i should totally stop

warm and soft like a fireplace….a heith….

hello everyone I would like to take a moment to remind all of you that Edward Elric is probably a househusband and a goofy dad as well and there’s also a high chance that, inspired by Izumi and Maes, he brags about his family and often refers to himself as a househusband thank you for your time


The story of the Kubdel pocket watch

LATER, CHIRRUT SLEEPS next to me. […] He stirs and the air stirs with him, bearing the musk-sweet smell of his body. I think: This is what I will miss. I think: I will kill myself rather than miss it. I think: How long do we have? (insp.)


so it’s the end of march now and jack and casie is slowly chugging along. still working on the overworld areas (something called ‘decks’ are involved) (and they suck) and working on fixing up some underlying systems that just didn’t fuckin work but i expect a new demo out in the first two weeks of april if not sooner

in order to expedite the whole ‘make the video game’ thing i’ve been considering picking up volunteer artists and trading, like, art or lessons or something for grunt work and the like but i’m still sort of skeptical about putting any part of my project in the hands of other people but, on the off chance i do bite the bullet, i ended up drawing a new big dumb model sheet for jack and casie (to replace the older one) (admittedly, it’s because someone asked me for a reference for fan art.) (i’m not going to lie to you. it didn’t take much.)

the kickstarter goal date is still ‘before e3′, so the latest i’m willing to run it is april or may. i’m quite confident itll go through, especially considering i’ve gotten a couple of offers from distributors and publishers

i’ve actually been practicing my blurbs but my favorite is still just

“A parody pocket RPG about a mysterious robot from a long lost civilization, and Casie.”

  • me: *walks down the street*
  • me: *suddenly stops walking*
  • me: oh shit i'm gay
  • girlfriend: sophie , we started dating 3 years ago. you proposed to me yesterday.
  • me: ... oh.right *continues walking*
  • gilfriend: unbelievable.

anonymous asked:

It's ironic you're complaining about people accusing you of copying and how it's totally okay for multiple people to create works based on same AUs. I totally agree with that but maybe you too should stop being butt hurt then when you encounter other writers who have written fics on the same topics as you did. Because girl you can get ugly sometimes :) Maybe if you would treat other people the same way you want to be treated, you wouldn't be getting all these complains now.

That’s actually not the issue here, my issue is that writers I’m friends with have been sent anonymous asks on my behalf telling those writers that they’re copying me.
And I have never once complained ever about writers tackling the same topics I have. I have actively encouraged people to write mafia AUs and other AUs I’m interested in. I’m friends with other writers who write the same AUs I do, so, to be frank, you can suck my dick if you think think I’d ever complain about something like that.


anonymous asked:

Can I get a story where you get stalked by your ex and Taeyong your bestfriend likes you and kinda help you with it ( you like him too ) and you become later a couple..Thanks!!! and love your blog!!

Sorry for the long wait & thanks for the sweet compliments! 

Listen: [1]


You hesitantly looked around the silent school campus.

It was only 5:00 PM but most of the campus grounds had already cleared up; students were either still in the buildings or on their way home by now.

You were on your way to your friend’s house when you heard the unsettling rustle of leaves and quiet footsteps that walked at the exact same pace as yours.

It was him again, you were sure of it.

Two months ago, you started dating a guy that you met in university.

He seemed sweet and friendly and since you always wanted to experience a heart-fluttering campus romance and get that somebody off your mind, you naturally agreed to date him.

You should’ve known something was off from the start. The two of you met when he started putting notes and flowers in your locker. You thought it was sweet at first, especially since he knew the exact flowers that you liked. He had gotten you a bouquet of ‘forget-me-nots’ and since they weren’t the most common type of flowers, you thought the two of you were fated.

Soon, you found out that it was no coincidence at all. He knew everything about you, including the things you liked, your daily schedules, even where you lived before you told him.

You lasted with him for about two weeks before you called it quits.

You made sure that you broke up with him a public place so that he wouldn’t act out. However, your break up went too smoothly.

You simply told him that you didn’t think that you liked him in that way but thought he was a nice guy. The wide smile that he had on his face every single time the two of you met was unchanged.

He nodded his head, saying it was alright, finished his coffee and left the cafe. You let out a huge sigh of relief thinking everything was over…until the next couple days came around.

Everything was quiet at first until he started popping up everywhere on school grounds… acting like the two of you were still together. You would be walking with your friends after class when he would come over and take your backpack for you. Your friends didn’t sense anything wrong and you were too embarrassed to say anything about it.

When you were alone he would pretend that he was coming from the same direction and walk home with you. One day, you couldn’t keep it in anymore and burst out at him that the two of you were no longer together. That was the day you saw his expression grow dark as he wordlessly walked away from you.

And that’s when this started happening. The constant following from the shadows and every now and then a text would pop up… like right now.

You tried to ignore the text, but every now and then the text notification sound would go off. You shut your eyes and reached for your phone to turn off the sound, taking a glance at the notifications on your home screen.

Aren’t you cold?

Want me to give you my sweater?

It’s very warm~

Why are you ignoring me?

Oh you picked up your phone now!

Your hands began to shake, knowing he was nearby and watching your every move.

Suddenly your phone started ringing, startling you.

You were worried it was him but when the familiar letters ‘TY’ showed up on your screen you swiped right immediately.

Listen: [2]


Your voice came out more panicked than you wanted but you tried to hold it in.

There was a pause before he spoke, sensing your insecurity.

“__________? Is something wrong?”

You gulped.

“No, I’m fine. I’m right around the corner, I’ll come in now.”

“Okay, see you soon.”

You walked up to Taeyong’s house where he stood at the door holding it open for you.

You couldn’t help but take a quick glance around before walking in, losing your balance slightly.

Taeyong caught your arm immediately, making sure you didn’t fall.

“Woah, watch your step there.”

When he shut the door you smiled nervously at him and thanked him as you regained your balance.

From the raise of his brow, you knew that he sensed something was off but you weren’t planning on telling him. Sure he was your best friend, but he was also someone who carried a lot of responsibilities and had an image to upkeep. You couldn’t bother him with something as trivial as this.

You felt his sharp eyes observe you and your surroundings. However, when you didn’t speak you saw him lick his lips as if to wipe off the question that was lingering on his tongue.

“The other boys are inside already, come on in.”

Taeyong led you into the living room where the other trainees and group members of his had already started to cheer one another on for today’s video game night.

As per usual, the others waved and shouted “Hi noona!” at you before Taeyong shooed one of them off the couch so you could sit.

He walked around the room grabbing candy wrappers and cola cans off the floor before chastising the others to keep his place cleaner as they shouted a “Yes mom!”’ in response.

Soon he was seated beside you, his arm slung loosely around the back of the couch.

“So, what’s up with school?”

He opened a can of cola that was in front of him, taking a sip before passing it to you. You smiled unknowingly, reminiscing of the memories during your high school days together. Anytime the two of you were together and he offered you a drink whether it be water, cola or juice, he would open it, take a sip and then give it to you. Back then you used to think it was the most annoying thing ever, slapping him on the arm lightly for his teasing ways. However, now it was an action that brought you back to the sweet memory of the past.

“It’s okay I guess, sucks that you’re not there though.”

He laughed and reached out his free arm to ruffle your hair.

“I thought you said I was the most annoying brat ever.”

You giggled.

“Well you are. But this annoying brat is my best friend and I thought we would go to university together.”

His laugh faded to a soft smile.

“I’m not beside you at school but you know I’m always here for you right? You can tell me anything.”

His sharp eyes locked with your soft gaze as you knew that was implying for you to talk about your unfamiliar actions earlier.

Your gaze broke with his when Ten called him over.

“Taeyong! Your turn, help us beat Jaehyun man, he’s so good at this game.”

Ten grumbled as he signalled for Taeyong to join his side quickly.

Taeyong rolled his eyes as he gave you a quick pat on your shoulder.

“I’ll be right back.”

You nodded as he headed over to Ten.

The image of his back walking away from you brought back to another memory. All through high school, Taeyong and you have always had a ‘some’ and ambiguous sort of relationship. It was kind of obvious that you liked him and he liked you, but because he was always kind of immature you brushed it off as a crush. Only when he told you that he would be debuting soon and wouldn’t be going to university did it occur to you that the two of you wouldn’t be seeing each other daily anymore. That last day of school when he walked away from you was an image you would never be able to forget.

You took the news especially hard when he finally debuted and you realized that the two of you were living completely different lives now. When you met up and watched his shows on TV you realized that Taeyong had changed, matured and took care of others now. You were happy that he was leading the life that he always wanted, doing what he did best, dance. But it also confirmed that an average girl like you wouldn’t fit into his life anymore, which is why you chose to move on. He found where he belonged, and you felt like you should do the same whether he was by your side or not.

Two hours passed by and you realized that it was starting to get dark. You noticed your phone didn’t ring or vibrate during the time you were at Taeyong’s place; he probably wouldn’t be lurking around after such a long time passed, so you got ready to go home.

“Taeyong, I’ll be off okay!“ You shouted in the noisy living room.

“Let me walk you back!”

He shouted as the others cheered noisily for him to win.

“It’s okay! I’ll text you when I get back!”

He didn’t look convinced but you waved at him and said goodbye to the boys as you left his place.

Listen: [3]

You took in the comfortable gust of wind that blew against your face as you walked down the familiar road.

Taeyong and you lived a 10 minute walk away from each other but you haven’t been to his place in months. It was nice to be able to catch up with him again, although you weren’t sure when the next time you see him will be.

Everything was going fine but a faint tune had started to hum a short distance away from you.

Usually you wouldn’t find a problem with someone humming on the street.

But this was the tune to your favourite song, ‘Time spent Walking through Memories’ by Nell.

You began to walk a bit faster but noticed that now the humming had been replaced with his voice singing the song.

As soon as you realized, you began sprinting away but his long legs caught up to you immediately as he appeared in front of you, blocking your way.

His wide eyes stared at you menacingly as he began to question you.

“Who was that guy at the door? Why didn’t you pick up your phone? Did you know how worried I was? What were you doing inside?”

You backed away slowly as you reached into your bag for your phone, the only name running through your head was 'Taeyong’.

However, you realized that your phone was not in your bag and you probably left it at Taeyong’s place.

You tried to turn away and run back to Taeyong’s house but he grabbed your arms as you covered your ears and shut your eyes, blocking him out.

A short moment passed before you realized that the shaking had stopped and he was no longer in front of you.

As you opened your eyes, you saw Taeyong on top of him on the floor, punching him over and over.

“Leave her alone! What the hell do you think you’re doing stalking her like this, I’ll never let you go!”

He shouted angrily.

Realization flooded you when you saw Taeyong’s bloody knuckles and the blood of your ex spray on the road.

“Stop! Taeyong, stop!”

You yelled and ran over to hug him immediately, knowing he would stop if you were nearby.

His hands dropped to his side as you pulled him up and your ex stood up shortly, wiping the blood from his nose.

“Quit acting like she’s a gem or something. She’s just some average girl, I’ll go find another one, you can take her.”

He began to walk away as Taeyong shouted after him.

“What the hell did you say? Average? Come back here you b-”


You called his name again and held him tighter.

That seemed to wake him up as he turned his angry gaze towards you, pulling his arm away from your grasp.

He pulled your phone from his pocket as he held it in front of you.

“What the hell is this.”

His angry gaze didn’t fade as he held the phone screen up for you to see, showing your ex had dialed your number exactly forty-two times in the two hours you were at his place and sent you countless messages asking you what you were doing.

You quickly grabbed your phone back.

“It’s nothing, everything’s settled-”

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN __________! You were being stalked, damn it!”

You couldn’t look him straight in the eye as you glanced around, worried that someone would see or recognize Taeyong.

“You should go back, what if someone recognizes you? You need to clean your wounds and-”

Taeyong held both of your shoulders as he pulled you closer to face him.

“Do you think that matters to me right now? Why didn’t you tell me about this? Am I not important to you anymore?”

You looked up to stare at his gaze, seeing the hurt in his eyes.

“Of course not! I didn’t want to worry you and I thought that he would eventually stop and besides he was nice before and-”

You glanced up to look at him, seeing the disappointment on his face as his hands slid down your arms and back to his side. The two of you knew that all the words coming from your mouth were excuses.

“So that’s all I am to you now huh…”

He turned back in the direction to face his house as he ran a hand through his hair and began walking away.

His fading back reminded you of that horrible memory once again, of him leaving you on that last day of school. You knew if you didn’t say something now, the relationship between the two of you would take a turn for the worse.

“LEE TAEYONG! Stop right there!”

You ran over and shoved him lightly, turning him to face you.

Tears were starting to build up now but you ignored them, not caring if they ran down your face.

“How could I tell you about this when you didn’t even know I was seeing someone in the first place! If I told you about how I was dating him, then I’d have to tell you why and if the reason I told you why is because I was trying to get over you, what would you say?! I know exactly why we never got together and I know my boundaries. Why do you have to force me to tell you that my feelings for you never left and that-”

Before you could continue, he cupped your cheeks with his palms and pulled you in for a deep kiss, expressing his feelings to you.

You were shocked but found yourself returning his kiss as you held onto his arms lightly, closing your eyes.

When the kiss ended Taeyong and you shared a knowing smile together.

He pulled you in for a hug, arms encircling your waist as the two of you stood still, face to face.

“If that’s how you felt why didn’t you say so earlier?”

You shrugged and looked up at him.

“Well if that’s how you felt, why didn’t you say so earlier?”

He smiled and shrugged as the two of you laughed softly and he pulled you in tighter, patting the back of your head affectionately.

“I don’t mind if you stay quiet about other matters, but if it’s regarding your safety, you better tell me immediately okay?”

You nodded your head and nuzzled deeper into his embrace, finally finding where you belong.

gif cr: teeuai


I went to Daisy’s funeral service. Her mother came and thanked me for being such a good doctor. I was so much more to her than that.

Promt #23,  shipped by Yamcha


               I stroll to the gym, enjoying the heat of the late afternoon sun on my face, it’s a beautiful day and I’m  early so I have time to enjoy it. Besides, it’s not like Goku is gonna be on time, is it? Even if I’m ten minutes late I still usually have to wait for him. Seems that today is different though, I round the corner and see him leant up against the wall outside the gym. He is easy to spot in his bright orange get up, he stands out like a sore thumb. Not that he notices though, he is completely oblivious to the world around him.

“Hey, what have you done with the real Goku? He would never be here this early,” I joke with him and he flashes me that trademark cheesy grin of his.

“Hey Yamcha, my training got cut short so I’m here,” He gestures to himself and smiles even wider.

“I see that, why’d your training get cut short?” I ask, curious, I didn’t even know he was training this morning before he came here. He looks a little uncomfortable, and… Is he blushing? What could be making him act so strange? He changes the subject and immediately I know something is up.

“Wow, you look good Yamcha have you been working out without me?” He stutters nervously. Without waiting for me to answer he giggles sheepishly and walks into the gym. This seems kinda juicy, I wonder what he is so embarrassed about. After our workout, I’m gonna try my best to pry the truth out of him.

  We hit the weights hard, well, I do at least. Goku always matches my weight which I know must feel like lifting a feather to him but he pretends he is putting effort into it. Of course, I know he is pretending but I still appreciate him doing that, he’s a good friend. We work out for a couple of hours, chatting and laughing about all sorts of stuff. It’s nice meeting up with him a couple of times a week just to work out, it was never doable before but since him and chichi broke up he has a lot more time on his hands.

“You wanna go eat?” I suggest. His face lights up at the mention of food, as always.

“Hell yeah,” He cries, jumping up and throwing his super heavy dumbbell across the room like it was a sheet of paper.

“Careful Goku, you’re lucky that didn’t hit anyone,” I scold him.

“Oops, my bad, sorry guys,” He shouts across the gym to all the incredulous looking bodybuilders who just saw him throw their personal best weight like a frisbee.

               Across the street is a burger bar, they do good coffee and their food comes in large portions so Goku will be pleased, he will only have to order ten portions instead of twenty, the guy can eat. We sit opposite each other in the little booth and wait for his food to come, I’m not really hungry so I’ve just get a coffee.

“So, Goku, what happened with your training this morning. You seemed a little jittery about it.” I ask, trying to sound casual.

“Oh, ha-ha, you noticed that, did you?” He stammers, scratching the back of his head and looking sheepish again.

“I just kind of messed up a bit is all, no big deal,” He explains and averts his eyes.

“What did you do? How can you mess up training?” I ask, even more intrigued now.

“I didn’t exactly mess up training, we had stopped for a lunch break…”

“We?” I interrupt, wondering who he was training with.

“Me and Vegeta, we always spar together, that bit was fine he was on top form today, nearly beat me. We had stopped to eat this yummy rice he brought with him, he cooked it himself. It was so good, I finished mine so fast. I looked at Vegeta and he had finished his too, but, he had a little bit on his face, I wasn’t thinking and I kinda…”He trails off, his face bright red, he looks totally mortified.

“You kinda what?” I prompt.

“Ileanedinandlickeditoffhisface…” He mumbles almost incoherently, his head in his hands.

“You what?”

“I licked his face alright, I wasn’t thinking, I just leaned in and licked the rice right off his face, it was so yummy,” He shouts causing a few people to turn and look at us. I try so hard to contain my howling laughter, but I can’t. I laugh so loud that the whole place turns to look at us.

“Hahaha, you licked Vegeta’s face!!!”

“Yep, you don’t need to rub it in,” He grumps, not looking at all amused by my outburst.

“What did he do?”

“It was weird, I expected him to punch me,” He muses.

“Wait… He didn’t punch you? You licked his face and he didn’t punch you?” I’m not sure I even believe that.

“No, at first he looked at me with these eyes,” He half closes his eyes and stares at me through long lashes, a perfect pout on his lips, it’s a hot, smouldering look, really sexy.

“Vegeta looked at you like that?” I ask sceptically.

“Yep, then he moved real close and looked right in my eye balls,” He continues.

“What did he say?” I ask still not quite believing what I was hearing.

“He said in this weird purry voice, ‘Kakarot I didn’t know you felt like that’, and then he moved even closer to me and done his lips like this,” He pouts even more. I blink a few times trying to register what Goku is telling me.

“Then what?” I cry impatiently, anticipating a kiss, I’m on the edge of my seat.

“I told him I thought he knew how much I liked rice, and he looked real cross and was all like, ‘Rice?’, and I said that’s why I licked it of his face. He looked even more cross then and I thought he would slap me for sure and call me a Baka, but he just said, ‘Oh f-word you Kakarot, why do you always have to make me look like a fool’, and he flew away super-fast,” He shrugs his shoulders and looks sad. He honestly has no idea what happened today, or why Vegeta is upset with him, he is so hopeless.

I can’t believe Vegeta thought Goku was coming onto him, and he wanted it. I’m shocked but when I think about it, it does make perfect sense. They have both been single for a while now, they are the last two of their race, they know each other so well and they would make a hella hot couple.

“You don’t get it, do you?” I ask.

“No, I have no idea why he was so cross with me. It was really good rice,” He looks so upset and innocent, he is really sweet, I don’t blame Vegeta for wanting him. If I was a single man I might even want him myself.  

“Goku, Vegeta likes you,” I explain.

“Well I would hope so, we’ve been friends for a real long time now.”

“No, I mean he likes you. He fancies you. He wants to be more than your friend,” I try to explain it as simply as I can so this dumbass can understand.

“Don’t be a numpty Yamcha, of course Vegeta doesn’t fancy me. Why would he?” Goku objects, blushing again.

“Trust me, he does. When you licked his face, he thought you did it ‘cause you liked him too, that’s why he was so upset when he found out you didn’t want him, you just wanted rice,” I feel as though I am talking to a child.

“That can’t be true, Vegeta is way too smart and proud and… Cute to be into me.”

“Cute…? You find Vegeta cute?”

“Yeah, in an angry little ball of fury kinda way, he’s pretty cute.”

“Oh wow! You like him too,” I exclaim.

“Vegeta? no way, I mean yes he is really strong and kinda sexy and the only one who can give me a challen-… Oh, my God. I do like him.”

“Goku, you should go for it, you guys would be perfect together. It’s like you were made for each other. He is so angry and you are so calm, he’s so short and you’re so tall, he’s so smart and you’re… Well, you’re so Goku. You’re the perfect balance. You two should totally get together.”

“Stop it Yamcha, I already told you, there’s no chance that Vegeta likes me like that,” He looks across the restaurant with a dreamy yet sad expression on his face.

 I think for a moment; how can I help my old friend out on this? There must be some way I can convince Vegeta to declare his feelings for Goku. Talking to him is out of the question, he is far too proud to tell Goku he likes him unless he absolutely must. An idea pops into my mind, I will probably end up with a nasty bruise but if it gets these two together it will be well worth it.

“Goku, do you trust me?” I ask.

“Sure Yamcha, why?”

“Don’t ask any questions, just text Vegeta and tell him to meet you here.”

“He won’t come after what happened today.”

“Trust me, he will come,” I assure him. I just hope my plan works now. Goku looks totally confused but he pulls his phone out regardless and concentrates as he types away.

“Done,” He tells me pushing his phone back into his pocket.

“If he does come, what will you say to him?” He asks suspiciously.

“You’ll see.”

After only a few minutes Vegeta strolls into the place. He was quicker than I expected, he must have been really keen to see Goku. His eyes immediately seek him out and I notice his shoulders slump slightly as he sees he is not alone.

 I still can’t believe what I am about to do, Goku had better thank me for this later. I reach across the table, taking Goku’s face gently between my hands and kissing him deeply, lovingly, like I really mean it, holding it long enough that I am sure Vegeta has seen us.

I wait for the blow to come, he doesn’t keep me in suspense for long. I hurtle backwards crashing into the wall and landing in a heap on the ground.

“Keep your filthy little hands off my Kakarot,” He yells holding onto Goku defensively as though I might try to steal him, and giving me a death glare.

“Weaklings like you have no place touching this perfect face, were leaving, Kakarot,” He snarls as he drags Goku away. Goku looks back at me with a flustered but happy expression on his face. I give him a thumb up.

“Thanks,” He mouths to me before he is pulled out of sight.

  I pick myself up off the floor and silently congratulate myself on a job well done. I sit back at the little table just in time for the waitress to bring over ten cheeseburgers with fries. I better call Tien, there’s no way I will get through all this alone.

the end. @kakavegeweek

tenrose shippers of tumblr- you know, it’s possible that you could ship tenrose WITHOUT shitting on martha jones’ character. there’s a thought.

EXO reaction to their “shy” crush being confident and outgoing.

Requested:  Hello!Can I request a reaction of EXO (OT12) when their crush at first glance seems to be very cute and caring but is actually very badass,confident and sometimes scary.Thank you 😘

Admin C: Aha of course!  I’ll try my best and I hope its what you wanted. I’m really nervous about this one

Exo K:


Your small size would be incredibly endearing to Suho so he’d feel very protective of you. So when he saw a tall rookie holding your hat over your head and making you jump for it, he immediately clenched his fists as he hurriedly strode over. Only to see you smirk and say mockingly “I am short. From this height I can also see you are also…short in some areas so you’d best give me that hat before I make it even shorter”. Suho wouldn’t hold back his shocked laughter, loving your sass and confidence, as the rookie backed away. He’d feel his puffy cheeks ache from smiling as you joined in, slipping your soft hand into his far larger one as you dragged him to the nearest ramyeon shop.

-I mean, since when did you make a dick jokes y/n” m*

“I’m sure his was a joke Suho

Originally posted by britamin-graphics


When Baekhyun first saw you in the noisy arcade wearing that floaty white sundress his heart bid goodbye and went straight to heaven. He thought you looked so cute and caring and adorable and..he was running out of adjectives to use. Squaring his shoulders and fixing his (already perfect) hair, he’d saunter over to you and challenge you to a game of pac-man, low-key crying inside at the way you winked at him as you accepted. He wouldn’t be able to hold back his gasp of awe when your hands blur as you hit the buttons and annihilate the previous high score. Turning back round with a confident grin on your face (Baekhyun is internally screaming now) you’d cheekily ask “So, are you buying me a coffee or dinner”, to which Baekhyun would smoothly reply “When I win this next game you owe me a kiss” 

“If you win” 

“If this was LOL I’d have won…”

Originally posted by wooyoung


When you invited him to the haunted house he excitedly looked forward to having some quality time with his adorable crush timidly tucked under his arm, with him acting all tall and manly, protecting you from the scary actors. He cursed his earlier eagerness as he slowly trailed behind you in the dark corridor, tightly grasping your hand as he swore at every sound, wondering how the hell he had a crush on someone LAUGHING at every jump scare. However his fear melted when you kept tugging him forward and even though he didn’t get to act like your (totally handsome) saviour he loved your forwardness and confidence although he vowed never to watch a horror movie with you.

“So that was fun! I don’t think you stopped swearing, we should do this again!”

“Yeah totally didn’t scare me…I was so chill..wait did you just ask me out?”

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

Kyungsoo/ D.O

You were in character when Kyungsoo would have first seen you on set. He found your character’s sweet smile sped his heart rate up and he struggled not to act a little shy around you. This was nothing compared to the effect you had on him out of character. Your shoulders straightened, your gaze sharpened and a dangerous smile seemed almost fixed in place, almost the complete reversal of your cute character. Kyungsoo would feel drawn in by your sarcastic humour and devil-may-care attitude and you two would usually be seen sharing a cup of black coffee, sharing quiet laughter. Eventually when filming came to an end Kyungsoo would search for you to ask you on a date only to find you were already sitting at your usual spot with two cups of coffee.

“Was I that obvious?”

“Aha no Kyungsoo, I just don’t know anyone else who likes black coffee”

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Jongin/ Kai

Jongin would have been working up the nerve to ask you out for months but it was a little difficult due to the small fact you were his hair stylist. He felt so relaxed whenever you combed your fingers through his silky brown hair and he was always peeking in the mirror to see your cute mouth pursed in concentration as you worked. Little did he know you always caught him glancing up at you, which made you melt a little inside but you couldn’t resist teasing him a little. The next time he sneakily glanced up he was met with you directly looking into his startled eyes, your eyebrow cocked and a little smirk on your face. Gently tugging his hair you teased “I’m sure you can’t keep your eyes off me but you’re messing up my work! Ask me out after I’ve done my job” Kai settle back down, iconic excited smile on his face.

“So who has better hair? Me or Jongdae?” 

“Jongdae’s poodle hair of course”

Originally posted by kaibility


Sehun was walking down a chilly cobbled street when he first met you. He’d be hugging his woolly coat closer against the wind and tugging on his beanie to cover his frozen ears. He was looking down at his phone and laughing at Jongdae complaining at Junmyeon on the group chat when he suddenly felt something solid hit his front. Looking quickly he saw you on the ground, about 5 scarves wrapped around you (He inwardly squealed at how cute that was), your puffy cheeks pinked from the chill and your eyes narrowed at him. He was about to offer his hand when you snapped “Look ridiculously tall attractive guy, I’m sure your phone is very entertaining but how about paying attention to not knocking over random strangers huh?” Liking your attitude, and being absurdly confident himself, Sehun wasted no time asking you out for Bubble tea.

“Ah yes, you are obviously far more interesting than my phone”

“Was that a lame attempt at asking me out?”

Originally posted by senpai-sisters

Exo M


Minseok would be impressed. When he stopped by the bust cafe to buy his classic americano he was surprised to see you standing opposite him as you waited for your order. Raising his hand to catch your attention, he was about to walk over to you when a business man rushed into you, spilling his warm coffee down your blouse. As you bent to pick up his empty cup, the man shouted obscenities at your hurt face. Anger would course through Minseok and would be about to help you only to see you shoving the cup into the mans hand and biting out “With the size of your ego you ass, I shouldn’t be surprised you didn’t check to see if I was hurt. You can take that cup and shove it where you keep the rest of your crap.” Walking away from the red faced man you smiled tiredly at Minseok who couldn’t contain his deep laughter.

“That may be the best thing I’ve seen all year y/n, are you okay?”

Originally posted by xiuxiu900326


He would regret inviting you out to the  little bar to celebrate your promotion in your company. Narrowing his dark eyes at the three men walking over to you, eyeing up your cute appearance, LuHan quickly moved closer to you. The men were not deterred and handed you a colourful drink, dropping greasy pickup lines and stated they “were real men unlike that pretty boy beside you”. LuHan stood quickly, feeling the insult slap across his face and about to lunge when you pressed a hand on his chest and faced the men, smiling serenely and replied “My ‘pretty boy’ here is more adult and masculine than the combined testosterone of you all so please exit”. When you turned back to him as the men left, LuHan felt a rush of warmth in his stomach and grinned.

“Your Pretty boy huh? I like that, though I am manly you know”

“Yes LuHan, you are the manliest man to ever man, we know…”

Originally posted by parkchny


He would feel like he had to prove himself a little.You would be snuggled on the couch together, watching a movie as Kris hyped himself up to confess to you when a spider scuttled across the carpet and stopping in front of your wide eyes. Kris, terrified of spiders but feeling as if he had to be the cool cold guy, got up and grabbed a cup as he internally panicked. This plan went to hell when the damned thing moved towards him, causing his previously cool image to shatter as he danced away, jumping onto the couch. You thought he was adorable, the way he laughed at his own reaction, dragging a hand down his face in embarrassment as you got up off the couch laughing hysterically. You calmly slid the cup over the spider and got rid of it, returning to a grinning Kris.

“You handled that well, I take it spiders don’t bother you…”

“And I take it they realllly bother you”

Originally posted by oppa-smiles


When Yixing walked into the famous practice room, ready for a few tiring hours going over the dances for upcoming Exo’rdium, he spotted you already dancing tirelessly. You had both been getting closer over the year, bonding through hours of composing, and now he couldn’t help his dimpled smile whenever he saw you. Walking over to him, you happily offered to practice with him and Yixing quickly blanched. You were so funny and sweet and a talented artist but seeing you dance Lady Luck? Hell no, not that kind of dance. Seeing the doubt in his warm brown eyes you smiled inwardly and turned on the music, following the robotic beat with your body. Finishing with a fluid rolling movement, you glanced over to see a shocked Yixing with a smirk tugging his full lips and you knew he wouldn’t doubt you again. 

“Where did you learn to body roll like that?

“Oh when you’re an Exo L, you have to be good when all the dances include them- You can teach me more though~”


 “This would be fun y/n said. Lets go to the Theme Park y/n said” Jongdae bitterly thought to himself as he half jogged behind your fast disappearing form. The plan was to ‘woo’ you on this romantic date at the theme park, him sweetly holding your warm hand as you shared candy floss in the golden afternoon light. Instead he was wearing a over-sized dinosaur hat you bought him as you, an avid adrenaline junkie, rushed to go on as many rides as possible before the sunset. Catching up with you at the next ride, Jongdae spluttered out a “We’re going on THAT?!” as he stretched his neck up, stomach dropping at the dizzying height. You smirked as you dragged him on, a huge grin lighting up your face as the cart started to move and Jongdae felt his nausea fade as he noticed the brightness in your eyes and excited laughter. After getting off the ride you chuckled as he mockingly threw himself on the ground and kissed it.

“Oh sweet earth I’ve missed you. Note to self: Never let y/n choose the date location again”

“Oh so there’s a second date now? Are any of those kisses for me?”

Originally posted by jikain


Looking back Zitao knew he shouldn’t have underestimated you. Martial arts taught you to use the opponents strength against them! Yet when you walk in as the choreographer for the his fighting stage you looked so sweet and small in your over-sized blue hoodie that he wanted to impress you a little. Which led to him accidentally challenging you….and you thoroughly kicking his ass…so much for his AB style. Wincing as you roughly pushed the ice pack onto his shoulder Tao turned to look at your smug face, low-key loving that you weren’t trying to hide your glee. He whined as the cold seeped into his bruised muscle causing you to smirk and tease “If you can’t even handle a small bruise how did you think you could spar against me? Next time don’t underestimate me okay?” Tao rolled his eyes, fighting the small grin tugging at his lips.

“I’m a great martial artist!…you’re just…wow”

“I’ll take that as a compliment”

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Let Us Live: Part 3


Okay so this was really hard for me to write and I don’t have time to edit it but HEY IT’S LONG AF. I actually really like how this turned out and holy shit Ten is hard for me to write like? Why? Just a warning, this is completely un-betad, so forgive any mistakes/typos.

Anyway, please enjoy!

Word count: 5,263

Pairing: Ten/Y/N 

Warnings: Cursing

You rolled around on the floor of your apartment, sighing. The living room carpet wasn’t the softest, you noticed, as you laid still for a few moments. You adjusted, letting your face move across the course tufts of fabric.

It’s still uncomfortable.

“This isn’t working,” You muttered aloud, sitting back up. The carpet left your skin dimpled with the imprint of its pattern, “I still need to get that fucking key card.”

You pushed yourself of the ground and moved your ass into the kitchen, flicking on the lights, “Lit.”

So maybe you were a bit sleep deprived. You sighed, deciding to make a cup of coffee. Obviously, the best thing for massive sleep loss is jacking your system up on caffeine.

“I can hear a health specialist screaming in the distance,” You whispered as you poured a spot of cream into the charcoal colored liquid, putting in only a tad bit of sugar. The more concentrated the coffee, the better. A bit of music also helped keep you awake, so you pulled out your phone and activated Bluetooth, connecting to your speaker system.

Gentle waves of traditional winter ballads flooded your apartment quietly, just loud enough for you to make out the lyrics. You sniffed, taking a sip of your drink and jumping up to sit on the counter top. You checked the date.

December 24th, 2016, 1:00am.

“Fuck my life…” You took another sip of coffee, “Now… time to procrastinate procrastination.”

You picked up your phone, quickly skipping the song that began to play because you had over-listened to it – then opening up your contacts list. You had synced up a disposable phone to your home’s system, allowing it to remotely access the files on your computer, along with your music.

You pulled up Eunseong’s contact, typing out a message in the chat. You stopped yourself, hesitating over the send button.

I don’t want him to get in trouble again… Soohyuk was very harsh on him.

You shuddered, recalling his screams as you left the building last Sunday. It had been six days since then, and it was now the Saturday that you had to meet the man from the Black Blood’s. Your wounds had healed considerably, and all seven cuts were completely scabbed over. They had gotten smaller, too. They no longer spilt, bled randomly, or dripped on your floor like the first day. You didn’t know how Eunseong fared with his injuries, though. You hoped they healed as well.

You deleted what you had written, and sent him a tasteful meme instead. Soohyuk never said you couldn’t text him…

You changed chats, not expecting him to respond any time soon, anyway.

So, I can’t ask Eunseong… maybe Dajeong? Taeil? No… he’s probably still wanting to murder me… You had scrolled through almost all your contacts, but stopped once you reached the “Y” section. Hmmm…

You opened up Yuta’s chat, and typed out what you had planned to say to Eunseong formerly. You were asking him to call you on a private line, and to make sure he was in a quiet, secure place. After finishing the text, you sent it and set the phone down on the table. You sipped your coffee till it was almost gone as you waited for him to call you back, standing like a statue for almost a straight hour. The phone rang suddenly, making you nearly drop your mug. The music playing throughout your apartment stopped automatically.

You quickly snatched the phone off the counter, accepting the call and putting it up to your ear, “Hello?”

Yuta’s voice droned monotone through the receiver, “Why do I feel like you’re about to do something really stupid?”

“Correction,” you laughed, “You’re about to do something really stupid.”

The line was quiet for a bit, “I’m hanging up.”

“Wait!” You shouted, reaching a hand out as if he was physically leaving, “I’m sorry, I just really need your help.”

Yuta sighed, sounding tired, “Alright, what do you need?”

“I kind of-” You bit your lip, struggling to find the correct words, “I need you to steal the key card the Black Bloods were supposed to receive for the shipment.”

“Yeah, no.”

“Yuta, please!” You begged, “I really need it. Soohyuk doesn’t have to know. It’s really, really important.”

“More important than me living?”

“No, but he won’t kill you if he finds out. I’ll be the one to blame, I promise. Just hear me out.” You paused, hearing his silence. He was listening, “If what I have planned goes through, then everyone will be happy, especially the King. He can’t know, though. I’m supposed to be on hiatus. He’ll… it won’t go well if he finds out before I’m done.”

“I need to know what you’re planning.”

“I-” You bit your lip, eye twitching in annoyance, “I can’t-”

“Then I can’t help you.”

“Okay, okay, fine…” You moaned, “A Black Blood approached me, well not quite- but he made me a deal. We meet, alone. I bring the keycard, he brings the payment, we part in peace. That’s it.”

“This is stupid, Y/N. Eunseong would-”

“Eunseong would do it too.”

Yuta created a silence, then broke it by letting out a loud, conflicted sigh, “Alright, I’ll get the card, but I have one question.”


“Who?” Yuta said, “Who got you into this? If something goes wrong, I need to know who to find.”

You sighed, he was right. You mentally apologized to Ten, “It’s the black haired one I stabbed.”

“What?” Yuta yelled, before lowering his voice to a hiss, “Y/N, you stabbed him! Do you honestly think he’s really doing this for the reason he said? He could be doing this to get revenge, or worse…”

“It’s not that deep, Yuta.” You placated, “This could save us in the long run. I’m favored, and with the payment, we could solidify and secure our pre-existing bonds and connections. It’s the boost we need to get on equal footing with the Black Bloods. I have a good feeling about this,” you begged, “Trust me.

“Okay,” he said, “Fine. Have it your way. I’ll have the key card for at around noon, give or take, if this goes well. I’ll send you a text if something happens…” he paused, “Please don’t hurt yourself, Y/N.”

“I won’t, Yuta.” You said, smiling fondly, “Take care of yourself, okay? If you think you’re gonna get caught, bale. I’ll understand. I don’t want Soohyuk freaking out and… doing what he did to Eunseong and I to you.”

“Yeah,” Yuta sucked in a breath, “About that…”

A pulse of fear spiked through your gut, “What? What happened? He’s not…”

“Whatever you think he is, he’s not that. Eunseong’s fine – mostly.”

“What do you mean “mostly”?”

“The King cut off a segment of his right ring finger.”

“Oh,” you covered your mouth, shocked, “That’s… excessive. Fuck, now I feel really bad. I mean, I already felt like shit, but that’s just the cherry on top.”

“Yeah,” Yuta agreed, groaning as someone called for him in the background, “Shit, I gotta go. I’ll slide the key card under your door or something. Bye!”

“Talk to you-” the phone line cut off, “…later.”

You bit your lip and closed the phone, glaring into the empty coffee cut sitting on the counter. You contemplated making another cup, but decided it best to let yourself rest, even if you weren’t able to go to sleep.

Now… time to wait.

You woke up at approximately 11:58am by falling off the hard counter top onto the even harder tiled kitchen floor, dramatic classical music sounding throughout your apartment. That wasn’t what woke you, but was actually the doorbell that had startled you from your oddly-positioned slumber. You had fallen awkwardly on the tiles, landing on top of your right arm.

Why the fuck was I asleep on my counter?

You were knocked out of your thoughts by the doorbell ringing two more times, the person clearly growing impatient. You groaned, holding your right shoulder as you rubbed the pain away, “I’m coming, I’m coming!” You muttered, “Irritating dick.”

Padding over to the door, you wiped the sleep out of your eyes, sniffing a bit. You opened the door, “Yes?”

“I have the key card, sleeping ugly.”

You glared at Yuta, snatching the card from his outstretched hand, “I thought you didn’t have time to stop for more than a millisecond.”

“Well…” he tilted his head a bit to the right, “Set the bar low and you’ll never be disappointed by life. I had to establish the precedent somehow.”

“That’s a sad motto, Yuta.”

He shrugged, “Am I wrong though?”

You snorted, giving up, “No, you’re not. Thanks for getting me the key card… I really, really appreciate it. Hopefully this will placate Soohyuk.”

“Yeah… gotta get those loyalty points,” Yuta laughed, “Sometimes I feel like I’m in too deep with all of this.”

You laughed, “Yuta, this is the mafia. You’re always in to deep. It’s practically written in the job description.”

“If we had one,” He snorted, “I wonder what life would’ve been like if I stayed in Japan, kept up with soccer, went to college…”

“Don’t think too much, Yuta.” You advised, “It’s not like we can turn back time. Our choices have been set in stone, irreversible. Just go with it and you’ll be fine.”

“I know that, but…” he sighed, taking a step back from your doorway, “You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it before.”

“I try not to,” you stuck out your tongue, waving as he left, “Vivamos!”

He waved over his shoulder, voice quieter as he spoke in the opposite direction of you, “Vivamos.”  You closed the door.

Looking down at the key card, you relived the meeting with the King. Your leg started throbbing, ghost pain making you wince. You could only imagine how much pain Eunseong had felt.

Yuta’s kind of right, you thought, I wonder what life would’ve been like if I had never let curiosity get the best of me.

You tossed the key card onto the counter, slapping your cheeks in an attempt to smack sense into yourself, “Stop it, stop it, stop it! It’s fine… totally. I should be getting ready for the meeting, anyway.”

You checked the time, your phone reading 12:07pm. You had just under twelve hours to prepare for the exchange, which you defiantly needed. You had neglected proper preparations due to both legitimate and idiotic reasons, like fucking around on online dress up games or attempting to broaden your horizons in code.

You headed back to your bed room, walking faster whenever you passed a window. You always grew nervous when you were near them now, after that last incident.

Your bedroom spoke nothing of your personality, the grey walls blank from anything indicating a connection to anyone. Your dresser only contained clothes, and they were mostly black – just how you liked it. There was probably some color in there, but it was definitely buried under layers of dark cloth.

You opened your shallow closet, rummaging through all the shit you threw in there because you were too lazy to actually clean up. You found a chestnut, over-the-shoulder satchel underneath various objects you had forgotten about, like a magic 8 ball, an ugly cat sweater with a fucked up hemline, a tambourine from when you tried to make it in a street band (Keyword: tried), and some repulsive used tissues because the trash can was too damn far away.

“I disgust myself…” you muttered, your lip curling up as you cringed.

After retrieving the bag, you threw it on your bed and began to fill it with the essentials. You grabbed your gun out of your sock drawer, and tossed the weapon onto your bed. A CW9 9mm, you’re favorite little weapon. It was slim, had light recoil, and was small enough to conceal without taking away from the damage it could do. Eunseong had helped you buy it and even assisted you in painting it matte black because the silver slide was a little too obvious for your taste and lack of expertise. It helped, when you had to hide it under your clothes.

You tossed in your wallet, another disposable phone, some chocolate, and – of course – the throwing knife. You put it in there specifically to piss the man off, and a little because you felt a little bare without a close range weapon. You made sure to double check for you ID, not wanting to have the deal fail just because you can’t get into the club.

You contemplated sticking the key card in the bad, but decided against it in favor of looping the lanyard around your neck. You had to take it off in order to shower around eight hours later, but made sure to put it back on after you had cleansed yourself. It wasn’t hard to conceal it, the white lanyard and plastic hiding perfectly under the opaque black jacket you threw on. Of course, you’d seem a bit out of place in the club wearing a long black jacket, semi-flattering jeans that had lost a lot of their black pigment and were starting to turn grey, and your trusty – but no longer waterproof – black boots.

You attempted to “spice it up” by adding some pretty bracelets that costed you significantly less than a pretty penny, a thin, classy necklace, and some makeup. You let yourself indulge and do a pretty red lip, but skipped heavy eye makeup and settled for dark liner and minimally mascara coated lashes. You set down the lipstick, taking a quick selca with and obnoxious, over-the-top wink and sent it to Yuta. He gave you a concise response, “Minimal effort, I see.”

You scoffed, knowing he was just being facetious, and laid back down on your bed. You checked the time; it was around 9:45pm. You had an hour and forty five minutes before you had to call a cab and make your way to MÜTE. Of course, given how fervently you had packed earlier, you had nothing left to find or bring. The key card was around your neck, the world around you was placid and uneventful… all you could do was lie earnestly in wait for the hours to pass.

Of course - with how oddly excited you were - the hours seemed to pass by horribly slow. You paced restlessly, highly anticipating what was to come. You had question… so very many of them. Refusing to forget them, you sat down at your desk and began to scribble messily on a piece of paper torn from one of your notebooks.

Where are you from? What are the black bloods like? What conditioner do you use? Permission or forgiveness? Fight or flight? Chocolate or hard candy?

You paused, your pen hesitating against the paper and making a slight splotch of ink before you stopped, not writing down the last question on your mind. Are you like me? You left the note out on your desk.

You checked the time again and groaned, 10:30pm.

“I wish life had a fast-forward button…” you pitched yourself onto bed sheets, face down. You laid there for a minute before screeching upon the realization that you were wearing red lipstick and the sheets were fucking snow white.

“Shit, fuck, shit, fuck, shit!” you cried, pulling the sheets off the bed and rushing them to your wash room. You blotted it with rubbing alcohol, rendering the fabric damp. A good bit had come out, but some was still in the fabric, making it pink. It was just a little stain, but still.  You’d either have to take it in for cleaning or get a new sheet. You groaned, bundling the thing up and throwing it into the washer with more detergent than what was necessary. You slammed the top shut and made your way back to your room, cursing when you saw your face in the mirror.

“Damnit,” you sighed, trying to fix the smeared lipstick. You decided it would be best if you just wiped it off entirely, applying a sheer chapstick with a slight tint, instead. You wiped away the stain it made on your cheek completely; the pigment thankful coming off your skin better than it came out of the sheets. You covered the spot with a bit of concealer just to be safe. You peeked at the time, realizing you were due to call a cab.

You grabbed your bag and left your room, dialing up the taxi service as you swung the bag over your shoulder and sat in your living room. Rubbing your hand on the textured fabric of the seat, you counted the minutes until your ride came. You looked up upon your living room filling with light, the headlights of the car reminding you of just haw dark it was in your apartment. You hummed, pushing yourself off the couch. The excitement you had felt earlier still thrummed through your body, but it was now much quieter.

This is for business, you thought, it’s not like we’re even acquaintances. That fact is unassailable.

You greeted the driver with a kind smile and told him where you were going. He laughed, “Going clubbing? You look a bit underdressed.”

You sighed, “Yeah… I’m going to be doing business, actually.”

“Huh,” he mused, glancing at your through the rearview mirror, “What business could you possibly have at a club?”

You laughed, “I ask myself that too.” You sat back in your seat, the car falling into a comfortable silence.  You fiddled with you ear, mindlessly tugging at the extremity. The car ride wasn’t too long, not being longer than 5 minutes. The club wasn’t horribly far, only about a fifteen minute walk from your apartment in Hannam-dong. You could’ve walked, but you didn’t like to be out in the streets at night. It scared you.

The car slowed down and stopped at the curb, the driver reaching out for his payment. You passed him what you owed, and promptly stepped out of the car and onto the hard sidewalk. You shivered as the car drove away, and promptly got closer to the building to building to stop some of the wind chill.

You had about twenty minutes before you had to meet Ten, so you spent the time on scouting the area. You peeked around the corners of MÜTE, spying down the long alleyways. The air was filled with the muffled sound of some recent dance hit, the bass making the ground shake just slightly. You walked around the place, turning around promptly when you turned the back right corner and almost bumped into a couple. You covered your eyes and tried to erase the image of the guy shoving his tongue down her throat, his hands on her exposed chest, and her hands on his junk.

You walked back along the side of the building you came from, heading back towards the front. Rounding the corner, you decided it best to go inside. It was getting quite cold, and your hands were freezing.

Standing in line, you gave the bouncer a glare as he looked you up and down, scrutinizing your appearance. His head was smooth as ice. You stuck out your tongue as you came to the front of the line and his frown deepened, “You’re not exactly dressed for a night in the club, girlie.”

You snorted, “And your head isn’t exactly suited to a night out in the freezing cold, baldy, but that’s not stopping you.”

“You little bitch-”

“Hey!” Someone across the street called out, walking confidently across the black pavement. His black hair glinted red under the neon club sign, giving him the look of a devil. His eyes shinned with the same crimson, bright and dangerous. He stood on the other side of the line - the one closer to the street - and jerked his chin at you, “I told you to meet me outside of the club, not in it.”

You raised a brow, not liking his arrogant attitude, “I could’ve sworn you-”

“Well, you swore wrong,” He huffed, lifting up the velvet rope that separated him from you and grabbed your hand. You made an awkward noise as he pulled you under the rope, stumbling a bit as you nearly caught the rope with your nose – you were doing the limbo, essentially. Ten laughed, but it was condescending, “You forget things a lot, don’t you?”

You frowned, digging your heals into the sidewalk, effectively stopping the two of you. You yanked your hand roughly out of his grasp, taking a step back, “Fuck off…” You muttered, rubbing your hand. He had a strong grip, stronger than you remembered.

You looked up, examining his hard expression. He had turned around, hands down at his side. The two of you were a good thirty feet away from the club and the tenants were looking at you, wanting to see if a fight was about to break out. Ten’s face gave nothing away, and he was dressed in significantly less clothes than you. It boggled your mind.

“You look really fucking cold,” you muttered, looking him up from head to toe. He was wearing a black dress shirt and black dress pants, paired with a pair of nice, sleek shoes.

“I’m really not,” he quipped, “I run warm blooded.”

You swallowed, shifting from foot to foot. You didn’t know how to behave around him; his tone made you nervous, scared, “Well, I’m fucking freezing, so…”


“And I think I’d be a good idea to go somewhere warm, such as-”

“I am not going into that club,” He leaned to the side, glancing around your figure, “And neither are you, judging by that bouncer’s face.”

You glanced over your shoulder, grimacing at the daunting look the angry, bald man was giving you. You sighed, “Yeah… I think your right with that one. So…” You bit you lip and turned your head promptly, smiling. It came out more as a wince, “Looks like were going someplace else.”

“Or we could stay here and get this over with?”

“Nah, I feel like making things complicated for you. You broke my window and I think you just broke my hand.”

“Oh, calm down. Your hand is fine.” He groaned.

You raised an eyebrow, flopping your hand flippantly in his face, “Is it? Is it really?” You cradled the extremity and cooed over it, “My hands are sensitive… And they are very, very upset that my living room window is broken.” You jiggled your hand in his face again, “Very upset.”

He looked skeptical, raising an eyebrow with wide eyes, “Okay…? Noted, your hands are sentient.”

“Damn straight,” you coughed, “Okay, fuck this. We’re going to my place.”


“You already know where I live, you creeper. It’s not like it’s anything you don’t know,” you scoffed, brushing past him. You were walking fast, determined to get home in less than ten minutes, “Shit, I could really go for some hot cocoa right now.”

Ten followed silently, deciding it best to follow your shivering, ranting figure. He caught up, walking beside you. He kept giving you weird looks.

“What? Is there something on my face?” You bundled up your jacket, crossing your arms in an effort to conserve warmth. The way you were walking was against the wind, chilling you to the bone.

Ten continued to stare, “No, you’re just…” he stopped, mouth opening and closing. He pursed his lips, “Nevermind.”

“You’re strange,” You muttered, jokingly bumping him with your hip. He stumbled, not expecting the friendly action. He looked startled before he gave a small laugh, smiling lightly.

“Right back at you.” He came back to his place beside you, his arm lightly brushing your side.

The rest of the walk passed in silence besides your puffing breath. He didn’t seem to break a sweat, but you felt like your lungs were freezing. The only sign of being cold he showed was the involuntary reddening of his nose and cheeks, which made his look significantly less brooding and dark. You excitedly ran up the steps to your apartment, which was conveniently on the first floor of the residence. Ten followed close behind you, watching you closely as you unlocked the door.

You stepped into the apartment, telling him to close the door behind himself and to hang up his coat. He chuckled, “I’m not wearing one, you know.”

You scoffed, taking off your shoes and settling them by the door. You took off your coat and threw it over him as he took off his own shoes, “Now you do,” you laughed, escaping to the kitchen. You called back to him as you opened a cabinet and took out a jar of cocoa mix, “Be a dear and hang it up for me, will you?”

You heard a snort, “Lazy ass!” He yelled, but his voice had no real bite to it. You smiled.

Looks like my impulsiveness helped, this time, you thought, pulling out two mugs from one of the higher cabinets. You set them on the counter and moved to fill up the conduction kettle with enough water to fill both mugs, turning on the sink. You danced slightly as you waited for it to fill to the point you wanted, trying to warm yourself up. You bobbed your head, jamming to your internal soundtrack.

Once it finished filling, you settled the glass object on the conduction plate and turned the thing on, turning around to lean against the counter. Your eyes sought out the raven haired man, your head still bobbing. He gave you another weird look, looking like he muttered something under his breath that looked vaguely like ‘okay, then.’

He was about to make a comment when you yelped upon hearing the kettle turn off, signaling that it was done, “Oh, hell yeah…” You whispered, grabbing the kettle and pouring an equal amount of water into both mugs. Getting out two spoons directly following, you scooped out some of the hot cocoa mix and stirred it into each cup. You left the spoons in, and handed one of the mugs to Ten. He didn’t reach out to take so you awkwardly set it on the counter, leaving him to stare down into the rich, brown liquid. He looked back up at you.

“Don’t worry, it’s not poisoned,” you joked, taking a small sip, “See?”

He nodded, eyes lingering on you for a moment before he grabbed his own mug and brought it to his lips. He choked, putting the mug down on the counter hastily, “What the fuck? What the hell was in that?”

“I put salt in yours,” you laughed, “Consider it petty payment for breaking my window.”

“Bitch…” he cursed, “I would like to remind you that you stabbed me.”

“So?” You took another sip of your un-salted hot cocoa, “I called the ambulance, which also happened to save that girl’s life. I have leverage over you, bitch. I would just like to remind you of that.”


He sighed, “Okay, you’ve had you revenge. Do you have the key card?”

“Yes,” you said, smiling over the rim of your mug, “but you’re not getting it yet.”

“You are a pain in the ass.”

“I take pride in that,” you slid him you hot cocoa, “Here, get the taste out of your mouth. I promise it’s not salted this time; I like my cocoa sweet.”

“Noted,” he said, bringing the cup to his lips as he leaned against the table with his elbows – on the opposite side as you. He took a sip, appreciating the taste, “…thanks.”

“No problem,” you muttered, starring at him. You recalled the list of questions you had earlier, “So, where are you from? I noticed you have an accent, but I could quite place what it was.”

He slid the mug back to you and answered as you took a sip, “Thailand, that’s why I go by Ten.”

“Ah, that explains it. The name, I mean,” you hummed and passed him the mug again, “What are the Black Bloods like?”

“I can’t really answer that,” he said, “But it’s good. We’re not as… tightly knit as you seem to be. Most of us are in it strictly for business.”

“What about the guy who got killed last week?” You asked voice quiet. You hoped you weren’t strumming a nerve, “What was he like?”



“Oh, him.” Ten sighed, “I never liked that guy. He used to always harass Yonai, no matter how much she rejected him. It was irritating.”

“Interesting…” You mused, taking the last sip of the hot chocolate, “What about-”

“How about I start asking you questions?” Ten straightened up, coming to his senses a bit as the night wore on. He was growing tired of you drilling him for info, “Where is the key card?”

You pouted and sat up, “You’re no fun. Here,” you grabbed the lanyard and pulled the key card out from under your shirt. You didn’t remove it from your neck, though, eyeing him suspiciously, “Where’s the payment?”

He pulled out a card and handed it to you, “Transfer 100,000 to your account. I’ll know if you take more, so don’t try me.”

“Alright,” you pushed off the counter, “Let me get my laptop.”

You ran back to your room and unplugged the electronic, holding it to your chest. You rushed back to the kitchen, telling Ten to sit with you in the living room. He did, crossing his legs as he sat down on a couch. You sat beside him, letting him watch as you transferred the money. Upon entering your password, you heard him sigh, “I still can’t believe your password is sucmydic…”

“It’s funny, though. Plus, no one has ever been able to guess it, so it’s quite effective.”

“… Alright.”

“Be honest, deep down you think it’s funny. Don’t deny it.” You jested, prodding him in the side. He frowned.

“You’re an enigma.”

“I’ll take that was a compliment.”

You finished the transaction and handed back his credit card. It was odd how he was using his own funds, but he probably did it to avoid suspicious. The Black Bloods would probably reimburse him, anyway, once he comes back with the key card, “Here,” you started to take of the lanyard, “Take it-”

The doorbell rang. You let the key card fall back down around your neck. Ten stiffened, “Who the fuck is that?” He whispered, “Was this a fucking set up? Oh, I cannot believe-!”

“Don’t believe it, then, because I swear to god this isn’t what you think.” You glanced through the peep hole of the door. It was Eunseong, “Shit…” you whispered, “You need to hide, now.”

“Hey, I didn’t come here to get screwed over. Give me the damn-”

“If you don’t hide now than we’ll both be screwed over so please shut the hell up and hide in a closet or something.”

He cursed, knowing he couldn’t leave without the key card, “Fine, but you need to pay me back for this. Take care of your boyfriend.”

“Sure, whatever, just…” You turned around and whisper shouted, “He’s not my boyfriend!”  It was too late, Ten was already out of earshot. You let out a frustrated, strangled noise. The doorbell rang again.

You put your hand on the knob and turned, taking a deep breath to try to calm yourself down.

Here goes nothing.

So, how was it? Good? Bad? Meh? Tell me bc that motivates me to plot for the next chapter (and to keep writing things that people enjoy and want to read).

Thank you so, so much for reading all of that. Bless u little angel. It’s time for me to sob over math homework now.