it went a little too fast oh well

Individual Success Part 2 (Fred Weasley x Reader)

i strongly advise you to go reread part 1 to refresh your memory


“Miss Y/N, it is time you take your medicine.” The nurse from the nursing home said to the lady with the greying hair.

“I have to take medicine?”

“Yes, you do.”

“Oh, okay.”

“And right after you have a visitor.”

“A visitor?” Y/N asked perplexed, she could not think of anyone who would want to visit her.

“Yes a visitor. Fred Weasley.”

“Who’s Fred Weasley?”

And the nurse did not reply, just looking down at Y/N with sad eyes.

+

“Miss Y/N, your visitor will see you now. Would you like to go meet him outside or shall I get him to come in?”

“Why wouldn’t I want to go out?”

“Well, you don’t like the cameras much.”

“Cameras? Why would there be cameras for me?” Y/N asked.

The nurse led her out to the front door of the home, where two journalists were indeed standing.

“Ex-minister! Y/N-“

“Now now, she is not in shape for questions gentlemen, quit wasting your time here.” The nurse said to them protectively.

“Hi.” A man approached Y/N, a tall man with kind eyes behind the wrinkles on his eyelids, and flaming red hair.

“Hello.” Y/N responded, shaking his hand.

She couldn’t quite grasp it, but there was something in this man’s eyes when he looked at her that made her feel oddly at home.

“Shall we go in?” The nurse came in between them and walked them slowly up the steps into the garden of the nursing home.

The two sat down at a small table. Fred merely looked at her, a small smile on his face.

“So. How are you today Y/N?”

“Oh I’m fine. And you? Um what was it again?”

“Fred.”

“That sure is a nice name.”

“Thank you.”

“I love the color of your hair! And it hasn’t faded with age?”

“Us redheads don’t age.” Fred winked.

As much as he smiled, there was some unknown pain in his eyes, Y/N thought. She wondered why.

“So, what brings you here?” She asked the stranger.

“Just came to visit you.” He replied.

“Have we met before?”

“Oh, it’s complicated.”

“Interesting. So what do you do?”

“I used to run a joke shop.”

“A joke shop! How fun.”

They sat there for a little bit, gazing at the afternoon sun.

“It’s awfully boring here.” Fred huffed.

“Yeah. Why don’t you tell me a story?” Y/N suddenly asked Fred.

Fred looked at her.

“I can’t think of any.” He said.

“Anything, just tell me any favourite story of yours.”

“Well there is this one. It’s my favourite story of all times.”

“What’s the name? Maybe we have the book here at the library.”

“Oh no need. I know it by heart.” Fred said with a twinkle in his eye.

“There once was this girl. Who was in love with a boy. They both went to Hogwarts.”

“Is Hogwarts a school? I think I’ve heard of it.”

“Indeed.” Fred continued.

“They were very much in love.”

“I swear to God Fred if you push me-“

Fred picked Y/N up by the waist and leapt into the lake with her still in his arms. Y/N mounted to the surface of the water, sputtering and coughing.

“God, you little-“

But Fred interrupted her probably inappropriate words by planting his wet lips on hers.

“Get a freaking room!” George bellowed a few meters away, interrupting his water fight with Ginny.

“That sounds very cute.” Y/N hummed.

“Oh yes. That couple was very very cute.”

“Did they end up together Fred?”

“Oh, it’s very long and complicated. But we’ll get there my sweet Y/N.”

“So. They were very much in love. But they were both very very ambitious. The boy wanted to start a business. And the girl, wanted to become minister.”

“How good for her!” Y/N exclaimed. “But the boy’s business sounds a little bit risky no?”

Fred smiled.

“Wow, that’s very ambitious.” Y/N says. “And um, this shop you will open, it’ll be just like Zonko’s?”

“Yep. Better.” Fred adds.

“Well, that’s a lot of work for you guys to do then.”
“Yep.”

 

« Eventually, their dreams lead them apart. » Fred continued the story. “So after the boy left school, the girls stayed and passed her exams. However, when she graduated she went straight back home and for a year they did not see or talk to each other. There was a war you see, so as much as they wanted and longed to see each other they could not. After said war, both of their careers were blowing up and they once again could not have seen or talked to each other. They were too busy to even write.”

“Then what?” Y/N asked, captivated by this story.

“Then, the girl became Minister. And the boy opened up his shop. It was actually very hard for the boy, now that I think of it. For months he couldn’t even look at a newspaper in fear of having to see her picture in it.”

“Did he ever get over it?”

“Well, you see he was so depressed that one day his brother came and set him up with an old school friend, Angelina. And they got along very well and decided to be together.”

“So the boy moved on from the girl?”

“No, not really. The girl got engaged; but I think both of them still would never be able to forget about each other. Anyways, so one day the girl walked into the boy’s shop, for ministry business.”

Y/N grasped the golden orange doorknob, pulling it; not showing any emotion.

Counting the Galleons, Fred’s gaze was on the counter in front of him. The little bell on the door gave a tinkle, as someone opened the door.

Y/N stepped in, her head turning to look around before stopping at the cash register.

Hearing the sound, Fred looked up, expecting just another customer.

Their eyes met, and the room filled with tension and emotion.

“After that brief encounter, for some reason fate kept bringing them together. They ran into each other in shops, at restaurants… for some reason they kept seeing each other.”

“And then?”

“Well, one day coincidentally they both visited their old school. Without consulting each other or anything, they just both went on the same day. And they obviously spoke to one another.”

Hello.” Y/N said politely, the tension in her throat killing her.

“Hi.”

“How are you?”

“Good thanks.”

“I’ve seen your shop, it really is a phenomenal success.”

“And you too, not a day goes by without me seeing a picture of you somewhere.” Fred chuckled, awkwardly attempting to hide the pain of having to see Y/N’s face everywhere on papers.

“Well good. I’m happy to hear you are doing well.”

“Me too.”

They both just nodded to each other, looking deep into each other’s eyes. They felt their heart give a painful jolt at the feeling of getting lost in each other’s irises.

“Fuck it.” Fred breathed and cupped Y/N’s face to kiss her. Y/N returned it, and so forcefully they backed into the old broom cupboard they used to visit quite often in their student days.

“Oh I’m so happy they kissed!”

“Well actually a little more than that.” Fred smiled his old teasing smirk. “After that, it all went by so fast. The boy couldn’t live without the girl and after realising that fact, he broke up with Angelina.”

“And, the girl?” Y/N inquired.

Fred smiled, his stare piercing into Y/N’s soul.

“What do you think?”

“She left her husband for him?”

“Yes.”

“This story sounds familiar.”

“Indeed.”

Fred looked at Y/N, as if he was waiting for something to happen. But all Y/N did was look down.

“Well, thank you sir. I think I’m going to go take my afternoon nap.”

“I-it was my pleasure.” Fred said, his voice breaking slightly.

Y/N nodded and smiled at him politely as she walked out. Fred sighed. He made his way out to the front door where his family was waiting.

“Well?” George asked.

“Not today Forge, not today.”

“One day, don’t worry.” George said, clapping his twin brother on the back.

“I know. One day, she will remember. Remember me.” Fred said, looking up at a window, the sun reflecting on his glassy eyes.

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In Case You Didn’t Know

Masterlist

Pairing: Elijah x Reader

Summary: Could you do an imagine for Elijah Mikaelson based on the song In Case You Didn’t Know by Brett Young

Side Note: The lyrics to the song are in bold


Dearest Y/N,

I’ve lived on this earth for 1,000 years. I’ve seen and with much shame did some unspeakable things, all in the name of family - always and forever. But in all my years being what I am, never did I foresee that I’d meet someone like you.

Knowing what I am is something I hope one day you can come to terms with, however I’ll understand if my secret is too much and you decide to walk the other way, for all I desire is for you to be safe. But before you choose which path you want to take, I would like to share another secret with you. One that I’ve spent countless of hours, even endless sleepless nights thinking about. 

Over the course of my existence I’ve fallen in love only a few times. And upon my arrival in New Orleans I fell in love with you. Being who I am comes with a lot of burdens, struggles and danger. That is why I became distant over these coming weeks, and for that I’d like to formally apologize. I see what a mistake that was. Because no matter how hard I try, I can’t unlove you. So I write to you this letter to share one last secret with you. Y/N, in case you didn’t know, baby, I’m crazy bout you. And I would be lying if I said that I could live this life without you.

You make me want to fight to be a better man. If there is any chance that you see any sort of future for us, I’ll be waiting at the compound. And I sincerely hope that you’ll walk through the doors.

You’ve got all of me, I belong to you.

With love, Elijah Mikaelson

Folding the letter in half, you sat unmoved on the dinning room chair completely overcome with a wave of mixed emotions. The apartment was dimming as the sun slowly disappeared behind a grey cloud. Anyone at this point would have gotten up and turned on a light, even a lamp. But you didn’t trust your legs to stand, much less move several steps towards the light switch.

You thought Elijah was a savvy guy in a nice, expensive suit. But first impressions were often wrong and underneath his suits lay a mountain of secrets. Running your right middle finger along the words etched on the paper, like you were waiting for more secrets to be revealed.

Finding an unknown source of strengthen, you stood up letting each foot guide the other towards the bedroom, just like a baby would taking it’s first steps. Changing into an outfit more suitable for the New Orleans evening weather, you travelled down the jam packed streets until coming to a halt in front of a large gate.

Leaving Elijah hanging was a thought that crossed your mind once or twice on the walk over, however standing just meters away you knew that wasn’t the sort of person you were. There was only one solution, one outcome that hadn’t changed since reading the letter. And you needed Elijah’s help in order to make it all happen.

The compound was empty from what you could see. You had stepped foot in the Mikaelson estate once before. Elijah had called apologizing that he’d gotten caught up in a family matter and therefore was going to be even more late than he’d like. So, thinking it would be a nice gesture you brought dinner to him. Expect his surprise expression wasn’t one of gratitude it was one of sheer shock, Elijah thanked you while ushering you out of the compound, thus begun the feeling he was keeping something from you.

“You came”. Spinning around, Elijah stood at the base of the stairs. Hope resonating in his brown eyes. 

Pressing your lips together, “I didn’t think it would be fair to leave you hanging”.

“Can I get you a drink?. I know where Klaus keeps the good wine, we can grab a glass and talk”. Elijah started to ascend up the stairs, until he heard. “I’m not planning to stay long, I read the letter but it doesn’t change anything”.

Coming back down to solid ground, now hope of reconciliation had vanished. “I-I see”.

“I want to feel differently, I really do. And I want to be able to look at you and not envision a-”.

He sadly sighed, “A monster”.

“A vampire”, you added, not sure if they meant the same thing. “But even looking at you now is harder than I imagined, and I don’t know if that’ll change in a month or a year. All I know is I can’t live a normal life knowing your secret, Elijah”. Fighting the desire to rush out the door, you instead walked forward to him. “So I want you to do that mind compulsion thing that I read about, you can do that, can’t you?”.

Taken back by your request, Elijah steadied his balance reaching out for the railing. “You want me to erase every memory, every moment, every kiss?”. Shaking his head vigorously, “I won’t do that”.

“This isn’t your choice!. How do you expect me to walk around New Orleans, to see you on the street and be okay with it all?”. Tears stinging your eyes, “I can’t do it. I’m not strong enough”.

His thumb brushed away the tear. “You’re stronger than you know, Y/N. It is I who wasn’t strong enough to be honest with you, so here I am paying the price for the decisions I made, here I am losing the most extraordinary women I’ve meet”. Kissing you one, finale time his eyes bore into yours. “When you walk out of the door, you’ll no longer feel the burden of carrying my secret. All you’ll remember from this night is you took a nice, long walk around the French Quarter, had a lovely meal and then went back home to get some rest. Y/N, you are now free of any ties that bind you to me or my family”.

One Month Later

Rousseau’s was bustling with tourists and residents alike. You were celebrating with a bunch of girlfriends a success presentation that led to a promotion, another step up the corporate ladder.

Heading to the bar you called for another round of drinks, the bartender nodded happily.

Turning around a little too fast, you ran straight into someone’s chest. “Oh, I’m so sorry”. Glazing up, a gorgeous man stood before you. The first thing you noticed was how well dressed he was. If you were to guess his suit must of cost a fortune, but you expected nothing less for a man of his status. “I’m such a klutz at times, here let me buy you another drink?”.

He stared at you, intensely.

“Have we meet before, you look awfully familiar?”. Curiously asking.

“I don’t believe so, forgive me but I must get going”. Leaving some money on the bar, you noticed it was more than enough to cover his drink and the second round of drinks you ordered.

“Wait! I didn’t get your name. Mine’s Y/N”. Extending your hand out towards him.

There was hesitation on his part, but eventually he shook your hand telling you his name was Elijah. “Itt’s very nice to meet you, Elijah. I hope this won’t be the last time we see one another”. Giving a warm smile his way, you returned to your table with a major sense of deja vu.

Hidden Rooms

Summary: Every night you hear noises in your closet, every night you pay a visit.

A/N: these keep getting longer ;;

Hoshi x reader x Woozi (nothing weird i promise lmao)

Wonwoo [here], Dk [here]

Word Count: 4,009 T T

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Drunk!Damien WIP

Damien found K’s bar by accident one night, walking the streets of Chicago like he usually did to clear his head. He hated being cooped up in the mansion, so close to the noise of everyone’s cluttered thoughts. He didn’t even know that the redheaded woman would be in the bar that he wandered into, shocked when he saw her chipper smile behind the counter.

“K? What are you doing here?” He asked in his soft tone, the woman laughing and brushing him off with a wave of her hand. He was used to that kind of treatment.

“Damien! Fancy seeing you here! I had to pick up a part-time gig to keep the Pink Lady afloat!” She lied easily through her laugh, but Damien knew better. The Pink Lady Cafe was always busy so it wasn’t like she needed the extra money for that. Instead, he decided not to push the issue, shrugging a little and pulling up a stool.

“Oh. Sorry to hear about the trouble. What do you have that’s strong?” The incubus muttered, rubbing his temples. His head hurt but he didn’t want to use more energy to make it stop. The pain made him feel a little more human.

K tapped her chin as she went over drinks in her head, staring at Damien until she settled on one with a curious ingredient.

“How did you get access to that?” His voice was low, lavender eyes darkening and narrowing at the woman.

“I have many secrets, Damien. Do you want it or not?” She laughed, smirking dangerously back at him.

“Yes.” The word was hissed through clenched teeth as his headache spiked and he grunted in pain. K grinned again and turned to fix his drink, humming as she went over the directions in her head.

When she turned back around, she presented him with a glass of Long Island Iced Tea with her special ingredient and slid it across the bar to him with a smirk. “Cheers!”

***

When Damien first met Mika, his head was spinning and his leg was bleeding. He had managed to lead his older brothers to the mansion that the old human had mentioned to him before climbing in through an open window and collapsing onto the lobby floor.

‘What are we gonna do now?’

'Where are we?’

'Hunger. Hurts.’

'Tired.’

'H-Huh? W-Who the heck are these guys? Why are they here?! What’s going on?!’

“Ugh…” he groaned in pain as a new voice joined the chorus of thoughts hitting his skull that he recognized as his brothers. The new voice, however, was feminine and somehow familiar.

“Who are you guys?! I’ll call the police!” The voice shouted, words echoing her thoughts that came rushing at the ginger haired demon who recoiled from the waves of anger pulsing towards them.

'Human.’

'Hunger.’

'Feed.’

'Hunger.’

The sudden switch of thoughts from his brothers had Damien struggling to push himself upright. Before he could reach the girl to protect her from the sudden rush of demons, he saw Sam, who must have been using the last bit of energy he had to use his powers, reach the girl first and lean in to kiss her. He watched her go limp under his brother’s control but heard her mind which vehemently refused to obey.

Damien finally found his footing and glanced over at his other 3 brothers, noticing they were now standing as well although Matthew looked as shaky as he felt. He met his eldest brother’s eyes with a pleading look and shook his head.

“Sam. Stop it.” A small growl passed through James’s lips as he understood what Damien was silently telling him. The girl didn’t want this. Sam was taking advantage of her with his powers.

“Ugh. Fine.” Sam growled back in reply as he pulled away, licking his lips and leaving the human breathless. Damien turned his lavender gaze to her as the next wave of confused thoughts hit him.

He stood there silently as James tried to calm the girl down, explaining the situation as carefully and vaguely as possible to her. When she scoffed and laughed off the idea that incubi are real, challenging them to prove it, he felt her mind suddenly hesitate as Erik stepped up to her.

A wave of protectiveness hit Damien like a train and he had to stop himself from baring his teeth at his second eldest brother as the pink haired incubus leaned in to steal her next kiss.

'No. This isn’t real. It can’t be real.. It can’t-’

Damien gasped softly in worry as he felt her mind go blank and watched her suddenly go limp. Luckily, Erik caught her almost instantly and picked her up bridal style.

'Erik went too far.’

'Oh!’

'Shit!’

'Oh crap!’

Another round of thoughts from his brothers hit him and Damien swayed on the spot, tired and aching from the run through the forest.

“We’ll find the master bedroom and leave her there to rest. Damien, you can watch over her. The rest of us will clean up this mess and find the kitchen to make something to eat.” James instructed and Damien limped up the main stairs after Erik, grabbing the bags that she had dropped as he passed by them.

***

The first drink went down quickly, the bitter alcohol hitting his tongue and mixing with the sweetness of something else.

“Another.” He pushed the empty glass back across the bar, K looking almost surprised as she took the glass and began to make him the same drink again.

Damien took the chance of her distraction to glance around the dingy bar, taking note of how sticky the faux wood was under his arms and the few patrons sitting around the room. Everyone was too focused on their drinks and drowning themselves in them to be thinking about anything and Damien let out a relieved sigh at the quiet in his head.

This was where he wanted to stay.

“Bottom’s up!” K called, sliding another drink across the bar to him and the incubus whipped his head around to catch the drink in time.

He brought it up to his lips and sipped, groaning softly at the sweet alcoholic taste washing over his tongue. Yeah, this is definitely where he wanted to be.

***

“Ngh.. Where..?”

Damien’s head snapped up from his position against the far wall as the girl’s groggy voice reached his ears, watching her cautiously as her thoughts slowly formed questions.

'Where am I? Where’s Mom and Dad? This isn’t my room.. Wait.. That’s right. This is Grandpa’s house… Why am I still dressed in bed? How did I get here? Why is it night? I’m hungry.. Maybe I should order delivery.’

He couldn’t help the small smile that spread over his lips as he silently watched her. She was kinda cute when she was thinking of basic things. Suddenly, wide emerald eyes were staring at him and he froze on the spot.

“You’re awake…” His voice was soft and calm like water rippling in a pond, but he had to swallow gently past the lump forming in his throat. He could’ve smacked himself for the dumb statement but he didn’t want to startle her.

“Huh? Gah!” She scrambled back away from him and he frowned a little, trying not to feel stung by her racing thoughts.

'WHEN DID HE GET HERE?! WHO THE HELL IS HE?! Oh no.. A guy in my bedroom?! Did we..?!’

“There’s no way!” She yelped and shook her head hard, her raven hair flying back and forth around her shoulders.

Damien remained silent and still, closing his eyes for a brief moment as he waited for her to calm down. Heartbeats passed and finally Mika’s breathing started to slow, a light blush crossing her cheeks.

“Um, sorry… I-I think I was saying my thoughts out loud.” She shifted a little into a normal sitting positing and eyed Damien warily, still cautious of the male. He watched as pictures of the encounters from the previous hours flashed in her head but said nothing as she squeaked.

“Oh!!”

'Incubus.’ The word echoed in her head over and over as different scenarios flashed in her mind and Damien swallowed hard again, feeling slightly nauseated at the creature she imagined him to be.

Suddenly, she took a slow breath and his eyes widened slightly as her mind went blank.

“Yeah. I’m awake now.” She murmured quietly back to him and Damien smiled softly again.

“That’s good.”

Mika blushed lightly and the incubus thought it best to ease her mind before she could start to wonder again.

“I’m not going to use my powers on you.” He whispered, adding silently in his head with a small bitter taste on his tongue. 'The ones I can control at least.’

“H-Huh? How?” She stammered, looking shocked and embarrassed that he knew.

“I can read minds. It’s an ability I was born with. Each of us has a different ability outside of our usual mind-altering powers.” He explained quietly, closing his eyes.

'Great..’ The thought sounded dry and sarcastic and he flinched slightly.

“I see.. How long have I been asleep?”

Damien’s lavender eyes fluttered back open at her calm question, surprised that she wasn’t lashing out at him again.

“For a few hours. Heh, it’s already gotten quite dark outside.”

“Ah, well.. where are the others?” She asked, thoughts still wondering why she was alone with only this incubi.

“My brothers are downstairs, cleaning up the blood from the lobby floor.. hehe, and making you dinner as an apology.” He could faintly hear a brother’s thought every once in a while and he couldn’t help the fond smile that crossed his lips.

“Oh. Okay. That’s unexpectedly sweet…”

“Oh, it’s the least we can do after invading your home and two of us using our powers on you.” The ginger haired boy looked out the balcony window, feeling guilty that he hadn’t been able to stop Sam from rushing her.

“You’ve got a point..” Mika murmured and her thoughts went racing again, too fast for Damien to catch until she stopped on the word 'police’.

He jumped a little and his next breath was a little shakier than he would’ve like to sound. “D-Do you feel well enough to get out of bed?”

“Yeah, I think so- Woah!!” She yelped as she started sliding out of the bed, knees buckling under her weight once her feet touched the wooden floor.

Damien launched himself away from the wall to catch her before she could fall. He scooped her up into his arms bridal style as Erik had earlier and smiled sweetly down at her as he carried her towards the door.

“Trust me. I won’t let you go.”

“Uh.. I-I’m not so sure about this…” She stammered a little, shifting uneasily in his grip as she blushed shyly.

“I promise.” His voice was sincere, eyes shining hopefully at her as he tightened his grip slightly.

“Um.. okay. I trust you.” She slowly relaxed and a feeling welled up in Damien’s chest but he couldn’t put a finger on what it was.

“Good.”

'He’s carrying me like I weigh nothing. He’s really strong.’

“Thank you.” Damien chuckled softly and her blush darkened.

“Ehh?! Oh.. yeah, I forgot…”

“It’s alright. I’m used to it.” He sighed quietly, gazing at her as he felt a pang of longing in his heart. 'If only I could be innocent and human like you..’

He carried her silently through the hall and down the steps to the lobby, seeing that Sam and Erik had finished cleaning up their mess when he heard a faint thought.

'I think can walk now.’

He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked down at the girl, whom he still didn’t know the name of, when she blinked back up at him owlishly.

“Thanks for carrying me, b-but I think I can walk by myself now. Not saying that I didn’t like it. I mean, I-I liked it! Not in a weird way, of course; it’s not like I get carried around all the time. What I’m trying to say is that it was really nice of you to do that.” She stammered over her words, blushing darkly again and Damien couldn’t help but chuckle softly and blush lightly a little as well.

“It’s no problem. I’ll be heading to the dining room, then.” He gently set her down and headed off to the dark doorway off to the side of the lobby, hearing her call her goodbye to him as he quickly made his way to help set up the table for dinner.

***

The only downside to the quiet in his head is that it allowed him to finally think in peace which he certainly did not want to do right that moment. He didn’t necessarily have much of a choice though as his mind drifted back.

He had seen the darkness in Mika’s head, heard the voice of Malix threatening her, and felt the panic that consumed her as if it had been consuming him instead when she had the nightmare on her second night in the mansion. He and James had been making breakfast when he had gone rigid.

The eldest brother had snapped Damien out of his stupor only to watch as the younger brother took off running out of the kitchen, through the dining room, up the stairs, and down the hall to Mika’s room. He didn’t bother to knock, entering the room to see the girl writhing from the nightmare and whimpering loudly. Her mind was screaming for help, for someone to save her. The incubus didn’t hesitate as he rushed to her side, sitting gently on her bed and pulling her into his arms. He felt a small sting when he heard Erik’s voice in her head but he was grateful none the less that she had stopped jerking from the dream.

When she gasped awake, it wasn’t Erik holding her but Damien and a happy-confused question flashed so briefly in her head that the mind reader didn’t have a chance to catch it. That’s when he had talked to her more about his powers, hoping for her to understand him a little better.

When James joined them and announced that breakfast was ready, Mika had wondered about why the boys care so much or if it was just out of courtesy. She made a comment that she can’t read THEIR minds and Damien felt conflicted about that.

Why would she WANT to be able to read minds when he wasn’t even able to control his power?

Damien curled his lip at the thought and shook his head, downing the last of his second glass.

“K! Another one of these, please.” He called to her, pushing the glass away and rubbing his temples as his mind spun a little.

***

After Mika’s nightmare, Suzu and Naomi had stopped by during breakfast. James introduced himself and his brothers to the raven haired girls friends as servants, trying to make things sound not quite as complicated as they truly were. The girls were naturally confused at first but they seemed to buy the story after a while. Mika told them of the housewarming party to take place later that night and, when they offered to stay and help, she shooed them away, opting to stay herself to help with the preparations. It was quite a shock to Damien when she offered to help him dust the lobby.

He handed her a dust cloth and nodded towards the staircase. “We have to dust off the railings and the other surfaces before we mop the floor. Is that okay?”

She nods and rolls up her sleeves, smiling sweetly to him as she climbed up the steps. “Easy as cake!”

They dusted the rails as they walked up each side of the large staircase, a mischievous grin plastering itself to Mika’s lips as a visual popped into her head. Damien’s eyes widened slightly in surprise as he glanced over at her before he frowned in concern.

“What if you get hurt?” He murmured, lavender eyes flicking down the stairs. It seemed like such a long way to fall.

“Oh, come on! It’ll be fun! I did it all the time as a kid!” She giggled and pictures of a younger Mika flying down the stairs flashed in her mind.

Damien couldn’t help the smile that graced his lips at the images, letting out a soft sigh before nodding.

“WHOO!!” Mika cheered and ran up the stairs, dusting as fast as she could. Damien mimicked her movement on the opposite side of the stairs.

They simultaneously jumped on the railing and slid down together. The exhilaration sent a rush through Damien, but at Mika’s sudden thought of stopping, his eyes flew open.

“Gah! Watch out!” He yelped.

“Woah!!” Mika squeaked.

They met at the bottom of the steps in the middle, crashing into each other and falling over. The demon landed over the girl, concern taking over her face as she blinked up at him in breathless surprise.

Suddenly, Mika let out a breathy laugh of pure happiness, her mind blank of thought as Damien started to chuckle with her. He rolled off of her and held his stomach as she held her sides, both gasping for air as they laughed.

“You were right! That was fun!” The ginger haired boy giggled, pure joy pulsing through his veins.

“See? I told you! Hehe!” Mika smirked in glee, rolling onto her side on the floor to face Damien and he mirrored her actions, smiling back at her.

Slowly, the laughter faded and Damien smiled sweetly at the girl, a small blush dusting his cheeks as his eyes still glowed with happiness. Mika smiled back shyly and blushed darkly, her mind going blank as she met his lavender eyes.

'Charming.’

The word echoed into his mind from hers and he slowly stood up, offering his hand to her as she fell silent again. No one had ever called him that before.

“Hehe. Come on, we need to keep cleaning.” He chuckled and helped her to her feet. Mika smiled and nodded, continuing to clean.

***

Damien smiled faintly at the memory, remembering the joy Mika brought to his life during spontaneous moments like that. It was the best feeling he had ever experienced in his entire existence. K pushed another glass across to him and watched him in concern as he took a gulp of it.

He thought of the night that followed, remembering seeing her standing at the top of the stairs in a dark dress with low sleeves that hugged her waist. Damien wasn’t the only one who had been surprised by the way she had looked, recalling just how floored his brothers had been as well.

'Stunning.’

'Exquisite.’

'Gorgeous.’

'Beautiful.’

'I don’t want to do this.’ Damien heard Mika’s thought and he offered her a small smile as she approached them, trying to ignore his brothers thoughts of continuing compliments. He agreed with everything they were saying but more than that, he wanted to take away her anxiety by making the stress of the housewarming party nonexistent to her. Her emerald eyes met his lavender ones and her shoulders visibly relaxed, her smile brightening sweetly.

The night had passed almost uneventfully, until Malix showed up after all the guests had left. Immediately, he had blocked himself between the girl and the devil, his fingertips tingling with energy as his brothers joined his side to create a crescent formation around her.

His lip curled again as he sat at the bar, K looking very concerned at the display of aggression he seemed to be giving off as he stared off into space.

“This place is protected.” His own voice rang in his ears and Malix had turned his aggression from his brother to him.

When Mika stepped forward to confront Malix, Damien felt a wave of awe and protectiveness crash through him. She had no power and yet she had the guts to tell this devil off. Malix took a swing at her and she ducked, Damien finding himself in between her and Malix once again with Matthew at his side.

As Malix left, Damien focused on Mika’s fearful thoughts.

'Will he be back? Can I leave my house to attend school? What will we do?’

“Don’t worry.” He murmured to her and she didn’t jump when she heard his voice in her ear as he hovered close to her. He brushed his fingers gently against hers, blushing lightly. “You’re protected as well. The same spell that protects this house was also cast around you. You can leave to go to school and still be safe.”

When Mika relaxed at his words, Damien felt a warmth swell in his chest again.

He set his empty glass on the bar and laid his cheek on the cool, sticky wood, whimpering faintly as he longed to feel those things again.

“Maybe you should slow down, kiddo.” K murmured, coming over to take his glass and set down a glass of water beside his head.

“No. Keep them coming.” He grumbled, lavender puppy eyes staring off into space again.

***

Beastly Beautiful | Jeonghan | Ch.5

Genre: Romance, Drama, Slice of Life (SoL), AU!Jeonghan, Elite!Jeonghan

Word Count: 3.4k+

A/N: my angels who waited for so long, here’s ch.5! again, I’m sorry this took long, school’s been busy and i’ve finally mustered up the courage to write even though less ppl read this. It’s for you! ^^ enjoy!

Summary: Two different people, two different personalities, yet destiny brings them together.

Ch.1 || Ch.2 || Ch.3 || Ch.4 || Ch.5


Originally posted by 12fools


“I see you’ve grown into a handsome young man.”


“I’m going for a swim later.” Jeonghan called out to Mr. Ryu. “Prepare my towel and shampoo.”

It was another day at the Yoon Manor and Jeonghan fully recovered from his bruises he had from a few weeks prior. Seeing him almost everyday made you more and more flustered around him. Ever since that day that he opened up to you and slowly, he was showing you more sides him you never knew he had. There were times were he would be cranky and annoying but mostly he was rather… attractive.

Jeonghan on the other hand, was gradually used to seeing you around as well. He used to be so irked out whenever he saw you, but as time passed, he found himself looking at you more. He didn’t realise how pretty you actually were, how kind you were and your patience on him was beyond this world. Sometimes he smiled unknowingly and got caught by his servants, which he immediately frowned at them and denied he was smiling at you.

“Very well Young master.” Mr Ryu bowed as he took his leave, only to be interrupted by Jeonghan once again.

“Oh and ask Y/N to join me. Bring some desserts as well.”

“Very well.”

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PART 2 COMING SOONI have worked on this thing for like 3 weeks now. That is far too long. I think because it’s been cold, I didn’t work on it every day which drew out the time spent on it by far too much. I’m gonna have to work on getting faster somehow.


You can tell I’m an animator and not a comic artist XD so many panels are designed more as a way to show expression change than to be a functioning panel. Maybe I could get away with calling it a “style” and people won’t notice.

I’m not use to drawing Undyne just yet. I tried things as I went from panel to panel which is NOT how you should do things but oh well. That’s how I did them.

I also play a little fast and loose with Papyrus’ expressions these days. As long as I follow the rule of “the mouth never closes” I think it’s still ok? I try not to be TOO crazy with it. Otherwise it’s difficult to get nice faces out of him I actually find Papyrus much harder to draw than Sans.

Waterfall is a difficult location to draw with pure black and whites because it’s so dark XD;; I’m not sure how successful I was handling the backgrounds here, but hopefully it’s alright.

I really hope you guys like this. I spent an exorbitant about of time on it, and I won’t lie and say it’s not disheartening when so much hard work is shrugged off XD;;; I am way too needy and craving of attention/affection.

Also I won’t lie, there are a lot of expressions here I actually REALLY like. I think there’s only one maybe 2 panels I’m not a 100% happy with. So I’m rather proud of this one.

Papyrus: *salutes with the wrong hand*

This is a 2 parter comic. I’ll update this post once part 2 is complete but I dunno if it’ll show up in reblogs when I do? Anyway, check back to either my main blog or my art blog for the second part after a few weeks if there’s no link to it.

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Alex Hogh / OFC

Part 2/??? (still don’t know)

Part 1 - Part 3

Summary: Ivy works on the make up/fx department for Vikings. She’s going through a breakup and sleeping on the couch with her colleagues because her ex-girlfriend throw her out of their shared apartment, then Alex came to the rescue.

Disclaimer: This is Alex the character, the persona we know through social media and pretty much speculation and I’m fucking infuriated with him. Hence, fantasy meets writing. (also let me live, I’m lonely)

Warning: fluff, drinking, relationship talk, Lil bit of kissing.


Originally posted by localgirlcult

Sophie and Ivy had been talking for the past half an hour on the table while Alex and Jordan were trying to play pool, Alex was so drunk that can barely hit the balls besides that he couldn’t help but glance at her direction all the time.

‘If you’re trying to be subtle it’s not working, Alex.’ Jordan said after successfully getting two balls in.

‘What?’ He frowned and looked back at her that now was looking at him, Alex couldn’t help but smile like little kid and she smiled back at him.

‘That, I’m talking about that.’ Jordan pointed out making him frown as he take a sip of his Guinness. ‘But that’s okay keep looking because I’m winning this.’

Alex rolled his eyes but still laughed, he was In deep shit and this was just day one.

‘So, Alex?’ Sophie asked with a little smile, that all knowing smile that make Ivy laugh as she take a sip of her Guinness.

‘Alex, sweetest kid I know.’ She said looking at how he was miserably losing against Jordan.

‘He likes you, you know that?’ Sophie told her and both of them looked back at them, Alex wave his hand with one big smile.

‘I figured,’ She laughed. ‘He’s not exactly subtle and we’re practically together 24/7 now’ She laughed feeling a little nervous. ‘Did he say something—

‘I think I wasn’t supposed to tell you anything,’ She laughed with a little shrug. ‘But it’s been going on for a while now, he really really likes you.’

Ivy couldn’t help but look at Alex again, he was losing and being a baby about it, making Jordan laugh as he taunted him. She smiled then let out a little laugh, suddenly feeling a little warm.

‘He’s cute as hell, isn’t he?’ She smiled looking back at Sophie that just looked hopeful, like she was playing a real life cupid to those two.

‘And?,’ She pushed making a face and Ivy shrugged. ‘Come on!’

‘What do you want me to tell you?,’ She laughed and Sophie threw her arms on the air. ‘I don’t know, he’s cute, funny and needy-he’s hugging me all time and I love that—’

‘So, you obviously like him.’ She interrupted and Ivy felt her face heat up. ‘Make a move, you’re a big girl.’

‘I can’t date Alex,’ She took a quite larger sip of her Guinness. ‘I can’t be anyone’s girlfriend, I just ended a relationship. I’m not ready.’

‘Then don’t be his girl,’ Sophie resolved. ‘Hang out with him, enjoy it. For the time be it.’

Ivy just looked at her and then back at Alex for a moment as she think about it. She wasn’t going to lie, on her line of work being around beautiful people was the norm, being around beautiful people that were as nice as they look it wasn’t, and she honestly could name them all by heart and on top of that, meeting actual cinnamon rolls to fucking pure for this world actual sunshine come out from their asses, that she can count with her fingers.

Alex was one of those people, and even that he knew for a handful of months they were tight, on the weekends they texted and—

‘I should right?, just enjoy it. Right?’ She asked at Sophie and she just clapped.

‘Hell yes, come on. Girl, you deserve it.’ Sophie pushed and Ivy nod as she downed the rest of her guinness feeling nervous and giddy and couldn’t help but laugh.

‘I think it got out of hand, I'm—

‘Drunk?, yeah a bit.’ Ivy giggle at Alex as she grabbed their coats from the table. ‘We should go’

‘Already?’ He groaned shaking his head. ‘Babe, we just got here.’

After a little convincing, Jordan’s help and an Uber back to the apartment they were finally back. Alex was a goner, he was solid drunk and speaking a weird mix of Danish and English.

‘Alex, keys?’ Ivy asked as he was with his head on the wall, moving to side to side and he ramble on Danish. ‘Alex?’ She smiled

‘Mm, yes babe?’ He asked wiping his head around a little bit too fast that send him stumble to the floor making them laugh as Ivy cover her mouth.

‘Shh,’ She laughed crouching besides him, feeling a little drunk as well. ‘Shut up, where the keys?’

‘Oh,’ He ransacked all of his pockets, taking out his cellphone, ID, some cash and finally the keys. Ivy unlocked the door and turn on the lights and went back outside to grab Alex.

‘Alex, honey. Come on,’ She smiled, helping him off the floor and they entered the apartment. He went straight to the couch and laid down face down and grunting. ‘Are you okay?’

‘I'm… drunk.’

‘Why did you get so drunk?’ Ivy asked plopping herself on the side of the couch and Alex crawl to her and laid his head on her thighs resting one hand on her knee.

‘I was nervous.’ He mumble.

‘About?’ Ivy asked, curious.

‘You.’

‘Me?, why?’ She felt knots on her stomach thinking that this was the confirmation of what Sophie had told her, that Alex liked her, but Ivy didn’t know if she was ready for that, for him to admit it even if he was drunk and didn’t really counted. ‘Come on, let’s get you to bed.’ She told him before he could even say anything.

‘I’m comfy here.’ He shake his head on her legs.

‘No, no more couches for anyone’ She slide from under him and he whined grabbing her leg and tug her back ‘No, let’s go to bed.’

Alex grumbled danish no sense and got up from the couch and walked dragging his feets to his room and laid down on his bed and before his head hit the pillow he was out, mouth open and lightly snoring.

Ivy snort sitting down on the end of the bed, untying the shoelaces of his sneakers and laughed.

‘Enjoy it, right.’ She said throwing the sneakers on the floor and put a blanket over Alex, thinking how anticlimactic this turn out to be tonight.

Alex woke up feeling a little bit like shit, like we was walking on a cloud. Recollection of last night events come back and the realization that he might have said things.

‘Fuck.’

He heard laughter coming from outside the room that got him frowning as he climb out of bed first of all, he took his clothes off and put a pair of sweatpants for getting about a shirt.

What he found wasn’t something that he hadn’t expected, I mean yes he did when he fantasized about this moment, but seeing it was way better.

Ivy in very revealing pajamas.

‘He lives!’ She exclaimed throwing a hand up when with the other hold a cup of coffee. He grumbled shaking his head trying not to stare but…

‘I’m dead, actually. I’m Alex’s ghost.’ He walked up to her give her a kiss on her head. ‘Morning.’

‘How you feeling?’ Ivy asked leaning on the counter taking a sip of her coffee as her eyes roamed and gulped the brown liquid. Fucking sweatpants. Ivy said to herself.

‘I’m fine, kinda hungry-’ He patted his stomach and look around the counters for his favorite cereal. ‘You?, sleep okay? Everything good with the bed?’

She moaned as she nodded, Alex eye twitch but got it under control. ‘I sleep Like a baby, so good.’

‘Great, yeah me too. Thanks for putting me to bed, I tend to wake up on the couch when I drink a little.’

‘A little?’ She laughed and nudge him on the ribs. ‘You were out and very talkative…’

Fuck fuck fuck. His heart almost leap of his chest and he just went rigid. Fuck

‘… In Danish, you were very passionate about it on the Uber back.’

Alex soul came back to his body as he relaxed and let out a laugh.

‘What were you saying?’ She asked and Alex out a spoonful full of cereals on his mouth, trying to look innocent.

‘I don’t remember’

‘Mmm.’ Ivy smiled looking at him squinting her eyes. ‘Liar.’

‘Did I say something else?’ Alex asked, carefully looking at the cereal, face flushing.

‘Maybe.’

He looked up at her and smile, feeling that she was teasing him and grabbed a soggy cereal and throw it at her, landing on her hair.

‘You did not.’ She laughed leaving her cup on the counter and walked up to him, standing right in front of Alex. ‘Take it off.’

‘What?, my clothes or yours?’ He not-so-joked, she laughed and he still fished the cereal from her hair and throw it on the sink, as he looked back again Ivy was with a little smile staring right back at him.

Ivy didn’t exactly know what she was doing, thinking before doing something wasn’t one of her virtues and the look on his face wasn’t helping to make a good decision.

Her cell phone ring loudly on the counter, it was the driver that was picking her up to take her to set.

‘Crap, I need to get dressed.’ Ivy muttered and answer the phone as she walked out of the kitchen like nothing was about to happen, leaving Alex standing.

He blinked a couple of times, rub his face and put another spoonful of his cereal on hi mouth before leaving it on the counter and walked to the couch, still a little dumbfounded.

It was going to happen, right? He wasn’t over thinking her playfulness. He bite his lips and sat down on the couch, stretching his legs and drank a little bit of coffee.

She walked out of her room fully dressed, high ponytail and her backpack slung over one shoulder and phone in hand, the thing chirped with a text message and he she cursed.

‘Shit, I gotta go.’ She typed on her phone. ‘Want me to bring pizza for dinner?’

‘Yeah, that sound great.’ Alex said smiling at her.

‘Okay, see you tonight!’ She wave and almost run out of the apartment, when she opened the door she stood there for a moment, something wasn’t right. Ivy got another one of hers I’m-not-thinking moments and turn around.

‘Wait,’ She shake her head and slide her backpack from her shoulders, leave it in the floor holding open the door and walked back going straight to Alex and grabbed the coffee from his hands as he was about to ask if she forgot something, Ivy grabbed his face and kissed him.

Alex straighten his back as soon her lips were on his, put a hand on her waist and pulled her into him. It quickly turn into a hot mess of a kiss as she straddled his lap and Alex tongue find a way in between her lips.

Her hands were holding his face as they moved to grip his bun, that she quickly discarded the hair tie throwing it besides her and let his hair fall free and frame his face.

‘Fuck Ivy,’ Alex grabbed her face and panted, out of breath as he looked at her lips swollen for the intensity of the kiss.

‘I have to go,’ She smiled and then laughed still seated on his thighs.

Alex laughed and pull her in for a peck and he nod. ‘Yeah, I know.’

Ivy just smiled and get off his lap and kissed him one more time and grabbed his coffee and put on back on his hands with that she rush out of the apartment hearing Alex laughing and cheering like an idiot.

divestar  asked:

you disgust me. WHY DID YOU DRAW FUCKING SARDONYX'S HANDS IF YOU DON'T FUCKING KNOW WHAT THE FUCK GARNET'S GEMS LOOK LIKE, YOU. FUCKING. BITCH!!!

Did you, by any chance, forgot to click anon? Right in the Boss’s lair! 
I see you also performed art theft, ooOOoooh. But I’m gonna get you!

Link to their post on their blog. (They probably delete it)

This file is from the Steven Universe wiki!
You see, wiki work is art too! Writing is art, structures are art, so you better link to their hard work and honor them.
Now as you can see I used the wiki as my reference. As you ALSO can see (or not in your case) is that I drew the gems completely show accurate (a bit boring, ain’t it?), with ETERNAL FLAME BABY on the left hand and Laughy Sapphy on the right. You see, I care a lot about details, so you won’t catch me being reckless.

Now on you. I went to see who I got so worked up over moi. See how accurate your art is. See if they are known for being…well, GOSH awful, with all honesty. But I just found a tiny excited little sugarcube….

“ please no hate or mean stuff it really effects the way I view myself “
Then why in heavens do you not do the same for others? You cannot expect people to treat you as you want them too, if you aren’t gonna life up to it either. Oh, me? I am a special case.  You see, the PROPER words used to describe yours truly are- *fast forwards*

Now I checked out YOUR perfomance of the art and honestly? I like it!
You clearly enjoyed making it and it is cute. Downright cute. You still got work to do, heck, so do I, so do we all. Keep it up, okay? You’re doing great.

But what you more importantly should work on is you. From what I see here, you are an insecure crybaby, which is ok, but not if you take it out on people. You won’t get better from that. You cannot bring me down (too powerful) and all you brought down was yourself with this message. Work on yourself and grow. Now off you go, nutcase.

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EXO When You Get a Minor Injury

Lemme just say that writing this when you can’t sleep will totally calm you down. Or maybe it’s just thinking of cuddly EXO. Anywho! Thanks and I hope you enjoy!
-Admin Noise


Xiumin: He would be so sweet. He would buy ice cream and other treats for you while you were on bed rest, telling you to take it easy and get better soon. Minseok’s main goal would be to make sure that you got enough rest and not stress. You two would sit in bed and share a tub of ice cream while watching some drama, and making comments to each other.

“Did he really just say that? He’s doing everything wrong, she’ll never love him again.”

Originally posted by secrethideoutme

Luhan: He would scold you in the beginning for being so clumsy that you hurt yourself, but soon he would start to coddle you and take care of you. It would be a fast transition from chiding to caring. He would try to entertain you with playing you some music, or watching TV with you. in the beginning, Luhan would complain about having to help you, but he will always do it as fast as he can.

“How could you let this happen, Jagi? Now I have to take care of you. Go lie down, I’ll make some food. Do you need help walking over there? I’ll bring some blankets and pillows in a minute, and your fuzzy socks.”

Originally posted by elaysium

Kris: He wouldn’t have the time to sit with you all day, but he would pay you frequent visits or calls just to make sure that you’re well fed, have enough water, and are still entertained. When he walks in and sees you asleep he just grins to himself and tucks you in and kiss your forehead, making sure that you don’t get sick and be injured. Sometimes he would crawl in with you and take a nap himself.

“Jagi, are you out- oh. Sleep well.”

Originally posted by dejawufan

Suho: Mom mode turned on He would bring you little toys and flowers whenever he went out making sure that you are healthy and happy. Sitting with you up through the night because you slept too much during the day when he was away. Joonmyun would want your recovery to come fast, but he was also enjoying the fact that you would let him take care of you.

“Jagi~ I saw this while I was out and I thought that you would love it!”

Originally posted by wooyoung

Lay: He would help out more with chores since you could barely walk to the kitchen on your own. You would try to be helpful too, but he would insist on doing the shopping alone because it was too much walking. Despite all of his best efforts he would end up getting lost in the store and end up calling you.

“Don’t worry, Jagi. Just checking in, but quick question..where is the ice cream you like? I’ve been walking all over and I can’t find it.”

Originally posted by princeyiixing

Baekhyun: He would love sitting with you on the bed while snacking and retelling some funny story. Baek would love to see you laugh, since he always gets worried when you get injured (even if it’s a papercut). It’s hard to pull him away when you’re on bed rest, he would just worry too much about you being bored or lonely.

“Don’t worry, just get better, Jagi!”

Originally posted by wooyoung

Chen: Seeing you get hurt (even this minor), would remind him that you’re not invincible and it would make him extra cuddly. He would love to hold you while you two sat in bed and watching TV or while you were reading a book. Jongdae would constantly remind you that he cares about you and that you need to be careful.

“You can’t hurt Jagi. It’s too rough to see you in pain. I guess I’ll have to cuddle you better!”

Originally posted by sebyunie

Chanyeol: He would love to poke fun and “complain” about helping you, but he would say it with a smile and he would do it quickly. Chanyeol would sit with you and sometimes bring the other beagles over to help create some entertainment or to keep you company when he has to leave. Although his favorite thing would be having you there so that he could write music while having his muse close.

“Even if I hate seeing you in pain, Jagi. I can’t lie, having you here is good inspiration for this song I’m writing.”

Originally posted by dibidibi-disrespectful

D.O: He would be super on top of your recovery, and would bring you food and water and make sure that you’re well. Kyungsoo would love to sit with you and watch movies. When you fell asleep he would turn down the volume, and sadly wake you up when it was time for more medicine, always giving you a kiss after you took the pills.

“Jagi, you haven’t eaten much. It’s important for you to keep your health up while your stuck in bed. I’ll make your favorite. Do you want me to bring you out to the kitchen so that we can keep each other company?”

Originally posted by kyvngsoo

Tao: He would believe in curing you with a lot of C&K. Cuddles and Kisses. Tao wouldn’t be able to bear seeing you in pain, so he would have a little timer to keep you up on your pain meds and he would bring you whatever you wanted. Before he leaves he would make sure to a kiss, and while he was gone he would send you messages and snapchats to keep you updated in what was going on.

“Jagi! I have to go, can I have my goodbye kiss? I promise I’ll be back soon.”

Originally posted by lil-duckling

Kai: Firstly, he would give you a small lecture about protecting your body and how you can’t be careless. But then, he would be a lot like Baekhyun, he would like making you laugh. Jongin would love joking around, and enjoy the relaxing that came from this. Often you two would lounge around talking about random things, or playing indoor fetch with the dogs. 

“Please be more careful, Jagi. My love can only heal things so fast!”

Originally posted by exoturnback

Sehun: He would enjoy sitting with you, even if it was silent because you both were on your phones. Just the company made you feel better. He would be lowkey stressed and worried about you all the time when he was gone and would send you messages asking how you are throughout the day. Even if you were right next to each other.

Sehun (5:03pm): Hey, Jagi just wanted to make sure that you’re still doing okay. I’ll be back soon…I’m bringing bubble tea.

Originally posted by exoturnback

anonymous asked:

Hello Furihata-san! Why do you like AkaFuri? Was it spontaneous otp? If AoKaga had a kid would their childs' name be Aomine/Kagami Hikaru? Am I asking too much? I think Kagami would like (to adopt) a baby girl though.. ahhh~~ kawaii nehh..

Hi anon-san! I don’t think I’ve ever been called “Furihata” before but I am digging it ayyy lmao

Oh man where do i even begin with akafuri? Spontaneous is definitely the right word for how it all happened. It was during my first read through of the manga, when I fell absolutely in love with Akashi with all his little winter cup appearances aND THE SHUTOKU MATCH HOLY HELL. I dove into the Akashi tag right away and somehow stumbled across an akafuri post. I’m usually one for crack ships so I wasn’t too caught off guard by it and when I thought back to their first encounter I was like oh???? THIS IS REALLY CUTE. Then I found my way to this akafuri blog and went through all the pages in one sitting (it was a very fast and very poignant descent, let me tell you). And, well… now they’re my otp. :) It helps that akafuri has some of the cutest doujinshi and fanart I’ve come across, making it so easy to fall in love with this ship. (。ノω\。)

I always say what I love the most about them is the dynamic of their relationship and the scope it has for creative liberties (I’m more than content with both akafuri and furiaka tbh). They’re literally on two opposite sides of the spectrum; Akashi is the emperor and could be the most powerful player in the game (I say “could be” because of Aomine. Sorry, Sei-chan), and, as Riko put it, Furihata is a coward and he doesn’t have any remarkable strengths when it comes to basketball (although he’s grown a lot since the kaijou match so “coward” might not be the right word to attach to him anymore. For shipping sake though, it has a nice ring to it.) Despite this, I think they would learn a lot and GROW a lot being with each other. Akashi would push Furihata, present him with challenges that can get him out of his shell and realizing he’s capable of so much more than he thought (a more angsty take on this would be that Furihata’s got an inferiority complex and constantly feels the need to prove he’s good enough to be with Akashi). On the other hand, because Furihata’s so “ordinary” and offers one of the few… “sane” perspectives in the manga (take the GOM reunion and his very understandable reactions to everything that was going on), he’d be the first to really keep Akashi grounded. He’d calm down that god complex and let him know that he doesn’t always have to win or be the best — that he was doing everything in his power already and that alone was enough. It’s the sort of validation Akashi lacked growing up, given his relationship with his father and the pressure of leading a powerhouse team like teiko (and then rakuzan). Furihata is stable and safe for Akashi and most importantly, what Akashi can get from him is a clean slate. A place free of judgment and without any painful memories or regrets to dwell on and hold him back. Everything is new for them when they get together; when they date they do all the “ordinary” things Akashi missed out on like movie dates and fast food joints but Akashi also introduces Furihata to the lavish life he never thought he’d see (Akashi likes to spoil him this way).

(oh mY GOD I went on a tangent there I’m so sorry if you actually read all that… OTL)

As for aokaga, Hikaru would be a really cute name for their kid and perfect for our lights !!! I like the idea of Kagami adopting a girl and naming her Taiga, after himself (a fiery little princess who takes after him when it comes to his short fuse but is probably overall a lot more graceful). I always hear about dads becoming “fools” for their daughters and I actually think it’d be Aomine who gets completely smitten by little Taiga (what can I say, she reminds him of a certain ill-tempered power forward after all :p)

Alone and Afraid

I may only be 13, but I think I’m pretty mature for my age. That’s what I had to convince my parents of so they would let me stay home by myself instead of going with them to our summer house. Every summer we would drive 5 hours upstate and spend a week visiting the oldest members of my family. It was a drag. I always hated it, but this year they finally trust me enough to let me stay home alone. Excitement was an understatement, I was ecstatic. I can’t wait to sit on the couch, eat cereal, watch cartoons, and not have to do anything my parents tell me for a whole week. And finally the time had come.

“Okay Daniel, call us if you need anything,” my mom said as she hugged me goodbye.
“Alright mom,” I said, anxious for her and my dad to just leave.
“And if there’s an emergency just call 911.”
“Alright mom.”
“And if anything like…..”
“Alright mom, geeze, I’ll be fine.”
“I know, I just worry about you.” she said and gave me one more hug before walking out the door.
“Don’t have too much fun while were gone buddy,” my dad said as he patted me on the head. He felt much more secure about the situation than my mom did. “We’ll be back on Sunday, so make sure the house is clean so your mother doesn’t freak out.”
“I will,” I promised. And they were off.

MONDAY:
This is awesome! I spent all day walking around in my underwear and eating candy. I watched T.V. for 6 hours straight. I made a dartboard out of Styrofoam and was using the kitchen knives as darts, and no one yelled at me or sent me to my room. By night time I wasn’t even tired. I stayed up until 2 in the morning. I admit, when I finally went to bed, I was a little unnerved by some noises coming from outside my window, but it was a little windy out. Yeah that’s it, it’s just the wind.

TUESDAY:
I woke up at noon to someone loudly knocking on my front door, but when I went to see who it was, there was nobody there. That was kind of weird, I thought. Oh well, maybe I just took too long to get there and they left. I did mostly the same stuff I did the day before. It was starting to get old kind of fast though. I fell asleep at about 9pm from boredom. I woke up three hours later at midnight to a loud crash. I jumped up off the sofa. What the hell was that. I slowly creeped around the dark corners of my house, holding one of the kitchen knives for protection. Slowly, carefully paced, not making one sound with each step, I checked around my whole house; except for my parents room which was locked. Every pitch black room and hallway was clear, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone, or something was watching me. I went to my room and locked the door behind me. I turned on my T.V. but muted it. I spent the entire night with my eyes wide open watching T.V. but listening intently to the mysteriously ominous sound of silence. And….wind?

WEDNESDAY:
It’s 7am. The sun’s been up for about an hour and a half now, but I still haven’t moved from my bed. I guess I should get up. I was definitely sleep deprived, but there was no sleeping now. I still had the lingering feeling of peril residing deep inside me for some reason. I whipped open my door, knife in hand, ready to stab any intruder who might be waiting for me on the other side. There was no one. I walked around my house again to check it out, feeling a bit safer about it not being dark. Still no one. Not finding a stranger in my house didn’t put me completely at ease though. I debated heavily on whether or not to call my parents, but decided against it. What was I going to say, mommy I’m scared. Besides, if they think I’m not comfortable alone, I’ll have to go with them next year. So I spent most of my day in the living room, on the sofa, with all the shades drawn shut. I watched T.V. until about 3 in the afternoon, when I finally started to doze off. Just before I could drift away into a much needed slumber, once again, someone started banging at the front door. I immediately hit the floor, and crawled behind my couch. There was no way I was going to open that door. This time whoever it was knocked two more times relentlessly. Should I call the cops? No. What could they do? It’s not illegal to knock on someones door. I layed behind the couch for at least 20 minutes, just waiting to feel safe enough to assess the situation. Finally, I grew the courage to get up and check it out. I went to the front door, turned the knob and pulled it open. Whoever was there was long gone by now, but I still wanted to take a look around the perimeter of my house, so I did. When I got to the back where the living room window is, I saw what had made the crash I heard last night. My mother’s porcelain statue of a large gnome, which was right next to the window, was shattered to pieces. Someone must have bumped into it and knocked it over. There’s no way any animal around here could have knocked it over, it was too heavy. That means someone was watching me last night. A dark chill ran through my body. I ran back inside as fast as I could, and locked myself in my room. I sat on the floor with my back against the wall trying to convince myself that there was a reasonable explanation for all this. I couldn’t think of one. After a while, I decided to cover up all the windows in the house with some cardboard boxes I found in the guest room. The lack of sleep I had was really starting to affect me, but I wasn’t even going to try to close my eyes. Again I spent the entire night awake in my room, with the T.V. on, and the sound off. 

THURSDAY:
This is the second day in a row I’ve watched the sun come up and not slept. I stayed in my room until about 11:30am. I haven’t eaten much either, my anxiety wouldn’t let me. I do feel the need to eat though, even if it’s just a piece of bread. So slowly, and as quietly as I could, I made my way into the kitchen. I ended up eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I started to walk into the living room, thinking I would try to relax in there for a little while, when I heard something. It was at the front door. Someone was jostling the door knob. I freaked out. “GO AWAY!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, but as I was yelling I could see the door knob turning. It was probably very fast, but everything that happened after that point, was in slow motion to me. I remembered my father had a small revolver hidden in a box in the bottom of his closet. I sprinted down the hallway faster than I’d ever run before. There was a chain lock on the front door, but it wouldn’t be hard to push through so i knew I had only seconds. My parents room was right at the end of the hallway. Since it was locked, I’d have to try to just go through it. When I was close enough, I jumped into the air and drop kicked the door with all my might. Surprisingly, I broke through with ease. One of my legs went completely through it, while the other managed to rip off half the door frame. I was bleeding badly and had a million splinters in my leg, but I was in the room. I yanked my right leg out of the door and flew over to the closet. I slid open the gliding door, and frantically pulled out the contents of it until I got to the shoe box in the back. I flung it open and grabbed the .38 revolver out of it. The only thing I could hear was my own heart pumping and footsteps coming down the hall. It sounded like more than one pair and they were coming right at me. I was going to shoot as soon as they walked through the doorway. All in less than a second; the two intruders walked in, I pulled the trigger twice, hit them both in the chest, and realized I had made a terrible mistake. Why didn’t they let me know they were coming home early.

I would later find out that the person who broke my mom’s porcelain gnome was her friend. My mother was worried about me, so she had her friend come over to check up on me. She was also the one who knocked on the door, both times. And the noise I heard outside my window the first night, probably was just the wind. My parents came home early because my mom’s stupid friend said she felt like something was wrong with me. They tried to call but we only have cordless phones, and I didn’t charge them because I was too busy having a panic attack. Anyway, I don’t ‘feel’ anymore. Emotions fled my life forever. The last time I felt any emotion was when my moms friend came to visit me in my new home, the psych ward. I told her if I ever got the chance I was going to slowly slice her throat open and rub dirt in the wound. I blame the whole incident solely on her. If she wasn’t so sketchy, peeping through my windows in the middle of the night, I’d still have a mom and dad. If i ever see her again, she’s dead. It’s actually the only thing I look forward to now…….

Written by; Sage

Half A Heart (Harry Styles Imagine)

“You are so, sooo beautiful,”

Your stylist remarked as she stares at your final look. Hair done in a bun with little curls falling across your ears, light make up with pink lipstick and looking like a goddess on your long, white gown. You smiled shyly at her to cover up your nerves. Your knees are shaking and your palms are sweating. Swerving butterflies are playing in your stomach. This is it.

This is it.

Mixed motions are playing inside your body that almost want to make you throw up. You took a last glance of your reflection in the mirror. You looked mortifyingly gorgeous. And as you walk out of the room, you grab your stylist’s hand and spoke, “Thank you so much,” before she give your hand a squeeze and smiled softly at you. And you’re back to barely breathing. You walked out of the villa where you stayed for the night with your stylist and her company helped you with your dress until you reached the car outside. Inside the car is your Mom and Dad who are waiting for you and as soon as you entered the automobile, your mom got emotional again and your dad is as proud as ever.

“Daddy?” you muttered as you look at him while you arrange yourself to sit next to him. “You don’t look surprised huh?”

“Because I’m not. I know you’re always beautiful, I just feel so proud,” your dad said and you felt your heart is melting. You hugged him quick and kiss your mom’s cheek. “Mom, I’m not going to war,” you tried to calm your mom down and she nodded. You understand that she’s just so happy for you.

After few minutes, which felt like more of just seconds for you, you reached the church. Even inside the car, you can hear the bells and the music from the cathedral. And it added nerves. Everything is going out of control inside your body and you’re just too afraid to be emotional because you don’t wanna mess up your look.

“It’s time, honey,” your father broke your thought, never realizing that you’re the only one left in the car. He offered you his hand while he is standing outside and you take it as you leave the seat in your car.

As you get near the church, you hear the melody and the choir getting louder. Oh god. This is really is it.

And you reached the entrance. The cathedral is so big and there are so many people inside. As you stand outside, camera flashes are blinding you but you’re used to it. You’ve got used to the attention you’re getting, being the girlfriend of a superstar singer. You never knew it until you are the next in line. You walked on the carpet and your knees are shaking strongly. You looked at the crowd as you walk and see familiar faces. Friends, colleagues, and other stars. As you get near the altar, you looked straight forward. And at the other end of the altar, you see him.

Gorgeous looking as a god.

“Oh, fuck,” you muttered under your breath and your father chuckled. “You can’t curse darling, you’re inside the church,” and you laughed, “Sorry, dad.” You smiled as you passed by the rest of the boys and they nodded at you, Niall mouthing the word congratulations.

You almost reached altar and your Dad has to go to his seat, he kissed your cheek and you know this is it. There’s no going back. Harry walked closer to you and offered you his arm and you took it happily. He looked so unfairly handsome but it seemed to you that there’s something wrong with him. Maybe he’s just nervous too so you tried breaking the ice to make him feel comfortable.

“Hey there stranger,” you said as you teasingly smiled at him and he just looked at you, give you a nod and smiled a little. This is so unusual to you. He used to get so cheeky when you tease him but today had been different and you wondered why. But then you remembered, oh yeah. Today, you’re getting married, this isn’t a normal day.

As the ceremony passes by, you see him look uncomfortable and restless. And you understood, because you too as well, is getting this mixed emotions. The events went so fast that you never realized it’s already time for exchanging vows. You excitedly took out your crumpled piece of paper where your vows are written and look at the crowd. Oh dear, you can’t afford to be ashamed at this number of people. And as your eyes scan the crowd before reading your vow, you almost died of shock as Harry held you hand. You look at him, his eyes are dull and empty and he spoke,

“I can’t do this,”

And with that, everything seemed to be at pause. You’re aware that the people didn’t hear that but somehow, the noise died at the moment he said it. You’re not absorbing what he said. You can’t react. This is horrible. Mortifying. Unbelievable.

“I’m sorry,”

..are the words that he said. People started making inaudible noises because the latter words are louder and they seemed to notice what is wrong. And even before you knew it, you’re already running down the aisle, heading for the door and you can hear him call your name to stop you. Everything you see is a blur because of the tears in your eyes. You can’t believe what Harry had done. “He can’t do this,” you muttered to yourself as you sobbingly ran outside and the last sound you heard is screeching of tires before everything went to black…

A/N: Hiii! Hope you liked it. Please leave comments and suggestions! I missed writing tbh. Stay STYLES-ish. xxx

Alone and Afraid

I may only be 13, but I think I’m pretty mature for my age. That’s what I had to convince my parents of so they would let me stay home by myself instead of going with them to our summer house. Every summer we would drive 5 hours upstate and spend a week visiting the oldest members of my family. It was a drag. I always hated it, but this year they finally trust me enough to let me stay home alone. Excitement was an understatement, I was ecstatic. I can’t wait to sit on the couch, eat cereal, watch cartoons, and not have to do anything my parents tell me for a whole week. And finally the time had come.

“Okay Daniel, call us if you need anything,” my mom said as she hugged me goodbye.

“Alright mom,” I said, anxious for her and my dad to just leave.

“And if there’s an emergency just call 911.”

“Alright mom.”

“And if anything like…..”

“Alright mom, geeze, I’ll be fine.”

“I know, I just worry about you.” she said and gave me one more hug before walking out the door.

“Don’t have too much fun while were gone buddy,” my dad said as he patted me on the head. He felt much more secure about the situation than my mom did. “We’ll be back on Sunday, so make sure the house is clean so your mother doesn’t freak out.”

“I will,” I promised. And they were off.

MONDAY:
This is awesome! I spent all day walking around in my underwear and eating candy. I watched T.V. for 6 hours straight. I made a dartboard out of Styrofoam and was using the kitchen knives as darts, and no one yelled at me or sent me to my room. By night time I wasn’t even tired. I stayed up until 2 in the morning. I admit, when I finally went to bed, I was a little unnerved by some noises coming from outside my window, but it was a little windy out. Yeah that’s it, it’s just the wind.

TUESDAY:
I woke up at noon to someone loudly knocking on my front door, but when I went to see who it was, there was nobody there. That was kind of weird, I thought. Oh well, maybe I just took too long to get there and they left. I did mostly the same stuff I did the day before. It was starting to get old kind of fast though. I fell asleep at about 9pm from boredom. I woke up three hours later at midnight to a loud crash. I jumped up off the sofa. What the hell was that. I slowly creeped around the dark corners of my house, holding one of the kitchen knives for protection. Slowly, carefully paced, not making one sound with each step, I checked around my whole house; except for my parents room which was locked. Every pitch black room and hallway was clear, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone, or something was watching me. I went to my room and locked the door behind me. I turned on my T.V. but muted it. I spent the entire night with my eyes wide open watching T.V. but listening intently to the mysteriously ominous sound of silence. And….wind?

WEDNESDAY:
It’s 7am. The sun’s been up for about an hour and a half now, but I still haven’t moved from my bed. I guess I should get up. I was definitely sleep deprived, but there was no sleeping now. I still had the lingering feeling of peril residing deep inside me for some reason. I whipped open my door, knife in hand, ready to stab any intruder who might be waiting for me on the other side. There was no one. I walked around my house again to check it out, feeling a bit safer about it not being dark. Still no one. Not finding a stranger in my house didn’t put me completely at ease though. I debated heavily on whether or not to call my parents, but decided against it. What was I going to say, mommy I’m scared. Besides, if they think I’m not comfortable alone, I’ll have to go with them next year. So I spent most of my day in the living room, on the sofa, with all the shades drawn shut. I watched T.V. until about 3 in the afternoon, when I finally started to doze off. Just before I could drift away into a much needed slumber, once again, someone started banging at the front door. I immediately hit the floor, and crawled behind my couch. There was no way I was going to open that door. This time whoever it was knocked two more times relentlessly. Should I call the cops? No. What could they do? It’s not illegal to knock on someones door. I layed behind the couch for at least 20 minutes, just waiting to feel safe enough to assess the situation. Finally, I grew the courage to get up and check it out. I went to the front door, turned the knob and pulled it open. Whoever was there was long gone by now, but I still wanted to take a look around the perimeter of my house, so I did. When I got to the back where the living room window is, I saw what had made the crash I heard last night. My mother’s porcelain statue of a large gnome, which was right next to the window, was shattered to pieces. Someone must have bumped into it and knocked it over. There’s no way any animal around here could have knocked it over, it was too heavy. That means someone was watching me last night. A dark chill ran through my body. I ran back inside as fast as I could, and locked myself in my room. I sat on the floor with my back against the wall trying to convince myself that there was a reasonable explanation for all this. I couldn’t think of one. After a while, I decided to cover up all the windows in the house with some cardboard boxes I found in the guest room. The lack of sleep I had was really starting to affect me, but I wasn’t even going to try to close my eyes. Again I spent the entire night awake in my room, with the T.V. on, and the sound off. 

THURSDAY:
This is the second day in a row I’ve watched the sun come up and not slept. I stayed in my room until about 11:30am. I haven’t eaten much either, my anxiety wouldn’t let me. I do feel the need to eat though, even if it’s just a piece of bread. So slowly, and as quietly as I could, I made my way into the kitchen. I ended up eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I started to walk into the living room, thinking I would try to relax in there for a little while, when I heard something. It was at the front door. Someone was jostling the door knob. I freaked out. “GO AWAY!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, but as I was yelling I could see the door knob turning. It was probably very fast, but everything that happened after that point, was in slow motion to me. I remembered my father had a small revolver hidden in a box in the bottom of his closet. I sprinted down the hallway faster than I’d ever run before. There was a chain lock on the front door, but it wouldn’t be hard to push through so i knew I had only seconds. My parents room was right at the end of the hallway. Since it was locked, I’d have to try to just go through it. When I was close enough, I jumped into the air and drop kicked the door with all my might. Surprisingly, I broke through with ease. One of my legs went completely through it, while the other managed to rip off half the door frame. I was bleeding badly and had a million splinters in my leg, but I was in the room. I yanked my right leg out of the door and flew over to the closet. I slid open the gliding door, and frantically pulled out the contents of it until I got to the shoe box in the back. I flung it open and grabbed the .38 revolver out of it. The only thing I could hear was my own heart pumping and footsteps coming down the hall. It sounded like more than one pair and they were coming right at me. I was going to shoot as soon as they walked through the doorway. All in less than a second; the two intruders walked in, I pulled the trigger twice, hit them both in the chest, and realized I had made a terrible mistake. Why didn’t they let me know they were coming home early.

I would later find out that the person who broke my mom’s porcelain gnome was her friend. My mother was worried about me, so she had her friend come over to check up on me. She was also the one who knocked on the door, both times. And the noise I heard outside my window the first night, probably was just the wind. My parents came home early because my mom’s stupid friend said she felt like something was wrong with me. They tried to call but we only have cordless phones, and I didn’t charge them because I was too busy having a panic attack. Anyway, I don’t ‘feel’ anymore. Emotions fled my life forever. The last time I felt any emotion was when my moms friend came to visit me in my new home, the psych ward. I told her if I ever got the chance I was going to slowly slice her throat open and rub dirt in the wound. I blame the whole incident solely on her. If she wasn’t so sketchy, peeping through my windows in the middle of the night, I’d still have a mom and dad. If i ever see her again, she’s dead. It’s actually the only thing I look forward to now…….

Written by; Sage

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