im only saving your number so i know not to answer

I’m falling apart

A/N: Reader is Jensen’s little sister who is going through a tough time with depression and Jensen is determined to help her. If this becomes a series it’s gonna be super dramatic & probably kinda twisty.

Trigger warning: Depression, suicidal thoughts.

Jensen threw his head back laughing at a joke Jared made. Looking around the table he realized how lucky he was. He was sitting at a table in Rome surrounded by his friends and fellow cast mates, enjoying the night. Tomorrow was the first day of the convention and the few days following it him and Jared would tour the city some before heading back home to his family. A gentle smile fell on Jensen’s lips when he thought about Danneel and the kids in Austin and all the plans they had for the hiatus.

Feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket, Jensen grabbed it, smiling even wider when he saw Danneel’s name pop up on the caller ID.

“Hey babe.” He answered.

“Hey Jay.” Danneel’s voice responded, only something sounded off in her tone.

“What’s up?” Jensen said, standing up from his seat and walking away from the group, “You sound worried.”

“Yeah, I mean, I’m sure it’s nothing but…” Danneel trailed on.

“You’re kinda worrying me here Dee. What’s going on?” Jensen pushed.

“It’s Y/N.” Danneel responded.

“My sister? Is she okay?” Jensen quickly pushed.

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Plain Face

requested: can you do a peter x reader where peter and her are dating and he keeps saying she looks like someone he knows and they find out that she’s Captain America’s daughter? thank you!

word count: 1897

pairings: peter parker x rogers!reader

warnings: kept this one clean, but we’ll see for future installments 

a/n: Y’ALL THIS ONE WAS SO FUN TO WRITE. to make it easier im just gonna say this is post-civil war, everyone is surprisingly best budz again. i think i’m gonna turn it into a series!! i’m wheezing this might be one of my faves i’ve written so far. lemme know if you guys want more of it! 

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While you complained every day when you went to the gym hidden underground in Brooklyn, you knew that your father meant well–he only wanted the best for you. And that meant training in self defense nearly every day for three hours after school, sometimes by yourself and sometimes, on days he wasn’t away on a job, he went with you.

Today you had gone by yourself, the gym empty and eerie. Punching bags hung from metal bars crossing the ceiling, and sometimes the fluorescent lights flickered, making you feel like you always had to keep an eye on your six.

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Heart on the Line (part 17)

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You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.  

“For a Good Time, Call…” AU


author: sugardaddytonystark
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1059

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Soulmate! Jun

Summary: in which your soulmate’s first words are tattooed along your arm

part two

  • you’ve kind of given up on the whole dating scene
  • tbh you’re too busy finishing school and nobody really catches your eye
  • lowkey waiting for this whole ‘soulmate’ thing to happen 
  • but you really don’t know what the hell kinda situation you’d be in for them to say,
  • ‘that wouldn’t be great’
  • like man what did you do
  • but since the words were korean, you purposely applied to a college in SK
  • even though out of the large population, it’s a slim chance
  • but hey, fate is fate
  • you stay in a small apartment in Seoul with a decent view
  • your a photography major and the city’s very inspiring
  • so much to explore, from the gaffiti, to abandoned buildings, to the street vendors
  • your favorite place is probably this small, aesthetically pleasing, café down the street from your apartment
  • they’ve got food, caffeine, everything you need
  • and damn their wifi is really good
  • you’re a regular there, you often go for breakfast or lunch
  • and just sit there on your laptop doing school stuff
  • basically, you live there, even got permission to take pictures
  • you’re walking out of the café one day and notice a group of guys walking into the dance studio across the street
  • you don’t really pay them much attention, except they’re all really cute, even with their faces covered
  • its one of those moments where you can just tell when someone’s good looking
  • next day you see the café is hiring
  • and so you go for it, you’re a regular, know the menu by heart, and spend all your free time there
  • might as well make some money off of it, lord knows school isn’t gonna pay itself off
  • it’s really rainy one evening and you’re the last employee there 
  • so you decide to just put your music on blast in the café while cleaning up
  • and after your that, you’re just chillin there like, no one’s gonna come in
  • so when you see someone exit the dance studio and notice they don’t have an umbrella
  • you kind of feel bad but remembered that you have an extra in the back room
  • and however shy you normally are, you run to grab it
  • taking a risk of leaving the shop unattended kinda just slips your mind
  • opening your own umbrella, you step outside in the pouring rain
  • he watches as you walk over to him, with your cute little café apron still on and an extra umbrella clung firmly in your hand
  • he can’t help but watch you brave the rain storm just to give him an umbrella
  • “you’ll get sick if you stay drenched" 
  • you say passing him the black umbrella with a cute cartoon animal on the corner 
  • "that wouldn’t be great" 
  • he responds with a slight chuckle before widening his eyes
  • you process it too, even slower than usual with your foreigner mind
  • you both stand there all awkward for a nanosecond
  • “holy shit” 
  • you whisper on reflex
  • you cringe a little, praying he didn’t hear you
  • your like wtf did i just curse at my soulmate
  • his eyes crinkle into a smile
  • “I’m Junhui, Wen Junhui. but you can just call me Jun, for now” he chuckles brightly, eyes lighting up happily
  • “im y/n l/n” 
  • you laugh at the situation, but your eyes show your just as happy
  • “what are you doing out in the rain like this?”
  • he chuckles sheepishly and flips his hair to the side, small water droplets flying off
  • “i lost rock paper scissors with my group members, i’m supposed to get them coffee”
  • you ask him “group? coffee? at 10:00 at night?”
  • by then you guys decide it’s best to get out the rain and hey your running a cafe 
  • and so you make him his coffee, and the 12 other ones he needs
  • meanwhile you guys avidly get to know one another as much as possible
  • “i’m sorry you had to live with ‘that wouldn’t be great’ on your arm. especially when my members where saying how i must have a really sweet soulmate.”
  • he’s just casually leaning against the counter watching you with a small smile and his head titled a bit sideways
  • you laugh, “it’s alright. for most of my life, most people didn’t understand”
  • you learn of his beautiful confidence
  • “i’ve never listened to seventeen before but i’ll definitely give it a shot”
  • “i promise you. there’s no way you won’t like us”
  • and his eagerness to know you 
  • “your a photography major? that’s so cool! can i see your work?”
  • “i have a school project in my bag, ahh i show you when i’m done”
  • and somehow, everything just clicks
  • the conversation never lapses
  • you both can naturally laugh, like when he was teasing some members for not being able to drink coffee
  • and you can’t get over how sweet and light his laugh is
  • and for the first time, your heart flutters and there are butterflies in your stomach
  • when your done with the order, you kinda just stand and stare
  • until he blurts
  • “can I have your number?” 
  • with a blush dusting your cheeks, you type your contact in his phone, boldly labeling it as ‘soulmate y/n ;) <3′
  • and you hand him your phone and he puts ‘y/n’s soulmate<3’ as his contact name
  • you both feel a little disappointed as he’s about to leave, then his face lights up excitedly
  • “how about you just come to the studio! i’m sure the boys wouldn’t mind!”
  • it’s almost 11pm, but
  • is there any other answer besides yes?
  • he waits for you to close up, hang your apron up, and grab your bag
  • your about to open up your umbrella but he stops you, opening the one you gave him
  • “let’s share one” he says grinning cheekily, with a hint of shyness
  • so you both walk to the studio, each carrying a load of drinks
  • his hand grazing yours
  • which you’re both extremely aware of
  • and he barges into the studio, his hand around your wrist, stopping all conversation
  • “i brought your orders and guess what? i got a soulmate for free!” 
  • CHAOS EVERYWHERE jisoos christ save you
  • your not really understanding half of the gibberish the members are telling you
  • “i want to apologize in advance for his cheesiness”
  •  “LOVE HYUNG WITH ALL YOUR HEART.”
  • “cook hyung lots of spicy food”
  • “take care of one of our mothers well”
  • “don’t be alarmed if his eyes are open when sleeping”
  • “maybe now he’ll call you the fairest of them all”
  • can I call you noona?“
  • eventually, somehow, the members back off
  • but you know they love junhui a lot and are ecstatic to meet his soulmate
  • they give you a moment alone, but unfortunately, he must go back to practice
  • he tells you to sit down comfortably and listen to the song
  • he winks,
  • “watch me and only me.”

part two

Originally posted by pabospoiler


The Seventeen Soulmate AU series:

|| Seungcheol / Pt. 2 || Jeonghan / Pt. 2 || Joshua / Pt.2 || Jun / Pt.2 || Hoshi / Pt.2 || Wonwoo || Woozi / Pt.2 || Seokmin / Pt.2 || Mingyu / Pt.2 || Minghao || Seungkwan || Vernon / Pt.2 || Dino ||

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Hakyeon

  • everything is tidy, everything costs more than your entire life savings, everything is color coordinated to go with this soft lilac aesthetic and his storage space in the basement of the apartment building is full of artisan scented candles that’s why his apartment always smells like literally. heaven
  • im serious,,,,,,,he is a candles person like look at him,,,,,
  • and most of the kids in your building are convinced small woodland creatures help him get dressed in the morning or something because he looks like a prince that came alive straight out of a movie??? plus he just gives off this really regal, dignified air
  • it’s hard to imagine that he’s just living life like all of us ordinary people like,,,,,,,,,,,
  • has a parakeet for a pet that he named chamomile,,,,,like after the flower,,,,,,,like how cute
  • likes to play ambient instrumental music when he’s cooking or cleaning and he’ll sway to the music and hum ,,,,,,, has a personalized apron that was a gift from his mom like,,,,,,please
  • nags at all his other friends who are living alone because,,,,,,,do they not own feather dusters???? they don’t use coasters?????? 
  • “um i know your shoes are off but where are your slippers hyuk ive bought you like 5 pairs already-”
  • you know hakyeon because you live next door to each other, but also you’ve run into him at the same home economics store like a hundred times and he’s always in the candles section which you think is really adorable
  • like here is this tall, beautiful looking man getting overly excited about candles,,,,,,like it just always makes you smile when you see him
  • and you actually have a date tonight with someone you’ve liked since,,,,,forever and you finally had the courage to ask them out and they’re coming for dinner
  • and as you’re preparing you’re like OOO i should get a candle for the table,,,,,,,but sadly you have none - BUT there is someone who can totally help you out
  • and when you knock on hakyeon’s door he more than gladly lends you a candle and he’s like “are you finally getting into them like me??” and you’re like “hmmm,,,,,,you could say that,,,,,,”
  • and you put it on the table, planning to light it when your date shows up,,,,,,,,but,,,,,,an hour passes
  • than two
  • and you realize as the clock hits 10 pm and your hungry stomach is growling that the person isn’t coming,,,,and you check your phone for absolutely no messages
  • and you sit at the table and put your head down on it and sigh because this always happens, you get your hopes up and they come crashing down around you
  • and you look up and see the candle and you’re like “might as well return this.” so you drag yourself up and knock on hakyeon’s door again
  • and he answers with a smile that turns to a frown when he sees you standing there, dejected and you’re like “i,,,,,,ended up not needing it.”
  • and hakyeon is like looking at you and just from the saddness written over your face he can tell,,,,,,,,,,that this candle was meant to be shared with someone,,,,,,but that didn’t happen
  • and quietly he asks if you might want to talk about it, but you just shrug your shoulders and you’re like “there’s nothing to say, they just,,,,,,didn’t show up.” and hakyeon is like “maybe something came up-” and you laugh sadly and you’re like “i think,,,,,,they just stood me up.”
  • and hakyeon makes a face and is like “well then, they must be out of their minds. but that makes sense.” and you look up at him and he’s like “well,,,,,,,,let’s just say if you asked me to dinner i wouldn’t make you wait number one and i wouldn’t make you cook for me, i’d be thankful to invite you over and cook for you! i’d have to be the one doing the impressing, i’d feel so lucky to have gotten someone like you to say yes to me.”
  • and you’re staring at him,,,,,,,in shock because no one has ever said something so flattering to you and you’re like in your head like he’s just trying to cheer you up it doesn’t mean anything
  • and you try to smile and you’re like “,,,,thank you,,,,,,,if only everyone was like you,,,,,,,,” and hakyeon steps to the side and is like
  • “no one is like me, but im serious. come in and let me impress you, if you’re ok with having that date with me instead?”
  • and for a moment you’re like,,,,,,is this,,,,,,,seriously happening?
  • and hakyeon is smiling, showing you the candle and with a wink he’s like “we can even light this too!”
  • and you suddenly blush,,,,, looking away and hakyeon is like “it’s ok if you feel uncomfortable, i won’t push you to sta-”
  • but your stomach is like please,,,,,,feed me,,,,,,,but also,,,,,,,like hakyeon???? inviting you???? to a dinner date?????? did fate arrange this or something,,,,,did getting stood up just turn into the best thing ever????
  • and that’s exactly what happens you find yourself seated at hakyeon’s dinner table and he’s like “pardon my humble choice of cooking instant meals,,,,,,,im not that good,,,,,,at cooking”
  • and you’re like “it’s fine, im impressed either way.” and hakyeon laughs at your little joke and he’s like “is it the candle that got you?”
  • and you’re like “maybe, but also,,,,,,,,,,,,it’s hard not to be impressed when i just,,,,,well ,,,,,,,look at you”
  • and hakyeon sits back and touches his face and he’s like “really? well,,,,i knew i wasn’t bad looking but im glad it worked on you~”
  • and you’re like “hakyeon, not to be blunt but it works on EVERYONE”
  • and hakyeon laughs again, but this time you can see him clear his throat in slight embarrassment and oh my god YOU just made the GREAT hakyeon blush
  • and you get giddy eating your instant dinner and hakyeon is just like “when i see the person who stood you up, i might just throw this candle in th-”
  • and you’re like no no don’t do that,,,,,but oh my god who knew such savagery lay beneath such a handsome face
  • hakyeon: ;) 

Taekwoon

  • simple, no games, grey and white patterned everything 
  • pictures of his family and of his nephew in frames on his desk and hanging up on his wall
  • doesn’t,,,,,,,,,,,,,have a tv??????? how does he entertain himself?????
  • really big bookshelf though,,,,,he really likes to read. has recently gotten into composing so he bought himself a keyboard and a program for his laptop but he isn’t really sure how to go about it just yet
  • has like (1) painting in his house that his friend ken made for him and taekwoon isn’t even sure,,,,,like,,,,,,what it is,,,,,,,,but ken specifically did it in black and white so it would fit what he calls “taekwoon’s aura” and so taekwoon hung it up,,,,,,like near his bathroom,,,,,,,not somewhere everyone could see it 
  • the most updates appliance in his entire apartment: his fridge. just got a new one because the old one didn’t have an ice-maker
  • doesn’t like magnets but his nephew’s photo has to be in every room so he got a magnet just to put up a photo on his fridge,,,,,,,best uncle taekwoon tbh
  • sings in the shower
  • and of course: has a cat. named it leo,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh the irony
  • and so you know him,,,,because you guys live on the last floor of the building and it’s a lot of stories up so when you take the elevator together it’s MEGA awkward because it takes a good 5 min to get up to the last floor and neither of you ever say anything
  • until one day you decide,,,,,hey maybe you’ll try making conversation but of all the things to talk about you like bring up something super random and you’re like “what’s your opinion on,,,,,,,,cats? i think dogs are a bit better as a pet,,,” and taekwoon just looks you dead in the eyes and is like “i have a cat.”
  • and the door opens and he walks out and you’re like OH MY GOD REALLY OUT OF ALL THE THINGS YOU SAID YOU DONT LIKE CATS AND HE HAS ONE LIKE ARE YOU SERIOUS WHAT THE HE-
  • and from that moment on you cannot. get in the elevator with him
  • like you see him coming and you pretend to go back to your mailbox or you just look at your phone and hope he just leaves without you
  • and usually he does until one day he holds the elevator open and he’s like “it’s here, you should come in.”
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,right. yep
  • and you’re like why the HELL do i live on the highest floor i could have taken the stairs but it would have killed me
  • and as you’re going up, thinking about how horrible the situation is you suddenly hear taekwoon go “did you ever get the dog?” and you look over to him and you’re like ,,,,,,,,um,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,what
  • but then you remember and you’re like “i,,,,,no i didn’t. i want to, but,,,,,,i don’t know.”
  • and taekwoon is silent again and you’re like i messed up. it’s over for good now
  • until you get to your floor and he’s like “you can come and see my cat. she’ll make you change your mind. cats are great.”
  • and you’re like ?????? is he inviting me over
  • and taekwoon opens his door and holds it and is like “if you’d like, you can come.” and you’re like um,,,,,well ok,,,,,,i suppose
  • and his cat is really pretty,,,,,,all white fur and blue eyes and she takes kindly to you, weaving between your legs curiously and you lean down to let her sniff you before petting her
  • and taekwoon comes over and he’s like “you can hold her.” and he picks her up effortlessly and you stretch out your arms to take her and she’s so,,,,,,,warm
  • and you’re smiling because she’s so cute and you look at taekwoon and you’re like “she’s so calm, i thought cats didn’t like being held”
  • and you go back to the cat and taekwoon watches and the corner of his mouth pulls up a bit
  • and you have to go after a while and taekwoon says goodbye, and for the first time he also adds on a “make sure to eat.”
  • and it gives you the confidence then over the weekend to knock on his door and you’re just sheepishly like hey,,,,,,im going to the animal shelter today to pick out a,,,,,,,,kitten,,,,,,,,,wanna come?
  • and you think he might turn you down but he nods so fast and returns in 1 min with his jacket and keys
  • and you two have fun with all the kittens together and,,,,,,,,,,,,,it’s basically a first date because afterwards taekwoon pays for the cat food for you new pet and c’mon only potential boyfriends would do that hEY 

Ken 

  • how,,,,,,,has he survived this long? no one knows 
  • his apartment doubles as his art studio,,,,,and let’s just say it’s more obvious to be an artists studio than it is to be humanly inhabited as an apartment
  • im talking canvases everywhere, paint evERYWHERE, pencils and pens scattered on the floor and stuck into mugs that are sTILL full of coffee
  • when ken sleeps, he sleeps on the floor right beside whatever he’s working on and yes a couple of times he’s rolled himself over a drying painting and ended up waking up covered in stains
  • had to walk around with a big blob of green on his cheek for a good three hours until hongbin came over and was like “what,,,,,,is on your face?”
  • likes to party and drink, at other peoples houses with other people or by himself with his art
  • hakyeon once told him to maybe get some decorations so ken picked a flower from the street and stuck it into an empty wine bottle and was like “wa-la,,,,,,,,,,,flower in a vase”
  • hakyeon smack his hand against his face so loud the Whole world can hear it
  • probably walks around his apartment fully naked like that’s the Most Normal thing
  • and one night,,,,,,,,,drunk painter ken ends up forgetting his keys (of course) and so to get into his home he needs to climb the fire escape
  • and he’s 100% sure he’s climbing it up to the open window of HIS living room
  • but instead he goes head first onto a carpet,,,,,,and he doesn’t have a carpet,,,,,,,,but you do
  • and you jump off the sofa, almost spilling your drink all over yourself when you see this long limbed dude climb through your window
  • and you’re like whaT THE HELL and you pick up a nearby magazine to use as a weapon
  • but then the person rolls over and you see the face and you’re like “ken?”
  • and he makes a noise and you’re like “ken,,,,,,what the hell are you doing?” 
  • and you look out of the window to figure out how he got up here because yeah the fire escape,,,,,,,,but that thing is like 15 feet off the ground how did he climb the side of the wall,,,,,,,,,,,,while being drunk?????
  • and you wanna ask him but he’s fallen asleep, drooling onto your carpet
  • and you’d wake him up with a kick or something but,,,,,,,you feel bad for him also like maybe,,,,,,,,just a bit,,,,,,,,you’ve always found him really cute
  • so you cover him with a blanket and get back on your couch
  • and when you wake up it’s ken whose shaking your shoulder and you’re ??????? huh and he’s like “HEY thanks for letting me crash on your floor, im gonna go now”
  • and you’re like huh what ok
  • and you go back to sleep and when you wake up you’re like what,,,happened,,,,,,was it a dream???/
  • but when you leave your house to go shopping you see something taped to your door and it’s a little drawing of ken smiling and he’s like ‘thanks for not kicking me out! thanks for letting me climb through your window!’
  • and you laugh and keep the drawing and when you’re coming back home you see ken on his way inside too and you’re like “hows your hangover?” and he’s like “KILLER, but last night gave me some art inspiration!!” and you’re like omg that’s cool and he’s like “by the way - how do you feel about sitting for a portrait?” and you’re like “that sounds nic- WAIT WHAT” and he’s like “,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,i want to paint you. if that’s ok,,,,,,,i was originally gonna paint you from memory but i kinda want to look at you more.”
  • and you’re like “so you can paint me better?”
  • ken: “oh no, i just like looking at you.”
  • you: “are you flirting with me after climbing through my window drunk last night?”
  • ken: “is it,,,,,,,,,,working?”
  • you: “a little”
  • ken: “then yes im flirting with you, how about this i paint you and you tell me about yourself,,,,,,like a first date kinda situation,,,”
  • and you sit there, well more like avoid sitting on any wet paint stains and ken is working on drawing you but he’s also asking you silly questions like what your alien name would be
  • and he’s really cute,,,,,,when half his body isn’t hanging out of your window
  • also he really can draw,,,,but you’re also like “ken where’s all your furniture”
  • and ken just makes a vague hand gesture and he’s like “somewhere”
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,ooo so minimalist 

maybalwild  asked:

Hey! I loved your Drunk RFA headcanon so maybe I can ask a similar headcanon? How about RFA + Saeran had a fight with MC and she break up with them. And one day they are so sad and drink a LOT and call her in the phone apologizing and ask her to come back? Sorry if this is confusing, my english isn't so good. Thank u

Aw thank you for liking my work!! also your english is fantastic don’t worry ^^ 

RFA + Saeran Breakup 


YOOSUNG

  • “You know what Yoosung I’m fed up with you comparing me to Rika all the time, it hurts you know, do you even know that?! You probably don’t care. I love you.. but I guess you only need Rika. Y-you know what I’m done, we’re over”
  • The words echo through Yoosung’s mind as he chugs another beer down
  • He loves her, he hell is sure of it but he made a grave mistake
  • He knows she loathed being compared to Rika but he still is a fool to keep doing it
  • Yoosung remembers all the times she made him happy, all the times they laughed, cooked together, held hands, held her waist as she sits on his lap while he plays LOLOL
  • He misses it all
  • Wet tears burned his eyes and he didn’t even try to stop them, he was too tired
  • He felt his phone around his pocket and absentmindedly called MC, wanting to hear her voice, wanting to feel her presence even if it was just her voice
  • “Hello?”
  • “Oh God you picked up, I’m- I’m so sorry MC! I love you I really do, I was stupid I was so so stupid MC I need you. I need you, my princess please MC I love you”
  • “Yoosung are you drunk right now”
  • Her voice made him smile but the reality of what he’s doing right now made him feel embarassed
  • “I’m sorry…”
  • MC sighed
  • “I’m sorry for hurting your feelings yoosung, tell you what get yourself sobered, come over here and let’s have a talk, I-I miss you”
  • “Y-yes! yes MC i’ll do just that! I’ll do everything just to have you in my arms again, I love you so much”

ZEN 

  • Zen did it, he knows the weight of the situation and he blew it, god was he really this stupid?
  • “Zen I know you have a career to take care of and you know I support you but can’t you atleast give me some of your time! You barely even look at me nowadays and you’ve been smoking and drinking nonstop. Take care of yourself!”
  • “Look MC I’m tired, can’t you just sleep already”
  • “No! Zen I love you, if you keep being like this to me and to yourself you’ll break us apart”
  • “I’m the one breaking us apart? You’re the one here being all clingy and shit. If you truly do support me then do me a favor and just not talk to me for a while”
  • “And for how long? a day? a month? Why don’t we just call this off. You don’t even care about me”
  • Zen punched the wall as he felt something red and dripping running along his knuckles
  • He couldn’t even feel it, he was just so numb
  • How could he treat his girl this way??
  • How could he be such an awful man to her when all she ever done was support him and give him all the love she can give to anyone
  • He was a person of mistakes, an ugly, horrible person and he knows it, his parents know it
  • Situations like this makes him remember the way she complimets him and cheers him on, telling him that he’s the most beautiful guy in the world, both in and out
  • God did he miss her
  • It wasn’t a surprise that by the next minute he’s ringing her 
  • “Zen look I don’t really feel like talki-”
  • “Please MC hear me out..”
  • “I love you okay? I love you so godamn much and I know what I did was wrong. I know you only wanted the best for me and I know my career has been taking its toll on you. You’ve made that sacrifice for me from the beginning and I was stupid to take it for granted! I-I’m so stupid MC….. I promise I will be the best for you, i promise to give you the attention you deserve. I’ll even quit my career for you! I can work it out with my director, I’ll tell them that it’s time for me to stop and-”
  • “NO” MC shouted through the phone
  • “Zen you don’t have to, acting is your life. Let’s talk this out in person and when you’re sober okay?”
  • “How do you know i’m drunk?”
  • “I know my love enough, let’s meet tomorrow”
  • “Yes please”

JAEHEE

  • “Are you kidding me? are you actually kidding me right now Jaehee? You’re disgusting! I never would beliieve you’d do something like this. i thought you were different!”
  • Jahee also honestly couldnt believe she would do such a thing
  • She had just cheated on MC.
  • A coworker of hers, her lips locked around her own and MC stepped right straight into the scene
  • she tried to cover it up but it was too late, she had been caught
  • “MC I-”
  • “Save it Jaehee, we’re over”
  • God what have I done
  • Jaehee felt so disgusted with herself, so mad that she submitted a full resignation
  • Even Jumin was surprised and disappointed of her actions
  • Jaehee then decided to drink, trying to reminisce the last remaining laughter she and MC sharing, sobbing really really loudly
  • She then decided to call MC, wanting her back even though she knows the answer
  • She atleast need to her an apology, Mc deserved an apology and she deserved someone better for her
  • “Jaehee?”
  • “MC I’m so sorry. I’m so disgusting and you were right. I love you so much and I just need you back MC”
  • “Jaehee you know what you’ve done”
  • “I know and ugh im stupid to even ask for you to be mine again but I tried didnt I? You always told me to try. I just wanted to say that I’m sorry, you deserved an apology”
  • “Yes and I forgive you, just know that I can’t anymore, not after what you did”
  • “I understand…. I hope you find someone who will treat you right, MC. Just know that i will always love you”
  • Goodbye

JUMIN

  • Jumin was currently at the restaurant MC was working at
  • A wine bottle or five strewn across his table
  • But MC didn’t see him, she was quite far to be honest
  • And Jumin requested that he be seated the farthest where he can only observe 
  • “Ugh MC why are you this clumsy? You ruined a deal with my business partner”
  • “I’m so sorry Jumin I was only trying to help”
  • “Help? By spilling coffee all over my suit? Outrageous!”
  • “I’m so sorry”
  • “Why am I with someone who turns me into a fool infront of work”
  • “Jumin I am so so sorry”
  • “Sorry won’t cut it, I need to be alone”
  • MC had only been giving Jumin his coffee when she accidentally spilled it on him, landing him a decline in his proposal
  • He was enraged but not as much as MC left the next day, leaving his penhouse dark and empty, MC had taken all of her belongings with her
  • Something in Jumin broke as he began to shout at himself that echoes throughout his home, or what used to be. MC was his home 
  • He was feeling lonely yet numb at the same time, he was feeling a whirl of bad emotions as he observes MC laughing with a male co-worker of hers
  • mine
  • He brought out his phone as he shamelessly dialed MC’s number
  • “Hello?”
  • Jumin’s word caught in his throat as he found it completely foolish to be scolding her at this time
  • His hard gaze turned sad as he felt his tears against his cheeks
  • “I’m sorry”
  • “Jumin..”
  • Their eyes locked and MC gasped at the sight before her
  • “What are you doing here? How much did you drink”
  • “It doesn’t matter, I’m sorry”
  • “Your intentions were pure, instead, I took it harshly and I have never felt so much hatred for myself. You are my light MC and without you I am nothing. Without you I am just this emotionless shell of a corporate heir. You brought out these feelings in me and I have never treasured anyone as I have treasured you. You are my home, you are my family and I will forever hold this in my guilt. I love you”
  • “Jumin I’m sorry too”
  • “Now if you would be willing to come in my arms again you would make me the happiest man”
  • “Of course”
  • MC ran straight at him and gave him the tightest hug
  • “I am still correct though. You do turn me into a fool”
  • “Hm?”
  • “A fool in love with you”

SEVEN

  • Seven couldn’t concentrate, he couldn’t at all
  • Why would he, when he had just cheated on his most precious girl
  • But he was under a powerful drug
  • His agency thought it would be a good punishment to have him aroused towards a different girl for making a mistake in his work
  • But he felt so so guilty. It made him hate himself more
  • So when MC found out, she left and he couldn’t utter the words he wanted to say
  • He wanted to say he loves her and that it was a mistake. A horrible horrible mistake
  • And that it wasn’t his fault, he wanted to tell her that he was sorry but he couldn’t
  • No words came out of his mouth, only silent pleas to stay that never really caught MC’s ears
  • Maybe at that time he was thinking of how much he didn’t deserve MC and that it was a good opportunity for her to leave him. To be free so that she wouldn’t experience the pain of being with him
  • But Seven regrets it
  • He regrets it all
  • He needed MC back. She was the one who brought him life, happiness. She was all he needed and he let her slip away from his fingers
  • He felt his growing stupidity as he clutched at his chest, trying to make the pain go away as he watched a CCTV footage of MC at her home.
  • He had installed a camera in her living room for safety purposes and he didn’t want to barge in her privacy but he needed her. He needed to see that she was safe. He needed to see an evidence of her existing
  • With shaky hands, Saeyoung reached for his phone and called MC
  • Seeing MC grab hers, his heart was already at his throat
  • And when she answered the call, the first thing she heard were professions of love
  • “MC I love you I love you I love you I love you” 
  • “I… don’t know Saeyoung, after what you’ve done I don’t think I can believe that anymore”
  • He can see her shivering as she silently cried
  • “No no you don’t understand it was because of the agency! I was forced! please hear me out I… i don’t want to lose you. I will fight. I will fight for your love and I will do whatever it takes for you to come back to me please I love you too much. My heart is just about to burst from all this love so please.. please hear me out”
  • “Only just about?”
  • “Huh?” 
  • “Your heart is only just about to burst? Mine already did for you” 
  • MC chuckled
  • She fricking chuckled
  • Saeyoung could feel tears or relief as he felt his chest unclogging
  • “I’ll head over straight there and we’ll talk okay?”
  • “I’ll be waiting, Saeyoung”
  • He kissed his computer with her footage as he readied his car

SAERAN

  • Saeran had said some hurtful things
  • Very hurtful things
  • He was so mad, so so mad at himself
  • MC, the girl who’s always by his side, the girl who was willing to go through his recovery now left him
  • He felt so broken and was shaking
  • Saeyoung was trying to calm him down but he couldn’t, not when he just felt the light being sucked out of his life
  • And his comforting didn’t feel like MC’s, not at all
  • Hers was gentle and delicate and her scent was intoxicating, enough to put him into a calm oblivion
  • But she’s not here anymore, there was no one to calm him through the rage of his night terrors, no one to hold him close as she whispers soothing words into his ear
  • No body to grasp unto when he couldn’t breathe and couldn’t stop the tears from flowing
  • Her hugs were the best, so kind, so comforting, so loving
  • But she’s gone
  • “I messed up Saeyoung, I messed up this one thing that keeps me going”
  • “Call her, go to her. I can’t stand seeing you like this”
  • “She wouldn’t want to be with me anymore, I messed up I messed up”
  • Saeran was now rocking back and forth as he hugs his body closer
  • Feel her warmth, feel her warmth
  • “Yes hello MC, yes he’s here. Alright I’ll give the phone to him”
  • Saeran’s eyes snapped to his brother as he gave him the hardest look he could muster.
  • But he still took the phone anyways
  • “I’ll be right there Saeran wait for me! I’ll be there” 
  • He heard MC panting and he was dumbfounded
  • She’ll come back? Doesn’t she hate him?
  • “MC… I love you”
  • “I love you too… so so much. Wait for me a little longer okay?”
  • The twins heard the door open as they found MC on her phone, still panting
  • She went straight into Saeran’s arms as she stroked his hair and kissed his forehead
  • “I’m so sorry MC”
  • “I”m sorry too Saeran
  • “Don’t ever leave me”
  • “I’ll always be with you”
A Helping Hand (and maybe mouth)  {Lee Jooheon + IM Changkyun}

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anonymous asked:

1/3 i love your clexa writing and ive got a topic that isnt the nicest but im hoping youll still discuss it. lets not gloss over clarkes faults just cause shes the other half of our ship. we all know shes manipulative, cunning and stubborn. she has manipulated and used lexa more than once. i think these incidents all happened early on tho? so ok not so bad i guess? i dont like how she acted so hypocritically later on(killing Emerson), even tho she did come around. still, she went there. but my

biggest issue is when she proposed blood must not have blood. i have no doubt lexa made the choice cause its something shes always wanted as well. but did clarke fully know that? did clarke even consider the further risk to the grounders(more villages attacked) and to lexas very life this would bring? she seemed to be having a one track mind and only considering the well being of her people, not the grounders, not lexa. when titus out right tells her lexas life is at risk, she doesnt offer up anything. doesnt ask if theres anything that can be done to lessen the risk, doesnt propose a new compromise, doesnt seem concerned with anything other than making sure not one of her ppl are harmed. ‘including’(one must assume) the killers as well. it bothers me that she didnt seem too concerned with the risks this huge thing lexa was doing(cause she seemed shocked when lexa agreed, i dont think she knew how much lexa also wanted peace) was going to bring about upon lexa and her people

Ok um. I wouldn’t say she ever “used” Lexa. Tried to manipulate, yeah, but she never downright used her. And you’re right, the most memorable incidents happen early on, see Clarke’s bluff about being able to cure the Reapers, twisting and omitting certain events in regards to Anya’s death, trying (and failing) to convince Lexa to spare Finn. Clarke is good with words, she’s always been. She’s extremely clever and her power of persuasion is impressive. Think about all the characters she convinced to do something she wanted at least once by using the right words, from Bellamy to Nia the list could be endless.

You’re not the only one who has issues with how they handled “blood must not have blood”, so I’m not going to defend what happened 100%. But it’s pointless to criticize poor writing now, so I’m only going to focus on what we got in the show, not the what-ifs. Yes, Clarke definitely reflected on what to say to Lexa; as I said, she’s masterful at understanding what to say and how to say it depending on the circumstances. Her main concern when she first makes that proposition to Lexa is that her people survive. Clarke doesn’t want the people she loves and many other innocents to pay for the actions of a few. So she makes that shocking suggestion. But how shocking is it, really? How shocking is it for Lexa?

First, I want to focus on this brief exchange between Lexa and Indra. (x)

They are discussing about the best way to proceed, and as it’s clear from their grave voices and faces, the answer isn’t as simple as it appears. “In a day’s time we lay waste to Arkadia,” Lexa said right after finding out what happened. She was furious in that moment, and had the right to be. She found 300 of her people slaughtered for no reason, and Indra, one of her most trusted people, told her that Skaikru reject peace and demand land. So she calls for blood. But when her initial rage settles down and she starts thinking more logically about what her next move should be, we get this moment with Indra, and we see that she’s incredibly worried about what is supposed to be the obvious “solution” too. War. Because that’s not a simple solution at all, and the outcome is not at all certain. They have the numbers, sure, but Skaikru has guns. This never ending issue is even brought up again by Clarke in the latest ep of the show, when she’s negotiating with Roan.

It’s not as easy as it seems, Lexa knows that. That’s why she is so concerned. Not to mention that we have been told repeatedly in the show just how different Lexa is. It has been established that she is a visionary, that she doesn’t take joy in violence, that unlike her predecessors she doesn’t want war, she wants unity and peace.

Now, why am I saying all this? To show that Clarke’s proposition and Lexa’s subsequent decision don’t come out of the blue. Clarke doesn’t have to make her way in Lexa’s head and warp her thoughts: those thoughts are already there. I feel the need to bring up the script, because it makes what I’m trying to say even more evident.

See what I mean? Even if they come out on top, Lexa is well aware that there can be no winners in a clash of this kind. No matter who prevails, it will be a bloodbath anyway. And that’s when Clarke comes in. She gets there and suggests that Lexa changes things. Indra is quick to remind Clarke that blood must have blood, to which Clarke replies “Really? Because from where I stand the only way that ends is with everyone dead.” If you look at the script, that’s exactly what Lexa was thinking too, BEFORE Clarke said anything.

If we talk about attempts at manipulation, I actually would like to compare this scene to the conversation Clarke and Lexa have in 2x08, when Clarke is trying to convince Lexa to spare Finn. They start in a similar way.

  • 2x08

LEXA: You bleed for nothing. You can’t stop this.
CLARKE: No. Only you can.

  • 3x05

LEXA: Tell us, Clarke. How does this end? Have you come up with a way to save your people yet again?
CLARKE: No. Only you can do that.

Albeit extremely similar, note the difference there is already between these two exchanges. Yes, there is bitterness in Lexa’s voice, and maybe even the hint of sarcasm, but still, she is open to listening to what Clarke has to say, whereas in 2x08 she tells Clarke there’s no point in discussing (and bleeding). And then we get to the way Clarke tries to approach Lexa, which is strikingly different. (x)

Let’s focus on 2x08. Clarke goes for Lexa’s psyche. She takes that little information she received about Lexa, mixes it with her assumptions about how Grounders are, and she tries to use all that to influence Lexa and make her do what she wants, which is release Finn. What does she tell Lexa?

  1. To give a proof of her power. She is flattering Lexa, telling her she is powerful, hoping Lexa will be more easily convinced if she appreciates her strength.
  2. To show that she is merciful. She has already had proof of Lexa being a merciful person, and Lincoln confirmed it as well. So she shows Lexa she recognizes this characteristic that she has come to realize is important to Lexa, and encourages her to do something that will make other people consider her merciful too.
  3. To not act like a savage. She’s telling Lexa that that’s how her people will see her if she does this, not as the merciful leader, but as a barbarian basically. She is telling her to prove them wrong.

Clarke’s words fall flat, though. She is trying to influence Lexa’s decision, yes, with a speech that sounds very much like Clarke is saying Lexa can elevate herself from the “status” of savage that the Sky People have applied to the majority of the grounders. It all sounds too much like Lexa has to prove something to the Sky People, like it is important that Lexa impresses them positively, almost like she has to prove the good guys that she isn’t a bad guy. But Lexa doesn’t care about impressing them, definitely doesn’t care about the Sky People considering her a bad guy or a savage. “We are what we are.” She sees what Clarke is trying to do and she doesn’t fall for it. It’s not accidental that when Clarke stops trying to manipulate her and instead uses more personal arguments, Lexa doesn’t shut her down as coldly as she did at first but instead replies to her, “But Finn is guilty […] Then he dies for you.” and eventually even lets Clarke say goodbye.

So here you have the failed attempt at manipulation. Instead let’s look at 3x05 now.

There is no beating around the bush here. Clarke tells it like is. Her people did something horrible. And Clarke doesn’t even think about trying to justify them. She’s past that mentality of Sky People being better than Grounders that was still in place in 2x08 (even if progress had been made already). Here, she knows her people are in the wrong and what they did was awful. So no, I don’t think that she is trying to manipulate Lexa, even if only because she knows that Lexa is right in wanting justice. Of course Clarke is not going to say “Go ahead, kill them all.” There are people she loves in Arkadia, people she knows have nothing to do with what Pike and his group did. She talks to Lexa, she suggests an alternative to war (which we already saw it’s not what Lexa wants) and she argues her position with powerful words, because we’ve seen that Clarke is very good at doing that. But it’s all in Lexa’s hands really. Clarke never tries to insinuate her thoughts into Lexa’s mind. 

You know, I’m thinking about 2x08, about how Clarke told Lexa to prove herself, and I’m thinking about manipulation techniques. The events of Hakeldama take place a few days after Lexa bowed before Clarke and swore fealty to her. Now imagine if during her conversation with Lexa in 3x05, Clarke had said something like “Show me your words weren’t empty. Show me your vow is real.

THAT would have been a true attempt at manipulating Lexa. But it never happens. She doesn’t manipulate Lexa, she reasons with her. I think it’s important to notice that Clarke tried to reason with her people too in this same episode, and she failed. Her discussion with Bellamy was a complete disaster, and she couldn’t even get to Pike. Look at what she tells Lexa. (x)

Maybe it’s just me, but I’ve always considered this line right here pretty big. Clarke is placing her trust in Lexa here, she is trusting Lexa to do what her people didn’t, to be better than them. I don’t know, I’ve always found that a pretty huge deal. So no, I can’t really bring myself to say Clarke manipulated Lexa here.

As for what you said about not listening to Titus, I think it’s important to remember that their conversation takes place in 3x06, the episode that features the return of Emerson, who is the personification of Clarke’s demons. She is upset for the majority of the episode, she is so desperate to run away from what she did that she doesn’t think twice about agreeing with Titus that Emerson deserves death, basically going against everything she and Lexa discussed at the end of 3x05 and the beginning of 3x06. Is she being an hypocrite? Yes. And we’re supposed to see her as such, because we’re supposed to perceive how deeply her guilt is conditioning her. The narrative makes sure we see her hypocrisy, via Lexa’s words, “So blood must not have blood applies only when it is my people who bleed”, and Clarke’s reply to that sounds very much like a justification. So it’s not a surprise that she doesn’t listen to Titus when he comes talk to her in her room, she’s not in the right state of mind to do that. Also I would like to point out that this is Clarke’s face when Titus tells her Lexa’s life could be in danger. (x)

Even as upset as she is about Emerson, you can still see that she is worried for Lexa. Definitely not indifferent. 

Also, I would advise reading this analysis by @spacewalkeravenreyes in regards to the connection between 3x06 and 3x12, the episode in which Clarke kills Emerson, but what she did wasn’t hypocritical. Her killing him doesn’t deny the importance of her sparing him in 3x06.

Anyway, this got far too long. TL;DR I don’t think Clarke manipulated Lexa with “Blood Must Not Have Blood”. Clarke is smart and cunning and yes, she can be manipulative too when she wants to, but she is not the devious, evil snake sometimes the fandom takes her for. 

anonymous asked:

do you have tips on taking notes?

yes!! i have many, so i tried to make it easier for you to navigate :)

L O N G post ahead of you, covering lecture notes and readings notes, from a college senior :)

lecture notes:

  • i suggest using a notebook and pen, physically writing down. it’s easier to study, and since it’s using your body, you have a much higher retention rate on your side than if you use a laptop.
    • i have used my laptop for taking notes before. it’s easier to take more notes, word for word, but that’s not always helpful. maybe that’s your style, especially if you enjoy rewriting your notes all pretty and more successfully when you get home. i am not that girl. 
    • more notes does not always equal better! it’s good for you to listen actively, selecting what is important and what is not. i take very thorough notes. i take a lot of notes. if you need notes for a missed class, i. am. your. girl. that doesn’t mean i write out everything word for word. selecting details, clauses, and images really helps me to not only keep up, but also to memorize later. plus, when you’re typing, it’s easier to type all the words out without really processing the whole meaning. remember that dense notes are harder to study
    • finally, when you write by hand, you can get more creative with your style. occasionally, i’ll web notes out from one, rather than a traditional outline, bc it makes more sense for the topic
    • it also helps my anxiety! so much! if i force myself to take great in depth notes, then my mind has to dedicate more brain space to the task at hand than to my anxieties.
    • stick to one of these though. it really sucks to get into a test and realize you didn’t study half of your notes bc you forgot half were on your laptop. it’s awful lol.
    • if you use a laptop, get used to how it works first. do u know how much i resent trying to switch from a bullet that is under other bullets (like this one, not filled in) to a main point bullet (the ones filled in). it can be so confusing. also make sure you use a program you like. you can take directly into documents, but i find that i really love evernote, as i can make notebooks for classes, stacks of notebooks for my college, and that i can tag notes with specific classes and topics.
    • if you’re on paper, for fuck’s sake, divide your notebook into sections for classes. keep it all together. those notebooks with handy dandy dividers are so helpful, and they keep you from carrying around 5 notebooks at once.
  • i wouldn’t worry too much about highlighters and such in class. there’s just so much going on then. save highlighting and color coding for later, and count it as studying.
  • don’t worry about traditional outlining styles, with roman numerals or whatever. i take notes very simply. bullets/dashes, subnotes under a broad note. 
    • do it how it makes sense to you! maybe that includes different bullet styles, different places for different types of information (on a simple level, i start writing chapter numbers and titles as far to the left as i can go, over the margins, in bold and capital letters. i also usually go over these later in a certain color marker)
    • in some classes it is helpful for me to write the topic along the top of the page in a highlighter (color coding is lovely) the main idea/topic for each page. the classes this was most obviously helpful in were astronomy (COMETS or BLACKHOLES etc) and shakespeare (MUCH ADO ACT 2 or ROMEO etc)
    • it’s easiest to just note page numbers of referenced complex diagrams, as they are usually in your reading or accessible online
    • your style might look different in each class. whatever works.
  • note everything (everything) your professor writes on the board. if it’s important enough for your professor to write it, it’s probably important enough for you to write it.
  • note examples only if it’s helpful for your memory. however, make light note of things like famous people and their science/psych experiments. but in math and such, note! the! examples! and! reasons! will help you so much.
    • examples that have emotion, imagery, or sound are going to be more helpful. applicable examples are most helpful. good professors will lecture you accordingly. lazy ones will not.
  • star anything that the professor stresses or hints will be tested. anything that they say is a major theme or whatever.
  • note main ideas/points/themes, definitions, conclusions, 
  • use your tests to help you figure out what you need to know. ask questions about the tests too. in every class i’ve taken, i’m totally shocked at how willingly people ask about exam format and how willingly the professor will tell us how it will work. they want you to succeed.
  • people learn differently! i suggest taking notes in class and later adding touches that help you. count it as study time too. a warm up, if you will. 
    • if you’re visual, this might include highlighting, color coding, drawing diagrams, etc.
    •  if you’re an auditory learner, reading the notes out loud and organizing them accordingly, as well as making up rhymes, rhythms and such, might help you. some auditory learners actually like to record lectures and listen to them later. 
    • if you learn best through movement, rewriting or making flashcards will be great for you.
  • sometimes professors go really. fuckin. fast. why. idk? but
    • dont be afraid to ask them to go back a slide bc i guarantee, you will be the class hero for asking
    • develop a little bit of shorthand. sometimes i end up using initials, arrows, abbreviations… this is where i got “bc” and “thru” and “u” and such. lol. also, list things vertically, rather than using commas and “and/&/+) it’ll be more clear later
  • some professors you literally cannot take notes on. it sucks. you’re going to need to do the readings and pick their brains on how the test will be to figure out how to prepare. take home tests are your best friend. thank god for them. seriously. get your butt to church and do some worshipping.
  • if your professor puts powerpoints online, save the powerpoints, ya never know.
  • look at inspiration if you want, but remember that notes on studyblr are usually copied from class notes. if you’re too focused on how pretty your notes are, good luck to you
  • finally, the day before an exam, i review my notes that i have (hopefully) been studying. i like to make a one page cheat sheet / study guide on everything i didn’t remember, leaving out everything i understand, memorized, or want to disregard. 

reading notes:

ima be real and tell you i hardly ever do reading unless i will be tested on it in class in multiple choice. and im an english student. ye i suck, i know. i dont condone shirking the system but u know what, reading shakespeare or 18th century lit literally makes me want to kill myself. so, im a senior in college, and have barely ever done the reading for a class. the thing is, if you do it right, anything is better than just reading the words on the page and not getting the meaning. dont be a reading zombie. read actively, even if it’s not the actual reading. doing this, i have a 3.9 gpa. so. there’s hope for us yet.

first of all, yall need to do your damn reading. idc how. but due to the fact that a test will be multiple choice, essay answer, a presentation, or a paper, you’re going to not love pulling nothing out of your ass. can be done tho. just be fake deep.

that being said, i’m writing a lot below, but the reality is that if it’s lit, your notes dont have to be longer than a sentence. if it’s a textbook, more.

  • the same formatting question comes into play here, except it’s should you take notes in your book or in a notebook?
    • listen i’m always going to be pro notebook, pro physically writing it out as it helps me really get the information into my head, rather than more passively highlighting
    • i tend to do both, if im willing to mark up a book. i underline and highlight things that stick out to me, and i write them down as well. sometimes when reading literature/essays, if i know the contextual/meaning notes will be interesting to me later, i will copy notes both into my notebook and also less in depth onto post it notes (which also make sweet little flashcards btw), which i will stick into the passage. this is so helpful when a) im reading it again later and b) when we are discussing a passage in class
  • buy used books. it’s cheaper. until it happens to u, u do NOT UNDERSTAND how EXCITING it is to get a book that has highlights and underlines in it ALREADY. DUDE. my work is basically DONE for me. now take that lightly, bc often different ppl will highlight different pieces of information. however, it is helpful.
  • look up summaries. do not simply rely on cliffsnotes and sparknotes, esp since professors are very aware of these. google “title of book, summary, chapter notes, whatever youre looking for” and use the blog posts, the book reviews, the papers that come up. does this method probably take a bit longer? maybe? but it’s easier on my tired brain.
  • if you don’t have time to read your textbook one day and really want to, read the introduction and the conclusion to the chapter, or the first and last sentences to the paragraphs. it’s not great, but it’s something.
  • like your lectures, note definitions, conclusions, and helpful examples, as well as people and dates. if i’m reading literature and i’m deciding to be a smart student i will keep several logs as well. these logs will make it so. easy. to study for your exam:
    • updated character lists, including name, relationships, and anything defining and important
    • scene/chapter summaries, just a sentence summarizing what happened where
    • any quotes or themes that stand out
    • i highly highly highly recommend getting your hands on a copy of the well educated mind for note taking on a range of genres. this is what i had to use through high school and while it’s involved, it’s incredibly helpful.
  • if you’re going to have to cite your notes, note the page number in the margin every time you flip the page
  • the biggest issue i have with reading is when and where to do it. before or after class? always ask your professor if they do not tell you. where in your notebooks? i always do it on the next blank page bc leaving space stresses me the fuck out. make notes on the top of your pages of corresponding lectures/readings. 

for both lectures and readings i really really really suggest either having something to drink or something to snack on (think fruit, loose nuts, m&ms. small loose things rather than things u bite? idk they just last longer?)

okay i hope this was somewhat helpful even tho it’s an incredibly longwinded post. it seems like a lot, but the reality is that while i take a lot of notes, i don’t make them complicated, i don’t have rules, i just do what feels right in the moment. they’re not at all stressful. just take it easy and do whatever works for you :) 

if anyone has other tips, feel free to reply :)

me-a-hopeless-romantic  asked:

Can you write the Connor x Internet friend! Reader as a fanfic. I would love it if you did.

Message Me || Connor Murphy x Reader (PART 1 OF 5)


requested : yep
prompt: n/a
pairing : connor murphy x reader
warnings : suicide plan mention
additional notes : reader is female, based off of a Connor X Internet friend reader headcanon by @watch-the-whole-world-disappear, they meet on tumblr, connor runs an Edgy™ Aesthetic Blog, WHICH I RUN BTW, NOT THAT THERES ANYTHING ON IT YET BUT YEAH FOLLOW ME AT @connor-fvckng-mvrphy lmao it’s a Connor roleplay blog


Bored. Bored. Bored.

Bored is such a boring word. In this moment, you’ve never heard a word that describes you so much.

You scroll listlessly through your tumblr, liking random images and quotes from this one aesthetic blog that you follow. Your eyes wander, not that you’re finding anything interesting, until you come across an interesting poem.   

dark-aesthetic🔃connor-fvckng-mvrphy 

I have to get this
off my chest before
I straighten every crooked object
offensive clutter distraction
OCD
nervous as fuck
I’ll pull out every hair
or tear my fingers off
If I don’t figure out how to look
in your eyes
without screaming

I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I can’t remember anything before you
I can’t imagine anything without you
I want to live the rest of my life with you

But only if you think I’m cool
We should just kill ourselves

‘Interesting,‘ You think, 'Edgy, but very interesting.’

This guy (girl? other?) seems interesting. Relatable. You click on their name, intrigued.


At one click, you fall in love with the account. You follow on first sight.

According to his bio, his name is Connor and he’s seventeen. His posts consist of black-and-white photos of chipped nail-polish, of pale wrists with even paler scars zigzagged across the stick-thin appendage. Quotes by Poe, little poems like the first one you read. 

He’s tortured, you know. But you can’t bring yourself to message him, like the little stalker you are.

Hours of pouring over his account turn into days, days into weeks, until finally you have been an avid fan of his for a month. 

And then it all comes crashing down.

One day, you refresh your page, bored, and there’s a new post from him. Literally must have been posted not even a minute ago. 

connor-fvcking-mvrphy 

this is not going to be a great week
or year or life
or anything inbetween
i thought for a millisecond
that i had found a friend
a kindred spirit
but you fucking tore it up

fuck you, E.H.
your friend too
go ahead and laugh
laugh all you want
but will you be laughing when the school shooter is dead?

goodbye

You’re worried.

This poem…was not like the others.

This was angry. This was raw. This was…this was real.

You bite your lip. Your eyes flick down to the tags.

#suicide plan #goodbye

Shit. Your eyes widen and you click on your inbox, typing in a message frantically

you
hi I know you don’t know me but I just saw the tags on your newest poem and im freaking out
please please don’t kill yourself
I’m sorry it’s just your poems are really relatable and help me a lot and i feel like I’ve gotten to know you through them and oh my god you probably think I’m so creepy I’m so sorry

You wait, terrified, for a response.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Three,

four,

five.

There is no answer, and you bury your head in your pillow and try not to cry. You can’t help it, your shoulders shake with wracking sobs. You probably failed at saving this guy, you failed so bad. You suck, oh god, you suck.

After another five minutes of sobbing, you hear a loud ding from your phone, and you blearily stare at the screen through unshed tears.

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
im flattered
I didn’t realise that somebody actually read my poems or my tags or cared or…

You gasp in relief, fingers tap-tap-tapping out a reply. 

you
OH thank god I thought that you had…
Are you okay??
thats a stupid question omg I'm sorry

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
im fine
actually…i feel much better.
thanks for, you know.
caring.

you
Anytime!
I’m [y/n] btw

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
connor

you
i know
thats creepy oh my god;sorry

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
it’s fine ig I mean it is in my bio so??? its chill

you
:)

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
so this might sound weird but ????
you’re…pretty cool.
i just looked over your account and wanted to know
well you know
want to talk more???

you
wow im??? Really???

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
yeah i mean you helped me there,,,like a lot,,,

you
id love to !!!!


You talked almost every day. When you got down to it…he was a sweetheart. He was kind. He got you.

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
do you think, like…
well ever get to meet each other??
imean you’re a really great friend now and???
id like to meet you.

you
i wish
but we live like eight hours away from each other…

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
ill drive to you!

you
calm down, connor…lmao
we don’t want you burning out on the way

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
:( I don’t even know what you look like…

you
i don’t know what you look like either! XD

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
shit well
if I send you a picture of me
will you do the same?

you
sure ig

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
me.jpg my sister took the photo so,,,

you
WHOA
YOU’RE SO PRETTY WTF I THINK IM IN LOVE

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
id prefer handsome but I’ll take it
your turn, missy.

you
hnnghhh okay
bewarnedIlooklikeapotato.jpg

connor-fvckng-mvrphy

holy shit

you
bad???

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
YOU’RE SO FUCKING CUTE???
WHAT THE FUCK THAT SHOULD BE ILLEGAL IM-

you
no no no I am definitely not wtf you need your eyes checked?

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
no way you’re fucking adorable
i think /I’m/ in love you cute lil motherfucker


 connor-fvckng-mvrphy
we should swap phone numbers

you
and skype??

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
fuck yeah

you
oKay !!! im [skype/name] and my number is [number]

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
my Skype is the same as my tumblr and my phone number is XXXX XXXXXX

you
saved and I just texted you too :)

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
'hi Connor!!!!’ with a bunch of happy emojis?
dude you’re just,,,
thats really fucking cute

you
wh y???? do you keep calling me cute I’m???

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
because, as it turns out, i have a really cute best friend

you
best friend??
awww connor!!!

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
yeah yeah
you’re literally all I have, [y/n]

you
you’re my best friend too!!
i really wish i could meet you…

connor-fvckng-mvrphy 
me too…hold on a sec

you
connor??? you okay???

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
my sister just walked in and was being a dick, being nosy about who I’m talking to and not believing that it was a friend. She thinks I’m talking to my dealer.
i fucking hate her sometimes

you
do you?

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
…no
but she thinks I do. It’s easier to let her.

you
*internet hug*

connor-fvckng-mvrphy
Fuck…that’s cute.


 As time went on, you found yourself more and more drawn to Connor. His photos could always make you smile, and nothing brightened up a shitty day more than clicking on his Skype name and watching him answer a video call, smiling dopily at the camera.

And also as time went on…you slowly began to realise why.

You were in love with him. 

Fuck, you were in love with a guy eight hours away. A guy that you had never met in real life. What do you do?

…You continue pining for him over a distance, of course.

You watch yourself in the screen, waiting for Connor to pick up the Skype call. Soon enough, he does, and his grinning face fills the screen.

“Hey, [y/n].” He greets sleepily - it’s like, midnight over there - and rests his chin on his hands.

“Heya.” You wave at the camera, grinning sheepishly and a little shyly. The thrill of actually seeing him rather than just a message still gets you.

“It’s almost Valentine’s Day, huh?”

“Yep! Any special girl that you had in mind?” You ask, a hopeful smile plastered on your face.

“No, well…actually…” He furrows his brow, and your heart drops.

“Is she pretty?” You ask, concealing your jealousy. You could be there for him.

“She’s cute. Like, really fucking cute.” Connor says, watching you carefully.

Truth be told, Connor felt the same way. He was absolutely crazy about you, but he didn’t want to ruin this adorably heartwarming friendship you had.

To wake up and have no more *internet hug* messages or cute little reminders…it’d ruin his life. You were absolutely the only thing keeping him going.

You talked for ages, until it was about 2:30 on his end. Before long, he was getting tired. 

“I should go soon.” He says drowsily. 

“Mmmm.” You don’t want him to go. “Night, Con.”

“G'night.” He yawns. “Love you.”

You freeze. He freezes and hurriedly leaves the video chat.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Connor slams his head on his desk, pissed off. “I fucked up. I fucked up.” He mumbles.

A small chime comes from his computer and he bites his lip, glancing reluctantly at the screen.

you
i love you too!!!!

21

(le prompt) (soulmate au)

ao3

words: 1k

for @fuckthewaveringwood and @glitterytrashhh who wanted me to write it (thank you) :D


itd been years since i defeated the humdrum, since i left watford, and since i moved in with penny. most importantly, itd been years since id had to deal with baz. 

i was finally about to turn 21, and i cant wait to see who’s body i wake up in. the whole idea of switching bodies with my soulmate still freaks me out, but i cant help but pray i end up in my boyfriends flat (i did a lot of figuring out after watford). even if it means an awkward encounter with his mysterious, barely-there flatmate. 

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anonymous asked:

i saw ur post about chris evans and pls tell me u have one about aidan turner as well

listen my buddy, my pal, I have a lot of feelings about this question ok. aidan turner is like fcking international man of mystery fucking master of disguise, I don’t even know who I’m looking at half the time. he has so many looks??? I’ve never seen anything like it

lets start with this pretentious looking bastard. he looks like someone who takes you to an art gallery on the first date but not like a fun art gallery, this one is like some fundraiser he had to go to and needed a date so he didn’t look like a loser so he asks you to go with him and you agree cause damn ok you would hit that but when you’re there he has no idea what he’s talking about and he’s bullshitting about impressionism and shit talking the wine that they picked and how it doesn’t go with the cheese and you’re like ommgggg what have i done, but you sleep with him anyways and tell your friends about how he was a total douche but you keep his number saved as “pretentious art hoe” and you always agree to be his date 

then there’s this guy who looks like he took one psych class and now sits around trying to diagnose all of his friends. he drinks too much coffee and hangs out at mom and pop coffee shops cause he can’t give his money to starbucks and you’re fine with that except he also keeps asking you to look over his final papers and you realize that he doesn’t do any of his work himself but other than that he’s a good guy and listens to a lot of music and you’re down with that

look at this shit here tho, he looks like a guy who rides motorcycles and cancels half of your dates and when you go over to his house theres empty take out containers on the counter and on the coffee table and someone elses underwear on the floor and a guitar on the couch and you just keep telling yourself that it’s fine, everything is fine because jesus fucking christ no one should be allowed to look like this so you just suck up the shittyness and tell yourself that you do not have any feelings for him but sometimes at night he sings to you and you realize that this whole thing was a mistake but you’re along for the ride anyways because he’s also a good cook but he just keeps too many fucking secrets from you 

and then there’s this guy. total casual, he’s your bros bro, the broiest. he calls everyone bruv but would be ready to punch someone in an instant. he really only wears plain tshirts and he just looks like he would not put up with your shit and you are down for that 

and then he looks like a fucking owner of some fishing business in a small town off the coast of ireland but he never really goes out on the sea himself but his business is really successful and he really just hangs out in his house dressed up all nice and sometimes goes down to the pub and the whole town knows who he is but he stays really lowkey and everyone just talks about how lonely he looks like he lost someone at sea once and maybe he’s just waiting for her to come back

and then sometimes he looks like the second coming of jesus and he’s the guy you would sleep with and not tell anyone because of how fucking greasy he is and you end up calling him the greasy j and you say you don’t like how dirty he is but you secretly love it because he’s just a kind gentle soul deep down and always gives to charity and keeps adopting animals from the shelter 

sometimes he looks more like a supermodel than an actor. he looks like he just got done doing a stint in like the bahamas, his skin is v tan and his hair is lighter and super curly. like if you saw him walking down the street you would be like I am in the presence of someone important. it looks like he has a good modeling career tho, like he jetsets off to milan and paris a lot and he doesn’t really talk to anyone because deep down inside he’s like a tortured artist and no one really understands him but like you would totally be down for understanding him if you catch my first 

???????? wolverine???????????????? wtf is this sons of anarchy bullshit??????

struggling art student aesthetic but he’s traveling the world

and sometimes he’s the smolest little irish sweet potato who trips over red carpet ropes, smiles too much, and laughs nervously and I just do not get it it all 

Trapped (Part 3)

Genre: Angst, University!AU

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader x Jungkook (Ft. Members of Got7)

Requested: No

Word Count: 3,115

Summary: No matter how bad he hurt you, you always went back to him.

Author’s Note: I hope the wait was worth it! Enjoy! :) Please let me know what you think!


(Part 1) | (Part 2) | (Part 3) | (Part 4) | (Part 5) | (Part 6: Finale)

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SnK Chapter 96 Poll Results

The chapter 96 poll closed with 1,469 responses. Thank you to everyone for participating. Let’s do this!


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There was an increase of strong NOPES with 6.5% rating this chapter a 1 verses .07% for chapter 95,  but otherwise like last month, the majority gave the chapter a favorable rating.

With every chapter focusing on the Warriors, they steadily climb the list of some of the greatest characters I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading about. I love everyone in this manga, but the complexity, moral ambiguity, and tragedy of these three just continues to astound me. No matter how this manga concludes and no matter how imperfect AoT is as a whole, I applaud Isayama for writing some of the best antagonists I’ve ever seen.

Warriors background and sob story is always good to see. However, I do want a bit more progress in the story. I can wait a bit longer to see Paradis cast.

96 is probably the highlight of Marley focus so far, and is a well deserved title. It honestly never crossed my mind for some reason that we would see the opposite side of the attack on Paradis, and it did surprise me with how much of a rush and danger it was for RBA.

I liked the other chapters better since they weren’t all about flashbacks; they had a nice mix between current and previous events

I don’t really like the Marley chapters but this chapter has been amazing. Best chapter of this arc so far.

It has a huge emotional content but I feel like it had less substance than previous chapter. The insight on Annie is interesting though.

i think seeing the fall of wall maria from RBA’s perspective was a very good (and heartbreaking) decision for yams to make, and a good way to segway into finally revealing what the SC are up to hopefully lol

It seems like Isayama has a thing for writing heartbreaking and sad chapters in August *sides eyeing to chapter 84* and btw, I’m still not over serumbowl. I don’t even think I'llbe over that someday ;;-;;

It was really insightful to see more of RAB and actually see R&B relationship with Annie (I honestly thought Annie hated them and vice versa). We didn’t see 3 monsters but 3 little kids, traumatized and forced to shed innocent blood

fuck this chapter, i dont even mind the marley chapters but this literally told us nothing interesting aside from royalty not being subjects of ymir

 

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In the Wake of Scandal: Factory Reset

This isn’t “canon” to In the Wake of Scandal….more of a …possible resolution with all its own problems. Manga spoilers


Miyaki Ruriko had silver hair like fine threads of jewelry. She tied it loose at the nape of her neck whenever she appeared on the evening news, so that its flawlessness became something effortless. The studio lighting gave it shimmer, a thin band of pure white warmth that crowned her head, bright like the circles of light reflected in her similarly-silver eyes. Those were deeply lined beneath, almost gaunt, yet they stayed lively, youthful, illustrious and penetrating. She was a fill-in news anchor on the most watched network, and somehow she always gathered a greater audience than the anchor she replaced. People were drawn to her bright charm, her wizened face, her shimmering hair, her enchanting eyes. The news station received letters, often, requesting that Miyaki fill in more… 

“It’s…probably time we bring Miyaki in. Let’s end this mess, before we really can’t control it…” Officer Tsukauchi sat slumped forward in his office chair, fingers kneading into his temple, elbows braced against his knees. He looked up and caught Toshinori’s horrified eye.

“Miyaki…? The news anchor?” Toshinori, frail in his true form, sat taller. He still made for an imposing presence when the tension in the air grew thick.

“Yeah,” Tsukauchi answered with a drawn smile. “I’ve spoken with the Chief. She’s probably our best bet now…”

“You called her after my fight with All-For-One… That Miyaki?” Toshinori asked, more fervent, more pressing.

“That, and other times. Usually whenever we need to clean up eye-witnesses who’ve seen things they shouldn’t.”

Toshinori stood with enough force to shift his chair back, a heavy leather-bound thing whose displacement left scuffs in the tile. “I oppose it. You called me in as a consult, didn’t you? I know better than anyone how to handle the public’s perception of the Number 1 hero, don’t I? So here’s my answer: Don’t. You can’t erase Shouto’s accusation from the public…” Toshinori’s hands twitched, anxious frustrated energy tensing them at his side. “You can’t send the message that a heinous crime shouldn’t be brought to light…”

“That’s not what we’re doing,” Tsukauchi answered, rushed, a bit harried. He leaned away from Toshinori’s presence. “It might…be beyond the capacity of Miyaki’s quirk…but we’re not assigning her the task of erasing Shouto’s accusation from the public memory.” He stiffened. “We want her to erase Endeavor from the public memory.”

Toshinori stared, and blinked, and blanched. “She can erase a whole person?”

“We’re not…sure. But she thinks it can be done. We’ll have a team working on it as well. Some specially-quirked people will be erasing message board histories concerning Endeavor. We’ve got another team who’ll work with the people Endeavor’s saved, sewing over their memory. And for the pieces we can’t catch…Miyaki thinks she can spin it so that ‘Endeavor’ was a fake hero coined by a group as a joke, and any reference left of him will look like a reference to that fictional character.”

The color had not returned to Toshinori’s face. “It…seems so drastic.”

“It is, definitely. But things will fall apart if we leave them like this. The unrest is overwhelming. The institution of heroes could collapse if this stress continues…but we can’t put Endeavor back on the streets. It would be easier, of course, to just erase all memory of Shouto’s accusation, and put everything back to normal but…” Tsukauchi paused. “…Having a man like that as our Number 1 Hero…that’s not ‘normal’…That’s the last thing I want to be normal.”

Toshinori lowered himself back into his chair. He clenched his hands around his knees. “I agree…That’s the very last thing I want…”

“Good evening, it’s 6pm and I’m your fill-in anchor for tonight, Miyaki Ruriko. In the wake of utter scandal, Endeavor’s court date has been set for the 6th of June, at which point he’ll be tried for his crimes of child abuse against his own son, Shouto Todoroki. Or…maybe that’s not true?” Miyaki flashed a smile. Her eyes were bright, enchanting, like glitter.

People on the street paused, catching sight of her on the televisions anchored on the facades of buildings. They smiled. They watched.

“None of that…is true. Endeavor was never arrested. Or…maybe Endeavor isn’t even a real person…?” She smiled wider, sweat beaded along her brow, though the studio lighting hid it. Her teeth clenched, her fingers tightened, and after a moment she continued just as illustriously as before. “Oh yes, Endeavor is not a real person. He’s a fictional character. We have no Number 1 hero currently. But ever since All Might’s fall, rumor has it the ranks will be shuffled up. Best Jeanist may see himself in spot Number 1, and how brilliant he would look in that position!”

People nodded along. Miyaki’s eyes were gorgeous, oh entrancing, oh yes… and yes, Best Jeanist would be quite a brilliant fit for the Number 1 Hero. How brilliant he looked in those jeans.

Tension left the air. People felt an unease leave their bodies. There had been an anxiety threading through the atmosphere, furrowing their brows, tightening their lips when the news started. But why? It seemed so silly. The only news was of Best Jeanist. And it was that Miyaki Ruriko speaking again…how dashing she was…how bright and lovely. People smiled.

And somewhere off in a holding cell of a prison people paid little mind to, Endeavor no longer existed. A man named Enji Todoroki sat there instead, no more or less known than anyone else in that prison. A man with a name, and a crime, and a court date, and nothing more.

pippa-frost  asked:

Hi!! Can i ask for sick virgil fic?? I really want and need some fluff where he s like feeling really down and the others caring for him and giving him cuddles!!!

Yay! Here’s more of a University!AU style thing. Idk writing their dynamic reminds me of writing about the marauders? got me all nostalgic lol <3


Virgil crosses his arms. “I’m not sick.”

Rather than reply, Logan throws something at his head. Virgil’s reflexes are slower than normal, and he only just manages to catch it. It’s a pocket mirror.

“Hey! What was that for?”

Logan sighs. “I’m hoping you can save me the trouble of listing all the evidence that points to your being sick and instead look in the mirror and come to the conclusion yourself. It would be much more efficient.”

“Wow, hilar-” Virgil is cut off as his headache builds. He stops his hand from flying to his temple but, obviously, Logan still notices and rolls his eyes.

“Of course, your head isn’t hurting, because you’re not sick.”

“I’m so glad we understand each other.”

A sudden crash from the kitchen makes both Logan and Virgil jump. Virgil stares at his closed bedroom door in dawning horror.

“You didn’t tell Patton, did you?”

Logan adjusts his glasses nervously. “Well, it may have come up in conversation.”

Silence. And then, Virgil can’t stand the expectancy, so he asks: “Uh, Patton, are you okay?”

There’s another muffled crash, and then a far too cheery reply: “Sure thing! Also, the kitchen is not on fire!”

“Oh, good Lord,” Logan says. He’s about to open Virgil’s door and rescue Patton, but then he turns around. “The proposed plan is you stay in bed, Patton makes food without destroying the building, Roman will take notes on the classes you miss, and I’ll inform professors about your absence.”

In his tired haze, Virgil can only find one objection: “Roman’s taking my notes?”

Logan hums. “A fair point. Alright, I will take notes on your classes, and inform professors about your absence, and Roman will be… Roman.”

Virgil scoffs, not having the energy to fully laugh. “Do I have a say in this?” he mumbles, but he’s already getting back into bed as he speaks.

Logan opens the door and hovers, hand still resting on the handle. “Of course, it’s not obligatory, but the plan was drawn up with your best interests at heart.”

Virgil yawns, but he’s awake enough to realise what Logan is deliberately missing out. 

Your plan,” he corrects, and Logan only tuts, “Feel better, Virgil,” before leaving.

A few hours later, Virgil thinks Patton has given him entire bucketfuls of soup. He leaves reluctantly for his own classes, writing down his mobile number ( “Patton, you know you’re already in my contacts, I have your number!”), and insisting that, “I’m just a text away! So, if you need a cup of tea or anything-”

“I’m not on my deathbed, I think I can handle walking to the kettle. But, thanks. Really.”

Now, Virgil thinks he might actually listen to Logan’s advice for once and try to sleep. He’s just settled back into bed again, when his phone lights up with a text:

[from Royal Nightmare]

i’m really offended that you don’t trust my note taking skills

Virgil smiles. Before he can reply, though, another message from Roman comes through:

oops. probably should have opened with a how are you feeling text or something OH WELL

He laughs. It’s always been funny to him just how much Roman’s texts sound like he’s actually speaking in front of you. He goes to reply and is again interrupted by Roman:

It’s a gif of a tiny cartoon ghost, with the text: ghost hug! you can’t feel it, but it’s there!

Virgil blinks and thinks of how to respond. He settles for:

wtf is that

Roman’s reply is near instantaneous:

it’s a gif

I know what a gif is

I just figured out how to send them on mobile!!!

was three exclamation marks really necessary

YES!!!

oh btw. think patton might have taken up the whole freezer.

okay?

he made enough soup for the whole campus

L M A O. how are you feeling?

Virgil stifles a yawn. He’s surprised- usually, texting Roman is just a series of sarcastic back and forth nonsense. He’s quickly becoming too sleepy to think on it.

better actually. headache gone. actually ate soup.

Good!!!

Virgil doesn’t realise he’s been drifting off until his head snaps back up, and he sees that he’s sent Roman a long message of jumbled letters and numbers. Roman soon replies:

???? Is this code?????? gdi are you and logan doing cryptography again

Virgil yawns again, it suddenly feeling like a monumental effort to tap the screen.

no, sorryyyy..fallnasleepithink

There’s a lull in Roman replying and Virgil has to fight to stay awake. Eventually, his screen lights up:

aw :)

He doesn’t really know what that means. And, before he can think better of it, his exhausted mind types out the only reply he can think of:

:)

damn think prof’s noticed im on phone. see ya later virgil. sleep well! x

:) x


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The Lost Girls Part Four

Originally posted by come-join-themurder

Originally posted by winds-of-god

Request: Imagine being the VP of an all female motorcycle club. You all go to Charming and you and Jax fall for each other.

Part One  ♔ Part Two ♔  Part Three

i lost inspiration for this after part two cause i genuinely had no idea where the fuck I was heading with it. But recently found inspiration again. I have a lot of plans for this one for the future. hope you enjoy it. xx feedback is always welcome.

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You had never liked cuddling. Especially not after sex.
But for some reason as you laid here in this shitty motel room, catching your breath after having what you could only describe as the best sex of your life you wondered if maybe you had been wrong.
Because the way he traced his fingers in maps over your skin and the way his scent filled your lungs was intoxicating and you wanted the world to stop spinning, atlas for a while so you could remain in his arms uninterrupted.
The white sheets were draped loosely over your naked bodies as you lay tangled together. Doing nothing, Saying nothing. Just being in each others presence was enough.
Your head was pressed to his chest and you listened to the rhythm of his heartbeat beating through his chest.
The sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains, casting stays of light over your skin and you smiled softly when you felt his lips press against your hair.
You shifted your head towards him and pulled him in for yet another kiss.
He smiled against your lips and pulled you in closer, deepening the kiss and his hand moved to cup your face, his thumb caressing your cheek.
When you pulled away you smiled and looked up at him.
He had the same happily content, lazy look in his eyes as you did and you sat up.
The sheet fell away from your body and you lifted it, wrapping it around your body as you reached over to the bedside table. 
You opened the small tin you always carried with you and pulled out a joint you had rolled last night. You grabbed your trusty zippo lighter and lit up the joint.
Jax shifted beside you and sat up, resting against the headboard and you sat back against it.
He lifted his arm and you tucked yourself beneath it, cuddling into his side.
You passed the joint between yourselves, letting the smoke linger in the air. Your hand found its way up to his and you intertwined your fingers with his, your fingertips brushing over his rings.
He took the final drag of the blunt before nabbing it out in the ashtray that sat on his bedside table.
The buzz of his burner interrupted the peacefulness of the room and both of you let out a groan, the cell phone bringing you both back into a harsh reality.
He pressed a kiss to the side of your head before sliding to the edge of the bed.
He lifted his jeans and pulled the phone out of the pocket.
“Yeah?” He spoke, lifting it to his ear.
He listened to the person on the other end of the line and he stood, the sheet falling from his body.
His words drowned out and you couldn’t help but stare at his form as he dressed one handed.
He finished the call and looked back at you, catching your eyes lingering on him.
“Like what you see, darlin?” He asked with a smirk as he buckled his belt.
You shrugged casually. “I’d like it more if you were underneath me, but we cant always get what we want.”
Jax laughed at your comment and knelt on the bed. He cupped you face and pulled you in for another kiss.
“I gotta head out.”
You nodded and slid out of the bed, letting the sheet fall to the floor.
He groaned as he watched you cross the room naked and bend to lift your t-shirt that had been tossed aside, his arousal rising immediately.
“Why are you staying here anyway? Mayans not providing you girls with rooms?”
You shook your head. “The others are staying there. I just prefer sheets that aren’t cum-stained.”
He laughed and pulled his leather on his broad shoulders.
“You sure its safe?”
You rolled your eyes. “You might recall, Jackson, that I not only saved your ass, but I am more than capable of taking care of myself. And I like being alone.”
“Ever thought of going Nomad?”
“Naww, you want me to stay close to you?” You teased.
He chuckled lightly. “Would it be such a bad thing?”
His question caught you off guard and you frowned slightly, thankful that your body was turned away from him and he couldn’t see the range of expressions flittering across your features.
You pondered the idea. You had never had a reason to stray from your charter. Until now, that is. But you couldn’t leave your club for a boy. God you’d only just slept together.
“My Club is my home.” You said quietly, yet firmly. “Thats where I belong.”
Jax nodded understandingly, confused by his mixed emotions at your response but admiring your loyalty.
He walked to the small desk that occupied the corner of the room and scribbled something on the motel notepad.
He tore the sheet off and handed it to you and you looked over the address.
“I bet my sheets are a lot cleaner than the motels.” He winked.
You smiled and he stepped towards you.
The mere touch of his hands on your hips sent shivers down your spine and heat burned within you.
You moaned into the kiss and he found himself struggling to pull away, wanting nothing more than to drag you back to bed. His tongue pushed against yours and if one of you didn’t stop soon you would both end up naked in the sheets once more. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea..
“You gotta go.” You whispered against him.
He sighed and kissed you once more before pulling away.
“I’ll see you later.”
It wasn’t so much a question but you both knew the answer would be yes.
He walked to the door and you watched as the reaper on his back disappeared and you let out a groan before diving back into the bed and burying yourself in the pillows, the scent of him lingering on the sheets.

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Ella was leaning against the wall as you pulled up outside the Mayans clubhouse.
You rolled your bike next to hers and dismounted, leaving your helmet on the handlebars and walked towards her.
“Looks like you had a good night.” She mused as you approached.
She pointed to your neck and you realised Jax had left a trail of bruises down your neck and your skin immediately tingled at the memory of his lips.
“Somethin like that.” You winked.
Ella laughed and pushed off the wall and together you walked into the clubhouse.
Marcus was sat around the bar with a few of his members and you found the majority of your club sitting around a table.
You went to join them while Ella went to her father and discussed what todays plan was.
Scully offered you her mug of coffee and you accepted, taking a long gulp of the liquid.
You were mid conversation when you felt your burner vibrating in your pocket.
Immediately you recognised the number on the screen and you lifted the phone to your ear with a smile.
“Hey Ma!”
“Sweetheart! How are you girls?” Maria spoke warmly on the other end of the phone.
“We’re doing good.”
“Good.. good.”
You rolled your eyes, knowing that she was trying not to pry too much. You walked out of the clubhouse and leant against the wall.
“Hows Ella doing?” She asked quietly.
You smiled. “She’s really happy Ma. He has been very good to us.”
“Of course he has,” You could hear the smile in her voice as she remembered the times she had spent with Marcus.
“Are the prospects looking after you?”
“Yes, my love.” She sighed. “But that blonde one is as thick as bricks. Don’t patch her in.”
You laughed and bit your lip, suddenly nervous to ask your next question.
“Ma.. I think you should come down here.”
You heard her sigh through the phone and you regretted suggesting it.
“I don’t know if its such a good idea, my (Y/N). Its been such a long time since I left.”
“I think he would like it. I know Ella would.”
There was a long pause before she finally spoke.
“Well Im not bringing that blonde bimbo with me.”
You laughed loudly and told her to bring any of the prospects that she wanted, as long as she didn’t come alone ,and said your goodbyes.
You hit end call and slid the phone back into your pocket.
You decided against letting Ella know that her mother would be arriving the next day. You knew she would be pleased to see her but you didn’t want any reason to distract her from her time with her father.

You shut the motel room door behind you and kicked off your boots. The day had been long, the morning you had spent with Jax seeming like a distant memory.
The Mayans had brought you along on a few assignments of the day, although you had spoken with Ella and stayed back while they handled their drug business.
The Lost Girls had always aimed to steer away from drugs, knowing that it brought too much heat and wasn’t  what your club stood for.
She wasn’t pleased that her father was dealing with such substances but they were their own club and how they earn was their business not yours.
It was just after six when you arrived back at the motel and you decided you needed a long shower to work out the knots that had built in your neck.
You stripped down and grabbed a towel and headed into the bathroom.
You pulled back the shower curtain and let out a loud scream when you found a large cockroach in the  bottom of the shower tub.
Guns, violence and a life of crime you could handle. But bugs were a different story.
You squealed and ran out of the bathroom, clutching the towel to your naked form.
Shivers covered your skin and you felt even dirtier than you had before.
“Fucking shitty motel.” You muttered to yourself as you hastily dressed.
You grabbed your travel bag and shoved a few items of clothing inside before tugging your boots on and storming out the door.
The neatly folded piece of paper was in the pocket of your leather and you pulled it out, checking over the address before you started your bike.
You didn’t really expect Jax to be home. It was still reasonably early but you thought it was worth a shot.
Even if he wasn’t home you knew you could head to the Mayans clubhouse and crash with Ella.
But when you pulled into his street you felt relieved when you spotted his Harley in his driveway.
You slowed and stopped your bike next to his, kicking out the kickstand as you pulled your helmet your head.
There were lights on inside and suddenly you felt nervous, your usual confidence fading.
He wouldn’t have given you his address if he didn’t want you to use it, you told yourself.
And with that thought fresh in your mind you lifted your travel bag and strode to the door.
You rapped your knuckles against the wood and waited patiently as butterflies began to fill your stomach.
The door opened and you were met by the eyes that had lingered in your mind all day and immediately you broke into a smile.
“Twice in one day, I guess I really am irresistable.”
You raised an eyebrow and pursed your lips, trying to hide the fact that you were already turned on by the mere thought of his touch.  
“Dont flatter yourself, Im just here to use your shower.”
“Oh so you are trying to get wet.” He said, and ran his tongue over his lips as he stepped aside.
You stepped over the threshold, and placed a hand on his chest.
“I already am.”
You dropped your bag to the floor and wrapped your arms around his neck.
His lips met yours with just as much fire and you heard  a click as he pushed the door closed behind you.
His hands gripped your hips and he pushed you back against the door.
There was an urgency to the kiss, and you could tell that he had been yearning for you just as much as you had been for him.
God, it had only been this morning that you were last in each others arms.
But there was something about the way your lips melted to his and the way his skin felt under your touch. You were intoxicated by the faint scent of his cologne mixed with leather and cigarettes and the sound of his voice made you melt.
You were all logic and confidence until he touched you. Then something not only stirred within you, but it took over your thoughts.
The rest of the world became an unimportant blur that was forgotten in the back of your mind.
Only his touch mattered and the only thing you cared about was getting more of him.
It scared you, that you were already so addicted to him but he was intoxicating and although you were hooked on him you felt safe, because you could tell from the way he looked at you and the way his lips ghosted your skin that he was just as addicted to you.
You knew your feelings for him were dangerous but nothing had ever excited you more and you had always lived for danger.
When you had knocked on the door you had had every intention of having a shower and crashing out from exhaustion but as he fucked you against the front door of his home you found you were no longer tired.
You had never felt more alive

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he has pink hair, always dresses fluffily in sweaters, long sleeves and pastels. perhaps it’s a phase? jeongguk’s only been a barista at this outlet for a month or so since he moved over. and yet every single time when jeongguk takes his order, at 4pm every wednesday and friday, the boy- who’s about half a head shorter, might he add, that is totally not cute- always comes to the counter ordering an americano double shot with no milk and no sugar. his lips are always pressed into a grim line, taut when he orders.

perhaps he’s making that order wrong then- his faithful customer, jimin (as what he says to write on the cups) always ends up making a scowl and a weird face of displeasure and grossed out. jimin’s really cute, jeongguk thinks- so perhaps this 9th cup would suffice for him to strike up a decent conversation. the shop’s customer flow is slowly trickling down, about to close early for the night today. seokjin will probably manage fine as he goes to chat the tiny cute fairy up.

“hey, hi- i’m the one who makes your order and every time you make a scowling face when you sip it so i was wondering if i screwed it up again or-?” jeongguk awkwardly says, after tapping jimin on the shoulder and the pinkette whirling around from the high chair.

and oh wow, he’s gorgeous. 101% stunning.

“are you trying to act mature or something,” jeongguk adds, since jimin just blinks at him. the light hits him just right at every angle there is to see, and hang on, are those gradient lips real?

“no… i just thought i’d try to be manly for a change and-” jimin mumbles back, paper cup clutched in his hands cutely. he’s so squishy, damn it. jeongguk loses track of what jimin has to say, charming busan accent fading into static as he leans in closer to inspect that pretty face.

“jeongguk-ssi!” jimin squeaks, when their noses almost bop due to jeongguk inching in all mesmerised. his loyal customer’s sat the cup down firmly, using a warm hand on jeongguk’s chest to stop him from moving closer so the barista snaps out of it.

“oh sorry- i mean, your eyes are really pretty and- actually, are those the super shock shimmer eyeshadows from colourpop?” jeongguk breathes, close enough for jimin to see his long lashes and the beauty marks and veins on the more translucent areas of skin.

“oh yeah, they are,” jimin swallows, this barista’s probably the most observant and beautiful guy ever- heck, even his nose is really adorable?!

they continue staring at each other for a few more fragments of a moment, time ticking by painfully slow, jimin can see jeongguk’s adam’s apple bob, jeongguk can see jimin playing with the rings on his fingers.

“um, sorry you were saying about something like being manly?” jeongguk prods, voice cracking a little, parched from staring with his mouth open. “i think this jacket,” he continues, tugging at the hem of baby blue fuzz, “needs to come off first.”

“you think so?”

“yeah. actually, i think, if you don’t mind- i can uh, lend you my jacket, maybe? you don’t have to, haha, it’s just a suggestion; i kinda get inspired by Gloss, y’know that underground rapper? yeah and i end my shift in a bit so if you don’t mind waiting-?”

he nervously plays with his bangs, waiting for jimin’s answer, a little hopeful the way the latter scrunches his face, deep in thought.

“i’ll wait.”

(jimin’s voice is soft and smooth like a s'mores frappuccino drizzled with caramel sauce.)

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jeongguk walks jimin home after dinner, the smaller man donning his black leather jacket. “say jimin- could i maybe have your, i don’t know- twitter? instag-”

“i absolutely don’t have instagram!” jimin implodes. man, so much for taking it slow and choosing not to ask for his number so quickly, jeongguk thinks, “oh. sorry- maybe your kakao id then?”

“can i just give you my number instead?” he squeaks, hyper aware at his sudden outburst.

(jeongguk’s more than happy to oblige.)

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a few days later, it occurs to jeongguk in the middle of the day while making a matcha latte, that the way jimin had reacted was far too suspicious- seriously, he didn’t even ask for his particulars or anything personal so why the violent reaction? plus, jimin was such a looker and there was no reason why he wouldn’t take any selfies to brag.

he searches up jimin in the tab of the app during lunch break, and holy shit is all he has to say when he clicks on the search result with a cute selca of what seems to be jimin. 907k followers?! at this point, jeongguk thinks he’s going crazy- this must be a caffeine rush or something;

and no he absolutely does not click follow and subscribe to the youtube link in the biography immediately. jeon jeongguk does no such thing.

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he goes home after the night shift today, and he buffers the latest video jimin has on his youtube channel. from what his not-yet-finished-stalking self has found, jimin shares a channel with his flat mate taehyung, who’s in a modelling academy. they both vlog occasionally, and jimin usually does makeup tutorials while taehyung goes for fashion lookbooks and hauls.

he buffers the latest video for starters while he goes to take a hot shower. [CHIM] First Love: Burgundy Makeup!❤️🔥

“… and i think i really like him, guys.”

jeongguk mid-freezes with hands on his towel as he steps out of the fogged out mirrors and glass, having been streaming the video definitely not at 1080p. it’s quiet save for jimin’s sweet voice echoing into his bedsheets and the water dripping down his hair. he’s never towelled his hair this haphazardly and thrown on a white shirt this fast to jump on his bed and rewind the entire video.

“hello angels! it’s me, chimchim!” jimin will greet his viewers, as he bounces excitedly in his seat, briefly addressing some questions in the previous video, giving some tips on how to do a winged eyeliner, what brand of hairspray he likes. and god, jeongguk could listen to that angelic voice on loop for like, an eternity.

“a quick update that… remember the guy at the coffeeshop i told y'all about? yeah… he kinda… gave me his jacket? so i wear it all the time now,” jimin says, flustered as he arranges his makeup brushes on the table and preps his palettes and tubes of concealer and bb cream. “and please don’t ask why the background music is ‘despacito’… it’s kind of embarrassing? but it’s his favourite song for now so…”

“what the hell jimin, nobody allowed you to be this cute!” jeongguk cries out at the brightly lit macbook screen, pointing at the video clip as if it were going to fight him. holy jesus- how did he only realise jimin’s 1.5million subscribers account now? given the sheer amount of cosmetics he owns just for his idle ‘hobby collection’ he should at least have heard of the park jimin by now. damn it.

the more he watches, the more he can’t stop. replaying and screenshotting every single frame precious to him, jaw slack enough to hit the keyboard. the longer he watches the 28:14 video, the more he struggles to get out.

“please… don’t ask me why i’m showing you how to do a burgundy look,” jimin says, blushing as he draws his eyebrows, “it happens to be his favourite colour.” he mumbles it, but the microphone still picks it up, and soon jeongguk’s blushing at his screen too. jimin was seriously out there, on freaking youtube with over a million subscribers and wearing his goddamn leather jacket. c-could it really be-?

there’s an audible padding of footsteps- ah, his childhood best friend’s back from work, and slides some kimbap takeout on the vanity dresser. “hey jimin, nice blusher you’re using today,” the smug grin in taehyung’s voice can be heard, the model popping his head into the frame to wave and say hi, and jimin stops working in his contour just to throw a pillow at him. “shy baby, what shade is it? does it start with j?” taehyung laughs, and jimin looks half as intimidating as an angry butterfly as he stomps his foot and gets up to shove taehyung out.

“yah, okay, i’ll leave,” taehyung laughs, hands put up in a surrender as the camera records the faceless duo. jeongguk’s having a hard time coping, biting his nails as he pauses to scroll to the comments where the top ones are all who’s the lucky guy jimin likes omg??! and things like FML if the dude Min likes is a d*ck or a f*ckboi imma fiGHT HIM and jeongguk does not know what to do.

(he hopes user MinSugaJjangJjang ManBbongBbong will never find him because he sounds so ready to trash jeongguk if he does jimin wrong.)

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needless to say, jeongguk stays up all night with not a single ounce of sleep, instead binging through all jimin’s makeup videos, his instagram page all the way to the first picture of jimin and taehyung holding hands. jeongguk makes a face, he’s admiring from afar, thank you very much. totally not called stalking.

it turns out that the day jeongguk had garnered the courage to talk to him, was the day jimin had done a tutorial. [CHIM] Spring Day Makeup~🌸 was the name of the clip. "little mochis, i’ve been thinking about switching my style up a bit, would you like to see that? leave me what you think in the comments below!”

man, even when barefaced, beauty guru jimin’s visuals were no joke- jeongguk’s three am thoughts are now officially why is jimin not a model when taehyung is?’

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jeongguk’s watched the next few consecutive videos- all of sultry lidded eyes and a killer cut crease, and he kind of doesn’t regret telling jimin his favourite colours are black and red. he pretends to forget about ‘lending’ jimin the leather jacket, plainly because he likes jimin wearing his clothes.

jimin recommends colognes, and jeongguk realises it’s the old calvin klein one he uses, another one on the list being his current bvlgari omnia paraiba fragrance. it’s comforting to know jimin’s just as invested- and it makes jeongguk’s heart swell knowing that it’s him jimin’s subtly showing off about to those two million people now.

“guys… i’m kind of lost now! he- i don’t know if he knows how much i like him, you know? i’ve never told him about my videos, or my instagram, and what if he doesn’t even see me that way? what if he thinks-?” jimin smiles wryly into the camera, icy blue makeup and eyebrows on fleek suddenly looking all very blue. “to think i’m the older one here… should i just tell him? maybe ask him out for coffee? but like, he works in a coffeeshop? does that still work?”

jimin deviates and talks a little more, smiling when he says he’s gotten a new sweater, laughs when taehyung comes in to disturb him again- then he waves cutely before ending.

jeongguk whines when jimin kisses the camera lens before ending, closing his eyes to kiss the screen as well. he’s not in love with jimin or anything. really.

💘

a few secret concoctions, a bubblegum frappé, caramel macchiato and unicorn layered drink later, jimin finally agrees to go to dinner (again), with jeongguk, and his heart soars. he’s basically an expert in jiminology by now, certified with a phd and first class honours after scrolling for aeons. dedication, everyone.

he’s always believed in chivalry, so he offers to drive jimin home, since it’s his off day and he really really wanted to. jeongguk’s really attractive while driving, jimin inwardly yells, one calloused hand on the steering wheel and the other on his lap or the breaks. jimin does not want that hand on his thigh. no.

jimin’s always humming while he does his makeup or hair or whatever in his videos, and naturally he sings along softly to the radio in the car, keeping the journey home a little less awkward.

finally, the car pulls to a stop in front of jimin’s apartment, but he kind of just stones in the passenger seat, a little sulky and unwilling to budge, ministrations painfully slow while assembling his things, taking off the seatbelt, and jeongguk knows this is his cue. now or never.

“hey, uh, jimin- thanks for today.” he says sheepishly, watched hand on the wheel, the other rubbing at his nape. “i just wanted to say you look very beautiful- but something looks kinda off,”

jimin had smiled, but when jeongguk had mentioned the downside of his statement, the crooked front teeth went back to hiding behind plush coral lips. “m-maybe i was running late, so my makeup smudged?” jimin offers, lying through his teeth, voice faltering. jeongguk knows jimin’s very insecure when it comes to physical looks, and he’d like to tell him over and over again of the converse until he gets tired of hearing he’s very beautiful and admits it.

“there.” jeongguk breathes, pulling apart as he kisses jimin’s cheekbone tenderly, thumb caressing his jaw languidly. “i like you a lot, jimin hyung,” he says sweetly, soft and dulcet and it tugs at jimin’s heart the way it should. jimin leans into the driver’s seat hands squishing jeongguk’s cheeks. “are you serious, jeon jeonggukie? you better not be joking-”

“i watch your videos. liked every one of yours, subscribed, turned notifications on, rewatched all of them at least three times to see you dance to your background music, laugh at stupid things, hear your voice at night; i’m in love with you, park jimin.” jeongguk huffs in one breath, amazed at his own lung capacity. “and also, if you’re not convinced i kind of scrolled past your 1348 photos and liked all-”

jimin’s all red, like a cherry, as red as the chanel lipstick he had worn in his last video. he’s all flustered, clamping his hands over jeongguk’s mouth to spare himself from further embarrassment. jeongguk’s a muscle pig though, so he pries those baby fingers out with too much ease.

“be mine, little munchkin.”

(there’s only one answer, and jimin seals it with a very breathless kiss.)

💘

Newest Video- [CHIM] My Boyfriend Does My Makeup~~💓😍