how does he stay so positive

- Draco scrubs the skin on his arm viciously every time he showers. The skin is always red and marked by scratches. He tries so hard to get the mark off of him. He wants to feel clean again.
- George can’t look in the mirror anymore. Not without remembering Fred. He smashes all mirrors in their home. He cuts his hair, he dyes it.
- Neville sees Nagini in his dreams. But in his dreams it reaches Ron and Hermione before he does.
- Harry has multiple wands all around his house hidden in places that only he knows. Beneath his pillow, beneath his bed, under the couch. Just in case.
- Hermione’s boggart is no longer failure.
- Draco and Blaise are afraid of fire.
- Someone accidentally calls George “Fred” once. No one knows who starts crying first.
- Headmistress Miverna Mcgonagall is fierce, powerful and kind. All first years are intimidated and amazed, she seems untouchable. However some nights she roams the school hallways and remembers every student she lost, every life that got taken away too soon, every soul that left them too early.
- Harry suddenly can’t stay in very small rooms. He feels trapped, his throat starts convulsing and his eyes sting.
- Hagrid still feels the weight of what he thought was Harry’s corpse in his hands. It haunts him.
- Hermione, Ron and Harry had gotten so used to spending months having one small meal per day that sometimes they forget they’re supposed to eat.
- Harry rolls in his sleep once and hits his forehead against the night stand on accident, when he wakes up with pain on his forehead his heart sinks and his whole body freezes. It isn’t until he sees the bruise that he’s able to calm down. Because Voldemort isn’t back.
- Ron dreams that he’s back in their tent, traveling and hiding, he’s changing the radio stations and he hears Ginny’s names as one of the victims.
- Molly always has “where’s Fred?” on the tip of her tongue, at all times.
- Harry spends the year post-war discovering who he is, what he loves, other than the Boy-who-lived and the Savior-of-the-Wizarding-World. Because there are things he never had time to think about, never had time to experiment, never had time to experience. Sometimes he wonders if coming back had been the right choice, because it hurt so bad on some days that he couldn’t take it.
- When Teddy is sad or scared and he’s crying, Harry tells him stories and shows him pictures of his parents, it’s then and only then that he calms down and his hair goes back to normal.
- Harry pulls back to himself when the date of his death nears every year, his friends do everything in their power to bring him out of it.
- Draco and Harry have talks about the war some nights, both saw what Voldemort was capable of, Harry in his dreams, Draco in his home. Both understand.
- Luna is quirkier and weirder than ever before. She always does everything in her power to lighten up the mood in the room when the silence is bitter and mournful. It’s like she can’t stop shifting and smiling and nervously twitching and saying random facts about things no one has heard of before. Everyone knows it’s her way of coping, of staying positive. So no one minds. It’s comforting.
- Harry gets the sudden desire to travel all over the world. Sometimes Ron and Hermione come with him, others he goes alone, once Neville joins him. Draco does too.
- Draco starts writing, he writes thousands of words on some nights and none on others. He’s good at it, too.
- Harry always, without fail, looks for Sirius’ constellation. He visits his grave too, tells him how things are going in his life, how he’s coping, how he isn’t.
- Hermione getting a tattoo of blooming pastel flowers on top of her “mudblood” scar, because she’s alive, many her friends are alive and she wants to remember that.

And maybe not all is well, maybe they have scars time cannot erase, but they’re together, their hearts are still beating, so it’ll be okay. They’re going to be okay.

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my favorite thing about byun baekhyun (birthday series):

i love how much of a bright person he is. like his super power, he’s like the light. he takes care of fans by giving great fanservice and takes so much initiative around his members in all that he does to show care and concern for them. his kindness makes him glow, almost like an angel with a halo above his head~ but to me, he really just is an angel. a perfectly imperfect one.” - @baehkkyun

“i like that baekhyun is so hardworking. he thinks about his fans and communicates with them. i like how he interacts with the other exo members and how he takes care of them. and how he always tries to stay positive/bright and cheer people up. i just feel happy when i look at him. he’s like a ray of sunshine.” - @wuboxian

Childhood friend [Derek Hale x Reader]

Requested: no

Summary: (Y/N) is Derek’s childhood friend and each thought the other died in the Hale house fire until (Y/N) comes back to Beacon Hills. The pair bond again and fall in love with each other. They keep their secrets from each other until (Y/N) finds something that reveals more than one secret…

Warning: None, just fluff

Word count: 2006

Originally posted by iminlovewithderekhale

You entered the town of Beacon Hills for the first time in a long time. The last time you had been here, the Hale House was still standing and your best friend was still alive. You missed the Hales when you were turned into a werewolf and your family disowned you Talia Hale was the first to help you. She taught you how to control your werewolf abilities and acted like you were one of her own children. Slowly, Talia had introduced you to her family, starting with her son that was your age, Derek Hale. You and Derek grew close and, not long after meeting, you became inseparable, best friends. One day, Talia had sent you to go shopping and when you came home to the mansion, all you saw was smoke. You had scavenged the ruins, looking for any sign of a Hale being alive without success. All you saw were bones, unable to distinguish whose bones they belonged to. You counted the bodies. Eight meaning that three Hales were still alive. You hoped that Derek was amongst them but, chances were, he was dead.

Now, you were standing where you had stood many years ago. The Hale House ruins. You were surprised that untouched. It seemed that no had entered it since you did. You shed a tear as all the memories came rushing back, you and Derek sitting on the couch, watching a movie. You and Derek fighting over who got the last piece of pizza. The memories were too much. You dropped to the ground, on your knees and sobbed.

You had been crying for a few minutes now, memories still popping up in your head when a memory you had willed yourself to forget came up.

“(Y/N)! Come here!” A young Derek called for you.

“What is it Der?” You asked rushing towards him, intrigued.

“Look over here.” He said, pointing to a small ditch, “Go grab two objects, one thing you that anyone would think you’d like and one that means a lot to you. I’ll do the same and we’ll meet back here in twenty minutes.” You were confused but did as he said anyways. You both ran off to the house to get the items.

Twenty minutes later, you dashed back to the spot and saw Derek standing there, waiting for you.

“I’ve got the stuff!” You grinned, holding a necklace that Derek had given you and a picture of your parents.

He smiled widely back at you, a big brown box in his hand, “We’re going to put both items in the box and, if one of us has disappeared. Then, we check here. If the box is empty of the object that we love, that means we’re safe. Otherwise…” he drifted off. “Anyways, place your things in the box.” He pushed the box towards you. You carefully put both things there. Afterwards, Derek placed a book that you had given him on your friendship anniversary and a small ring. To anybody, it was just a normal ring but, secretly it was a ring that Kate Argent had given him during their relationship. Just to make sure you told each other which object was the one we loved and which was the one we were expected to love. Then, Derek placed a bunch of other stuff in the box.

You had buried it deep and, when you were done, Derek shot you a heart-warming smile.

The memory faded but Derek’s smile was engraved in your brain. Tears trailed down your face. At that time, you were too overwhelmed with grief to remember to take the necklace. It was time, you would know for sure if Derek Hale was alive. Slowly, you headed to the hiding place, hope building in your chest at the chance of Derek being alive.

You stopped at the place where the box should be buried. You dropped to your knees, eager to know the truth. You summoned your werewolf abilities to be able to dig deeper and faster.

You only stopped when the brown box was in your hand. Without hesitation, you opened the it. You lifted the lid, not knowing what to expect. There was a brown plate of wood over the objects. You were about to remove it from the box when you heard a voice clear behind you. Slowly, you turned around and saw a group of teenagers. You looked at the one in the middle, you immediately smelled that he was a True Alpha. You had heard of him, he and his friends had defeated the Alpha pack amongst other beasts. You took the cluster of teens. A banshee, a kitsune, a werecoyote and a few werewolves. You were surprised at the odd bunch but made no comment.

They had been silent during all this time when the strawberry blond banshee spoke, “What are you doing here? Who are you?”

“I was looking for a sign that my friend didn’t die.” You replied.

“How were you going to discover that?” the only human of the group asked.

“With this box, it contains objects that will tell me if he’s alive or not, if he survived the fire.”

The True Alpha took a step closer and questioned, “Which fire?”

You pointed at what remained of the Hale house. “I have been waiting a long time to know the truth. I need to know if he’s alive.” You looked down at the box in your hands.

A voice from an unseen person answered, “Trust me (Y/N), he’s alive.”

The teens moved away from the voice and revealed a man with black hair and blue-green eyes. You brought your eyes up to meet his. At that sight, a smiled grew on your face matching the one his. You sprinted over and jumped on him, engulfing him in a powerful hug. Almost instantly, his arms were around your waist.

You buried your head in his neck and whispered, “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, (Y/N).” he replied.

You stayed in that position for a few minutes until you unwrapped your arms from him and, once on the ground, you smiled, “Come on Der, we’ve got to catch up.”

He smiled back at you, grabbing your hand and taking you back to his apartment.

Once you left, the human, who you would discover was called Stiles, exclaimed, “Oh my God! I saw the one and only sourwolf, Derek Hale, smile and hug someone! Who is she and how does she have that effect on him?”

“Her name is (Y/N) (L/N) and, according to Talia Hale, she is Derek’s unknown mate.” Peter Hale told them, making Stiles jump, startled.

It had been a week since you had come back to Beacon Hills and Derek had caught you up to everything, what had happened since you had left. Who the group of adolescents were. Everything. It turns out that you had missed out on a lot of things since you had left.

Over the next few weeks, you and Derek had bonded to become as close as you had once been. The whole pack could see how Derek’s face lit up when he saw you or how he smiled a lot more now. The pack had also warmed up to you, especially Liam. The young Beta reminded you of a younger Derek.

After a few months, every time you looked at Derek, you felt butterflies flutter in you stomach. You knew this feeling, you hadn’t felt it before but you knew what it was: you were falling in love with Derek Hale. Little did you know, he felt the same.

One day, you were helping Derek clear extra room full of boxes for you to move in when you saw a small box. Inside was letter with your name written on the front. You opened the sealed envelope, unfolded the piece of paper and read.  

Dear (Y/N),

If you are in possession of this letter, it means that I am dead. It may be a month later or 15 years later since my demise but, as long you are holding this letter in your hands it means that my son Derek is alive and that you have reunited with him. I have left this letter in his room and got it enchanted to make it impossible to destroy until read.

What I am about to tell you will be hard to hear. But I need you to read through this. The truth is that you are not only here because your parents rejected you. I was the one who turned you. I did have a reason for my actions. Derek was highly impressionable and Peter was using it against him. Making him do things that are not for his path. Peter was always manipulative but I want Derek to be the Alpha after me. To end his control over Derek, I had to find someone for him, his mate. A werewolf mother always knows who is their child’s mate and when I saw you, I knew you were Derek’s. You were my only hope but you were not a werewolf. The only way for the mate bond to work, I had to turn you. I’m sorry for you to discover this now, when I am dead. But it is too late I can’t do anything about it.

I’m sorry (Y/N), Talia Hale.

You were shocked. You had looked up to Talia as a child because she was a strong and loving parent. Knowing she turned you on purpose changed everything. You sat down against the wall, staring at the paper in your hand, thoughts swimming in your mind. Your eyes scanned the paper repeatedly, looking for something that you had missed before with no success.

You had not moved for ten minutes and Derek had started to worry, he walked in the room, and saw you with tear strained eyes in the exact same place as before. He rushed over to you, asking what the problem was. You hiccupped slightly, trying talk in vain. You merely showed him the letter. He took it in his hand and browsed the sheet.

When he finished reading, he looked and took your face in his hands, “I am so sorry (Y/N), this is all my fault.” He said, guilt written all over his face.

“It’s fine Der, it wasn’t your fault.” You smiled slightly.

“You’re wrong, it is completely my fault!” he stared at the ground.

“At least it allowed me to meet the guy of my dreams.” You told him, cupping his face and leveling his eyes with yours, “Read the letter again Derek. She chose me because you’re my mate, she wasn’t wrong.” You laughed softly.

You placed your lips over his. He immediately responded to your action by kissing you back. Your lips molded together passionately. He placed his hands around your waist while yours remained unmoving on his cheeks. To you, the kiss lasted forever but, it only lasted a few seconds. It was the best kiss you ever had. You both felt fireworks explode in your stomachs, your lips burning and your hands tingling. A kiss with a mate really was powerful, you could feel it now. You pulled away from each other. Your breath erratic, your foreheads rested against each other. Derek grinned at you and you beamed back.

“I love you” he whispered.

“I love you too Der.” You replied.

Little did you know the whole pack was watching this moment. Hoping to find a love like yours: pure and loyal. Their existence was only made aware when a very excited Stiles exclaimed, “It’s about time!” followed by the rest of the pack laughing.

You both turned your heads towards the sound and looked at the bundle of teenagers in front of you. You let out a short giggle while Derek glared at Stiles, mad at him interrupting your moment. Seeing this look Stiles bolted and Derek turned back to you, pressing his lips against yours once again.

It’s a short little thing that I hoped included all that you have mentioned. Thank you for sending your prompt in and sorry it took such a long time for me to get this up! Hopefully you will have a fun time reading. Thank you and enjoy!


You are currently lounging on the sofa, surfing through channels, making sure your foot is still propped up nicely atop the coffee table. You had unfortunately sprained it in your haste to get out of the tricky situation you had landed yourself in earlier. So now, here you are, resting and bored out of your mind. Just as you are about to switch the television off, Damian walks in to the room. He pauses briefly by the door before walking over to you.

You scoot over slightly to give him some space and without even asking him, Damian climbs on to the sofa and sits closely beside you. He reaches for the remote control from you and changes the channel to his favourite channel. Shrugging your shoulders, you simply lean back and enjoy watching whatever it is Damian has picked.

Damian and you have a rather strange relationship – it went from the two of you being just acquaintances to simply more than that and now he deems you as a parent figure, often coming to you with whatever worries he has that he will never talk with his family. It is safe to say that he confides in you a lot so much so, his family simply got curious about you and long story short, you have now been included in their circle. This is partly the reason why you are able to lounge in this living room with a television that has access to almost every channels in the world.

It does not take long for Damian to curl up beside you. This is a habit that he has recently started developing, not that you are complaining because you are always up for some snuggling time. You don’t know how long the both of you stayed quiet and in that position because the next time you opened your eyes, Dick has just switched the television off.

“I fell asleep.” You murmur to no one in particular and Dick nods his head, a small smile playing on his face. You blink the sleep away from your eyes a couple of times before raising one of your eyebrows at him. “What is that smile for, Grayson?” You glance beside you and Damian is now sprawled over one of the sofas, snoring lightly.

Dick shakes his head, that knowing smile on his face is still ever present. “Am I not allowed to smile?” He asks as he leans against the sofa you are sitting on. You look at him suspiciously. Dick chuckles before moving around to sit beside you. “Thought you looked comfortable with Damian earlier.” He replies.

To be honest, Dick thought more than just that. Apparently he had been staring at the both of you for far too long that Tim literally had to poke him in the side to stop him from smiling too widely. “You’re so whipped it’s not even funny.” Tim commented off-handedly before leaving Dick in his epiphany.

That is probably one of the reasons why Dick is so able to tolerate despite you being the opposite of what he is. He has feelings for you and having realized that just a good few minutes ago really blew his mind.

You shrug your shoulders before slowly moving your leg – leaving it in the same position for the past few hours have made your foot numb and you wince. You are probably going to have a harder time to get to the room you are staying in now.

Dick continues to look at you.

“Is there something on my face, Grayson? I can feel you undressing me.” You turn to look over at Dick who smirks at your words. “You are not very subtle, you know.”

Dick leans closer to you. “Who said I was trying to be?”

Laughing, you push him away slightly before leaning against the sofa once more. You pull your leg away from the table before scooting back so that you can rest both of your feet on Dick’s lap. Dick stares at your feet, chuckling and he simply lets you be like that for the next hour.

OTP Important Questions #2  Tianshan

                   Sleeping Edition

1) Who falls asleep on the other and has to be carried to bed?

Mo Guanshan. Just because he works too much for his own good and also has to cook for a certain blackhaired loser who finds it amusing to carry his k.o-ed Mountain to bed.

2) Who goes to sleep at a normal time and who loves to stay up late?

Mo Guanshan is going to bed early to not keel over in front of his hated husband. He absolutely does not want to look weak in front of He Tian. Satan on the other hand stays up until 4 A.M. because he can’t sleep or is busy with illegal (joke. …perhaps.) work.

3) Who slips into bed at two in the morning and immediately gets wrapped in a hug and not let go.

Obviously He Tian. He tries not to wake Mo Guanshan and the redhead knows that it’s one of those days where the other cannot find peace of mind. So he just shows affection by turning towards He Tian and snuggle closer.

4) How does your OTP sleep? What position(s) are the comfiest?

He Tian is clingy. Tall and badass and evil as fuck, but clingy. Mo Guanshan has a hard time to get him off or to scramble himself out of the other’s (admittedly strong) arm. He mostly fails.

5) Who wakes up during a thunderstorm?

He Tian. He is on alert 24/7 and even the slightest sound leaves him with ears and eyes wide open. (Exception: Mo Guanshan’s quiet snoring, he has adjusted to that and somehow, his body knows when it’s just the redhead.) But everything else, nope. He hears everything.

6) Who wakes the other up so they can be wrapped up in a hug again?

Nobody. He Tian just wraps an arm around the other and lets Mo Guanshan sleep and vice versa. Although Mo Guanshan sometimes wants to hit the other in the jaw for being too intrusive. Wouldn’t admit that he likes it, tho.

7) Who sneaks out to get a midnight snack?

Fucking He Tian. Would be canon if there was any food in the fridge to begin with.

8) Who starts flipping out because oh my god someone’s in the kitchen? What do they do? (Bonus points if they end up hurting the other person and have to patch them up from a defense attack)

Poor, poor Mo Guanshan. He is too tired and done and nervous to notice that there was only one person who would rummage through the fridge at such an hour. He even tells the empty spot next to him “Whoever this bastard is… Can’t be worse than you.” Then he sneaks into the pitch-black kitchen, hears soft sounds of a bag in front of the oven and….smashes a shoe against He Tian’s head. Who just stays silent for a few seconds until his evil, cruel voice says “I’m impressed that you still want to kill me, Mountain. Next time, use a knife or the vase or something.”
Mo Guanshan never does it again.

9) Do they sit in the living room and start a movie and eat snacks or go back to bed and cuddle back to sleep.

After He Tian turns on the light, he smirks and takes a step towards the shaking redhead. Mo Guanshan’s eyes are wide, he’s definetely awake now and he slightly flinches but only gets pulled into a kiss. After Mo Guanshan hesitantly apologizes with a face as red as a tomato, He Tian laughs softly, decides that his snack can wait and gently pulls him back to the bedroom.

10) Who wakes up first and starts coffee/breakfast and who lays in bed as long as possible to grumble and complain?

Mo Guanshan is the only one in the household who can make breakfast without inventing a weapon of mass destruction, so he gets up to a normal time. He Tian is awake during the night due to his paranoia, he sleeps very badly most of the time and the redhead lets him stay in bed a little longer. “The dumbass would fucking die if I’d set the alarm on the time when I have to get up! Tch, useless idiot.” He secretly loves this idiot more than anything else and guess what, He Tian knows it.

“I’m Sorry, Baby”

In which Phil gets upset with a little Dan.

genre(s): angst, fluff | ship: phan | hcs: daddy!phil, little!dan | wc: 1.8k | tws: uhhh some angst, nothing too serious.

           Phil had been busy lately. For the past two weeks, he had been working nonstop on a special project, spending most of day in the editing room; and Dan was getting on his nerves. Dan was extremely clingy as of late. Phil knew he was partly to blame for this; he hadn’t been able to pay Dan much, if any attention. Not to mention, Dan was a little, and being put under stress only made him more likely to regress. His not being able to have Phil’s attention worried him, and every day he found himself closer and closer to slipping into little space. He held off, though, trying his best not to bother his daddy. He just wanted to be a good boy; the angel he always was for Phil.

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Carry on

Pairing: Carl x reader

A/N- This is inspired by the song carry on by Fun. Please don’t hate me after this. It’s my first time writing like this! Oh yeah and it’s my first Shameless piece so if you like it and think I should do more tell me!


If you’re lost and alone
Or you’re sinking like a stone.
Carry on.
May your past be the sound
Of your feet upon the ground.
Carry on.

Tough. The word everyone thinks when you hear the name Carl Gallagher. But I know that’s not all he is. Considering I have known him my whole life. Yes, he is tough, but he is so much more than that.

“(Y/N) wanna come over after school?” Carl asks while he lays his head on the locker next to mine. “Yeah of course!” I say as Carl puts his arm around my waist and we walk to class. Well more like I walk to class but Carl just walks past the room and out of the doors.
After school I wait for Carl to meet me at our usual place— by the front steps— , but he never comes. I figure that he never came back to school so, I just walk over to his house.
When I walk in I see Monica sleeping on the couch. Monica never liked me but I never liked her so I guess it’s a hate-Hate situation.
Up the stairs I go and into Carl’s room and, see him laying on his bed just starring at the ceiling. “So, I see Monica’s back. How long do you think she is going to stay this time ?” I ask him while i climb into the bed with him.
“I hope only for a day. But, most likely until she steals something or finds something better to do.” He says with a slight frown on his face and, a sad look in his eyes.
He holds me tighter to his chest and cuddles me into his chest. “How long has she been here?” I ask looking up at him. “Not long she was here when I got home. I tried to get her up but she wouldn’t so I just gave up.” He sighs.
“It’s cool. Just carry on. Act like she isn’t even there. To try and soften the blow when she does leave.” I suggest lightly.
“you know what would make it even better? If you stayed with me.” Carl said smirking.
“I will stay with you but, not in the way you are suggesting” I chuckle.
“Works for me!” He says. Then he positions himself to where his head is laying on my chest and he is holding me like a 3 year old would hold a teddy.
I don’t know how carl can be so cool with his parents just in and out how they are. So, Yeah he is tough but sometimes I can tell it gets to him. But sometimes you just have to carry on.

Quotes from conversations about LazyTown I had with my friend who doesn’t watch it

  • “So they don’t ever recognize Robbie?”
  • “Did he really have to do a split?”
  • “I don’t know how to spell his name so I just call him Ibuprofen.”
  • “Is…is Sportacus okay?”
  • “I actually want to see him in jorts.”
  • “Robbie is my kind of sugar daddy.”
  • “Out of the many Lazy Town pieces I’ve seen, the stuff you create and inspire are all that has managed to get me to ship Rob and Sporty.”
  • “He is awful. I love him. Who is Stingy?”
  • “Robbie is much too handsome.”
  • “Where do you keep finding these men?”
  • “I hope his shoes are wooden.”
  • “He just looks very Polka right now.”
  • “Are you actually into ventriloquism?”
  • “All I see from the middle photo is the mayor has a foot fetish.”
  • “I’m not fully sure what he’s selling but I’ll take it.”
  • “The life of an elf is hard.”
  • “She’s surrounded by puppets and green people.”
  • “Why is his chair made of Elmo?”
  • “They are in perfect DILF range.”
  • “I kept picturing Santa elves despite him being six feet tall.”
  • “Breast reduction?”
  • “I feel a slight tragedy coming on.”
  • “I can’t unsee Sportacus as Elsa now.”
  • ”Are those his natural ears!?”
  • “Why is he so uncomfortable?”
  • “He is oddly calm for thinking he decapitated a guy.”
  • “I worry about Sport.”
  • “I’m positive the black kid went on to be in Overwatch.”
  • “How does anyone keep such a perfect resting bitchface?”
  • “Just when it seemed normal, he jumped ten feet in the air to do a split, and was caught by Stingy.”
  • “All it tells me is that his crotch is stuck to his thigh.”
  • “If this is my nightmare, I hope I stay asleep.”
  • “Is this a kidnapping?”
  • “You need to not go skiing.”
  • “What is a black market hospital?”
  • “Now I fully believe your Carnie theory.”
  • “Isn’t the first thing how you kill people?”
  • “That motherfucker.”

And finally

  • “I’m not even sure what to think of this show. It sounds way greater than it should be.”
A Misunderstanding (part one)

PART TWO

Pairing: You x Jimin

Summary: Your best friend Yoongi finally got you to expose your crush on Jimin and now he’s determined to play matchmaker but you aren’t having any of it - not until Jimin starts believing you hate him.

Genre: ANGST 

Word Count: 2336

Authors Note: so it’s been awhile since I’ve written anything because of school and work but I’m back now! Hooray! Also, feel free to send in requests!

Originally posted by gotjhope


[text message received at 6:43pm from Min Yoongi] “come over”

[text message sent at 6:45pm from you] “no”

[text message received at 6:45pm from Min Yoongi] “jimin is here”

[text message sent at 6:46pm from you] “That is exactly why I’m not coming”

Instead of a the buzz of a text message notification, the ring of a phone call played through your phone. You looked at who was calling and wasn’t surprised to see Yoongi’s name. You sighed and reluctantly answered, “I’m not coming over, Yoongi.”

“Don’t lie to me Y/N. You want to.” Yoongi demanded. “No. Ever since I let my crush on him slip you won’t stop insisting I come over.” He had done this regularly for the past few weeks and it was beginning to become tiring. “Stop trying to get us together.” You added, peeking around the corner to see if your roommate Sunyoung was anywhere near. She fed off gossip and if she overheard she wouldn’t be able to keep her mouth shut about it. “I knew you had a crush on him forever. You only confirmed it.” He insisted and you rolled your eyes. “Don’t lie, Yoongi. No you didn’t.” How could he? It wasn’t like you were obvious or anything.

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A feminist defense of the animated Belle (warning: long)

Ah, Belle. She’s one of the universal favorites of all the Disney princesses and possibly my own personal favorite, hard though it is to choose. She was the first Disney heroine whose screenplay was written by a woman, Linda Woolverton, and has been widely acclaimed as “Disney’s first feminist heroine” (or at least the second, if you count Ariel as the first). Yet as with every Disney heroine, plenty of feminists over the years have disdained and lambasted her. The publicity surrounding the live-action remake seems to have enhanced the criticisms of the original: Emma Watson, Bill Condon, Jacqueline Durran, et al, have all made a real effort to make their version of Belle a more “empowered” and “modern” heroine than the original and emphasized this fact in all their interviews. This is all well and good, but in response, too many people are now claiming that the original Belle was never “really” strong, smart or interesting and that Watson’s Belle is superior in every way. Having grown up loving the original Belle, and knowing about the tireless efforts that Linda Woolverton, lyricist Howard Ashman, storyboard artist/writer Brenda Chapman, and others put into making her a strong, empowered character, I can’t possibly agree with the criticisms. They make some valid points, but on the whole they range from half-truths to total nonsense!

So here’s my feminist defense of the original, animated Belle. I don’t address every complaint I’ve ever read about the character, only the complaints about feminist issues. For example, I don’t address the common claim that she’s “a snob,” because that gripe has nothing to do with gender roles. But even with this narrow focus, be warned: this defense is long, because I’ve read a lot of complaints over the years and I have no shortage of opinions about them.

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Fuuuck bosses. Fuck inappropriate, immature bosses. Don’t touch or threaten your employees.

One day at work I was on the phone with a customer, and it was a complaint so I was really trying to listen to what the problem was. I’m not sure if my boss knew I was on the phone or not?? should’ve been obvious but idk, but he decided to start showing and telling me something on his phone anyway, some kind of carpentry that he did at the other location of this restaurant. I didn’t want to be rude and he seemed proud so I tried to listen to him too whilst trying to deal with this customer; a mistake because I couldn’t focus on either one of them. My boss I guess figured I wasn’t completely invested in w/e he was showing me so I guess he got mad/offended? Aaand he pinched me… he pinched me kinda hard for a few seconds on my arm and walked away…?? Yeah. And I think this is going to seem like a small thing to people, but no?? It’s the principle of the thing. First of all, I didn’t deserve that. One, I was on the fucking store phone. Two, pinching me just for not paying my full attention to something that had nothing to do with my work and was actually taking me away from my work?? Second of all, that is totally fucking inappropriate behavior??! You don’t fucking touch your employees, and you especially don’t do it to reprimand them PHYSICALLY!!! Especially for something that had nothing to do with the fucking job, what the fuck? I hope it’s not just me…what the fuck, right?

It may seem like “just a little pinch” to people still, but it also REALLY bothers and upsets me because I have a long history of being physically harmed by people for no good/justified (abuse and shit ya know). That has acually affected me mentally, so now whenever someone does physically harm me on purpose it really fucks me up mentally even if it’s something as small as a pinch. So this thing is like triply fucked up for me.

My boss even kind of threatened me (with pinching again, but it’s still physically threatening me) for saying I couldn’t do inventory for the whole store when I’m confined to only one space (I have a position and have to stay there, so how the fuck am I supposed to do shit in other parts of the store???). He thinks it’s no big deal, bc it’s just a pinch I guess, but you. don’t. do. that. to. your. employees???? I told him he won’t because that’s inappropriate workplace behavior and he said something basically like he breaks the rules anyway so…???. And I’m just like??? What the actual fuck??? It’s not just me, right? This is fundamentally fucked up right? Don’t touch your employees! Don’t physically reprimand your employees! Don’t threaten your employees! Don’t threaten your employees with physical harm!

Laurent and the Regent. I have to talk about this one here.

Do you think 13-year-old Laurent had feelings for the Regent? Do you think he had feelings for him like Aimeric did, like Nicaise did? Because… hear me out…

That “…” here?  Was it something like “after everything that had happened between us” and then half way through these words he understands that this “everything” is not some memory that the Regent keeps dear to his heart, it’s a nuisance, a handicap. While to Laurent it’s something different still. Something like “maybe he won’t kill me, because of what we were to each other once.”

And then there’s this:

He’s talking about himself here. The long silence? Was he going to say “Like me” but thought against it? Because he ALSO did not think he could hurt him. Was Nicaise smarter even than Laurent, who still thought his uncle wouldn’t kill him, but would like to keep him around?

 Do you think in his early years Laurent had to live through losing his mother, his beloved brother, his father, and then through being abandoned and replaced by the last person he dared to still trust and open up to? Do you think this is what was going through his head when he did not want to be there when Damen was supposed to leave Ravenel after their first night together and he wasn’t supposed to ever see him again? He just ran away so that he won’t have to watch Damen abandoning him, like everybody else in his life did. God, how much did it hurt to know that the person you love would leave in the morning and wouldn’t come back, and it’s the last time you get to be close to him? What did he have to step on inside his head to gather the strength to ask him to stay?

I bet this is why he was so hello-lover-pissed at him at KR, too. He had this idea in his head that even if he DOES see Damen after Ravenel, it’s when he’s king Damianos again, and they will be in “every man for himself” position, all political, not necessarily on the same side anymore, and that Damen would go back to his way of life, and his kingdom, and his bed slaves, while Laurent would be abandoned, and forgotten, and unwanted again. And there he was, mighty king Damianos (pissed after the Charcy incident), representing everything Laurent was afraid of.

anonymous asked:

Neurological anon here, dealing with epilepsy is very difficult for every one involved. So perhaps you could do an Inquisitor with that? It's a very scary disorder, especially if you've never witnessed someone have a "fit" before.

Cassandra: The first time the Inquisitor lapses into a seizure the Seeker immediately thinks they are injured. She draws her weapon immediately and covers them, alert for both the enemy and the injury, and is more than a little disconcerted to see neither. Her mind flashes to poison or an issue with the anchor, and it is likely that she will not have struck onto the true cause by the time the Inquisitor comes to and is able to rest and recover enough to offer an explanation. 

But once everything is explained settled Cassandra is able to handle things fairly practically. She makes sure that potions that help control symptons and seizures are always within reach, and that no scouting party goes out with some on hand.

Solas: Among the elvhen seizures may not have been as prevalent, but that does not mean the mage is unable to react appropriately. Magical interference can overwhelm a mind already struggling with too many impulses and so instead he trains the Inner Circle on how to use the recovery position and ensure the airway stays clear. He is clinical in his methodology but never uncaring– and it helps preserve the Inquisitor’s dignity and privacy where possible.

Varric: Like Cassandra, the first time Varric sees the Inquisitor go into a full blown seizure it’s more than a little unnerving. And more than that he feels helpless during the entire process, which is not a feeling that the author enjoys. So when everything has passed and they have some distance from the initial incident Varric sits them down and presents his list of questions.

And like the dwarf himself, the questions are both practical and focus on the dramatic. But unlike his writings, Varric sticks with the absolute truth in his notes. And later he writes up a very detailed and yet easy to understand guide to distributed through out the Inquisition. Essentially a first aid pamphlet it ensures that anyone working with the Herald knows what to do and when.

Vivienne: A lauded healer in her own write, Madame de Fer is perhaps one of the calmest party members when she first witnesses a seizure. Without prompting or fuss she gets them onto their side and loosens armor or clothing around their neck and waist. Her confident demeanor soothes others around them, and by the time the confusion and exhuastion have passed a potentially terrifying moment is turned into only a slight delay.

Later, when they return to Skyhold, she will work with them to refine a daily smaller dose potion that will allow them to have more consistent symptom control. She also works with Varric to ensure his pamphlet is trustworthy.

Blackwall: He’s seen seizure often enough, though in truth they’re usually on the battlefield after injury or the extreme stress of fighting and grief. But a seizure disorder is new to him, and a little discomforting. But he learns quickly enough, and his quick reflexes often have him in charge of the ‘hug and lower’ stage of seizure treatments in the field. After Revelations he will be honored by words if they still let him help them, and never shirks his duty.

Sera: Perhaps one of her least favorite elements of the entire seizure business is that she can’t stick an arrow in it, but that does not make the resident Red Jenny any less determined to help the Inquisitor whenever possible. Highly observant by nature she learns the tells and signs that warn of an impending episode, and can sometimes even alert the inquisitor before their aura’s kick in. She is also the first to volunteer for potion carrying duty- being used to hauling around glass bottles as needed- and is faithful in always having what they need on hand.

And woe betide any who mock the Inquisitor for their condition. Because arrows do work on them.

Iron Bull: Seizures are not unheard of among the qunari, though most who live with frequent spells are often chosen for duties that are behind desks rather than among the fighting. Still Ben Hassrath are trained to spot and respond to many things, and along with Blackwall he is often the first to catch and position the Inquisitor during episodes. He also places himself in charge of post-seizure morale, especially if the Inquisitor is embarassed or ashamed afterwards, and his list of puns is both varied and ep-lectic.

No, he’s not sorry.

Dorian: One of the worst symptoms of Blight sickness were the seizures like the one that they witnesses in Redcliffe, and years of living in the same household as Felix have taught him a few tricks. While the Altus is glad to bow to Vivienne’s more accomplished potion skills he has lists of diet changes, exercises and even meditations from around Thedas that prove highly effective. He also has piles of research to add to the collective cause, and is among the calmest of the party in reacting to a seizure. He and Sera tag team predicting them, and have a casual running tally that makes it seem more past time than problem.

Cole: “Colors dance in my eyes, music sings but no one is there. Legs shaking, arms reaching, words that aren’t mine. Can’t remember after, so tired, did it happen again? No one thinks any less of you. It makes them feel good to help you as you have helped them. They all want to help, and no one will let you fall. “

Taking care

✖ Characters/relationships: Original!Percival Graves x Reader, Seraphina Picquery 

✖ Genres: Flu, mild fluff

✖ Summary: Percival falls sick and President Picquery sends Reader, his secretary, to check on him. [Based on this imagine] @Anonymous

✖ Disclaimer: All characters are at least 21 y/o unless stated otherwise.

✖ Word count: 3285

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you are in my dream, you are a pipe dream

pairing: alfokiran
note: set after chapter 10. the last part got me shook
additional note: tagging @sexysilverstrider because!!! shes the one who encouraged me to write this hahaha

The last thing he captured in his eyes was her figure, small hand reaching out for his before a flash of light struck between them, effectively rendering him unable to see anything and at the same separating the two of them. He found himself shouting her name, and he could faintly hear her call his name back. When he opened his eyes after the light dissipated, there was only a tall gate with no door, the sky of Askr beyond it; a scenery he had seen far too often. However, the one he called for, the one he wanted to see the most was nowhere to be found.

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anonymous asked:

How do the Nordics comfort eachother?

Denmark: He goes for the ‘jokes and good times’ route, attempting to cheer up others by being cheerful himself. Though it has positive effects on some of the Nordics, the effects on others are…limited.

Norway: He bakes some comfort food for his forlorn friend, and does a notable job of trying to be sympathetic. The food, however, is much more successful than his sincerity. He ought to just stick to that.

Iceland: He’s not so good with kind words, nor does he have much else to offer. The best helpful gesture he can provide is his presence. He’ll stay and listen, so long as there’s no one around who could handle it better.

Sweden: Not much of a wordsmith either, Sweden is best at expressing his genuine sympathy non-verbally. This might include a hug, if he’s allowed, or just a simple ‘I’m here for you’ hand on the shoulder.

Finland: The real reason he spends so much time in saunas is to fill him with warmth, so that when someone’s sad, he can share that warmth with them. Well, not really, but he does give a lot of gifts and hugs!

The World Is Spinning

As the world titled around me once again, I closed my eyes, placing a hand on the wall next to me, taking in a deep breath.

“Y/N?” Blinking open my eyes, I saw Oli frowning over at me. “You alright?”

“Fine,” I smile back at him, lying through my teeth, “Just really like this song.”

“You sure?” He stepped closer, “You’re pretty pale.”

“I’m fine, Oli.” I told him, letting my hand fall from the wall beside me, “You’re imagining stuff.”

“Maybe we should find Joe…” He trailed off, glancing around the party we were at.

“No, no.” I grabbed his arm, bringing his attention back to her. “Please, Oli. Don’t tell him. I’m fine. Really.”

“You aren’t.” Oli shook his head, “I can tell. You’re practically swaying where you stand, Y/N.”

The world was spinning again, much like it had throughout the night, but I could push through it. We were only going to be at the party for another couple of hours. I just needed Oli to stop pestering me to tell Joe. This was not the first time he had insisted.

I hadn’t felt well all evening, and Oli had picked up on it a while ago. Which is why he also kept asking if I was alright. Which I was.

For the most part.

“I am not.” I told him firmly, forcing myself to stop swaying, “And you can’t tell Joe. He’s been looking forward to this party all month. I won’t ruin it.”

“He won’t be happy about it…” Oli sighed, but I could tell I had won him over.

“Who won’t be happy about what?” Joe asked, appearing at my side. His hand slide around my waist, and I leaned into him, grateful for the support.

Oli shot me a look, silently pleading for me to tell Joe, but I ignored him, smiling over at Joe.

“You won’t be happy. About me dragging you to the dance floor.”

“Love, you know I can’t dance.” Joe laughed, and I could see in his eyes that he was having a good time, he was relaxed. Further proof I couldn’t tell him that the world was moving around him.

“For me?” I asked sweetly, maybe I just needed to get the blood flowing.

“Alright. One dance.” He told me, nodding to Oli as we made our way to the dance floor.


It was crowded with people, everyone moving closely together, the bass thumping loudly.

Instantly I felt worse.

But Joe was looking at me so happily, so carefree, that I put a smile on my own face and allowed him to pull me closer, our own bodies moving with those around us.

“Having fun?” He spoke close to my hear, wanting to be heard over the music.

“Of course!” I replied, placing a simple kiss on his cheek.

The grin I got in return was everything, even if it swam in front of me. Was the spinning getting worse?

I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. Everything was fine.

I was fine.

“Y/N?” Joe called out, and I realized he was saying something.

“Sorry?” I said back, my hands braced on his chest as I blinked a few times quickly, trying to get rid of the black creeping in at the edges of my vision.

“Everything okay?”

“Everyone keeps asking that,” I laughed, taking a step back, trying my best to focus on Joe’s face even as everything spun around and around, “I’m fine!”

Except when I went to go take another step back, the floor fell from under me, and the black rapidly filled my vision. I could faintly hear someone calling my name, but I succumbed to the darkness before my mind could figure out who it was.


“Y/N? Love, can you hear me?”

There was a gentle hand on my cheek, as well as something cool on my forehead. I could feel my body shaking lightly as I dragged my eyes open, focusing in on Joe’s blue ones, shining with concern.

“Y/N?!”

“Joe?” I mumbled, blinking slowly. “Wha’s going on?” I asked, sitting up with his help.

“Gods, you scared the shit out of me. That’s what. Are you okay?” His words came out rapidly, and it took my haze filled mind a moment to realize what it was he was saying.

“I’m fine,” I told him, “Why are we on the floor?”

“Because you fainted.”

“Oh.”

“I’m taking you home.” Joe said firmly, helping me stand up. He frowned when I stumbled into him slightly, my body still shaking. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?”

“Because I’m fine.” I manage to get out, clutching onto him tightly. “Really. We can stay.”

“Nice try, Y/N.” He shook his head, “We’re going home. You can’t stay here.”

“Car’s out front.” I can hear Oli say from over my shoulder, but I’m now leaning heavily against Joe, my eyes closed tightly once again.

“Thanks. You okay getting home on your own?”

“I’ll be fine. Go ahead.”


I couldn’t remember the drive home, or Joe bringing me inside. The rest of the night was a blurred moment. All I could remember was spinning and feeling hot and then cold, alternating constantly.

The next thing I knew, I was blinking my eyes open, squinting at the morning light streaming in to our bedroom.

“Hey, love.” Joe spoke softly, his hand pushing the hair out of my face. “How you feeling?”

“Like shit. But better than last night.” I tell him, pushing myself into a sitting position. I’m relieved to see that the world does not spin this time, but instead remains quite still.

“That’s good. You’re fever broke at some point in the night too, so you should be feeling better by tonight.”

Fever? I think briefly, before I notice Joe’s face. He looks exhausted. There’s bags under his eyes, and his eyelids are drooping slightly, while his hair is a mess. His clothes are the same from the night before, just more wrinkled.

“Did you stay up all night?” I asked him, my fingers lacing through his.

“I was worried.”

“Joe.”

“No,” He shook his head, “I wasn’t going to sleep. You needed someone to take care of you.”

“Well, I don’t anymore.” I replied, tugging his hand. “So come to bed, and get some sleep.”

“Are you sure?” Joe frowned, eyes studying me. “You don’t need anything?”

“I just need my boyfriend to get out of those clothes and into bed, so we can both go to sleep.”

“Alright, alright.” He laughed, “Sleep does sound pretty good.”

“I know, what a wonderful concept. It’s something normal people do at night.” I drawled, settling back in bed as he strips out of his clothes.

“Some people do it during the day, you know.” He commented, climbing into bed beside me. “Now shush, I’m trying to sleep.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” I giggled, shuffling closer against him. “But Joe?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you. For taking care of me.”

“Always, love.” Joe mumbled back, and I know he’s already drifting off to sleep.

Golden Tongue (Bias x Reader) Pt. 8

She drove him to the beach. He couldn’t believe it. Next time, he won’t just tell someone to drive anywhere, next thing he knows he’ll be on the other side of the country. 

But for some reason he didn’t want to tell her to turn back. Instead, he rolled his windows down and felt the breeze moving through his hair and beating against his face, depleting him from oxygen by how fast she was going. It made him think of other things.

But when she asked him if he was okay, he never expected the question so he responded in the way he felt. Surprised. But he knew how he said it hurt her feelings and he was surprised he cared. She was being genuine. It probably took a lot for her to ask, considering how he is. 

“No,” he admits, feeling the air being sucked out of him. He felt so drained, more than before. So…lifeless in admitting how he truly felt, “I’m not okay,” He looks away once she turns around, squeezing his eyes shut. He never spoke of his feelings, not even to Jesse who he considered to be his best friend, and who he also hurt with his words. 

But for her, even though they came off to a rough start, he wanted to start over. 

She’s beside him again, looking up at him and he can’t look at her. She places her hand on his arm and he lowers his head to his chest. 

“It’s gonna be okay,” she tells him and he looks to the sea again, not believing her words. She gently holds his chin, looking him in the eyes, “You’re gonna be okay,” 

All of a sudden, B/N feels like he’s forgetting that he wasn’t okay and realizing now that he truly was okay. Why was he not okay again? Her eyebrows furrow, her fingertips touching her lips.

“I’m…gonna be okay,” he repeats and she nods with an encouraging smile. 

He’s still rearranging his mind when she glances at him and says, “Take off your shoes,” and he does so without question. 

And it’s because she glanced and didn’t lock eyes with him that it begins to click. He feels a sinking feeling in his gut, his heart racing. 

She’s controlling me. 

And she doesn’t even know it. 


They walk for a while together, his feet planted on the sand while she’s ankle-deep in the water. He avoids her eyes now, looking at his surroundings. She doesn’t seem to notice what she’s done. 

“I know you saw me at the warehouse,” he says. 

“As I said, I didn’t see anything,”

“Actually, you said you wouldn’t say anything. What did you see?”

She goes further into the water away from him until her rolled up jeans begin to get wet, “Looked like a tradeoff,”

“That’s it?”

“Yeah,”

“You didn’t hear anything?”

She shakes her head, “No,” He doesn’t believe her, but he doesn’t press her either, “Why aren’t you okay?” she asks, “If you wanna talk about it,” 

His puts his hands in his pockets, “Been rethinking my career. It seems to have a lot of…occupational hazards,”

“That’s it?” she asks.

He wanted to mention his ability for some reason, speak to someone who is now like him. Ask if she’s ever heard of it. Ask her if she knows what she’s capable of. But he doesn’t know if she suspects him of anything so he doesn’t want to dig his own grave.

He also wanted her to touch his arm again, feel her reassuring energy flow through him.

“That day must’ve stressed you out a lot,” she says and he agrees. It’s only now that he feels recharged, “Jesse’s also a nice guy,” 

He looks at her suspiciously, “He’s alright,”

“Are you two related?”

“No,” he watches her, wondering something else, “Why so many questions about him?”

She shrugs, walking ahead of him, “Just wondering,”

B/N follows her, kicking sand, “Why wonder about him?”


You both stay out until the sun begins to set and decide to watch that too. You’re sitting in the sand, the wind is chillier, the sea still raging but now the sky is orange and pink and red. 

When last have you actually taken a moment to truly relax instead of thinking about your next paycheck? 

B/N also seems relaxed beside you, engulfed in his own thoughts and you consider trying telepathy again but can’t bother. You let it go. It doesn’t make sense.

That’s when you see him tilt his body to the side, his head in the sand. 

“What are you doing?”

“Have you ever looked at the world from a different perspective?” he asks. 

“Huh?” 

“Look,” 

You follow his lead, looking at the sky upside down. The ocean looks like the sky, the sun and the clouds the earth. The sight is so other-worldly that you stay in that position, wishing that this was how the world truly looked. 

You sit up right, feeling the blood rushing back to your body. His face is red, sand in his hair and a big smile on his face. 

“Looks amazing right?” he asks. 

You don’t know whether to stare at the sky or him. You nod, “It does,” 

“It’s like looking up when in a plane instead of down. You’re so close to space and the sky is dark too,” He’s excited to say all of this, like a kid. 

He moves closer to you to brush your hair with his hands. 

“Sand must be hell to get out of curly hair. Is there sand in mine?” 

“Lots,” you’re cleaning his hair while he did the same for you. He’s dusting the sand from your forehead when he stops, looking at your entire face. 

Your pulse is quickening and you’re not understanding why. He isn’t doing anything. 

“Thank you,” he says, “for taking me out here,” 

“Today’s price is really going to be a $1000,” 

He rolls his eyes with a smile, getting to his feet. He holds your hand, pulling you up and you both decide to head for the car. It’s almost nightfall and since there are no streetlights and barely any moonlight, it will be pitch black soon.

“Where’d you park the car?” 

“Over….there,” you say. You don’t see your car and before you panic you remember that you two walked for a very long time. Meaning, you were far from your car. And the sun was setting fast.  

“Where’d we put our shoes?” you ask him. 

“I put mine with yours,” 

You both sigh, knowing you’ll have to feel the sand to find them. 

“You have your phone?” he asks you. 

“No, I left mine in the car,” 

Another set of sighs. 

“You at least have your car keys, right?” 

You feel your pocket, “Yes,” 

This time a sigh of relief. 

You both walk in silence, the only sound are your feet trudging in the sand, the breeze and the waves of the ocean. 

The sun has completely sunk and it’s incredibly dark. You can barely make out his silhouette beside you. But soon you can’t see or hear him anymore and call out for him. Where did he go?

“B/N?” you look around but there’s nothing to see because it’s pitch black, “If you’re messing with me this isn’t funny!” 

You decide to keep walking. If you get to your car, you can look for him then. But then you hear slapping in the water, and you instinctively move from it. 

You can’t even run because you don’t know what’s around you. Could trip and hit a rock. Get pinched by a crab or step on a jellyfish. You didn’t feel that much paranoia before, but now your heart is pounding. 

More slapping on the water closer to you and then feeling someone grabbing you from behind. You scream while hearing B/N laugh by your ear. You push him off, barely able to see him while knowing all the while that it was him.

You slap and kick him, all the while he laughs. 

“I had to,” he can barely breathe with how hard he’s laughing, “I was gonna put you in the water but you were screaming so much I couldn’t even move. I’m so weak,” 

You drag him by his clothes, pulling him to the water. He notices last second what you’re doing and you hear a big splash as he falls in. But you don’t wait. You run out of the water, hearing him slosh behind you. You’re far from the water, him panting. 

“Not fair, I didn’t do it,” 

“That was your intention!” 

He grabs you, holding you against him and now you’re damp from his clothes. You shove him off. 

“I hate you,” you tell him, “Why’d you do that?” 

You can see his white smile in the dark and shove him again, “What can I say? You put me in a good mood,” 

His response both irritates you and triggers something else by the tone of his voice when he said it. You also realize you’re both wet and in the dark. 

“Let’s just leave,” you say, trying to figure out if you’re even going in the right direction. 

“Wait,” he grabs what he thinks is your arm but is actually the back of your shirt and you hear a small rip, “I…did not mean for that to happen.” 

“You’re working your way up for another dunk in the ocean,” 

“I’m sorry. I really was just kidding around,” but you weren’t even upset about that anymore. You only realized that you were completely alone with a man you were attracted to. 

“I just wanna find my car,” 

This time he places his hand on your shoulder instead of grabbing for you. And since he can’t see you, he move his hand down your arm until he finds your hand and holds it. 

“We can’t see anything. Let’s not get lost,” 

That was more than smooth, that was slick. What just happened? You’ve never been this lost by a turn of events before. Why is he holding your hand right now? When did you jump from friends to whatever this is? Or are you reading too much into it?

He walks ahead, pulling you with him. 

He’s swinging your hands, and if it wasn’t for the sea and the wind, the silence might have been awkward. 

“Is this weird for you?” you ask.

He keeps walking, “Not really. Is holding hands too much?” your hesitation is enough of an answer. He releases your hand and you’re almost sad by that but then he places your hand on his arm, as if he’s escorting you.

“Better?” he asks. 

You lower your face to hide your smile even though it’s too dark for him to see it, “Yes,” This felt way more romantic than hand holding. 

It takes fifteen minutes before you find your car and then your shoes. You don’t have a towel, but you do have a blanket that he wraps himself in because he’s cold. 

“You know, you would be warmer if you just took your clothes off,” you bite your lip once you say it, knowing how it sounded. 

“You’re right,” He doesn’t seem to think anything of your comment because his teeth are chattering and his body shaking. 

He steps out of the car and you happen to watch him from the corner of your eye as you dust off the shoes. He removes his shirt, pulling it over his head. You’re so glad it’s windy because he can’t hear you sigh at the sight of him. 

He shakes out his shirt and this time he looks in your direction to see if you’re watching because he’s taking off his pants. But you anticipated him doing that and look away prior. Bur you still peek. His thighs and calves are so well defined you almost squeal. He dusts off his pants, his back turned to you as he stands in his boxers and you see even his butt is toned. 

You bite your finger, turning away from him as you take a deep breath. 

“Ready?” he asks you and you turn around quickly. 

“Yes!” 

He’s in the front seat this time, wrapped in your blanket like a puppy. 

“You’re no longer my customer now?” you ask.

He shakes his head, body still shaking. You turn on the heater, warming him up before driving. 

Once he’s warm, he lowers the blanket to his waist, sitting in the front seat with his upper body exposed. 

“Did you get a good look?” 

You look ahead as you drive, “I’m driving, how can I?” 

He adjusts the blanket around him and you can hear the smile in his voice, “You know exactly what I mean,” 

You feel your face heat up but you don’t look at him. You both ride in silence and when you get to his place, he didn’t seem to consider the fact that he only has his boxers on. Or maybe he doesn’t care. 

He steps out with the blanket wrapped around his waist, everyone staring. 

“Do you wanna come up?” 

You suck in air through your teeth, looking him up and down, “That sounds like it entails other things, so I’m gonna have to say no,” 

He doesn’t even try to tell you that you were wrong, only nods, biting his bottom lip, “You’re right,” 

He begins to step back and you stop him, “You better pay me for tonight,” you tell him. 

“Yes,” his voice drags, “I’m gonna get the money,” 

You cross your arms, leaning on the car noticing that a few people overheard your conversation. You put up your hands, “I’m not a prostitute,” you say to them and their eyes go wide, “If I was, would I be wearing this?” that makes them walk away.

As promised, he comes back with the money. Exact amount. 

“Thank you again,” he says. 

“You’re welcome,” 

He begins to leave but turns around, still holding the blanket around his waist, “Are you free tomorrow?” 

“I’m usually free if you need me,” 

“No, not to take me anywhere. But as in…a date,” 

It dawns on you at what he’s asking, “Oh! Uh…” 

“Would you wanna get dinner by chance?” 

You nod, “Yeah, I’ll see what I can do,” Did you agree too quickly? Should’ve played hard to get.

He smiles, “Great, goodnight,” he hands you the blanket and walks away only in his boxers,” Everyone’s staring and so are you because he has such a great back view. 

You sigh admirably, “How did we get here?” 

Pillow for Two

For the DGM Fanworks Intiative

Day 7:  OTP; Friendship; Love; Romance

A bit late but here it is! ( T u T)/ and it’s the last day! Thank you so much to all of you that supported my work haha I appreciate it :)

Again I’m really sorry if there’s any mistakes! English is not my first language ;u;

( @loony-in-a-blue-box omfg last day!!! We did it my friend hoho TuT writing this almost killed me…)

Summary: Kanda and Allen have to share a bed a few times (but at the end they don’t really mind it).  

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