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tag game

tagged by @smilingbaek​, @pumpkinpcy​, and @kittychen​! thank you so much for tagging me!! 💕i love you guys sm💕

rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 blogs you would like to know better

A: Age - 18 but still a very smol child at heart

B: Birthplace - california, in the bay area! 🌉

C: Current time - 2:07AM

D: Drink you had last - i pretty much only drink water and my tears

E: Easiest person to talk to - i think all my friends are easy to talk to! 💓

F: Favourite song - i dunno if i can choose a favorite but i’ll say lucky one by exo because it’s super upbeat and fun, listening to it always lifts my mood ✨

G: Grossest memory - can’t think of one off the top of my head whOOPS

H: Hogwarts house - hufflepuff!

I: In love? - with exo

J: Jealous of people - who have significant others ☠️

K: Killed someone - ¿no?

L: Love at first sight or should I walk by again - uhhh walk by again please i’m dense

M: Middle name - elizabeth 👌

N: Number of siblings - zero! I AM THE LUCKY ONE

O: One wish - that everything was okay and the world wasn’t ending

P: Person you called last - my friend nathen called me to wake me up and get food 😂

Q: Question you are always asked - “is your favorite color red?” (many things i own are red but i think my red glasses are a dead giveaway)

R: Reason to smile - exo and my lovely friends and mutuals 💗

S: Song you sang last - can’t help falling in love by elvis presley because of this really cute video!

T: Time you woke up - maybe around 10:30AM?

U: Underwear colour - white cause i’m boring

V: Vacation Destination - college is scary TAKE ME HOME

W: Worst habit - i pick at my skin a lot and should probably stop

X: X-rays - i can’t even remember the last time i’ve been to the doctor omdfgdkfl

Y: Favourite food - chicken alfredo? garlic bread? sandwiches? pita chips? fruit? i like many foods i can’t choose 🤔

Z: Zodiac sign - aries ♈🐏

tagging: @sweetsoo, @sunshinebaekh, @d-kyvngsoo, @seboot-ey, @sweetliesenthusiast

SDCC 2017 Rebecca Sugar interview

Rewind and Pause interviewed Rebecca Sugar in this fifteen-minute interview. Here’s a sorta-transcript–not word for word, but basically what the questions are and how she answered, paraphrased.

Question: A lot of the show’s symbolism is inspired by Utena. Can you discuss that show’s influence?

Rebecca: When I was a teen, that show was an epiphany for me! It plays with the semiotics of gender and I was a bisexual teen relating to it in a way I’d never related to anything before. The show is beautiful and I love that she decides she wants to BE a prince after being saved by a prince. And it’s also funny. It’s so extreme that it’s funny, and that was a huge influence on me as well, that something could be so dramatic and so beautiful but also wacky. It’s so extreme that it’s powerful at the same time as being funny. I got to see the origins and see Guys and Dolls at the Takarazuka Theater when I visited Japan. Osamu Tezuka grew up in that town! You know, Princess Knight, which has everything to do with Utena. I got to see some of the roots there and it was a big influence. Amazing.

Question: Another influence, especially lately, you can draw comparisons between Steven’s miracles and Christ figures. Are you exploring this, and potentially modernizing that allegory, with different kinds of love?

Rebecca: We’re inspired by every voice that has ever spoken about peace. I think–I’ve been reading about Hillel the Elder and how he said “If I’m not for myself, then who will be for me?” The gentleness with which he approached everything is really inspiring to me. I think that I’m very influenced by my Jewish upbringing. I’m half Jewish and was raised Jewish. I’ve felt the feeling of belonging but not belonging. I’ve been moved by this incredible history and this wonderful community that I wanted to understand and be a part of. That’s all been a big influence on the show as well. It was all about growing up with my brother, and that was a big part of my life. There’s a lot of spiritualism in the show.

Question: I wanna ask you about the color symbolism? And I’d be remiss if I didn’t say thank you for showing our community on TV. About Steven: His Gem is pink, his shield is pink, his sword is pink, his shoes are pink! It subverts the tropes of a traditional male hero. Was that intentional?

Rebecca: Oh, it’s COMPLETELY intentional. Yeah, I think one of the things I wanted to do as I went into the show was address how intensely gendered shows for children are and dissolve that. That was my first goal. And I think it came in large part because as a little kid I always gravitated toward boys’ shows, and I felt extremely guilty about that. And I don’t think my child self should have had to feel bad, but I understood “this is not really for me.” So as we went into this, I wanted NO ONE to have to feel that. I wanted everyone who wanted to, to feel it was for them. Especially since it’s gender nonconforming as a show.

Question: Silly question: Peridot and Lapis are roommates. What do you think their biggest pet peeves are of each other? If they have any, I mean.

Rebecca: Gosh. I think Lapis is sort of both annoyed and comforted by Peridot’s infinite energy. I often thought of them like the sort of old cartoon idea of a small dog and a big sort of like doesn’t-really-care dog. With a small very very excited dog. I felt that that was a dynamic for them. So I think that that, like those characters, it’s annoying to Lapis but she doesn’t actually dislike it.

Question: Congrats on the Emmy nomination!

Rebecca: THANK YOU!

Question: I hope we get to see “It’s Over, Isn’t It?” and “Both of You” during the Emmys. How do you feel?

Rebecca: I’m so excited, and I’m so glad it’s that one. It was such a fun dream to make a musical episode. I always loved those, they’re always my favorite. I couldn’t wait to do ours. Everyone was firing on all cylinders for that episode. I got to do music with Jeff Liu and Ben Levin, and Aivi and Surasshu’s compositions for the finals were stunning, the backgrounds are incredible, the art is so beautiful, it’s Jeff Liu and Joe Johnston’s last board together, it was one of the last episodes I got to work on with Ian before he left to do his show, so it also has a special place in my heart, I remember seeing it come back and being in the edit bay watching it and my eyes were welling up because “this is it, this is everything I ever wanted.”

Question: Not to mention Deedee crushing it.

Rebecca: She’s amazing! And that was when she was doing Tommy! So we got her on a day she’d been doing shows all day, and she came and knocked that out.

Question: First take?

Rebecca: We did several, but all of those takes were amazing. I love writing songs for Deedee. And that one, it has some notes in it that I cannot hit. But I know Deedee can do it.

Question: Now when you write songs, you hear a lot of the demos you write on ukulele a lot, but you play other instruments. Do you find that you write differently depending on what instrument you’re writing for?

Rebecca: Yes! Oh, completely. I have my go-to ukulele chords. But I also like to write songs on the omnichord, which is like a synthetic harpsichord from the 80s. And it has a row of buttons, you hit a button and you get that chord. I can use it for experimentation for chords I might not have thought of. I got one off eBay, the OM-84, and it was a little buggy, it wouldn’t play right, would go out of tune, and I took it to get it looked at, and these incredibly corroded batteries fell out of it! With this cloud of red dust! So I can’t put batteries in it anymore. But I can plug it in and it still works.

Question: So for “Love Like You,” is it connected to any of the characters or any point of view, or was it more a one-off?

Rebecca: “Love Like You” is so unusual. It started as a point-of-view song for all Gems, and the thesis of the whole show, sort of toward Steven, and my own brother Steven, but because it was the credits, I wrote the song over three years in little pieces. I thought at the start that this is about an alien that’s looking at a human, who loves them, and the secret meaning of this is that they don’t have the capacity to feel this way. By the middle of it I was deep into the show and going through a real crisis of confidence, where I was like “why are people looking to me? It’s not right!” and these people were coming out of the woodwork to thank me for the show, people who had been able to speak to their families in these wonderful new ways, people who had become comfortable with themselves in these incredible ways that I had not been able to do! Where I was like “I’m so inspired by everyone! Why are they thanking me?” So the middle of the song I was sort of in that place. And about a year later, I realized the beginning was not what I had thought it was about at all. It’s not a secret meaning about an alien who doesn’t understand humans. It’s about the fact that I had always loved my brother and had these people who would love me unconditionally in my life, and because of my insecurity I had not been able to be there for them 100%, and I realized this was maybe one of the most human things I’d ever written, and I had written it by accident. So I got to conclude it. It was seriously written over 3 years.

Question: Recently we talked about how the show has been dramatic and full of conflict. It’s great but do you ever have concerns about taking the show–it’s a very positive show, so does the conflict have the potential to go too far, or do you like making it more challenging?

Rebecca: I’m excited to be more ambitious with the story, and the danger they’re experiencing also feels like a danger for us who are writing the show. Writing stories that are more ambitious and challenging. It feels necessary, because it’s about how love conquers all, but you can’t write that story without showing what comes up against that. I’m excited to explore the–you’re right, it’s scary to explore where hate comes from in a show about love. I want to–it’s a challenge to stay positive while exploring that. But that’s a challenge I experience in LIFE. And that’s a challenge we’re all experiencing right now. So it also feels like the time to explore that in myself and in the show.

injuries - auston matthews

requested: sort of

warning: like two swears

word count: 1378 (i just kept writing omg it’s so long)

a/n: i based this off of the tor/tbl game where auston got hit and his cute mama wanted a call (his injury will be exaggerated)

*lowercase intended*

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it all happened way too fast.

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some important™ things from when i saw deh

hello it’s me i saw deh in july with the obc and it was the best day of my life,, here are some highlights:

  • so know when in sincerley me jared is like “lol stop hyperventilating ur totally hyperventilating” and evan goes “im not hyperventilating jared!” before singing his part? 
  • me too.
  • but guess what?
  • that part rolls around and ben freaking platt just goes right into will’s face and just yells
  • just incoherent, jumbled yells while he shakes his head super fast
  • i Died™
  • also,, know the part during sincerley me when connor skips around the little wall thing and sings “well anyWAYYYY
  • so during that part mike faist skips around, and i kid you not, does a full on freaking heel click
  • he hauled his 10 foot legs into the air and clicked his heels together and i’ve never been the same
  • moving on
  • i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: ben platt’s voice is. just. incredible. insane. 
  • during his speech before ywbf at the end of act 1 when he dropped the note cards he was on the ground for a solid two minutes just visibly shaking
  • it really did feel like it was real 
  • oh also, speaking of ywbf, the harmonies
  • goosebumps. goosebumps all around.
  • same goes for good for you
  • rachel bay jones was just so amazing, you could hear how broken heidi was in her voice and ohmygod
  • and when evan starts singing “sTOP it sTOP it just let me oUUTTTT”
  • jared, alana, and heidi are all surrounding him and the look of pure panic on his face when he goes to leave and realizes he’s surrounded is just heartbreaking
  • speaking of heartbreaking
  • so big so small man
  • rachel bay jones just killed it
  • and evan is just literally half on the couch, clinging to her and by the end of the song he’s just on the floor and she’s hugging him so tight and ohmygod
  • so. many. tears.
  • speaking of tears? REQUIEM
  • laura was soooo great
  • when she sang “that yOU WERE NOT THE MONSTER” she just crumpled all of the papers in her hand into a ball and i just,, gasped because w o w 

this was w a y longer than expected, but pretty much deh was life changing anddd i love it with all my heart

SDCC, thank you!

Just wanted to say a quick thank you to all the lovely people who came out to SDCC and attended the panel and signing; to all the queer folks who poured their hearts out; to the fans, both veteran and new; to everyone who just wanted to say hi or tell me they liked my art; and to those who helped make the presale books sell out every day of the con (DH had to overnight a bigger batch every day!):

THANK YOU. From my the bottom of my heart, thank you. I was unbelievably moved.

This job has me pretty isolated for most of the time until con season rolls around, and it’s always such a warm reminder of how special it all is. I love seeing all the discourse, both positive and critical, because it’s all so very thoughtful and makes us all better. I loved meeting fellow ATLA/Korra fans and geeking out with all of you (and Janet!). I hope y’all enjoy the book in one way or another, and if anyone is coming to the Bay Area comic shops I listed previously for signings this week, see you then!!

<3  irene

Acceptance Speech

Summary: (Modern!AU) In which Bucky uses his time on stage at the Oscars to let the world in on a secret he’s been keeping for more than two years.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,217

A/N: Happiest of happy birthdays to my twin, @imaginingbucky . You are a queen and I adore you with every single ounce of my being. I know how much you love award shows, so I hope you enjoy this too.

Originally posted by hothothotgg

Bucky feels like a nervous teenager as he sits in the backseat of a stretch limousine, waiting to arrive at his destination. His hands are clammy, his heart is beating too quickly and he can’t stop tapping his foot on the floor. After six years in the acting business, he shouldn’t feel this way. He’s attended more than his fair share of award shows to know all kinds of techniques to keep any concerns at bay. Yet here he is trying his hardest not to hyperventilate and hold his water bottle without spilling it all over his expensive suit. He’d never hear the end of it from his stylist if he did.

“Looking forward to the show tonight?” Vision asks, momentarily catching Bucky’s gaze in the rear view mirror.

Bucky pulls at the collar of his shirt before shifting slightly. Usually this backseat offers him the comfort he needs, no matter how he’s feeling. Today he might as well be sitting on rocks. “Yeah.”

“You don’t sound it,” Viz observes, as he makes a right turn down a side street. He’s an expert at getting you where you need to go while also avoiding all of the LA traffic. “Is it because you’re up for ‘Best Actor in a Leading Role’?”

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Meet Me In The Hallway; H.S.

She’d always meet me in the hallway. Whether it was four AM, three in the afternoon or so early she had almost had to leave for work, she was waiting for me to come home. For a kiss placed upon her lips, her arms snaking around my waist one of the things I always looked forward to. Gradually, she didn’t wait for me anymore. I don’t know what caused her to be so heartbroken that she’d just laid on the sofa, eyes trained on the television as I passed her.

I know where it started. Rumours. I’m not one to go around and lie that I didn’t do anything wrong, because I’m not perfect – but whatever magazines were slandering about, I knew that wasn’t true. I’d never do anything that would do Y/n any wrong. But I think, and somehow, I hope I’m wrong, that it had gotten through her head. Everything she heard – from so many people – pictures that were ripped out of their context – I just couldn’t blame her. We never spoke a word about it. Per her request.

I hope she still loves me. I hope, that when it gets better, when I get better, she’ll give me another chance and it’ll work out. When I got home today, her last drop seemed to have fallen.

“Y/N, I’m home…” My voice hasn’t been chirpy since she stopped waiting for me – I know I can’t just expect her to do so, but it seemed she enjoyed it as well. I hear a mumble coming from somewhere out of my field of sight, so I take a few steps into my home.

“Harry.” Y/n appears in front of me, apparently completely dressed, her jacket slung over her shoulder. I stare at her, at every aspect of her, and I feel my throat already constricting. “Where are you going love?” Her lip starts quivering and without a second thought I leap towards her and cup her face in my cold hands.

“H., I – I need some time off. I think.” She averts her gaze and I swallow to keep any fluids at bay. Within a split second, I wanted to scream out and vomit all over my floor. She can’t leave me. Not now. “Y/n, sweetheart, where would you go? Please, don’t leave me.”

She just shakes her head. I don’t want her to disappear through that door and not know where she is. I don’t think my heart could handle that. It was more than logical in my mind that the next words flowed past my lips. “Stay. I’ll leave.”

“Harry, no. This is your home; I was just a guest.” She pushes me away from her and starts shrugging her jacket on; but I won’t have it. “The moment you stepped foot insides this house it was also yours. Everything that I own is yours.” My words were heavy and I hope she grasped the nuances behind it. For now, I might as well leave.

“I’ll come collect my things when you’re at work tomorrow.” I mumble, my voice so strained I think she knows exactly how I feel. I take another step towards her, pressing my lips against hers, for maybe, my last time. I didn’t look back, because she would see how much this was paining me.

I had roamed the streets for the rest of the day. I didn’t want Y/n doing this, but right now I didn’t know where to go either. Of course, I could just give Lou or Niall a call and I’m sure they’d help me out almost immediately, but, we were going our own way and I don’t think they liked their former bandmate crashing on their sofa for an unspecified amount of time.

I walk and walk, think and try to force myself to think harder, for it to get better, for me to get better, for some way to work this out. I knew my girl and I know the most important thing she needed now was time. But I wasn’t going down without a fight.

My chest still feels vice-grip-tight, my throat closed off. I’m in some sort of daze where I somewhat realize I’m walking the streets of London, but I have absolutely no idea where I am. At some point, I’m sure I passed Piccadilly Circus, but it seemed so empty. I had never seen it empty.

This is hard, both for her and I alike. I wouldn’t want to think about reading so much slander about my girlfriend and pretending everything is alright. I would’ve cracked months ago. The hours pass and the sun trades his place with the moon.

When I stop in front of his door, I don’t know how much time has passes. I just hope he’s still up. I need a friend, horribly. I hear his heavy footsteps stomp towards his front door and shrug my coat closer to my shivering frame as I hear the familiar click.

“H.? What are you doing here? It’s almost six in the morning, man.” Niall opens the door, rubbing his eyes tiredly as he stares behind me to see if I brought anyone with me – Y/N.

“Y/n and I – uh – we are on a break.” I cast my gaze down, biting my lips while stuffing my hands in my coat pockets. I hear Niall sigh and the door creak. “Come in, H. You want some tea?”

I talk to Niall about it. Every single little thing that has eventually built up to my relationship crumbling at my feet. I feel helpless and I never thought I’d experience something like this again. “I don’t know what to do now, Niall. If I lose her, I’ll practically lose everything. But the horrific part of it all is that I get her and I wouldn’t blame her if she decided to let it be.”

Niall just sits there and lets me ramble. We talk until ten in the morning when he offers his guest room to me. I assure him it’s just for a few days – at most.

Those few days pass and when I’m not doing promo for the new album or recording, I try to stay out of Niall’s way as much as possible. I don’t know what I need to do, but I need to come up with something, fast. I’ve been so occupied in my mind that it’s physically paining me.

I walk the streets, and by now I find that I almost have them all completely memorised. I’ve met some new people, found some new bars. But all I could think about is how much Y/n would like this overjoyed fan, or how much she’s like the paintings on the wall on this art-themed café.

I’ve stopped at my front door many times, about to knock, but deciding not to. This day wasn’t any different, although I’ve been standing here for almost an hour now. I lack the courage of knocking, or just entering, and talking to her. I’m afraid – terrified even – she’ll say the things I don’t want to hear.

Just when I had decided to come back another day, hopefully with more courage, or maybe a box of Y/n’s favourite chocolates, I feel my phone vibrating in my coat pocket. A text message from her flashes brightly onto my phone screen.

Meet me in the hallway.

laurenjauregui: This past week I had THE most incredible birthday I’ve ever had in my entire life☺ I was able to bring almost every person I love the most with me to Montego Bay, Jamaica and the memories that we created together I will carry in my heart for the rest of my existence on this planet. I am grateful to have so much love in my life and around me. To have people who uplift me and always let me know how special I am to them. To have people who never forget to remind me that I’m capable of anything and that I deserve it all. Getcho self some friends that never let you down. My family is incomprehensibly amazing and getting to watch everybody interact and have the most worry-free fun I’ve ever seen them have was the most rewarding birthday present I could’ve been given. This is that year I was waiting for since I was a little one and now that it’s come I can’t help but wish I could rewind time and tell little me to hold on to every second of it and cherish the journey. The ways I’ve grown are immeasurable but again, this love that I have around me…it’s the most priceless thing in life. Thank you for another year Universe, hope I keep making you proud and thank you thank you THANK YOU for helping me realize my power and purpose.🙏🏼 I can’t wait to continue my journey through this plane. and thank YOU little nuggets for lovin ya girl as much as you do, all your birthday messages made me cry😭 (get ready for spam btw)

Reunited - Two

A/N: This is a Jensen x Reader series. I’m choosing to call it an AU, because there will be a few inconsistencies here. For the sake of this fic, Jensen is single and he grew up in Austin. Thank you to my awesome beta @thorne93, and also to @melonshino for letting me test the story out on her, You guys all rock…

Characters: Reader, Jensen, Readers mom.

Warnings: Alcohol, Language, awkward situation.  

Wordcount: 2210

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Originally posted by frozen-delight



“So, Jensen, how have you been? I see that life in Hollywood has treated you well,” your mom questioned as you pulled the salad out of the fridge and put it on the table.

“Hollywood is great, but you know me, I’m a Texas boy,” Jensen answered.

You were about to get some glasses for the lemonade when your mother asked Jensen if there was a special someone in his life, and you decided that if you were gonna get through this lunch you would need something stronger than lemonade. You pulled out three wine glasses and got a bottle of white wine from the fridge.

“A little early for wine don’t you think?” your mom asked, sending you a stern look.

“Special occasion, right?” you responded, putting the bottle on the table. “I have lemonade if you prefer that.”

Your mom rolled her eyes at you when you filled your glass almost to the rim as you joined them at the table. You tried your best to ignore the both of them, eating and drinking as the two of them chatted.

Jensen told you about this show he was working on, Supernatural, and that they had just been picked up for a fourth season. You had heard about the show, Rose was a huge fan, but you had avoided everything that had Jensen in it, and after about two year’s, Rose had stopped nagging you to watch it. It was one thing to break up with someone, but when that someone suddenly showed up everywhere, on TV, in magazines and all over the internet, it was much harder to get over them. Every time you saw his stupidly handsome face you were reminded of the heartbreak, so you had decided to try and avoid him altogether. Bang up job there (YN). You zoned out, poking at your food as your mind started playing the memories from way back when. It wasn’t until your name came up that you snapped back to the present.

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This is a Kaisoo analysis, again! I just made one yesterday (you can check it out because that Kaisoo moment hit me all the soft spots), and doing another now. This is not healthy, at all… And I’m half conscious so perhaps this is not really coherent…

First off, I wanna say many thanks to Alvabear94 for her amazing JI and Kaisoo videos. If you haven’t followed her Instagram, please do or you’ll miss out on many awesome vids!

Now, I wanna make a (not so) brief analysis on the Shyness of JI and KS at the last part of this vid.

This is super duper obvious that JI was a lot bit flustered when they all did that kneeling move and he met KS’s gaze. He all but blinked and averted his eyes (JI practically turned his head from left to right, shying away from making eye-contact with KS) and then reverted his eyes back to KS’s back again. (Could you be more obvious, Nini??)

But, the thing I found extremely interesting here is that KS immediately turned his head away too (Very subtle, Mr. Do!). I was wondering Why? Why after all those years living and working and falling in love with each other, they were still acting like they just met and got to know each other and flushed while being caught stealing glances (like they were just new in this relationship lmao).

And the most interesting thing is that when the kneeling move ended, all the members got to stand up, KS for a moment turned around again and smiled (that’s too obvious that he was smiling with his cheekbone rising even when the angle blocked most of his face). Why did he suddenly smile? What did he smile at? Who did he smile to?

So my sorry head used all the rare neurons that it possesses to over analyze everything, again. I’m not able to read KS’ mind whatsoever, so my next hypothesized monologue is just plainly based on what I think KS’ facial expressions were showing.

At first when he knelt down and caught JI’s gaze, he abruptly turned away because “Holy fck, our eyes locked. I’m so embarrassed. What should I do? Turn away, turn the fck away now.”

And then he just nervously stared at JD’s neck and back (it even looked like he almost lost balance while finding a right spot on the ground to put his palm on to gain support. Holy shit, I’m like over observing and commenting on every trivial stuff lol). And he was looking like considering something in his pretty little head. Probably he was thinking “Maybe I should give JI a smile when we stand up. Maybe a smile can make things less awkward from that flustering eyes locked (and just because it’s JI, he deserves all my pretty heart heart-shaped smiles lol).”

So he did just so. Given by how high his cheekbone rose, I bet he was smiling his face into half. So bad JI didn’t get a chance to see it or else he would be in ninth cloud and we could have a lot of Kaisoo smiling at each other pics now .

But when he realized that JI wasn’t looking in his direction anymore, he turned his face to other side and his smile faded and he looked extremely disheartened. Poor thing I just wanna hug the hell out of him. And when he walked to another spot on the stage, he even looked like heaving a sigh of disappointment.

I just really love it when KS can keep his emotions at bay, but it’s just so endearing to watch his getting all flustered around JI even though most of the time it’s JI who has his heart on his sleeve.

So that’s it. That’s all. That’s just a lame analysis and I bet most of you watching the vid can already see it. But I just have a lot of free time now, which makes me wanna rambling a lot. (sorry not sorry)

Bad Girl Ch 16: Kim Minseok(M)

Sorry this is late and sorry if it’s bad, I’m going to bed…good night lovelies, or good morning, or day or whatever…


I plop down in the familiar bed with a fluffy towel around my body. The door closes with a soft click followed by the sound of the lock clicking into place. I glance up at Minseok who is staring back at me with his back pressed against the door. He opens his mouth to say something but quickly closes it, obviously unsure of what his next action should be. His hand is still on the lock, I think he might be debating if should unlock it or not.

“It’s okay,” I tell him dropping my head back against the bed. “You don’t scare me anymore.”

“Anymore,” He echoes, coming closer but still a good distance from the bed.

I sit up, crossing my legs and running my fingers through my wet, tangled hair, I don’t imagine I look that good while doing it but Minseok still seems to be in awe of me. “You know holding a gun to someone’s head can cause a little bit of fear, not going to lie. Though it all makes sense now, at the time it was horrifying,” I admit feeling a bit guilty once the words are out there. Any playfulness we had between us falls away leaving us both of our hearts bared.

“I’m sorry for scaring you.” He’s at the foot of the bed now.

“To be completely honest it wasn’t the fear that got me in that moment, it was the fact that the first time we actually see each other in over a year you were crying. My heart shattered.”

He crawls up the bed forgetting the towel around his waist, leaving him in only his soaking boxers. I back up so my back is pressed up against the headboard, our eyes lock together and again I find normal clear eyes glossy with on coming tears. “I didn’t mean to heart that little heart of yours,” He mumbles to me softly as he kisses each of my ankles. “I just wanted to see this beautiful face again.” He leaves butterfly kisses up one leg before leaving a trail down the other. “I wanted to hear your sweet voice say my name.”

“Daddy Minseok,” I muse with a small smile. He surprises me by grabbing me by the back of my knees and pulling me down so I’m flat on my back with him leaning over me.

“Don’t tease me baby, I want to show you how much I worship you before you start screaming that.”

I trap his hips in between my legs with my thighs, “Now who is teasing.”

“That’s a promise baby.”

I smile, “While I’m waiting, sir.”

“You have such naughty mouth,” He chuckles.

“If I remember correctly you have a pretty naughty mouth yourself, I would like to see if I remember correctly.” I grab by the back of his neck and pull him into a deep kiss. He’s taken back by my forwardness, it takes him a moment to catch on and begin moving his lips with mine. His fingers gripping my hips catch the waist line of my underwear and slowly begins to drag them down my legs, his dull nails leave marks down my thighs.

Our tongues tangle together, he’s battling for the dominance I’m not giving him as easily as I used to. With my underwear discarded the only thing hiding me from his gaze is my towel, something he quickly notices. He pulls away and stares down at me like it’s the first time he has ever seen me. I watch on edge as his fingers skim around the edge of the cloth but stops when I wrap my arms around my waist.

“I have to tell you something,” I announce.

He gulps as he sits back on his heels, “Am I doing something wrong? I thought you…I thought this was okay…”

“You are okay, I just need to warn you about something.”

“Warn me?”

I gulp, “When I rushed out of the hospital to see Jiyong I moved one of my broken rips and it punctured my lungs and they had to open me up again.”

“Again?” He seethes. His hand grips the edge of the towel, “Baby, let me see.”

“I have other scars too but-” He doesn’t even let me finish before tearing the towel away revealing the scars that were so nicely covered by water proof foundation but is now most likely whipped away by the hours in the pool and a through drying with a towel.

We are both silent for a moment, his hands hover over my abdomen that is covered in scars for my time with block b but that’s not the only thing that seems to be holding his attention though I’m not sure if it’s the pastel colored dragon weaving up my side or the XOXO under my left breast. The tattoo was for them, I didn’t hide if from Jiyong and he didn’t question it because I came home with the dragon at the same time.

We lock eyes, “This.” He strokes the tattoo with this thumb with a small smile on his lips. “Is beautiful. Even this,” He frowns when he finally feels the three-inch long scar beneath it. “I hate them, I hate that you were hurt but you are still beautiful, you know that right?”

I smirk, “I have been told I have a pretty big head, so trust me, I know. Thank you.”

“My big girl,” He kisses me again. His hands slide up my chest, along my arms to tangle our fingers together as he deepens the kiss. His mouth is as sinful as I remember. I growl into his mouth when I want to deepen the kiss but his hands are holding mine down. He wiggles his way back in between my legs before releasing my hands to remove his boxers and towel. I bite my lip at the sight of his member standing proud between his thighs. “Mind if we skip foreplay tonight? I’ve missed your heat for too fucking long to wait.”

The rasp in his voice has me on fire. I eagerly nod and sink lower into the bed, my legs open wide, absolutely ready for him. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed the feral look in his eyes as he stares down at me. The way he takes in the sight of me like I am the most beautiful thing in the world, like I am his whole world. I missed his gentle kisses a long my jaw that are so different from the way his hands roughly grip my hips as he positions himself at my entrance. I’ve missed the sweet words he mumbles into my ear as he slides in slowly at first, as if he’s afraid to break me.

In this moment I feel like he could. With him fully sheathed inside of me I grip his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin, leaving little crescent moons. He rest down on his elbows, one on either side of my head, and we just stay their for a moment. My walls clench around him, both our moans echo through the quiet room.

“My sweet baby, oh how I’ve missed you,” he moans in my ear. “It has taken all of my strength not to jump you the moment I knew it was you.”

“Did you miss sex that much?” I have tease with a huff.

“No,” he mumbles into the crook of my neck, “I missed this moment.” Another thrust that has me lifting my hips to meet him half way. I rest my head on his shoulder as I rotate my hips to hit that spot in the pit of my stomach head on. “The moment you show your true face to me, blinded with pleasure and completely bare.”

“I thought you were going to make me scream,” I muse. “Right now all you are making me want to do is cry. You are making my heart heavy.”

“I’m sorry baby, you want me to make you scream?” He surprises me with another hard thrust that has me moaning. “Ah, that wasn’t a scream was it, I’m sorry I’ll just have to try a bit harder.” My nails drag down his back, hopefully drawing blood, to pay back for the way he begins pumping in and out of me. I bite my lip, not wanting to give him what he wants. I clench my thighs around his waist to try and slow him down, but he’s like an animal and as hot as that is it’s too much. My whole body is tingling from small brushes against the sensitive spot in the pit of my stomach.

My toes curl when he hits it head on again and again, “I’m done teasing baby so feel free to put your claws away.” He muses with a smirk. He is a man of his word, without another word he buries his face in the crook of my neck and begins mindlessly pounding into me as if his life depends on it. I curl around him, my legs wrap around his waist wanting him deeper.

“Daddy I’m so close!” I whine, rotating my hips once again.

“Baby daddy need a little more from you,” It’s barely above a mumble in my ear but I hear it.

“A little more?” I groan out, arching my back as I try to keep my orgasm at bay.

“Four little words is all I need, please baby, I need to hear them.”

Four words? I can’t focus on anything other than the pleasure rocking through my body. My mind is too much of a mess to think of more than one option that falls from my lips without any hesitation.

“I love you Minseok.”

He stops for a minute, “What?”

I don’t know if in my delirious state if I’m even making sense so I scream it, “I love you Minseok!”

“I love you too Jooyoung.”

My heart stops.

……………………….

I jump when the bed dips. Xiumin sits up with his arm wrapped around me, his other hand holds a gun at who ever is in the darkness. I see a tall shadow with his arms up.

“Daddy Kris?” I grumble as I rub the sleep out of my eyes.

“Hi baby.”

“What the hell do you think you are doing here?” Xiumin snarls.

The younger is hesitant to answer at first but admits, “I wanted to lay next to her.”

“She’s mine tonight.”

“Daddy it’s fine,” I yawn and reach out for Kris to take my hand. “Come on Daddy Yifan, you must be tired.”

“Baby, you are mine for tonight,” Xiumin whines.

“We had our fun, what does it matter if he sleeps next to us? I was getting cold, it’s a good heater.” I ramble on in my half sleepy state, “Lay down.”

Xiumin groans, “Fine!”

I grin like an idiot when the younger finally obeys and snuggles in next to me. I curl back against Xiumin, letting Kris curl up behind me.

“I hope you know that this will not be a regular thing. I’m feeling nice tonight.”

“Thanks Hyung, and thank you baby girl,” Kris mumbles as he nuzzles the back of my head.

“I hear all of you have been having nightmares, this is the least I could do.”

“Don’t say that!” Xiumin snaps, “You are going to make him think it’s okay for him to bust into other peoples rooms because they had a nightmare.”

“Speaking of which, Daddy didn’t you lock the door?”

There is a moment of silence followed by Kris whining, “Ah! Hyung! That hurt!”

“You busted by door!”

I groan and roll over into Kris’s embrace, “Too loud.”

“No! You are not going to take her too!”

“You need to be quiet or you are going to wake everyone else up,” Kris advises.

“What is going on?” A voice from the hall way calls, and from the grumbling I hear from father down the hall I have a feeling it’s more than just one.

“Way to go.”


Sorry if the smut is bad! Also I realize while I was writing this chapter that Xiumin has never said her name out loud to her!

PS: Any of you going to BTS in Chicago?

Forget Me Not (707 x MC) : Part I

I’m sorry for the inactivity lately, we’ve all been awfully busy (well, okay, I was out visiting family and got sick after I went back). That, and, well, I’m having writer’s block whenever I go through the prompts in the inbox lately.


I am writing this fic to (hopefully) get out of my slump.

~Nao

Part I : Forget me not

Language of flowers :

True Love; “Don’t forget me“


“Who are you?“

There is no hint of recognition anywhere as she touches my face, and I lean into her touch. We were having a heart to heart talk just last night, and yet….

I looked at her with all the love I could muster despite the pain lancing through my chest, took her hand, and brought it to my lips.

“Me? I’m just somebody who loves you very much, MC.“


I closed my eyes and tried to keep the tears at bay. It hurt to see her get worse day by day, forgetting names and places, being unable to do the normal everyday stuff, and fearing that she might just not breath one day.

The smell of coffee permeates my nose and I hear somebody move a chair to my right. I ignored the intruder, until they touch my shoulder and I open my eyes to see a mirror-image of me, but with green eyes — it was my brother, Saeran.

“You okay?“ he asks, worry etched on his face. His features had grown somewhat kinder compared to when I first saw him again after almost a decade.

“Considering how I just woke up to my wife asking who I was despite telling me yesterday that she wouldn’t forget me? Yeah, I think so,“ I respond, absently running my hands through my face and hair.

Saeran offers me a cup of coffee, and I  take a sip of the hot, bitter liquid. I relish in the warmth for a bit before setting the cup down. “I appreciate the effort you put into making me some coffee, but you do know I’d like it better if you gave me a Dr. Pepper, right?“

He huffs and chucks a dish rag in my direction. I catch it before it hits me, but I didn’t expect him to throw another one, and it hits me right in the face. “That shit is going to kill you before —-“

We both hear a loud clatter from the room followed by a cry, so we both rush into the room to find the bedside lamp smashed on the floor and MC huddled in a corner, crying.

I approach her carefully, sitting on the floor beside her, but not quite touching.

“MC, what’s wrong?“

“R-rat! It tried to bite me, so I shoved it away, and… oh my god, it was a rat, I….DON’T TOUCH IT!!!“ she suddenly shrieks and starts making her way to Saeran, who was cleaning the mess, only for me to hold her in place and make eye contact.

“MC, it will be fine, okay? You did a good job in killing the rat, and Saeran is just cleaning up, okay? It’s not going to hurt him,“ her eyes were scared and she was trembling, but she held onto me nonetheless.

I continued talking to her as I led her away from the scene, and into the connecting bathroom.

“Kill? It’s… it’s dead?“

“Yes dear, it is. It won’t hurt anybody anymore, okay?“

“Really?“


“Really. So let’s leave Saeran to it and I’ll help you get ready, okay?“

“Clothes? What about chicken noodle soup?“

“We’ll have breakfast after you get ready, so let’s brush your teeth first, alright?“


The rest of the morning was uneventful after that episode, but I stayed by her side the whole day. I was afraid that she forgot our kids’ names as well, but it seemed like I was the only one she didn’t recognize, even though she aimed smiles my way whenever she saw me.

Now, I know people are wondering what happened to MC. We settled in and had kids years after the events at Mint Eye and helping my younger brother to readjust to the outside world. Rika is still in only-God-knows-where, but the RFA and I get regular updates from her facility.

I was genuinely happy and content for the first time in a long while, and I thought that I was going to live my days with MC until we both grew old and grumpy, but alas, as with all the good things that happen around me, this too, had to end at some point.

It started with the little things — MC forgetting recent events like birthdays and anniversaries, misplacing things…. I thought it was normal at first, but things kept getting worse. I eventually had to take her to the hospital to be examined when she disappeared for hours one day, only to find her wandering aimlessly around the garage and claiming that she got lost on the way back from the supermarket.

One would think that she might just have been pranking me, but no, she was downright serious. The part that convinced me that something was wrong though? It was checking the CCTVs and finding out that she never made it past the garage doors.

The doctors did a bunch of tests on her — MRIs, blood work, clinical assessments — and came to the conclusion that she had what doctors would call early onset Alzheimer’s disease. She was physically fine in the meantime despite her symptoms, but it also meant that I would have to witness her further deterioration as time went by.

To be continued…

Liam Imagine~ Truth Or Dare?

Word Count~ 1257
Rating~ idk, like 13+ or something
Warnings~ alcohol use, fluff
Pairings~ Liam x Reader
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Request~ Anonymous said:
Imagine request: You and the pack decided to have a hang out at Lydia’s while her parents were away. (Let’s pretend werewolves could get drunk) you guys decided to play truth or dare. And Lydia decided to asked you is it true you like someone in this circle. And since the circle was practically filled with werewolves that could tell if your lying new you were when you said no. (You liked Liam) but you wee to scared to say anything. You can create and ending:)

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concept: logan and doyle bump into each other in the airport after the life & death brigade sequence in “fall.” (i know logan probably takes a private jet everywhere or whatever rich people do, but let’s say he’s just slumming it in first class. he is that emo right now.) logan is going back to london, and doyle is off to california to do more hip screenwriter stuff. at first, they are all, ‘hey man, what’s up, how are you? it’s been ages! let’s casually catch up!’.

but it quickly devolves into them sobbing drunkenly @ the airport bar about how they lost the loves of their lives because stuff like Preserving The Family Legacy and Having Lunch With David Benioff and D.B. Weiss got in the way.

(“but did david and d.b. give birth to my beautiful children? did THEY teach me the erotic potential of krav maga? no sir, THEY DID NOT.”

“ouch. i’m gonna pretend i didn’t hear that. no. wait. i need to stop pretending. why am i pretending that i’m happy in london? why am i pretending i want to marry odette? that’s crazy. i’m crazy. what’s wrong with me? rory gilmore is better than all of france’s women combined.”

“keep your women, france!”

“exactly! who wants them? i don’t! why didn’t i tell her? why didn’t i just say, ‘ace, you are better than all the women in france, please be my american bride. this house key is a metaphor for the key to my heart.’ there was a moment in that club! i could have done it!”

“i’m pretty sure paris and i are getting divorced over stairs and michael bay. what the hell is that? i love her more than stairs! i love her more than michael friggin bay!”

“well, you should. michael bay’s terrible.”

“he is. he really is.”

“oh, we’re bad men, doyle. bad, stupid men.”

“god, paris was so right about us all along. i hate that.”

“me too, buddy.”)

and then they make a not entirely sober pact to do whatever they can to get their respective amazing beloveds back. screw the dynastic plan! screw possibly joining the writer’s room for one of NINE planned game of thrones spinoffs!

this probably results in them crashing luke and lorelai’s wedding. (lorelai decided to let paris be a bridesmaid because lane was of course going to be a bridesmaid and she didn’t want to deal with any ‘i see which of rory’s best friends is more important in your eyes, Woman Who Was Practically A Mother To Me’ drama.)

logan & doyle get there just in time for the flash mob.

they’re fighting through dancing stars hollow townspeople and screaming “RORY!” / “PARIS!”. doyle definitely gets caught in a babette/miss patty sandwich. logan accidentally twirls taylor like they are fred and ginger.

and rory and paris are just sitting at the head table in their matching bridesmaid dresses, going “oh …….. my god.”

“you’re having his baby,” paris says in dull accusatory horror.

“you already had two of his!” rory retorts desperately.

“touche, gilmore. touche.”

they watch in dread-drenched awe (and, okay, also surprised delight) at the hot mess before them.

“should we put them out of their misery?” paris asks.

“let’s make them dance a little longer,” rory decides.

rory and paris fist bump, while logan and doyle desperately try to improvise a flash mob boogie in the name of true love.

Lego Batjokes Prompt #212

“HAPPY FATHER’S DAY, DADS!” an ecstatic Dick cried as he ran into the living room. The brunette sprinted over to embrace his parents, accidentally crumpling Bruce’s newspaper. Joker recoiled just a bit, not expecting the sudden touch.

“Woah,” Joker exclaimed before moving his laptop to the side. “What’s all this, kid?”

“I just wanted to say thank you for being my dads. I love you both so much and I’ve waited for you for a long time.” Happy tears threatened to spill from the corners of Dick’s eyes but he was somehow able to keep them at bay. “I made this for you!”

Grinning wide, Dick shoved a picture toward the men. A doodled version of their family, Alfred included, smiled up at them from the construction paper, covered in hearts and stickers and glitter.

Bruce and Joker stared in silent awe at their gift.

“Well?” the brunette asked. “What do you think?”

-

“Master Dick,” Alfred gently chided in the waiting room of Gotham General Hospital. “You must be more careful with your cuteness. They screamed in adoration so loud and for so long that it nearly permanently damaged their voices and hearing.”

The butler sat beside his adoptive grandson, pulling him into a small hug. “I think they simply can’t believe how lucky they were to find you. And neither can I.”

Dick laughed. “The feeling’s mutual, grandpa. And, don’t worry. I’ll use my powers for good.”

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