i just spent like 2 hours on these

i just started reading sbr and so far……i’m mcloving it

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i would listen to this stupid mix every day if it would bring you back. i would never listen to any good music ever again. but it won’t. how is it possible i’m never going to see you again? how can you be over? how is it possible i’m never going to do any weird things with you ever again? how can i have all this power, and i couldn’t hold on to you? the one time. the one time i needed it. what am i doing? jen. it’s not fair. dad says people are going to act like the world is ending now. maybe it is. it’s not the world. it’s just jen. jen’s world is over. now maybe everything will change.

supergirl: being super #2 (2017)
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bernie wolfe + @ao3tagoftheday (2/?)

bonus:

there’s one ladrien trope/opinion that i see coming back and coming back that just… makes less and less sense the more i think about it

and it’s the ‘broken pedestal’ angst trope

because for one, this requires that both chat and marinette have their respective loves on ‘‘pedestals’‘ (that is to say, blind and/or unwilling to see their faults and weaknesses), and, while i can see it for marinette, i don’t see it for chat.

at all.

because chat ‘she can be so stubborn!’ ‘weren’t you a little harsh?’ ‘don’t you have an apology to make?’ noir absolutely sees ladybug’s faults. he calls her out on them on multiple occasions. he knows she’s hot-headed and stubborn and thoughtless, and his response? is to remind her to be kind, and to take responsibility for her actions, and to apologize.

you can’t do that if you don’t think someone doesn’t have faults and doesn’t make mistakes.

and he didn’t fall for ‘perfect, invincible, flawless ladybug’, you know. he fell for the terrified little girl who thought she wasn’t enough, who took her scraps of courage and her wit and her sense of responsibility, and made something amazing out of them.

he fell for the girl who went from ‘i’m ma— ma-ma-… *clunk* …majorly clumsy’ to coming up with a plan on the spot to defeat this thing that neither of them really knew how to deal with. he fell for the girl who had her face in her hands, convinced that she couldn’t until hawkmoth showed up and she needed to — who then blew everyone out of the water, this tiny little person taking on that thing that had just threatened them all. and winning.

i firmly, firmly believe that chat fell for her bravery first. i’m sure there were a whole cascade of reasons that came afterwards (because seriously, ladybug), but the world gave marinette a chance (and a reason) to shine, and she shone like a supernova.

tell me you wouldn’t be a little bit dazzled after something like that.

and chat is absolutely, visibly dazzled, but he doesn’t stay so dazzled that he can’t or won’t take her for what she is, and that? is not a pedestal.

and on marinette’s end, there is something of a pedestal.

it’s always ‘perfect, perfect adrien’ that she claims that she loves, and that he’s kind seems to be the most she actually knows about his personality for the majority of the show, with the gamer and kung food being the two obvious exceptions.

the gamer is actually pretty pertinent to this rant about why the ‘broken pedestal’ doesn’t make sense, because here, adrien does expose himself. he lets marinette in a little. he mentions his insecurities to her, and marinette isn’t disillusioned.

granted, that would be a pretty strange thing to get disillusioned over (unless she believed he was invincible somehow, which she doesn’t seem to), but she reacts with awkward warmth and support, not rejection.

and, you know, there are ways i could totally see adrien’s pedestal getting broken in a nasty way (because they’re both jealous people, and adrien, at the very least, has been known to spout white lies when they serve him, and those could both lead to very worrying fights), but in all the theories i’ve seen…

the most common is that ladybug/marinette will be disillusioned that adrien is basically chat.

…i mean.

it’s not like she felt a powerful connection with her partner even early on, and it would be ridiculous to think that she might enjoy his puns, or that she would ever value his input or listen to him (despite swallowing her pride and apologizing to people she hates at least twice (volpina and antibug) at his urging), or, you know, trust him implicitly (certainly not to the point of looking at the most damning of evidence and leaping to the conclusion that he’s innocent (copycat and the christmas special)), or ever consider him as a romantic interest in a million years — in fact, she really doesn’t even want him getting close!

(i just spent the last 2 hours looking for any gifset of ladybug checking chat out (which has happened at least twice, one in stormy weather and one in an episode that i can no longer remember the name of that takes place at the tv station) and came up blank, but rest assured that it has happened.)

like, that marinette/ladybug would be disappointed to find that adrien is chat (or particularly chat-like) just doesn’t have canon backing imo, because ladybug, no matter to what degree she’ll admit it. really likes chat.

like, canonically. now.

at finding her crush is a giant dork who really resembles one of her closest friends, would she be disbelieving? probably! more at ease/less fluster-y around adrien? i’d hope so. less likely to take him seriously in everything? quite possibly!

betrayed, uninterested, disillusioned, and/or apathetic?

…let’s try that one again.

tl;dr: angst is great, but there are loads of opportunities for it that don’t change the fundamental aspects of these relationships. chat. for better or worse. adores ladybug (really and truly with very few delusions), and while marinette might not know adrien all that well right now, there’s nothing in the show to suggest she would be dissatisfied with whatever she found in him.

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headcanon that the russian team is just a bunch of fucking trolls  (feat. Yuuri bc they’re all rinkmates now)

Do you ever randomly remember Shiro and Keith spent essentially 2 days together on the BoM base and just *clenches fist*

Either those were some long-ass trials or there was a whole lot more that happened and we weren’t shown on-screen and if the latter are there fics that fill in those holes asking for a friend

5

@klanced you called?

also don’t look at it too hard cos the more you do the more you realize how much I screwed this up

@fuckyeahpearlmethyst @annadesu

Day 4 - Free Day 

Ame: “Hey Pearl. Do you still miss Rose? ” 

Pearl: “Of course, but things are different now, I have you.”

okay so originally I wasn’t going to do one for the 4thday because I spent the entire day in bed with a headache, but come 2 hours ago I was just like fuck it I have this idea and it’s not going away, so now this exists.

And I probably spent too much time on it but eh. 

The song that inspired this piece

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Candy Apple

Wanted/In for: Multiple First Degree Murder/Serial Killer, Third degree robber, Fraud, and threats on several occasions.

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I tried my best to figure out what colours matched best. Some of them I couldn’t find an exact match for. Some skin tones share colours with another skin tone because the difference was so small that nothing else would match better.

The ones with two colours selected need to have the colours alternated in a checkerboard pattern like this:

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Also note to people who spend hours on the island trying to get a tan:
I only spent 15 minutes on the island each day to get it to go up a tan level, and the needed time may even be less than that. You don’t need to waste hours of play time standing around. You only go up one tan level a day, so you won’t notice much change for the first 2-3 days.

okay so something about improving as an artist

I finally figured out why something kinda bugged me when people would say ‘wow you improved a lot!’

When you look at art someone has done, you’re only seeing the end result. You’re not seeing the time spent on something.

There’s been comparisons made between pieces of my art, between something I spent 6 hours on vs. something I spent 1 hour on, and the 6 hour one is considered an improvement.

In reality, I just spent more time on it. It’d be more noticeable as an improvement to myself if I had done it in a shorter amount of time–e.g. closer to 1 hour.

Like, a comparison.

This is from May 10th, 2016

and this is from December 14, 2016

(yay for inadvertently doing a ‘draw this again meme’) Looks like an improvement–and it is, yes, I got better at posing. #2 is drastically better than 1. But technique wise? While I used different techniques for both, actually didn’t adopt new techniques between these two time periods. Anatomically and color-wise I made conscious choices for both of them–while it was a good decision to use a color curve, and to go slightly more realistic on proportions, it wasn’t a change in my skill level, just my judgement. I also made a conscious decision to put more effort into #2, while #1 was more of a speed-doodle.

#1 isn’t fairly indicative of my ability. Look at this piece from February 29th, 2016, months before #1:

It blows the first image out of the water, despite being older. BUT, it’s about on par with the 2nd, save for maybe posing wise.

There is still a drastic improvement between Etna to Curly Brace #2, however:

It’s time.

Image 3 took almost twice as long as image 2.

Basically, improvement can be understated with respect to time: if your improvement isn’t so much you getting ‘better’ as much as it is you producing the same quality in a shorter period of time, most people won’t notice it.

Meanwhile improvement gets exaggerated with respect to experimentation and intentionally shorter things.

I’m not denying there’s mechanical improvements as well, but they’re a lot more subtle, I feel.

So yeah that finally puts into words some mixed feelings I’ve had for a good year now yay.

I WANT A ZELINK LAW FIRM AU 

  • The firm is named Nohansen, Harkinian and Dragmire LLP
  • Zelda’s parents founded the firm years ago and Ganondorf came on to be a partner later
  • Anyway there was no question that Zelda was going to be a lawyer she basically grew up in the office working on briefings for her parents
  • She got a 170/180 on the LSAT like what
  • But yeah so she’s been away at University/Law School for the last seven years but she comes back home to start working and her dad says “Gotcha babe you’re starting off as a junior associate just like everyone else we take out of law school” and she is PISSSSSSED
  • So her first day of work she is just steaming she wants to show her dad that she is the best. professional. awesome. so she comes in to work dressed to the nines hot suit and everything, her best jewelry, she spent 2+ hours in the bathroom this morning doing her hair and makeup 
  • And this guy in jeans and a stained t-shirt bumps into her in the hallway and she is like WHAT IS YOUR DEAL bc she’s in a pissy mood
  • “Well ex-CUSE me, Princess”
  • Yup I went there
  • Anyway he was working on the copier, which is jammed. She is irritated as hell. The secretary tells her where her office is (even though she’s a junior she gets an office because being the daughter of two named partners has SOME perks after all) and she goes to set up her stuff
  • But then the copier guy FOLLOWS HER and sits on top of the other desk in the room and starts asking what she’s all dressed for 
  • “My job. What are you dressed for?”
  • Cue shit eating grin. “My job. I just saved the copier.” 
  • “What a hero…” *eye roll* 
  • Anyway he leaves after a while and when she takes her lunch she’s asking another girl who the hell the custodians think they are around this office
  • And in comes copier boy in a suit that was probably worth more than one of her classes in law school, shaved, arms crossed, grinning
  • Introduces himself as Link Ordonson, the associate she’s been assigned to work under. 
  • “Get in the car, Princess, we’ve got a hearing at one.” 
  • SHE HAS TO SECOND CHAIR FOR THIS SMUG PIECE OF SHIT 
  • Plot would include Ganondorf trying to hostilely take over the firm
  • Zelda telling Link not to do things in trial
  • Link doing them anyway
  • Zelda filling in when Link does something really stupid and saving the day by winning cases
  • Zelda sitting at counsel table swooning over Link’s fine backside
  • Link sitting at counsel table swooning over Zelda’s fine backside
  • Link being a smug piece of shit
  • I could go on

**Feel free to use, just don’t forget to let me know and please credit (link back to the post)

I wish I knew how to explain to people that being sad takes time. 

That on my bad days, it takes a while for me to cry, pull my broken bits back together and get back to doing my work and that often means I have less time to study/do said work. 

Insult or compliment?

Me: How do you like it?

Middle aged lady: It looks good. Thanks! Much better than yours.

EXCUSE ME? I JUST SPENT 2 HOURS ON YOUR HAIR. THANKS FOR THAT. This is how you get accidental dreadlocks.

I hate that I love you - Jack Wilder Imagine

Prompt: Reader is an FBI Special Agent who arrests the four Horsemen along with Agent Fuller after they robbed the bank. Unfortunately Reader has met Jack before and they develop a love-hate-relationship.

Authors note: So this is the first imagine I´m putting up on this blog. I had this idea in my head for quite a long time now and I finally wrote it. It got pretty long tho so I forced myself to stop at one point. Since I´m having a lot more ideas for this story there´s probably gonna be a Part 2. I´m sorry for any typos but its currently 4am and I just spent about 3 hours on this so I don’t really feel like editing it right now. I hope whoever reads this likes it tho.

Fandom: Now you see me

Pairing: Jack Wilder x Reader

Warning: There´s like one cuss word 

Word Count:  1.622

„Alright, let´s get those magicians”, I said to Agent Fuller and the rest of our team. We were at the Aria Hotel ready to arrest the so called Horsemen for robbing a bank at their show last night. I had to admit that I thought Fuller was just messing with me when he told me about them. I mean magicians? C´mon these guys are entertainers. However it didn´t matter what they are. What matters is that they somehow managed to rob a bank in Paris from a Las Vegas stage in less than 10 minutes.  We were standing in front of their door silently nodding at each other and then I kicked the door open.

 “FBI! Hands where I can see them!” Fuller and I screamed at the same time. I don’t know what I was expecting but definitely not this. The Horsemen didn’t even flinch. It was as if they were already expecting us. Merritt McKinney was lying on a couch reading and not even bothering to put his book down. It took Agent Fuller to scream at him again so that he let the book rest on his chest and held his hands up. Daniel Atlas was standing at the window with a deck of cards in his hands. At least he put his hands up even though I did not like that smug look on his face. Jack Wilder was what it looked like sleeping on a chair with his feet on a table. I walked over to him with my gun pointed at his chest as he put his hands in the air. He looked rather bored but as soon as he saw me a grin spread on his face.

 “(Y/N), good to see you again. Look, about that last-“ “It´s Agent (Y/L/N) to you”, I cut him off. “C´mon are we really going to the last name calling? It´s not like I don´t know you.” The other Agents gave me questioning looks I simply decided to ignore. I hadn’t told them that I knew Jack Wilder. After all it was none of their business.

 I met him on my way home a few weeks ago when he `accidentally` bumped into me and wanted to apologize by showing me a little card trick. I like magicians and on top of that he was very handsome so I let him. He told me to pick a card, put it back into the deck and then he started to shuffle it.

 “I´m Jack by the way.” His smile was contagious. “(Y/N)” I replied while he cut the deck with one hand and one card shot out of the middle right into his hand. “Is this your card?” I couldn’t help but grin at him. “This is a phone number.” “Yeah it is and you´re free to keep it” His smile was actually the cutest one I had seen in a very long time.  “You know, you said you were going to show me a card trick to make up for bumping into me. You still don´t know what my card was though so I guess I can´t call you because you didn´t keep your promise which doesn´t change anything about you being that asshole who almost made me fall onto the ground and I´m afraid you being so utterly handsome still doesn´t make up for it.” I crossed my arms smiling at him and waiting for his next move.

 He did look surprised for a split second but his grin didn’t vanish. “Well, if you insist.” With a swift movement of his hand the phone number turned into my card - the ace of hearts – with the slight difference of a number being written across the middle of it. “Now, was this your card?” A laugh escaped my lips and I grabbed the card saying: “I guess it was even though I like this version much better.” He wasn´t that much taller than me but that didn’t change the fact that he was looking down at me with a huge smile across his lips. He was just about to say something opening his mouth but I grabbed his wrist and put it quite high on his back. My smile had faded and so had his. Instead he looked pretty shocked. 

“Woah, hey, hold on, hold on.” I kept quiet for a little longer wanting to hear his excuse. “Were you just trying to steal my wallet?” I asked him not very friendly. Yes, he was handsome and yes, I did enjoy that little flirt but I would not let him steal from me. “What? Why would you think that? I-“ I cut him off getting tired of this. “I´m going to stop you right there. I am an FBI Special Agent and I don’t like it when the bad guys are lying to me. Are you doing this to all the girls? Now listen to me very closely. I will let go of you and you won´t run away, do you understand?” He made a huffed noise which I took as a yes. I let go of his arms and he turned around to face me. 

“What? No apology?” I asked arms crossed once again. “You´re from the FBI?” He asked in awe and I had to keep myself of smiling at him because he just looked too cute with disbelief plastered all over his face. “Does that sound like an apology to you?” I must have looked intimidating because after a few seconds of staring at him he sighed and opened his mouth for what I was expecting an apology. “I´m sorry, (Y/N), but I didn’t try to steal anything from you.” That made me raise up my eyebrows. He was actually going to stick to that story. I knew exactly that he wanted to steal my wallet and yet here he stood telling me he didn’t. Pathetic. 

 “Don´t lie to me, Jack. I know what you were about to do but I´m FBI. I don’t deal with pick-pocketers and it´s been a long day so I really wish this wouldn´t have happened. I like you, Jack, and trust me I would´ve called but whatever. Just go now.” His eyebrows went up in surprise. “Are you serious?” “I am but if I ever see you again I promise you I will put you in handcuffs.” A smile started to form on his face and I couldn´t help but smile back. Even if it was just a small smile. “Either way it was still a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N).” “Wish I could say the same thing about you, Jack.” With a last smile and a wink he turned around and walked away.

 And that´s the story of how I met Jack Wilder. I didn´t know he was one of the Four Horsemen but when Fuller showed me their faces I thought one of them looked oddly familiar and when he told me his name was Jack Wilder I immediately recognized him as the guy who had tried to steal my wallet weeks ago. I had to admit that it was nice seeing his face again. The circumstances weren´t so nice though. 

“Like I said, it´s Agent (Y/L/N).” Just in that moment Henley Reeves appeared at the stairs putting on her jacket causing almost all Agents to point their weapons at her. “Do one of you guys mind giving as a hand with our bags?” She asked while she put her hands up. I didn´t like the tone of her voice but it wouldn´t be of any use to call her out on it so I just focused my attention back to Jack. “Let`s go”, Fuller said and I grabbed Jacks arms making him stand up so I could put him into handcuffs. 

“Last time we saw each other you did promise me you would put me into handcuffs, I just thought my charm would prevent you from doing so and instead you´d go on an actual date with me”, he said while I walked him out of the hotel room and led him downstairs. “Shut up, Wilder.” I couldn´t have him talk to me like that in front of my fellow agents or they would start questioning my authority. “No, I´m serious. I really wanted to ask you out but then that happened. I guess some would say it was the universe that brought us here together once again, don´t you think so?” He was messing with me just like McKinney was messing with Fuller but somehow he managed to get the idea of going on a date with him into my head and I couldn´t stop thinking about it. “I said shut the fuck up!” “Hey, no need to scream. I was just stating the fact that I find you very attractive, alright. However I already made myself clear about that last time, didn´t I?”

 These Horsemen had all of this planned, I could feel it. None of them were surprised or showed even the slightest change of emotion when we entered their room and now they were all talking to us as if we were not arresting them. Something was going on and I did not like it. When I sat back in the car next to Fuller he was giving me a questioning look. “Drive.” I didn´t feel like talking right now especially because I knew that he wanted to talk about Jack Wilder and if I did I might accidentally tell him something I didn´t want to speak out loud. Jack Wilder had been spinning around my head since the day I first met him and seeing him again like this didn´t make things any easier for me. God forbid when I need to interrogate him.

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Originally posted by i-wonwoo

Genre: Fluff

Warning: Mild, like really mild, like this is 5th grade bad words mostly

Author’s note: I just have a really soft spot for Wonwoo okay. Like look at his dumb duck face. pls stop being cute pls

#guess who didn’t proof read again bc she’s lazy and had this idea at 1am. 

“What do I text her?” Wonwoo stares at his phone, his fingers hover over the keyboard in hesitation. He writes ‘Hi’ before changing his mind and backspacing.

Mingyu on the other hand was beginning to grow bored of this typing and backspacing routine, “Just ask her out for coffee or something.”

Wonwoo hesitates once more, “I don’t know. Here.” Wonwoo pushes his phone into Mingyu’s hands, “You write something and don’t make it stupid.”

Mingyu grins widely. His fingers begin typing away, when he finishes, Mingyu reads it happily, “Dear Lovely Y/N. Its Wonwoo and I spent 2 hours debating what to text you because I really really like you and want to date you but I’m too scared to do anything. Also Mingyu is the best person in the entire world. He’s my best best friend.”

Wonwoo shot up from his seat attempting to get his cell phone back only to have Mingyu giggle as he runs out the door, waving the cell teasingly.

“Kim Mingyu I swear to god if you send that I’m locking your ass out.”

Mingyu slows down his pace, laughing loudly, “Oh come on. You know I wouldn’t send it.” Mingyu holds the phone, getting ready to backspace the entire paragraph, only, his finger brushes against the sent button and the text flies out to be sent, “Uh oh.”

“Uh oh what?” Wonwoo stands with his hands on his hips, as he breathes heavily from the chase.

“I may have sent the text by accident.”

“What!”

Mingyu uneasily laughs, “Maybe she’ll find it funny.”

“Or maybe she’ll find me a creep and never talk to me again!!”

“Oh!” Mingyu jumps quickly to Wonwoo, “Look, she hasn’t read it yet.”

Wonwoo grabs his phone, hope filling in his voice, “That’s right! She’s in class. She never looks at her phone in class. Okay Okay. You know what, Seungkwan is in her class, I’ll just tell him to get her phone and delete the text.”

Seungkwan idly taps his finger on the table. He was growing bored and the many attempts to distract you weren’t working anymore. His eyes perk up when he sees his phone come to life.

Wonwoo: Get Y/N’s phone and delete the last text I sent her

Seungkwan remains puzzled for a moment.

Seungkwan: why?

Wonwoo: Just do it before I tell Jihoon you’re the one who broke his guitar

Seungkwan jumps immediately in his seat. His actions gaining your attention. You give him a concerned look only to receive a very nervous expression from him.

“Hey Y/N. Can I borrow your phone?”

A skeptical look appears on your face, “why? You have yours right there.”

“I…..I wanna play a game.” Seungkwan whispers.

“No!” You protest, “We’re in class Seungkwan. Pay attention.”

Seungkwan sits nervously for the rest of the class period. His eyes dart continuously towards you, his nerves becoming more agitated. Once the teacher announced the end of class, Seungkwan was quick to his feet.

“Hey why don’t we go to lunch together.”

You smiled, “Sure why not.” You casually pulled out your phone, turning it on to check for notifications, “Oh Wonwoo texted me.”

Seungkwan panics. His hands wrap itself around your phone, ripping it from your grasp before he darts towards the door.

“What the. BOO SEUNGKWAN!” You quickly move after him.

“I’m sorry Y/N but I can’t die by Jihoon’s hands today.”

Seungkwan begins to run out of breath until his last line of hope steps out of a class room.

“Hansol!” Seungkwan slams into the boy, he places your cell phone into Hansol’s hand, “Run!”

“What?”

Seungkwan breathes heavily, hardly getting the words out, “Go find Wonwoo. Give him the phone. Quick! Before she kills me.” Seungkwan shoves Hansol’s back when he hears you shout once more, “GO!”

You ran out of breath as you caught up to Seungkwan, you watched as Hansol dart away with your cell phone, “HANSOL IM GOING TO KILL YOU THE NEXT TIME I SEE YOU!” You turned to Seungkwan, grabbing him my the neck of his shirt, “You better have a really good reason for this or else you’ll be seeing Hansol in hell.”

Wonwoo sits biting his finger, it had been almost an hour and he hadn’t heard back from Seungkwan nor had he heard from you. Just as he was about to call Seungkwan for an update, the pounding on the door shook him.

Upon opening the door, an exhausted and out of breath Hansol trudged in, slapping your phone into Wonwoo’s hand before crawling onto the nearby couch.

“I never want to run again.” Hansol mutters before his face slams into the cushions.

“Isn’t this Y/N’s phone?” Wonwoo earns himself a grunt and a wave from Hansol, “What the hell. I told Seungkwan to delete the text not commit a crime.”

Hansol waves once more and Wonwoo realizes he won’t be receiving a respond from the boy for a while.

Wonwoo activates your cell and immediately a smile crosses his face. Your home screen displayed a picture he distinctly remembers Jihoon capturing for his photography project. Your lips spread out into a large smile, your body leans closely to Wonwoo, his eyes focused soley onto you as you laughed. Wonwoo’s heart swelled at the imagine.

“JEON WONWOO!!” Your voice boomed in the apartment, a whining seungkwan cried out as you dragged him by the ear. You noticed Hansol sprawled on the couch, “I’ll deal with you later. Where’s Wonwoo.”

“Here.” Wonwoo states as he exits his room.

You let go of Seungkwan and he rubs his ear to lessen the pain, “what the hell. Did you really send Seungkwan and Hansol to steal my phone.”

“I wasn’t in on this.” Hansol shouts from his laid spot.

“What’s so important about this text.”

Wonwoo rubs the back of his head sheepishly, “It’s…..” Wonwoo hands you your phone slowly, “It’s better if you read it.“ 

You’re cautious as you grab your phone, unlocking it, you pull open Wonwoo’s text message. A few seconds pass before laughter erupts from your mouth. Wonwoo’s cheeks heat up tremendously with your cackle.

You hold your stomach, containing the laughter, "this is it? Mingyu used your phone to send me a text. What’s so wrong with that that you had these two idiots run around with my phone.”

Wonwoo begins to play with his fingers nervously, “It’s more than that. I really did spend 2 hours wondering what to text you.” Wonwoo watches as you stop laughing completely, “I….I like you. Go on a date with me sometime. Maybe?”

Your heart flutters and you smile widely, “O-Of course.”

“That’s it!?!” Seungkwan screamed, “I was threatened, ran like a mile, and got my ear dragged over here just so you could get a date.” Seungkwan dramatically falls next to Hansol, “I hate everyone.”