i laughed for like 10 hours

me: I’m a very private person I don’t talk about my personal life

me 10 minutes later: the most profound experience of my childhood was when I was 11 and cried in class after the teacher showed us the Mona Lisa. I was touched by her beauty , and the entire class laughed at my tears but I was content that that was the moment I realized I was a sensitive emotional artist. now that we’ve known each other for exactly 10 minutes, would you like to hear the grueling 4 hour story about how I became psychologically disturbed ? also here is my credit card number..

Just Remember

Alright, so, this is probably going to be my last Fic post in THIS blog, it will still be active, it will still post Voltron stuff, I just start posting the fics from my WRITER Blog, so everything is orginized and stuff :D

Anyways, I was having a shitty morning with myself so, I wanted to scream but I couldn’t bc I was in traffic and like, so many people around so I did the best thing: I wrote. 

Langst but also happy langst. Even Lance have these moments guys, they are valid and okay. 

Ps. Hope it’s not too hard or stressful to read? 

Disclaimer: Voltron dosen’t belong to me. 

Shiro’s disappointed glare.

Lance punches the bag.

Pidge’s annoyed roll of eyes.

Another punch followed by a kick.

Keith’s exasperated scoff.

Kick, punch, shout.

Hunk’s exhausted sigh.

Punch, kick, punch, tears.

Coran’s shake of head.

Tears, punch, shout.

Allura’s skeptical frown.


Lance screams and shouts and curses. He lets it all out. He lets his words and shouts echo around as he falls to his knees in the middle of the training room. He hiccups as sobs shake his body. He doesn’t bother to wipe away his tears, he lets them fall to the ground and stain the mat below him.

He curses loudly and lividly for every part of him that makes him feel unworthy. He weakly punches the mat as he whimpers and his shoulders lose their strength.

Shiro’s disappointed glare turns into a concern one once he catches Lance’s weak whimpers as he cradles his own hand to his chest.

Frowning in worry, Shiro steps into the training room and takes a seat besides the brunet as Lance tries to hide his injured wrist.

“Lance, buddy, there’s no need to push yourself, I told you.” He reprimands gently, giving him a look when the brunet doesn’t allow him to get a better look of his wrist, “This training is new, you don’t need to be an expert the very same day you learn it.”

Lance sighs as he lets Shiro takes his wrist into his hands and the older teen inspects it carefully. and just hums dryly as an answer.

“Buddy, you’re already our sharpshooter, it’s okay to take your own pace as you learn to improve yourself.” Shiro says quietly after a few minutes in silence as he wraps Lance’s wrist in a white bandage, “You are getting used to the new form of your bayard, these things take time.”

“I know.” Lance answers softly, a small frown on his face, “But I feel like I’m letting you all down if I don’t learn to use it fast enough. What if we are in the battle field and because I still don’t know how to use or if I shot someone innocent or worse, one of you guys, by accident and -”

“Lance.” Shiro cuts off, not unkindly, “You’re our sharpshooter. The entire team and I have full faith in you.” He offers a proud smile at the brunet, “You would never miss a shot.”

Lance takes a deep breath as he let go of his abused lower lip. He sighs, wiping the thin line of blood coming from the corner of his mouth as he raises his head.

“It’s all in your mind.” Lance tells himself, placing a hand over his eyes to block out the light. “It’s all in your mind, it’s all in your mind. It’s okay. It’s valid. Just remember.”

The brunet takes a deep breath. “Just remember.”

He stays in silence for a little longer.

Pidge’s roll her eyes annoyed as Lance cheers in victory when the screen in the break room flashes the words of ‘Victory For Azul’ in big gold letters.

“Yeah, ok, you win this round, Mister.” Pidge says, shoving him by the arm, smirking when the brunet’s laughs, “I will win the next round, for sure.”

Lance chuckles as he raises his hand and ruffles Pidge’s wild bed hair. “We have been playing this game for like two hours, Pidge, aren’t you tired of me already?”

Pidge scoffs as if the mere question offended her. “Pick up your controller, Mr. Spanish; I’m kicking your ass.” She declares as she presses a few buttons and the screen shows the announcement of Round 4.

Pidge wins until Round 10.

Lance’s mouth twitches as his brain keeps filling him with the missing scenes with his team.

Inhale. Hold. Exhale.

He falls back on the mat and lays down, closing his eyes as he repeats his breathing exercise.

“You’re okay.” He breathes out softly, “You’re okay, you’re okay, you’re okay.”

Keith scoffs exasperated as he watches his boyfriend hog the entire blanket in their bed.

“Lance, no.” He whines, stomping his foot against the floor, “Stop hogging the blanket every time I go take a shower.”

“Nop.” Lance replies from the bottom of the mountain of blankets, “You’re the one who wants to train so late, bear the consequences, buddy.”

“Babe!” The black haired man shouts annoyed and Lance suppresses his snickers as Keith’s pouts.

“Nope.” He repeats gleefully before yelping in surprise when a body slams itself from above, successfully crushing him, “Keith!”

Keith laughs playfully as he lays above Lance comfortably on his stomach, meeting Lance’s bright blue eyes easily even in the darkness around them, “Hi there.”

Lance snorts before he smiles. “Hello, hello.” He answers softly, reaching towards his boyfriend and Keith quickly meets him halfway.

“You’re comfy.” Keith confesses quietly against his lips and Lance laughs.

“Oh, hush.” He says as he smiles and nuzzles his face against Keith lovingly.

Lance hums quietly under his breath as his breathing goes back to normal after a few minutes.

He taps the surface of the mat he’s lying in with the tip of his fingers, following the rhythm of the song he’s humming.

Hunk sighs exhausted as he takes in the sight of his best friend covered in food goo.

“Lance, buddy, what’cha doin’?” He asks, fighting back the grin that threatens to appear as the brunet blinks surprised.

“Uh…” He starts, voice trailing unsure, “The mice made me do it?”

Said group of mice squeak at the accusation before Hunk accepts his losing battle as he laughs.

“Let me guess?” Hunks say and Lance nods, waving his hand as permission, “You tried to make my goo cookies?”

A pause.

“No…?” Lance answers, smiling innocently as some goo falls from his hair and Hunk shakes his head.

“Dude, if you wanted some you could have just ask me.” He says, stepping into the kitchen and wiping some of the goo from his friend’s hair and then grabs a clean cloth from the counter.

Lance pouts as he accepts the cloth and wipes his face. “I didn’t want to bother you.” He confesses softly.

Hunk snort amusedly. “Buddy, baking, food and you will never be a bother for me.” He reassures, smiling big and bright at the sheepish brunet, “Now, come on! Let’s do some baking!”

“I heard baking!” Shiro’s shout echoes around them as the leader of Voltron slides into the kitchen with a bright smile, “I call dibs on Lance’s biscuits.”

“No, no, those are mine, Shiro!” Come Keith’s shout as the younger brother jumps on Shiro’s back to fight him.

Lance and Hunk start baking, ignoring the wrestling brothers on the floor.

The brunet takes his training gloves as he sighs calmly when the door of the training room opens and closes and steps makes their way towards him.

He doesn’t need to open his eyes to acknowledge the warm body lying beside him.

He takes Keith’s hand into his own in silence.

Coran shakes his head and Lance’s face fall.

“Hey, come on, now.” Coran says as soon as he notices the brunet’s sad eyes, “You are doing great, Lance! You got 9 out of 12 correct!” He praises, smiling big and proud at the brunet sitting in front of him.

Lance pouts. “Well yeah, but still, I’m still nowhere good. I can barely understand it! I will be a miracle if I’m ever able to speak it with you guys.”

Coran’s face softens at the words. “Oh, Lance, the mere fact you want to learn Altean is enough. Allura and I are so grateful that you are giving us this small time of normality that allows us to remember our roots.”

He leans forward to ruffle Lance’s head. “You’re doing great, mikró ílio.”

Lance blinks before he beams. “Little sun.” He translates softly and Coran smiles back just as brightly, pride clear in his eyes.

He doesn’t know how long they have been lying there, but at some point, Lance’s humming had stopped but Keith’s voice had filled in the silence, singing softly and quietly under his breath,

Lance allows himself to smile.

Allura’s skeptical frown turns into a confused one as Lance points at the corner of the screen.

“Okay, I understand your point, but wouldn’t it be easier to create a distraction and then just take the quintessence?” She asks and Lance taps his chin in deep thought.

“Well,” He starts, “It’s an option, but remember that the quintessence is something real valuable to the Galra, specially to Lotor now that Zarkon is out of commission. Their guards have been doubled since out last attack.”

Tapping twice into the screen, the video of their last mission appears. “See? The room is filled with druids plus some Galra Soldiers and the occasional Supervisor making rounds. A direct attack would only put them in higher alert even when some of us are sneaking in.”

“So sneaking in from the start is the best option.” Allura muses and Lance shrugs.

“It’s our best shot.” Lance declares, smiling when Allura nods her head at him and smiles.

“Well, you’re our sharpshooter, there’s no way we’re missing this.”

“Thank you, amor.” Lance says softly, turning his head to meet Keith’s face and his heart flutters when Keith’s blue eyes meet his own.

Keith stops his singing to smile gently at his boyfriend, “You okay?” He asks quietly, reaching out to brush Lance’s bangs away from his face and his eyes turn tender when the brunet nuzzles his face against his hand.

“Nah, my mind is still being a bitch.” Lance confesses, turning slightly to drop a small kiss against Keith’s palm, “But you being here kicks its ass, so I will be.”

“And I will be here.” Keith says, leaning forward to drop his own his against the brunet’s forehead.

“Thank you, amor.”

 HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!! It is not yet past midnight here (10:32 CST), but I am too tired to stay up another hour and a half so here it is! AMYPLIER!!! :3

 I know not everyone has someone special to share this day with and I’m one of them, but I love this holiday, because I like all forms of love. Also, I love all of you! I want to see you smile, listen to your stories about the day, laugh with you, and be complete trash about Youtubers! XD

 This isn’t just a holiday about making that special someone feel amazing, it’s about making yourself feel amazing. Know you are loved and you love yourself. It doesn’t have to be loving everything about you, because we all got flaws, but appreciating those as well is also another form of love. 

To my friends and the goofball I drew this for! *hugs and butterfly kisses cause I like them!*  @floatingmegane-san @lissachan504 @itsfoxyy @biscuitplier @thatonechickyoudontknow @mary-plier @captain-ass-ass @markiplier @konoira @aohoshiart @koujakuzure

Speedpaint: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LGDQQF1oj5I&feature=youtu.be

Bugheads first fight


“Fine! Go then, I don’t need this!” Betty yelled from the booth at pops, tears streaming down her face, as she gathered her things with shaky hands.

“You don’t need this?” Jughead laughed sarcastically, “I don’t need this, Jesus Christ Betty, stop being so selfish.” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Jughead wanted to put them back in, he didn’t mean that, shit he didn’t mean that, if there was anyone up there he prayed Betty hadn’t heard that.

Unfortunately for him, it seemed God had decided to take the day off, he heard Betty gasp slightly as she took a shaky breathe

“You’re right Jughead, I am selfish. Who am I to keep you in a relationship with such a selfish bitch?” Betty bit out, slinging her bag over her shoulder, thick crocodile tears falling from her eyes. “Were done.” She whispered before spinning on her heel and sprinting out the door.

Jughead called after her, his hands slamming on the metal table “Betty!” But she was gone, she had run out of their so fast she had forgotten her literature text book. “Shit!” Jughead shouted, shoving his laptop away from him in frustration. Why was she being so unreasonable? She knew him, why would she expect him to go to some stupid party at the blossoms, why did it matter so much to her? He was finally breaking ground on his novel, he couldn’t just up and go out to a party. He dropped his head to the table and groaned.

“What’s up brother?”

Jughead looked up at the voice of his best friend and groaned again when he saw Reggie Mantle standing next to Archie. Just what he needed, his naive best friend and the brainless jock.

“Nothing dude, just Betty.”

Reggie chuckled moving to sit beside him in the booth

“Oh? Trouble in paradise? Do tell.”

Jughead rolled his eyes at the muscular boy squeezing him into the corner and stealing fries off of his plate

“It’s not trouble. She just wants to go to some dumb party and I’m obviously not gonna go.”

Archie dropped down across from him “you mean the one tommorow night? The one at the blossoms? I’m going with Val. Dude you told her you wouldn’t go?” Archie was looking at him with a hint of dissapointment and it just confused Jughead. It was just another dumb party. What was the big deal?

Reggie nodded beside him “I’m taking Veronica. You do know that since you said no, Betty can’t go now? It’s a couples only party.”

Jughead felt sick to his stomach, shit. That’s why she had been so upset when he adamantly refused to be her date. She had been waiting for him to ask and when she had to do it he had said no. What a dick.

Reggie continued
“It’s probably fine though, no one really expected you to go. I heard Trev Brown was gonna ask her if you didn’t. She’ll be there anyway, Betty’s fine as hell someone’s bound to ask her.” Reggie stated, grabbing his soda and chugging it.

“What?! Trev Brown? No. not gonna happen.” Jughead gathered up his backpack and started for the door, but not before Archie stopped him.

“Dude from what I saw, she didn’t look too happy running home. You might wanna.. I don’t know…turn on the charm?”

Jughead rolled his eyes, swallowing nervously. Sure he and Betty had gotten into fights, but she had never been this upset, this emotional. He wasn’t really sure how to handle her, he knew he had to apologize, but from the tears in her eyes, he wasn’t sure that was gonna be enough.

He practically sprinted to her house and sighed in relief when he noticed her light was still on, scaling the ladder he kept by her window, he felt his heart ache when he looked into her bedroom.

She was curled up in her bed, wearing her tiny little sleep shorts and messy bun Jughead loved, but she was crying. He could tell by the shake of her shoulders. He took a deep breathe and knocked on the window. Betty whipped around, her eyes puffy and her nose red.

Her eyes narrowed once they saw him and she stomped over to the window , drawing the curtain aggressively. “Go home Jughead, I don’t want to see you.”

Wincing at her harsh tone, he knocked once again, this time pleading “please Juliet, let’s talk about it. That’s what we do, we talk about it.”

Suddenly the curtains opened again and Betty was helping open the window “I figured you wouldn’t want to talk to someone as"selfish” as me.“ She bit out, moving to stand as for from the beanie wearing boy as possible.

Jughead shook his head "I didn’t mean that. You know that. You are the most selfless human I’ve ever met, I was just so into the novel, I wasn’t thinking. You know how I get. I shouldn’t have talked to you like that. It was wrong and I’m sorry.” He started toward her, ready to take her into his arms but she stopped him, placing her hands in front of her.

“Listen Jughead” she started “if you don’t want to be seen with me than fine, I get it okay? But let’s not prolong this, clearly you’re not happy in this… relationship.” She wrapped herself in her arms.

Jugheads eyes went wide, no way were they gonna break up two times in one day. “Bets” he moved to unwrap her arms “I am so happy, I love that people know we’re together, I didn’t know about the party, I just finally started making some sense of my novel and I wasn’t thinking I was being selfish. Me not you. I want to go to this party with you, because it’s important to you, and what’s important to you is important to me. I do not wanna break up. At all. Ever.” He smiled softly when he heard her giggle.

“I don’t want you to do anything you done want to.” Betty said softly “I know how important your novel is to you.” She moved closer into his arms, resting her chin on his chest and looking up at him, her big green puppy dog eyes completely melting his heart.

“You’re much more important.” He whispered before dropping his lips to hers.

After what felt like hours of kissing, Betty pulled away and sighed contentedly, Jughead laughed pulling her over to the bed “so that was our first big fight as a couple, how do you think we did?”

Betty rolled her eyes, leaning against his side.

“Hmm 8/10 for communication.”

Jughead nodded, mock seriously
“Okay an 80. Good enough, but still room for improvement.”

Betty laughed out loud, and pulled Jughead to her.

“My favorite part is the making up.”

Jughead smiled against her lips

“Mmmm, me too.”

  • Oikawa: I’m a very private person I don’t talk about my personal life
  • Oikawa 10 minutes later: the most profound experience of my childhood was when I was 11 and cried in class after the teacher showed us the Mona Lisa. I was touched by her beauty, and the entire class laughed at my tears but I was content that that was the moment I realized I was a sensitive emotional artist. now that we’ve known each other for exactly 10 minutes, would you like to hear the grueling 4 hour story about how I became psychologically disturbed ? also here is my credit card number..
The Final Countdown

Request: Hi!! I was wondering if you could do one with either Dan + Reader or Phil + Reader about that story that goes around tumblr about how you have timers on yourself (I think your wrist?) that count down the months, days, hours, and seconds until you meet your soulmate, maybe when they meet at a meet and greet?? Thanks!! :D 

Pairing: Dan x Reader (I might do a Phil one in the future based of this sort of request, but I’m already working on one for him so I figured I’d write one for Dan too :)

Warnings: Literally none, other than the fact that this is probably terrible writing. 


47 days, 12 hours, 5 minutes, and 26 seconds. The arrangement of numbers blinked back at you from their place on your wrist. They were supposedly there to tell you how long it will be until you meet your soulmate, but in all honesty they were just stressing you out more than anything right then.

You pulled a baggy sweater on over your head, watching as the fabric ate away the little blinking numbers. And then you were just Y/N. Awkward, socially stunted, nerdy Y/N, minus all that soul mate business. Funny how a little chip of metal could start to alter all of that. 

You pushed a bagel down into the toaster, making a mental note to yourself to actually pull it out before it ended up burning like the last few ties. And then  moved on to your coffee, realizing way too late that you had ever so conveniently forgotten to pick up coffee rounds at the store (again) and were stuck with one of the little packs of instant coffee that you had saved specifically for this sort of occasion. You pulled your mug, the white one with little cat whiskers at the top of it, from the cupboard. 

After filling it with water and sticking it in the microwave for the right amount of time, you did what a good Samaritan, such as yourself, should have done and started to respond to emails- that is until a little notification popped up saying that Danisnotonfire had uploaded a new video. 

It’s not like you could actually be expected to do something productive when there was a brand new YouTube video to watch. And so that’s how you spent the next four minutes of your life (and also how you managed to burn your third bagel that week).


10 days, 1 hours, 52 minutes, and 8 seconds. Over-sized hoodies, sweatshirts, and really just anything with long sleeves became your go-to outfits of choice . Your timer had gotten you panicked over the past few days, the continuously dropping numbers starting to make your anxiety rear its ugly head. 

You were grabbing groceries, your earbuds loudly playing Fall Out Boy as you went along, throwing bread, eggs, and Oreos in to your cart. on second thought you tossed in a pack of Mac N’ Cheese too. A dinner for champions, really. 


5 days, 6 hours, 12 minutes, and 26 seconds. You’ve never been this stressed. Not even when you had to do speeches back in secondary school. Your fingers curled and uncurled around your mug of tea. It was probably cold now at that point, as it had been sitting on the table for a good twenty minutes, but you drank it anyhow. The TV played an old rerun of Friends, a marathon most likely, and you took a few deep breaths, trying to focus on the show.


1 day, 4 hours, 20 minutes, 14 seconds. You were ecstatic, you had actually managed to briefly push the thought of soulmates out of your mind. You were meeting Dan and Phil tomorrow. The Dan and Phil. 

You quickly poured food in to your cat’s bowl, sitting down on the floor next to her as she ate. 

“It’s freaking tomorrow. Holy crap. I’m so nervous,” You said aloud to yourself. “Or maybe I’m excited. I have no idea.”

You purposely kept your wrist down, averting your eyes from the numbers. The last thing you needed was more reason to be anxious. 


0 days, 0 hours, 10 minutes, 51 seconds. You were there. You were actually there. In the same building as Dan and Phil, surrounded by some of the most wonderful people you’d ever met. The entire idea of timers and soulmates was wiped from your head, and you let yourself laugh with the others in your group as a sweet girl named Eden made a joke. 

“What do you think they’re like? Dan and Phil I mean,”Kathrine, the girl standing next to you asked to no one in particular, looking around as she spoke. 

“Tall,” Another girl answered with a laugh, and a few others agreed. 

“Nerdy,” Someone from the back of the group quipped. 

“Nice, I’m sure,”Added the boy to your right, whom you’d helped draw whiskers on earlier. You nodded in agreement. They would be overly nice, surely.


0 days, 0 hours, 0 minutes, 40 seconds. Dan and Phil gave you a matching a set of grins, and you smiled back so hard it hurt. You gave Phil a hug first. And told him you were doing very well when he asked you how you were. 

You gave Dan a hug next and before you could stress out about the fact that you were nearly crying on your favorite Youtubers, you heard a soft beeping and felt a strange tingling sensation in your wrist. 

He must’ve heard it too as he pulled away quickly, staring down at you with wide brown eyes as he gently pulled up his sleeve, his timer blinking up at the two of you. His blank timer blinking up at the two of you. 

You mirrored his actions, tugging your sleeve up far too slowly before coming coming face-to-face with dashes rather than numbers. Your heart beat ten times faster than normal and your stomach was filled with butterflies as you looked back up to him. 

“It’s you,” He said, a massive grin on his face.

things you should know if you wanna date me

• I’m sensitive af
• I cry a lot over small things like movies or animals but rarely cry if it’s something personal unless I’m basically breaking down
• I love physical contact, I will constantly want you to hold my hand
• I can’t sing, but I will definitely sing really loud in the car and make you laugh
• I like to cook so I mean I’ll cook for you
• I like learning about new things so if you’re interested in something, I’ll gladly listen to you talk about it instead of playing dumb or shrugging it off
• I love animals, I will get excited every time I see a dog
• I love movie days
• I’m a listener, I want to help and be there for you on good and bad days
• I can’t stay mad for long. You can aggravate me but I won’t stay mad for longer than 5 minutes
• I love to cuddle, I will want you to cuddle with me for hours
• I love to have my hair played with and I will want to play with your hair a lot, so don’t get mad at me if I mess it up
• if you make me laugh, I will laugh for like 5-10 minutes
• I’m not used to getting a lot of affection so if you say something really cute and sweet to me I will get really shy and hug you or kiss you
• I just want your attention and I will miss you if we don’t talk for most of the day
• I don’t give up easily

LuHan scenario - my wish

Originally posted by ingrid-xiaolu


genre: birthday fluff and birthday sex ;)

Warnings: eating out, neck bites, dirty talk

summary: Luhan comes for a visit while you celebrate your birthday with family and makes sure that you have a very happy ending.

word count: 7,460+

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Garish Room #28 [2017 ver. member A to Z case of Ruki] part 2

- No (work that you would not like to receive by being a member of the Gazette)

Ruki: Unexpectedly, there are so many questions that confuse me (laughs). What could it be? There are too many things and it is difficult for me to choose, but I absolutely can’t stand it when I notice something like how they make fun of the band. Though it didn’t yet happen that I was invited to such places (laughs). I don’t like to go out with someone together, and also I don’t go out to places which I don’t know well. Or those where I could get attention or something like that … well, since I’m invited to such places, I appreciate it, of course, but if I decide not to go out, I do it without any hesitation. Still, I don’t have such feelings that I don’t like the fact that the fans see me. Since if I look at them myself, it wouldn’t be cool, right?  But that’s strange, when we’re on the radio, I feel quite normal. For example, the request to send numerous stories for us was favorably received.

- Obtain (recently acquired thing that increased the intensity of sensations)

Ruki: …… There is no such. There are also no such things that I want at this moment.

- Picture (photo of the times Dainippon itan geisha)

Ruki: This time on the interview page I chose photos from the times of “Gama”, but this hat, there was not even one time that I put it at any performance. Since at that time there were so many cosplayers (which cosplayed it). Probably, it wasn’t difficult to make that hat, right? In fact, I was not going to choose a hat of this shape. Although I hoped for a smaller hat, in the end it turned out to be so huge. In addition, when we have finished, its size was about 2 times larger than in this photo. But having remade it a little, somehow we got this size. By the way, Reita, when it comes to choosing past photos, from a long time, he always says “this is 舐 ~ zetsu”, doesn’t he? (laughs)

- Question (things you are skeptical of)

Ruki: If I have to cite just one example, then I think that probably it will be “why in the films set a certain framework.” This is my personal impression, but it seems to me that Japanese films have become not interesting. Realistic scenes of murder do not show at all, right? But, for example, if we talk about Korean films, the image is very realistic there, right? I wonder why there is such a difference. Strictly speaking, I have an indie mentality, so I think something like “I wonder why it happened that this or that has become to sale this way?” I mean, if to remove all useless things, there will be many things which are rather intricate. Now the dramas are also quite uninteresting. What about “Nigehaji”? I watched it, but only one episode (laughs). Then I turned it off immediately. Once it became a hot topic of discussion, I wanted to see superficially what it is like. I thought that it probably should be interesting. So I felt “this is the so-called way of mass media to extol everything” or something like “don’t you think it’s pretty suspicious?” Then, this doesn’t very apply to “Nigehaji”, but is there really no tendency now to create what any fool can understand?  If this continues, then the ability to think will quickly run out, right?

-  Resistance (not subject to discussion part)

Ruki: I have a lot of things that I don’t concede to others (laughs). And I do not concede even in one thing. I am completely unyielding, but compared to past times, I think I became more tolerant towards the fans. Earlier, when they told me something, I was, on the contrary, absolutely adamant. It also happened that I was viciously behaving. Now I think that, of course, there is something that I want to do by myself, but it is also our duty to make everything understandable to others, and bring it to them.

- Sexy (a favorite part of the female body and gestures that excite the feelings of men) 

Ruki: Before I used to prefer when they were pretty nude, but now I like it better when not naked (laughs). But nevertheless recently I didn’t feel something like “as for me, it’s sexy.”  Already quite a long time, looking at the actresses or something like that, I felt something like that, and it used to happen that I thought “well, she’s not bad.”

-  Treasure  (treasures that you really  appreciate)

Ruki: Well, it probably all comes down to the band. When the main feelings become in the style of “to sacrifice everything”, I think that’s how it is. 

- Under ( kohai, which you accept)

Ruki: Now there isn’t particularly anyone about whom I’d think something like “oh, they are cool!”.

- Violence (episodes when you were very angry)

Ruki: Was there something …? I was angry with the manager, who is no longer with us, if I really need to mention something, then let it be. Other members, I wonder what they will say? In my case, it seems like there was no such case when I would be angry until unconscious.

- Warning (what do you pay attention to in your daily life) 

Ruki: I am aware of the fact that whenever possible I have conversations with other personalities. When you do such kind of work, there are also times when you have to communicate very closely, so from a certain time, I tried not to communicate in this style. In any case, first of all I try to understand the feelings of my casual interlocutor. And even if I get angry, I do it exactly because I digest what they’ve said (laughs). It also happens that I can accept it. Next, what I try to follow is to stop expressing myself in such a way as to attract the anger of others (laughs). Also, every day I try to get up on time. I set the alarm on the phone to ring about 10 times for 1 hour before I need to get up, but I turn off all of them completely.  It was also that after answering “yeah” to the manager, who had already arrived and was waiting for me in front of the house, I immediately fell asleep again (laughs). Earlier, Aoi was also often late, but now me and Uruha are two main culprits.

- X-factor (what would you like to try to do in the future that you never did before)

Ruki: Surprisingly now there is no anything like this, because almost every time I want to do something, it turns out. However, something as I’d like to try a bungee jumping, I definitely haven’t such wishes.

-  Yesterday  (what did you do yesterday, from the moment when you woke up before you went to bed)  

Ruki: Yesterday I didn’t wake up in the morning. It happened at night. And then I watched a lot of films at home. There was South Korean film starring Bung-hun Lei, but this movie was boring and so I got angry (laughs). Ah, that question about what made me angry is just about that, isn’t it? In Korean movies I like to find something hard (violent), and I like films with high average score. In my list there are also action movies, in which there is a chase of something unusual, and in which they consider social problems, or films recommended to me by good people. I don’t watch something like science fiction and anime. Something like “Avatar” and his glowing eyes, this style is a little off to me (laughs). I watched “Batman”, but couldn’t “Spiderman”. Most of all I like things close to dark themes. In general, I watch a lot of movies, and since the beginning of this year I already watched about 6 films. [* interview was Jan, 06]

-  Zero (what you would like to get rid of)

Ruki: For example, unpleasant incidents, they quite strongly affect me. What I did myself doesn’t hurt me at all, but if someone does something to me, it hurts me a lot (laughs).  Therefore, there are many such things. When I think that I screwed up in the video, it offends me, because I want to do it well. Well, we have to do everything so that this won’t happen. And it was that I, altering everything, corrected the video I had already shot in the middle of the night. In this I was pursued by that “part of me that doesn’t concede to anyone”.

translated from japanese to russian by shimizu_ran.vk for the_gazette_quotes.vk

translated from russian to english by me

as always thx for reading and sorry for mistakes ^^

All Started With a Song Part 7// Conor Maynard

Word Count-  1852

Summary- conor sees your cover and contacts you

A/n- (feel free to change the friends name I was just too lazy to write y/f/n that may times) so sorry it took so long. i was at my friends and couldnt get time to post. heres part 7. i hope you enjoy. im also not going to lie ot you guys, i have no idea when part 8 will be up. this is laos the longest imagine ive written so far!


You groaned as you rolled over in your bed, the loud noise filling your ears. Your alarm was going off. You slowly reached your hand out from under the blankets and shut it off. You were so tired but you knew you needed to get up. It was currently midnight. You needed to pack everything into the car, get to the airport and get everything checked in by 2:30.

You reluctantly got out of your oh-so-warm bed and walked to the guest room.

“Ali, get up. We have to get ready,” you whispered, lighting shaking the brunette.

You walked to the other side of the bed, “Livy, c’mon. We have to get ready.”

“Why did we stay up last night? We’re so dumb,” Alice groaned, sitting up.

“I regret it so much,” Olivia whined, pulling the blanket over her head.

You laughed lightly, grabbing the blanket and ripping it off the bed.

“You bitch! What did I ever do to you?!” Olivia shrieked.

“Get up you lazy bums. I’m making breakfast,” you said walking out to the kitchen.

“By making do you mean getting the cereal and bowls out?” Alice smiled, following you.

“And the milk!” you retorted.

“Hey Liv, can you bring me some Ibuprofen? My head is killing me,” Alice lightly shouted. A few moments later the blonde came out with a bottle of pills.

“Why did we do that last night?” She groaned.

“Because we’re dumb and immature,” you laughed.

“Not so loud please,” Alice whispered, swallowing 2 of the pills.

“Sorry,” you gave her a smile. “Maybe some Cheerios will help.” You passed her a bowl full of her favorite cereal.

“Oh my god,” she moaned as she took a bite. “God is real.”

You and Olivia laughed.

“Did we take any videos from last night?” you asked, handing Olivia her bowl.

“Let me check,” she took a spoonful of cereal while opening her camera roll. “Oh. My. God.”

“What?” you and Alice asked in unison.

“Look,” she had a weird look on her face when she handed you her phone.

You looked at the screen, mouth wide open.

You were stood on your bed, in an old t shirt and booty shorts. You were clearly drunk and very happy.

“Y/n!” shouted Alice. “Give your bae a quick shootout!”

“Yeah!” Olivia giggled, her grip on the phone shaky.

“I don’t have a bae,” you said sadly. “But I will give a shout out. Shout out to Conor Maynard for being a grade A asshole.” You hoisted the bottle of beer in your hand into the air. “You really know how to treat a girl. Hope your mommy’s proud of you.” You kneeled on the bed and got really close to the camera.

“Oh, and I think I might love you…” you said quietly. And then the video ended.

You stood there, not realizing the tears that had shed down your cheeks.

“Oh babe,” Olivia wrapped you in a hug. “I’m sorry.”

“No. Don’t feel bad. I was drunk, I said something I didn’t mean.” You lied through your teeth, hoping they would believe you. “We’re going to LA in a few hours, we should be happy!”

“Speaking of that, we should really get ready.”

“Oh crap,” Alice said looking at the clock. “It’s already 12:45.”

You three quickly washed your dishes and rushed to the bathroom. You guys spent the next 45 minutes getting ready, jamming out to music and packing your essentials into your carry ons.

By 1:30 you three were stood at your door, making sure you had everything.

“Carry ons?” you asked.


“Check,” Olivia placed her hands around the straps of her backpack.

“Phone and charger?”

“Got them both,” Alice said phone in hand.

“Where’s your charger?” you asked.

“In my bag.”

“Prove it.”

She sighed, “Yes mom.” She took her backpack off, opening the front pocket to reveal her various chargers.


“Check and check, “she had her charger in one hand, phone in the other.


“We packed all of it into yours.”

“Oh right. I have the necessities, Liv has the snacks and you have the activities,” you pointed at Alice who nodded.

“Suit case?”

“You can see them!” Olivia chuckled.

“I’m just going through the list we made!”


“Yes! We both have them! Can we please go now?”

“Yes! Let’s go!!” you squealed, shooing them out the door. You placed the key in the lock and turned it. “Hold on, I need to do one more thing.”


You ignored their questioning looks as you walked across the hallway, knocking on the door. The door opened faster than any of you expected.

“Mornin’,” said the very attractive young male who just happened to be shirtless.

“Hey Alex, here’s the key. Feel free to eat any food you find and use my Netflix.” You smiled, handing him the key.

“No problem,” he smiled, leaning against the door for support. “What exactly am I doing again?”

You chuckled, “Just making sure no one breaks in.”

“Right,” he straightening himself. “I can do that.”

“Thanks again,” you reach up and kissed him on the cheek. “I owe you.”

He smirked and closed the door. You turned around to two girls gawking at you.

“What the hell was that?” Olivia asked.

“That’s my neighbor Alex,” you said, grabbing your suitcase and beginning the long walk to the elevator.

“Why have you never mentioned him?” Alice asked, following you.

“Never came up, I guess,” you shrugged, approaching the elevator.

“Can we also talk about how its Alex. As in Jack Maynard’s friend Alex.” Olivia trailed off.

You laughed, pressing the elevator button, “It’s not a big deal guys. He doesn’t really socialize with anyone but the boys.”

“Have you guys hung out?” Alice pestered, following you into the elevator.

“Once, but it was when I first moved it last year. He was nice, but then had to leave cuz Abe needed help with someone. We just never clicked,” you shrugged once more.

“Why are you not freaking out?” Olivia questioned.

“Because I wasn’t going to use him to get to Conor, so why try? Yeah he’s nice and stuff, but I’m not that kind of person. Also he’d find out sooner or later that I’m a fan of him and his best friends.”

“You have a point, but I would have been all over that,” Alice laughed.

“Do you want his number?” you joked.

“You have it?” she gawked.

“No,” you laughed. “I just wanted to see your reaction.”


It took you girls a solid 10 minutes to figure out how to get everything in the car, it was like a giant version of Tetris.

The car ride was full of out-of-tuned singing and dirty looks from people who were stuck at the stoplight next to you.

When you finally got to the airport you parked in the long term parking and walked inside. It took about 20 minutes to get through security. You had to stop and beg the security to let you take the snacks on the 11 hour flight, which they eventually allowed.

You stopped by a Starbucks because you were all running on about 2 hours of sleep.

“Guys look!” Olivia smiled, pointing out the large windows that displayed all the airplanes.

“Let’s get a picture!” you giggled.

“Hi, could you please take a few photos of us?” Alice asked a teenage girl.

“Sure!” she smiled a big toothy smile and took the phone.

You guys took some facing away from the camera, some facing the camera and some sitting on the ground. After thanking the girl, you exchanged pictures.

While you were sat at Gate 4 waiting for your flight to LA, Conor was an absolute mess.


“I fucked up mate,” Conor sighed, spreading across the couch.

“And I don’t feel bad,” Jack said annoyed. Conor did this to himself.

“What do I do?” he asked his younger brother.

“Let her go. Bro you lost her, just accept that.” His brother sighed, pausing the game to give Conor his full attention

“I can’t,” Conor sat up, squeezing a pillow tight to his chest. “I like her a lot.”

“Then why did you ‘forget’?” Jack asked, using the finger quotes when necessary.

“Because I was jealous, I wanted to make her jealous. But I regret it,” he groaned, slamming his head into the pillow.

“If you regret it, why did you unadd her on everything?”

“I don’t know, I was upset that I just let her leave.”

“Bro, you’re so fucking stupid.” And with that Jack got up and went to his room.

Leaving Conor by himself while he was sad was a bad idea. He always did things he would later regret. And this time was no different, he opened his phone and went to Instagram. One lil peek wouldn’t hurt.

Yes it would.

He typed in your username and noticed you had a new picture. The picture was of you and two girls, the same two girls from your previous post, in front of a giant window of what looked like an airport. All three of you were in a squatting position. Alice and Olivia had their fingers pointing at the camera and you were in the middle, hands in prayer formation.

His eyebrows knit together in confusion as he read the caption.


spontaneous vacay with my besties? i think yes!

Where were you going? Why? Who were you going to see there? What were you going to do? He clicked the picture and went to the brunette’s, Alice, page. He was even more upset after seeing her post.


a spoon full of travel makes the sadness go away

Her picture was off you three, once again in front of the giant window. But this time you were in the middle, one arm wrapped around each girl. Alice was throwing up a peace sign and the blonde, Olivia, had her hand on your face, squishing your cheeks together. He once again clicked on the picture, this time going to Olivia’s page.

Her post was of you three facing away from the camera. Conor couldn’t see your face but he knew you looked beautiful.


LA, we’re coming for ya ;)

California? Why were you going to California? What was in California that wasn’t in London?

Lots of things you idiot.

Conor was half tempted to message you about it. But then he got a call.

Incoming call: Anth

Anth? Why was Anth calling him?

“Hey bro, what’s up?” Conor asked, curiosity filling him as he laid back on the couch.

“Before I tell you anything, you have to promise not to get mad or do anything stupid,” Anth said slowly.

“What are you on about?” Conor chuckled.

“Promise me,” there was no laughter in Anth’s voice.

“Okay… I promise. Now tell me what’s going on,” he sat up again.

“Y/n is coming to LA to do a cover with me,” Anth said quickly, fear consuming him.

It took Conor a few seconds to respond but Anth never expected him to say what he did.

anonymous asked:

I work at Awesome Wild Dog House (a resort, think synonyms ) in one of the retail outlets. We close at 10, and we have a sliding metal gate as opposed to a door. At 10:01, this girl, around 10 or 12, comes up to the closed gate and and says to us on the snottiest of tones, "You're CLOSED?! How is it closed? Why did you close?" Like, do you really not understand the concept of store hours? I was torn between confusion, anger, and trying not to laugh.

INFP gothic
  • Oh, were you talking to me? Sorry I wasn’t listening
  • *hungover* Please don’t touch me. Don’t talk to me, don’t look at me. Just leave me alone to die.
  • *in a bad mood* Life is just as meaningless as death tbh I don’t give a shit anyway.
  • *in a good mood* I love literally every single person ever. Everyone deserves to be happy! But mostly cats
  • Okay here’s a thought/Imagine that/What if
  • Oh my god this is the ugliest little creature I’ve ever seen. Look at it. It’s so miserable. I love it with all my heart.
  • *actually cries when laughing too hard*
  • What was that? Yeah I stopped listening again sry
  • I’m so sleepy and tired, I’ll go to bed at like 9 p.m. *is 3 a.m.* Fml
  • Alternatively - *sleeps some full 10 hours* *wakes up even more dead inside*
  • I don’t think this is appropriate. Please don’t do it, don’t- Ah I guess I’ll just pretend I don’t know you
  • I actually don’t care about my looks at all~ *spends at least an hour picking outfits/putting make-up every day*
  • I’m just gonna ignore the person I like until they notice I like them. Works every time.
  • *secretly into bdsm or at least very kinky* I’m 100% pure and I’m shaming all of you sinners
  • Listen - I don’t want to offend you, I’m SORRY in advance, okay here goes. Again I hope you don’t take this personally I’m rly rly regretful that it has come to this situation. Okay yeah I’ll spit it out - I don’t think purple is your color.
  • *Has an existential mid-life crisis at 21* Everything is sunshine and rainbows!11!!!

Title: interview

7 days of imagines

|day 1| |day 2| |day 3| |day 4| |day 5| |day 6| |day 7|

“So uh can you talk about the prosthetic a little bit and what was the process?” Chris asked
I sat in the crowd as I watched Chandler talk on live tv about the episode “Sing Me A Song” where he had a huge role in. Chandler gave Karen a shout out with all her hard work and talked about how it was a advantage and disadvantage with it.
“…I also lost my depth perception for like 10 ½ hours.”
“That’s how carl has to live everyday man!” Chris joked which made me laugh
“Yeah. The twin who play Judith hated my prosthetic though. They were scared of me! They used to love me. They love my girlfriend though, she brags about it all the time” Chandler told them
“Ah, yes your girlfriend (Y/N) right? Wow, it’s so weird, your still the 10 year old to me so hearing you have a girlfriend.” Chris said
“Yeah, she’s amazing with the kids. She’s just amazing” Chandler told him…and everyone in the crowd and everyone watching at home.
Chandler nodded and smiled. He then looked over at the crowed and smiled at me. I waved at him.


OUaT sneak peek whiplash:

When you go to bed at night from sneak peek #1 and your dash is all:

And then you wake up in the morning after sneak peek #2 and suddenly it’s:

Commentary Crew Preference - Sleepover + the day after

A/N: bad lol. I was gone for like a week because some shit happened, apologies. Last night (week) took an L but tonight I bounce back.


  • Watching dumb videos on youtube up until like 3am. Probably started from like actual content then just turned into watching damn daniel vine compilations, until you both cried from laughter.
  • Coffee. Just lots of coffee. More coffee. 
  • Then, when you’d actually find your way into the bed, he’d make sure that there’s at least 10 pillows and 3 blankets
  • Then like an hour of just laughing and giggling and switching positions??
  • Cuddling, no exceptions. 
  • Almost on the edge of falling asleep, then hearing him just say shit like “my name jeff,” and you’d both just die.
  • Waking up in a huge mess of pillows, blankets, everything.
  • Spending the morning just laying in the bed, being quiet and enjoying the moment. He’d probably play with your hair.
  • The day would consist of you two just being home, doing nothing. Playing games (G a r f i e l d  K a r t)
  • It ending in lots of goodbye kisses on the forehead.


  • He’d have probably it all planned out. What to do at what hour etc. You went with the plan for like the first two hours and then just forgot it.
  • Baking!!! You love baking and you were not too bad in it either. Lots of brownies.
  • Helping him film videos and skits to them. Also discussing the video or it’s topic in general.
  • Talking about stuff. Could be serious like politics, recent news or then just a funny you tube video of a cat playing a piano 10 hour remix.
  • Watching a horror film all cuddled up on the couch.
  • Going to bed not too late.
  • Spooning. Him being the little spoon because of his small form.
  • You’d wake up at like 8am, few hours earlier than him. You’d also make breakfast for him.
  • Spending the day just doing random stuff, going outside for lunch.
  • A nice goodbye hug. A kiss on the cheek too.


  • Watching him play CSGO just raging and screaming. Ablo Orman-style.
  • 95% of the time would be just you petting and playing with his cat.
  • He’d probably insist that you have to make a q&a video with him. 
  • When he would ask people on twitter to send questions, he’d get a bunch of replies with just “QnA with sister?” etc, and it would piss him off so much. You found it adorable.
  • You two recorded the video which was actually hilarious, but putting it on hold, not sure should he post it.
  • Touring around the big Soviet Union. He’d take you to KFC for the pengest munch. “Niggas gotta eat.”
  • When you got back it was really chilly so you decided to borrow, or atleast try one of his hoodies. You practically drowned in it.
  • Falling asleep quite fastly. A good and a cozy sleep.
  • Waking up at like 2pm. 
  • He’d make food, or atleast try. That’s what it looked like.
  • Plot twist; the food would actually taste really good.
  • A warm hug for the goodbyes. Tall boy.


  • Watching him record videos. You had to go to another room because you laughed a lot and you didn’t want to ruin the recording.
  • Starting beef with feminazis and cunts on twitter. He would either annihilate them or then just reply “haha yes.”
  • He would be surprised how good you were at beefing with people. You weren’t taking no shit and it only made him more attracted to you.
  • Despite his rather edgy and wild online persona, he’d be absolutely different in real life. Being very caring and loving. Appreciating every moment with you. Not saying he wouldn’t throw some funny and snarky comments at times.
  • Sleep over with out the sleeping.
  • Going to McDonald’s at 3am to get a big pack of nuggets and lots of cheeseburgers.
  • Then just doing random shit for couple of hours, still not tired.
  • Going for a deep™ walk outside and getting real deep. Talk about his issues and reassuring him that he is just perfect the way he is.
  • Watching films and shows on netflix and commentating over them. It would be actually hilarious. 
  • Falling asleep on the couch, netflix playing in the background. Probably at like 6.30am
  • You’d fall asleep all cuddled up.  He’d find you absolutely adorable and just smile.
  • Waking up practically in the same position. Wanting to stay like that forever, but he’d have to take a piss. lol.
  • BIGGEST HUG + kiss on the forehead. Big boy.


  • Despite his actually offensive and edgy personality online behaviour, he’d be actually the most caring and affectionate person. Lots of hugs and kisses.
  • Cooking food together
  • Commentating over FUCKH8 or BuzzFeed vids. Letting his more offensive side out. He’d probably record few vids on the go as well.
  • Playing GTA V for his gaming channel. Ad revenue important bro.
  • Going out quite late for a few beers. He’d get absolutely wasted over two pints. It would be actually hilarious to watch though.
  • Having fun for the most of the time. Listening to music, dancing, him trying to sing which you recorded for the blackmail material.
  • Him listening to your stories and things 100% enjoying it. Appreciating every thing you did in general.
  • Calling Niall, Billy and everyone else at 4am just to tell that they’re gay.
  • Cuddling that he would suggest, surprising you.
  • Waking up at about 10am, you’d have coffee and he would have his beloved orange juice. And that legendary sandwich. (inb4 “How to make a sandwich” -video)
  • Going to Tesco, to get some ice cream. (And more orange juice.)
  • When you would leave, he’d hug you but then after that kiss you. Smooth.



  • Getting Chinese Take Away.
  • Having the best and the most intense arguments and conversations about politics, music, culture etc.
  • Subtweeting or just posting conversations about memes between you two on twitter, even though you were literally few meters away from each other. 
  • Playing CSGO. You were killing each other constantly and just 99% fucking around.
  • Talking about his issues. He trusted you with these things, and you gave the best advice.
  • Critiquing and reviewing shows, games, albums, everything.
  • Staying up until about 2pm. Absolutely wild.
  • Waking up at 7pm, no regrets. 
  • C O F F E E. Overdose of C O F F E E.
  • A very long goodbye hug.
Cold Hearted (BTS AU) | Chapter 10

Genre: Post zombie apocalypse

Pairing: Jimin X Reader / Yoongi X Reader (Kinda smut ish this chapter)

Will contain:  Violence, Mentions of blood and death and the gross stuff, Fluff, Angst, smut (Wiggles eyebrows.) and major character death.  

Synopsis: The world was once booming with sound, streets full of people, there was always just, something. Lights, the lights that made people feel safe in the dark. But that world soon got took over with silence and darkness. Leaving people alone with creatures they did not know would even exist.

A/N: This is so long but I was just excited that I even made it this far. Sorry you have to read so much!

Word count: 9.4K

Chapter 11

Originally posted by sugagifs


“So, you think we should scare him out?” Namjoon questions the boy in front of him.

“Dude he sleeps in your bed.” I.M responds.

“Just think, while he is weak we can scare him away. Because he will want to be strong to fight back.” Tae buts in.

“Or we could just kill the fucker.” Yoongi speaks coldly. He has been like this for past 3 days.

“We still have to deal with the other three.” Jin is next. But he doesn’t know about Minhyuk. You don’t even know whether to trust him. Time will only tell.

“Dude can we just scare him off and at least live in our house for at least a week before I get hit in the face or almost shot.” Jungkook’s words make a few people laugh, including the ghost of a smile on Yoongi’s lips.

“Fine, but we are killing him after, the dudes a pain in the ass, why can’t he just bring on a huge ass fight and stop messing around.” Namjoon finally complies.

“Maybe he is just scared, or just likes the fun of waiting. I could have killed him by now.” Hoseok butts in.

“Oh, could you now? Then, why haven’t you?” Yoongi questions him.

“Well I got bit by a Lurker and…Shownu is a little scary, like scary big.” Hoseok is kind of small and you try to bite back your laugh. “Oi don’t laugh! If Kihyun doesn’t shoot me, Shownu would beat us to death, Jooheon would go all crazy on our asses and that Minhyuk…What does he do again?”

“Just stands near Kihyun and kills when told to be honest. Like a minion.” Wonho’s reply makes you think maybe Minhyuk does want out, maybe he fears him, Kihyun might not be able to fight but he is smart. You do want to stop sleeping on cold roads, wet forests and sleeping in the cold air, a week in your old home would be heaven before you stopped the one person who won’t let any of you at least try to live a kind of normal life. 

“When can we go?” You speak up, locking eyes with Yoongi for a split second before you both awkwardly look away.

“Well, how much do you love this cold ass road?” Namjoon asks.

“Love it like I love every Lurker in the whole world.” You reply.

“Off we go then!” Hoseok stands up, holding his hand out for you, helping you off the cold ground.

“Tae carry me.” Wonho pouts.

“Fine.” He fake groans out. He stands up and lets Wonho get on his back. Smiling when the man giggles.

You all pack the bags you have, which isn’t many, packing them with anything edible you have found, small weapons, and in Jungkook’s words “Cool shit he found.” Hoseok glances back at Tae, you nudge him.

“Talk to him.” He looks at you.

“I can’t…”

“Soon?” He smiles at you.

“For you I will. I want to tell you soon I’m just not ready.”

“Take all the time you need…” With that you all make your way back to the direction of the home that you once lived, hoping to do that again with new additions.

For a good half an hour things are awkward, No one speaks, Jungkook walks at your side.

“Okay, next bunny you see you have to hop like one for 10 minutes.” Tae challenged Hyungwon.

“You’re on.” As if on que a bunny appears, you all laugh. Hyungwon groans. Replacing his walking with bunny hops.

“Ok!” You pick up a long stick from the ground.

“Oh no.” Jungkook laughs at you.

“Bring it Kooks!” You re-live something you both did when you had a year alone together, surviving as just two.

“Oh you’re on!” He finds a stick like yours, instantly hitting your own and beginning your sword fight. You both laugh as the others laugh with you.

“BOOM! Here comes the ninja!” I.M smacks your stick from your hands.

“Oh hell no!” You laugh, retrieving it again and attacking him. You notice the others finding more sticks, Tae and Wonho laugh during their mini sword fight. Hoseok watches them and shocks you when he finds a stick and plays with them. You notice the shock on Tae’s face but he takes the moment and lives it.

You go to spin and hit Jungkook’s stick when your stick sword is hit by another and a sweet laugh fills your ears. You look up to see Yoongi.

“Well fight me then.” He smirks. You decide to take your chance and start your own little fight. You both laugh until a stick smacks Yoongi away from you and everyone falls silent.

“Stop playing around. All of you.” Jin speaks, but he says these words while he looks into Yoongi’s eyes.  Looking beyond Jin you see why.

Jimin stands staring at you both, his face blank. Looks like things won’t be able to be like they were before. You all drop your sticks, a few of the boy’s cough awkwardly before walking off again, you silently follow, deciding to walk at the back on your own.

You walk with your head down for at least an hour, no one bothered to speak to you. You could hear conversations between everyone else but you didn’t feel like joining.

You watch as fingers lace with yours. You don’t hold their hand back until you realise who it is. You watch as you step at the same time as each other, your hands swinging together. You look up into his eyes and they are full of emotion, you both have so much to say but you can’t.

“Can we sleep yet!” Jin whines.

“It’s been like two hours. No!” Namjoon fights with him.

“Can we eat then?” Namjoon sighs.

“We have like no food ok. Just wait.” This only causes Jin to groan out, annoyed he can’t get his way.

Jimin’s hand squeezes yours. “Here…” You look down at the hand not holding your own. Berries.

“Are they okay to eat?” He shrugs.

“I’ve been eating them.” You take a few and place them in your mouth. You let out a moan, causing Jimin to freeze up for a second. “They…That good?”

“I mean, food is food.” You awkwardly laugh, he nods. Oh god this was not your day.

“So, I was thinking I wanted to tr-” His words are cut off by Jungkook beside you both.

“Don’t do that.” He points at your hands. “Just don’t cause drama already.” You both drop each other’s hand, as much as you didn’t want to, you didn’t want Yoongi to get mad.

You just decide to keep yourself close to the small group you travelled with before you all joined again, avoiding as much drama as you could.


“Ok, so we just charge?” You can’t help but laugh at Hoseok’s words.

“I mean…Maybe.” Yoongi mumbles.

“Not going to Lie Shownu is so scary.” Jungkook speaks.

“He’s actually not, he fights great but he doesn’t speak. Just avoid him, he will go if Kihyun goes.” Hyungwon states.

You watch as Wonho checks his gun, you don’t know why since he’d never shoot it.

“Fuck it go!” Namjoon races forward. You all stare for a second before just running with him. He throws open the front door to reveal a startled Jooheon. He spots his ex members and his face goes angry.

“Don’t even think about it pretty boy.” Jins words make you giggle. Jooheon does nothing but stare. He has nothing, he’s surrounded and he doesn’t know what to do.

“What the fuck!” He seethes at his former friends. Noticing Hyungwon looks happy with you all. “Why would you?”

“He’s fucking mental man!” I.M states.

“You know what he’s been through!” Jooheon bites back.

“I don’t give a shit! We tried to help him!” Something flashes across Jooheon’s face but you ignore it when Kihyun limps into view, his eyes wide.

You all point your weapons to him.

“You’re going to regret this.” He spits through his teeth.

“What’s going on?” Shownu appears at Kihyuns side. He sees all of you and goes to step forward. Hoseok beats him to it, aiming his gun right at his head.

“Don’t even fucking try. Get out.” He growls.

“You’re so funny.” Kihyun laughs. Hoseok shoots the ground near Shownu making him step back.

You notice Wonho has his finger on the trigger of his gun. What is he doing?

“Come back for us all you want, but we will be ready for you.” I.M speaks up.

“You used to be with us!” Jooheon shouts.

“Before you all went fucking crazy!” He shouts back.

You see Minhyuk behind the three boys. You catch eye contact and he nods at you. He doesn’t attack. You watch Yoongi see him, looking shocked to see him back away like he wasn’t even there. He is on your side.

“Run Kihyun.” Wonho speaks for the first time.

“Or what, you’ve always been a pussy.” A shot sounds and everyone falls silent, apart from Kihyun who sits on the ground holding his thigh. Wonho shot him. He did it.

“You asshole.” Shownu launches forwards but is stopped.

“No!” Kihyun shouts. “Let’s give them what they want, I need, fuck I need to heal.” Jooheon and Shownu are at his side. “You will pay for this shit, enjoy your time because I will only come back stronger. I’ll kill all of you.”

“You and what Army?” Yoongi challenges.

“Just wait.” He smirks. Shownu helps him up, Jooheon following.

“Oh, and leave all the shit you brought here, It’s ours now.” Namjoon smiles at him with a sweet fake smile.

“You’re pushing it.” Jooheon comes towards him, only for Hoseok to stand with his gun pointed directly at his head.

“Get the fuck out of our home.” Jooheon backs away. You slowly feel more at ease. A hand slips within yours, you know these slim fingers. You look up to your once boyfriend.

“It’s going to be okay…” He whispers. He knew you were scared. His hand leaves yours too soon.

“Let’s just go okay! They won’t be prepared for what I have in stall for them!” Kihyun is lifted up by Shownu, you notice Minhyuk joining them by their side. He glances at you.  

“This place sucked anyway.” Jooheon barges past all of you, followed by Shownu helping a limping Kihyun. Minhyuk passes you, he laces his fingers with yours briefly before leaving. You look to your hand. He left you a note. You discreetly put it in your pocket.

“I’m so proud of you!” The voice comes from Tae, you watch him run to Wonho, hugging him tight, you watch as Wonho relaxes into his embrace. They act like they are in love sometimes.

“Home sweet home…” Namjoon mumbles.

You look behind you, briefly you see Kihyun glancing back at you before they disappear into the forest. Something big is going to happen. He wouldn’t have left that easy. For now, you ignore it.

You glance at Jungkook. He smirks at you.

“Race you!” He runs in the direction of your old room, you laugh and chase after him. You barge through your door and jump onto your old bed, Jungkook next to you. You both let your laughter fill the room when someone else enters the room. You fall silent as you watch Jimin make his way to the bed he slept in. You were roommates.

“Just pretend we never happened.” He mumbles. His words hit you hard and you storm out the room, catching Jungkook call him a dick before you decide to go back downstairs.

You walk into the living room, everything is still the same, they didn’t change anything. Yoongi is happily laying on the sofa and Namjoon is checking his hidden notes are still there. Tae is happily talking with Wonho and I.M, Jin is settled with Hyungwon and Hoseok is walking towards you.

“Come with me…” He looks nervous. You nod your head and follow him, feeling happy seeing the place he trained you to fight. You really are home and it feels great. You just don’t know how long it will last.

You walk over to the log you would sit as you had a break or just watched the others train.

You look at Hoseok as he takes a deep breath.

“Hobi what’s wrong?” He smiles.

“I love it when you call me that. I’m just scared.” You place your hand in his for comfort.


“Because I’m going to tell you what happened to me while I was gone.” You feel nervous yourself.

“You don’t have to.” He squeezes your hand.

“I want to.” You give him a warm smile, letting him know it’s okay.

“I’m always here for you okay?” He smiles and nods at you.

“Ok, so from the moment Tae left me, I was so mad. He ran from me knowing what he did, I wanted to run after him but I felt so weak as I was losing so much blood. I ended up just lying there, waiting for myself to turn. I fell asleep. The next day I felt awful but, I was still me. I thought I might as well survive as much as I could. I knew there was a berry bush nearby, I felt like shit but I got up and made my way there.” His voice shakes.

“Hobi.” He shakes his head.

“I’m ok…So when I got there I found my vision was going, there was some pain in my body, like all the way through. But I noticed, my Veins looked black in my arms, I was turning. On day 3 I couldn’t walk. I was in so much pain; all I could do was scream or cry when it got too much. My brain felt like it was going to burst. I felt like I was going insane. I felt angry all the time but I was too weak to move. When I could I would just thrash about.” Your heart starts to ache for the boy.

“It’s ok now.” You comfort him.

“I’m not done…On day four I should have turned. But I was just so ill, I could feel everything, I could feel what it felt like to turn, but I wasn’t turning, I just went through the process. I remember I threw up, it was black and gross. I passed out and woke up the next day fine. I was weak, but I was okay, I was still me. I waited two weeks and I still didn’t turn, I was more me again, just so hungry.” You see a tear fall from his eye.

“Don’t cry…” He smiles as you wipe away his tears.

“I got fucking bit again. Three times. I had to go through that process again and again, I just wanted to die. I wanted to kill myself and I was begging I just turned. I go through the process, then I just don’t turn.” You get curious. 

“Hobi…Three times?” He lets go of your hand and stands up. You let out a gasp as he lifts his shirt. You look at three bites. One on his waist. The other on his chest, and another on his stomach. He pulls his shirt back down and sits with you again.

“I’m mad at Tae because he should have just killed me, I had to go through the process of turning four times and I was so scared and alone. I had been bitten a week ago, when Jimin and Jin found me. I found an old home. It was so broken but I just stayed there. There was no Lurkers so I felt safe. Seeing them come through that door, even if it was to check for supplies was the best day of my life.” You decide to joke with him, trying to make light of his sad story. 

“Ouch…What about me.” You pout.

He laughs. “The best day of my life was seeing you again.” You smile.

“Are you going to tell the others.” He nods his head.

“When they ask, but I wanted to tell you first.” You move closer to him and wrap your arms around his body. He hugs you back instantly, his head burying into your neck. “Thank you for being here.” You part with him.

“I always will be.” With that, he stands up and takes you with him. You finally know what happened to him, you feel like your friendship really grew. You also felt like you needed to keep him protected, you decided this was your job now.


Day two back at home


You’ve all been slacking. You haven’t trained, looked for weapons, or anything they might have hidden. You have all done nothing but sleep and joke around.

You and Yoongi share glances, every now and then he might brush his hands against your body as he passes you in the hall. You wonder why you haven’t fought yet. Why you haven’t argued. But he hasn’t seen you with Jimin. In fact, Jimin only stays in your room. You know Yoongi hates he still stays there, he hates you sharing a bed with Jungkook once again. Jungkook told you Yoongi told him he must be ok with it because then you aren’t alone with Jimin. He is still mad, but he is keeping it bottled up.

You currently sit outside on the porch like old times. Jungkook sits next to you.

“I’m going to help you.” He randomly speaks.


“You keep watching Yoongi, I’ll help you get back with him.” You freeze.

“Jungkook I-” He shakes his head.

“No, it’s fine, like I said, I would rather have you in my life as my best friend and see you happy, than ruin it by being together and it not working out.” But that’s not why you don’t want his help. 

“Kooks listen.”

“No it’s fine. He’s not being angry with you because he still likes you, he watches you all the time, he smiles when you laugh, he always sits near you. He doesn’t want to argue…” He drifts off.

“Look I just-”

“Jimin will just have to understand it was just sex, right?” Is that what he thought?

“Just stop ok?” You snap at him, Jungkook is taken back, he falls silent immediately. Its awkward for a few minutes, you decide to get up and go back inside.

A hand wraps round your wrist, making you spin and come face to face with Jimin.

“Please talk to me…” He whispers.

“You’re the one not talking to me…” He looks sad.

“I’m scared of getting hurt.” You sigh.

“You’re hurting me by doing the one thing you knew I hated. You’re acting like I’m not here. Just like Yoongi did.” Your words hurt him, you watch the pain flash across his eyes.

“I just don’t want arguments, things have been ok.”

“But I’m sad about it!” You snap for the second time today. “I wat to talk to you. But you’re too scared of Yoongi.”

“He beat the shit out of me…” He is keeping calm around you. Something Yoongi didn’t do, when you snapped, he snapped and you would argue, Jimin stays patient whenever you got mad.

“What’s going on here?” Oh no, this was the first time the three of you were near each other at the same time. You both turn to Yoongi who looks at Jimin’s hand on your wrist, Jimin notices this and lets go.

“Nothing.” Jimin mumbles.

“Didn’t sound like nothing, what’s wrong? She doesn’t want to fuck you again?” He is still mad.

“No. I’m not pressuring her for sex like you did.” Now Jimin is just asking for it. The problem is, Jimin was so quiet and innocent, but the events over the last few months have really made him come out of his shell and he really doesn’t care anymore. He got cocky while he was away from you.

“What the fuck did you say?” Yoongi steps forward.

“That’s all you argue about. You needed to get your dick wet.” Jimin snaps at him.

“Jimin that’s too far!” You get involved.

“Seriously, you cheated on me with this idiot, you probably only did it because he was throwing himself at you!” That was it.

“Yoongi, how about you shut the fuck up. And Jimin.” You turn to him. “Stop making things worse.” He looks at you, running his fingers through his hair before leaving the situation.

“Seriously why the fuck was it him. I’d sooner it be Jungkook.” You scoff.

“That’s a lie.”

“Why would you ruin us?” This is the first time you’ve spoken about it.

“I just. I don’t know…” You trail off.

“Yes you do, You just don’t want to admit the truth.” He’s closer to you now.

“Why can’t we just be ok?” You ask him. “I don’t want to get people killed because we can’t focus, just because we have issues.” He looks at you for a few seconds.

“Casual. I can be casual. But that’s hard enough being around the one person who made your world complete.” You feel tears in your eyes.

“I’m sorry…” You whisper, looking up at him he forces a small smile on his face.

“One day, it will be ok, but it’s too soon.” With that he leaves you alone. You stand there for a few minutes before you remember the note Minhyuk gave to you. You run to the only person you can think of. 

“Wonho!! You shout, barging into his room.

“Hey I could have been naked!” He shouts, laughing after.

You smile and sit on his bed facing him.

“Okay so, um…Minhyuk is on our side…” He frowns.


“It’s a long story, but Minhyuk agreed to help us, like he saw us the other day but didn’t get involved, he also gave me this as he left the house.” You hold out the paper, passing it to him.

“This is so random, why haven’t you told anyone?” You shrugged and he sighed. Opening the note his eyes widen. “He really is on our side.”

“What does is say?” You ask, you’re too impatient.

“Kihyun has more people on his side, he has been forming another gang in secret. He trusted me enough to tell me. They are strong, the have fighting skills, they can sneak around. I’ll try hold him off for at least month.” You’re in shock. He has a whole army?

“We need to tell the others.” You know they will be mad.

“Wait, He said to meet him in one week from the day he gave you this at the weapons hut, he will wait all day and night if he has to.” Wonho reads over the note. “I knew there was something about Minhyuk that seemed off. He was against Kihyun this whole time.”

“He’s risking his life meeting me.” Wonho nods.

“But we need to hear more.” You know he is right, you take the note back and decide to go gather the others.

“And you’re telling this to us now!” Namjoon raises his voice at you.

“Don’t shout at her!” Jungkook defends you.

“This is a good thing, isn’t it?” Hyungwon asks.

“I don’t trust him.” Jin speaks.

“Look, I’ll meet him and find out.” You say.

“Not alone you’re not.” Hoseok stands up.

“Then come with me?” He nods. You look at Namjoon who keeps reading over the note.

“We don’t know anyone else who could help us. I don’t even know where to find living people anymore.” He’s frustrated.

“Well, we have a month…” You trail off.

“What are you saying?” Jin looks at you.

“Why don’t we send someone on a quick hunt like Jungkook did, and like you have all done, you don’t have to go as far, just try going somewhere you haven’t and see?” A few heads nod in agreement.

“That’s not a bad idea, in the meantime, we train hard, we need to be sneaky. We are all loud as shit.” Hoseok laughs.

“No you’re just clumsy.” He jokes with Namjoon.

“Shut it.” Namjoon laughs with him. “Someone will go in two days.” With that Namjoon leaves the room.

“If you can, bring Minhyuk to all of us, we all need to speak to him.” You nod your head. Looks like you’ll be exhausted for the next month, Namjoon will over train all of you.

You leave the room and head outside. You look at your bow and the small amount of arrows you have left, maybe you need to learn to use a gun properly. You notice Jin’s crop garden is almost dead, he was so proud of it.

You smile to yourself as you see the blueberries still survive. Walking over to it you pick a few.

“I remember when we had those every day.” Jimin’s voice make you turn on your feet to face him.

“You liked strawberries more.” You say before popping a berry in your mouth, they still taste good.

“True…Look about earlier.” You shake your head stopping him.

“Forget that ok…”

“I’m sorry.” He pulls you in for a hug, shocking you. This is the most contact you’ve had in a long time. You can’t help but wrap your arms around him, cherishing this moment. When you part you feel cold.

“What was that for?” He shrugs.

“Just in case I don’t get to do it again.”

“Don’t say things like that!” He looks sad.

“Are you going to be with Yoongi again? You always look at each other…” He goes quiet.

“No.” You say fast and with no emotion. Jimin frowns.

“Are you ok?”

“Don’t speak about him when you’re with me, I don’t want to be reminded of how much I fucked up.”

“I’m sorry…”

“It’s ok.” It feels awkward for a moment.

“I’m uh…Gonna go get all the rest I can. Before Namjoon decides to be a pain in the ass.” Jimin laughs at his own words, you feel warm as he tucks your hair behind your ear. You can’t do this. You smile back at him before you walk away.

You’re scared.


One week back home


You fall to the floor, not caring about the cold ground. You’re exhausted. Not only have you been practicing fighting with Hoseok for about two hours, but you had to fight I.M, who turns out to be slightly mental. He’s good.

“Same time tomorrow?” I.M asks. You only nod, trying to catch your breath.

Hoseok sits with you for a few minutes, when you finally seem good he speaks up. “You ready?” He asks, you nod and stand up with him. Today you go to the weapons hut. You feel nervous, but it needed to be done. Namjoon surprised you all by deciding to go on the small hunt, he is the leader so maybe he felt like he needed to find other people as well as any equipment. He took Hyungwon with him because he has a good eye.

You listen to the leaves crunching under your feet, feeling the nerves getting worse as the hut comes into view 

“Hoseok is it stupid I’m scared?” He shakes his head.

“No, He’s killed innocent people, even I’m nervous.” You don’t respond. You take a deep breath as you step into the hut.

“Well it’s about time.” Minhyuk sits on an old stool. Playing with the gun in his hand. He notices Hoseok. “Hey.” He smiles at him, Hoseok doesn’t react. Minhyuk just looks at him oddly. “Ok?” He goes to speak again but you cut him off.

“Wait…Are you willing to talk to all of us.” He goes quiet for a moment, before nodding his head. You feel a wash of relief when he stands up. Hoseok stands beside you, closer than usual, his brotherly side taking over. Minhyuk walks behind you in silence as you walk back to the house.

You walk inside and act normal, walking into the living room where everyone is gathered, recovering from their training. All eyes are on you.

“Can we all, sit?” Everyone looks around each other before slowly sitting infront of you. Once everyone is settled you look to the door.

“Minhyuk!” You call him in, heads turn to the archway, some looking shocked as he walks in the room. He makes his way to your side.

“Um, hi.” No one responds, making him sigh. “Ok, well um, basically, Kihyun has been finding people for a while now, he wanted to make his own army, become strong, and before you guys became involved by getting Wonho, he wasn’t even thinking of attacking Namjoon because he stole weapons. But he got mad about you taking Wonho, since then he has been planning on attacking you, it will be randomly, and these guys are good.” You watch everyone’s faces pale.

“You will need to be good at fighting, and close range weapons would help, trust me, so less guns.” Everyone nods. He would make a good leader.

“I’m going to risk my life for you idiots, because I care for my boys.” His words warm you heart. “Two nights before they attack, I’ll tie a white cloth to your door handle.”

“Thank you for doing this.” Jin comments.

“You’ve kept my boys safe, yeah Wonho might be older than me but he didn’t need that life, so he’s my boy.” He smiles at him, Wonho only smiles back, clearly touched. For a moment, Tae looks mad.

“Is that all?” Hoseok asks. Minhyuk shakes his head.

“I’ll pretend to fight one of you.” Jungkook raises his hand. “Ok, I’ll pretend to fight Jungkook, I need you to look weak enough that Kihyun will get involved. When he comes over, for example you could be on the floor, I’ll move out the way, then I’ll attack him, get him as weak as I can, because I know you guys want to finish him completely.”

“You’re damn right!” Yoongi speaks.

“Stay with us…” I.M drifts off. Minhyuk looks sad.

“I can’t.” I.M just keeps his head down.

“Will you stay after we fight?” Wonho asks. Minhyuk looks at everyone.

“You’re welcome to join us…” Jin offers.

“Thank you.” Minhyuk looks happy. “I have to go…” Wonho and I.M get up, both hugging the man before he makes his way to the front door. You follow.

“Thank you for all this.” He smiles at you.

“It’s nothing.” You offer your hand, he shakes it before opening the door and leaving you with the information he has given you.

“Well that was a lot to take in.” Jungkook is by your side.

“We will do this together!”

“Like old times!” You both feel happy in such an odd situation. You see another figure walk by.

“Where are you going?” You question Jimin.

“I’m going to go hunt, I’m bored.” He shrugs and you just nod, letting him go.

“Things will be okay one day.” Jungkook re-assures you, leaving you stood in the hall. You decide to roam your home, going upstairs.

There are so many rooms, and most of you share rooms so there are spare. You decide to look around in the storage room, where you keep things that got in the way. Opening the door everything is still how it was left before. You look at some old furniture from those who lived here before, framed pictures of the large family are dotted around the room covered in dust.

You go to leave the room until someone decides to keep you company. You become startled.

“Yoongs don’t creep like that.” He smiles at the nickname but it quickly fades.

“You’re the professional creeper.” Does he always want a fight?

“Why do you do this, why can’t you just not mention it?” You can feel yourself getting irritated.  

“Because it fucking hurts! You slept with my best friend but never me and I just don’t get it! I was your boyfriend!” He shouts at you, slamming the door shut, isolating you both in the room.

“Is that all you fucking care about?!” You scream. He says nothing, only making your anger boil more. “It is isn’t it!?…You only cared about sex! It’s all you went on about!” You watch as his jaw clenches. You’ve angered him more.

“No and you know it.” He’s trying to keep calm.

“Then what is it!? I’ve tried to be nice to you and you are treating me just like you did at the start! I’m trying to fix stuff!”

“Fix stuff?!” He finally shouts back. He laughs in a snide way. “You can’t fix this shit! You cheated on me! I was falling for you and you let him touch you! I changed for you! You threw it back in my face!” His words are starting to hurt but you can’t say anything, it’s not like he’s wrong.

“Well at least he was confident enough to go all the way…You mentioned it, but put it off more than I did.” That did it.

Next thing you feel is pain searing through your back. Yoongi practically threw you against the wall.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.” He whispers next to your ear, making the chills run through your body.

“I don’t know what you mean.” He scoffs.

“Hmm, you do.” His fingers play with bottom of your sweater. What’s going on? “You’ve been doing it too…” He finally makes eye contact with you. “I just want to know how the hell he got to touch you the way only I should have.”

“He made me want him.” His eyes flash with lust.

“Did he now?” His voice goes low, he doesn’t hesitate to leave small kisses from your shoulder to your neck. Stop him, why aren’t you stopping him.


“Is that all it takes?” He starts to suck once he hears your breath falter when his kisses reach just under your jawline. You can’t help but tilt your head so he has more access.

“No…” You try, but it comes out breathless. He hums against your skin, releasing your skin, Kissing the spot once more. There is no way you can hide this.

His hands press your waist more into the wall as his body presses to yours, he slides his hands up your sweater, letting his hands run along your bare waist line. You aren’t stopping him. You let your own hands fall to his waist, tugging his sweater he only smirks.

“No way in hell am I going first.” You smirk back. He raises his hands up your bare body, gliding over the material of your bra as he brings your sweater over your head. He throws it to the side before glancing at you. “Shit.” He mumbles.

“Shut up.” Is all you say when you rush a little too much, sliding his own sweater from his body, his paler skin on show, his toned body making your eyes not look away.

“I can’t wait.” Your back with his hands on your waist. Only this time his lips are on yours and you’re kissing him back. You have never kissed him like this. It was hungry, it was full of lust and want. Anger was another thing added in the mix, only making the situation more heated.

You let his tongue slide in your mouth, meeting yours with his. Soon your breaths become heavy but you both don’t pull away, dealing with the air you have between you. His hand finds its way to your hair, pulling your head back with it to gain access to your neck once more.

“I want you. I need you.” He mumbles against your skin. You can’t speak, your falling into nothing but lust filled emotions. While he kisses, and nips at your neck, you’re already working on his belt, finally freeing him from it and completely undoing his jeans.

He reaches a part of your neck, he nips and you let out a moan. He’s making you want him more than ever. You should stop.

You let his jeans fall to the ground and he moves you both, you find his lips once more as you back him up.

“There’s no bed.” You part with him to speak breathlessly.

“Floor.” You nod, letting your mouths join once more. You don’t know how but the next thing you know your back is pressed to the cold wooden floor, his body feels heavy on you but you can only focus on his lips on your own, soon feeling his hands fumble with your jean button. He parts with you once he has it undone, kissing down your chest, not bothering with your bra he kisses down your stomach.

Finally, he slides your jeans from your legs, his eyes meet yours and you nod. He hooks his fingers under your underwear, sliding them down your legs so you’re almost completely naked. He lets his eyes roam your body while he bites his lip.

“Fuck.” He mutters. You can’t help but smile.

“Yoongi.” You take him from his trance, shaking his head his lips are back on your body, only this time he’s spread your legs apart, kissing your inner thigh, only finding his way closer to where you need him most You feel yourself panting as he comes closer.

His mouth is where you want him and you don’t try to conceal your moans.


Thick sweat covers your body as your back arches from the floor. Your moans are not being caught this time, you let them go. The situation only feeling hotter as Yoongi lets out small grunts and moans right near your ear.

He thrusts fast, hard, making your back scrape on the wood, you know there’s damage but the feeling of pleasure makes you forget the pain.

“Yoongi…” As you pant out his name he kisses you, its sloppy. You didn’t care. You could feel his movements becoming more uneven, you knew he was close, and so were you.

He slows his thrusts for a moment as he parts from your lips.

“I love you.” He whispers. Your eyes go wide and you don’t have time to respond before he picks his pace back up, only making you let out a moan louder than before.

“I can’t…” You manage out.

“Let go baby…” His words send you over the edge, you let your head fall back to the floor as you come to your high, feeling him slow his movements within you, guiding you through. He pulls out to let himself finish off, kissing you softly as he does.

He lays himself next to you, pulling you into his arms as you both catch your breaths.

You did it.

You had sex with Yoongi.

You don’t know how you feel about it.

It was sudden, you could tell there was anger in there, and for him there was love, but you didn’t know how you felt. You let him hold you for few minutes. You rest your arms on his chest while he smiles at you. You dip your head down and kiss him once more.

Getting up you retrieve your scattered clothes. You’re about to put your sweater back on when you feel a hand on your back and you wince.

“Your backs cut up.” Of course it was, you has sex on an old wooden floor.

“I’m fine.” He laughs, kissing your shoulder before turning you around. You both stand in just your jeans and shoes.

“Everyone heard.” He says.

“How do you know?”

“You are aware everyone is just downstairs and we weren’t exactly quiet, at all.” You know you weren’t, you feel heat rise to your cheeks at the thought of everyone hearing you, then you paled. Jimin.

You spin back around and retrieve your sweater, sliding it over your body.

When you turn around Yoongi is fully clothed. Things were not going to be the same after you leave this room and you know it.

“Let’s go…” He reaches for your hand but your pretend to not notice, only opening the door yourself and letting yourself out. You don’t speak as you make your way down the stairs with Yoongi behind you.

Entering the living room, three pairs of eyes look at you awkwardly.

“Hey…You…” I.M drifts off. You can’t even look at him.

“You’re…. Vocal.” Wonho speaks. Eyes wide.

“You’re a fucking whore.” Not again. You look into the eyes of Jin.

“Jin.” You try.

“No. Fucking no! I let you back in! I told him its okay to hug you! To hold your hand because maybe, just fucking maybe he had a chance this time! And then you do this!” He loses it at you.

“Jin fucking save it!” Yoongi snaps.

“Don’t.” You warn him. “W…Where is he…” Jin laughs.

“he punched Jungkook in the face.” What?

“What!?” You shout.

“He walked back in from Hunting, he was so excited because he found something to help us with our fight, then he heard you. He lost it and I’ve never seen him do it, He punched Jungkook for no reason and now I don’t know where he is.”

You go to leave the room.

“Don’t go after him.” You frown.

“Jin I have too…” he sighs.

“Why do you keep hurting everyone?” Everyone?


“First Jungkook, then Yoongi and now Jimin…Next thing I know you’ll be in bed with I.M!”

“Yeah no I’m good.” I.M laughs.

“He is my best friend and I love him like my own brother, please. Stop.” Jin begs of you. You want to tell him something but the others are here.

“Let me find him.” You try.

“whatever. Just stay away from him after.” You can’t do that. You just nod and leave the room, making your way out the house.

The first place you try is the place where you used to pick fruit together. You had no luck. You think of other places he would be. He wouldn’t be in your room, he would be too upset for that.

You walk to the weapons hut, not seeing any signs of anyone.

“Who knew Jimin could punch.” Jungkook steps out from within the hut, you look at his swelling eye.

“Oh my god.” You touch it and he flinches away. “Sorry.” You mumble.

“It’s fine. You finally got Yoongi huh?” You go silent. “Are you back together?” You shake your head. He laughs. “Does he know that?”

“I’ll tell him…” he eyes you up.

“You don’t love him like I thought you did, do you?” You look into his eyes and find yourself welling up with tears. He pulls you to his embrace. “Why did you do it?”

“We were angry, and he just, he was trying to get me to want him, doing stuff that he knows I like, it ended up going further because in that moment I wanted to feel it again, I also thought, giving him what he wanted he might…” you trail off.

“Let it all go? Let you go?” You nod.

“It’s all he ever wanted.” Jungkook strokes your back.

“You only reeled him back in.”

“I know.” Jungkook holds you at arm’s length, he takes a deep breath.

“Are you in love with Jimin.” He asks. This is the first time someone has directly asked you.

“He made me feel happy.”

“Even when you didn’t have sex?” He asks.

You nod your head. “He did the little things Yoongi didn’t, we developed slower, it wasn’t rushed.” Jungkook smiles.

“You didn’t answer my question though.” You bite your lip.

“Yes.” You say.

“Yes what?” He pushes. You smile as you say the words, admitting it to your best friend and to yourself out loud.

“Yes, I’m in love with Jimin.” You finally said it.

“If…I help you. Will you promise me it will only be him?” Is he serious?


“Then I’m going to help you get Jimin. It’s going to take a long time you know, you just shattered his heart.” His words make you feel awful, Jin is right, you are a whore.

“How are you going to help.” He smirks.

“Just trust me.”

“Kooks…” you warn.

“What? Nothing wrong with locking two people in a room together.” You widen your eyes.

“No!” You shout, he bursts out with laughter.

“I’m joking, I’ll slowly push you closer.” That sounds like a better plan.

“fine…” he does a little victory dance and you laugh. For a moment, you think of something.

“Shit I know where he is!” Jungkook stops.

“Good luck.” He mumbles, leaving you be.

You head towards the place where it all began. Where he first kissed you. You go to the broken little hut that lies deeper within the forest. It comes into view, you feel not only nervous but terrified.

You take a deep breath as you step inside. He’s here. You look at his sleeping figure, he is slumped against the wooden wall, you crouch and notice tear stains on his cheeks. You wish you never slept with Yoongi. You wished it was always Jimin.

You feel brave for a second, raising your shaking hand you place your hand on his shoulder.

“Chims…” you whisper. He stirs for a second. Slowly opening his eyes. It takes him a moment to register that it’s you. When he does, his face goes blank, he doesn’t look mad, he just looks empty.

“Why?” He whispers. You look down.

You feel shocked as his finger hooks under your chin, making you look at him.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me why you would go back to him when I tried to make you happy…” You can’t speak, you see his eyes are glassed over. He’s holding back tears.

“Jimin…” You start.

“I should have tried harder to get you back, but he was there, I was so scared of being beaten again…” your heart is breaking the more you look at him.

“it didn’t mean-” he shakes his head.

“Don’t bullshit me.”

“No, it meant nothing to me at least.”

“Then why do it?!” He shouts at you, this is a side you never wanted to see and you caused it.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper.

“You are never sorry!” He stands up, making you feel small as you stay crouched to the ground. You say nothing.

“I tried to tell you I wanted to be with you! The day I gave you those stupid fucking berries! But that idiot best friend of yours came and interrupted me!” He’s pacing.

“Jimin calm down.” He looks at you with disgust.

“Calm down? You’re a joke right now. Just go run back to him. I don’t want you now.” That’s when your tears fall. You made sweet Jimin harsh.

“Do you really mean that?” You ask, voice breaking at the end.

He doesn’t speak for a moment. “Yes.” With that you stand up, you can’t be here. You run, you run back to the house.

“Hey!” You hear Jungkook’s voice but you ignore him. Running through the door you find your way to your room. Avoiding your own bed, you fall into Jimins, curling into a ball and trying to forget the world as you cry. You cry until you can’t no more. Until your body is so tired you fall asleep cold.


You wake for a small moment, your eyes feel too heavy you keep them shut, you feel your body becoming warm. You feel a blanket being placed over your body before fingers move your hair of your face. Now you pretend to be asleep. Who is that?

You feel the bed dip for a second. Hearing a sigh.

“you’ll either have to sleep next to her or sleep in bed with me.” You recognise Jungkook’s voice.

“Why can’t you sleep next to her.” You hear your bestfriend scoff.

“Yeah because you’d love that after today.”

“I’ll take the sofa downstairs.”

“Hoseok sleeps there.”

“Then I’ll sleep on the floor!” Jimin snaps. “I can’t do this…” With that you feel him get back up. Footsteps sound, then a door is opened then closed. You try to go back to sleep, but you didn’t.


you don’t know what time it is but the sun is only just rising. You had the worst night’s sleep, and you’ve slept on hard roads, Wet forests, and next to I.M…Who likes to kick. You stand in the kitchen, staring out the window watching the sun slowly rise. You almost let out a scream when arms wrap around your waist and a chin is placed on your shoulder.

“Hey…” Yoongi whispers in your ear. You awkwardly turn in his arms, watching him lean you panic and turn your head, his lips landing on your cheek.

“What are you doing?” You question him.

“Are we not like…A thing again?” He asks.

“Yoongi…” You start. He lets you go.  

“I should have known.” He still stands close to you.

“It just happened.” He frowns.

“You wanted it, you clearly enjoyed it.” You can’t deny that, but he wasn’t Jimin, Jimin made you feel better.  You remember something.

“You told me you loved me…” His eyes avoid your own.

“Well, you hurt me, but I’ve always loved you…But I’m not him.” He looks sad rather than angry, this is new to you.

“Would you ever accept it?” He shakes his head.

“I’ll always fight for you…Until the day I know you’re serious, I won’t give up trying to be with you.” Serious?

“How serious can you get in this world?”

“Weddings can still happen.” You actually laugh.

“I won’t marry anyone!” He smiles hearing you laugh, ignoring the fact you are clearly telling him you want someone else.

“Hey! A wedding in this world would be fun!” You smile at him. He tries again, cupping your cheek he leans in.

“Yoongi…” You whisper.

“Pick me…Everyone deserves a second chance.” You shake your head.

“You don’t want someone like me.”

“I don’t want anyone unless it’s you.” Why wasn’t he always like this? You know you cheated, but before he even knew, your relationship went sour. “Just at least tell me, you won’t rule us out.”

“Are you saying, I can like Jimin?” He sighs.

“I hate the thought, I hate it so much, but I can’t stop who your heart beats more for…Just, not near me…” You nod. He takes his chance and kisses your cheek before he leaves the room. You can’t help but blush, but you know you need to prove to Jimin its him you want.

You make your way into the living room, Jimin really did sleep on the floor. Hoseok is asleep on the sofa, Jimin on the ground next to him. You wish he stayed at least in your shared room, even if it was on that floor.

“You’re up early?” Wonho walks in the room.

“So are you” You laugh.

“Good point.” You both chuckle causing a certain two people to wake up.

“Why so loud.” Hoseok looks at you with sleepy eyes. You don’t answer, you only focus on the figure standing from the floor. You connect eyes. He immediately looks away from you and only pushes past you.

“It’s okay…” Hoseok tries.

“No its not.” You join him on the sofa only to immediately stand up again when the front door opens.

“Everyone up!” Namjoon enters the door with Hyunwon, they both smile at you as they walk in the room. Slowly everyone gathers in the room. You all sit around him like old times, letting Namjoon stand at the front.

“So, what happened?” I.M asks.

“First of all, there were a bunch of Lurkers, I think we got them all but there was a small heard of them nearby. Second, we might win this fight.” You all mumble amongst yourselves as Namjoon leaves the room. You hear the door open and watch as Namjoon returns. “Ok! Enter one by one!”

All your eyes widen as a boy walks in the room, you recognise him instantly. And so does someone else.

“Yugyeom!” Jungkook rushes to his feet and attacks the boy in a hug, they both laugh, Jungkook notices someone beyond your view. “Jackson!” With his words, Jackson is in view, you knew Jackson and Namjoon were close, and Namjoon does seem happier already.

“Don’t be shy!” Namjoon calls out once again. You watch a tall slim boy walk in the room, you recognise him as Minghao. Following behind him you knew to be Soonyoung. They all smile at you, all of you happily accepting them.

“Now, I’m damn happy this one decided to join us, his height helps, he’s seriously sneaky.” Turning to the door again you watch a smaller boy walk in. You knew who he was, but you worried for him, would he really be safe?

“I’m down for a fight.” Jihoon speaks, way too happy might you add.

“dude where did you find these guys?” Jin asks. Namjoon looks nervous.

“Remember when you went on a hunt, you said there was a huge warehouse nearby, it was overrun by Lurkers so you got too scared.” Jin looks embarrassed.

“They were in there weren’t they…” Namjoon nods.

“You were so close!” Jungkook smiles at Yugyeom. You knew how much he worried for him.

“Where are the others?” Jimin asks, his voice making you feel warm.

“Some people didn’t like the idea of a mini war, they just wanted to carry on with what we have built.” Jackson answers. He looks so much stronger than you knew him to be. You all nod understandingly.

“It’s better than no one” Namjoon states.

“We know don’t worry, thank you…” Yoongi says.

“Oh! Kookie is this your girlfriend?” Yugyeom looks at you.

You choke on your own saliva and Jungkook looks shocked.

“God no! I mean I wish but no!” He panics.

“So, she’s single?” Minghao suddenly perks up.

“She’s not taken?” Yugyeom seems happy with this until a voice speaks up.

“She is.” You turn to look at Jimin. The room falls silent. The tension can be felt by everyone, even Yoongi looks shocked. “She’s Yoongi’s” And your heart breaks once more. With those words he leaves.

“Sensitive subject?” Soonyoung asks you. You nod. You look at your new members, you were still a small group, but this could work.


Day Thirteen


You watch as Soonyoung fights Yoongi, he wields his own what seems to be a sword of some kind, he brought it with him and you have no idea how he found it, Yoongi wields his axe. The two are good.

You move your vision to Jihoon and Hoseok, Jihoon dodges every move Hoseok throws at him, he’s really good, he’s fast.

Jimin stands with Yugyeom who also uses a bow. He clearly does not like him, but over the days they have been here he has dealt with him.

Jackson fights Wonho, the two who both have the most muscle, Jackson has knocked Wonho down a few times, but he gets right back up.

You watch as Namjoon uses small targets for Minghao to use with his gun. This is your first training session all together. You only ever had time to get to know Yugyeom and Jihoon.

You currently sit on the log, catching your breath after fighting with Jungkook, You’ve been teaching him what you know, he could fight, but as of recently, you were one of the better fighters.

“Ok let’s all take a break!” Namjoon shouts. A few people cheer and you laugh. You follow Jimin with your eyes, He still hasn’t spoken to you, Jungkook keeps trying to start a conversation and involving him, but he just leaves the room.

Something catches your eye as you follow Hoseok with your eyes. You suddenly stand up. You falter for a second as Hoseok goes to pick up his gun ready for the next session.

“Hoseok look out!” But it’s too late. He screams out in pain. It happens too fast but the next thing you know the Lurker is on the ground, this time headless. Soonyoung beheaded it. You felt sick.

“Hoseok!” Yoongi rushes to his side. You all gather around the two.

“We have to kill him.” Jihoon speaks.

“Whoa! No! He’s Immune!” You shout.

“I forgot to tell them that.” Namjoon speaks.

“He’s been through this before, he won’t turn, just…Goes through the process…” Hyungwon drifts off.

You all look to Hoseok who looks at you with sad eyes.

“I’m so sorry.” He whispers.

“Why are you sorry, you got bit.” Wonho asks.

Hoseok looks down to the bite on his wrist, then back to everyone else.

“This time you will have to watch it happen.”

You all fell silent.


A/N: That was so long. But I hope you liked it, feel free to tell me your opinions.

Stereotypical ENFP Things I’ve Said or Done #2

Don’t judge me :P

*Have 50 book ideas but forget all of the ideas because the blue butterfly in my backyard was more interesting*

‘’Yeah, I mean, with me you’ll laugh more in this class but i bet in 10 minutes we’d both be kicked out of this class because we laughed at something inappropriate’’

‘’Mountains are the boobs of the earth’’

‘’How is chili called in Chile?’’

*Sings in the shower then fall and laughs about it*

*Cracks up because of some random meme i remembered about in the middle of a conversation and look like a weirdo*

*goes to school, forgets backpack*

*Screamed because the toilet in the airplane was too loud for your eardrums*

*Say something way too intellectual and have people stare at me*

*Spend 25 hours on netflix per day*


thanks @acrasium, @doodledee-doodleda, @bluebirdonce, @ladies-and-jensen, and @efefay for the support and helping the #baby for presidents campaign

Stereotypical ENFP Things I’ve Done # 1

Reblog saying: Goldfish should be treated as gods. if you want more of these, or even from different types. (don’t worry I have so many identity crisis I can make anyone relate to me)


A/N: This is an anon request where the reader gets mind-blowing oral from Spencer, and the team happens to hear about it, so if smut isn’t your thing, I’d skip this one ;)

P.S. Two one shots in one night! Hope you don’t get sick of me :D


You’d just settled in for the night with your boyfriend of four months. You were wearing an oversized sweatshirt of his with nothing underneath and he was in bed wearing flannel pajama pants. He looked over at you…almost mischievously. It was a little unlike him, at least around other people. But he was different with you. Different - yet still him.

“What are you thinking about? You look like your about to get into trouble,” you said, the sweatshirt slowly climbing up the columns of your legs as you crossed them.

“Nothing…” he said, with a gleam in his eye. “Just wondering if I might be able to conduct some research.”

You cocked your head to the side. He hadn’t talked to you about any research lately. “What kind of research?” you asked inquisitively.

“Well,” he started, sitting next to you and gently placing his hand on your bare leg, “I’ve heard that it takes a woman nearly 20 minutes of sexual stimulation in order to orgasm and I’d like to see if I can make it 10.”

You smiled as your mouth dropped open. “And how do you suppose we do that?”

“Now, if you’re not comfortable with it let me know. I know we haven’t been sleeping together for very long, but I’d like to try out some things.” He concluded, with an almost shy smile upon his face, despite the nature of the subject.

You laid back on the bed, grazing your hand against his arm. “You can conduct all the research you need, Spence.”

He leaned down to take your lips in his before placing gentle kisses upon his own sweatshirt on the way down your body, which was conveniently lacking in undergarments. The light in the room had been dimmed, which was always customary when you got home for the night, but Spencer leaned over to the switch to turn it on all the way.

“I want to look at all of you with nothing in my way,” he stated, looking directly into your eyes as he parted your legs with his right hand. Occasionally, he was very direct in bed - and it was such a turn on. Not that him as whole wasn’t a turn on, but this was unexpected from him, so it felt more taboo you supposed. He placed his first two fingers at your entrance, which was already slick with wanting, which he’d noticed. “I haven’t even done anything yet,” he chuckled, slowly pushing his fingers in to the knuckle.

You gasped, feeling your walls tightening around his nimble fingers. “I guess you just have that effect on me, Spence.” You let your eyes flutter closed as he worked his magic - and magic it was. His sweatshirt had ridden up your frame, leaving your bottom half completely exposed to him. You hadn’t done this yet. You’d only been sleeping together for a few weeks, and that had involved you going down on him and lots and lots of sex all over the apartment. You’d thought about him in this position, but the anticipation of the moment caught you off guard. Your breathing was already picking up pace and he’d barely done anything.

Slowly, he pushed his two fingers deeper, allowing his lips to join them. He started gently at first, performing a concert with his fingers and tongue. It probably wouldn’t be long before he made you sing. You gasped again when he removed his fingers, feeling bereft and wanting.

“Mmmm….” you moaned, lifting slightly off the bed.

“You are so beautiful, Y/N,” he breathed just above your sex. Your fingers entwined themselves in his as you both cradled your legs, allowing him access to the deepest parts of you.

His mouth hovered above you for what felt like hours. It was likely seconds, but the idea of having him so tantalizingly close was torturous and you groaned, “I thought you had a 10-minute timeline?”

He laughed quietly, finally dipping his tongue to your clit. You stiffened against him and he murmured against you, “I don’t think I’m going to have an issue with my timeline.” His tongue began its ministrations, pressing at the parts of you that had you squirming. “Ah…fuck…” you breathed, bucking your groin into his mouth. 

He continued working your center until he had to tighten his hold on your legs to keep them from shaking uncontrollably. You bucked up into him and called out his name, tensing your own grasp on his hands. As you came down from your high, you glanced over at the clock, but before you could see whether he had achieved his goal, he took your lips in his for a passionate kiss. You tasted yourself on him. “That was 7 minutes,” he said proudly, pulling your sweatshirt off completely.

“Well done, babe,” you giggled, wrapping your hands around his head. “Care to test out how many times you can make me cum?”

He laughed into your mouth, “Challenge accepted.”


He’d excelled at the challenge. Four times in the course of an hour. Using just his mouth and fingers. You’d both lost track of time, staying up late, which left you both exhausted for work the next morning.

You walked into the BAU, ready to start the day, when Penelope joined you. “You had sex last night. Good sex from what I can see.”

“Dammit, Pen, how do you do that?” you asked laughing.

“I can see it all over your face,” she smiled. JJ and Emily walked over at the same time.

“You can see what all over her face?” asked JJ, before continuing on without an answer. “That she had great sex last night?”

“Oh yea, totally,” Emily confirmed. “Well, I don’t think any of us want the dirty details, considering it’s Spencer, but I have to know…how many times?” She looked expectantly.

“Four times in the first hour,” you retorted, smiling at the three of them before walking down the hallway to your office. “If you want more details, you’ll have to get me drunk.”


Morgan walked into the common area to Spencer pouring nearly an entire contained of sugar into his coffee. “Late night?” he asked.

“Very,” Spencer smirked.

“My man,” Morgan sing-songed back, clapping his friend on the shoulder. “You and Y/N had a good night last night?”

Spencer blew at the steaming hot coffee, hoping to cool it down enough so he could pump it into his system. “Uh-huh.”


After many hours of monotonous paperwork, you went to ask Spencer if he wanted a sandwich from the deli around the block. You wanted to get out of the office for a bit. Plus, you needed a bit go fresh air to wake you up. As you approached Spencer’s desk, you caught Morgan’s raised eye. “Hey Y/N, have a late night, you look tired?”

“Dammit, Spencer!” you said, looking down at your boyfriend.

“What?” he asked childishly, raising his hands beside his head. “You think women are the only ones that talk to their friends about that type of thing?”


You Lost Her Too

Hey so here is a little Lucien piece that I wrote. I was rewatching some random scenes from TVD season 1 and stumbled upon an Elena and Damon scene from 1x03 where Elena apologizes to Damon about losing Katherine, and I was inspired. So this slightly mimics that but with the reader and Lucien (some of the lines of the reader are the same at the end).

Summary: Being a human who is unaware of the supernatural world and is friends with Klaus. One day, while sitting at the bar, Lucien approaches her as he knows that hurting her would in turn, hurt Klaus. But he realizes that she is different as she identifies with his pain.

You and Klaus were sitting at Rousseau’s having a drink and catching up. You both heard a muffled ring and realized it was Klaus’ phone which was in his pocket.

“Excuse me love, I must take this.” Klaus pushed his bar stool and walked further away while taking the call.

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