i wanna go there one day too

anonymous asked:

If you're still taking prompts how about Jon accidentally using his fear toxin on himself?

I’ll be taking prompts as long as ppl wanna send them lol

fair warning this isn’t really my best work but i tried ahhh sorry

(TW for body horror)


“Are you coming to bed?”

“Later,” Jonathan mutters, sticking a label crookedly on one of the gas canisters in his lab. “Busy.”

“Don’t work too hard,” Edward says, closing the door as he leaves.

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does anyone here have experience with psychiatrists,etc.?

I’ve been thinking… since someone, I consider my best friend online, who went to see a psychiatrist made me realize that I should go too, but the thing is, I don’t know what to expect.

I don’t know what all to tell them, how to word how I feel, and I don’t know what questions I should ask them. Specifically the first one or few times I see them. 

If anyone has any experience, what questions they asked, what they told, etc. on the first day or so… please share. Even if it’s just in a private message/anonymous/etc. 

I don’t wanna go in completely blind, I want to be able to know what to expect, what to bring, etc. I haven’t been officially diagnosed with anything but my main issue is my anxiety.

BED SHARING AUS

-I have constant nightmares and I’ve always had someone to cuddle with. Now, I realize we’re not on that level but you’re only one here and I’m really scared to go to sleep.

-You’re severely depressed these days and I’m too scared to leave you alone so yes this is the only solution please accept my hugs

-The heater broke and I’m freezing get over here

-Hey dude I read that cuddling helps you sleep better, you wanna try it out?

-The Classic™: The hotel only has a king sized bed, I guess we’re sharing.

-We fell asleep on the couch together on accident, how did my hand end up in your hair? Were you breathing on my neck?! (Why did I get tingly???????)

-You’re staying over, take my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch, yes i am yes i am yes i am yes i am no you’re not yes i am FINE WE’LL BOTH TAKE THE BED, happy!!??

-We’ve had this tradition as besties to have a sleepover once a year but this year….it feels different…were your pajamas always this cute??…did I always have butterflies???

Platonic fluff meme!

SENTENCE STARTERS

“I know you’ve been feeling down lately, so I thought I’d keep you company for a while.”
“Do you wanna talk about it or should we just snuggle?”
“Listen… I’m here for you.”
“Hey, guess who loves you? It’s me!”
“I love you more than I love [favourite thing].”
“I could hug you all day.”
“Nobody fucks with my friends. Except me. But that’s different.”
“Hey, I bought you something.”
“Hey, I made you something.”
“You did this for me? Thankyou!”
“You’re my friend, I’m not going to leave you.”
“I’m not just here for good days. I’m here for the bad ones, too.”
“They don’t like you because they don’t know you like I do.”
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it.”
“You’re my favourite person.”
“Have I ever told you how great you are?”
“Do you want to do something together? To take your mind off of it?”
“Look, even my parents love you. You’re amazing.”
“I’m freezing, hold me.”

4

Wanna One’s concept: Hyungs as Parent

+ and there’s a kid who needs dad’s attention…

my therapist asked me

Whats missing from your life?

I thought about this question for a long time after you asked me. And after days of racking my brain I still had not come up with an answer, that is until I was standing in line at Dunkin Donuts this morning waiting to order my coffee as I do nearly every morning. When there was an elderly couple in front of me, they were laughing with each other, and it made me smile. There I was being pessimistic because it was 7 in the morning and I was so overly tired and in a bad mood. But they were standing there as though there was no where in the world they would rather be. And I thought to myself I wonder what its been like, sharing a cup of coffee with the same person for that many years. And that’s when it dawned on me. I knew what was missing.
Love.
Seems like a pretty simple answer, huh? But I don’t necessarily mean love in the way youre probably thinking about it. I mean it in the simpliest of ways, in the “drive safely”, “text me when you make it home”, the “I hope youre doing okay”, or “have a good day”. I mean it in the sense of friendship, companionship, dependency, empathy, and affection. I mean love in every sense of the form. I mean It in the having someone to turn to on your darkets of days, or someone to share the brightest of ones with. I mean it in the singing in the passenger seat of your car kinda love, or the eat frozen yogurt and cry on your bad days.
But most importantly, the form of love I am missing, is self love. Many times I am so concerned with being there for others or trying to help everyone around me, bringing them up, that I forget about me too. i think that’s why i keep looking for people. because i’m looking for that love that’s missing from my life in someone else. and i keep being let down because no one is going to love me the way that i should love me. I wanna be so content within myself that I don’t look for these things in someone else anymore. I wanna sing in the car by myself, I wanna buy the elderly couples coffees and I wanna be okay knowing im going to drink mine by myself.

PULP FICTION 📖 [ACT 1] (DISCONTINUED)

PAIRING: steve harrington x reader, billy hargrove x reader

summary: nancy breaks up with steve and he is a bit of a mess when you find him. being the new girl in hawkins you try to befriend and keep nancy off his mind. it backfires and now you have him falling in love with you, as you fight off the urge to fall in love with him, too. [THIS IS AN AU!]

warnings: swearing, sexual situations, violence

a/n: quentin tarantino is my favorite director and i really love old movies. so here’s this. lot’s of music in here. also, nothing too major happens now. just two characters meet. this is possibly the maybe first time i have such an independant/strong reader

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MASTERLIST.

[ACT 2.]

music.

“Hey, sorry to bother you. I wouldn’t be if… if you didn’t look like you could use some company.”

Your statement is met with silence as the unfamiliar guy in front of you lifts his eyes up to stare at you in bewilderment. Late autumn wind blows past and ruins your neat hairdo. Your hand grips the strap of your purse; you note tears glisten in his deep brown eyes and decide to look away so he’d have enough time to collect himself. The guy sniffles, rubs his eyes before giving you a tight smile; He opens his mouth to possibly dismiss you, but you beat him to it, “There’s no shame in crying. If you’re sad, you’re sad, right? Nothing you can do about it.” He sighs, “May I sit?” You inquire. After a moment of consideration, he gives a curt nod. And so you do.

The park is mostly empty, only a few joggers here and there and some kid walking his dog. Hawkins in general seems to be a quiet, reserved town with nothing interesting ever happening. You suppose sports games are a big deal here, too. You wouldn’t know that of course. This is your first day here, after all, and so far the impression you managed to get from walking around a bit is not on par to what you are used to.

“So, what happened?” You ask, “You can tell me. You don’t know me. Talking to strangers is the easiest way to get things off your chest. Family and friends show too much interest if you ask me. They always…dig deep into everything. Try to smother you without telling the truth. Terribly afraid to hurt your feelings. I’m not like that. I know you’re technically supposed to start a conversation with small talk first, but small talk is bullshit. The deep shit is the one that you really wanna go for, you know? Because if you really wanna know someone you don’t care about ‘how’s your day been’. It’s pretty obvious how it has.” Somewhere along the line you had taken out a cigarette and lit it up with a sparkly metal lighter, “So, stranger. What got you this messed up?”

The guy – roughly your age, possibly same height but his own hair makes him appear a lot taller – hooks his hands together and looks down, “My girlfriend broke up with me.”

“Did you deserve it?”

“What?” He glances at you. You shrug.

What ain’t a reason I have ever heard of…” You take a puff, “So? Did you?”

His eyes glaze over and he looks away, again. He sighs, “Yeah…yeah I did.”

“You must’ve really liked her, then. But she did good to let you go.” Silence, “Did she find someone else?”

“Yeah.” He spits.

“Don’t get rowdy. The sooner you’ll realize that she isn’t yours to mourn over, the better.” You say casually, your eyes trailing a quite ironic scene – just down the path, a boy and a girl, no older than ten, meet up and shyly intertwine their fingers together, schoolbags still on their backs – and you smile, “Any details you wanna spare?”

“Who even are you?”

You give him a look, “Will you still want to talk after you know my name?”

He gives you a once over, tries to decipher the mildly amused, but attentive, expression on your face as you make another light shrug and bring the cigarette to your lips. Leg on leg, you tatter your foot in the air and let chilly wind carry strands of your daisy fresh perfume. You figure he’s racking his brain in search of you, a memory of a (colour) haired (colour) eyed girl with a red scarf around her neck. But he comes out empty, and in turn submits, and with another heavy sight he starts talking. He mentions names and places and people you have never heard of before, nor care that much about. But it obviously matters to him, so you listen and nod along, catching each and every word, each and every crack of his voice and give him the privacy to collect himself once he hits the crux of the situation – some Tina’s party, his girlfriend drunkenly telling him she doesn’t love him – as you look away and put out your cigarette. Once you look back he takes in a ragged breath of cold air, “…And that’s…that’s about it.”

“Rough.” You say.

He hums in agreement, “And you?” His voice is gravely but his eyes appear clearer. His shoulders relax and he runs his fingers through his hair, “Can’t be the only one living hell.”

“That you are not.” You agree, slowly coming to stand, “But I’ll have to save my heartache for another time.” You turn to him, “But let me give you a hint. Drunk driving. Brother troubles. Addiction to nicotine. All I can say without giving away too many spoilers.”

He cracks a shaky smile, “That’s not fair.”

You grin, “Life very rarely is.” And you turn to be on your merry way but he calls after you in a hushed voice. With a raised brow, you look at him, “Yes?”

“I didn’t catch your name.”

“It’s not a butterfly.” You state, amused, “Can’t be caught.”

He stands up, still seeming a bit flustered, “I’m Steve. Steve Harrington.”

“And I’m Lea…ving. Leaving. It was nice meeting you, Steve Steve Harrington. If you ever feel like being strangers again, you can find me at Jack Rabbits Slim, 8 o’clock sharp.”



He didn’t plan on seeking you out. It was instinct, mostly, that and curiosity and the strange look in your eye that he couldn’t shake off for the life of him. Your stare was intense, as if you tried to burn the image of yourself into his memory, that or read past his exterior and peer in what was boiling inside. Either way, it worked. He still can’t believe he managed to dish out how he feels to a complete stranger and didn’t even manage to catch her name! It takes talent to be that sly. In a way he respects that you somehow dodged his questions and appear completely honest while doing it, too. In a way he’s terrified of seeing you again, not sure what else you might figure out about him.

As he parks his car in the nearly empty parking lot, he promises himself to walk away first with all the answer, not the other way around. He turns the key and the headlights shut off. Night pools from outside and in a couple of quick motions he shuts the car’s door, breaths in chilly early November air. Lights stream from the diner as silhouettes shimmer about. His keys jiggle in his pocket as in quick strides he enters Jack Rabbits Slim, but not before checking his reflection in the window to make sure his hair is in messy perfection.

Dim yellow lights and the stench of grease and cigarette smoke greets him like an old friend and he quickly searches for you in any of the red booths. He sees you in the far corner, sitting alone and looking out the window with the shadows of the night casting a pale blue hue on your bored face. Music plays from the speakers but Steve can’t quite figure out is it a happy tune or not. He passes a few much older waitresses that give him a polite smile; he feels his nerves shoot up as the distance grows smaller and smaller until…he takes a seat across from you, and only then do you finally acknowledge him.

“Hello, Steve Steve Harrington.”

“Just Steve is fine.” He smiles at you, “Should I call you Lea Ving?”

You grin, “(Name) is fine.” A nameless waitress, with a sweet look on her face and a tray that seems much too heavy for her, sways to your booth and sets down a pink milkshake with whip-cream and a cherry on top. She lets you chose a straw color and you pick yellow, thank her, and she moves away before asking if Steve wants anything, to which he says that no, he doesn’t. “You sure?” You ask once she approaches another booth with a cheerful greeting, “It’s a damn good milkshake.” You say as your fingers carefully lift the plastic cherry from the snow white cream, “I don’t know if it’s worth 5 dollars, but…Damn good.”

He has to constantly remind himself not to fall for it. For a person that presumably hates small talk, you sure do a lot of it.

“I’m good.” He says, “I came here to find out more about you.” You hum, taking a shy sip of your drink, “I’ve never seen you around before so let me guess…You’re new? Starting school tomorrow, possibly?”

“Jackpot, Harrington.” You say, “This is my first day here. Hawkins isn’t much. No offence, I’m just used to…more action, let’s say that.”

“Where are you from?”

“Originally?” You blink, “Maine. A small town called Derry.” You smile into your drink and you swirl it, “You’ve probably never heard of it…I left for California when I was twelve.”

“And now you’re here.”

Clearly. Need proof? You can touch my hand, if you want. I promise it’s warm.” You glance warily at your milkshake, “Well, maybe a bit cooled now.”

“I’d rather you share something that’s not, how you say it, ‘bullshit’.”

“Ah…I can’t.” You hum. He frowns.

“Why not?”

You grin at him brilliantly, “We’re not strangers anymore. Now ‘bullshit’ is mandatory. But…” Your eyes travel up and away from him to look somewhere at the other end of the diner, “I’m willing to make an exception.” Your smile falls into a cocky smirk, “If you’re up for the challenge, that is.”

Intrigued, he lifts a brow, “And what would I have to do, exactly?” He asks whilst his fingers inch closer to your drink. Wordless, you slide it to him and he takes a sip.

“You a good dancer, Harrington?”


music.

Kicking off your shoes you stand barefoot on the sparkly dark blue tiles; you feel a chill slowly creep up your spine, but you still can’t help but smile at your newly made friend, Steve. He takes off his shoes, too. The diner hosts an award for the best twist – you had read so when you came in to scope the place out for possible part-time job opportunities – and you want that award. No particular reason. You just feel like dancing. Plus, despite not showing that much interest in Steve’s oh so tragic high school sweetheart heartbreak, you do feel for him in your own little way. And you think that some distractions are what he needs right now, more than anything. Sitting in a booth and chatting about this and that, or you pushing your very heavy problems onto him will do no one good. You can talk when you’re good friends. It is your firm belief that bodies connect better than words.

The same sweet waitress announces the start of the competition. Besides an elderly couple, you and Steve are the only ones who care and/or are bored enough to enter. And so the two of you go first, take your places in front of one another. The music blasts from the speakers and your heart jumps when he smiles stupidly at you.

You start with your right foot in a twist, your hands in front of you as you sway from one side to another to follow the rhythm. Steve does his own little thing – at first he appears to be a bit self-conscious as all eyes, despite how few, stare at the two of you intently – closing his eyes as if intently listening to the beats. But soon he gets out of his head. He relaxes, visibly, grins brilliantly at you as your eyes connect in sparks in dim mellow lights. Your moves become softer, more playful; he lets loose, before you know it there is completely no distance between the two of you as he grabs you by the hands and spins you. You can’t help but laugh; he lets you go and you tip-toe your way to the side, twist after twist you don’t dare to stop the momentum.

You rock your head. He does too. Soon the cool tiles, the happy stares, smell of grease, sweat, and perfume fade into the back of your mind as only you and he enjoy this moment. You needed a distraction just as much as he did. Dizzy from spinning, your hair flying, you clasp your hands into fists and pump them in the air, not once stopping your sway. Steve’s hand lands on your waist, the other catches your hand and you laugh as he attempts to show off some strange distorted waltz move he knows full well he’s failing.  A couple more steps and…Playfully he lowers you and the song ends.

You share quick hushed breaths; you are unable to look away from those pretty dazed eyes of his, nor ignore the way your heart hammers. But that may just be due to the jumping and running about just seconds prior. You smile at him. He returns it; applause flood the diner and he sets you upright. His hands linger on your for one more moment – they are very hot, you note – before he pries away from you to bow at the audience.


music.

You slam his car’s door shut, slump in the seat, and hug the reward as he starts the engine. Still flustered, your cheeks red and flaming, soft breaths falling from your lips like whispers, you give the diner one last gleeful look before you glance at Steve – his hair reminds you of a bird’s nest – as he starts the car. Gravel slushes beneath the tires as you drive away.

“Where should I let you off?” He asks you, running a hand through his hair.

“You know where the Hendersons live?” You inquire, finding a comfortable spot. He nearly swerves into a nearby trashcan, “So you do.” You say shakily.

“You a relative?” He asks.

“Cousin. They’re letting me stay for my little…expedition.” You say carefully. He gives you a look, “Fine. Okay, fine. I’m staying with them because my parents kicked me out. I got involved with the wrong crowd and you know how it is when you get involved with bad people. It always ends in shit. I expected this to end up shit, too.” You glance down at the award, “But so far it’s only mildly crappy.” You finish with a grin. “By the way, you know Dustin or Mr. H?”

He blinks, “Oh, uhm, Dustin…IBabysat him once or twice. On a…thing. He’s a good kid. Funny. And not kid funny, like actually funny.”

“I wouldn’t know.” You shrug, “Last I saw him he was still a little baby. I bet I won’t even recognise him now. Still haven’t seen him. Auntie said he was at school when I arrived.”

“–Well, anyway, do you need a ride to school tomorrow?” He changes subjects fairly quick, “I could…give you a lift, or something. And don’t say that rides are overrated. And don’t say ‘or something’, either!”

You laugh, “My my, Steve, you sure are getting to know me alright.” You turn in your seat so your body would face him, “Not strangers anymore…” You add quietly, “A ride would be much appreciated.”



part 2?


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I’ve never been good at expressing my feelings. I hate confrontation, and fear making someone, especially you, mad. You whisper in my ear every night, ‘I’m always here for you.’ I trust you, and that’s a big thing for me. It’s not easy though, to just say how I feel. I fall way too hard and fast. I love too easily. One day, you’ll be like the rest. One day you’ll realize, I’m not easy to love. I take my feelings I cannot express, and take it out on you. I get so frustrated with my mess of emotions and thoughts, I get upset by the smallest thing. It sets me off. I take you always being here for me for granted, because I say stuff you don’t wanna here. Fuck, I just want to express my feelings for you, and with you. I’m sorry it’s so hard. I’m sorry you’re going to get tired of it too.
—  One Day // MB

spaceless-sea  asked:

How are you? I hope well! Can you do a rfa+v and Saeran having to do seven minutes in heaven? Like honestly not even as drunk just sober. (Requests aren't open;-; but maybe later? Also I rlly love your blog like I'm most done with the masterlist^°^)

Author’s note: I hope you guys like this!!!! i’m still rusty ok it’s been awhile edit: I FORGOT V AGAIN someone please send in a request that says “add v” so I remember to edit him in here

Yoosung

  • “You wanna play cards? I brought them with me so we wouldn’t be bored!!”
  • Does he… Does he really not know what we’re supposed to be doing?
  • You looked down at Yoosung, who was already on sitting on the floor shuffling the deck
  • “Lemme guess… you’ve never played Seven minutes in Heaven.”
  • Yoosung paused for a second before shaking his head
  • You sat down next to him and smiled
  • He’s so cute…
  • “So what game do you wanna play, MC?”
  • But then again, this IS Seven minutes in heaven
  • “Strip Poker.”
  • Yoosung’s face turned bright red
  • “H-Huh? Strip?”
  • You smirked
  • “I’ll start.”
  • In one quick moment, your shirt was thrown across the room
  • “Okay, now you’re turn.”
  • Yoosung who had now achieved a new shade of red blatantly stared at your chest
  • “I-I… uhh, w-well-“
  • “SAY SOMETHING, YOU IDIOT!!!”
  • What the hell?
  • Yoosung looked behind you
  • “I think it came from the other side of the door.”
  • You stood up and opened the closet door, and in tumbled Zen and Jumin.
  • “So,” you crossed your arm and looked down at the two very guilty looking boys, “You wanna explain yourselves?”
  • The two of them began stuttering out excuses
  • “W-Well Yoosung’s never played before-“
  • “-I heard you were taking off your shirt-“
  • “-And I thought he might need guidance-“
  • “-So I wanted to hear the rest.”
  • You glared at them
  • “First, Jumin don’t be a perv, and second-“
  • “We were in the middle of something.”
  • You looked back at Yoosung, who had taken off his shirt
  • “And now that MC and I are even, I’d like to get back to the game.”
  • Despite the confidence behind Yoosung’s words, his face was as red as ever
  • You turned back around and smirked
  • “You heard the man!”
  • Jumin and Zen slowly got up, both mumbling curses under their breath.
  • You closed the door behind them
  • “Now, where were we?”
  • In the end the two of you ended up stripping to your underwear and then just playing go fish for the rest of the time

Zen

  • “W-What? I can’t be in a closet alone with MC!! How will I control myself?”
  • You walked over to the closet and gave Zen a smirk
  • “Who says you need to?”
  • 0.1 seconds later Zen was standing in the closet how the hell did he even get there so fast???
  • You closed the door and turned around
  • “So,” you clapped your hands together, “Show me what you got.”
  • Zen smirked
  • “You sure you can handle it?”
  • You raised an eyebrow, “I think you already know the answer to that.”
  • Zen smiled
  • “This is gonna be-“
  • Was all Zen could get out before hitting his head on the light
  • “Ohhh s-shittt…”
  • You rushed over to Zen, who was now bent over in pain
  • “Are you okay? Do you need ice? How bad does it hurt?”
  • Zen looked up at you with hazy eyes
  • “Slooowww down, youuu’reee talking wayyyy toooo fast!!!”
  • I’m not sure what’s more concerning… Zen’s slurred speech or the giant lump forming on his forehead.
  • “We need to get you out of here right-“
  • “NO! I want to give you… seven minutes…in…….”
  • THUD
  • “UHHHHHHH, GUYSOPENTHEDOORZENJUSTPASSEDOUT.”
  • “He did WHAT?”
  • Jaehee swung to door open, her eyes immediately traveling down to unconscious Zen
  • “What happened to his face? And why is the closet light busted??”
  • The rest of the RFA stood behind her, patiently awaiting your answer
  • “Well,” you looked down at Zen and smirked, “I guess he unleashed the beast a little too early.”

Jaehee

  • As soon as Jaehee closed the door she sunk down to the floor and sighed
  • “Finally… peace and quiet.”
  • You nodded, sitting down next to her
  • “Who the hell let Seven DJ anyways?”
  • Jaehee laughed, “I don’t know, but it was a horrible decision.”
  • It would’ve been fine if he just turned the damn the volume down…
  • You looked over at Jaehee, who was responding to an email on her phone
  • “Work’s got you pretty busy, huh?”
  • She gave you a sarcastic glare
  • “Doesn’t it always?”
  • The two of you began ranting about Jumin and the rest of the RFA
  • “I mean, does he think I’m just made out of cat toys? He can’t keep-“
  • “Wait… Jaehee?”
  • “Yeah?”
  • “I think our seven minutes are up… Did they forget about us?”
  • Jaehee checked her phone
  • “It’s been 12 minutes,” she looked back over at you and smiled, “so I think it’s safe to say they have.”
  • The two of you exchanged glances
  • It’s so nice in here…
  • “You wanna stay?”
  • Jaehee’s eyes lit up
  • “I thought you’d never ask!”
  • She set her phone down and yawned
  • “I think… I’ll take a nap.”
  • You reached up and turned the lights off
  • “Sounds good to me.”
  • You stared at the ceiling, waiting for the drowsiness to hit you
  • That was when you felt something warm slump on your shoulder
  • You looked over at Jaehee and she gave you a sleepy smile
  • “Do you mind if I use you as a pillow?”
  • Be still my heart.
  • “Y-Yeah!”
  • Jaehee closed her eyes, and within the next five minutes, she was asleep
  • The next morning Seven found both of you sleeping in his closet
  • And yes he was naked 
  • And yes he screamed
  • And yes you and Jaehee both screamed back
  • But it was still the best seven minutes in heaven you’ve ever played even if it wasn’t just seven minutes

Jumin

  • As SOON as the door closed he had you pinned up against the wall
  • “W-Woah, slow down there bud.”
  • Jumin closed his eyes and sighed, letting go of the grip he had on your hips
  • “Sorry,” he backed up and ran his hands through his hair
  • You practically feel him holding himself back
  • “Why are you so worked up??”
  • Jumin leaned back on the wall opposite of you
  • “It’s just, while we were out there, Zen kept… flirting with you.”
  • His nose crinkled when he said the word flirting, as if it were a disgusting word
  • “I know secretly dating is hard, but I really think its best.”
  • You looked up at him, “Especially with everything happening with your company…”
  • Jumin nodded, taking a step toward you
  • “I suppose I can’t blame Zen. You do look ravishing tonight,” Jumin smirked
  • You smiled back at him, giving him a small twirl
  • “Thank you, my boyfriend helped me pick this out.”
  • “I must say, your boyfriend has great taste. I bet he’s handsome, too.”
  • “Oh yes, extremely.”
  • “FIVE MINUTES LEFT YOU TWO LOVEBIRDS!!”
  • Seven’s yelling interrupted your conversation
  • “Hmm,” Jumin looked at you, “Do you think five minutes in enough?”
  • You pushed yourself off of the wall and grabbed Jumin by the tie
  • “Won’t know unless we try.”
  • And as it turns out, five minutes was more than enough time to… scroll through Jumin’s pictures of Elly

Saeran

  • “So.”
  • “Yup.”
  • “This is fun.”
  • “Really fun.”
  • For the first two minutes, those were the only words exchanged between you and Saeran
  • I have to do something to break this silence.
  • You cleared your throat
  • “Uhh… so how are you?”
  • SERIOUSLY??? Is that the best I could come up with?
  • “I’m fine.”
  • “…Cool.”
  • You looked down at your feet
  • I’m good too, thanks for asking.
  • this poor child doesn’t know how to socialize have mercy on him
  • When you looked back up at him, his eyes quickly darted away
  • Was he staring at me?
  • A light blush crossed his face
  • That’s… kinda cute.
  • You bit your lip
  • Well, this is seven minutes in heaven
  • Before your brain could tell you otherwise, you leaned forward and lightly pressed your lips against his
  • After getting over the initial shock that someone was actually kissing him Saeran grabbed your chin and deepened the kiss
  • When you pulled away, both of you were out of breath
  • You leaned back against the wall
  • “…So.”
  • “Yup.”
  • “That was fun.”
  • Really fun.”
  • Seven swung the door open
  • “TIME’S UP!!!”
  • You looked at Saeran and smirked
  • “Let’s do this again sometime.”
  • Saeran followed you out the door and grabbed your wrist
  • He pulled you back and lowered his voice so the other’s couldn’t here
  • “Name the place and I’ll be there.”
  • Oh, this was going to be f u n.

Seven

  • “♪♫YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, MC AND SEVEN IN HEAVEN FOR SEVEN♪♫”
  • You looked back the rest of the group
  • “Please help me.”
  • Jaehee gave you a pitying look and Zen saluted you “in honor of his fallen comrade”
  • Before you could anyone else’s reaction, Seven grabbed your hand and pulled you into the closet
  • “Your closet is a lot smaller than I thought it would be.”
  • Seven let go of your hand and laughed
  • “You do know I wear almost the same thing every day, right?”
  • You reached out to feel one of his shirts
  • “This one is my favorite.”
  • You pointed to the shirt Yoosung had gotten Seven for his birthday
  • It had a picture of the RFA on the front and the word “family” in Arabic on the back
  • “Mine too.”
  • Seven stepped closer to you
  • “You wanna see why I was so excited to get you in here?”
  • You felt your face heat up
  • “W-Well, I mean-“
  • “SAERAN TURN OFF THE LIGHTS!”
  • “What?”
  • As soon as the lights went off, Seven turned you around so you were facing the door
  • He wrapped his arms around you, giving you a tight hug from behind
  • “Look up.”
  • You tilted your head to look up at the ceiling
  • “Oh my…”
  • Glow-in-the-dark stars were scattered all over the top of the closest, turning the dull ceiling into a tiny galaxy
  • “It’s beautiful.”
  • Seven buried his face in the crook of your neck
  • “So are you.”
  • And that’s when it hit you
  • You were literally in heaven in with Seven
  • “Thank you.”
Day One Hundred and Two

-As I passed by the guest services desk, I noticed that something felt strange. Upon further inspection, I saw a Storm Trooper, standing four feet tall, sporting bunny ears, reaching out to offer a stack of REDcard brochures to anyone who passed by. I understood instantly why this set off a red flag for me. Easter is over a month away. This is too early for bunny ears, by any means.

-A woman demanded that her husband remove their son from the store as the son had taken to looking at the models in the swim suit advertisements. I understand her concern. Four year-olds are notorious scoundrels and womanizers and must be stopped before they go too far.

-As I was folding clothing at the fitting room, a girl stepped out from behind a wall. She performed a brief dance and sang, “I wanna go home!” She then stepped back behind the wall, presumably to her home, never to be seen again.

-I heard the voice of a girl chanting, “Aww yeah,” from within a dressing room for an extended period of time. I hope one day to have her enthusiasm for life, as she was clearly living it to the fullest.

-A woman asked me whether an item being on clearance meant that it was maternity wear. I am positively delighted to finally be asked a question which I know the answer to.

-Despite being little more than a passerby in a red shirt, I got roped into working electronics for five minutes. Thankfully, my extensive zero minutes of training in the department came in very handy.

-A man walked through the shoe section. I know this to be true, as he was whispering to himself, “I am a man,” throughout his entire journey.

☆ HAPPY KUROKEN DAY: JANUARY 5TH 2018!! ☆

A dedicated gift to my friend Sy, aka @shions-heart, whose stories have touched my heart and soul and have helped me cope with the most stressful of days. The artwork is inspired by 3 of my favourite KuroKen fanfics she wrote with so much love and understanding for this ship. From one KuroKen Lover to another!!

I’m linking the stories below. Go read them and shower her with praises and love and kudos! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

Run to Me

Ships Passing

I Wanna Be Close to You

♥ Happy KuroKen Day!! ♥

Imagine...Sexting Dean

Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: implied smut/kinda smut

A/N: Italicized are Dean texts, bold are readers…


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Soulmates can communicate through thoughts AU
  • ‘Oreos are in aisle 5. Wait. Are we in the same store?’ AU
  • ‘The answer to Question 4 is 26, please stop thinking so hard about it,  I had that exam paper too’ AU
  • ‘Hi I’m your neighbour and I can help you with that recipe you’ve just been confused about if you’d like’ AU
  • ‘Stop worrying about the test, I’ve learned more from you studying than I have all semester’ AU
  • ‘I know we haven’t talked before but you’re upset about something someone said and I want you to know they’re a piece of shit for saying that, don’t let it get to you’ AU
  • ‘Why are you thinking about frogs in space at 4am? I’m trying to sleep and now I’m thinking about frogs in space suits too’ AU
  • ‘Soulmates start to hear one another’s thoughts on their 18th birthdays so happy birthday! I guess’ AU
  • ‘You keep thinking about how much you want to hurt yourself and I really don’t want you to go down the path I did, it’ll get better, I promise’ AU
  • ‘You should just go ask them out, you’ve been thinking about them all day every day for months and it’s driving me nuts’ AU
  • ‘Hey soulmate, whoever you are?. I’m bored waiting for class/a bus/train, wanna chat?’ AU
  • ‘I don’t know why I’m helping you break into a house but their safe is under the left bedside table and the code is 1982. You’re welcome’ AU
  • ‘You’ve been studying for 16 hours without a break, please go get some food or something, I’m concerned about you’ AU
  • ‘You’re in the next movie theater watching the movie that’s about to start in mine and I swear to God if you spoil anything I’ll find out who you are and strangle you’ AU
54 Writing Prompts.

1. “It wouldn’t be the first time you broke a promise.”
2. “You know how I feel about birthdays.”
3. “You can’t ask me to do that.”
4. “Oh, you scared me!”
5. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”
6. “You really… That’s not exactly meant to be eaten.”
7. “This is my favorite song!”
8. “You’re so drunk.”
9. “It doesn’t matter, I’m not leaving you.”
10. “It’s just that… Well, my favorite character just died.”
11. “Don’t be stupid.”
12. “Of course I love you.”
13. “Don’t you ever do that again!”
14. “Have you ever thought about… like… us?”
15. “If we die, I’m going to kill you.”
16. “I can’t believe you’d do something like this!”
17. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
18. “You’re my favorite muse.”
19. “Don’t worry about it, I got it.”
20. “I promise, it’s just this once.”
21. “You owe me.”
22. “What, you scared I’ll kick your ass again?”
23. “Is that my shirt?”
24. “Wanna go for a drive?”
25. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”
26. “Fancy meeting you here.”
27. “You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, do you?”
28. “Well, this is awkward.”
29. “Give it back!”
30. “Do you think you could just please go one day without pissing me off?”
31. “Why are you crying?”
32. “Just this once, okay?”
33. “You’re really soft.”
34. “Is it possible to love too much?”
35. “I will always be there protect you.”
36. “The stars look especially lovely tonight.”
37. “May I have this dance?”
38. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
39. “All I want is you.”
40. “You look incredible in that.”
41. “Sometimes I just can’t control myself when around you.”
42. “Do you believe in love at first sight?”
43. “I think I’m in love.”
44. “I’d like it if you stayed.
45. "I have never felt this way about anyone.”
46. “Can I kiss you?”
47. “I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks.”
48. “My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on”
49. “I’m really drunk, please help me.”
50. “This is probably a bad time, but marry me?”
51. “We’ve become the clingy newlyweds you always complained about. ”
52. “I think you might be pregnant.”
53. "Shh… I’m sleeping.”
54. “Why wasn’t I invited to your wedding?”

Painkiller

Sirius Black x Reader

Part 2

Originally posted by nellaey

„Slow down, please!” Lily’s voice echoed in the corridors as she tried to grabbed your arm. You felt dizzy, although the potion brought a relaxing feeling over your entire body. Lily stopped you in front of the Great Hall and cupped your face. „Look, are you sure you are okay?”

„I feel wonderful.” – you whispered a same tone as her before you pecked her forehead. She laughed at you as you stepped into the hall, heading to the Gryffindor table to your friends.

„Good morning to my favourite boys!” – you shrieked, kissing the boys on their cheeks. Remus smiled but frowned, Peter flushed, Sirius kissed you back, James grinned like a kid.

„Evans, what have you done to her?” Sirius asked with an amused face. Lily played with his hair; her eyes avoiding the boys’ face.

„Well, you know… she had this horrible headache, so I made her a potion… don’t look at me like this, I made it a thousand times before! But I probably added a little bit more bitterroot than I should… BY ACCIDENT, of course!”

„So, technically, you drugged her.” – James said, trying to suppress his laugh as you placed a lots of toasts in your plate before started to build a house from them.

„No, I didn’t!” She protest, and looked at you with a big sigh. „I should take her to the Hospital Wing. She can’t go to the classes like this.”

„Are you really want to deprive us from this? Look at her, she’s so cute, I wanna watch her all day.” You snapped your head up at Sirius words with a long „Ooooooh” and made your way to him. Sitting down next to him, you embraced his neck with one hand and murmured with a mellifluous tone, inches from his face. „YOU are the cute one, you know? So cute.”

„Well, if you insist…” He looked like a five year old kid on Christmas morning and you were his present. Lily jumped up. „Okay, I really take her to Madam Pomfrey.”

„NO!” – you yelled, standing up too. „I have to go to Magical of Care Creature. Magical for… Creature… so, you know. That.”

„Calm down Evans, we’ll take care of her. She’s just all funny, she’ll do no harm.”

Lily sighed again. „Alright, alright… But don’t do anything stupid with her!”

„What are you talking about? We would never do anything stupid.” James smiled, taking Lily’s hand.


Ten minutes later you were sitting on the grass between James and Sirius with a bowtruckle in your left hand, a quill on your right, and a parchment on your lap. As the time passed, you weren’t so exhilarated anymore, but you felt yourself groggy, so sometimes you just leaned to either James’ or Sirius’ shoulder, earning an even bigger sigh from Lily than earlier. „We really should’ve taken her to the Hospital Wing…” – she repeated.

„Lily, I’m fine!” – you assured, showing your drawing to her. „See?”

„That’s… a unicorn. We have to draw… where is your bowtruckel?!” She shrieked, but James lifted up his hand with two creature.

„Right there, my love.”

Lily shook her head with a smile and continued his work before you spoke up.

„James, wanna know a secret?”

„Y/N, for your own good, I suggest you to SHUT. UP.”

„Shhh.” James leaned closer to you, grinning. „Tell me.”

You giggled before you whispered so quietly in his ear, it was a miracle that even he could hear. „I’m in love with Sirius.”

He let out a girly scream, still grinning. „What did she said?” Sirius asked, leaning closer to you and James.

„Sorry Padfoot, I won’t tell my friend’s secret.”

He huffed, looking at you next. „Then you tell me, Y/N.”

You reached out and ruffled up his hair. „I can’t.”

„Keeping secrets from me and touching my hair? You playing a dangerous game, darlin’.”

A small chuckle left your mouth before you rested your head against his shoulder. „I know you secretly love it.”

What was his answer, you haven’t heard, since you fell asleep. But only for a few seconds, until you felt two big hands around your lower back, keeping you steady. „Easy there. Hey. Are you alright?” Sirius asked with a concern in his voice, lifting your chin up so your eyes could met. With a sleepy blink, you just nodded.

„I think she really should go to the Hospital Wing.” This time it was Remus, but now all of them agreed with him.

„No, no I’m okay, we still have classes.”

Sirius lifted you up from the ground and cupped your cheeks. „I’ll go with you to your dorm so you can sleep. Don’t worry about the classes, one day skipping is not the end of the world. Can you do that for me?” He stroked your cheeks with his thumb; his gaze burned into yours.

„Mhm. Okay.”

He told the professor you feeling ill, so he should escort you up to the Hospital Wing. Of course you didn’t go there but your dorm where he helped you to get into bed and threw a blanket over you.

„Need anything else?” – he asked, sitting next to you on the bed, stroking your upper arm.

„Stay with me, please?”

„Encouraging me to skip my classes?” – he said with a cocked eyebrow.

„Like it’s big deal for you.” He laughed. „Please. I want cuddles.” With an innocent smile, you batted your eyelashes at him.

His eyes widened. „You want me to cuddle with you?”

„Pretty please?”

„How could I say no?” – he sighed with a smirk as he crawled next to you, arms wrapped around you from behind with legs interwined. His warm body pressed to yours, his calming scent made you relaxed and sleepy again.

„You’re so comfy.”

„Am I?” – he mumbled; his hot breath tickled your skin as he buried his face into your neck.

„Mhm. So soft. Like a puppy.”

He laughed loudly and kissed your cheek. „Funny mood, aren’t we?”

You turned around, a hand pressed against his chest, an other cupped his cheek. He smiled at you kindly whilst rubbed your back, and you slowly leaned on, placing an open mouthed kiss on his soft lips. His hand stopped from the surprise, but kissed you back almost immediately. After you pulled back, you rested your head on the crook if his neck, with a smile on your face, ready to fell asleep.

„What was that?”

„I think you can recognize a kiss, Pads?”

You could felt his smirk against your forehead as he started to rubbing your back again gently. “S’all right. Sleep now, my silly girl.”


Masterlist

SINGLE DAD LANCE WORKING HARD AND TAKING CARE OF HIS DAUGHTER! SINGLE DAD LANCE BEING THE BEST DAD HE CAN POSSIBLY BE WITH THE MOTHER ABSENT!! LANCE’S DAUGHTER ONE DAY SEEING SHIRO WHILE SHE AND LANCE ARE OUT SHOPPING AND JUST WANDERING OFF AND GRABBING SHIRO’S HAND AND DRAGGING HIM TO LANCE LIKE !! “I WANNA BUY THIS” AND LANCE GOING “BABY ME TOO” AND SHIRO IS ALL BLUSHY AND CUTE ABOUT IT AND HE AND LANCE KEEP TALKING!! LANCE AND SHIRO FALLING IN LOVE AND LANCE’S LITTLE DAUGHTER LOVING HAVING TWO DADS!!!! ! ! ! !

dearestmarionette  asked:

i wanna request that HC with Mc almost leaving s/o (the one in your masterpost)

Yoosung


Jaehee

  • Jaehee was working herself too hard
  • She hadn’t taken a break since they’d opened the café
  • MC manages to convince Jaehee to take a day off with her and close cafe early so that they can go see Zen’s musical together
  • However, a few days before their evening out, Jaehee books a private event at the cafe when the play is supposed to start
  • They argue about it because Jaehee thinks it will be a great chance to promote the cafe, but MC says Jaehee promised and needs some time away from work
  • In the end, they just pout at each other and don’t speak for a little while
  • MC goes to the musical alone and no, she’s not being stubborn, Jaehee is!
  • After the play, Zen asks MC to come backstage so she can ask about Jaehee, but MC explains everything that happened
  • Zen agrees to go with her to the cafe to talk to Jaehee during the private event, as he wants to see her as well (he likes hanging out with the two of them)
  • When they arrive, the party is in full swing, someone tries to force them out because “it’s a private event”, but before MC can state she’s a co-owner, a guest recognizes Zen and says they’re with her
  • MC goes to find Jaehee and sees her being kissed by another woman
  • Granted, it’s on the cheek, but it took forever for Jaehee to get comfortable with PDA from MC
  • So MC turns around and walks out to go home and cry
  • The next day, MC proposes they break up before the cafe opens and anyone else is there, even saying she found all the documents online to give/sell her half of the cafe to Jaehee
  • Jaehee is very quick to stop this line of thinking and the two of them have a long, serious talk about all their problems
  • Jaehee ends up agreeing to take one day off a month to go on a date with MC, but only if MC will help her rake in more customers with events and such

Zen

  • It’s their one year anniversary of being married
  • In months leading up to it, Zen made a bigger deal of it than she did
  • Not to mention, Valentine’s Day and Christmas were his favorite holiday and he’d gone all out for those every single time
  • And not only does Zen forget
  • But he goes out drinking after work with a few cast mates
  • He even makes a post inviting fans to come hang out with them
  • He’s posting things on his FB page, twitter and Instagram the whole time
  • MC had made a nice dinner to surprise him when he got home, but when she saw his social media, she goes on the Messenger and cries
  • She ends up packing a bag and is getting into a cab to go Jaehee’s place for a little while (she was sweet enough to offer her couch if MC needed some time away)
  • Zen comes home right about then, a little too drunk, and asks where she’s going
  • “Check the Messenger.” Is all she says before she slams the door
  • Zen goes inside and sees and…. fuck. Fuck. FUCK!!!
  • How could he have been such a jerk!!
  • He sees the beautiful meal she made, the remnants of candles, and so on, and he’s fucked up, royally
  • When he gets a notification that MC is online, he jumps on, interrupting a conversation between her and Jumin about the furball
  • Immediately, she logs off
  • In the morning, he goes to work, he does what he has to, then he goes to Jaehee’s.
  • Jaehee lets him in because she wants him to apologize to MC (who had been crying a lot because of him)
  • He swears it’ll never happen again
  • He begs forgiveness
  • He even promises to give her a whole day, just for her, if only she’ll come home
  • She agrees, but only just barely, and even then, she refuses to share the bed with him
  • Zen immediately calls his director, claims to be sick and says he needs a day off
  • He sleeps on the floor next to the couch because he refuses to be away from her until she forgives him
  • He takes her on a long, romantic date, treats her like more than a princess, when people ask what the occasion is, he tells the truth; he forgot their first anniversary and is making it up to her
  • They first shame him, then they give him advice or free stuff to help (or they just give it to her with a sad, “oh honey, I’m so sorry he forgot.”)
  • Halfway through the day, she says that being mad at him is exhausting and she just want to go home and take a nap
  • He refuses because he promised her a day and now he plans to make it a day
  • When they’re stoped in the park by some of his fans, he excuses himself from them, politely stating he’s on a date with his wife
  • The girls “awwwww” because it’s super cute how enamored with her he is
  • By the time they get home, she’s exhausted and can’t believe he packed so much into one day
  • But it doesn’t end there
  • He draws her up a bubble bath (and joins her after setting something up)
  • And when they get out, he has candles lit in their bedroom
  • Love making ensues
  • The morning, she aches in all the right ways, and is surprised when Zen drags her back into bed when she tries to get up to eat, and whispers that because he had so much fun yesterday, he called out sick today too
  • But this time, he plans on them staying home all day ;)

Jumin

  • One of Jumin’s high society “friends” says that MC is “kind of plain” and “surprisingly uncultured” and “clumsy”
  • To Jumin’s face
  • MC knows she can be clumsy, but it genuinely wasn’t her fault she bumped into that guy and spilled her drink on him
  • Hell, she’s heard comments like this before, and she’s honestly not even really bothered by them
  • Until Jumin agrees with him
  • She walks out of the party without saying a word, is driven back to the pent house and packs up her things
  • Anything Jumin has bought her with his money, she throws in the garbage
  • She ends up with a surprisingly small backpack from her high school days
  • She writes a note, “Since I’m so uncultured, I didn’t know the proper protocol for this, so I’m sorry if it’s not to your tastes. But I am leaving. I won’t tell you where I’m going. Hopefully the absence of my plain face won’t bother you.”
  • To her surprise, Elizabeth blocks her way and won’t let her leave the penthouse
  • She manages to get past Elizabeth eventually, but by then she has 10 missed calls from Jumin, 1-5 from the other RFA members, and bumps into Jumin in the lobby on her way out
  • He’s so relieved she’s okay, but MC fibs to him and says her mother is in the hospital and she needs to go visit right away, and she wants to go alone
  • He allows this because he knows how stubborn and independent she can be
  • When she’s in the car, she reads the messages, finds out that Jumin noticed her absence near-immediately and went looking for her
  • When he couldn’t find her, he panicked
  • He and the RFA all assumed that she had been kidnapped
  • She ends up actually just going to her mothers, and once Driver Kim has left, she goes to a hotel to stay the night
  • As soon as she’s checked in, she gets a call from Jumin demanding to know where she is. He refuses to lose her.
  • “Maybe next time, pick someone better suited to you,” she says. “Some one beautiful and graceful and refined. Like maybe Sarah.” Then she hangs up.
  • He calls her all through the night, although she shut her phone off pretty quickly
  • In the morning, she listens to his messages as he gets increasingly more desperate, even breaking down into tears at some point
  • After breakfast is delivered to her room, she gets a call from 707, who starts speaking so frantically, she can’t understand him
  • What he boils it down to is, “Thank god you turned on your phone, Jumin paid me a lot of money to track you down, and I can’t fail him. I have to fill up my babies with premium~”
  • This whole conversation happens while she’s eating
  • Then there’s a knock on the door as she finishes her food
  • With a piece of toast hanging out of her mouth and 707 still on the phone in her hand, she answers the door to three security guards and Jumin
  • The toast falls out of her mouth
  • Jumin forces himself inside the room, shuts the door, and grabs her phone
  • “Thank you, Luciel, the money will be wired to you by the end of the day.”
  • Jumin then hangs up and throws the phone across the room
  • He then grabs MC and kisses her
  • When he pulls away, she sees how bedraggled he looks. He’s still wearing the same suit form the night before, it’s wrinkled and his hair is a mess
  • He begs her never to leave him again
  • He apologizes a million times, telling her she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever met and that he was barely even paying attention to what that man said, he didn’t even realize until it was too late
  • He loves her too much to lose her
  • MC ends up realizing she hurt him just as much as he hurt her and apologizes for leaving like that, for saying the things she did, it was unfair
  • After holding each other for a little while, Jumin declares he’s going to take a day off of work, and they are going to stay in this hotel room until the next day
  • MC just rolls her eyes at this, but sure, fine, whatever

Saeyoung

  • He’d been acting… distant
  • Of course, part of it was because he was keeping an eye on Saeran, who was having a really bad stream of episodes
  • More than once, Saeran had lashed out at one or both of them
  • It didn’t help that Saeyoung was trying really hard to get out of the spy life and was doing his best to keep hackers away from them
  • MC did the best she could not to be a burden on him since he had so much on his plate
  • If MC was around, she’d help around the house by cleaning, making decent meals for the brothers, making sure they at least tried to eat, and so on
  • One day, however, Saeyoung snaps at MC that he’s fine, he doesn’t need her to put on a show and he just needs her to leave
  • When she comes back a few hours later with food and note with a joke on it, he’s still frustrated and says he told her to get out
  • So MC says goodbye to Saeran and goes home
  • She stops texting him good morning and good night at this point
  • At first, he just assumes she forgot, no big deal, that or she’s mad at him
  • Goes on for three days, then he realizes he’s hungry and Saeran almost sets fire to the kitchen trying to cook with some of the ingredients MC bought and left behind
  • Saeyoung cooks, but its not as good
  • He goes to check on MC at her apartment, only to find all the cameras are taped over, so he has to go in person
  • When he gets there, MC refuses to open the door
  • When Saeyoung asks why, she informs him that, she’s been trying her best to take care of him and Saeran, but Saeyoung continues to push her away
  • After everything they’ve been through, and he’s still pushing her away
  • Saeran really isn’t the best company, either, but she doesn’t blame him for that
  • When Saeyoung told her he didn’t need her, that he didn’t want her, MC decided that, if that’s what he thought would make him happy, she’d listen
  • He doesn’t need to see her again
  • Guess who’s begging for forgiveness through her apartment door?
  • Saeyoung just starts apologizing uncontrollably, saying he didn’t mean it, he loves her, needs her, Saeran needs her totally doesn’t almost ruin the apology by saying that they really need her to cook because Saeran can’t, and he’s not very good
  • Eventually MC lets him in and they hug and kiss and make up
  • MC also starts teaching Saeran to cook so there aren’t anymore… incidents
  • soon Saeran is a better cook than she is, but he doesn’t let Saeyoung have any when he “acts weird” and more often than not, if he goes to deliver food to his brother, he dumps the plate on the table in such a way that some of the food usually goes flying