult to pronounce if you’re not familiar with it), Caoimhe, which is pronounced “ki-va”. 

I swear Irish words never sound like they are spelled. Even I read it incorrectly (i.e. pronouncing it as if it were English) 99% of the time.

lightning-babe  asked:

I've got a question about how you do video readings, if you don't mind me asking: do you turn the cards over and look at them for the first time as you're recording, or do you look at the cards first and write some notes, then record?

Thank you for the awesome question! When I do video readings I actually shuffle as I describe the spread and then turn them up as I go. This way I make sure all of my impressions are recorded - nothing is lost that way. Even if I say something throw away that doesn’t seem significant to me, it might be really significant to my client. This was the problem I was having with written readings - I was self editing too much. I think it’s valid either way tho, especially if you need a moment to gather your thoughts before you speak. I’m very much the kind of person who learns from what I say, not so much says what I have learned, if you get my meaning. I talk first and think later. Xoxoxoxox

anonymous asked:

You looks like you read a lot of fic! Did you ever read really bad ones? Care to share? :)

Hello Nonnie!

I’m sorry to disappoint you, but you are not on the right blog for that. I DO read a lot (we are talking thousands and thousands and thousands fanfics in many many fandoms at this point), so of course I’ve read fic in which the characterization, the writing style or the story was not to my tastes. But I will never share them or mock them, I just accept that this is not my tastes and close it.

I know the time, the efforts, the stress writing asks of a person, and how much of yourself you have to inject in even the shortest OS. Every authors has created something new, something that never existed before them, and I will always respect their work, no matter my opinion on it.

So, I don’t do fanfic bashing or leave bad comments (even constructives ones, with advices, except if the author explicitely asked for it).

All the people you can find online write for fun, to please their friends/followers, to heal themselves or to get out of their head for awhile. None of them are paid for this, and the pressure of fanfic bashing can be so damaging, it always makes me sad :/

Thank you for your message anyway!!

Better than expected

Originally posted by sneezes

Genre: Fluff

Member/Group: Vernon/Seventeen

Warnings: None

Request:

Summary: You were always afraid of thunderstorms and Vernon knew. Being the stubborn person you are, you didn’t tell that you were scared when a thunderstorm came around. He knew that you were lying to him and he surprised you at your house to make you feel better again.

A/N: Sorry for taking so long to write this. Because of school I basically had no spare time, but now that I have holidays I might get around to write something again.


The weekend finally came after a long and hard week at school. You planned to relax at home with a movie while doing your nails, because you were supposed to meet up with Vernon the next day. When the evening finally came and you started to prepare everything for your homemade spa day, you noticed how it started raining outside. You started hoping that it wouldn’t turn into a storm, because that was one of the things that you feared.

About half an hour into the film, you suddenly saw a big flash on the outside and right after that there was the thunder that you hoped wouldn’t come. You turned off the movie and made your way to bed. When you brushed your teeth, and changed into your pyjamas you wished to fall asleep fast. When you laid in bed and were cuddled into your blankets, the next thunder came. You tried to cuddle yourself even more into your blankets, when your phone started to ring. You wanted to ignore it, but you still took it when you saw the caller id. ‘’Hello, sweetheart! I know you’re scared of thunder, so I wanted to check if you are alright.’’, I heard when I picked up the phone. ‘’I’m alright. You shouldn’t worry about me.’’, I said and tried to sound happy, so that Hansol wouldn’t worry and use his free time to relax. Then he just said that it’s good that I’m not as scared and we said our goodbyes.

10 to 15 minutes later, my doorbell rang and to be honest I didn’t even want to think about getting out of bed, but I did it anyway. When I walked downstairs another thunder hit and I got scared and almost fell down the last couple of stairs. Thankfully, I made it down the stairs without any other thunder. I opened the door and already started to apologize about taking so long to open the door. When I looked at up to see who made me get out of bed at this hour, I see my boyfriend. ‘’Why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be home and sleep or something?’’, I ask while hugging him, because deep down I’m thankful for him being here. ‘’I can’t possibly let my girlfriend be alone when she’s scared and can’t sleep because of it.’’ I just continued to hug him, because honestly, I knew that I couldn’t thank him enough for being here.