is that what were calling it

Betrayal

So, during my first DnD campaign I communicated with our DM that I wanted my character to betray the entire party and the revolution they were planning. He let me. So, my rogue half-elf was being used as our Big Bad basically as glasses- everything he could see, so could the bad guy.

Towards the end of a major attack on the city, the party was pissed that the opposing enemy knew where all of their tactics, their offenses and where they were hit. The Little Bad comes out and calls for a cease fire, explaining how no matter what the revolution does won’t be enough and how the Big Bad promised them a traitor.

My Rogue: Well duh!
My friend, who plays the revolution leader: Wait, Kyle, we don’t know who the traitor is yet.
Me: It’s me!!
Friend: You… son of a bitch.

since fred and george interacted with the marauders map i feel like they would kind of know the personality of moony, padfoot, wormtail, and prongs just because they had to do some poking and prodding to get into the map. so during order of the phoenix while they were around sirius and remus what if they started to overhear them joking around like two of the marauders and they start making connections. then one day, they hear sirius call remus ‘moony’ and loose it. they would run into the room and ask if the two were actually the ones who the twins idolized for all those years, and they start a conversation about all of the memories both duos had with the map.

All For Show Part 2

Pair : Steve Rogers x Reader

8. You ask your best friend to pretend to be your boyfriend for your sisters couples dinner party. Requested by anon. 

Warning : Language
Word Count : 982

Part 1 

Originally posted by imaginesofeveryfandom

It’s been a week since your sisters Valentine’s Day dinner. And the moment you made it to your apartment, you kept your distance from Steve.

The feelings you had for him were not only confusing, but painful. You couldn’t be with him. You couldn’t damage the friendship you two had because of things didn’t work out, you knew everything would change.

You were in love with your best friend. The biggest cliche of them all. Something you would always tease. But here you were.

Steve called you everyday since the dinner. Not knowing what was going on. He even knocked on your door a couple of times. But you never answered.

You were terrified.

He left voicemails on your phone, asking you to call him back. Telling you how much he misses you and wants you to talk to him.

It was the hardest thing to do, to push him away.

—–

“Shit! I’m going to be late!” You yelped as you shot up in bed.

Quickly, you threw whatever you had near you, on and pulled your hair up in a messy bun.

It was your first day back to work since the dinner, and you couldn’t be late.

You were an assistant for one of the biggest fashion designer in New York City. And she wasn’t one to be late for.

As you opened the door to leave, you tripped over something, almost knocking you over. “Ow!”

“What the hell?” You groaned.

Looking back, you felt your breath hitch to the back of your throat. Your body stiffened as your eyes met his.

“Just beat me up why don’t you.” Steve slightly chuckled, pulling himself up off the ground.

“W-What’re you d-doing here?” You stuttered.

Steve crossed his arms over his chest, his stare more intense than it was before.

“I’m making sure my best friend is okay.” He said. “Why haven’t you answered any of my calls? Or texts?”

You swallowed hard and immediately averted your eyes else where as you turned your back to him.

“I’ve been busy.” You lied.

“Too busy to send a quick text back?” He asked. “Did I do something? Did I screw up the dinner? What the hell happened?”

You didn’t want him to find out the real reason why you’ve been ignoring his calls. Which you decided to play it cool.

“You did nothing wrong.” You stated. “I’ve just been busy. My sister had me running around the city with her, planning her stupid wedding.” Part of that was true, but it was always just for a couple of hours.

Steve studied your face for bluff. His brows scrunched together as if he were thinking of something.

Until a smile crept on his lips and his stare softened. “Ok good. I thought I did something.” He chuckled. “I’ve missed you though. I never knew how boring my life is without you until now.”

You playfully rolled your eyes and shook your head. “Stop being dramatic. It was only a week.” You teased. “But seriously, I have to go before I’m late.”

As you were about to walk away, you felt his hand tug at yours.

“Come over tonight. I’ll order Chinese and we can watch pirates of the Caribbean.” He smiled.

You wanted to come up with some excuse. But you had nothing.

“Before you could even say no, im going to leave.” Steve chuckled. “I’ll see you tonight. And say hi to Satan for me.”

And just like that, he was gone.

Your were finally able to let out a long breath, which you didn’t even know you were holding.

A part of you was happy to see him, to feel him again. But the other part wanted to scream.

Today was going to be a long day.

—–
(9 hours later)

“So what’re you going to do tonight?” Riley asked as she swung her purse over her shoulder. Ready to leave for the day.

You shrugged your shoulders and yawned. “Going to Steve’s for some Chinese.”

Riley smiled at the name. Ever since she met Steve at your birthday party last year, she had this small thing for him. But who could blame her?

“That sounds fun.” She stated. “You’re so lucky to have a guy like him. I remember just how funny and sweet he was at your party. How long have you two been dating?”

“What? N-No, he and I are just friends.” You muttered. “Nothing more.”

“Oh wow, I thought you two were together. My mistake.”

“It’s okay. He’s just my best friend.” You reassured her.

Riley bit on her lower lip, her fingers twisting her hair as if she were nervous. “Well if you two aren’t dating, would it be okay if I talked to him?”

Your stomach dropped, a spark of jealousy ignited in you and as much as you wanted to say no. To tell her he’s all yours, you didn’t.

You knew you couldn’t be with him. You knew you had to ignore these feelings.

“What’re you doing tonight?” You asked.

—–

Steve was so excited to spend the night with you. To be with you again.

The entire week, when he was alone he realized just how important you were. He realized how much he wanted to see you and suddenly, his feelings for you grew.

He wanted tonight to be special.

Steve wasn’t someone who acted on his feelings until now. When he saw you today, he wanted nothing more than to pull you in and kiss you again.

But he wanted to do it right. This was the first time he had ever felt this way for someone.

The knock at his door made his stomach flutter. Not only was he excited to hang out with you, he was nervous.

“You got this.” He whispered to himself.

As he opened the door, his smile twitched. “R-Riley?”

“Hey.” She smirked.

playing with fire (7) | taehyung

Originally posted by chimchams

genre: fluff, fuckboy taehyung, smut                                                          

pairing: taehyung x reader

summary: you knew what you were in for, but it was too late to get out. besides, it’s not like you wanted to anyways.

last chapter: here 

flashback : italics 



   I like you, Y/N. It kept playing in your head over and over again. Yes, you knew that already, but you can’t let it sink in. You can’t go through a relationship again. You can’t go through giving someone your everything just to have them not give anything back in the end. But, maybe this was your wake up call. He moved on, now it was your turn.


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You may not like seeing the clip of 2008 Liam on the X factor with Cheryl or the fact the media repeatedly calls attention to it but what you can’t do is use that dislike whatever its source to accuse Cheryl of being predatory or another word beginning with “p” which I would not dream of linking with her name on a public website.

There is NO evidence to suggest any such thing happened. She did NOT misuse the position she had at the time.  Liam and Cheryl started a relationship when they were both adults.

  • Ally: Dinah is late. Again.
  • Lauren: How the fuck did this happen? I called her at 8 o’clock this morning and pretended it was 11.
  • Normani: I printed up that fake schedule for her saying we were starting at 9 instead of noon.
  • Camila: I set her phone to say PM when it’s really AM.
  • Ally: Oh, boy. We may have overdone it.
  • [Dinah burst through the door]
  • Dinah: WHAT THE HELL TIME IS IT?!

notesfromscully  asked:

Ok so wait - in IWTB - does Scully call Stella about the boy she's treating? I'm thinking of that line just before the awl breakup scene and she's like "but that's not what you're here to talk about" and you just know Scully is hurt because she's got so many feelings for that little boy.

The on-call room smells like microwave jelly and plastic, the scratchy waterproof dust-mite free cover that coats the cot.  Scully’s phone crackles as it duels with the poor reception and reaches mightily across the ocean.  

SG:  Wasn’t expecting to hear from you this time of night on a Thursday.

DS:  Were you sleeping?

SG:  No.

DS:  Are you alone?

SG:  Yes.  You want to ask me what I’m wearing?

Scully smiles but feels her bottom lip quiver.  

SG:  Dana?

Suddenly something huge and long and complicated is suddenly simple.

DS:  I have a patient, a little boy, and I don’t know if I can save him.

SG:  Isn’t that the job?

A sigh blots Scully’s crying.  She knows who she’s called and if she wants sympathy she has to ask for it.

DS:  He’s around William’s age.

A pause.

SG:  I’m sure William is safe and sound wherever he is.  And if he weren’t, he’d be lucky to have a doctor like you.

The mattress cover wicks her tears and makes a puddle beneath her temple.

SG:  Where’s Mulder?

DS:  He’s gotten himself into something.  Chasing his own demons around.

SG:  Aren’t we all.

DS:  I don’t want to go home.

SG:  Then go to a hotel for a night.  You know how I feel about hotels.

DS:  No, not just for a night.

SG:  Scully.

Scully closes her eyes and turns her forehead toward the mattress.  Her skin itches where her hair and the plastic scratch.

SG:  You’ll handle it better with some sleep, you’re exhausted.

DS:  How do you know?

SG:  I can hear it in your voice.

Scully runs her fingers over the front of her phone like an old AT&T commercial, like she’s pretending to touch someone’s face instead of a piece of plexiglass.

SG:  Close your eyes.

DS:  They’re closed.

SG:  I’ll wait here till you fall asleep.

DS:  I’m on call.  I have to be up in a half hour.

SG: Then I’ll stay here a half hour and wake you up when it’s time.

The cot pushes back like the floor of the sea as she sinks.  She covers her face with her arm so she only smells the detergent on her shirt, the body oil she put on her skin this morning.  She pretends she’s somewhere else.  Her eyelids grow heavy.

DS:  Stella?

SG:  Hm.

DS:  What are you wearing?

She can practically hear Stella smile.

SG:  None of your business, go to sleep.

anonymous asked:

also that line about girls born in 2000....disgusting mess tbh

and these were the same boys who in episode 1 called out elias and said, “she’s your sister, man.”

and now, in ramadhan, they’re talking like this? they’re all swearing in ramadhan?

i don’t understand? i really do not understand? what is this writing?

Submission

I’ll be honest, I never really understood why the Tazuna, Zabuza and Haku incident didn’t really bring home the fact that ‘Sasuke, your teams about to die unless you get your head out of where you shoved it into the sand after Itachi killed your family’, because while it’s true that Sasuke overall tried to ignore everyone’s very existence, I think seeing them all in various states of injury, even his own self, would be enough to change his view the slightest bit. 

That and that plot point in general kind of made me angry, because, yay they survived, but at the same time, I felt like the character development was a lot less than what I expected to see.

So, basically, what would’ve happened if Sasuke removed his head from the sandbox labeled Itachi in big red letters, noticed the fact that people he had called his teammates were going to get killed and slowly starts improving from there. Because honestly, if I saw people I grew up with, regardless of whether I liked them or thought them to be useless fangirls, getting attacked, getting injured and a person I admire facing another person in close combat with no clear-telling of a victor I would try to do something to help out. Without thinking I’m the best so much as ‘get out of the way you frickin idiot’. So tsundere Sasuke. Who slowly heals, but heals.

Also does no one else find it weird that a TRAUMATIZED KID WAS ALLOWED TO LIVE IN THE SAME PLACE WHERE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF HIS FAMILY MEMBERS DIED. 

Like seriously. Send him to therapy. He needs psychological help; nobody would be okay after that. And, really. Don’t leave him alone to obsess over murdering his brother. I know this is shinobi logic but if anything you’ll end up with a cold-hearted kunoichi with the same emotional backlog of Voldemort after he lost his nose. (He’s a frickin KID. And even if he didn’t want to, he’s a minor. He’s not even a genin.)

And an Itachi who stays the villain, because sincerely speaking? I think he was set up to be the ultimate villain only for out of nowhere someone realized he was 2D, tried to give him depth and ended up creating a “good guy”. So an Itachi that stays the villain, and joins Akatsuki of his free will. Not because of spy reasons but to “create peace” going by Tobi’s standards.

And sorry, this got long when I wasn’t looking. Welp.

anonymous asked:

Not sure if you were asked this already, but what was your reaction when Otabek first called you 'Yura' and/or 'Kitten'?

The first time he called me Yura was when I was on the phone with him while eating breakfast one time when I was 15 – this is before we were together, mind you – and it just kinda slipped out of him. It took me a second to process it and think the name over a few times before I finally accepted it and told him it was okay. It was more odd than anything, since I never had a nickname besides that disastrous “Yurio,” but I liked it. 

As far as Kitten goes, I already answered this: he used to say it all the time to be a little shit and poke fun at me, but when he first said it…and I mean actually said it with the meaning we have for it now, I melted. 

You’re hesitant to date because you two have an age gap (Highlight)

Doojoon: -he thought it was interesting how shy you got when your relationship with him would be mentioned. He didn’t care about your age and you seemed to be the only one of you two who did- “you don’t have to worry, people won’t mind as much as you think”

Originally posted by loveran

Junhyung: -he didn’t want to push you into something that you weren’t ready for. If you didn’t feel comfortable labeling what you had with him yet, then he wouldn’t make you- “when you’re ready, I am okay. I want you to know that” 

Originally posted by ranzart

Yoseob: -even though you two weren’t dating per-say. You did things couples did, he slept over and slept in your bed. He held you and everything but yet you  were scared to call it a relationship. He thought it was cute- “it’s not hard to admit that you’re mine. You’re younger oh well”

Originally posted by beastoids

Kikwang: -he would start laughing at the statement. You two had never labeled it as a relationship but it was close- “you act like you’re 5 years old. You’re 22 years old not a minor”

Originally posted by b2st-nes

Dongwoon: -he didn’t get why you would say that. It wasn’t even a large one. So he was worried you didn’t have the same feelings as he did- “you’re 23. Do you not want to be with me?”

Originally posted by fuckyeahbeastgifs

deaddjbutterflies  asked:

Hi, it's me, the demon that made the video. First I just want to say, you're welcome to EVERYONE who watched it. Second, Kitten I was wondering if you were ever planning on making it a full thing? I need a new music project to work on XD

Heya! Well, I wouldn’t call ya a demon, but others may disagree :D

As for making a full thing… That comic is a full thing in my eyes. I know I didn’t use the full song, but I never planned to make anything beyond what I’ve posted. So to me it’s finished. *shrug*

…and Paul? Well, call me crazy, but he lost the wife. I’m certainly not implying anything of a carnal nature here, but to almost all intents and porpoises (as John would have put it), what they had was a marriage.

On the afternoon of July 6, 1957, right across the street from the ossuary of a certain spinster called Eleanor Rigby, an unsuspecting schoolboy named Ivan Vaughn, lad about town, villain of Vale Street and part-time tea chest bassist, took a chubby 15-year-old Paul McCartney to listen to local ‘legends in their own lunchtime’ - the band they called The Quarry Men. The group was headed by a sexy, sardonic closet nice-guy, the almost 17-year-old John Winston Lennon with his £17 guitar.

John and Paul were meant to meet, meant to create and one was designed to play sturm and drang to the other’s yin and yang.

Then on the February 9, 1964, Ed Sullivan shone the proverbial light on the viewing public. The long night was over. The Beatles had conquered America. For the next two and a half years, John and Paul, (together with George and Ringo), would travel, eat, rehearse, write, play, record and “sleep” (again, not literally) together.

—  Paul’s stepsister Ruth McCartney - The Chemistry of Lennon & McCartney   
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• Imagine being Ben Solo’s sister but also General Hux secret love •

Fandom: Star Wars - The force awakens

Characters: Reader, General Hux, Kylo Ren

Pairing: General Hux x reader

Warnings: None.

A/N: My first imagine and also my first written text in english. I hope it’s not too bad because it’s not my mother language… Please let me know what you think ♡

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You were in the observation lounge and stood behind the glass front alongside your brother Ben. He called himself Kylo Ren nowadays but you couldn’t get yourself to say anything else then Ben. He is and will always be your big brother Ben, no matter what.

The two of you looked down on the Stormtroopers who had just completed their final training session. They were good. A newer and better generation of Stormtroopers graduated in front of your eyes and you felt that Captain Phasma would be satisfied with them. You also felt satisfied. They seemed less incompetent than the last squad, but still, somehow you didn’t like the concept of the troopers. To your brother they were just minions, sent forward to die for the more important people. People like him and you, force sensitive warriors. But you, you were strong with the force, and your training concentrated on the force using, that’s why your mental shields were unbreakable. For good because you didn’t want your brother to discover your little secret.

‘Armitage…’

Just in that moment, like he could actually hear you, you felt his presence getting closer to your location. Your lips twisted slightly into a smile, but quickly switched back to an expressionless face. You heard your brother growling, he had felt his presence too and before you could do anything he made is way out of the observation lounge, just before a certain General came in.

He exchanged a quick, hateful look with Ben, before his gaze fell on you, staring right into your soul with his pale green eyes. Now you couldn’t hide your shy smile, so you put your left hand in front of your lips and turned back to look down on the Stormtroopers. You felt him right behind you and you nearly exploded in anticipation.

“Y/N…" Armitage whispered in your ear as he bent over your shoulder. You glanced up at him and raised your right hand to put it on the cheek of the red-haired man.

He was so tall and handsome…

He curled his arms around your middle and brushed his nose slightly over your cheek before kissing it lovingly.

It always melted your heart how tender, quiet and careful he could be. He was the entire opposite of what he was in public. When he was General Hux.

But here and now he was Armitage, your boyfriend.

From what I understand everyone was surprised how quick Seb and Dan were on these old ultrasofts. Even Sebastian. He was expecting to be called in right after Kimi. And since Valtteri has already pitted, Seb was pushing to make sure he’ll stay ahead of Valtteri. He was surprised to see that he was actually in front of Kimi as well.

But, hey, his own fans called him a liar once, so I guess his words don’t matter much.

anonymous asked:

Band reacts to hearing their s/o screaming and thinks they're hurt but they run in to see them cowering from a spider?

2D: At first he was prepared to call an ambulance but when he saw the spider crawling across the bathroom wall he knew what you wanted. Without saying anything he got a cup and a paper towel all the time joking about what a wuss you were 

Murdoc: After kicking the door down he was a bit annoyed that you mad all this fuss about a spider. He rolled his eyes as you asked him to get rid of it but he obliged. There’s relentless teasing for a few days afterwards but it was worth it

Noodle: “Babe it’s not even that big,” she said through laughing. You protested but you were just thankful she was taking that beast out. As she took it outside you followed carefully behind her to make sure she got rid of it. 

Russel: Once you’d explained why you let out such a bloodcurdling scream he chuckled a little. He wasn’t huge on spiders but he wasn’t full on terrified of them like you were. Once he got it outside you sheepishly thanked him but he did nothing but laugh lightly and gave you a small kiss

Dream Sweet in Sea Major 2

When considering traditional standards of beauty or masculine charm, the features that made Yagura recognizable were not often considered. A notable scar below the one eye, irises colored bleeding pink, and a diminished stature that confused him with children if viewed from behind. No, Yagura was not what tradition would call beautiful, but he was other things.

Among those things he was old, considerably old, and in all the years of his long existence he had learned how to be. He knew what angles worked for him, what lighting suited his features, and how to lower his tenor to a velvet edged voice that could turn razor sharp in a second.  He knew how to hold himself, how to dress himself, how to carry himself. He knew his worth and his worth was pretty damn high. The world was meant for him and was his. He acted as haughty as he pleased and the world slid right into his palm.

It gave him no little delight to be proven time and time again that the world was his to manipulate and take from as he pleased. The woman in the doorway seemed to do nothing more than stoke his already engorged ego.

There was blood across the floor and a dead hand under the toe of his designer shoes. Yagura leaned his head to the side and lowered his lids before lifting a rolled cigarette to his lips and cupping the end. A small burn of red and the end caught and began to smoke.  

With the toe of his shoe he poked under the dead hand and kicked it up so it flopped back down onto the face of the corpse just as he took a long drag to exhale in semi dramatic fashion. The woman in the doorway didn’t move, and her eyes were still glued in appreciation to his figure even though half the other employees were scared and hiding.

“That’s enough for now,” he said to the other boys, turning away so the tail ends of his jacket flapped like a cape behind him. It made his walk all the more purposeful as he walked past the hungry woman and left her wanting. He didn’t even glance her way as he called out to the boys behind him.

“I think they got the message here. We’ll be back in the hour though if they step into our turf again.”

“You think we needed to leave so few alive?” Haku asked in a clear voice that reminded Yagura of the ice.

“Ao?” Yagura grunted before exhaling smoke again.

Ao came up behind Hake and purposefully stopped to turn and look behind them before pulling his gun out from the front breast pocket of his gray pinstripe. He aimed in less than a second and recoiled only slightly when the shot rang out and sank into the woman in the doorway’s forehead.

Slowly, purposefully, Ao put his gun away and reached for his hat instead. The rack had all their hats, as well as a few others that would never be worn by their owners again.

Yagura fit his fedora and pulled the front down low over his eyes before stepping out. A thin mist had settled and every so often the rain would come and wet the world further. It was perfect weather and the Mizu boys were all the stronger for it.

Haku begrudgingly followed his betters out and kept his head down, least his questions lead to more avoidable bloodshed. One woman was too risky to leave alive if she sported a handgun in the belt on her thigh? Apparently.

Ao drove, but Yagura rode from the backseat and was the real directioner for their group. If he didn’t want to go back to Mei’s place than they didn’t have to. She was technically their boss and really the only person that could handle Yagura enough to boss him into doing things for her.

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anonymous asked:

Failure

“Why do you want to hire a failure?”


Flug’s bitter tone was muted by the heavy rain, and he refused to meet his acquaintance in the eye.

Who was this man, anyway? He simply approached Flug shortly after the store he worked at closed, and requested they speak. 

Flug probably should have said no, but here they were–Standing at the bus stop in the middle of a hazy summer storm.

“Failure? Is that what you call yourself? Well, to each their own I suppose.” The man flashed a large grin, and Flug couldn’t help but notice he had green teeth. Was that even possible?

The color of his teeth, however, wasn’t the only odd thing about the man. His dark attire reminded Flug of wardrobes from the early 1900s–complete with a monocle and spats. His skin was dark, but not in terms of normal human complexion… No, it was actually black as charcoal.

“Whatever you are,” the man continued, rolling his hand a bit. “Your talents are exactly what I need.”

“And those talents would be?” Flug asked.

“What else? Your proficiency with all things mechanical and scientific! I’ve never been one for all that mumbo jumbo, so I need somebody like you!”

He placed a strong finger on Flug’s chest and tapped, making Flug back away a few inches.

“S-Sorry…” Flug finally sighed. “I didn’t go to college. I don’t have a degree or anything, so… You should find somebody who has better qualifications.”

“But I want you!” The man insisted, reaching into the pocket of his long coat. He pulled out a small card that was black with red markings, and handed it to Flug.

Flug glanced down at the card, reading the faint print on it. Aside from the address and phone number, only one thing was written on it.

Black Hat Inc.

Flug made a noise of annoyance. Couldn’t this man see he wasn’t interested? His brother was right, there was no point in working with his machines. He was better off doing something else.

“I said no.” He grumbled, tearing the card cleanly in two and letting the pieces fall to the wet ground.

The man stared down at what was left of his business card before looking up at Flug. The expression he wore was very unnerving, and Flug had the sudden fear that he had done something wrong.

Silence hung in the air as the man continued to stare at him. Come to think of it, even the rain was silent, despite still falling. What was going on?

“So I waste my time and energy, coming here and finding you, graciously extending my hand…”

He took a step towards Flug, who scrambled backwards, only to hit the sign indicating where the bus stop was.

“AND YOU SAY ‘NO?!’” The man roared, suddenly changing size so he was towering over Flug. His unobstructed eye went red, and Flug could have sworn his teeth had grown a few inches.

“I CAN SQUASH YOU WHERE YOU COWER THIS INSTANT, YOU LITTLE–” The man, now more of a monster, suddenly cut himself off.

Flug, who had squeezed his eyes shut in fear, cautiously opened them. The man had returned to his original appearance, and was adjusting his tie nervously.

“My apologies,” The man said, clearing his throat. “I let my temper get the best of me at times.”

Flug stood up straight, clutching the sign for support. Something told him he should be careful with how he treated this man from now own.

“At least think on it, will you?” The man finally sighed, snapping his fingers.

In a flash of green light, the halves of the business card lifted off of the ground and reformed. The card, now clean and dry as if nothing had ever happened to it, floated in Flug’s hand.

“I do hope you’ll reconsider.” The man’s voice reached Flug as he stared at the card uncertainly. 

When Flug looked back up to look at the man, however, he was gone. Flug couldn’t even see him in the distance… He had just vanished.

The sound of the rain came back to his ears, and he took a shaky breath.

As he heard his bus rumble from a few blocks away, he tucked the business card into his pocket.

Perhaps he would think on it.

Her Being a Dancer and Getting Injured During Practice: SF9

InSeong:

Would probably be told what happened after you were all fine already, and he’d be a little annoyed at you since he wasn’t there to help you since you didn’t even call.


YoungBin:

He’d rush over to you, sliding to where you sat on the ground and take your leg for inspection, trying to judge whether the situation was severe enough to call an ambulance or what he needed to do next.


JaeYoon:

“Let me heal you with my aegyo.” He’d say, but in reality he’d be very worried over your minor injury and would be fussing all over.


DaWon:

It’s the funny people that show the most emotion when things like that happen. And trust me, he’d be so worried for you that he’d be about t call the hospital to call an ambulance car to take you for a check up.


ZuHo:

He’d try to handle the situation coolly, picking you up into his hands and carrying you over to thee infirmary to let the nurse check you over for anything more serious than a simple bruise, but inside he would be sweating buckets and praying that you were fine.


RoWoon:

He might chuckle at your clumsiness, but it’s only under the prospect that he knew you were not too badly injured, and even then he would still handle you as if you were the most easily breakable glass.


TaeYang:

Would carefully step closer to you and ask whether you were fine in a wavering voice.


HwiYoung:

He’d known you were complete fine and not at all bothered by the small injury since you didn’t let out even the slightest of sounds, and you had always been a crybaby.


ChaNi:

He would just stand frozen in his spot and observe you with shock. It wasn’t like you to mess up choreography, and the fact that you did made him super worried for you, because it meant that t was super hard and you had to put in extra effort into it meaning that you were tired, and to add your injury on top, you would be crushed as well.