how is he in his thirties tho


Description: Sometimes the guys can’t keep secrets. Sometimes that’s okay.

Genre: Fluff, High School! AU

Pairing: Oh Sehun x reader

Word Count: 2,779

Originally posted by luedeer

I’d been here at Baekhyun’s house for two hours, listening to the guys drone on and on about lame guy stuff. I didn’t quite know what they were talking about right now. I had tuned them all out awhile ago. It was me and four of the guys: Jongin, Chanyeol, Baek, and Kyungsoo. I loved them, but not enough to listen to them talk about… sports?

“But yo, when are tryouts?” I heard Chanyeol ask to no one in particular. Baekhyun answered almost immediately. “Next Thursday, but you have to have an updated physical and gear.” Chanyeol groaned. “That’s not even the best part. The gear has to be brand new. Literally fresh off the shelves and directly to the field or you practically won’t be allowed to tryout.” Baek’s statement made Chan groan louder. “Ugh, I hate tryout season. Like honestly, what’s wrong with the gear we already have? I literally replaced all my equipment last season. More importantly, what if we don’t even make the team. Then we have all this spanky new gear for nothing!” He ranted.

Kyungsoo spoke next. He didn’t speak often when they had conversations like this, but when he did it was good. “You suck at baseball, so you’re the only one that has to worry about that.” This made all the guys erupt into laughter, and even I broke out into a small giggle. Chan’s face turned red, partly from embarrassment. “Aye, leave him alone. At least he can make it to tryouts Mr.I’m-too-scared-to-tryout-for-basketball-so-I’m-just-gonna-hideout-in-the-library.” Kyungsoo gave Jongin a death glare. “That’s not what happened you doof. I had a stupid research paper to finish and the coaches made me go to the library to work on it.” Jongin cowered as Kyungsoo spoke. I didn’t know why though. Jongin was the only one that could get away with saying stuff like that it him. It was obvious that he had a soft spot for him. “Yeah, leave him alone guys. Besides, even if he could try out, he’s too short to make a basket.” Kyungsoo didn’t hesitate to jerk on a strand of Baekhyun’s hair as the guys burst into another bout of laughter. The digs the guys got on Kyungsoo was what usually got them the most riled up, mainly because it didn’t happen often seeing as how nobody wanted to get killed by one of his death stares.

I honestly couldn’t stand listening to them go on. “Can you guys not be so boring? I’m practically falling asleep.” All the guys looked at me with playful annoyance. “Did we ask you to speak?” Baekhyun asked, mocking a face of disgust. “Cause I don’t recall.”

“Aye, I don’t recall asking for permission to speak, not that I’d let any of you losers to grant me that right.”

The guys all let out in a chorus of “Ooooo.” Chanyeol was next to speak.“So sassy.” Baekhyun mumbled something under his breath right after him. I didn’t quite catch it all, but I caught some of it. “No wonder… on you…”

“Would you like to say that again Baek? Maybe a little louder?” I said, mocking a stern tone we’d all heard Baekhyun’s mother use with him. He was quite the sassafrass. He was constantly getting in trouble with his parents because he couldn’t stop himself from saying something sarcastic or snarky. He rolled eyes. “I SAID, NO WONDER OUR SASSY MAKNAE HAS A CRUSH ON YOU!” He shouted even though we were all barely two feet away from each other. “Smartass.” I huffed crossing my arms. The guys got back into their previous conversation. I snatched my phone up from its place on the table behind us. I started mindlessly scrolling through social media. I wasn’t looking at anything in particular, I just wanted something to prevent me from going completely insane while the guys talked about… hockey?

I grabbed one of the cups off the table, and took a big gulp of the fizzy soda. No wonder our sassy maknae likes you. Baekhyun’s words from earlier popped back into my mind causing me to spit my drink out. It flew from my mouth and straight from my nostrils too. “Eww Y/n, what the fuck?” Chanyeol squealed. For someone so manly, he sure did squeal and scream alot. “sEHUN LIKES ME?!?!” Chanyeol nodded. He and Jongin started wiping the soda off the table, Baekhyun was drying himself off, and Kyungsoo had moved to the other side of the room. He’d just barely avoided getting soda spit on him because he had gotten up to fix himself more drink at the same time soda was spewing from my nose.

“He’s had feelings for you since like practically day one.” Jongin said just as he finished wiping off the table. “Yeah.” Baekhyun agreed. “It’s so obvious too. He’s always drooling over you when we’re all together.” My jaw dropped. There was no way in hell, Sehun, of all people, liked me. I had a major crush on him, and the universe was never ever kind enough to let your crush reciprocate feelings. I got a rag from the laundry room, wet it, and made sure the table was clean. Once I was done, I threw the rag back at Baekhyun for him to put it where it goes. Anytime any of us tried to help him straighten up the place he got upset.

“You guys can’t be serious.” I said. The guys loved to joke around, so I wholeheartedly believed this was another one of their pranks. “You should see the way he looks at you.” Kyungsoo stated, making his way back to the table once he was sure it was clean. “And when you’re not around, we can never get him to shut up about you. Y/n, this. Y/n, that. Makes me wanna slap the kid sometimes.” Jongin added. Something in me still didn’t quite believe them, but regardless I spilled my own feelings to them. “Well, I sorta maybe have feelings for him too.” I whispered, covering my face as soon as the words had left my lips.

“OH MY GOD! WE CAN SET YOU TWO UP!” Baekhyun screamed, jumping up and down in the process. Matchmaker, one of his favorite things to do. “No! He doesn’t know.” I said, feeling my face heat up. I knew exactly how the guys were, now that we were on this topic it would be awhile before we were on to something else. “You didn’t know how he felt about you, but look at you now.” Chanyeol said, nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders as if this wasn’t sort of big deal. “Bye Yeollie, that’s different.” I whined, I was way too chicken to tell Sehun about my tiny, huge, crush on him. “Honestly, I’m content with him never knowing.” Before I had the chance to say anything else, my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was a text from Jongdae.

From Dae: Okay but like dont hate me

From Dae: butttttttttttttttttt

From Dae: Something may or may not have slipped…

“I say you just waltz up to him and tell him how you feel.” Jongin suggested from his seat across from me at the table. “Jongin, that’s lame.” I said, quickly replying to the ominous text message I’d just received.

To Dae: Explain

“Or you could have one of us tell him, like me for example?” Baekhyun said, I was looking at him, but I could tell he was wearing the biggest grin of his life. “You only want to do it because you like being in other people’s business.” His first reply was a scoff. “Not true, I enjoy being kind and helping others around me.”

From Dae: SOOOO likeeeee

From Dae: I love you Y/n, you know that right??

I was starting to get impatient. What had he done this time? “Text him.” “Call him.” “Meet up with him. “Send him a letter.” “Send him an email.” “Send him a snapchat.” “Post in on Instagram.” “Slide in his DM’s.” The guys just starting shouting out suggestions. I couldn’t help but giggle as some of the options started to get ridiculous.

From Dae: Hunnie knows you like him

From Dae: dont kill me pls

I screamed as I typed out my reply. Jongdae was one of the first, and for a while the only, people to know about my crush on Sehun. The other was Yixing.


To Dae: UGH im so gonna punch you next time I see you

To Dae: ur such a punk, i hate you

I didn’t notice, but the guys, all except for Baekhyun who moved to the other room to take a phone call, had moved behind me to peek over my shoulder. They were reading my messages. “Whelp, looks like you don’t even gotta worry about telling him now.” Chanyeol laughed, ruffling my hair, something he knew I hated with a passion. I punched his shoulder for revenge. “Leave me alone you crusty heathen.” I said, pushing the red haired giant away from me. He stumbled, and hit his side on the kitchen counter. I could tell the blow to his hip hurt, Chanyeol burst into a fit of giggles. He was so odd.

“Hey guys,” Baekhyun said. He tossed his phone back on the table, where it was pre-phone call. “Sehun and the others are coming over. Also what do you guys want to eat.” The four shouted food suggestions at Baekhyun. I didn’t understand how he understood all the clamour, but I was more focused on the fact that Sehun would be here any minute

From Dae: i luv you tho :’(

From Dae: Also we’re coming to Baek’s

Hearing the fact again made me scream.

To Dae: I KNOW

I pretty much continued screaming even though about thirty minutes had passed. I screamed even more when I heard a knock on the door. Luckily it only turned out to be the pizza we had ordered. We were supposed to wait for everyone to get here, but I was so anxious it was making me hungry. I ended up scarfing down close to a whole pizza by myself.

We always get like five orders of breadsticks, and I ate about one and a half of those. They weren’t even that good, but I was so nervous to see Sehun I couldn’t stop myself. I actually began pacing around the room as we awaited the other guys’ arrival. I was shook beyond belief. How was he gonna react? What was he gonna say? Was he even going to talk to me? Was everything going to be awkward the rest of the night? I didn’t know what to do, so when another knock came to the door I ended up screaming once more and hiding in Baekhyun’s room. I could hear Chanyeol laugh at me as I did so, but I didn’t care.

To Dae: Meet me in Baekhyun’s room ASAP

I assumed he got my message when about ten minutes later I heard a knock on the door. I had locked it just in case. “Open up!” He shouted through the door. I hurriedly unlocked it and went back to pacing. “Jongdae, I can barely breathe!” I uttered, my nerves causing my hands to start shaking. “Is that so?” I expected to hear Jongdae’s voice, but instead I was met with that of Sehun’s much deeper one. “WHY ARE YOU HERE?!?!?!” I screamed for the umpteenth time today. “The guys pushed me in here and said they wouldn’t let me out until we talked, so here I am.” I didn’t know what to do or say. Literally the only thing I could think to do was scream. But that was off the table considering I didn’t think the guys wanted to hear me do that again.

le boyz gc: I hate all of you

Eventually Sehun broke the silence which was different seeing as how besides Kyungsoo, he was the quietest out of all the guys.

“How long have you liked me?”

I almost choked because of his boldness. I mean leave it to Sehun to get straight to the point. “What do you mean?” I laughed nervously. “I’ve never liked you.” I’ve liked you since middle school.

“Don’t lie to me.” He said casually, moving from leaning against the bedroom door to sitting on Baekhyun’s bed. “Jongdae told me you’ve had a crush on me for a while now.” I mentally cursed Jongdae. Remind me not to tell any of the guys if I ever develop a crush on literally ANYONE EVER AGAIN!

.“For the record, I’ve liked you since that first time we all hung out at Chanyeol’s place.” I tried thinking back to the first time we ever went to Chan’s house. It was quite hard to manage seeing as how we’re always either at his or Baekhyun’s house. “What’s so special about us hanging out that one time?” I asked, trying to avert from the subject of me liking him. “I don’t know really.” He started. He stopped looking at me, and focused all his attention on his twiddling thumbs. “Just something about you struck out to me. It made me what to get to know you better.” “Are you glad you did?” I asked in a small voice. Sehun nodded vigorously. “It was the best decision I ever made to be honest.”

I could feel a warmth course through my body at his words. Now I have to tell him. I took a deep breath and finally spilled the truth. “I’ve had a crush on you since before high school. And ever since then just the thought of you makes me happy beyond belief.” I puffed, still not wanting to admit my true feelings for him. I looked over at Sehun. His entire face was lit up in result of what I’d told him. But he went from beaming to smirking in two seconds flat. He sat up off the bed, and stood about a foot away from me. “See how easy that was.” I punched his arm, causing him to start laughing. “Leave me alone.” After those words, he pulled me into a tight hug. I buried my head in his chest. I was able to get a whiff of his cologne, it was strong but not too overbearing. It was pleasant, but at the same time it was a savory scent. I didn’t want him to let go anytime soon, however we jumped away from each other as we heard Baekhyun yell “THEY BETTER NOT BE HAVING SEX IN MY ROOM, ON MY BED!!” and the door swing open.

The guys piled into the doorway. “Ew, look at the lovebirds.” Minseok teased from the front of the huddle. His words caused both Sehun and I to turn bright red from embarrassment. “I bet they were making out.” Chanyeol butted in, sticking his head farther into the room. “Shut up Chan!” I said, covering up my face as it got even brighter.

“Come on guys, pizza’s getting cold and we’re about to put on a movie.” Junmyeon said. I gave him an understanding nod. I went to speak, but before I could Jongin interrupted me. “Oh Y/n’s not hungry. She practically ate like three pizzas before you guys got here. Sehun had her super stressed out.” Everyone broke out into laughter, causing all my embarrassment levels to skyrocket. I buried my face in my hands, so no one would see just how red my face was getting. “It was more like one, let me live.” I pouted. Sehun wrapped his arm around my waist, and pulled me closer to him. “It’s okay babe.” He whispered in my ear. I ended up smiling like an idiot at his words. The guy I like just called me babe. What a world!

“Stop being gross, you’ve been together for like five seconds.” Baekhyun said, wearing an over exaggerated look of disgust. I couldn’t help but shake my head at him. We hadn’t talked about us actually dating yet. “Hey you guys, we should choose tonight’s movies carefully. The two love birds might get a little risky throughout them.” Kyungsoo said from the middle of the crowd of guys. This time Sehun and I joined in on the guy’s laughter. One by one, everyone eventually turned around and left the bedroom. Sehun and I exited the room, his arm still draped around my shoulder. Before we got into the living room, he placed a kiss on my forehead. Maybe we weren’t together just yet, but I could definitely get used to this.


anonymous asked:

Do you have Orochimaru here in your au? Who is he then? (Like teacher, friend.?) ;)

Ryan Ross goes to his phone and starts typing in a number that has been on his mind for years. He pushes the call button and holds it to his ear… his heart is racing and just as he was about to hang up, someone answers. “Hello?” Says the voice “who’s this?” Ryan takes a deep breath and says “hey! It’s uh it’s Ryan!” Brendon stays quiet for a moment his face is shocked. “I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday man! Thirty years old now!” Brendon smiles even tho Ryan could not see it through the phone “thanks, I thought you might have forgotten” Ryan gave off a small laugh and mumbled “ I couldn’t forget even if I wanted to try” Brendon bit the bottom of his lip and asked him how Ryan was doing. They both talked liked nothing happened until it was time for Brendon to head onto the stage. “Well I gotta go perform.” Ryan let off a small smile knowing Brendon is still doing the thing they both dream of while sitting in Ryan’s room Years ago. “We should hang out again soon.” Brendon said interrupting Ryan’s memories. “Id like that.” They both made plans to hang out when both men were free and said see you later instead of a goodbye. Ryan looked at the moon and started humming northern downpour, eager to see the man he once loved again. This time there will be no goodbyes and heartbreaks and tears of sadness. Instead it’ll be tears of joy to see the man he left at capetown years ago.


Liam was more excited than he’s been since his step dad showed him how to play lacrosse. His big sister (Y/N) was coming home!

Their parents’ divorce hit her harder than Liam, he thinks its because she saw how happy they were before. Liam grew up listening to them go for each other’s throats.

(Y/N) had decided that she needed to get away and clear her head so she went off to some boarding school on the other side of the state. She was supposed to be there another year, but she decided to go to summer school and graduated early.

Liam was at his house waiting for his parents to pick up (Y/N) from the airport, even tho though they literally left thirty minutes ago he wanted them to be back already.

So when he got a knock on the door he flew to answer it, only to deflate when it was only Scott and the pack.

‘Oh it’s just you guys. What do you want?’ Liam asked in disappointment.

‘Well we’re glad to see you too Liam.’ Lydia said as they all came inside, despite not actually being invited in.

‘Who did you think it was?’ Scott asked.

‘Yeah, did you invite a girl over or something?’ Stiles teased.

‘No, my sister is coming home from boarding school today.’ Liam said.

‘Sister, you never said anything about a sister.’ Malia accused.

‘There was no need to, wasn’t like you guys would meet her, but she graduated early so she’s coming home.’ Liam explained.

‘Well we can’t wait to meet her.’ Kira said.

‘She can’t wait to meet you guys either.’ Liam smiled.

‘She knows about us?’ Lydia asked with a tilted head.

‘How much about us does she know?’ Scott asked his beta.

‘Uh..heh heh, everything.’ Liam said guiltily.

‘What!’ Stiles yelled.

‘You told her about us?!’ Scott scolded.

‘I told some stranger bit my arm with major canines while I was dangling from a hospital roof after someone tried to eat me.’ Liam deadpanned.

‘Still not over that huh?’ Stiles said.

‘Not even a little bit.’


‘Liam open up!’

‘She’s here!’ Liam yelled as he ran and opened the door and attacked the girl at the door with a bear hug and spun her around.

‘Ugh I missed you, you little nugget.’ (Y/N) said as she hugged her little brother.

‘I missed you too big nugget.’ Liam said as he put her down.

‘Mom came to get me, but then Dad showed up and they started it again, so I took a cab.’ (Y/N) informed.

‘Just like old times.’ Liam smiled.

‘Speaking of old times, you look the same, little bulky though. No body hair, or did you already go through puberty when you got bitten?’ (Y/N) asked as she looked her brother up and down.

The room was suddenly full of giggles and snickers, making (Y/N) realize they had company.

‘(Y/N).’ Liam whined as he blushed in embarrassment.

‘So this is the sister?’ Lydia asked looking (Y/N) up and down.

‘This is the pack!’ (Y/N) said excitedly as she ran up and simply stared at everyone, even Stiles.

‘What are you doing?’ Liam asked.

‘Looking at a banshee, a kitsune, werecoyote, two werewolves and guy who was possessed.’ (Y/N) she poked at Stiles’ leg and cheek.

‘Wow you uh, you really told her everything huh Liam.’ Stiles said as he was being inspected.

‘How long will you be like this?’ Liam asked.

‘Until I get bored.’ (Y/N) said honestly.

anonymous asked:

I have a mighty need for more crossovers with Until Dawn and Night at the Museum.

i honest to god wish i could deliver on this properly but i’ve never actually watched night at the museum, all i know is that rami malek plays a pharaoh with a magical tablet. 

TELL YOU WHAT THO. how about an au where chris is actually a thirty year old something archaeologist whose group has discovered this ancient tomb and has been digging it out for months and he’s been so excited for all that time because woah, HISTORY!!!! so he heads into the tomb with his colleagues (let’s say, sam, ash and mike) and they find the fuckin’ pharaoh’s chamber and it’s literally a dream come true–

until chris goes to disturb the magical golden tablet and the next thing he knows the whole damn tomb is starting to shake and threatening to cave in and mike and sam have to bodily drag him to the exist and he’s still clutching the damned tablet for dear life and it’s the only thing they manage to rescue

so the tomb is basically lost and chris is like, practically heartbroken, bc this was supposed to be his big excavation, the breakthrough, but hey at least he got the golden mystical tablet–is that a fucking ghost

ok so. turns out. the pharao’s spirit is pretty annoyed with him stealing the tablet. like, dude, how am i supposed to r.i.p. in the afterlife when ur stealing my shit?? not cool.

but chris refuses to return it, bc HISTORY!!!!! and the world needs to know, so ahkmenrah is just like, well ok then asshole guess i’ll just stalk you until you do and they’re basically stuck with each other 24/7.

sometimes his friends catch chris arguing with empty space and they’re worried for his mental health. also every house chris goes to ends up temporarily haunted throughout his visit. turns out ahkmenrah is a fucking prankster and loves scaring people. he thinks he’s hilarious.

and don’t even get me started on chris getting ready to take a shower and ahkmenrah just popping up out of nowhere intending to annoy him but realizing that his victim is fucking naked holy ra this was not the plan 

and what about the times where chris explicitly instructs him to give him some privacy so he can rub one out in the shower and ahkmenrah does so at first but then chris spends like wayyy too long in the bathroom so he listens in and he hears this strange moAnINGNGMGGEJS ABORT ABORT A B O R T TTTT

someone write this for me.


lenathemushroom  asked:

Can you pretty please do a scenario with Chen? He keeps annoying you by just being a a prank king so you decide to get back at him by pretending to be ill only for you to actually get ill and he doesn't believe you. Xx

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Two options - Chen Scenario

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“Woah, that was really not funny!”, Jongdae huffed, pouted and crossed his arms in front of his chest, leaning back until his back was touching the rest of the sofa. He wasn’t looking at me, instead he observed some flowers, standing in the middle, on top of the little table in front of the sofa we were sitting on. My legs were bent, a thin blanket resting over them and I still was holding the cup with hot tea in between my hands. The scent of the peppermint tea was filling my nose, my favourite flavor. Jongdae made it some minutes ago, took care of me like I was a little baby.

“Well, your jokes aren’t that funny most of the times as well”, I snorted, almost laughing because the face he made was the best thing I was able to see today. I placed the cup of tea on one of my legs, still holding onto it with one of my hands and leaned closer into his direction, pouting just like he did.

“They’re funny!”, Jongdae responded, still sulking. And they were not. Not always. Sometimes they were frightening, they made me feel worried and sometimes I got mad because he was overplaying it. His last prank was just yesterday and he almost made my cry, just because it was our third anniversary and the whole day he acted like he had forgotten about it. The climax of his joke was him telling me he had no time to see me, not even for half an hour and then some time one of his members sent me a photo. Jongdae was playing around with the others. I didn’t knew the photo was just fake, they just acted like they were having fun - But instead they were preparing an surprise event. How was I supposed to know that? It wasn’t funny at all! And when Jongdae came in the evening, I ignored him for exact fourteen minutes and thirtytwo seconds. Yeah, he was counting the time.

“Yesterday wasn’t fun”, I added quietly and took a sip of my tea, almost relieved to feel something warm on the inside. I was freezing for the last twenty minutes and my throat felt somehow… itchy. Maybe it was like this because I was acting like I was ill since this morning, making my own boyfriend concerned until I broke out into laughter as I couldn’t hold it back anymore. Just to see his face in that one special moment was enough to repay me for yesterday. I knew he hated things like this, hated things like this the most.

Since I was sick and couldn’t go outside and would have something in the next few days I asked him to buy the neccessary items. Sanitary pads. Jongdae’s eyes widened themselves without him even knowing, wanting it. His face grew red like a tomato and he was scratching the back of his neck, embarrassed. When he came back it was even worse - His face was almost purple from effort. As a man he didn’t knew which sort I was using, which one was the most comfortable for me. In his hands he was holding four bags with various products, twenty seven different and colorful packages. He gave them to me without saying anything and rushed into the kitchen, making me a cup of tea. As he came back I was searching through the bags until I found a package, the both of us not knowing what was in the inside. Just until I opened it. “You really think this is helpful when I am…” I couldn’t even finish my question. The moment I broke out into a loud laughter, holding my stomach, he knew it, figured it out, understood that I was just joking around and made him to do the most embarrassing thing a man could ever do.
Jongdae grabbed the package and took a look at what was in there, swallowing hard when he saw a lot of various sorts of condoms. Flavored ones, ribbed ones, some with smiling faces on them and even with ears. I was almost crying, dying of laughter when he noticed that I wasn’t sick.

”___, you know… Ah forget it. You’re not sick! You’re not allowed to have some tea!”, Jongdae snorted, jumped back to his feet and took the cup away from me, taking a sip himself. He didn’t like peppermint, but still he forced himself to gulp it down, in less than thirty seconds. The whole tea! His expression was great tho’.

But then that strange feeling came back. I wasn’t sick for ages. I didn’t even know how it felt like to be sick anymore. That’s why Jongdae was so worried as soon as I called him in the morning. He was nervous because it was the first time he would have to take care of me.
My throat felt itchy again, was somehow hurting everytime I tried to swallow. And it felt like it got more and more worse every time I was doing it. I raised one of my eyebrows and lifted my right hand, softly stroking over the skin of my throat.

Jongdae crossed the living room and made his way back into the kitchen. I winced slightly as I found something that was weird, that was inside my throat, hurting as soon as I touched the spot. Something was swollen, maybe that’s why it hurted when I tried to swallow. It was… I can’t even discribe that feeling. It felt like I had some kind of rope wrapped around my throat and someone was tightening it with every second that passed by. Even swallowing became hard, almost unbearable painful.

My body felt weak in just the blink of an eye, like all the life was leaking out somewhere on my body. Maybe there was a seepage. Everything began to hurt. What a irony. I was just acting that I felt sick some minutes ago, and now it was really happening. The room felt warm, too hot and my clothes were uncomfortable, pressed against my sensitive skin.

“Jong…”, I tried to call my boyfriend, but my voice broke, croaking. I turned my head around, facing the door of the kitchen as he came out, looking at me with questioning eyes. He was still chewing on something that wasn’t in his mouth, the flavor of peppermint still on his tongue. I opened my mouth, but before I could even say one single word Jongdae broke the silence that was laying in the living room. “Okay, let’s say we’re even now, okay? I had a little bit fun, and you had a little bit fun and now… We’re not fighting, right?”, he asked and looked at me, met my eyes when he again sat down right next to me. One of his hands found its way to my cheek, softly stroking my skin. I wanted to enjoy this moment, but it was too much - It hurted.

I closed my eyes and tried to pull my head away, just for a little bit, in order not to show him that something was wrong, that I didn’t like it. But even though Jongdae was the king of pranks he knew something wasn’t right, that something was wrong instead. I inhaled some of the air that was surrounding me and tried to swallow again. But my tongue felt like it was swollen, twice as big as usual and I began to cough.
“Is that a No?”, he asked, trying to find my eyes. And as I looked up at him he was smiling slightly. “___, I’ve already told you that I am sorry about yesterday. But let’s stop it here, okay? I know, you’re not sick, so please stop pretending.”

I shook my head and caused him to raise his eyebrows, questions were forming themselves in his eyes and I knew he was confused. Did it really felt like this? Was getting sick just a matter of seconds? I coughed again and pressed one of my hands flatly against my chest. My lungs were already hurting. Maybe it was too cold tonight. Maybe I should just… Wasn’t it my own fault for sleeping with one window opened while the air was way too cold outside?

Jongdae sighed, slightly frustrated that I didn’t stop playing around. If he only knew that I wasn’t joking this time. I opened my mouth again and forced myself to spill out the words I had in mind. “I think… it’s serious… this time”, I said and pointed at my throat, causing him to almost roll his eyes. Jongdae didn’t easily get annoyed. But this time it seemed like he wasn’t believing me anymore.

He again sighed and shook his head. “Stop playing around now, really!” His voice was serious, just like his expression. And I felt tears in my eyes, not because of the pain this time. They were there because I grew frustrated, because he didn’t believe me. What a terrible feeling. When your own boyfriend didn’t believe you.

I cleared my throat and pointed at the spot where my throat was hurting and I again opened my mouth. But before I even could say something, Jongdae stood up and groaned quietly. “You should know when it’s time to stop, ___!” I bit onto the tip of my tongue, rubbing my temples. It got harder to think with every second that passed by. What was this? I placed one of my hands against my forehead, feeling my temperature. Fine. I was getting a fever as well? And my clothes… I really needed to get rid of them somehow.

Jongdae was standing in front of the window, looking down at the streets in front of the apartement we were sharing. It was raining outside, thousands of clouds were hanging in the sky, making it seem like it was already late, evening.

“But it hurts!”, I blubbered and bit my lower lip, trying not to sound like a little child, whimpering and sobbing. Jongdae’s jawline was firm and tensed. He really didn’t believe me, not this time. Ah, this stupid joke! I wanted to scold myself, but even thinking about something was hard. I wanted to hit my head slightly, but even lifting my hands was painful now. And even though I didn’t want to do it I whimpered quietly as I threw the blanket, that was still wrapped around my legs, away and heaved myself up from the sofa until I was standing on my feet, wobbly. My eyes were burning, at least it felt like they were burning and I exhaled some air.

”___!”, Jongdae called out my name, almost in a scolding tone but all I could do was to shake my head and to lift my right hand, signalising him to stop talking. Well, he wasn’t believing me right now. It was my own fault. But at the same time I somehow grew mad. Mad at him. Because whenever he played a prank on me… I still believed him after that. Everytime. “___, you know… A liar will not be believed even when he speaks the truth.” Oh, same to you! I puffed my cheeks and sticked my tongue out, not able to say anything, before I stomped away, throwing the door of the bedroom shut with a loud bang.

Ah, that wasn’t reall neccessary. I was well aware that I made a funny grimace. But it didn’t matter right now. I was relieved as soon as my eyes found the bed. Only three, maybe four steps were laying in between us. And as soon as I felt the soft fabric of the sheets under my finger tips I sighed relieved. It got even better when I wrapped the blanket around my shaking body. Jongdae didn’t join me but I was too exhausted to care about it.

When I opened my eyes it was already dark outside, the rain was still crashing against the window, louder than before. Maybe it was only my imagination, but I never heard rain as loud like this. My fingers were feeling stiff, tightly clinging around the fabric, holding the blanket close, covering my body up to my nose. I couldn’t smell it. Usually I enjoyed to inhale the scent the blanket had, because it was Jongdae’s. But now there was nothing.

Suddenly the door of the bedroom got opened, some light broke in and I saw Jongdae’s shadow on the ground, standing in the frame. I wanted to lift my head, but I couldn’t. “___, are you still acting sick?”, he asked, his voice quiet, peaceable. I snorted and pulled the blanket over my head. Stupid Jongdae!

He laughed quietly and I knew he was coming closer, because his voice got clearer little by little. “Ah come on, why are you mad now?” He plopped down at the edge of the bed, causing it to shake dangerously and I mumbled something even I wasn’t able to understand. And I didn’t care. All I wanted to do was to sleep for hours and hours. And after that I wanted to sleep longer. Until I was feeling better.

“Are you not talking to me anymore?”, his voice was so loud that I was about to tell him to be quiet. But I couldn’t. Instead I just coughed for another time, one the verge of crying. Maybe this could help for a little bit. Jongdae pulled at the blanket, trying to pull it away in order to see me. I didn’t lose the grip around the fabric, causing him to laugh once again. He stopped moving for a second, thinking about something.

“Hey, do you know that this is still my blanket?”
What was he trying to do?

“If you won’t talk to me, that’s fine. But you have only two options left!”

I let go of the blanket for a little bit until he was able to pull it away from my head. I narrowed my eyes and forced myself to look up at him.

“If you don’t want to talk to me… I can sleep on the sofa tonight. But be sure that I will take the blanket with me. Because it’s still mine! Or… Your second option is to share it with me, so you can have it for yourself as well.” I sightly bit my lower lip, but even that was hurting. I wasn’t willing to think about it any longer. It was too tiring.

“Okay, if you don’t want to…”, Jongdae laughed again and tightened his own grip on the blanket, trying to pull it away fully. I tried to slap his hand away, for two times, three, four, until he gave up and only looked down at me. I just breathed for some seconds and sighed.

“So…”, Jongdae began but I interrupted him while lifting up the blanket, signalising him that I was willing to share his blanket with him. I didn’t even blink before he crawled under the blanket, laying down right next to me. “Wow, you’re really hot.” His voice had changed, it wasn’t mocking me anymore. Maybe he finally realized that I wasn’t playing around anymore. Jongdae chuckled quietly when he placed one of his hands on my forehead, feeling my temperature. “I think…”, he began and softly stroked my skin, made my heart to skip a beat. “Did you really get ill by acting? I think I want you to act like you’re sexy the next time”, Jongdae let out in between his quiet laughter and pulled me closer. I know he just wanted to tease me. But still I lifted my hand in order to hit his chest.

Again he was way faster than me, held me by my wrist and stopped me from moving any further. I tried to break free, but I was too weak and soon I gave up, pressing my face into his chest as he wrapped his arms around my waist. “Sleep now, rest”, he said before planting a soft kiss on my forehead. “I hope my blanket will keep you warm and safe”, he added and squeaked in the next second when I bored my index finger into his stomach~~

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Jay Park actually remembered his Snapchat account lol to pimp his new album Everything You Wanted but even that he blundered the title haha….

he nailed it on his Instagram story tho so that’s good haha

the only one to ever describe the traffic as LOVELY lol. All dressed up headed to his mother’s birthday dinner celebration!

How is he so cuteeeeeeeeee….singing along to Chris Brown in the car…

Look at his mother! She’s so beautiful and radiant and ever youthful that no wonder eventho Jay Park is thirty but he’s like in his early twenties lol.

Jonghyun/Taemin; Curse; PG

Anonymous asked: i’ve had this idea for a fic stuck in my head for quite awhile now, but seeing as i can’t write for shit i thought i’d drop it here and see if you would be interested in it. and also because you write perfect things and i love you. so basically jjong has been cursed to be young forever and he ends up taking in toddler taemin who was abandoned and as he’s raising him he ends up falling in love with him when he grows up. i know it’s rough and kinda vague but maybe you could write it eventually?

this is actually just a rly long au where bc i had all of these ideas but i couldn’t write any of them flops around

its that kind of immortality like the wolverine u kno like shit he could get his leg cut off nd it would just grow right back

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