i had no idea what to put for rise im sorry

The Towel Story

Originally posted by awwsehun

Member: Exo Sehun

Type: Fluff/Smut

“The only way I will ever sit in his car is if I’m using it to run him over,” you snapped, pushing Kyungsoo’s hand off your shoulder and picking up your suitcase, wincing at the weight before starting down the stairs. Maybe you had over packed, but you didn’t want to risk running out of clothes, especially in a place so secluded.

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random drabble

(inspired by that “take your time” “girls”  text post meme)


Trini was always acting so tough and talking such a big game that they had all kind of assumed that she could hold her alcohol. As it turned out, Trini is a complete lightweight. She was drunk after only a few rounds, and it wasn’t long before she was pretty smashed.

“Attention!” she suddenly yelled, abruptly rising to her feet and almost toppling over. Kim and Jason managed to wrangle her back down into a chair, where she proceeded to sink into the cushions. “I got sumthin’ to say.”

“There’s a, a uh, thing that I gotta tell y’all. ‘s important.” She stifled a burp, and Zack looked like he was going to explode from glee. She stood up again, slowly this time, and managed to make it upright.

“We’re all ears, T. What’s the big news?”

Trini paused, gathering herself as her expression suddenly becomes serious. The mood shifted to one of hesitant tension as the other rangers briefly wondered if Trini was going to tell them something hugely important, some secret that she normally would never reveal. Trini took a breath.

“I…” her eyes flickered between the others. “I’m a lesbiab.”

At that, Zack falls clean off the couch, landing on the floor with a giant thud. The only one who bothered to check on him was Jason, mainly because he wanted to hide his giggling. Kim was too busy facepalming to care about what the boys were up to.

“Whas wrong with him?” Trini demands. “He making fun of the fact that I’m a less bien?”

At that, Jason let out an audible snigger as he leaned heavily against Billy and jostled his arm. Billy shook him off gently, because he had taken his phone out and was filming Trini’s dramatic declaration, and was doing his best to keep quiet in order to get good audio.

Even Kim couldn’t hide all of her amusement. “Babe,” she said, her voice slightly strained. “Wha- what are you trying to say?”

“Kim, you got- gotta pay attention.” Trini swayed slightly, and Billy was practically vibrating from suppressing his laughter. Kim tried to hide her chuckle and did her best to put on a serious face.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“I said, I’m a lesbiam.” Zack lets out a howl from the floor, and Trini shushes in his general direction, squinting.

“You’re a what?”

“Can you not understand me? I’m a lemsbib!” Trini pauses, blinking. “No. A lesbim? Lebsbim? Lez-meme? There’s an m in there somewhere.”

“It’s ok,” Billy managed to wheeze out. He clung to Jason for dear life, his whole body shaking with laughter. “Take your time.” The other boy was letting out these deep, earth-shattering laughs as he collapsed against Billy. Kim was practically folded over cackling, and Zack was still on the floor, breathless.

“You’re not listening!” Trini complained. She stamped her foot, which only dragged another shriek from Zack. “I… it’s… it-it…” Her eyes wavered in and out of focus as she tried to find her words.

Kim managed to shush the others so that they could hear Trini. “It’s what, Trini?”

Trini straightened, raising her cup proudly. “Girls,” she declared, and all semblance of order was lost as the rangers dissolved into hysterics.

sunrise. (jb x reader)

Originally posted by wanjacks

A/N: Requests are open!

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Warining: Mild Cuddling!! 

Words: 1k

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You couldn’t remember exactly when you started getting up so early, just that it had been a habit since you were very little. 

There was something you loved about the early mornings, something in the way that the light gradually shifted in hue as it crept over your windows, painting your house in beautifully muted golds and pinks. Something about the still blue-gray mist that hung in the air like a thick satin blanket, or the dream-like moments when the world seemed to stand completely, utterly still. Your morning was your healing time, a break from the perpetual hustle and bustle of everyday life. The feeling followed you wherever you went, even when you’d uprooted and moved from the calm suburbs to the big city. Every day, you’d slide quietly out of bed and tiptoe to the living room, where you could perch on a windowsill and truly enjoy the quiet of the early hours. It was safe to say that you’d consider yourself much more of a morning person than a night person.

Your boyfriend, however, was the opposite.

You heard wobbling footsteps as he stumbled out of the bedroom, yawning monstrously. You turned your head to meet his tired figure, standing blurry-eyed in the doorway, donning a fluffy white bathrobe. You smiled a little at his attire, mostly because you were pretty sure that was your bathrobe. Even so, he looked incredibly handsome. The robe was haphazardly thrown on and untied, leaving his somewhat-toned bare torso completely exposed.

“Sorry, Jae. I didn’t mean to wake you up.” You said quietly, patting the spot beside you on the windowsill. A muffled groan was all you got in response as he slowly ambled toward you. He looked adorable with his bedhead, raven peaks jutting out in unnatural ways on the top of his head. As he reached you, he rested his head on your shoulder and closed his eyes.

“Come back to bed.” He mumbled into your neck. His breath tickled a little on your skin, and he smelled like cool rain and sleep. The offer was tempting.

“No, I want to watch the sunrise.” You leaned your head on his, turning your gaze back to the window. “But you should go back to sleep, you stayed up really late last night.”

Which was true. Jaebum, being a diligent worker, had stayed up insanely late in the studio, writing lyrics and producing new solo tracks. You ended up having to nag him six times to finally go to bed after hours of nonstop work. You wished that this didn’t happen nearly as often as it did, but he did what he loved, and you didn’t want to complain. Besides, he didn’t have much time to work on his personal stuff when he was so busy promoting with the band, so you were a little more lenient with his night-owl habits.

“Not without you.” He murmured. He was still warm from the bed. 

“Well then, I guess we’re at a crossroads.” He lifted his head to glare at you.

“Please?” He said, raising an eyebrow.

You chuckled a little. It wasn’t like Jaebum to beg. “I’ll come back after the sun starts to rise, I promise.”

He groaned again, and it faded to a whisper in the back of his throat. He nestled his head back into the crook of your neck. “Fine. But I’m waiting here with you.”

He placed a hand in your lap, and you took his fingers in yours, rubbing gentle circles into his palm with your thumb. His chest rose and fell lightly, his breathing steady and deliberate. You gave him a peck on the head, admiring how content he looked half-asleep. He returned the favor by planting a chaste kiss on your neck as well, a token of his love for you. He lazily traced patterns on your back through your nightshirt, sending shivers up and down your spine.

The city below was picturesque, with lights peppered throughout otherwise pitch-black buildings. Billowing morning mist drifted through the buildings like a river around rocks, lapping at the sides of the structures and flowing throughout the streets. For once there was no noisy traffic, no crowds of people or blaring music. Just simple, tranquil silence. You wished that this moment could last forever, the two of you awake (well, partially at least) in a sleeping city, waiting for a steadily rising sun.

Of course, it couldn’t last forever, and pretty soon that moment faded from view.

A golden fire lit on the edge of the horizon, peeking through the cityscape and reflecting off of the windows of the still dark buildings. Gentle light streamed through the streets, chasing away the mist and illuminating the silvery clouds. Pinks, oranges, and reds rippled across the landscape, perforating the night and ambitiously donating color to the navy city. resplendent golden crowns decorated the tops of buildings, basking in the sunrise. this was the part you always cherished most about the mornings, seeing the breathtaking transition from night to day.

You let out a long sigh and gazed down at Jaebum. A gentle smile graced your features. You shook him softly.

“Hey, the sun rose.” You whispered. He lifted his head and rubbed his eyes. “We can go back to bed now.”

You started to get down from the windowsill, but he put a hand out to stop you. He climbed up to join you and leaned his back against the wall, pulling you onto his lap. 

“Let’s just stay here.” He mumbled, resting his chin on the top of your head.
“But you need to sleep-”

“I can take a nap later or something. This is more fun.”

You beamed. “Are you sure, Jaebum?”

He said nothing, but let out a content sigh.

For the rest of the morning, you two sat together, intertwined in each other’s arms.

You’re dating and they discover you’ve started self-harming again.

Tony: Self hatred was something that Tony was all too familiar with.  Not a day went by that he didn’t hate himself for one reason or another.  Today, he hated himself because he hadn’t noticed.  He had been completely oblivious to the way that you had secluded yourself more and more in the recent weeks.  He hadn’t noticed the fresh cut marks on your arms.  He had let you down.

He’d caught you coming out of the shower; meaning to be cheeky about it and hopefully coax you back into the shower with him.  Clad in nothing but a towel your new scars were all too visible against the cream towel.  Surprised, you pulled the towel closer to your body, twisting your arms in such a way that your scars were hidden, pressed against your chest.  “Tony.”  Before you could continue he had left the bathroom, silently stalking away to leave you to scramble to get dressed.

Changing quickly you came out of the bathroom to find Tony sitting on the bed, back leaning against the headboard with a pillow in his lap.  His fingers twirled and twirled around a stray thread of the pillowcase, eyes focused somewhere just over your shoulder.  Quietly you neared the bed; crawling onto the mattress and sitting shoulder to shoulder with Tony.

“It’s my fault.”  He began, meticulously wrapping the thread around his pointer finger to cut off the blood before slowly unwinding it again.  “Is it because I’m too caught up with work all the time?  Because I can spend less time in the lab.  We can take a week off.  A month off.  Hell, let’s travel for a year.  We’ll go wherever you want.  No work.  No distractions.  Just you and me.”

“Tony.”  You cut him off quietly.  “It’s not your fault.”  The tears in his eyes when he finally looked at you caused tears of your own to well in your eyes.

“How do I help you?  I thought we were on the right path.  I thought we were figuring it out.  Why didn’t you come to me?”

Sighing you wedged your arm between Tony’s own arm and his chest, curling against his side enough to lay your head against his shoulder.  “I’m sorry.”

His other hand came up to cradle your face as he turned his head and pressed his lips against the top of your head.  He hovered there for a long time, thumb brushing against your cheek as he held your face.  “I love you.  So much that it hurts.”

“I love you too.”

Steve: With a loud ‘oomf’ your back hit the floor pad once again, head cracking against the relatively soft padding as Steve wins the sparring match.  A big triumphant smile had him showing off all of his perfect teeth as he reached an arm down to help you back onto your feet.  Without thinking, you accept his offered hand, the sleeve of your hoodie riding up to expose the fresh scars lining your wrists.  The moment you were on your feet again you were pulling your sleeve back down, hoping that Steve hadn’t noticed.

He had, of course.  Almost nothing escaped Steve’s notice.  With a deep frown he kept your hand trapped in his own, keeping you anchored to him.  With his free hand he pulled up your sleeve enough to reveal the first of the line of scrrs before you violently pulled your sleeve back down.  “What do you think you’re doing.”

“Y/N…”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”  You caught him off guard by yanking your arm away from him hard.  Turning on your heel you stepped quickly.  “I’m going to shower off.”

                                                          ~*~*~*~*~*

You had hoped that by the time you were done showering Steve would have left the gym.  Purposely packing your gym clothes away slowly you hoisted the bag over your shoulder and slowly opened the door back into the gym.  Of course, Steve was seated on a bench close to the door.  Waiting for you.

“Ready to talk about it?”  He asked, rising to his feet as you started walking quickly out of the gym.  Easily he matched your pace, making sure to keep step with you no matter how fast or how slow you tried to move.

“No.”  You snapped.  “It’s not a big deal.”  Steve remained silent, hands stuffed in his pockets as you walked the halls quietly.  Reaching the room to your dorm, you sighed and glanced over at him.  “You’re not going away are you?”

“Not a chance.”

Huffing loudly you kicked open the door to your room and let your bag drop to the floor.  “Fine.  Let’s talk about it.”

Thor: “Y/N?”  Thor’s voice boomed from the bathroom.  Rolling over in bed, sleep still in your eyes, you let out a loud hum as answer.  Light from the bathroom interrupted the darkness of your bedroom when Thor opened the door, gingerly holding something between his thumb and pointer finger.  “What is this?”  Blinking to focus your eyes, the small razor became noticeable in Thor’s grasp.

“Where’d you find that?”  Sitting up now your heart began to beat a little faster, nervous kicking in.  Thor stepped forward to near the bed, holding the razor out like he thought you couldn’t see it properly.

“On the countertop.  Beside the sink.”  Mentally you cursed yourself for forgetting to put it away.  Holding out your hand Thor gently placed the razor in your palm.

“It looks like a miniature sword.  But it’s oddly designed.”  His blatant oblivion to what the razor represented calmed your nerves minutely.  “What is it used for?”  The bed dipped as he sat beside you.

Weighing the razor in your hand for a moment you deposited it on the nightstand.  “It’s used for cutting things, like a sword would be.  People usually use it for cutting paper, or string or something like that when they’re sewing.”

“What have you used it for?”  His question shocked you into silence.  While he had meant it to be innocent, there was a weight behind his words that he couldn’t understand.  Not unless you told him.

Slowly you pulled back the sleeve of your pajama top, revealing the stained white bandage underneath.  Thor’s giant hand quickly enclosed your own, brow furrowing as he frowned at the covered injury.  “You hurt yourself?” He asked, casting a menacing glance at the razor.

“I haven’t in a long time.  This week just,”  You paused, searching for the right words.  “This week was just tough.”  Nodding in understanding Thor released your hand and grabbed the razor instead.  Crossing the room with wide strides he dropped the razor into the trash can before coming back to the bed.

“Now it cannot hurt you anymore.”  Once again taking hold of your hand he tugged your wrist up enough so that he could press an innocent kiss against the bandage.

Clint: “Let’s have a lazy morning.”  Clint grumbled as you turned off the ringing alarm clock.  To accentuate his statement his arm flexed around your waist, holding you down.  Not that you were fighting to get up and start your morning.

“Work will miss us.”  You tried to reason.  Clint laughed behind you, breathing hot air against the back of your neck.

“No they won’t.  Besides, you deserve to relax a little bit.  Take your mind off of everything.”  His hand reached down across your body to gently wrap around your wrist, tugging your hand up to press a kiss to the pulse point of your wrist.

“How long have you known for?”  You asked, twisting around in his grasp to face him.  Letting go of your hand to rest it against his face Clint hugged your waist once again.

“A while.  You’re not a good liar, you know.”  Embarrassed, you let your eyes drop away from Clints face.  “Play hooky with me today.  Maybe it will help.”  With two fingers he tilted your chin back up to force you to look at him.

“Okay.”

Bruce: You hadn’t meant to cut as deeply as you had.  You’d tried to stifle it with towel after towel, and had finally managed to get it to slow enough to use a bandage, but that left a mess of blood stained towels across the bathroom floor and in the sink.  Knowing that Bruce was due home soon you did what you could to clean the blood, only managing to clean the sink before you heard the front door open.

Abandoning your cleaning venture, you slipped out of the bathroom and closed the door securely behind you.  Taking a deep breath you walked to the front hall, smiling softly when you saw Bruce hanging his jacket up by the door.  “Hi, honey.”  He smiles brightly, wrapping an arm around your waist and pecking you on the lips quickly.  As he went to move past you into the living room you grabbed onto the front of his shirt.

“I have to show you something.”  If you didn’t show him now, he’d find it later.  And while neither one was favorable, this was the best option.  Taking his hand you quietly lead him to the bathroom, opening the door to reveal the mess of towels still on the floor.  “I cut deeper than I meant to.  I couldn’t clean it up in time.”

Carefully detracting his hand from yours Bruce rolled up the sleeves to his button up shirt to his elbows.  Squeezing past you and the door frame he surveyed the bathroom with a weary look.  “Why don’t you go lay down on the couch and I’ll clean up here. Then we can have some tea.  Talk.”

“I didn’t mean to.”  You apologized.  Bruce smiled softly back at you before he began cleaning.

“I know.  But I don’t want you to worry about it right now.  Go relax.  I’ll be there soon.”

{Monsta X Reaction} to S/O having sleep paralysis

Scene: You’re lying there, tossing and turning because not a single position is comfortable. Eventually you lay on your back, but something’s wrong. It felt like someone was sitting on your chest, pinning your whole body down. Your eyes shoot open, but your whole body is stiff and it refuses to move, struggling to get a decent inhale of the cold night air, your conscience internally screaming at your body to move just a little. Just enough to wake your partner next to you. Tears slowly start to form and you’re scared of being stuck like this, but the fear only digs its nails further into your psyche when out in the corner of your eye you see this figure standing in the doorway. You can’t make out who it is, its face is completely blacked out, until it smiles. The tears now streaming down your face and all you want to do is move. When it felt like you were about to pass out from the lack of oxygen, the weight that was on your whole body was gone and so was the figure. You gasp loudly and began to sob even louder, waking your partner next to you.

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Pairing: Dean x Reader

Prompt: no idea, im just fuckin emo

A/N: im just going to be posting some WIPs that have been in my drafts…idk why i like pain.

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Back to the Past (Hamilton x Reader) 9 Final

Words: 1500+

Warnings: None dudes

A/N: hi you guys! thank you for this whirlwind of a rollercoaster series and i hope you like this last part! ahhh!

Part1 Part2 Part3 Part4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8


You blinked, appearing back in your bedroom. The sun was shining through the windows, burning your eyes. You quickly touched your back, feeling in there was a wound there. You lifted up your tank, but there was nothing, not even a scratch. You looked back at your laptop, seeing that it was still on the search bar with pictures of Lin. You groaned, placing your face in your hands.

Was that all a dream? Falling in love with Alexander Hamilton? Hercules Mulligan being in love with you?

Before even walking outside, you grabbed your laptop, and tried to research. Unfortunately, your internet was acting as ridiculous, so you gave up. You grabbed a pair of clean clothes and pants, and took a quick shower, tending to your showering needs. You heard your phone ring, and glanced at it. Your best friend, Erin, face popped up on the screen. You quickly answered the phone, placing it next to your ear.

“Erin, why are you calling me?” You asked harshly, throwing your light jacket over your shirt. You zipped up the clothing, and grabbed your keys, walking out the door.

“Did you forget? We’re going to see Hamilton today! Aren’t you excited?” She said happily into the phone, innocence in her voice. You wondered if she remembered what happened, but you reminded yourself that she said she always did.

“Are you excited to see Lin? To make him fall in love with you? Or how we could figure out how to break this loop?” You said, looking both ways before crossing the street.

“What are you talking about, Y/N? Did you just wake up or something?” She sounded innocent enough, and you knew her well, not hearing any lying in her voice. Still, you had to make sure she wasn’t playing any games with you. “What about the love square between me, you, Mulligan and Hamilton?” You asked, listening to her answer. She laughed into the microphone.

“You’re so silly, Y/N. I’ll see you in a half hour, don’t be late. We’re catching the two o'clock show.” She hanged up on you, leaving you staring at the phone.

Was it all a dream?


You made it to her house, and she was excited, showing no signs of her other self. She was giddy, telling you facts about the cast and the musical itself. You were still iffy about her behavior, standing ever so slightly away from her as the two of you walked to the theater.

“And he’s single, Y/N! Can’t you believe it?”

“Mhm, interesting.” You mumbled, lost in your thoughts. She snapped her fingers in front of you, and you blinked. “What?”

“You haven’t been paying attention, have you?” She asked, frowning. “Come on, this is your first musical. Be happy about it!”

“What else do you know about Alex? Like, how did he die?” You asked her, ignoring her comments. Her eyes brightened up again, and she began talking.

“So, there was this theory going around. After he was shot in a duel with Burr, he kept on mumbling on about reincarnation and this woman that he met. It was confusing, and there’s little information about it-”

You stopped walking, looking at her. “Wait, what? Do they know the girl’s name? What else did he say about reincarnation? Did he talk about a curse?” Erin rolled her eyes.

“Y/N, you didn’t care about this yesterday. What’s going on? Did something change your mind?”

“When you fall in love with someone it’s hard to just stop thinking about them…” You mumbled, walking again towards Richard Rogers Theater. She raised her eyebrow at you, but continued to walked down the street, unaware of the feelings that were churning inside you now.


You say in your seats, surprised that she was able to get some in the orchestra area, a few rows from the stage. You asked Erin how, but she just shushed you, pointing towards the stage. The lights dimmed, and the audience quieted down, besides some small murmuring and giggles. A man introduced the actors and their characters’ names.

“Okieriete Onaodowan playing as Hercules Mulligan/ James Madison, Anthony Ramos playing as John Laurens/Philip Hamilton, Daveed Diggs playing as Lafayette/Thomas Jefferson, and Lin Manuel Miranda playing as Alexander Hamilton….”

You moved to the edge of your seat, your eyes never leaving the stage.

As they began singing, you immediately recognized your friends. Laurens sang beautifully, no southern tang to his words. Lafayette didn’t have his French accent, and talked more than sang. Mulligan walked down, his deep singing voice resonating with you. Your eyes didn’t leave his figure, not until the lights appeared on him.

Hamilton stood in the middle, saying his name. The audience cheered and clapped at his entrance, and you saw a small smile form on his lips.

“Alex…” You whispered, looking at him. He still looked the same, except he was older, and still as energetic as before. His outfit was different than the ones you saw in the 1700s, much more loose and less stains of blood on them. They were obviously remakes, and it was interesting to see your boys in this world, and not the other.

The four of them danced, rapped, and sang across the stage, and you were so shocked, unable to even take a bathroom break when intermission came. Erin encouraged you to go with her, but you ignored her, not wanting to miss one moment that they were on stage.

You felt jealously rise in you when he and Eliza met, felt anger when he cheated on her, and you felt sadness when he was killed. But the line that surprised you, made you believe that this life you dreamed was not as fake as you thought. Right when he was talking to Eliza during one of the last songs. Those few words stuck with you.

“My love, take your time. I’ll see you on the other side. Raise a glass to freedom.” And the sound of the shot rang through you, making you touch your chest in shock.

He said the same words that you told him. When you were shot, you told him the same words. The lights dimmed on the last song, and everyone clapped, watching as each of the actors walked out onto the stage. You stood up and clapped as well, the tears still staining your cheeks.

Erin loved the show, talking to you about the performance as you two were walking out. You were smiling and agreeing, thinking about seeing the boys right there in front of you. You wanted to wait outside the theater for the actors to come out. To see if they recognized you. To see if they remembered like you did.

To see if Alexander still loved you.

There was a huge crowd, and you two were all the way in the back, unable to see the theater doors. And once they opened, screams were heard, and you put your hands over your ears, trying to see the actors. It was almost impossible, you couldn’t even see the tops of their heads. There were too many screaming teenagers, making your ears ring.

“Y/N, this is a bad idea! We can’t even see them!” Erin yelled at you. You ignored her, standing on your toes.

You needed to know.

You had to know.

“I’m going home! Meet me there?” She yelled, and you replied yes, barely listening to her. She walked away from the crowd, leaving you there. You stood there for another twenty minutes or so, never being able to actually see the boys.

You sighed, pulling your hat out of your bag and placing it on your head. You checked your watch for the time, seeing that it was already past six o'clock. Instead of going to Erin’s home like you planned, you took a walk around the city.

It felt the same as it always did, everyone in a rush to get somewhere, anger fuming from many, and the occasional catcalls. You grabbed a bite from one of the vendors on the street, walking slowly. You decided to walk into one of the many department stores, looking at nothing in particular.

Before you knew it, it was already past eleven. Erin texted you again to make sure you were okay. You sighed, answering her quickly. You then heard your phone ring, seeing her face show on the screen.

You answered the call, stopping in the middle of your walk. “Erin, I told you. I’m fine.”

“I know, I know, but, you know how the city is at night. I’m just making sure you’re okay.” Listening to her speak so caring to you was heartwarming, different from the Erin in what you assumed now was a dream.

“I’m fine, hon. I just, I don’t know, I just need some alone time. I’m going through a crisis.” You joked, kicking a soda can to the side. She laughed.

“Alright, when you come, I’ll have your favorite ice cream wait for you.”

“Can I eat out of the carton?” You asked, hopeful.

“Of course! See you soon.” You both said your goodbyes, and you hanged up. As you looked at the ground, you felt a hot liquid poured in your back. You hissed, cussing.

Coffee stained your sweater, and you could have sworn you had a third degree burn. (you were exaggerating, the pain was slowly going away). You looked up at the culprit, frowning.

His hair was pulled back into a bun, some hair falling out of the tie. His dark, Brown eyes were still the same, besides the bags that now laid underneath. He had a beard, different from the clean-faced man your remembered. You widened your eyes, realizing who was standing in front of you.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that. I just wasn’t paying attention and my friend oak was calling me and I just, it’s been a long day and I think I owe you another sweater. I swear I didn’t do this on purpose I-” His eyes met yours and he stopped talking. You both stood in silence, staring at each other.

“Y/N?” Your name came out of his mouth, barely louder than a whisper. It was the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. Your heart thumped.

“Alexander?” You gasped.

He remembered you, he knew who you were.


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"Lock n loaded" (m) | Yoongi 1k

Yoongi x You

Gun play!

Inspired by XXXTentacion.

Genre: Smut-Angst

“No I don’t love you, no I don’t care.“

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Originally posted by yoonkooks

☆*・゜゚・*:.。..。.:*・’ ☆*‘・*:.。. .。.:*・゜゚・*☆*・゜゚・*:.。☆

The reflection of his face still remained in my mind, looking down at a piece of paper, a Polaroid reminded me of our brighter times. We laughed, we cried, we shared so many memories. But now we don’t talk anymore.

I don’t want to feel blue anymore

We exist in the same house, within each other’s presences. Nobody talks anymore, I’ve been waiting for the day he’ll touch me again. He’s always staring hard like a rock, and he’s cold like stone.

His facial expressions nothing more than tired. I want to much from him, I’m greedy. I want a good self esteem, love, dreams.

He gave me all I ever could ask for, and yet I’m still blue and selfish. Always sat in a high chair getting spoon fed everything I wanted like a brat. I know.

His eyes lowered to the book he was reading, nothing new. He’d sit and ignore me until I spoke up.

I stood from my spot on the ground and made my way to him, my heart in my hand. His eyes left from the paper to me as I stood in front of him.


“Let’s break up.”


It was the middle of December the coldest month of the year. Almost as cold as his heart. Min Yoongi the cold harsh winter weather.

“Okay, lets.”

In the middle of December is when I realized I’d said goodbye to early. The uh-oh moment came the second I walked out that house. The moment I walked out his heart.

In the middle of December the color blue was common. So was the feeling, very common. With his baggage in my hand, I threw it down the stairs. How easily he said we should break up infuriated me.

“Get out!” I screamed at him from the top of the stairs, tears streaming down my face. “Why are you doing this Y/n.” His question only pissed me off more.

“Why’d you agree that we should break up? Am I not enough for you? Are you seeing someone else?” I wouldn’t stop till I got answers. I threw more of his belongings down the steps. He’d stood calmly down at the bottom of the steps, his hand on the railing.

He took a step at a time to reach me, I threw more shit down the stairs to stop him from coming any closer because I knew he’d charm me into coming back. “Don’t come near me.” I sniffed, the tears crawling down my cheeks.

His eye stayed the same his cold stare directed on me, still waking closer until he’d reach me. “If breaking up is what you think it’s best for you, then I’m not going to get in your way. I want what’s best for you.” His smooth deep voice sounded so annoying. The exact words I didn’t want to hear.

“That’s not whats best for me! What’s best for me is you! You’re the only thing that used to make me happy, now you’re so cold to me. We don’t even speak to each other. We haven’t had sex in months. I’ve missed you so much but your so close so I can’t say that I missed you. You have no idea how many times I’ve contemplated leaving you. But I can’t because I love you so much. I just don’t get the mutual feeling from you anymore. I just want you and your attention! I’m so needy It feels like I’m going to explode!” I cried out hitting his chest.

“Baby..” he grabbed my chin and lifted my head. “You’re too overwhelmed by me. I get it, it’s time for you to find someone who will suit you better than I will.” His words drew a tear from my red eyes. “I-that’s not what-” he cut me off with a kiss, an apology as if he’s made up his mind on leaving me. I pushed his shoulder but he didn’t budge.

I cried into the kiss, not wanting to let him go. “Please dont leave me Yoongi.” I pleaded against his lips as he picked me up and carried me to our room that would soon be only mine within the amount of a day. “Please dont go.” I cried as he placed me on the bed, taking of an article of clothing one at a time till we were both naked.

“Yoongi, please.” His hand held my cheek and let it slide down to my throat, over my breasts onto my waist and to my hips. Savoring his touch like it was the last, and it was.

He leaned down to kiss all over my face, down my neck and onto my chest. Hickies left along with bruises, he pushed my hips down into the mattresss more. “I’ll miss you deeply, the feel of your skin, your sweet tastes.” He sighed nipping at my side as he lowered his mouth to my thighs.

“Yoongi…” my voice a whisper. He kissed my thighs getting closer to my heat, he lifted both my thighs over his shoulders and glanced at me. The sight I hadn’t seen in months, his beautiful face between my thighs, needy eyes and ruffled hair. I would truly miss this.

I nodded, laying my head back tears falling from my eyes. I had to let him go, for my sanity.

He dove in, lips attacking my clit and tongue swirling. The sigh that passed my lips could’ve been mistaken as a pleasurable one but it was a sigh of regret. He hasn’t even left yet and I miss him so much. He groped my ass picking me up higher off the bed to reach his mouth more, the angle making me shut my eyes.

“Open your eyes.”

I kept them close, not wanting to remind myself of him. He stopped assaulting my clit and sat up, positioning himself at my entrance before pushing in. And out. And In. And out.

His pace quickening, flipping me on my stomach, fucking me from behind. Whimpers escaping my throat, “Yoongi please don’t.”

I knew that if he came he’d leave. He’d leave and not turn back.

He angled my head to kiss me, bitting my bottom lip as an apology. His hand on my hip pushing me further into the bed. My ribs started to ache from the position.

He whispered a small sentence along the lines of “Im sorry.” His words meaning more than anything to me. He was leaving now. I twisted around to grab him by his waist and pull him into me, “Don’t leave me. I can’t bare this by myself, I won’t know how to survive without you.”

“I’ll make a bet with you.” He spoke, his eyes flickering up to mine. “If I cum first, I’ll stay, but if you come first I have to leave.” I nodded my head and I kid you not, I flipped him into his back and put his hands above his head.

“Since this is a bet I’m going to take this seriously.” I whispered in his ear, I felt him shiver slightly. “I hope you do considering I’m on the line.” He whispered back. I frowned for a second but soon replaced it with a smirk. I knew how to get him off fast. “You have 5 minutes.” He reminded me.

I sat on his length my back to him as I rode him, I knew he always loved reverse cow girl-he’d love to see any sight of a pair of thighs and an ass. I remembered the first time we had sex, it was anything but innocent. I wasn’t skilled or experienced he was my first everything. But he was very experienced and i wasn’t his first.

Goosebumps gathered on my skin as i turned around to see his eyes closed with his lips parted, a low groan sounded, erupting from his chest. His hands squeezed at my hips, thrusting up into me as i rode him.

I turned around to face him and took his hands and placed them on my breasts, guiding him in kneading them as i let out a silent moan. If this might be the last time i see him, i want to make it count. Taking his hands once more i pinned them down and started grinding on him harder but slowly. It felt like my eyes rolled to the back of my head as I felt the overwhelming pleasure. But as i neared my climax it didn’t come to me.

Yoongi held onto my hips preventing me from moving. “You’re times up.” he spoke. I looked down at him his eyes were already trained on me. He smirked as his chest was rising up and down, he looked down at where we were connected, i followed his eyes. His cum was leaking out of me, i didn’t even realize he had came, he was so quiet about it.

My eyes shot up to his, wide with shock. “Are you going to stay…with me?” I hesitated. I could’ve lost him, forever.

Yoongi flipped me into my back, surprising me. “I couldn’t be able to leave you if I tried…” He leaned down, kissing my chest working his way up to my face. “I love you so much you make me crazy.” He nuzzled his face into the side of my neck. “Really?”

“Yes,” Suddenly a something hard and cold was pressed to the side of my head. “And you’ll never leave me right?” He asked, my eyes grew in size.

He had a fucking gun.

“Right, Y/N?” When i didn’t answer i heard a clicking sound from the gun, before the gun was moved to my lips. He parted my lips with the gun, my tongue pressed against the gun, he grabbed my chin holding me still as he pushed the gun farther into my mouth before pulling it out. “Suck it like how you suck me off.” He flashed a grin that showed his teeth while he trailed the gun from my chest over my breast to touch my sensitive nipples.

He put the gun back in my mouth after he positioned himself back inside of me, filling me up completely. My heart was racing from the feeling of him and the thrill of him being able to take my life at anytime.

“I can’t just let you not come tonight now can I?” Yoongi took the gun from my mouth and placed it on my stomach, wrapping my legs around him for a better angle inside of me. “Ah…fuck” The first verbal moan I let out. Yoongi looked so breathtakingly hot hovering over me with sweat dripping down his body. His thrust were sharp and magical, they sent me over the edge and I climaxed. Without fail Yoongi made me moan out his name.

I looked at the gun resting on my stomach then to Yoongi. “Please take my life.” I whispered, my chest falling and rising. “I can’t Y/N, i’m not done with you. I have so much planned for our future.” His psychopathic smile aimed toward me. Yoongis eyes were blown out i’ve never seen him like this, the fact that he had a gun and could take my life kind of scared me.

“But i want to die,” I grabbed his hand placing it over the gun, he gripped it, i brought it to my mouth and took it in. Yoongi stared with slightly wide eyes, his lips parted as i heard a click sound, before he pulled the trigger. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the blow that never happened.

“Isn’t it thrilling?” Yoongi asked.

“Isn’t it thrilling knowing I could end your life at any given moment?” He smiled down at you taking the gun from your mouth to push it under your chin to make you face him.

“There were no bullets.”

anonymous asked:

Im sorry for asking this but angsty to maybe fluffy??? soulmate au with tattoos or something of tsukishima and his fem soulmate, perhaps one of his fangirls sees the tattoo and tries to copy it and tricks him ionno ;___; my creativity is trash

a okay I can do this, sorry it took so long for me to write thank you for waiting but I promise this will be good!! - Admin Hope


Tsukishima Kei x Fem!Reader (Soulmate AU)

She was far too nervous to go up and talk to him. Knowing very well that herself and Tsukishima Kei were soulmates, her nerves tended to get the best of her. The middle blocker was outstandingly popular with girls and boys alike especially more so as the Karasuno volleyball club began to rise in popularity as there stats just continued to go up. 

It wasn’t until late in her second year that she noticed that Tsukishima was her soulmate. Seeing the intricate design in the heart tattoo on his wrist matched her. Yet something just made her withdraw from telling Tsukishima, which probably wasn’t the best of ideas. 

One day she heard rumors that Tsukishima’s soulmate had found him and confessed to him earlier that day. She was a bit taken aback from hearing that because in no way did she even come close to confessing to him. Seeing Tsukishima and the other girl together made her heart crumble. Yes the girl had the same tattoo that Kei did but it was impossible because that was the same tattoo that she had. Yet she had never heard of three people having the same tattoo anywhere before.

Walking back to her classroom and overhearing another group of girls begin to talk. “Momo is lying to Tsukishima-kun, her real tattoo is on her ankle I saw it during gym class. She just want’s to be with him because he is popular.” The girl says and her eyes widened. 

Rushing away to try and find Kei and tell him that she was in fact his real soulmate and not this ‘momo’ girl that was just using him. “Tsukishima-kun!” She called out and the blonde perked up looking behind him and down at the much smaller girl. “Momo is lying to you. Her tattoo is a fake, I can assure you. Her real one is on her ankle. I have your matching tattoo.” She said showing the boy her wrist. 

His eyes widened and his expression turned blank as he raised an eyebrow at her. “How do I know you aren’t the one that is lying?” He says and your heart crumbles. 

“W-why would I lie? I found out last year but I was nervous to tell you so I just put it off.” She mumbled and he clicked his tounge. 

“Shockingly enough I don’t believe you. The nerve that some of you have I swear.” He says walking away slightly pissed that anyone would have the nerve to straight up lie to him like that. 

“Kei!” He heard Momo’s voice ring out and he turned around. “You should come home with me tonight.” She said her voice almost too sweet for his liking. 

“I’m busy with volleyball practice.” He says truthfully and Momo sighs.

“I mean afterward, come on please?” She asks and Kei glances back at her rolling his eyes slightly at her persistence. 

“Okay fine whatever.” He mutters and walks off. He wasn’t sure why but he thought that the girl that he had talked to earlier might have been right. So taking the opportunity he might as well look into it.

***

“How long have you known that you were my soulmate?” Kei asks and Momo shrugs sitting back on her bed.

“Second year I believe.” She says starting to unbutton some of her uniform shirt buttons.

“And why haven’t you told me before now?” He asks spinning around in the chair.

“I don’t know, nervous I guess. You are pretty popular Kei.” She says and Tsukishima raises an eyebrow.

“You dont look like someone who would be very nervous.” He says thinking back to the girl from earlier today. Her yes very nervous, Momo not exactly. Kei stood from his chair sitting on the edge of the bed and grabbing onto Momo’s legs starting to pull down her socks. 

“Kei what are you doing?” She asks as nothing was to be seen on that ankle. He pulled down the other seeing the heart with a intricate design that definitely didn’t match his. He stood up from her bed his anger beginning to go through the roof. 

“You lied to me?” He asks his voice almost too calm to match his expression. “What the hell is wrong with you?” He asks grabbing his jacket and bag. 

“Wait Kei!” Momo yelled grabbing onto his arm but he pulled himself out of her grip. 

“Don’t touch me, don’t talk to me, don’t call me Kei.” He says leaving her room. He was so angry it wasn’t even funny, he didn’t even think he could let his emotions get this out of control.

He had to find that girl from this afternoon and apologize to her and say that he will do anything to make it up to her. How could he be so stupid as to disregard what she had said, the small girl didn’t look like the one to lie. He felt like such an idiot. 

Blow your candle out

This is an imagine for the light of my life @dolan-twin-trash. Happy birthday Miranda!!! Thank you for everything you have done for me, and just being one of the first friends I made in this family. You never fail to make me laugh, I feel like I’ve known you forever. Hope your nips are okay. Love you long time :)

Warnings: Fluffy/A smut attempt. Emphasis on ATTEMPT.

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I don’t remember falling asleep honestly, last thing I remember was successfully making the long drive home from the late shift without falling asleep at the wheel. I looked at the clock and it read 11:56 pm. How long have I been out for? Work has been taking a toll on myself lately, and sometimes the relationship I was in. Before my manager had moved me to work nights, my boyfriend Ethan and I would spend our nights together wrapped up together watching Netflix; or him wrapped in another thing. (If you get what I’m putting down.) 

I expected to hear Ethan snoring beside me, but to my surprise he wasn’t there. I looked at my phone and there were no messages either-weird. I got up from the bed and started taking my clothes off to wash off the day. Ice-cream becomes distasteful after looking at it for hours on end. 

“Not so fast.” I heard from behind, feeling arms roam my waste.

I turned around and saw Ethan smirking. “Hey baby.” I said kissing him. “How was your day?”

“It was good. Gray and I filmed, you’re gonna love it.” He said starting to kiss my neck. “But I think you’re gonna love something even more.” He pulled away from my neck, which I was pissed about to say the least. After the day I had, my body was ready for the Dolan-ness. “Look on the bed.” He chuckled.

There was a buttercream cupcake placed perfectly on the bed with a small box next to it.

“Ethan,” I whined. “I thought I told you no presents!” He came behind me and kissed my cheek. “According to the timer, your birthday is in 15 seconds.”

“ETHAN DOLAN DO NOT HAVE A COUNT DOWN!” I said laughing smudging the frosting all over his face. He started to run away counting down from ten as I ran behind him. As it go to five, I suddenly couldn’t find him. “4.” I heard from behind me. “3…2..” Then silence. I ran back to our bedroom to be suddenly pushed against the door. Ethan was so close to my face I felt his breath on mine. “1.” he whispered looking at my lips, then back to my eyes. We stood in silence for a little as our breathing became sync. He looked back up at me and smirked, before crashing his lips onto mine. As he deepened the kiss, I felt his hands start going up and down your waste, and then down to your butt. He slapped your ass motioning you to jump so he could bring you to the bed. You did as you were told.

Ethan then threw you onto the bed ripping his shirt off kissing your now exposed chest one kiss at a time.

“E-ethan.” you moaned out as he caressed your breast in one hand and sucked on the other. He knew what this did to you, but he knew what would make you wet even more. He worked his way back up to your lips and licked the bottom begging for an entrance. As the kiss deepened, you put your hand over the bulge in his pants. With one quick motion, he pinned your hands up above your head. His grip was so strong you couldn’t even think about moving. He looked up at you, and his hazel eyes were now dark filled with nothing but lust and desire.

“Nu-uh princess. Its your day.” He said kissing down your chest, then to your stomach and just above where your panties were. You threw your head back whimpering-you have never needed him to touch you more than ever.

“What do you say?” He growled spreading your thighs and kissing them up and down.

“P-please.” You whispered being consumed by the pleasure.

“Please what?” He said moving his hands up and over your core. 

“Please daddy. Please.” You moaned throwing your head back.

“Okay, anything for the birthday girl.” He said looping his finger around the hem and pulling them off. He propped your legs up on his shoulders and secured himself in-between you. He then kissed your clit and sucked on it knowing this would send shivers up your body. Taking one finger, he slid it up and down your slit wanting you to beg for it.

“Ethan I swear to god.” You said placing your hands in his hair trying to move his head down. “That’s not my name.” He chuckled knowing how this was driving you insane.

“Daddy eat me.” You begged, and so he did. Licking and sucking your core. Pumping his fingers in and out of you, making you scream for him. But then in the midst of it all it occurred to you, you didn’t blow out your candle. And then you had an idea.

“Daddy, stop.” You said sitting up.

“What’s wrong princess? Did I hurt you?” Ethan said concerned looking for any sign of harm. 

“No no,” you said biting your lip. “I just remembered I didn’t get to blow out my candle.” Ethan looked at you like you had finally lost your mind.

You crawled over to him, which definitely turned him the fuck on.

“I said. I didn’t get to blow out my candle.” You growled in his ear.

“But baby-I wanna please you. It’s your day.” He stammered, knowing you had made him hot and bothered.

“Let me make my wish.” You said sliding off the bed facing between his legs. Ethan stared at you in awe of how hot, and dominant you were being unzipping his pants. You could see the boner rising in his boxers as you inched closer. 

Sliding his boxers off, you took his member in your hands and started to pump slow trying to drive him as crazy as he did to you. Taking your time licking up and down his shaft not even thinking about putting it in your mouth yet.

“Miranda, I swear to fuck if you-” Ethan started to moan before taking his hands and ramming his dick in your mouth making you gag. Tears of pleasure started to pour out of your eyes as he controlled your head by bobbing it up and down at a fast pace. You clenched onto his thighs not caring how deep your scratches were becoming.

“Oh baby girl you know just what to do with that tongue.” He said starting to slowly lay back. “Keep going you know just what Daddy likes.” 

I did what I was told. Licking my tongue up and down Ethan’s dick like a goddamn lollipop focusing right at the tip. I ran my two fingers at the top and bottom of his tip while my other hand pumped faster than ever, when his dick twitched I knew my wish was about to cum (lmao) true.

“In your mouth now princess.” Ethan commanded. I closed my lips tight around his shaft and sucked in, making my way slowly up to the tip. 

“B-baby girl.” He whispered holding tight onto my hair. “Happy birthdayy”.” He said and with that I felt the warmth of his cum fill my mouth. 

We laid there together panting in silence. After a few minutes, I looked over at my boy who was staring right back at me holding the box that ended up on the floor.

“Come up here princess.” He waved to me. So I did, wrapping myself in our comforter snuggling up to him. He handed me the small box, and as I untied it I saw it was from Tiffany.

“You didn’t.” I whispered looking at him. He smiled big and kissed me.

“Anything for the birthday girl.” He said.

anonymous asked:

who do you think will be produce 101 top 11 center?

!!WARNING: LONG BORING POST!! 

I’m going to answer these asks together since they ask overlapping questions~

For the anon that asked who my ideal top 11 are, this post is already horribly long so I’m just gonna link you to a previous ask where I recently answered this here.  


A few weeks ago I would have said Park Jihoon would be center in a heartbeat, now things are more complicated. After episode 6 came out and Jonghyun was first, I went back and looked at the numbers to see how that could have happened. 

First, take a look at who the top 4 have been in the rankings. Note: the Ep.5 and Ep.8 were elimination rankings.

If you take this data at face value, it seems like Jihoon will be center in the end based on previous rankings. Now let’s take a look at the numbers for the 1st elimination rankings (Ep.5).

I have highlighted trainees that have been or are currently #1 or #2 and have not dropped below #4 (ex. Samuel dropped below #4 so he is not highlighted):

The “% of On.Votes” column refers to what percent of the total online votes the trainee received. It’s calculated by dividing a trainee’s online votes (which are the total votes minus onsite votes) by the total online votes cast. I got the idea from this post on /r/Broduce101 so all credit to /u/namhyung; I did, however calculate this data by myself so our numbers may differ by a teeny bit because of the way we rounded. 

Things to note:

  • It’s very evenly spread. Jihoon may have dominated for 4 rankings but the numbers show that it wasn’t a huge “wall” like some people put it. It’s still very very impressive, though.
  • There was an 8.08 percentage point difference between 1st and 2nd trainees but only a 0.72 percentage point difference between 2nd and 3rd <– so yes a small wall. 
  • Everything below Jihoon was even more evenly spread. This means rankings are very close and there aren’t any trainees that are insanely popular among all voters.
  • This really shows you that no one was safe in top 11, which was more or less confirmed with the shocking rankings in Ep.8

Now let’s look at the numbers for the 2nd elimination rankings (aka Ep.8):

Things to note:

  • The total number of online votes grew by 125.53%!!! Either more people started actually voting or people are finding ways to vote more than once per day. It could be a mixture of both, tbh.
  • Trainees who have been #1/#2 at some point are now clustered together- these are your locks for debut, I would say. 
  • Top 3 popularity increases: Youngmin’s popularity increased 25.87  percentage points, Jonghyun’s increased by 19.78 percentage points, Guanlin’s increased 11.39 percentage points.
  • An interesting note: Jaehwan’s popularity only increased 0.6 percentage pointsbut he jumped 7 ranks.
  • Jonghyun has managed to get the majority of online votes which is impressive considering how many people are voting.
  • The difference between #1 and #2 is 9.59 percentage points, that’s an increase of 1.51 percentage points from the first ranking difference. 
  • There was only a 0.42 percentage point difference between #2 and #3- compared to the 0.72 percentage pont difference of the 1st eliminations. This is interesting because it shows you how close Guanlin and Jihoon are in voting popularity.
  • We’re starting to see the top 11 (not counting #1) be a little more spread out but still very close. They rarely differ more than 2.7 percentage points.
  • This means that rankings are still not stable even though these trainees have a higher chance.
  • A really interesting note: Minhyun had more online votes and a higher percentage than Youngmin BUT Youngmin’s 10,651 onsite votes pushed him ahead. This is the only case in top 11 where the benefit actually helped someone. 

Some thoughts:

Keep in mind that votes reset after episode 5 (on May 5th) and closed after episode 7 (May 20th) so Jonghyun’s votes were gathered in a span of 2 weeks. In comparison, the first voting period lasted 3 weeks (from April 7 to May 29). So it’s INSANE how much voting grew in just 2 weeks. It’s also crazy to me how many votes Jonghyun gathered in just 2 weeks (im so proud, im sorry). Don’t misunderstand me though, I’m not using this to say “he’s better” or “he’s going to be #1 forever”- It just stood out to me and makes me happy. :)

That being said, I don’t think Jonghyun or Guanlin are locks for center. Either would need more than 60% for me to feel confident in their position as center. In season 1, by episode 8, Somi and Sejeong both had over 60% of the total online votes for both eliminations. Keep in mind that Mina was being carried in large part by Sejeong before the 1 pick so that’s why she’s so high up compared to Somi; Mina dropped to 15 after 1 pick started. 

This season is just too volatile. Voters aren’t voting based on companies and they’re being more strategic in voting. For example: some people filled their top 11 with low ranked trainees + their fave so that they kept the votes of “threat” people low.

We are, however, getting a loose sense of who might probably be top 11, unless they have a controversy so someone else gets a better edit. The percentages of the top 11 grew from an average of 36.02% in the first eliminations to 39.97% in the recent eliminations- which can be interpreted as: the current top 11 is more popular than the one in episode 5. 

Jihoon’s percentage of votes decreased by 3.32 percentage points. This makes sense because at the start most people probably chose him because he was the trainee that had the most exposure on SNS. What’s impressive is that he was still 1st despite little screen time. But now, people are solidifying their picks and are either seeing him as a threat or think he’s popular enough to make it without their votes. Now that we have 2-pick he might lose a little more because people aren’t going to use him to fill their top 11, but his overall fandom might be enough to propel him back to #1 (similar to how Somi’s fandom really rallied behind her after S1E8). 

Lastly, for fun, I decided to calculate Ep.10 votes based on the past 2 sets of data. Please keep in mind this was just done for fun and the actual rankings won’t look even close to this because 2 pick is really going to shake things up + you never know what may cause trainees to raise or fall:

In conclusion, I have no life so I went overboard with his answer. The simple way to put it: I have no idea who will be center, but it’s looking like it’ll be someone from the current top 4 UNLESS they don’t have a pairing for 2 pick (ex. Jonghyun has Minhyun, Jihoon has Baejin, etc).

Top 11 is also not stable- with the right/wrong edit or moment any trainee can fall or rise, but given the percentages I’d say that the for sure locks are: Jonghyun, Guanlin, Jihoon, and Daehwi because all have shown growth (sometimes despite controversy) and/or remained stable- they would need a big controversy (like poor Youngmin) to get them out of top 11. Everyone below them has a higher chance of making it, but it’s not a stable chance. Trainees that are not paired up might fall (Dongho, Youngmin, Jaehwan) and trainees that are paired up with popular trainees (like Baejin w/ Jihoon, Seonho w/ Guanlin) will rise. 

If anyone has any questions and or wants to yell at me for getting something wrong feel free to send me a private message~

heatherlanntheclever  asked:

Is there any chance of a happy ending for the Lannisters? I know they are awful people but why develop their motivations and give each of them a genuine moment of compassion if they are just going to murder each other? Every other POV gets a moment of truth/redemption why not the children of Tywin/Patriarchy/Aerys and Disability? I'm a bad person myself so I need to believe the Lions can defy themselves and prophesy and overcome their nature or what's the point? Not all of us are born Starks.

Hey! So it’s gonna take me a few minutes to answer your question, but I promise I’m gonna get there.

In one of the other shows I watch, an actor commented on the banality of evil. He said that evil is something commonplace. Given the right circumstances, great acts of evil could be committed by your neighbors, or your friends, or you, or me. Because evil is so easy. “The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.” You needn’t be a monster like Gregor to commit evil; you need only be human. 

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New Neighbor

Challenge 07: Breathless
Genre: Fluff
Character: Jaebum

Plot: You try to get close to your new neighbor Jaebum by stalking joining him on his morning run.

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Here’s the thing. Your mom always taught you to be kind to your neighbors. When you’re out of town for a business trip, who’s the most likely to help babysit your cats? Your next door neighbor. And what if one day you get kidnapped, who will be the first to notice you go missing? Your next door neighbor, of course.

So when sweet old Mrs. Baek moved out and was replaced with a chiseled, leather-clad, young man, you were determined to make him your next insurance. But here’s the other thing…you and the elderly, you guys mesh like peas in a pod! But young men your age, particularly handsome, chiseled, leather-clad men…not so much.

“What do leather-wearing young dudes like, Tuna?” you asked your orange tabby as you dug your way through the ingredients in your fridge.

Your grey cat, Sundae, purred against your legs at the sight of the open fridge. You smile at the hungry feline before closing the fridge and picking her up into your arms.

“Sundae? Shall I make him sundae, Sundae?” you coo, snuggling into the grey ball of fluff. You put your cat down and settle down on the kitchen floor, thinking seriously about making him a meal. Young men usually liked home cooked meals right?

You rise back up, determined to start cooking. You weren’t the best cook out there, but you weren’t bad either. Besides, it’s the thought that counts, right?

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And so there you were, at his front door with three containers full of sundae, scallion pancakes, spicy rice cakes and a thermos full of kimchi chigae. He was bound to like one of these. You stood at his door for another minute, trying to gather your thoughts.

Say hi.

Introduce yourself.

Remember to smile.

Please don’t stutter.

Be confident, Y/N!


And then the door flew open, catching you off guard. Your eyes grew wide as you found yourself standing right in front of your new neighbor. He was even better looking up close.

“F-f-f-food…” your stupid mouth managed to bumble out.

“Huh? Uhh…I didn’t order anything,” he looked at you confused. You could feel your face growing hot with embarrassment as you shook your head in reply.

“Ah, no, umm…I meant…” you let out an exhausted sigh, closing your eyes to compose yourself. _Imagine he’s an old man. An old man like Mr. Lee from down the street. “Hi.”

He let out an amused chuckle. “Hello?”

You smile, a bit relieved. He looked less scary when his eyes were curled into crescent shapes.

“Umm, I’m sorry,” he said again, breaking you away from your trance. “I’m a little busy right now.”

“Ah…okay,” you mutter as you watch him pass you by and enter the waiting taxi across the street.

You looked at the bags of food in your arms in defeat. Sighing, you place the food by his door. You’ll just tuck a note in there to let him know your intentions. You were going to make him like you whether he wanted to or not.

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A week passed and you made no progress. In fact, you had actually lost your Tupperware in the process. But were you going to give up? Absolutely not!

“Absolutely not!” you said aloud to Tuna and Sundae as if to reassure yourself. Ignoring your newfound energy, the cats stretched lazily before going back to their evening nap. You walked to your closet, hesitantly taking out your workout gear.

Every morning, without fail, your neighbor had gone running. Afterword though, he would disappear in a taxi and wouldn’t come back until late at night. You knew this from the two loud slams of the door he made when leaving for the day and then coming back home. You wonder if he had even eaten your home cooking. Nevertheless, you set your alarm clock to 5AM sharp. You were determined to be a kind neighbor!

But at the violent ring of your phone alarm going off at dawn, you suddenly didn’t feel so kind. You groaned, forcing yourself to rise from the safe and warm embrace of Tuna and Sundae who were snuggled closely across your neck and leg.

The cats groaned at your rustling but found solace in the warm empty space you left behind. You rolled your eyes at them, wishing you could switch places with them. Although you had to admit, if Tuna and Sundae were in your place they probably would’ve already been good old friends with your neighbor by now.

With one last exhale, you changed into your workout gear and reluctantly left the house. Outside was still cold. The sun hadn’t even risen yet. You looked across your yard to his door. No sign of life. After standing at your door for a few minutes you started to worry if he had already gone running.

But to your relief his door opens and there is your handsome neighbor in his running gear that hugs him in just the right places. You blush when he turns your way. He gives you a slight nod before walking down his steps. You follow quickly.

You were so determined to meet him again that you actually hadn’t planned what you were going to say when meeting him.

“M-Morn-” you started as you approached him.

However, maybe you had said it too softly, but he began lightly jogging away. You blushed with embarrassment, feeling silly after being ignored. But you were already outside and squeezed tightly into workout clothes you hadn’t worn since last summer. Nothing was going to stop you now!



And then he started sprinting.

You huffed after him, feeling your heart beating violently against your chest as your face grew hot with exhaustion. The cold morning air wasn’t much help as it entered your lungs, leaving you wheezing desperately.

You slowed to a stop, landing on the grass in defeat. By now he was already long gone out of your sight. You heaved in disappointment, trying to catch your breath and soothe the ache in your shins.

“Maybe this wasn’t a good idea,” you mutter to yourself, blowing at the hair in your face. You stretch out your legs, staring at the sky that was slowly glowing with soft orange hues. At least you had a pretty sunrise to pacify your painful exhaustion.

As you watched the sun slowly rise from the horizon, you could understand why he got up so early. This was a pretty sight to see.

You were ready to walk back home now when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around, tearing your eyes from the sky only to see your neighbor looking at you with concern.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, taking a seat beside you.

“A-ah, y-yeah,” you quickly mumble, trying hard not to stare at the sweat running down his face and dripping to his collar bones.

“I’m Im Jaebum by the way,” he introduced, sticking out his hand towards you. You take his hand gently, trying hard not to smile too widely.

“Y/N,”

“Sorry about before, Y/N,” Jaebum looked at you with a sheepish smile. “I didn’t mean to be rude when I walked away suddenly.”

You shake your head vigorously. “No, no it’s okay. I was the one who stopped by so suddenly.”

He looked at you for a moment. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’re wheezing.”

You turned red with embarrassment, trying to breathe less so he wouldn’t hear.

“I’m fine,” you mutter with constricted lungs.

He laughed, his eye curling as he patted your back soothingly. “No, please, breathe normally. The wheezing should subside once your body finds its balance again. Do you have asthma?”

You shake your head, watching as Jaebum grabs hold of your hand, placing two fingers softly against your pulsating wrist. You blush. His fingers are a bit rough but have a warm touch.

“Must be the cold air then. Don’t force your body to run too hard, it’ll only hurt your body more in the long run.”

You nod softly, glancing up at his face as he stares down at your wrist. At a closer look, he didn’t seem as scary as he did in his leather jacket. His brown hair fell delicately over his eyes. He was literally glowing with the sun shining on his face.

You gulped, looking back down before he caught you. “Are you a doctor?”

He lifted his head with a smile. “No, actually I work at a local clinic. I’m a physical therapist for people with disabilities.”

“So you’re a doctor,” you smiled, noticing his tone shifting as he talked about his profession.

He chuckled softly, a glint in his eyes at seeing your own smile. “Tell my parents that.”

“But you are!” You say, trying not to yell it. “Sounds like you’re doing something great and meaningful. What parent wouldn’t be proud of a son like you?”

He looked away shyly. “You’re really good with your words.”

You laugh at this. “Actually, I’m a writer. Nothing big though, just small stuff for a magazine.

“Oh really? I’d love to read some of your stuff.”

You chuckle. “My cats will be so relieved to know I’ve found someone new to read to.”

Jaebum’s ears perked up at this. He turned to you with a wide smile. “Cats?”

“Tuna and Sundae,” you say proudly. You could see his eyes widening with excitement.

“I have three cats,” Jaebum said enthusiastically. “Nora, Odd, and Kunta.”

You can’t help but squeal a little. You loved meeting fellow cat lovers. You wheezed out a cough, your lungs constricting from the feelings of excitement. Jaebum laughed, rubbing your back again.

“You don’t run much do you?” he chuckled.

You blush. “Not really. To be honest, I was just trying to talk to you…so I could formally introduce myself.”

He grinned. “You know you could just knock on my door, right?”

“But where’s the excitement in that?” You joke. “I’m a writer remember?”

“Ah, of course, of course.”

“But in all seriousness, it did feel like this was my only option. You leave so early and don’t come home til late at night.”

“Ah yeah, sorry about that. My schedule has been hectic since I’ve just moved in.”

“No need to apologize. I feel sorry for your cats though.”

“Oh, I see you’re the guilt-tripping type.”

You laugh, halfway coughing again, but the pain was all worth it. I mean, look at you now, having a better conversation than you’ve ever had with Mr. Lee or Mrs. Baek. “Did you try the food?”

He stopped rubbing your back and gave you a thumbs up. “It was the best meal I’ve had in years!”

You look up in surprise. “R-really?”

He nodded. “I’m so grateful to have such a kind neighbor.”

“Ayy, you shouldn’t eat random food outside your door though,” you teased, trying to hide the blush growing from his compliment.

He chuckled. “But you left a note.”

“Ah, that’s true,” you agreed thoughtfully.

“I’m sorry about the containers. I’ve been meaning to give them back to you, it’s just…”

“Oh, it’s alright. Take your time, I know you’re a busy person,” you reassure him with a smile. He looked at you, his cheeks turning slightly pink. He rubbed the nape of his neck, looking away from you.

“I guess that too, but…mostly, I’m just not good at talking to pretty girls.”

Your eyes widen as your lips curl into a smile reflexively. “P-pretty?”

“Ahhh~!” he yelled in embarrassment, hiding his face in his arms. You laugh as his ears go bright red. You were glad you weren’t the only one feeling shy.

“And this whole time I thought you were going to be a scary new neighbor,” you chuckle. “Turns out you’re just a soft cat dad.”

He chuckled, lifting his head from his hands. “Well, turns out you’re prettier in person.”

You blushed, looking away shyly.

“I mean, kind of a stalker too,” he added jokingly. “But seeing as you’ve suffered enough this morning, I’ll let it slide.”

He winked at you teasingly.

“You should stop by my clinic one day,” he offered. “Some physical therapy might help you out.”

You roll your eyes at all his teasing.

“Well, if you’re being so kind, I’d also like to offer my hand in caring for your cats when you’re gone. Since I work at home,” you grin mischievously. “Some human presence might help them feel less neglected.”

Jaebum stared you down, his mouth slightly open in dismay.

“Wow, Y/N, you’re kind of savage.”

“But still pretty right?” You smile sweetly. “Jaebum-sshi, I’m pretty right? Still pretty?”

Trying to conceal his smile, Jaebum rose from his seat on the grass. You laugh, watching him walk away. You quickly rise, following after him, giggling the whole way home as he tries his best to ignore you. 

Does anyone else remember this pop song from around 2008?

by reddit user hartijay

I used to work on my university campus radio station in college. We used to talk about current events around the school, any news around the surrounding town, and played requested songs for students, something our school surprisingly allowed. I remember a very weird couple of months where students who tuned into the show constantly requested a song called “See You After, Babe”, a pop song by some one-hit-wonder group called Symmetry Icon, the dumbest name for a band I’ve ever heard. But that song was huge around October and November of 2008. As one of the campus radio’s DJs, I had to play that song over like a hundred times in two months. I heard it everywhere, in malls, gas stations, on real radio stations, and I think even on MTV.

Something was weird about that song, but I couldn’t remember exactly what. I tried Googling the song and band, but nothing came up in the results for either. Not even YouTube had a single clip of the song.

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anonymous asked:

Hey there! So, something recently made me disappointed with some fans of mysme. I've seen some fans who attempt to change the settings (mostly to Japan or America). I once met someone who full on gave them English "nicknames" because she didn't want to attempt to pronounce or use their proper names. I don't know if I'm overreacting or anything, but it bothered me. So, can you do random HCs to honour Korean culture? Like going on vacation somewhere in Korea, or celebrating a 100 days anniversary?

A/N: why do people do that wtf?? I mean i know we somewhat change the culture when we write certain requests pertaining to how an mc looks because sometimes the culture doesn’t really look kindly on the appearance but as someone who isn’t korean, i can’t get into the mentality to reject a request like that or anything, ya know?? Because it can be harmful and hurt someone (i keep it in the back of my mind what the actual view is so i dont just…. disregard it, but i do feel terrible for not addressing it) but i’d never completely REJECT the culture and change their names or anything because just what the fuck ~Admin 404

ALSO IM NOT KOREAN SO I HAD TO RESEARCH A L O T FOR THIS REQUEST BUT STILL COULDN’T WRITE MUCH- AND I MEAN I RESEARCHED REALLY HARD BECAUSE IM A NERD AND ENJOY LEARNING ABOUT OTHER CULTURES BUT IF SOMETHING IS WRONG PLEASE LEMME KNOW

I’m sorry it’s so short omfg

               -Okay y'all, I’m pretty sure Zen knows traditional dances and our MC has to beg him for DAYS to teach them one. Any of them. Buchaechum (fan dance), Nabichum (butterfly dance), even Ilmu (line dance). Any of them. All of them. Just- JUST TEACH MC ZEN, DO IT

               -LOTUS LANTERN FESTIVAL IN HONOUR OF BUDDAHS BIRTHDAY! It’s a celebration that everyone in the group makes time for! Seeing all of the gorgeous lights and lanterns is enough to put everyone in such a good mood! The group makes it into a slight competition- who can bring MC the prettiest lantern? Winner gets a kiss on the cheek from MC! yeees mc, yes

               -Jumin has THE MOST BEAUTIFUL terraced garden you’ve ever seen in your life. He invites you over to help him with it every now and then. It relaxes him and hopes that it could do the same for you! The two of you could spend hours sitting by the lotus pond, drinking some sort of imported and expensive tea this rich guy has to have, talking about anything and everything plus helLO YOU’D GET TO SEE JUMIN IN SWEATPANTS

               -Jaehee. In. Hanbok. Think about this for a little bit. Colourful, beautiful, and just- what else can I saY???? JAEHEE IN HANBOK

               -YOOSUNG LOVES CELEBRATING HIS VERY FIRST 100 DAYS ANNIVERSARY he might not have a ton of money to spoil you like he’d like to, but he does get really creative and goes hardcore. Takes the knowledge he’s gained from all of the clubs he’s been in and makes you a ton of gifts! Coffee, cards, dinner, he makes it all just for you! He does it every 100 days though so he has to get more and more creative about it and sometimes has to go to the rest of the RFA for some ideas (MATCHING SHIRTS AND HE’S EVEN BOUGHT YOU A COUPLE’S RING BECAUSE HE WANTS TO SHOW PEOPLE HE HAS A S/O THAT HE LOVES VERY MUCH)

               -Remember when Jumin called Yoosung’s mother and he was so mad he promised to slap him with Kimchi? Ya know how Kimchi is a symbol for Korea and is considered strong? Well he definitely gave Jumin a hard slap if that counts; MC has it on video and all you can hear is the *smack* and Saeyoung laughing in the background

               -You and Saeran have had a few drinking contests, and Saeyoung cannot believe how many bottles of soju the two of you can go through?? How are you both still breathing?? It’s even worse when you add Zen into the mix, it’s as if doesn’t work on any of you. Yoosung gets one shot and he’s out for the rest of the night

               -Jaehee and MC plan a hike at least ONCE a month because the poor girl needs fresh AIR and it’s good for the both of you, y'all get out there and earn those pajeons (fritters) and dong dong ju (rice wine) at the top of that mountain!

               -You and Yoosung have to drag Saeyoung out of the house sometimes, but the three of you end up at an internet cafe more often than you’d like to admit. One time though, there was one person in LOLOL who kept killing all three of you, and the anger just kept rising- which meant the voices kept rising as well. The person on the other side of you all kept trying to stifle a laugh each time. In the Rage of Saeyoung™, he almost flipped the table until he realized the one beating you all was Saeran on the other side

               -YOU CAN’T TELL ME SAEYOUNG, MC, AND ZEN HAVEN’T TRIED TO RECREATE SOME KPOP VIDEOS

               - You also can’t tell me that Jumin hasn’t tried to dance along to a few every now and then; MC has a picture they keep to themselves in remembrance

               -You and V watch the movie Shiri almost religiously?? When the two of you have movie marathon dates, it’s played at least once (“IT’S A CLASSIC, MC. CLASSIC”)

               -It’s hard to go on any dates with Saeran, but you did get him hooked on a few different K-drama’s and he reminds you constantly that he HATES YOU because of it. Don’t you DARE watch an episode without him because the boy can hold a grudge

               -K A R A O K E!!! All of you. Almost every weekend. Competitions. Somehow Saeyoung tends to win them except that one time you convinced Jumin to participate and WOW okay

*Good Friend* Newt x reader

◘ anonymous asked:

So, I asked you this back when I didn’t have any account and I think it wasn’t sent. Newt shows his s/o and Jacob (or anyone else) new beast he rescued, and Jacob makes a movement that scares it and it tried to attack to defend itself, but Newt pushes him away in time, getting hurt instead. Maybe it’s something dangerous and he is about to die but reader knows of a cure with plants and heals him in time. Then scolds him for always putting himself In danger to help his friends.

♦ I’m assuming the s/o in this is the reader? Anyway, had some time before work to write today! I hope you enjoy! 

WARNINGS: Mentions of blood.

Newt Scamander was a lot of things. Loving, caring, passionate… and above all, a good friend. He would go just about anywhere or do anything to help a friend. This was something you had always admired about him and just one of the many things that drew you to him all those years ago while attending Hogwarts. 

Today you were inside the case, your no-maj friend, Jacob Kowalski, with you and helping you tend to Newt’s creatures. Jacob had been inside the case many times before but he had still never met all the beasts that were kept inside. 

Newt was currently near the Nundu habitat and as Jacob peered from were he was with Dougal, he decided you wanted to finally see the creature up close. Newt was more than happy to oblige and carefully walked Jacob over, you beside him, to meet the beloved Nundu. 

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Kiss It Better Chapter 11

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3 Chapter 4  Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9  Chapter 10

You awaken to soft kisses on your lips. You didn’t even realize you’d been asleep.

“Mmmmm” you smiled knowing those lips anywhere.

“Hey baby girl. You trying to suffocate yourself while I was gone?” he awaited your answer but the kisses didn’t stop.

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Wrong Time, Wrong Place

Originally posted by hunters-hiraeth

Pairing: Gabriel x reader

Words: 1200+

Warnings: Angst (with no happy ending this time)

Summary: With Lucifer catching up to him, Gabriel has to abandon you as a last resort

A/N: This is something I wrote ages ago but didn’t post. I wanted to post something but I didn’t want to rush my current WIP. Sorry!

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Your name: submit What is this?

You were at Bobby’s, on your phone before it happened, scrolling through some form of social media. You smiled when you heard the familiar flapping of wings announcing the return of the archangel.

You got up to say hello to Gabriel, but he ignored you and walked straight ahead into the study.

“Gabe? What are you doing?” You asked.

“Lucifer is hot on my trail.” Gabriel said, still focused on his work. “I can’t let him find you.” The archangel snatched some things up and threw them in a bowl. Gabriel dipped his fingers in the red paste, and began to paint symbols on the far window.

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Guardian Angel - Lee Daehwi Requested Scenario

who is this for? @aghoese

Word Count: Are You Serious

Genre: FLUFF

Message?: I love Daehwi sm i stg

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BEEP BEEP. BEEP BEEP.

My alarm. 6:30am. Monday. Another start of a week of hell.

I used to enjoy school, every moment of it. My friends, the teachers, okay some of the classes were a bit boring, but I did okay in them. And then, for some unknown reason, all my friends were gone; turned against me. I started failing class and anxiety flared up.

I guess it’s not that bad, it could be physical bullying, which it’s not. Just verbal but to me that hurts just as much. I don’t have much mental strength anymore, I don’t know what to do.

I forced myself up and got ready for school, leaving the house at 7:45 just like I always do for bell to go at 8:25.

I felt scared every corner I turned, like someone was going to be there, ready to taunt me.

I turned the final corner; through the school gates.

I felt my cheeks heat up as I heard them approaching behind me. It’s okay. Keep cool. They’re fine. They’re not going to hurt you.

But today they had other plans in mind as Mina, my ex-best friend, shoved me down, scraping my knee.

It’s just a little scrape Y/N, you can do this. I looked around, seeing if Mina had gone when I made eyecontact with Lee Daehwi. Mina’s crush. Fuck. Shit. I adverted my eyes as quick as I could, trying to ignore the sympathetic look in his eyes.

A few hours later, three periods had gone by. Lunch, two more periods and then we were out of there, it was over for Monday. But that’s not what Mina and her gang had planned. See I was stood at my locker, but my locker was placed in the most convenient place for Mina. Hidden under the stairs. So as I was putting away my books, someone tapped on my shoulder, making me turn round when Wonho, Mina’s friend slapped me hard round the face.

I gasped at the impact of his hand, gripping my cheek. It had never been like this before. I looked around, there was no where that I could escape. As I looked around I felt a panicky sensation rising in my chest, my breathing getting faster and my hands getting shakier. Oh no, god no. Not a panic attack. Not now.

“That was new wasn’t it?” Wonho taunted.

I opened my mouth but nothing came out.

Wonho imitated me by opening and closing his mouth several times.

“Can’t do anything now, can you Y/N?”

I felt my breath getting faster and faster as I saw him raise his fist and heard the bell go for end of lunch.

I winced away, expecting the impact of the hit to affect me but instead heard someone else groaning in front of me and Wonho gasping

I opened my eyes and saw Lee Daehwi in front of me.

“Hold my hand,” he said, giving me his hand.

I looked at him for a second before taking his hand as he shoved Wonho out the way and took me into the ‘recovery room’, usually occupied by people with learning difficulties but empty because of 4th period. As soon as we walked in, my shaking legs made me fall straight to the floor, Daehwi came and sat down in front of me.

“Are you okay? Y/N. Are you okay? Look at me, breath, it’s okay,” Daehwi said, trying to calm my panic attack.

I tightened my grip on his hand, needing something to squeeze.

“Sorry,” I breathed.

Daehwi shook his head, “it’s fine.”

“Your eye,” I said, trying to breath deeply.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, touching his eye, checking for blood. “Just breath, please. I want you to calm down.”

I took deep breaths and Daehwi did it with me.

“I’m sorry, I don’t actually know how to deal with panic attacks,” he said, scratching his neck with his free hand.

I smiled and waved my hand, couldn’t talk before I was breathing. But when I felt calmed again I turned to him and said, “just you being there is cool.”

He grinned widely.

“But now I can worry about you,” I said. “Shouldn’t you be in lesson, what will your teacher say?! You’ll get in trouble! And your eye! It’s bleeding just underneath! I’ll get a paper towel!”

Daehwi smiled at me from where he was sat as I went and got a paper towel, running it under the tap.

When I walked back over I whispered ‘sorry’ before holding it against the grazed bruise on his eye.

“You know your cheek doesn’t look that nice either,” he commented.

I thought back to the time I was slapped by Wonho, that seemed like a lifetime ago, given what had happened since then.

I held my hand up to my cheek, “It’s never been like that before,” I told Daehwi.

He nodded, looking at me with that same look from this morning.

“It really scared me,” I whispered. “I thought I was gonna get seriously hurt.”

“You wouldn’t have with me there, okay?”

I smiled, “but.. why?”

“Why did I do it? Why you? Why me?”

“All of the above.”

He chuckled, “because you caught my eye around school. Then when I saw them push you over this morning, I had no idea. I thought I was so stupid for not realising that you were hurting. And I vowed that I would protect you.”

I smiled, my eyes filling with tears, “my guardian angel.”

He smiled and nodded, letting me fall into his arms, “Exactly that. Your guardian angel.”