i would have this as a shirt any day

clothes of the majors I’ve met

English: stylish enough, glasses, won’t look me in the eye when I wear crocs, lots of things on their keychains

Computer science: the hoody-jeans squad, did CS so they would never have to wear a suit

philosophy: tank-tops, no shoes, pajama bottoms

art students: either rocking that depression sweater or making some sort of statement I missed

Psychology: leggings or sweatpants, pastels, long hair and messy top-knots

engineering: same as CS, bags under their eyes, lot’s of pins

International relations: mostly H&M and going hard for some unknown European flavor

archeology/anthro: beads & warm colors, always give me the vibe they would rather be covered in dirt right now

law school: forced into suits when required, otherwise have 2 day old makeup on or 7 o’clock beard shadow

teaching/nursing: look more comfortable than me, practical shoes

aerospace: how do all of you own the same einstein shirt?

history/humanities: left any sense of fashion in the 18th century, baseball caps, forget to wear socks with their shoes

business school:

Common errors made by Korean learners

Of course, nobody is perfect and mistakes are bound to happen. However, some errors seem to crop up very commonly when looking at or listening to sentences formed by non-native speakers. Let’s check out some of the most common errors!


되다’s spelling

Going to start heavy with something that even native speakers commonly get wrong. Depending on what follows the root 되, sometimes it remains as 되 and other times it changes to 돼. It’s pronounced the same either way, so spelling errors with this are super common. However, knowing which spelling to use is actually super easy. If the root 되 is followed by a consonant, it doesn’t change. If it is followed by a conjugation starting with 어, it becomes 돼. Let’s look at some examples:

  • 되다 + -겠 (consonant-starting) +어요(or other form of your choosing) = 되겠어요
  • 되다 + -ㅂ니다(consonant-starting) = 됩니다
  • 되다 + -아/어요 = 돼요
  • 되다 + -았/었어요 = 됐어요

NOTE: You might sometimes see 되다 conjugated as 되어요, 되었어요, etc. This is very much a written form, and you won’t hear conjugated 되다 spoken in this manner.


-에요? -이에요? -예요? Conjugating 이다

This is another common error, even among native speakers. Misspelling or misusing the conjugations of this verb is very easy to do because they ultimately sound pretty much the same when spoken. Let’s take a look at them.

  • -에요: This is not a valid conjugation of 이다. It’s just wrong.
  • -이에요: This conjugation is used when the noun to which it is attached—please, no spaces between the noun and 이다, ever!—ends with a consonant. For example:
    • 가방 + 이다 +아/어요 = 가방이에요
    • 집 + 이다 + 아/어요 = 집이에요
  • -예요: This conjugation is used when the noun to which it is attached ends with a vowel. For example:
    • 학교 + 이다 + 아/어요 = 학교예요
    • 문제 + 이다 + 아/어요 = 문제예요

While we’re at it, let’s look at 이다’s past tense -요 conjugations too:

  • consonant-ending noun + 이다 (past tense) = -이었어요
    • 가방이었어요
    • 집이었어요
  • vowel-ending noun + 이다 (past tense) = -였어요
    • 학교였어요
    • 문제였어요


있다가 vs 이따가

They’re pronounced the same, but they’re nothing alike in meaning! 있다가 is the verb 있다 with the connector -다가 on it. I don’t want to get too much into -다가 right now (I’ll do another grammar post on that later!), but for now we can say that 있다가 indicates that something existed or was in a certain state when something else happened at the same time. On the other hand, 이따가 is an adverb which means “later.” Simple, right? This leads into the next common mistake, which is…


이따(가) vs 나중(에)

One of my friends used to get so irate at me when I used these incorrectly! Thanks to him, I’ll never misuse them again >.> Both of these words can be translated as “later,” but the time periods they cover differ. 

이따(가) is a near “later,” like within the same day. So, suppose you’re on the phone with your friend in the morning making plans to meet in the afternoon. You can finish up your conversation by saying, “이따 봐!” Or maybe you’re promising you’re mother that you’ll finish up some housework after you meet your friend. You can tell her, “좀 이따 해 줄게요.”

나중(에) is a later “later.” You met up with your friend, and when it came time to pay for your lunch, they realized that they forgot their wallet at home. They offer to run back to their house to get their wallet and pay you back immediately, but you simply say, “나중에 줘도 괜찮아. (It’s fine if you give it to me later.)” This means your friend can give it back to you more or less at their convenience, even if it takes a few days.


덥다? 뜨겁다? 춥다? 차갑다?

덥다 and 뜨겁다 both mean “hot,” and 춥다 and 차갑다 both mean “cold.” However, that does not mean they’re interchangeable! It’s common to see Korean learners accidentally use the wrong “hot” or “cold” in the wrong situation. So, how do we use them correctly?

덥다 and 춥다 are both used when talking about the temperature around you or the weather. For example, a room with the heating turned up too high or Seoul in August would be 덥다, while a snowy winter day would be 춥다.

뜨겁다 and 차갑다 are both used when talking about the temperature of things that are… pretty much not the air around you. For the soup you burnt your tongue on, you can use 뜨겁다. For the ice cube that your immature friend dropped down the back of your shirt, you can use 차갑다. 


These are the main mistakes that I see people make (and that some of my friends have told me that they notice, as well). Hopefully you learned something new reading this post! If you’ve noticed that any of these is something you struggle with, work hard to fix it to keep building a strong foundation for your Korean studies.

As always, happy studying~

“Are you going to just stand there for the rest of the day, John?”

“Oh no, I’m taking photos, too. What happened?”

“I miscalculated the intensity of the pheromones I was experimenting with.”

“Pheromones, eh?”

“Bee pheromones. Could you call a beekeeper now? This is getting a bit warm. Also, they are beginning to crawl into my shirt.”

“You’ll need help looking for those later, I presume. Wouldn’t want to leave any in your clothes, would we? And should you get stung, I have a cure for that.”

“What a selfless offer, doctor. I think I can imagine the ‘cure’.”

“Good for you.”

“Indeed.”

My entry for this month’s @sherlockchallenge: Experiment Gone Wrong

◠ the raindrop stop // nsfw ◡

Originally posted by seungcheofine

✎ a/n: brb i’m throwing myself into the ocean and burning all my belongings. also anon i changed it to motel instead of hotel bc it fit the scenario better. hope u don’t mind<3 @dimplecoups have fun suffering!!

»word count: 1,658

» includes: motel smut + abandoned road trip + my death


So far, the night had not been progressing well for you and Seungcheol, at all. It began with ideas surrounding a road trip. Nothing more than a simple drive along the beach side, the windows scrolled down and the fresh scents of sea salt breezing by your face. Gulls usually warbled from the foamy shoreline, picking at the light pink shells spotting abstractly up the bank. You thought it was an idea as good as any other, so you wrapped a few sandwiches up in parchment and set them inside your bag.

The drive did not commence cheerfully. Raindrops, large and cold and unyielding were beating against the car’s glass by the end of your first Indila CD. Not even the persistent swing of wipers across the windshield made the road easier to see. There was nothing apart from a silver sheet swathing the glass, forcing Seungcheol to pull over into a parking lot. At least one fortunate thing transpired, the parking lot belonged to a motel.

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Secrets - Sherlock Version

Requested by anon:  Any Pairing: Reader x ?. I’ve got an idea where (Y/N) is hiding something and acting strange but when her boyfriend questions her about it, she avoids answering. This continues until he accuses her of cheating and during their argument she blurts out she’s pregnant (or something).

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 1,006

Warnings: None.

A/N: I was so close to just 1000 words…

Enjoy!

Originally posted by cumbersnitchflabberbatch

Sherlock was staring at the window, violin in hand, immerse in his own thoughts. He was no longer playing, and the movement in him was minimal. Anyone with poor view would’ve thought he was some kind of statue.

“Sherlock.” (Y/N) spoke as she entered the flat. Sherlock looked at her intensely, noticing the details one by one.

“Grocery shopping, rainy, tired, hormonal, new haircut, less makeup, back pain, swollen feet, new manicure, cheerful, keeping a secret.” Sherlock’s mind spoke.

“Thank you, mister for helping your girlfriend to carry the bags all the way up.” (Y/N) spoke exaggerating her tone. Sherlock chuckled slightly and left the violin before walking over to her and hugged her by the back.

“Sorry.” He whispered in her ear and left a kiss on her temple.

“I can’t ever stay mad at you, can I?” She inquired playfully. Sherlock chuckled once more and breathed in her scent like she was used to, except this time he smelled something out of place.

Anaesthetics, but she didn’t have an appointment at the dentist. Bit of male cologne. Which man does she know that can smell like so? John, but he was with Mary all day long, perhaps that doctor friend of her.” Sherlock thought.

“How’s Pete?” Sherlock inquired, pulling away to help her get everything in place.

“He’s good, planning a holiday trip with his kids, why?” (Y/N) replied listlessly. She was used to Sherlock pulling tricks like so, and although it still impressed her she liked to act oblivious just to put him off.

“Is he married?” Sherlock continued, ignoring her question.

“Yes, twenty years together.” (Y/N) answered.

“It would be a shame if he cheated her after so long.” Sherlock commented.

“Thankfully, Pete is a good man.” (Y/N) said.

Sherlock nodded and continued to observe her from time to time, when she wasn’t aware of it.

She bought loads of snacks this time. Extra comfort food and too much fruit. Oven pizza, doughnuts, cake.” Sherlock listed on his mind, “Strange walk, maybe something is keeping her from moving properly but… Please don’t think of that, focus, what else do you see? Baggy clothing, perhaps from the plus-size shop. It’s too big for her, why would she buy such thing?”

“Sherlock.” She called, “You are staring.”

“My apologies.” He said, “You look lovely today, that shirt looks good on you.”

“Thank you, dear.” She smiled and walked closer to him to leave a kiss on his plump lips.

She was wearing lipstick this morning, but there isn’t any now. Just a sly glimpse of what there used to be. Her breath… She was chewing mint gum on her way here, why would she want to hide her breath? Maybe because Pete smokes often. I have shared a cigar with him before.”

“Stop trying to deduce my day, please.” She begged softly as she pulled away.

“I’m not…” She lifted an eyebrow knowingly, “Apologies.”

“What’s wrong?” She asked softly.

“I want you to be very honest with me, please.” He begged, she nodded, “Why did you go to Pete’s office this morning?”

“How do you know I went to his office this morning?” Sherlock sighed heavily.

“Do you really need me to explain?” She nodded, “You smell like hospital and his cologne is impregnated in your clothes, but it’s not a smell strong enough to have been recent which means you went this morning, before going to buy groceries. What I don’t know is why?”

“Think, detective.” She dared, “Why would a woman go visit a gynaecologist?”

“Check-up, but your last appointment was three months ago and a healthy woman like you should go every six months.” Sherlock replied quickly.

“Why would a woman like me break a pattern like that?” (Y/N) continued.

“I really don’t want to think of it.” Sherlock confessed, looking down at the floor.

“What do you mean?”

“You know how many women fall for their doctors?” Sherlock inquired raspily without looking up. (Y/N) took her time to process his words, and once she did she let out a loud laugh.

“You really don’t trust me, do you?” She inquired half angry, half mockingly. “I’m not cheating on you, Sherlock.”

“Then why would you break the pattern?” Sherlock asked, he was exasperated.

“Maybe because something in my life broke my own pattern.” (Y/N) replied.

“Like what?” Sherlock begged, but before she could reply her phone rang.

“Deduce it, Mr. Holmes.” She ordered, and took the call, walking outside.

Think. What patterns does she have? Eating patterns… No, he’s a gynaecologist. Which feminine patterns does she have? No infections, that’s for sure. No trouble with her hormones, at least not important ones. When was the last time she ovulated?” Sherlock rushed to their room, digging on her drawers to find the little note pad where she wrote down her dates. “Nothing for two and a half months.”

Sherlock ran back to the kitchen at the same time (Y/N) returned from her phone call.

“Is it true?” He asked.

“True that I’m cheating or…?” Sherlock shook his head, walking closer to grab her by the shoulders.

“There are only a few reasons why a woman’s menstrual cycle would suddenly stop, and you haven’t taken any pill to bring it back and… There’s only one option left.” He stuttered and (Y/N) noticed his trembling body. She was holding her because he needed support or else he’d fall to the floor.

“Just ask, solve the mystery.” (Y/N) encouraged.

“You’re pregnant.” He whispered.

“I wanted to let you know through some kind of game… You know, like the ones we do to look for clues all over the flat…” She confessed shyly.

“I did clued for looks.” Sherlock stuttered and (Y/N) giggled softly.

“Are you okay with… this? Because I’m keeping the baby.” She asked.

“Of course I am.” Sherlock furrowed his eyebrows, “And of course you’re keeping it… We are keeping it.” Before she could say anything else Sherlock kissed her hesitantly. He was scared but he was also excited for the upcoming gift.


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littleredrxbinhood  asked:

jason: i'm gonna tear off all the sleeves on my shirt roy: why?? jason: tim's away on a business trip and he's pretty much 95% of my impulse control.

SO TRUE! 

But like can you imagine the days where Tim hasn’t slept enough and therefore isn’t in the right state of mind to do any type of impulse control? Think of the shenanigans Jason and Tim would get into, because you know Jason would encourage that type of rebellious behavior in his normally by the book Timmers.

Tim: I have this brilliant idea but I’m gonna need a disguise, two tons of dynamite, a tightrope, and all the chocolate you can buy from the dollar store.

Jason: Tell me more

Dick: PLEASE NO

Slow Down {S.M}

requested by @ duhitzlizeth // imagine where you are saving yourself for marriage and you and Shawn get heated, and you tell him to stop and he takes it well

author’s note// yall ever worry that all those “i wanna kill myself” or “i hope a car hits me right now” comments gonna catch up to you cause tbh i worry that they wont 

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Saving yourself for marriage was always a thing you wanted to do. It wasn’t really for religious reasons, it was a personal thing. Not that there is anything wrong with doing it for religious reasons, but you were doing it because you didn’t like the idea of any of the repercussions of sex before marriage. It was just that you never know what can happen, and unless you’re married, it can be rather difficult to deal with those outcomes. So, just to be safe, you decided all the sexual stuff could happen after Shawn put that band on your finger. 

Which is fine, if you wanna do that or if you don’t be your own woman. 

Sometimes Shawn would ask if there was any way you would reconsider, not in a disrespectful manner. He was attracted to you, and he wanted to do those things, which is fine but he respected your want not to. And sometimes, he’d push those boundaries. Okay, a lot of times he would try and push those boundaries. Today was one of those days, but it was a little bit different. 

“I don’t wanna go out.” You simply stated when you opened the door, expecting to see Shawn in jeans and a shirt, but he too was in his sweatpants.

“Thank God.” He grumbled, walking in, kicking off his slides and going into your living room. You smiled, thinking about how lucky you were to have this fine man in your life who kinda got you and was more than happy to kick back for a day. 

“Do you want any food?” You called, walking in right behind him, plopping down on the couch right next to him. He yawned, pulling her in close by her waist. He grabbed the remote and turned on the television. 

“Wanna watch that episode of Scandal?” You and Shawn had been dating for four years, and people often teased you about being a married couple. Because you basically were married, honestly. You were both in your twenties, and he could propose anytime. He just… he just didn’t. You both had lives and careers, and when the time was right he’d pop the question. You knew. Hell, you watched a tv show together, who else does that but old married couples?

“I already watched it last night.” You mumbled, wrapped your arms around his waist and looking up at him with a begging smile, hoping he won’t be too mad. 

“Four years, four whole years and you disrespect me this way. You might as well have slept with Geoff.” He scoffed, pretending to be mad at you. You laughed, pulling yourself in closer. 

“I’ll watch it again. I won’t even narrate.” You had a habit of narrating what was going on. That’s why Shawn always complained about having to watch movies you had already seen with you because of that. 

“Jeez, okay. Not one narration.” He demanded, moving around, settling in as he pressed buttons on the remote to play the episode. “Okay but is it a good one?” He asked about five minutes into the episode. 

“That is considered a narration, my love.” You took his chin in your hands and planted a soft kiss on his lips. “You will just have to watch and see.” He groaned and grumbled, absolutely exasperated. It was entertaining, but he eventually got over it and watched. For about ten minutes. Then you felt his hands travel a little further south. You didn’t really mind, since he had done it before, but it felt a little weird, almost different. But you let him, his hands touching your butt just a bit. 

“Hey.” You leaned over and whispered in his ear. 

“Hey.” He whispered back, kissing your neck a little bit. 

“Mmm whatca doing?” You asked him. He chuckled a little. 

“I’m sorry I’ll stop.” He took his hands from your butt and wrapped them around your waist again. “I’m really sorry, I just….” He tried to formulate words to say what he wanted to. “I want to um… do things to and with you.” He said, halfway joking. 

“Shawn!” You swatted his arm with a laugh. 

“No, seriously, and its fine to want to and I really am sorry if I push you. I just, I just love you so much and I guess that’s the way people take their love to the next level sometimes and I understand you don’t wanna do that, and I respect that. Just tell me when I push things too far, alright?” He kissed your neck again, squeezing you tight. You craned your neck and looked back at him with a huge smile on your face. 

“Yanno I love you so much.” You told him. He shrugged a little. 

“It really is hard not to.” He breathed, earning him the second swat on the arm of the night. 

author’s note// this is so friggin short i rambled alot in this cause everything i say offends people and im just k i n d a tired of life and breathing and i am tired of the stress of life and i just wanna be able to sit and watch friends and open an aquarium god i want a milky way bar why did i write this it was just me trying not to offend anyone someone do me a favor and r u n m e o v e r w i t h a b i g a s s t r u c k

Benevolence 5

5/20 The unstable couple goes fishing! There’s a argument flashback towards the end. This chapter is finally here enjoy

Word Count:5,083


The bell rung letting me know someone had walked into the store. I was lucky enough to be given the opportunity to work at Parakiss, a clothing store ran by my favorite designer Johji Koizumi. Baekhyun had caused us to meet by ‘accident’ leading to him asking me to run Parakiss in Korea while he was away in Paris. I was grateful in every way possible it’s bittersweet since Baekhyun uses it often to bribe me.

“Hi welcome to Parakiss.”, I greeted finally removing my eyes from the sketchbook I was looking at, my eyes landed on Yixing. He had sunglasses and a mask on but still, I knew it was him.

“Every time I walked into this store it’s completely different.” he laughed turning the open sign to the closed side. I had almost forgotten that Yixing and I planned to meet today, we needed to talk about the way Baekhyun had been acting lately. In all honestly I was surprised articles hadn’t shown up when blew up on me in that restaurant on my birthday. Once again, Baekhyun got things to go exactly his way.

“You know you’re not supposed to just open and close the store whenever you please.”, I giggle walking around the counter to greet him properly. Yixing would often swing by Parakiss, whenever he was on his way to practice. Before Taeyeon came back into the picture Baekhyun would often come too, now he’s mostly with her at SM.

“I like it better when no one’s in the shop with us.”, He chuckled sitting on the love seat running his fingers through some fabric. I took the remaining seat next to him and lifted my feet under my legs.

“So what’s up.”, I asked only half paying attention because I have 6 different outfits I need to make within 2 weeks. When I turned in the dresses Lisa and I made she assigned us 2 more design projects meaning I’ll be spending more time with Lisa. After the other day I don’t even know how I feel about her, especially not after hearing her conversation. It was painfully obvious that she was the other woman trying to play victim.

“I wanted to talk to you about Baekhyun.”, He said softly not knowing my reaction. “I can tell something is going on with the two of you.” Yixing was always the type to notice the absolute smallest details so I wasn’t surprised when I couldn’t slip this one past him. We honestly hadn’t been friends long because Baekhyun and I were so reserved with our relationship. I had only been friends with Yixing maybe 6 weeks before Taeyeon came back into the picture. I had met all of the members of EXO since I worked at SM and made the outfits for their Lotto music video, but, I never tried to become close with any of them.

“I wanted to talk to you about him too, I know you don’t mean it by anything when you get close to me yet, Baekhyun has been losing his shit over the smallest of things lately.”, I chuckled looking away from his strong gaze yes, I found Yixing attractive but, that didn’t mean I was romantically interested in him. I guess I was raised to be loyal to the ones you truly love, now when it comes to other men yeah I’m attracted still I never think of them romantically.

“I know, that’s what I wanted to talk about he blew up on me for telling you about the trip without telling him. I didn’t even think he was going to invite you since he invited Taeyeon to come.”, He started.. invited I was under the impression that the company happened to have her tag along. “I know he loves you though, that’s probably why he keeps blowing up on us. His heart is in a good place.”

Whatever, if his heart was in a good place he wouldn’t be thinking about how he needs to fuck two girls more than one.

“Yeah I know, it’s relieving in a sense knowing how much cares.”, I lied resisting the urge to roll my eyes.

“Kai was getting worried too we love you Y/N, just want to make sure everything’s alright.”, He smiled at me, Kai it’s been a few weeks since I’ve seen Kai. He was the other member that I had gotten close with however, he was always in a bitchy mood towards Baekhyun so I didn’t see him much.

“Whatever, go get me some food.”, I giggled standing back up to go behind the counter. Yixing got up as well to head back out the door.

 “Spicy rice cake?”, He asked.

“Yeah, that sounds good.”,I muttered “Make sure to flip the sign on your way out.”

“I’m just going to end up flipping it back when I come back.”, He laughed walking out. I just shook my head as I watched him walk out of the door.


Three days have passed since I’ve seen Yixing, I would see him and the rest of the members today. I was currently packing the rest of the things while those two pieces of  shit were in the shower. Surprisingly Baekhyun actually invited me in however, once again I declined him. I’ve been turning him down for sex a lot these days, unless I was really horny he wasn’t getting any from me. Taeyeon’s obnoxious moans could be heard all the way from the bathroom, trying my best to ignore it I stuffed the last couple t-shirts in my bag.

“You’re wearing those?”, I heard someone scoff behind, turning around to see Baekhyun naked with Taeyeon not far behind. He was purposely walking around naked, to get some type of reaction out of me. I couldn’t be bothered with him at this point.

“Yes I am, we’re going fishing on a boat it’s not fucking fashion week.”, I replied harshly zipping the rest of my items in a pocket on my bag. Baekhyun, just needed to stop talking honestly half the shit that come out of his mouth made zero sense. As I was getting ready to throw my bag over my shoulder I felt his arms wrap around my waist. Pulling my body closer to his body I felt his still semi-hard dick press against me. 

“No need to get upset about it baby, you seem so irritated lately are you on your period? Is that why you never wanted to have sex, it’s be awhile since we’ve played.”, He whispered into my ear lips trailing down my neck. “I miss you”

“Stop, we have to leave in a minute-”, before I could finish my sentence his hand was going down my panties dipping into my core. I gasped getting ready to shove him away, but, his grip on me was too tight and his fingers were already inside of me moving around.

“You’re not on your period so what’s the problem baby?”, He asked removing his fingers showing me that there was no blood before sticking them inside of his mouth. This stupid piece of shit has no respect for boundaries, he was going to finger me on my period! I think BDSM is hot and all but not fucking period sex.

“Get the fuck away from me Baekhyun.”, I snapped clearly disgusted by what he just tried to do. When the fuck are the rest of the guys going to get here? We had to drive at least an hour until we got the boats. Taeyeon rolled her eyes and shoved at Baekhyun’s shoulder.

“Stop it Honey, let’s go downstairs.”, She spoke looking at him in a loving way. That bitch. She was giving him the ‘won’t you do anything for me’ look. Of course Baekhyun just had to do whatever the fuck she said.

“We’ll finish this conversation later okay Baby?”, He asked me while grabbing the clothes Taeyeon had handed him. He makes me fucking sick, doing whatever the fuck she wanted him too.

“Whatever.”, I muttered before lifting my hand showing Taeyeon my middle finger. She’s been so up Baekhyun’s ass lately it’s annoying. “Go downstairs I’ll be ready in a minute.”

“Y/N, be nice.”, Baekhyun growled as he slipped on some boxers before heading downstairs with the rest of his clothes. After finishing packing my things I went downstairs just to see that they weren’t even there. Sighing I went all the way down to the parking lot to see them along with the rest of EXO.

“Hey Y/N.”, Chen and the others greeted.

“It’s been a while princess.”, I heard Kai chuckle before pressing his lips against my forehead.

“Don’t fucking kiss her.”, Baekhyun scoffed roughly shoving me behind him bumping into Taeyeon.

“Don’t be so rough Baekhyun.”, Yixing snapped at him furrowing his eyebrows before giving me a small smile. “We have to leave soon are you okay with riding with me and Kai?” Switching my gaze over to Baekhyun who tried to look innocent in this situation.

“Am I not riding with you?”, I asked faking confusion, this asshole purposly piled up all of their shit in the backseat, even so I’m his girlfriend yet once again he’s choosing Taeyeon over me.

“There’s no room Babe and I want Taeyeon to ride with me we have some things to talk about nothing serious you know you can trust me.”, Baekhyun fake kindness as the others all shuffled into their cars.

“Why wouldn’t you want to ride with me?”, I asked Baekhyun a little pissed off. I hope he wasn’t stupid enough to think his band mates wouldn’t notice the fact that he was in a car for an hour alone with his ex girlfriend instead of his current one.

“There’s more than enough room for you in the car Y/N. We can always move some of the stuff ”, Taeyeon looked at me with pleading eyes not to start anything.

“No, I’ll go with Kai and Yixing I’d rather not go with you two and I haven’t hung out with them in a while anyway.”, I snarled at them watching Baekhyun’s eyes go dark. I was over the entire situation within a matter of seconds. Baekhyun being the dumbass he was didn’t realize he was leaving me alone with Yixing for a one when it’s been clear he doesn’t like me around him alone. Kai has been eyeing Baekhyun and Taeyeon funny since I came outside he clearly has a problem.

“Don’t wait up you know I drive slow.”, Yixing yelled to the others as he opened the backdoor for me.

“Come with us Y/N”, Baekhyun spoke lowly right as I was sitting down in the backseat.

“No, I’m fine here with them.”, I smirked before laying all the way down on the seats, I haven’t been getting much sleep lately so I was going to take advantage of the free sleep time.

“Goodnight sleeping beauty.”, Kai chuckled sarcastically getting into the passenger seat when Yixing started the car.

“Shut the fuck up Kai.”, I yawned getting comfortable into the seats.

“We’ll problably have to share a room is that okay?”, Yixing asked looking back at me.

“Yeah that’s cool.”

“Great.”, He muttered before pulling off causing me to fall into a deep sleep.

Kai carried my bags along with his as Yixing had his hand on my lower back. I’m pretty sure we were the last three ones to get on the boat since all of their cars were parked. Yixing pressed a button alerting the captain that the last three passengers were now on the boat. The boat shifted as little as it got further away from shore.

“Let’s go see which room they left us to settle with.”, Kai mumbled annoyed. Letting my thoughts sink in I wondered why Baekhyun didn’t even check on me once. All of these things he was doing made it easier and easier to hate him yet, sometimes it easier to love someone than to hate them.

“It can’t be that bad we’ll be here.”, Yixing tried to lift up the mood as a chuckled at his sorry ass attempt. 

“You tried Yixing, you tried.”, I cooed walking ahead of them both to go see which rooms we had gotten. I hope Baekhyun hadn’t chosen a room with Taeyeon, not only would that make me look stupid it would make things so obvious at that point. However, knowing him the deed had already been done still, I wouldn’t let him ruin this for me I loved the sea. We walked down three hallways before we found our room. Opening the door so Kai could stumble in with our things we entered the room. Shit, I wasn’t expecting this it was a nice suite.

Kai threw our bags on the floor and landed on the red love seat with a loud sigh. Yixing gently put his bag beside one of the beds, before sprawling his body across the floor. Sitting next to him criss-cross applesauce I questioned him.

“All of that mattress for you to lay on and you still choose the floor?”

“The floor actually feels better on my hip.”, He chuckled turning to gaze at me with a smile. In front of us I could hear Kai grumbling curses.

“I need to get my damn hip checked out from carrying all of those bags.”, He grumbled rolling onto the floor a couple feet away from us. Yixing shook his head at the his younger member before rolling on his stomach head facing away from both of us.

“Seriously Y/N, why’d you have to bring so much shit?”, He complained.

“First of all Kai, I didn’t ask you to carry it second, I brought one  bag while you brought 3 suitcases.”, I scoffed at him hearing Yixing let out a chuckle.

“Well excuse me for being a gentlemen the least you could do is kiss me. I’d ask to make love but, that can’t wait until later tonight.”, He winked at me while Yixing scowled at him.

“Don’t talk about her like that.”, He scolded the younger man while Kai just rolled his eyes.

“You couldn’t pay me to fuck you Kai.”, I giggle pushing my legs out laying on my back.

“Fine, then kiss me.”

“Go away little boy.”

“Come on kiss me.’, Kai giggled trying to climb on top of me. I don’t know what was going on but he wasn’t drunk or anything. Thankful Yixing gripped his hand around my ankle and pulled me towards him while Kai fell into a fit of laughter.

“Sorry Kai, I’d only kiss you if your were GD.”, I giggle sitting up on Yixing’s lap.

“What does GD have that I don’t?”, He fake cried burring his face into my knee.

“For starters talent.”, I retorted sarcastically while a gasp could be heard coming from Kai’s lips throwing the three of us into hysterical laughter.

“Come on guys I have something special to announce.”, Baekhyun grinned, he was jealous I could tell his grin was stiff. I didn’t know what he saw exactly but still, it didn’t really matter Baekhyun makes everything a big deal.

“Can’t you see we’re busy.”, Kai snapped at him stopping his laughter and wiping the smile off of his face. He whole mood just did a 180 as soon as Baekhyun had walked into the room.

“Watch your mouth kid, Y/N is the one I really want to come out anyways.”, He snapped back at kai. Yixing had dropped his hand from around my shoulder and gave Baekhyun a cold stare.

“It is pretty rude to just interrupt us like that Baekhyun, you never wanted us bothering you when Taeyeon was around at the studio.”, Yixing mumbled standing up offering his hand out to me.

“It’s pretty rude of you to be all over my damn girlfriend Yixing.”, Baekhyun snapped but, of course Kai couldn’t let that one go.

“It’s pretty rude of you to be with your ex girlfriend when your much better current girlfriend is here right now.”, Kai clapped back. “Besides can’t your little announcement wait until tomorrow?”

“Let’s just go now before he starts acting like a baby.”, I muttered taking Yixing’s hand lifting myself off of the ground.

As the four of us walked out of the the deck I saw the rest of EXO and Taeyeon standing there.

“Sorry it took so long they decided to be assholes today.”, Baekhyun chuckled sarcastically walking over to Taeyeon wrapping an arm around her shoulder. What the fuck is thinking?

“Taeyeon wasn’t invited to this trip by mistake.”, He started off while the rest of us stood beneath him and Taeyeon waiting for his next words. What the hell was he getting into? The way they were standing next to each made me feel extremely uncomfortable. It wasn’t out of jealously it was the way Taeyeon was acting, she was clinging to him like her life depended on it. She was never really open to PDA, since she liked to keep her relationships private but for some reason lately she’s been really touchy. “For awhile now I’ve known that my heart just wasn’t in the right place.”, He continued his little speech while I narrowed my eyes locking with his. No..He couldn’t be doing what I thought he was doing he knows damn well I’m not okay with this.

“No absolutely fucking not.”, I spat at him shoving against his chest. Baekhyun had just asked me to make the ‘relationship’ with him and Taeyeon public. I’m not okay with that, this isn’t even a relationship more like an arrangement. The relationship Baekhyun and I had wasn’t even public so why would I be comfortable with them going public for the second time?

“No Baby, it’s not like that I want to tell the world that you’re both my girls.”, He tried to reason with me.

“Stop just stop, I’m not okay with any of this you said you’d keep us separate. Why the hell would you bring this bullshit out public when you know I’m not even okay with Taeyeon being around.”, I shouted  slamming my hand on the table.

“That’s enough Y/N, I’ve told you one too many times that I’m not just yours anymore. You are mine and so is Taeyeon, you two belong to me while I belong to the both of you. You’re being so insensitive towards Taeyeon and it’s making her feel really bad about herself Y/N”

“I mean shit I’d, feel bad about myself too If I broke up with my ex just squeeze my way back into his life when I was fully aware he had a girlfriend. You see the thing is I don’t think people are sluts, or whores because they sleep with a bunch of different people. I think they’re a whore when they do just that knowing that someone else is being hurt by their actions.”, As soon as the last word left my lips I heard glass falling down with a bang shattering onto the ground. Both of our eyes shifted towards the noise, Taeyeon was crouched down trying to pick up the glass cup she had just broken. 

“Taeyeon, did you hear what she said? Don’t pick that up you’ll hurt yourself.”, He spoke softly towards her, the look in his eyes was filled with love and concern. 

Her head was to the ground and her hands had stopped trying to pick up the pieces of glass, instead, they balled into small fists.

“Y/N.”, She spoke firmly.

“Please just mind your own business for once.”, I groaned getting ready to finish my conversation with Baekhyun. I seriously couldn’t even argue with him without her being there it’s so damn annoying. 

“I’ve had it with your disrespect, I’m your senior and I demand to be treated as so, you and Baekhyun are both younger than me meaning you are not as wise. Baekhyun and I made the decision together to bring out our relationship public two versus one Y/N.”, She tried to threaten me, keyword tried. I respect people who respect me. I usually have no problem whatsoever respect my seniors because they’ve always given me proper respect back.

Was I really supposed to believe that Baekhyun fell back in love with her out of nowhere? They’ve had to have had spent time together or something because I work at SM Taeyeon wasn’t even in the building the time we got together, she was on hiatus like she is now. Either Taeyeon or Baekhyun had initiated this entire thing to start over again, besides, I met Taeyeon to get her measurements for her failed comebacks with Girl’s Generation. She knew I was his girlfriend yet smiled in my face like she wasn’t fucking around with him behind my back.

“At the end of the day for whatever dumb reason Baekhyun still wants me here. I’m already five seconds from slapping the shit out of you and walking out this door for good but, I can’t risk my career. The point is, I’m not okay with it and if Baekhyun still wants me here then he won’t be either.”, My glare went from her to him.

“Y/N, we can’t run from this forever I’ll give you some time but, I want our relationship to go public sometime, you can’t run from this forever accept the fact that Taeyeon is now in our relationship. I expect you to apologize to her for your harsh words.”, His voice low and steady.. He was pissed.

“I expected almost what a year ago, to still love you but things change don’t they?”, I spat back knowing exactly what I had said. The tension in the room had died and Baekhyun’s face went from stern and angry to hurt, desperate and confused.

Taeyeon’s jaw had tightened and tears began to fill to the brim in her eyes. What the hell was she going to start crying for, I’m the one who is really not happy in this relationship. Taeyeon has Baekhyun back and Baekhyun has Taeyeon back and me on the side when he wants to pretend to be interested in me. I had a lying manipulative ‘boyfriend’ with his ex girlfriend who I’m 100% positive that he cheated on me with. Due to that dumbass mistake I made when I was 18, I have no other choice but to stay in this relationship. My dream of becoming a designer is the only thing I have left anymore. As I turned my heel to go up the stairs I stopped to say one last thing.

“Don’t even think about trying to do it behind my back like you did this entire so called relationship. Knowing the both of you, you’d try to sneak and do it giving me no other choice but to accept, but, I’m telling you now if you do that Baekhyun you’ll regret it.”, I spoke clearly before heading up the stairs..


But here we are now, the two of them up there while I’m down here once again going behind my back. However, I wasn’t going to even try and stop them because if he did this Baekhyun’s really going to prove his respect for me against hers. At this point I just waiting until Baekhyun decided to get tired of me, then I’ll live in a big house making clothes and die alone. That’s exactly what I wanted at this point, to be alone. Taeyeon’s eyes flickered over to mine while her grip on Baekhyun’s shoulder tightened. This bitch knew exactly what the fuck she was doing yet, I was enjoying it.

“Y/n and I have been fighting a lot like I told you guys before, and Taeyeon has been filling up the void when I need her to. My heart isn’t with Y/N anymore, it’s with Taeyeon.”, He spoke looking me directly in the eye the entire time. Bingo, he said exactly what I knew he was going to say making me look like the bad one. I had almost forgotten he said this in front of the rest of EXO. 

“Was this really the way to do things Baekhyun? By the looks of it Y/N, didn’t even know you were going to say this you’ve always been so selfish Baekhyun.”, Yixing spat out giving Baekhyun a cold stare, he looked so upset.

“No, it’s not like that Y/N, is still very much in the picture I’m just seeking other options. We’re on a break.”, He  tried to justify making himself sound like a straight asshole. I mean shit you could’ve given me a little more respect ‘other options’ really, more like I’m a second option if he ever gets tired of Taeyeon.

“No we’re not.”, I deadpanned, I could tell by the look in his eye Baekhyun wanted me to tell them that we were in a poly relationship his little plan is going to backfire on him. He just gave me a reason to get away from him, honestly I am a little hurt. Why is it that Taeyeon and Baekhyun make all of these decisions behind my back? I had no say in anything at all it’s like he doesn’t even care if I have feelings or not. I felt a hand on my lower back, turning towards the person Yixing was giving me a worried gaze.

“What do you mean?”, He asked voice filled with concern while Suho gently tried to get Yixing to calm down. Kai was upset as well, you could see it written all over his face. Kai was never okay with Taeyeon being in the picture and he often yelled at Baekhyun whenever he was rude to me. The next few words that come out of my mouth are ones that I’ve wanted to say for a long time.

“It means I’m done once again, Taeyeon, you got exactly what you wanted the both of you did.”, I laughed harshly feeling Kai wrap a firm grip around my shoulder damn it, he was pissed.

“What the fuck did you do Baekhyun getting back together with that bitch ! Did you  forget what happened when she first broke up with you? You cried like a punk for days Baekhyun and now you repeating the same steps”, Kai spat the words towards the two of the them filling the words up with hatred. Something obviously had to have happened for Kai to be this upset over someone else’s relationship.

“It’s not like that Kai, I was feeling unloved from Baekhyun and decided to break up with him now he’s feeling the same way I did with her.”, Taeyeon decided to speak up. This stupid bitch just doesn’t know when to stop does she? I was getting ready to snap on her when Yixing beat me to it.

“Maybe that was Baekhyun’s fault did you even think to consider Y/N’s feelings in this? You didn’t because both of you are so insensitive, then you tried to push all of the blame on Y/N like this is her fault. If Baekhyun was a real man and really cared about her, he would’ve spoke to her about before running his sorry ass back to you.”, He shouted stepping away from me and more towards them. Why were they getting so angry about this I don’t understand? This is the second time I’ve seen Yixing stepping out of his character to shout at a woman.

“Either way it doesn’t change the fact that Baekhyun’s a dumbass for throwing Y/N out just because she isn’t sucking his dick whenever he wants it or the fact that Taeyeon is still a whore.”, Kai growled pulling me closer towards him, even though he was angry he was rubbing my shoulder  gently letting me know he was there. I didn’t like the fact that they were pushing themselves into I didn’t want this to affect their relationship with Baekhyun. However, at this point you can clearly tell that Kai has had his blood boiling towards Baekhyun for some time now.

“Stop, just stop, I don’t even care anymore.”, I chuckled harshly surprising everyone on the boat. 

“I want to talk to her in private.”, Baekhyun stated I could see the look in his eyes it’s the same look he gives me whenever I even mention anything about another male, he was scared. He was jealous, scared, and desperate  for me not to leave.

“Go it’s not going to change anything my mind is set.”, I spoke to the rest of them. “Especially you, just being in this room with you makes me sick to my stomach so hurry the fuck up.”, I glared at Taeyeon as she gave me an unfamiliar look of pity. 

“Even if she takes I’m back I won’t allow them to be in the same room alone after this. Baekhyun you really need to get your shit together.”, Chen said throwing him a look of disgust. 

“Let’s go Taeyeon, I need to have a word with you anyways.”, Suho spoke turning around already leading the rest of the members out.

“Don’t fucking say anything rude to her Suho!”, Baekhyun shouted before she began walking out with them our eyes locking the entire time. “I don’t care what any of you say to me but, I love her and I won’t allow the disrespect towards her.”

“Stop Baekhyun I’m a grown woman I can handle myself.”, Taeyeon responded walking off in front of Suho.

“Can’t handle yourself whenever you’re walking around riding dick.”, Kai blew under his breath causing me to stifle a giggle.

“Kai enough! Do not speak to her like that.”, Baekhyun threatened. “Or you’ll regret it.”

“We’ll be waiting for you in the my room.”, Yixing whispered before walking off.

“I’ll be waiting for you in the kitchen.”, Kai spoke towards Baekhyun making his words sound like a threat.

They were gone now it was the two of us face to face, the way it should’ve been from the start. I’ve given up so much for him already and he’s done nothing for me, not only that I’m giving up something so important by leaving him.

“What the hell is your problem.”, He whispered taking a step towards me. “You did  the exact opposite of what I wanted you to do, us breaking up really?”

I small smirked tugged at my lips before I repeated the words I had said earlier.

“I’m done.”

superfluouskeys  asked:

Iiii would like to request Day 6- Draw your OTP with one wearing a shirt that says: “If found return to ______.” and the other wearing a shirt that says: “I’m ______.” For any pairing that sings to you hahaha

“Won’t you take that headdress off?”

“I have to maintain those last bits of dignity.”


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Good morning, lovelies! Guess what I got in the mail a couple of days ago? This amazing band T-shirt from @voxtacular! Green is my favorite color, and it fits me perfectly. I was planning to wear it with a skirt and a blazer the first time out, but I couldn’t wait to christen it, so it turned out to be plain old jeans on a run to the donut shop for Sophia and her friends. I do love the shoes however; they are so comfortable and a little bit edgy for me. As usual, the entire outfit is thrifted except for the shirt from Tiffany. I’m too tired to do hair or make up or filter type stuff this morning.

There was a homeless guy in a wheelchair sitting in front of the donut shop. I asked him if he was already full of donuts, and he replied that he hadn’t had any. I grabbed him a bear claw at his request, and we had a friendly exchange. In my more fearful days, I would have been afraid to talk to him. Little things like that let me see how much I’ve grown over the years.

Let’s all give ourselves credit for growth today. Happy Saturday, friends!

The Tattoo Artist

Pairing: Y/N/Soulmate!Calum

Rating: PG-All

Request: No

Words: 4.450+

Summary: In which everyone gets a name tattoo of their soulmate on their wrist when they turn eighteen but Y/N doesn’t believe in it and wants hers covered up by the male tattoo artists whose shop is right down the street

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break room {part i}

Requested.

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word count: 1,131

A/N: This was requested by an anon and it is long overdue. I’m splitting this up into two parts because I didn’t want it to be confusing spanning across so many different days and times in one part. Part two WILL be smutty.

I finished up my first eight hour shift of the week after doing rounds one last time. I walked to the nurses’ break room to see the head of our nursing staff. I gave him a tired smile and plopped into a chair, sinking down into it. He had worked this shift as well, a lot more times than I had, so he knew how tiresome it could be. I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples slowly. I should have been sleeping since I have another shift starting in just six hours. There was no use in going home, though, because by the time I drove there and drove back to the hospital that would only give me roughly four and a half hours of sleep. I opted to stay here and sleep in the break room. I rested my head in my hands and began to accidentally drift off to sleep.

“You look exhausted.” Shawn, the head of nursing staff told me, as if I didn’t already know. I just nodded, wanting some peace and quiet after working in the emergency room in the early hours of the morning. It seemed as if Shawn and I were always scheduled for the same shifts. Shawn was the one who scheduled shifts since he was the director of nurses. But he was always happy and that seemed to make long shifts go by much quicker. I began to doze off once again and woke up once my head started to drop towards to table.

“I need to sleep.” I stated, laughing slightly. Shawn seemed unfazed by working for eight hours starting at midnight.

“Well, you’re never going to sleep being that tense.” He informed me. I shrugged my shoulders, just wanting to sleep at this point no matter how tense I was. “Here let me help.” I paid little attention to his words and had no clue what he was suggesting until his large hands were already on my shoulders. His thumbs rubbed in circles just below my shoulder blades. His other fingers squeezed my shoulders. I started to protest but thought better of it; it was too relaxing. I was surprised at just how gentle and soft his hands could be. Shawn was right, I was too tense. I now felt relaxed thanks to Shawn.

“Better now?” He asked. He sat in front of me with a warm smile on his face. It made it hard to not smile as well, even when I was this exhausted.

“Yes, much better. Thank you.” I said. Shawn stood up to leave the break room. He stood at the door before he said his goodbyes, “See you next shift. Make sure you get some rest.”

I took his advice. After eating a few bites of a granola bar, I turned the light off then laid on the couch that was barely long enough for my legs to stretch out.


The days ahead saw many more shifts with Shawn and also many more breaks with Shawn. He brought me food from the hospital cafeteria one day. That day, we sat across from each other at the small table in the break room. Shawn’s hand inched closer to mine as we conversed in between bites of our sandwiches. After a few weeks of working the same shifts as him, I began to grow curious.

“Why do you always schedule yourself to work the same shift as me?” I asked him curiously one day in the break room. He seemed taken aback by the question because I was so straightforward.

“You’re a hard worker. I don’t like to work with lazy people so I schedule myself on the same shift as you.” He answered blatantly. I raised an eyebrow at him, feeling like that wasn’t the actual reason why.

“So that’s why you bring food to me on our breaks? And give me back rubs when I’m ‘too tense?’” His face grew redder as I said this. I knew it; he lied. I stood with my arms crossed over my chest as I waited for a response.

“It’s nice to talk to a gorgeous girl after working for hours. There, you happy?” He asked sarcastically. I was surprised he actually came out with the truth and it must have shown on my face. I honestly couldn’t believe it. He was a very attractive guy, there was no denying that. He had dark hair, light brown eyes, and a pretty smile, a combination that would put any girl in awe. His arms were strong and almost too big for the baby blue scrub shirt. He was tall, much taller than me; he towered over me.

“You’re pretty easy on the eyes after a long shift too.” I flirted back with him. His jaw clenched and he left the break room abruptly, even after my pleas for him to stay. He must have thought I was making fun of him in some fashion. In reality, I was flirting back with him. I didn’t see him until days later on a Thursday afternoon during our break.


“Hey, I want you to know I was flirting with you the other day, not insulting you.” I said. He didn’t speak and only rolled his eyes. I tried to reason with him. “Promise I wasn’t. I was just flirting back.”

“Why am I supposed to believe that?” He asked angrily while moving to the couch. I made my way over to him. I stood in front of him, trying to work up enough courage to do what I was desiring.

“Well, if I wasn’t interested then why would I do this?” I lowered myself down towards him. My face was directly in front of Shawn’s. I looked for any more anger left in his eyes. I saw none and knew he was no longer mad at me. My lips moved to press against Shawn’s. My lips fit between his perfectly. I lightly bit his lip while kissing him roughly. I then pulled away smirking. We both looked shocked when I pulled away. Shawn was surprised at my actions, and I was even more surprised by them. His mouth hung open and his eyes were wide. I knew my expression mirrored his exactly. “Believe me now?”

“Uh huh,” Shawn said while nodding quickly. I was still in utter shock from my previous actions. Kissing my boss, what was I thinking? Shawn gazed at me and I stared back at him intently. I inspected his features and how beautiful they were. Those pouty, plump lips of his were good for something alright. They were phenomenal at something actually. Breaking his stare, Shawn looked at his watch.

“Break is over now,” he said, sounding disappointed, “meet me back in the break room after this shift.”

Warmth (Lafayette x Reader)

Request: 32 and 36 with Lafayette please ? @pearltheartist

Word Count: 645 (I KNOW ITS SHORT IM SORRY)

 Pairing: Lafayette x Reader

AU: Modern

Warnings: Just fluff and mixed feelings :)

Note: I KNOW I HAVEN’T WRITTEN IN FOREVER AND THIS IS SHORT BUT ITS MARCH BREAK SO I”M BACK 

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Jimin/Jungkook; Coffee Date

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Jimin is tired.

He’s had a shitty week, seven days full of exams that weight half his grade and showcases that can decide whether he’s going to pass this year of college or not. The purple bags under his eyes refuse to leave no matter how many times Jimin pokes at them and all his muscles ache from the extra hours of practice he had to put in to perfect his last choreo. He’s working mostly on auto-pilot by this point, shuffling only half-awake through the aisles of the supermarket in search of the only thing that’s kept him alive and kicking through this hellish week.

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Can I please request 47 with hamburr?? 😶

47. Crave

Alex tiptoes down the hall, not wanting to wake Aaron if he’s finally managed to fall asleep. But then the sharp sound of coughing reaches him, and Alex barely keeps himself from jumping, the bowl of soup and mug of tea in his hands trembling dangerously. But nothing spills. Alex sighs in relief.

The last thing he needs on top of Aaron being sick is to end up in the hospital for burn treatments due to his own carelessness. 

He pushes the door to their bedroom open with his foot, biting his lower lip in concentration and glaring at the soup bowl in his hand, which had just teetered in his grip, a few drops spilling out. But he finally makes it to the bedside table, placing both things down before turning to Aaron.

“Hey,” Alex murmurs, reaching out a hand to press it against Aaron’s forehead. Warm. Too warm. “I brought you soup,” Alex continues, moving his hand down to trace his fingers over Aaron’s cheek in what he hopes is a soothing gesture. “And peppermint tea, your favorite. Do you want to have some?”

Aaron shakes his head, turning away with another harsh cough. Alex should have known Aaron would say no, he always has trouble eating when he’s sick, and it’s been clear all day that he doesn’t have the strength to exert any kind of energy. But going through the motions of cooking had calmed Alex down, given something to do. He hates feeling useless, especially when Aaron is feeling so down.

“Lay down,” Aaron croaks out, reaching out a hand of his own and grabbing at Alex’s shirt, tugging. “Want you to lay down with me…missed you.”

“I was only in the kitchen for like, ten minutes,” Alex teases, but he pulls back the bedsheets anyway and climbs in beside his boyfriend. “I think you’ve got some attachment issues.”

Aaron just hums at that, not giving a verbal response or even opening his eyes. Even if he wasn’t sick he wouldn’t have responded to that. He’s grown used to Alex’s teasing over the years, and has gotten very good at tuning him out when he wants to, which is most of the time. One of Alex’s favorite hobbies is teasing Aaron until he finally teases back.

That thought makes Alex smile, and he scoots closer to Aaron, rearranging them until his chest is pressed to Aaron’s back, his arms wrapping around him and pulling him close. Aaron hums again, happier this time, and Alex’s smile grows wider.

“Love you,” Aaron sighs out, pushing himself further against Alex, as if he wants to burrow inside of him. “Love you a lot…” He puts a hand over one of Alex’s, which is resting against Aaron’s stomach. “You’re so warm.” 

Alex chuckles, shifting forward a little so he can press his lips to Aaron’s shoulder, right over the skin that is peeking out from underneath his t-shirt. Aaron always gets like this when he’s sick; craving touch and constant contact. Alex thinks it grounds him, gives him something to hold onto, something to cover him and protect him.

And Alex is more than happy to be that something. 

Ride With Me (Part 8)

PAIRING: readerxbuckybarnes au

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

WARNINGS: light swearing. 

*(Y/N)’s working double time to cover Wanda’s shift she is confronted with a handsome stranger who is as dangerous as his silver tongue   

 I did it, I bloody did it. A whole day spending time with my Aunt and Uncle and I was still able to write this chapter. I may suffer for it in the morning but who cares, I can sleep when I’m dead ahaha 

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GIF NOT MINE 

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“It’s been over a month (Y/N) and you didn’t call of course I was going to worry” You rolled your eyes as you shimmied into your jeans.

“I’m sorry Jess, I really am. Thing’s just got a little crazy” you trailed off trapping your phone between your shoulder and ear as you fiddled with the button of your jeans.

“This is my point, you left to get away from crazy. Now you’re six feet deep in Sheild and Red Skull shit,” You sighed knowing she was right.

“How are things on your end? How’s Trish” You asked tentatively.

“She’s ok, coping as best as anyone can. She still didn’t think you had to move away”

“It was the best thing for everyone if I left Jess, you know that” you pulled on a shirt as you did your best to sort out the bird’s ness that was your hair.

“I know, I know. It still sucks” Jess huffed, you could imagine her now. Stood on the sidewalk smoking glaring at any passerby.

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I Can’t Save Her: Part 26

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Angst, 

Word Count: 1200

Catch Up Here

Summary: You have been with the Avengers for three years and during that time you have developed a close friendship with Bucky. When you discover another woman in Bucky’s room you begin to question what your true feelings for him are.

Author’s Notes: It’s finally time for Bucky and Y/N to face the talk that they have both been dreading.

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I stretched sleepily as the morning rays beamed through the slants of the blinds. I winced slightly at the pain that radiated from my ribs – it seemed like it didn’t matter how I moved… it was likely to hurt. As I opened my eyes I felt a surge of panic – Bucky was gone. Had I imagined everything last night? I had been finding it increasingly difficult to distinguish between reality and dreams lately. I sat up slowly and looked around – trying to find some clue that would help me discern if I had dreamed it all. Bucky’s boots were kicked over by the side of the bed – I sighed with relief. At least I hadn’t imagined it.

My wave of relief was overcome by another worry – Bucky and I were going to have to talk, and it wasn’t going to be pretty. We had had days of recovery – we couldn’t put it off any longer. As I was working my courage up Bucky stepped out of the bathroom. He had on a pair of loose sweats but no shirt. His wet hair from the shower he had just taken was dripping down his back. He moved stiffly – occasionally grimacing. I took in the full extent of his injuries with my mouth agape. To say he had been through literal hell would have been an understatement. His body was black and blue from the severe beatings he had taken but he also had a variety of cuts and odd marks scattered about– several were newly stitched. He turned to put on his shirt and was startled when he saw me staring at him. “I’m sorry If I woke you…” he said apologetically. He hurriedly put on his shirt – obviously uncomfortable about me seeing the marks on his body. Once his shirt was on he loosely tied his hair up and made his way to the bed. He sat on its edge – not looking at me. “Y/N…. we need to talk,” he whispered seriously as he turned and his eyes met mine.

“Yes – we do.”

“I don’t know where to begin really… I fucked it all up doll,” his voice cracked and his eyes sparkled with tears.

“Bucky…” I said as I shifted uncomfortably beside him. “You should have told me… you had no right to keep it from me… If it’s my past I need to know it… regardless of how dark it might be.”

He nervously ran his hands through his hair. “God I know. Y/N I am so sorry. Everything that has happened to you is because of me. I was just… I was so selfish, and I was terrified of losing you so I pushed you away. In my fucked up mind I guess I thought I was saving us both,” he started sounding more frantic with each passing word.

“But you didn’t save me, Bucky. No one can… except for me. You… you promised me. You looked me in the eyes and you promised you would never do this. How can you love someone as much as you say you love me and just walk away?” With each word I could feel all the emotions I had bottled up for months come pouring out. I hastily wiped away the tears that had spilled from my eyes.

Bucky pushed off the bed with a huff and began to pace back and forth in the room. “Don’t you get it?” he asked as he spun on his heel to look at me. “I don’t deserve you. I didn’t before this and I sure as hell don’t deserve you now. I was trying to set you free and I thought the only way to do that was to break your heart. To make you hate me. To do the one thing so despicable that maybe you wouldn’t drag my best friend half way around the world on a suicide mission to save someone that doesn’t want to be saved. And yes it killed me… Every morning I woke up without you I wished I hadn’t woken up at all.” Tears slid down his face as he fell to his knees in front of me. “I asked you not to look for me. I didn’t want to be found. I can’t ever be the man I was before… not after what I have done. Not now that I know the truth… And the worst part is I can’t remember doing it. I don’t remember your mother, your father, or you – but I did it. I was the catalyst for the worst day of your life, and I can’t remember it. I can’t trust my own mind. And I can’t…. I can’t live through hurting you again.”

I slid off the bed and sat in the floor beside him wiping a tear from his eye as I looked at him thoughtfully. “Bucky – you don’t remember them because you weren’t you when you did it. Besides we have no way of knowing if what we were told is the truth.” He sighed shakily as he wiped his face with his hands roughly. He winced when he touched where I assumed Steve had punched him, judging from the deep purple hue of the newest bruise. “I wasn’t lying when I said I had already forgiven you because I did… I did the moment I found out,” I whispered softly as I tucked a strand of loose hair behind his ear.

“What if I can’t forgive myself?” he asked as he looked at me – so helplessly broken.

“It will take time, Buck. Especially for you. You carry all of your guilt so deeply…. Luckily there is a group of people just outside of this room that will help you…. And I will help you too,” he smiled at me softly which made what I was going to say next that much harder.

“I need… I need time. I want you here with me, but you broke my heart Bucky. As much as I want things to go back to how they were… they just can’t. Not now at least,” I added softly. His face fell at this but he nodded in silent understanding. “I still love you – I’m still devoted to you, but I need to know… I need to believe… you won’t do this to me again, because we aren’t done with HYDRA…. I can’t be worried about you disappearing at the drop of a hat when we find out more…”

“I understand. I will do whatever it takes… I promise… I won’t let this happen again,” he whispered sincerely. And I secretly prayed that he was right.

He pushed off of the floor and offered his hand to me. I took it gratefully and he hoisted me up. I watched him gather his things as I sat on the bed. He was making his way for the door when I spoke. “Buck… I would like you to stay… I mean… if that’s okay with you. Last night was the first night since you left that I haven’t had nightmares… and well… I like knowing that you’re here,” I whispered shyly.

He turned and smiled at me sweetly. “Of course, I’ll come back tonight.”


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School Life- Taeyong|Part 1

Request: Hey there☺️ could u write me a scenario about high school badass taeyong who has a soft spot for the quiet oc, she’s totally cool n strong tho n isn’t submissive! 💖

wow this is such a good request I want to  write something worthy of your awesome request haH not possible kms.  anyways im gonna post this in multiple parts, so here is part 1!!!

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Part 1

“Class president [y/n], please do roll call for me,” your homeroom teacher calls out.

You glance around the room. Everyone is here, except…

The back door of your classroom bangs open and everyone whirls around.  Standing in the entrance is Taeyong.  You give an inward sigh of relief.  If he missed any more days of class, the homeroom teacher would discipline him for sure.  

Taeyong steps in the classroom, and everyone gasps. His dark black hair is ruffled and falls into his eyes.  On one of his cheeks is a red cut, and a bruise is visible on his jaw. Taeyong’s shirt is untucked and his tie is loose around his neck.

“So handsome,” you hear a girl beside you whisper.

“He’s so cool,” another student whispers back.

I might agree with them if I didn’t have to study so much, you muse.  I wonder-

“Well, isn’t it nice for Mr. Lee to show up?” The homeroom teacher slaps his desk and the classroom quiets down. “Tell me Taeyong, have you been fighting?”

Taeyong turns to the teacher, looking down at the floor. “Sorry teacher.”

“Get out of my classroom.” The teacher sighs. “Class president?”

You stand back up. “Yes?”

“Make sure he goes to the nurse.  Don’t let him leave.  Understood?”

You bow and leave the classroom. Being the class president isn’t worth it sometimes.   Now I have to take care of Taeyong…?

“You don’t have to.”

You whirl around, surprised by Taeyong’s soft, deep voice. He is leaning against the wall of the classroom, looking down at his feet.  You take a step closer and he pushes off of the wall with his shoulders. He looks up at you, and you meet his intense, burning gaze.

“I can take care of myself,” he says, not breaking eye contact with you. 

You sigh. “Don’t be like this.” You turn on your heel and walk down the hallway. “Hurry!” you call, hearing Taeyong’s slow strides behind you. “I have to study a lot today.”

You walk into the nurse’s office. Of course, she’s not here again. Walking to the medicine cabinets, you swing them open and begin rummaging through them.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Taeyong trying to sneak away. “Sit,” you call out, turning around to face him.

Taeyong sighs and sits down, not meeting your gaze.  You unscrew the bottle in your hands and step closer to him.

“I have better things to be doing with my time, you know. I’m not quiet in class because I’m shy, it’s because I need to study.” You put your fingers under Taeyong’s chin and tilt his face up towards you, bending down to get closer. “I’m doing this out of kindness. Okay?”

You push the boy’s bangs out of his eyes and sigh.  “Don’t fight.  You’re grades are awful, all you’ve got going for you is your looks. Protect your face, okay?”

Taeyong chuckles, then winces when you begin applying the cream. He closes his eyes as you continue to work, biting his lip from the pain.

“Finished,” you say.  You put the bottle on the nurse’s desk.

“Thanks,” Taeyong says quietly.  “I mean it.”

“No problem,” you reply.  “Come back to class, okay?”

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The school bell rings and you raise your arms above your head, stretching.

“[y/n],” someone calls out, “can you show me the notes?”

“Sure,” you call back.  You reach into your backpack, trying to grab your notebook, but touch something else instead.  What is this? You pull the object out of your bag and gasp. Is this for me?

In your hand is a beautiful origami rose.  It was slightly crumpled from being in your bag, but you still think it’s beautiful. Who could have made this…?

Attached to the rose is a note reading: ‘I have other talents than just being good looking, you know.’

You smile to yourself and look over to the empty desks at the back of the classroom, where Taeyong is usually sleeping.  But to your surprise, he isn’t there.  

Oh, I guess he left right when the bell rang.  He usually doesn’t stay after to study… Maybe he is out in the school yard?

Quietly, you slip out of the classroom, taking the stairs two at a time.  I have to find him, you think.  I have to ask him why he made me this.  I have to know why I feel this way…

A hand clamps down on your shoulder and you gasp in surprise.  You are standing behind the school by the old practice fields, and you didn’t think that anyone would be there. 

“[y/n]”, a male voice from behind you says, “you haven’t been picking up my calls? Why is that?”

Slowly you turn around until you are face-to-face with SongMin, another student in your grade.  He smiles at you, and your heart pounds nervously.  What is he trying to do?

“What do you want, Songmin?  I’ve just been busy.” You back up, trying to put as much distance between yourself and the boy as possible.

“Busy?  You can’t possibly be too busy for me.  Come on, you know I like you.  What else do you want from me? Want me to buy you roses? Or maybe confess in front of the whole school?”

“Stop, SongMin.” Your voice shakes as you feel your back bump into the wall of the school. What do I do now? “I’m sorry, but I don’t feel the same way.”

SongMin continues walking forward. “So what? Feelings can change.”

You are now completely against the wall, and SongMin leans closer.  You are just about to scream for help when SongMin is jerked backwards and pressed up against the building next to you.

“Don’t lay a finger on her,” you hear your savior say in a low, deep voice. Taeyong pushes harder and SongMin yelps in pain. “Or you’re going to have to go through me.”

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Part 2

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~June

I’m a man.

When I was born my grandfather congratulated my dad for having a son, and thanked my mother for giving my father a son. I got my grandfather’s name.

When I was a child, I could play with LEGO, because “Lego is a boy thing” and that helped my creativity. My ability to solve problems was stimulated.

I got HotWheels car-washes and gas stations. I also got a box of plastic tools, to assemble and disassemble toy cars and trucks. That also stimulated my creativity and developed my logic capability, which is good for every child.

In my school day, the girls wore skirts and my friends lifted their skirts. It was a mess, So they were forbidden to wear skirts. I never saw a boy actually get punished for it though, after all “Boys are just like that. Took after his father this menace” - is what I usually heard

At home, with my family, I liked to play house with a younger cousin. We were around eight. I was the dad, she was the mom and the dolls were our children. While playing, when i carried the dolls in my arms my mother would get mad: “Let go of that doll boy, that’s a girl thing”. And my little cousin’s father, when he saw us playing, wouldn’t let her do it either. He said boys play with boys and girls play with girls because “boys are very stupid, and worse, very forward”. I did not consider myself stupid, and did not understand what he meant by “forward”, but I still did as I was told

At Christmas, my sister got a Barbie and I got a beyblade. She cried a bit because my toy was much cooler than hers, but every year my mother made the same mistake, and got her a doll, a toy stove, a toy fridge, a blender, everything pink, once mom got her an iron

When I turned 15 and started dating, my father bought me some condoms
During my teenage years, no one criticized me for kissing lots of girls. Nowadays, that still stands.

My father does not get mad at me when I don’t come home for the night, He does not say I need to be a “family boy”. He never slapped me in the face for thinking I’d spent the night at a motel.

No one lectures me saying I need to be reserved and play hard to get.
No one judges me when I want to be with a girl and take initiative

No one cares about my clothes; no one says I have to preserve myself.
No one says I have to preserve myself because “women only think about sex”

No one think my girlfriends were only with me for sex.
No one thinks that, when I have sex, that I’m submitting to the wishes of my partner
No one demonizes my orgasms.

I was never judged for carrying condoms in my backpack or in my wallet
I never had to hide my condoms from my parents.

I was never told to marry a virgin because I was a man
I was never told that “men have to value themselves” or that I had to “give myself the respect”. Apparently, my gender already makes me worthy of respect.

When I go out into the streets no one tells me I’m “delicious”
No unknown woman shouts “smoking hot” my way
I can walk down the streets having an ice cream cone at ease, because I know I won’t hear things like “drop that and come suck me”. I can even walk down the streets eating a banana

I never had to cross a street, even though it was out of my way, to avoid a group of women in a bar, who will probably catcall me when I pass, embarrassing me

I never had to walk in sweatpants, because my shorts leave my legs exposed, and that could be dangerous
I never heard someone say I was “shameless” because I went out without a shirt
No one regulates my work out clothes
No one cares about my clothes period.

I was never followed by a woman in a car when I was walking back home

I can catch a crowded subway everyday and surely no woman will rub against me, to record it and throw it on some porn website

No one ever had to create a subway wagon that was “just for men”

I never heard of someone of my gender being raped by a crowd

I can get on a bus by myself in the middle of the night
When I’m not carrying anything valuable, I no longer feel threatened, because I don’t fear getting raped at any moment, at every corner. That risk does not exist in the minds of the people of my gender.

When I go out at night I can wear whatever clothes I want.
If I suffer any kind of violence, no one blames me for being drunk, or for wearing certain clothes
If, one day, I was raped, no one would say it was my fault; that I was somewhere inadequate, that I had on a revealing outfit
No one would try to justify the rape based on my behavior
I would be treated as a VICTIM and that would be it.

No one thinks I’m vulgar because when it’s cold, my nipples show through my shirt

When I have sex with a woman on the first date I practically get a standing ovation. No one calls me a “tramp”, or “easy” or a “whore” because I have casual sex sometimes

99% of porn websites are made to please me and men in general
No one is shocked when I say I watch porn
No one judges me if I say I love sex
No one cares if I read erotic literature
No one is surprised to hear I masturbate

No mother-in-law will tell her daughter not to marry me because I’m not a virgin

No one criticizes me for investing in my career
When I have the same job position as a woman, my salary is never inferior to hers
If I am promoted, no one says it’s because I slept with my boss. People believe in my merit
If I have to travel for work and leave my kids with their mother for a few days no one calls me irresponsible

No one finds it strange that, at thirty years old, I still don’t have kids

No one guesses my sexual orientation based on the length of my hair
When my hair starts to grey, people will find it sexy, not think I’m letting go of myself

Society does not see my virginity as a prize

90% of military services are destined to people of my gender, even the higher jobs, in which the official only deals with paperwork and management

If I go out with a certain outfit no one says I’m “asking for it”

If I’m at a club and a woman performs oral sex on me, I’m not the “whore” or the “tramp”, she is.
If a video of me having sex with a woman gets leaked, no one will call me names, criticize me, stone me. I won’t be the “disgusting little bitch” I won’t be “trash” or “used” or “cheap”. I’d just be the man, fulfilling my alpha guy position in society.
If I lead a promiscuous lifestyle and then fall in love with just one woman, people think its beautiful. No one judges me based on my past.

No one says it’s disgusting if I don’t shave myself

No one would judge me for being a single dad. On the contrary, I’d be seen as a hero.

I’ll never be stopped from occupying a higher position in the Catholic Church for being a man

I was never beaten up for being a man
I was never obligated to do housework for being a man
I never had the obligation to learn how to cook for being a man
No one tells me my place is in the kitchen for being a man

No one says I can’t curse for being a man
No one says I can’t drink for being a man

No one stares at my plate if I put a lot of food in it

No one justifies my foul mood by blaming it on hormones

No one has ever made jokes that undermined my intelligence for being a man

When I sometimes mess up in traffic no one says “It had to be a man”

When I’m polite to a woman she doesn’t automatically assume I’m hitting on her

The term “tramp stamp” did not come into existence because men were seen as cheap

No one treats my body as just a tool for giving pleasure to the opposite sex
No one thinks I’ll have to be submissive to a future wife

I was never judged for drinking beer at table in which I was the only man

I’m never the target audience for house cleaning products ads
I’m the target audience for beer ads

No one’s ever asked me if my girlfriend lets me cut my hair. I cut it when I want to and people understand that.

There isn’t haze at USP (a university) that promotes my humiliation and objectification

Society doesn’t split my gender in “to marry” and “to whore”

When I say “no” no one thinks I’m just playing hard to get. No is no.

I don’t have to dress a certain way to avoid having women falling into temptation

People of my gender were not raped each 40 minutes in São Paulo last year
People of my gender don’t get raped every 12 seconds in Brazil
People of my gender didn’t get raped by a crowd during protests in Egypt

I’m not a man. But if you are, it’s fundamental to admit that society AS A WHOLE needs feminism
Don’t underestimate suffering that you don’t understand.

— 

Camila Oliveira Dias

(This was originally in portuguese and I translated it, there are very slight alterations, because some expressions don’t have exact correspondents in english, I did my best, if you find any typos please message me, and I will correct them.)