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Inspirational Quotes

Everyone needs extra inspiration/motivation every once in a while. Therefore, I have compiled a list of some of my favourite inspirational Harry Potter quotes (quotes are from the books and films).

  • “Working hard is important. But there is something that matters even more, believing in yourself”
  • “Books! And cleverness! There are more important things! - Friendship! And Bravery!”
  • “When in doubt, go to the library”
  • “It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities”
  • “It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live”
  • “It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends”
  • “Ah, music,” he said wiping his eyes. “A magic beyond all we do here”
  • “Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on Earth should that mean that it is not real?”
  • “Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic”
  • “Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if only one remembers to turn on the the light”
  • “In dreams, we enter a world that’s entirely our own”
  • “It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be”
  • “We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are”
  • “Well, [bad] times like that bring out the best in some people and the worst in others’
  • “The ones who love us never really leave us, you can always find them in here”
  • “What’s life without a little risk?”
  • “We’re all human, aren’t we? Every human life is worth the same, and worth saving”
  • “You sort of start thinking anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve”
  • “Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect”
  • “No good sitting worrying about it. What’s coming will come, and we’ll meet it when it does”

I hope these quotes inspire you too!

After Viktor and Yuuri retire from competitive figure skating, it becomes notoriously difficult to get an interview with even one of them unless they’re at a skating competition as Yura’s coaches.

It’s even more difficult to get them to agree to a photoshoot.

So when both Yuuri and Viktor, miraculously, agree to answer some questions for one particularly popular figure skating magazine, it’s like a dream come true.

They even agree to pose for a bunch of photos.

But only on one condition.

No photoshop.

The magazine editors are quick to agree. That’s not exactly much of a concession to make, when both models already look like they’ve stepped out of a magazine.

(In hindsight, Yura’s slightly queasy, but ultimately amused expression and muffled snickering probably should have alerted them that something was up.)

Then, the day of the shoot arrives, and Yuuri shows up with hickies scattered all over his neck and collarbones.

They’re supposed to be modelling shirtless.

The photographer faints.

Then, Viktor takes off his shirt, and there are bright red scratches all down his back.

While everyone runs around panicking, trying to figure out what to do, Viktor and Yuuri just stand to the side, casually sipping their Starbucks and watching the goings on with amusement.

There are many negotiations, and the couple is offered triple their original price in exchange for photoshopping the scratches and hickies off.

Viktor and Yuuri already have more than enough money, and it’s more amusing this way, so they refuse.

After another hour or two of arguing back and forth, they decide that finding more models at this time would be too much trouble, and that the prestige of actually having had Yuuri and Viktor pose for them was worth the risk of running the pictures.

When all their friends see the photos, Yuuri and Viktor get several amused (and a few scandalized) texts and phonecalls from basically everyone they know.

The entire figure skating fandom explodes and dies.

That issue of the magazine ends up being the most popular issue ever.

Viktor and Yuuri are impressed that they actually went through with it - that magazine has managed to gain their respect.

In the future, they agree to many more interviews and photoshoots with that magazine. They usually cooperate, but every once in awhile they do manage to find a way to cause trouble for the poor employees.

The couple is the most difficult people that magazine has ever had to work with. But all the money they bring is more than worth the frustration.

How to avoid informed traits

You know those characters that are constantly referred to so smart or so capable or so sensitive (etc. etc.) by other characters or in the narration? And every time it comes up you find yourself shaking your head or rolling your eyes because the character in question  either is as bland as boiled potatoes or constantly acts in ways that contradict those claims without explanation? 

That’s what is commonly called an “informed trait”. You’re told the character is a certain way (or has a certain ability), but there is more or less nothing in the text to back that up. 

It goes the other way around, too, with informed flaws that are supposed to make a character more relatable or interesting - think almost every romantic comedy leading lady who is supposedly “shy” and “clumsy”, but in a cute, endearing way that only ever comes up when the plot asks for it. 

It’s frustrating, distracting, incredibly dull and at times downright insulting to the reader to encounter a story where one or more characters have a bad case of this, but unfortunately, it’s a pretty common weakness even in otherwise strong, well-written stories with interesting and complex character concepts. 

Since characters and how the reader feels about them (whether they are supposed to relate to them, look up to them or feel repulsed by them) can really make or break a story, informed traits are an easy trap to fall into and many a writer’s Achilles heel. 

So, how to avoid them?

This is where the trusty old “Show, don’t tell” comes in. You have most likely been told before that it’s usually better to go for subtlety and leave something to the reader’s imagination than to spell it out, and that is true. 

It’s challenging to imply something without outright saying it. You have to get creative with the details you want to put into your story to get a point across by relying on your audience’s ability to read between the lines, and while it’s absolutely worth it to go the extra mile, you also run the risk of making your narrative too stilted and contrived instead. 

However, there is a fairly simple trick to make your characterization feel more natural and insert it into the story smoothly:

Stop thinking of your characters as possessing certain traits and start thinking of their personalities as a collection of habits, preferences and specific abilities. 

It might not sound like that big of a difference, but it will make translating your character traits into text much, much easier and save you a lot of trouble while editing. 

Some examples:

  1.  A “smart” character

    This can mean a lot of things. You could have a character who is booksmart, learns quickly, reads a lot, can retain information easily and access it when needed, but has trouble applying theoretical knowledge in real life, someone who entertains their friends by telling them about weird facts and trivia, someone who can still recite poems they had to learn by heart when they were ten, someone with a tendency to talk in such complex run-on sentences they frequently forget what they were talking about half-way through. 
    Or you could have a character who is good at problem-solving instead, who likes puzzles and riddles, who gleefully obsesses over odd problems to find even odder solutions, but thinks so far out of the box in order to remain engaged in their current task they often miss the forest for the trees.  

  2. A “brave” character

    Try to instead make a character who can never resist a challenge, who is a thrill-seeker and went bungee jumping about a dozen times already, who enjoys dragging their friends on the most dangerous looking rides in an amusement park and endlessly teases them about how pale they went afterwards. Make someone who simply cannot stand by when they see someone else get bullied, someone with a collection of scars they wear proudly and a story to tell about each one.
      
  3. A “shy” character

    Forget about characters who blush prettily when spoken to and that’s it. Instead, write about a character who can’t make eye contact without forcing themselves to, who stumbles over their own words when talking to strangers, who is afraid of wearing bright colours because it might draw attention to them, someone who is humble and polite, but distant and comes across as cold or uncaring because they have tendency to hide their insecurity by retreating into themselves, even though seeming rude is the last thing on their mind.

Insert these habits into the story wherever they fit best. Be consistent in the portrayal of your character’s behaviour, even as character development kicks in. Adjust deliberately, but reasonably. After all, old habits die hard, so having your character break with one, however minor, can be a powerful moment with just as much emotional resonance as a flashy, dramatic scene meant to convey the same sentiment, and any “big” scenes will likely feel more organic if the reader has already seen traces of the necessary character changes before. 

coming out tips

we’ve gotten a lot of asks about this in the past few days and can’t answer all of them – here’s a little list of tips. feel free to add on!

- be calm. you got this. be firm and decisive.
- give them time to process. tell whoever you’re coming out to, then leave them alone for a while so they don’t act impulsively and get upset.
- coming out via text or a similar method is okay.
- don’t come out if you aren’t ready, or if your safety isn’t guaranteed. it isn’t worth risking.
- be prepared to bust myths about your sexuality (yes mom, bi people can be monogamous)
- be prepared to answer questions! leave communication channels open and make sure they know you’re open to answering questions.
- be prepared to debate a little, especially if the people you’re coming out to are religious or conservative.
- stay calm. you can handle it, and i believe in you.

6

Love is one of the few things in the world that cannot be bought nor forced but that doesn’t mean people can’t gain it because against the romantic belief love isn’t something that happens at first sight. Because love favours the brave and those who don’t hesitate to fight for it. Gook Doo has wasted years to realize and confess his feelings to BS and now he wastes another day when he asks her (via text message!) to meet her tomorrow. However, Min Hyuk never had those 15 years with BS to begin with, he’s had only months and now that he fully understands what he feels for her, there is no point in waiting for him because he is feeling those emotions now. 

MH knew for a long time that he cares for BS but only in the library, while he’s reflecting he fully realized and accepted the depth and power of his feelings for her, recognized them for what they really were, and how much she meant to him because when his secretary asked why he let himself be stabbed for BS it dawned on him that he was READY TO RISK HIS OWN LIFE TO PROTECT HER and how close he came to lose her.

Min Hyuk is so lovelorn and aching for Bong Soon that his heart is literally hurting and he’s suffering from insomnia. It’s urgency and the restleness of his heart which drives him from his bed (he is hurting so much for her!) and it makes him literally running to the Do Bong neighborhood, ONCE AGAIN WEARING ONLY  A JACKET OVER HIS PYJAMAS! And then there is GD who sent her a text to meet her tomorrow! There is no better way to illustrate who of the two men cares more for BS or is desperate more. 

It’s suggested that one of the reasons why GD didn’t confess to BS might have been because he was afraid of losing her, but it’s not like MH has nothing to lose. To the contrary, he has everything to lose - he can lose Bong Soon and break his own heart. Make no mistake he IS AFRAID AND SCARED; he is afraid of getting rejected, of having his heart broken BUT TO HIM BS IS A WOMAN WORTH RISKING HIS HEART FOR; and IF HE DOESN’T RISK IT HE WON’T GAIN ANYTHING. Love doesn’t wait and chances and opportunities are not something that waits for you - you need to create them yourself.

City of Stars

A/N Hey there! So wth Dragobete (AKA Romainian Valentines day) coming up, for some reason it has got me in a mood to write a few love stories to get everyone else in a lovey mood. So I was listeing to the La La Land musical? movie sound track (which I am in love with) and I decided to write a Lucifer Morningstar x Reader Imagine bassed off of two (well really one) of the songs which you can listen to here and here Hope you enjoy!

Pairings/ Characters: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Warnings: Nothing fam enjoy your fluff :)

Originally posted by the-ghost-of-utopia

From the momment he saw her walk into Lux, Lucifer knew that there was something there. He felt, what he had heard humans refer to as a spark. Y/N was undeniably beautiful, though not in the traditional sense. She had a more artistic and precise beauty to her. And her voice sounded like the most beautiful musical instrument, soft and gentle. She had walked into Lux, her Y/H/C hair braided in a loose side braid, and a simple knee lenght dress. Compared to the rest of her friends, who dressed in attire Lucifer was all to familer with, Y/N stuck out like a sore thumb.

 Lucifer’s attention was immediatly drawn to her. He waved off the two women who has been fawning over him and made his way accross the loud club. As her friends left to get drinks, Lucifer alked up to her, his heart suddenly beating a million times faster. 

“Well hello there,” Lucifer said, “What may be your name, love?

“Oh hi,” she replied. “Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. And you?”

“Lucifer Morningstar,” He replied. He glanced at the bar where her friends at gone, only to find them not there. Rather they were having the time of their lives with some random men on the dance floor.

“’Would you like to dance with me?” Lucifer blurted out. He quickly regained his compossure when he saw her shocked reaction. “I only meant.. well you’re alone here. Clubs like this are no fun when you’re alone.”

“Oh I m not alone, I am here with a couple of friends,” Y/N started. “They just went over there to…” She said point o the bar. She stopped when she realized they wern’t there. “Oh… well they are here. Somewhere. I don’t intend on staying.”

“Oh come one Y/N,” Lucifer said. He brought his arm arund her back and rested his hand on her shoulder gently guiding her to the dance floor. He pointed at her freinds. “Your friends are having the time of their life by the looks of it. Come on, just give me five minuetes to change your mind. Then you can decide?” he outstretched his hand, hoping she would take it.

Y/N thought for a second, looking at her friends as they laughed and smiled, dancing with men and women that they didn’t even know. And they were having the time of their lives. She smiled softly and took Lucifers hand.

“Fine but only 5 mineutes.” Y/N said.

“Works for me,” Lucifer said as he guided her to the floor.

Even though it was only supposed to be just 5 minetes , it quickly turned into 10. Then 30. Then 1 hour. As time went by Lucifer and Y/N lost count of how long they danced and talked and laughed. By the time they had finished, mainly out of exhaustion, a good bulk of the crowd including Y/N’s friends had gone home for the evening. 

“So, you’re a Jazz player then?” Lucifer asked her as she took another sip of her water. 

“Yep,” Y/N replied. “I have loved Jazz from the momment my father who by the way played trumpet at a local Jazz club, introduced me to it. I just sort of fell in love with it. The smoothness and the feel of it. Everything about it.”

“I see.” Lucifer said. “So you play trumpet as well I assume?”

“No. Actually I play piano.” Y/N replied. “My mouth is apparently to small to play trumpet. But thats okay. I always prefered Piano anyways.” She tookanother drink of her water.

“So what about you, Mr. Morningstar. Is this all you do?” Y/N asked gesturing to the night club around them.

“No,” Lucifer said. “Actually I work with the LAPD. I am a civilian consultent.”

“Hmm, sounds interesting.” Y/N replied. “Have you caught lots of crimminals?”

“Yes and punished them accordingly.” Lucifer said proudly.

“Ok, I’m going to assume that means you just put them behind bars.” Y/N said. She glanced at her smal watch and almost jumped out of her seat.

“Oh shit! Is it really 3 AM?” Y/N exclaimed. She got up quickly and finished her water. “I’ve got to get home. I have an audition in 6 hours. It was lovely meeting you, Lucifer.”

“Agreed, we should do this again.” Lucifer said with a small smile. 

Y/N blushed softly. She then took out a small piece of paper and wrote down her number and handed it to him. “Whenever convient, give me a call.” she said with a small. The she ran out of the doors of Lux, leaving Lucifers heart soaring.

He sighed contently and had a few of his workers close up Lux as he made his way up to the penthouse. He leaned over the railing of the balcomny and stared into the night sky, which was only illuminated by stars. He stared at the small paper in his hands, a small smile playing at his lips.

Here in his hands, he had a chance at something. Something meaningful and perhaps even wonderful. However he was not a fan of heart break and wasn’t exactly boyfriend material. So why bother? Why was he still holding on to her number when he could easily let it go and move on with his life.

He lookd up to the city and began to whistle to him self, playing with the paper in his hands. Looking put to the city, he sang to himself:

“City of stars

Are you shining just for me?

City of stars

There is so much that I can’t see

Who knows?

Is this the start of something wonerful and new?

Or one more dream that I can not make true?”

He looked at her number and decided she was worth the risk. He entered her number into his phone, sent her a quick text and allowed the wind to take the small paper out of his hands and into the Los Angeles skyline.

——————————————————————————

That was a year ago. Since then Y/N and Lucifer’s love had deepened and truely sprouted into something wonderful and new. Y/N life had never been better after Lucifer had texted her that night asking when she would be able to see him again.

 Her heart felt like it was soaring high above everyone and everything else, as if nothing to take down this love. Date after date, night after, her and Lucifer grew into something far more deeper and intimate than just love. There was something else there. Something neither of them could pin.

By the time they had been dating for 8 months, Y/N had asked Lucifer who he really was, as she didn’t really believe any parent would name their son Lucifer. And he had trusted her. Enough to show her his true form. And although the initial shock had taken time to get over and understand, it didn’tchange the way Y/N felt about him.

 Lucifer also revealed hat Mazikeen, his bartebder who goes by Maze was actually a demon and Ammenadiel was his brother and an angel. And Charlotte Richards, an attoerny Y/N disliked heavily was actually lucifers mother AKA the mother of all creation. And yet. she had taken all of this infomation in rather well. After that, there was a whole new level of trust between them. One that would be hard to break and even harder to mend if broken.

Y/N walked into Lux, her music bag slung over her shoulder and her Y/H/C hair up in a messy bun. Maze was cleaning the counter behind the bar. Y/N approached her, setting her bag in one of the chairs. 

“Hey Maze,” Y/N greated. “Didn’t expect to see you here. I thpoight you had moved in with Chole last month?”

“I did. Just felt like coming back. Couldn’t stand being around that tiny human any longer.” Maze replied. Y/N nodded, sensing Maze’s dislike for children.

“Oh, Lucifer asked you to meet him in the penthouse. Said he needed to show you something up there.” Maze informed her. 

Y/N was slightly confused but went along with it. She picked up her music bag and began making her way up to the penthouse, bidding Maze goodbye as she did so.

Originally posted by mametupa

With a pleasent ding the elevator opened, revealing Lucifer sitting at his piano playing a lovely tune. Y/N smiled and watched him for a second. She had always loved watching him play. He just seemed so at peace with everything around him, as if the rest of the world just faded away.

Y/N walked up to him and wraped her arms around his waist and rested her chin on his shoulder as he continued to play. She gave him a soft kiss on the cheek and watched his hands dance on the piano keys.

“I haven’t heard that one before.” Y/N said.

“That’s because I have been writting it for you,” Lucifer replied. Y/N raised her eyebrow. She slid next him on the piano bench at the high end.

“Show me then,” Y/N asked.

“Well I’m not done yet love,” Lucifer Morningstar. 

“Then I’ll help you finish it.” Y/N told him. Lucifer smiled and began to play the tune again. 

“City of stars

Are you shing just for me? 

City of stars

There’s so much that I can’t see

Who knows?

I felt it from the first embrace I shared with you” Lucifer sang stopping on a high, as if to invite her to play. Y/N didnt deny the invitation and began to play on the high end.

“That now our dreams they’ve finally come true.

City of stars 

Just one thing everybody wants

There in the bars

And through the smoke screens of the 

Crowded resturants

It’s love

Yes all we’re looking for is love

From someone else.” Y/n looked to Lucifer, letting him know it was his turn to sing.

“A rush,” He sang

‘A glance,” She countered

‘A touch” 

‘A dance”  They both shared a looked as they played a little louder and cresendoded into the next verse as Lucifers vocals took over, with Y/N joing in where she could..

‘A look in sombody’s eyes

To light up the skies

To open the world and send it reeling

A voice that says I’ll be here and you’ll be alright

I don’t care if I know 

Just where I will go 

Cause all that I need is this crazy feeling

A rat-tat-tat on my heart.” They finished together. 

“Think I wanted to stay,” Lucifer sang as he went back to the original begining melody, Y/N getting off the piano to let him finish it out.

City of stars

Are you shining just for me?

City of stars” He sang as he added a trill to the higher note, giving her the last word. Y/N smiled and looked him the eye. 

“You’ve never shined so brightly.” Y/N finished softly.

Lucifer finished the song and looked at her. “So? Did you like it?”

“I loved it,” Y/N said. Lucifer leaned in and stole a soft but passionate kiss.

“Happy anniversary love,” He said.

‘Happy anniversary Lucifer.”

GCSE study tips
  • Take extra notes in class (that you will be able to revise from later!       
  • Revise for every subject – not just the ones you enjoy most
  •  Practice past papers and exam questions under a timed setting
  • Use colours to help you remember what you are writing.
  • For maths and science make notes of every formula you use.
  • Make flash cards.
  • Go to any revision sessions available.
  • If your school offers parentpay buy your revision books through that as it is cheaper.
  • Stay hydrated throughout the day and eat well.
  • This may seem nerdy but if you have finished all the work in class ask for an extension task.
  • Use this youtube channel  *clicky clicky* for English lit. (You can also email him work for him to grade I believe)
  • Keep any old work/exercise books to revise from
  • Don’t constantly revise- take a ten minute break every twenty five minutes.
  • Eat a healthy snack or chew gum whilst you revise, if you can then chew the same gum during the exam (only if you can, please don’t get disqualified) it triggers a memory reflex.
  • Don’t cram everything two weeks before the exam, revise over a long period of time.
  • Make sure there aren’t distractions whilst you revise.
  • Don’t stress out – no matter how much the government fucks us over with the new grading system and the new specs it is not worth risking your mental health for a few numbers on a piece of paper.
Mina’s Girlfriend?

Originally posted by kyuteu-k

Mina x Reader

Secret Relationship

Requested

Word Count: 549

Admin Michelle

Can you meet up today?

Mina read over the text a couple more times, debating whether or not it would be worth the risk. There was no Twice schedule planned for the day but, also, she couldn’t really tell the other girls “I’m going to meet my girlfriend be back in an hour.”

Her mind was made up, though, when you texted her again saying you had a surprise for her. She got dressed and tip toed her way out of the dorm while no one else was paying attention.


“She’s not answering her phone,” Jihyo sighed, hanging up after getting Mina’s voicemail for the third time. Sneaking out of the dorm wasn’t something that she did, at least not by herself. Usually, if they girls wanted out for a bit, they would go in pairs and have everyone else cover for them until they got back. Disappearing alone and not answering phone calls wasn’t very Mina. So, of course, the other girls were worried.

The eight of them exchanged looks before decided that someone had to go find her. After a very intense game of rock paper scissors, Jihyo, Nayeon and Jeongyeon were put in charge of finding Mina. The three of them got dressed in their hoodies and masks and made sure the rest of them all had their phones and knew what the cover story was in case the manager showed up.

“I can’t believe Mina snuck out without the rest of us,” Jihyo mumbled as they started walking around the neighborhood. They had decided that they were going to check everywhere from the convenience store to the used booksellers, taking turns calling Mina as they walked.

“I know,” Nayeon replied. “If anything, you’d think it would be me or maybe Dahyun…I wonder where she went.”

“Guys,” Jeongyeon said, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. “I think I found her…”

The other two followed Jeongyeon’s wide eyed gaze, their expressions changing to match hers. From where they stood, they could see you and Mina walking hand in hand, Mina leaning slightly against you. She was holding a small gift bag in her hand and smiling brightly. You whispered something in her ear that sent a laugh rippling through her.

Her smile faded, however, when she looked up and saw her members. They ran up to the two of you, throwing all sorts of questions at you.

“Who is this?”

“How long have you been dating?”

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

After lots of explaining on Mina’s part and awkward introductions from you, the girls finally got around to dragging Mina back to the dorm, scolding her the whole way for keeping something this big from them. This only continued once the other girls found out. They all asked to see pictures and wanted to get as many details from Mina as they could.

“She’s so cute!” Chaeng gushed.

“When do we get to meet her?” Tzuyu asked.

“Maybe on another off day…”

Everyone talked for a bit more before Mina was finally able to make it to her room, letting out a huge sigh of relief.

Checking her phone, she saw a few messages from you.

You’re not in trouble are you?

What’d they say?

Smiling softly, Mina replied, They can’t wait to meet you.

Risk (2/?)

Professor Dean Winchester x Reader

Risk Masterlist

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Word Count: ~1400

Summary: She literally ran into him, and now he can’t get her off his mind. The only problem is that he’s a professor and she’s a student. There are rules against that sort of thing. Is it worth the risk?

Warnings: None

A/N: So Part 3… to smut or not to smut? (I’m gonna smut, guys…)

Also, I was thinking about opening up a taglist for this because I don’t know how long this series is going to be, and I would hate for anyone to miss a part if they’re following the story. Even if it ends up being just one person, let me know if you want to be on it.


“You should come with us.”

“You and Jess go have fun. I’ve got midterms to grade.”

“It’s one night, Dean. You could use the break.”

“Besides, it’s Halloween.” Jess adds as she walks into the room, “Why not let ‘professor’ be a costume for the night? I’m sure there’ll be plenty of school girls out there to choose from.”

I roll my eyes, scoffing lightly at her comment.

“Now you know there’s only one girl out there he wants.” Sam pauses, drumming his fingers lightly against the table, “I may have heard her mention something about meeting up with some friends at the same bar we’ll be at.”

My breath catches in my throat, the printed text of the paper in front of me becoming a blur as her face clouds my imagination. I set my pen down. I push the stack of papers away. I lock my fingers together, placing my hands on the table in front of me. I look up at him. I find that he wears a satisfied sort of smirk; he knows he’s won.

“I thought you didn’t approve.” I mutter, meeting my brother’s gaze steadily.

“I don’t but only because I worry about you. However, you’re both adults and have every right to make your own choices. If you think she’s worth the risk and she feels the same, who am I to keep you two apart?”


I roll my glass between my hands, the amber liquid inside moving back and forth in a shallow wave. I raise it to my lips as I begin to question my choices.

I let Sam play to my desires. He knows what I want, and I let him use that against me.

I shouldn’t be chasing her; I know that. Maybe some part of me just likes the game. Some part of me likes the rush of adrenaline that runs through me when she smiles in my direction. It’s a smile, I’ve realized, that is only ever meant for me. That’s not to say she doesn’t smile; she smiles all the time, but it’s always a little brighter when it’s directed at me.

I need to know if I’m worth the risk. I need to know if she wants me as much as I want her. I want to know if her mind plays the same tricks my does, making me see her in places where she’s not. Does her mind place me at the center of her dreams? Do images alone of me make her heart race in the same way images of her make my heart want to jump out of my chest?

Never did I see myself thinking things like this. I always laughed at the hopeless romantics, the novels, the movies. None of it seemed realistic. Now I’m on the other side of it, and I’m laughing at myself.

I scoff, shaking my head as I finish off the contents of my glass. Just as the bartender refills it, a familiar set of hands comes down on the counter next to me. Her nails look freshly done, the black-painted tips of them tapping lightly against the wooden surface.

“So no costume?”

I turn to face her, my eyes scanning over her bare stomach, her belly ring glinting slightly as she shifts on her feet, and over the leather-like fabric of her crop top. Her skin sparkles under the dim light. The wide black choker around her neck is almost enticing. Her lips are a dark red color, darker than any red rose, dark like a fine red wine, a wine I’d like to taste. Her eyes, made brighter by the dark liner that surround them, watch me with a glint of amusement in them.

She speaks, “See something you like?”

The corner of my lip quirks up in a smirk, “What are you supposed to be?”

“I’m a fallen angel.” She turns her back to me, revealing a set of black, feathered wings, “See?” She turns back, leaning on her forearm, “Now are you going to tell me what your dressed as?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

She leans back a bit, biting her lip as she looks me up and down.

She smiles and declares, with a snap of her fingers, “Sexy teacher.”

“You got me.”

“So is that art imitating life or were you just too lazy to get an actual costume?”

“I wasn’t planning on coming out tonight.”

“Then why did you?”

“Maybe,” I hesitate to tell her the truth, but the way her smile falters a bit pulls it out of me, “I was hoping to run into you.”

“Well here I am.” She takes a half-step toward me, her hand moving to rest just an inch from mine, “Now what?”

“Would you like a drink?”

I wave the bartender over. Once she’s in front of us, (Y/N) turns to her with a sultry smile, “Wine. Anything red. Preferably something sweet.”

The bartender smiles, “I think I have just the thing for you.”

We both watch as she takes down a glass and drops a few cubes of ice into it. She adds a couple of blackberries, blueberries, and dark cherries. She turns her back to us, pulling a bottle of something from the wine fridge beneath the counter. She fills the glass and turns back to us, setting it on a small black napkin in front of (Y/N). She tops it off with another cherry, the stem hanging over the edge of the glass.

“Berry Sangria. Made in-house.”

“It looks great.” (Y/N) says, raising the cherry to her lips and dropping the fruit onto her tongue.

The bartender knocks the counter in front of me, bringing me back from the recesses of fantasy.

“First one’s on me.” she says before winking at (Y/N) and making her way back down the bar.

“It’s like you don’t even know.” I mutter, watching her pop the stem off the little red fruit as she holds it between her teeth.

“What?” she mumbles, letting the cherry roll into her mouth before she bites down on it.

“The effect you have on people. It’s like your very presence either throws people off or pulls people in.”

“I don’t mean to.” She sounds apologetic, taking one of those thin black straws between her fingers and digging in the glass for a blackberry.

“It’s not a bad thing. It’s just confusing.”

“Why are you confused?”

“Let’s face it, sweetheart. We’ve been playing a cat-and-mouse game, but I don’t think I’m the cat anymore.”

She tilts her head to the side and sets down her half-empty glass. Her hand rests on my forearm now, her thumb caressing my skin lightly. She leans into me, her lips mere inches from my ear.

“I think the game is played out now, don’t you?”

I look into her eyes for only a moment before glancing at her lips, their color unfazed by the condensation on the glass, their color still dark but the flesh of them probably sweeter now thanks to the wine.

“There’s no going back from this,” I look into her eyes again, “is there?”

“I’m not naïve, Dean. I know what kind of trouble this can get us into. I could walk away right now if that’s what you want. We can go back to stolen glances from across a crowded coffee shop, daydreams and fantasies that will never come to fruition, or you could take a risk.”

“I’m not the only one taking the risk.”

“I’ve made my move. So what’s yours?”

When I don’t answer right away, she leans away from me. She nods and downs the rest of the sangria from her glass.

“Thanks for the drink.” She says, her voice soft and somewhat broken.

She starts to walk away, but I catch her hand in mine, the soft mesh of her fingerless glove the only barrier between her skin and mine. She looks down at our hands and up at me, hope and bewilderment both in her eyes.

“What do you say we get out of here?”

Slowly, she smiles, her bottom lip being pulled between her teeth as she nods her head. I release her hand long enough to drop some cash on the counter to cover my drinks. Then, with her fingers loosely locked with mine, I let her lead me from the bar. I catch Sam’s eye on the way out. He raises his beer in salute and understanding. Jess smiles and waves, a knowing smile on her face.


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I’m sensitive and sometimes i feel bad for no reason. I often have tantrums. I am unpredictable. I’m a very difficult girl.
But please stay. Be by my side. Hug me until i’ve calmed down. Risk it.
I swear, it’s worth it.
—  Alison Lee Smith, about me
Part 6 - Too Many Suspects

Down the Voltage Rabbit Hole is an ongoing story about our MC, who could easily be anyone in voltage fandom. She woke up in hospital bed only to discover that she’d somehow been transported Voltage universe:

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

TL;DR Weekend Recap: Last chapter, our MC had failed at her attempt to shut down becoming a love interest, and instead had accidentally triggered two routes. Will she manage to get herself back on track and closer to home? Our story continues…

Part 6 - Too Many Suspects

When my shift was over, I bought a small notebook and pen at a convenience store, and made my way to a cafe. Determined to not make the same mistake twice, I painstakingly checked before entering to make sure that there was no familiar signage, and tucked myself away in the back, where I nursed a black coffee served to me by a nondescript barista.

Up until this point, all of my plans had been an epic failure of sorts. Today marked my third day down the rabbit hole, and it was imperative that I get things back under control.

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Where Do We Go From Here? (Free Day)

Kallura Week 2017
Day Seven
Where Do We Go From Here?




Everything had gone pretty much according to plan after that. The Natsua had pledged their allegiance to the Princess and to Voltron. They had agreed to help the Natsua if they were ever to come under attack from Zarkon’s empire. They could call on the Natsua for any assistance they required, be it in battle or for supplies. Case in point, the pod’s tiny cargo bay was groaning with a selection of fresh fruits and nuts, native to Natsu.

Neither of them mentioned the almost happening on the dance floor.

Coran and the other paladins were waiting for them as Keith performed a perfect landing.

“So…” Lance drolled as they disembarked. “How’d it go?”

“We have more allies in our fight against Zarkon.” Allura confirmed with a smile.

Pidge looked from one to the other with scrutinising eyes.

“So, nothing untoward happened?” She asked. “Nothing at all?”

Keith and Allura exchanged a glance.

“Nah.” He said.

“Everything went swimmingly.” She added. “More or less.”

Pidge didn’t look convinced, she could tell by their body language that SOMETHING had happened. Something they didn’t want to share. But she decided to let it slide. For now.

“Oh.” Allura began in afterthought. “We did find out that Zarkon has put a price on all our heads.”

She pulled a small display device from her bag and brought up the information the Natsua had provided, taken from the bounty hunter they’d encountered, and as yet failed to mention to the group.

“Seriously?” Hunk gaped. “We’re WANTED men? And women?” He added quickly, glancing at Pidge.

“That is so cool!” Lance grinned. “I’m a cowboy!” He began to sing, enthusiastically if somewhat off-key. “In a blue lion I fly! I’m wanted! Wanted! Dead or alive!”

“Lance!” Hunk protested. “This is NOT a good thing!”

“We’re gonna have anybody out for a quick gac after us.” Pidge snapped at him, taking the display device from Allura and flicking through the holographic wanted posters. Each entry had a full body display of each paladin, in both armour and regular attire, including Shiro, she noted. They obviously didn’t know what had happened after their last battle with Zarkon. Each was colour-coded for convenience. There were also entries for both the Princess and Coran.

“Oh, come on.” Lance remained unconvinced. He snatched the device from the youngest paladin. “We’re outlaws! On the run! We’ll be total chick-magnets…or whatever-magnets…” He began flicking through the entries.

“Am I really that fat?” Hunk lamented as an image of him was displayed.

Pidge punched him comfortingly in the upper arm. “We all know it’s pure muscle.”

“Ow.” He protested, rubbing the impact area. For a tiny little girl she could punch really, really hard.

Lance’s grin faded as he paused on the red entry. “Hey!” He protested. “Why is Keith worth more than me!?”

Pidge snatched the device back and pushed her glasses up her nose as she peered at the tiny text. “‘Proceed with caution’…'engage at own risk’…'highly dangerous’…” She read, then shrugged. “Looks like the bigger risk brings a bigger reward.” She concluded.

“Are you saying Keith’s more dangerous than me?” Lance suddenly found all eyes on him, expressions ranging from surprise to something akin to 'you’re kidding, right?’.

“Okay.” He conceded. “I guess that’s true.” With his short-temper, fighting prowess and Galra heritage Keith really was a little bundle of nope.

“Shiro and Allura are worth more if it makes you feel any better.” Keith said flatly.

He looked at the red…black…maybe they should start calling him maroon…paladin, and the lovely lady standing beside him. The thought that she was considered more dangerous than him…

“Yeah.” He nodded. “It actually does a little.”

“We’ll give you a full mission report once Keith and I freshen up a bit.” Allura told them. “It’s been a long couple of quintents.”

She glanced at Keith, saw his eyes flicker towards her for a brief moment before he looked away again.

'Well…maybe not a FULL report…’ She thought.

~~~~~~

They met in the lounge for a rather informal discussion of events. They told them about their arrival. The three ships that had been waiting in ambush. Lance laughed a bit at that.

“Ha! You crashed the pod!”

“It was an emergency landing!”

“You crashed. You know it.”

They talked of the octopus-urchin thing, of Allura’s burgeoning magical powers, though they omitted the bit about her almost killing him with them. The group had been a little surprised at the revelation, but, as they had with Keith’s own recent discovery, they took it all in stride.

They spoke of the lizard bounty hunter and how they’d learned of the prices on their heads. Allura went into great detail about how Keith had taken the much larger being down so easily.

“Impressive.” Lance admitted. “But you still crashed the pod.”

Keith sighed. He wasn’t about to let that go any time soon.

They glossed over their night together in the bunker…hide…small, enclosed space…there really was nothing to tell. They’d taken shelter from a storm and fallen asleep. And the reception, there was nothing there they WANTED to tell. And there really wasn’t anything to talk about, right?

All the time they were talking Pidge noticed Coran stroking his chin, subtly scrutinising the pair.

“You see it too, don’t you?” She said as she sidled up to him as the group dispersed. Hunk was heading to the kitchen to cook up something delicious with the fresh produce they’d brought back with them. Lance was going to help him eat it. Keith was going to train, big surprise. Allura was going to go check on the mice.

“There’s something different..” She waggled a finger between the retreating backs of their new leader and the princess.

“The dynamic between them has certainly shifted.” Coran nodded his agreement. “But it’s to be expected.” He continued. “With his rising to lead Voltron they’re on more equal footing.” He sighed. “Both so young to be forced into a position of so much responsibility.”

He rose to his feet.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, young paladin. I have to see a Slav about a cooling unit.”

She frowned as she watched him leave.

“No…” She shook her head. “That’s not it.”

~~~~~~

Allura couldn’t sleep. She wasn’t sure if it was because because her sleep pattern had somehow been altered by the time spent off the ship or because her head was too full of thoughts about…other things.

She worked her way up to the bridge and found her…other things…was experiencing his own bout of insomnia.

Keith stood at the main view port, lost in the swirling colours of a bright nebula the ship was currently drifting by as it glided through space on automatic pilot. She didn’t really want to disturb him but they had avoided things long enough.

“So…” She said softly as she walked up to stand beside him. “Do you want to deny it?” She asked, looking at him. His eyes never left the nebula’s dancing colours. Reds and blues and silvers. “Pretend what almost happened…didn’t almost happen…?”

If she was honest with herself, it was what had really been keeping her awake. Wondering just what would have happened if it HAD happened. What it would mean for them. For the team. She heard him sigh deeply. He lowered his head, his eyes closed.

“No.” He admitted. He turned, met her gaze. He wanted to lose himself in her eyes. Lose himself in her. But he couldn’t, so he wouldn’t.

“But I don’t think we have the luxury of exploring it right now.”

“We need to focus our energies elsewhere.” She nodded her agreement.

“Defending the universe.”

“Bringing down Zarkon.”

“Finding Shiro.”

They had unconsciously turned to each other. Fingers brushed, yearning to entangle. Eyes closed. Foreheads touched.

~~~~~~

“So THAT’S it!” Pidge grinned. “Equal leadership responsibilities my ass!” The awkward stances in the hanger made sense now, they’d been trying to hide this.

She knew it was wrong, bordering on voyeurism, to be watching them. She’d hacked into the Castle’s surveillance system a long time ago. She was about to switch off, give them their privacy, her curiosity as to what the hell was going on had been sated, she could sleep now. Then she noticed the anguished look on their faces. They backed away from each other and with one last lingering glance, turned and went their separate ways.

“What the quiznak?” She frowned. “You’re just gonna…” She blew her bangs out of her eyes. “Not on my watch!”

Slamming the laptop closed she scrambled to her feet and bolted out the door.

~~~~~~

Pidge was leaning nonchalantly against the frame of his door, barefoot and out of breath, when Keith reached it. Odd. What was she up to? A mischievous grin split her face.

“So…you and Allura, huh?” She teased. “I didn’t know this was what you two were planning when I said to have all the moments you wanted.”

He stiffened, eyes widening, before he relaxed, letting out a resigned sigh. He palmed the panel by the door to open it.

“Not even gonna try to deny it?” She arced a brow.

“With you?” He snorted as he walked past her and into his room. “What’s the point?”

“But you’re not gonna act on it either, are you?”

“It’s not a priority right now.”

“Priority?” She followed him in before he could close the door.

He sat down heavily on his bed. “In case you’ve forgotten, Pidge, we’re in the middle of a war here. That kind of takes precedence over, well, everything!”

“Jesus, Keith! With all the crap that’s been dumped on you lately don’t you think you deserve one bright little pinpoint of light in your broody darkness?” She dropped down beside him. “Stop being so damn noble! Live a little.” She knocked her shoulder against his.

“I’ve got responsibilities, Pidge.” He protested. “More than I want. Probably more than I can handle. We both have.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She waved him off. “You’ve both got the burden of the whole war on your shoulders. More reason for you to find a little comfort in each other.” She leaned closer. “If you want to keep this thing secret I can help you. The others are totally clueless.”

“Why are you pushing this so hard?” He frowned.

“Is it a crime for me to want to see my friends happy?” She asked. “I get the distinct impression that you’ve never been happy…REALLY happy…in your whole damn life!”

She sighed.

“But seriously.” She said. “Like you said, we’re in the middle of a war. People are…lost…during a war. Don’t you think you should take the chance while you can?”

“Maybe…” He admitted.

She rose to her feet. They were deep into the sleep cycle after all. They could both use some rest.

“Sleep on it at least.” She said. “And if you decide to go for it, my offer still stands.”

“Thanks, Pidge.” He smiled as the door slid shut behind her.

He lay back on his bunk, staring up at the ceiling for a while. When he closed his eyes he could see a pair of opalescent ones looking back at him. He smiled. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, taking a chance.

He rolled over onto his side and soon fell into a peaceful sleep.

~~~~~~

He awoke some time later, scratching at his arm. It was incredibly itchy. He flicked on the light, flinching away from the sudden illumination. When his eyes had adjusted he looked to see what had been irritating it.

His eyes widened, a tight ball of dread forming in the pit of his stomach. It was red raw, he must have been scratching at it in his sleep. But amongst the redness there were splotches. Big, irregular, PURPLE splotches.

The ball of dread began to grow, crawling upwards as he slowly turned his eyes to the other arm. Big, irregular, PURPLE splotches!

His breath became a series of short, panicked gasps as his eyes flicked from one speckled limb to the other. They weren’t so irregular he realised. There was a pattern, graceful arcs of purple splotches circled his arms, the left mirroring the right.

The ball of dread became icy as it wrapped itself around his heart and settled in for a lengthy stay.

“Oh, shit!” He breathed.




And so it ends…but with so many questions.

Will the scum of the universe come after them for an easy gac?

Will Hunk share his new recipes with us?

Just what blackmail material does Pidge have on her laptop?

Did Allura get that photo for Lance or did she forget everything when she succumbed to the beauty of a pair of violet eyes?

Will Keith take that chance even though the universe continues to dump crap on him?

Not even I know and it all came out of my head!

Thanks for reading ^_^
Commander Card Spotlight: Slate of Ancestry

Time for a new Card Spotlight featurette! I haven’t done one of these since I got back to posting more regularly, so let’s fix that with a look at a nice artifact that helps draw cards in creature-based decks.

Slate of Ancestry is a powerful card that has a long history of inclusion in decks that produce creatures at a fast rate. It shows up regularly in Elf and Goblin tribal lists as well as token-based decks and other builds that “go wide” in building their army by putting a high number of creatures on the battlefield. Originally printed back in Onslaught, it’s since seen reprints in Ninth Edition as well as Elves vs. Goblins, the first deck in the Duel Decks series.

While its activation includes discarding your original hand, many decks with a lean mana curve often need to refill after a particularly profitable main phase, and even if you’re out of cards, you’re still able to perform the act of “discarding your whole hand” without cards actually there. The Slate is not without its risks, of course – most glaringly, an opponent can respond to the activation and remove some or all of your creatures from the board. Still, this is a powerful draw option for the decks that can utilize it properly and it might be worth a look if your deck’s strategy is focused on building up your troops.

Some Risks Are Worth Taking
By @thequeenwrites117

i. I’m here two days when one of the upperclassmen reminds me to be “smart with my stupid decisions” pats me on the back and walks away holding three pamphlets two about health services, one about birth control.

ii. The first weekend, I stay awake until I can’t and text my roommate three times when she doesn’t come home after 2am from a party.

iii. After the first day of classes it is announced that one of our classmates had died in a plane crash the night before. He had gone up with two frat boys. Only one came down.

iv. There was a vigil.  I don’t go.

v. He comes up three weeks later at a party and I’m having my third red cup (I lost the last two when I set them down). “Reminds us of how easy it is, isn’t it?” one of them says, “Think you’re life’s just startin’ an boom! No more!”

vi. I make my first friend and she is beautiful and lovely and wonderful for she loves all the things I love and hates all the things I hate and it is enough to ignore the moments when I catch her starring at me as if trying to see how the cogs in my brain spin or trying to determine if they spin at all.

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Break: Jungkook (Tongues Series Part 3 of 7) [M]

Originally posted by tahyns

STRESSED | LAZY | BREAK | 69 | FOOD | EXPERIENCE | WATCH

Warning: Cunnilingus… but like from the back??? not ass eating! there is a little bit of ass play tho. is saliva play a thing? is this saliva play?? spanking. dat’s it,


BREAK: Jungkook

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Three Kisses on Sunday

I. Before Brunch

Jack sets the alarm for 9 a.m. It affords them a little less than four hours of sleep, but they’ve both survived on less. More importantly, it gives them plenty of time to get up and dressed and sneak out of the Haus before anyone else is awake. Jack’s suit is a little clammy, still, but wearable. He climbs into it, then steps over the heating grate in Bitty’s room for a few minutes to try to dry it off. Bitty laughs at him.

They leave the house and go for a walk along the river. The geese have flown south for the winter, but the everpresent New England crows caw at them like a bunch of loud-mouthed housewives. Jack imagines that they’re giving them some encouragement. Caw– stand your ground! Caw– it’ll be all right! He laughs at himself for the flight of imagination. His breath comes out in a visible puff.

“What are you laughing about?” Bitty asks, a bit suspiciously.

Jack shakes his head. “Nothing. It’s nice to be back at Samwell in the morning.”

“Well, I suppose after today, you can come stay over anytime,” Bitty says, a nervous edge in his voice. “I mean, if everyone’s okay with it.”

“They will be,” Jack says, squeezing Bitty’s shoulder.

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“Just Because You Can” Part 1 of 7, Chapters 1-4

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The Pines triplets, Mabel, Dipper, and Jolene, have always been best friends. But lately, there’s been some distance growing between the Mystery Kids, due in part to the forbidden feelings with which they are each struggling. How will they manage to see eye to eye, when torn between wanting each other and craving adventure?

(This is a new AU that I’ve been calling Jolene AU, devised by myself and @handleonthescandal​ after one of us asked the question “What if Mabel and Dipper were triplets but with another sister?”. Although this AU is similar, it is not connected to Double Dippin’ AU, and Jolene is in no way connected to Tyrone.)

Shoutout to @sirwaddlesesquire for being the trustiest squire and an insightful, helpful, and supportive beta.

Mostly SFW, mostly angst with some action/adventure and a little bit of fluff, tw incest 

Fic under the cut, enjoy!

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anonymous asked:

Could I get a scenario were an abusive ex tries to force (McCree's/Hanzo/Junkers Boys/Reapers/ Anyone you want really) s/o to come back? (It's very obvious s/o does not want to, but they just won't let up)

I sat the better part of a week on this request and it’s still not the way I imagined it in my head but here you go anyway, hope you enjoy <3

[Edit 13/11] It seems a few people can’t read this fill. I’ve looked it over and can’t find any faults, so my best guess is that it’s a problem on tumblrs side. Hopefully just a temporary glitch

Requests are closed.

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anonymous asked:

You could make a reaction BTS when they see a foreign girl during a gathering of fans and they fall in love with her? Thank you ^^ (sorry for bad English, it is not my first language :/)

Sure can sweety! I fantasized about it many times myself… Here we go!


Seokjin:

Excited fangirls came and went to ask his autograph, give him a high five, ask him questions, give him presents and all the other stuff that usually happens at fanmeets. 

This time was no different from all the other fanmeets, until he saw you, impatiently waiting until it was your turn to meet the boys. You immediately stood out with your foreign features and he was completely mesmerized by your beauty. 

As a fan was asking him questions, he distractedly answered them while he still couldn’t take his eyes off you. He tried his best to give the fan attention, but he couldn’t help but glance over to you from time to time. 

When you catched him staring, he quickly looked away in embarrassment, his cheeks flushed pink as he casually tried to cover it up by acting like he was talking to the fan in front of him all along, only to take peeks at you seconds after. He couldn’t wait until it was your turn so he didn’t have to be sneaky about it and he could ask everything about you. Maybe he’d even ask your number…

Originally posted by syuba-inu

Yoongi:

Yoongi would be surprised by your refreshing appearance. You looked different from most girls he encountered during the fanmeet by now. A slight smile would appear on his face when you came to sit in front of him, armed with post-its and kumamon plushies. 

He was completely engrossed in everything you said and listened to every word very attentively, loving the sound of your voice. He’d nod and smile when you made jokes and stumbled over your words from nervousness. 

He’d try not to squeak as he melted from your cuteness. When the manager told him it was time for you to move on to the next member, he laid his hand on top of your arm and told his manager he’d like five more minutes. 

As you handed him the kumamon plushies, he discretely put a small piece of paper with his number scribbled on it in the palm of your hand, making sure no one else noticed.

Originally posted by holdmettightbts

Namjoon:

He’d be the cutest fluffball omg. He’d immediately notice you from across the room as you stood out quite much, looking different from the other girls. Not only that, you were also wearing his favourite outfit on girls, so it was hard not to notice you in your tight jeans hugging your curves and red converse high.

He’d be constantly distracted by your cuteness as you were practicing what you were gonna say. You looked in his direction and caught him staring, both your cheeks getting flushed in embarrassment but neither of you looking away.

When the eye contact would get too intense, namjoon would start giggling and hide his face in his jacket. You couldn’t stop smiling at his cuteness and you couldn’t wait until you got the chance to talk to him. You were sure it was gonna be a very interesting conversation.

Originally posted by ew-jiminnie

Hoseok:

Poor Hobi would be completely overwhelmed. You’d sit down in front of him while he was talking to yoongi for a moment and when he looked back in front of him, he’d fall out of his chair. He didn’t expect such a gorgeous girl to be sitting in front of him out of nowhere. 

He’d be taken aback by your beauty, his cheeks completely red in embarrassment as he climbed his way back into his chair while murmuring a quiet ‘Sorry…’. 

You’d giggle and wave his apology away, thinking it was the cutest reaction ever and he’d flash you his rows of pearly whites. His smile always got you weak in the knees, so good thing you were sitting down. You’d talk as long and as much as you both could, trying to get as much information out of eachother in the short time you had. He’d constantly try to make you laugh and succeed ofcourse. 

After time’s up, he tells you he really hopes to see you again soon because he wants to know more about you, maybe even ask you out for coffee?

Originally posted by jammingjimin

Jimin:

It probably won’t come as a surprise if i tell you he’d be such a flirt. ChimChim wouldn’t be embarrassed like his hyungs, he’d try to do anything to grasp your attention and only make you look at him.

As you sat down in front of him, his eyes widened in surprise and interest, his head getting dizzy from all the emotions and sensations running through his body at once. You’d smile at him and he’d fold his hands together in front of him as he’d look deep into in your eyes. 

When you’d tell him he’s your bias, he’d smile his famous eye smile and tell you you’re his bias as well, making you giggle and getting you all embarrassed. He’d tell you how beautiful he thinks you are and that he’s lucky you wanted to take the time to talk to him and how he wished this moment would never end.

You’d agree and after a few seconds of  hesitating, he decided it was worth the risk and scribbled his number down on one of your post-its.

‘Please, just for you.’, he tried to tell you in his best english, meaning he’d only want you to use his number and trusted you not to pass it around.

When it’s time for you to move on to the next member, he’d grab your hand and entwine his fingers with yours, looking deeply into your eyes one last time before mouthing ‘text me’.

Originally posted by sugaglos

Taehyung:

Omg omg omg bias alert bias alert!!!! T^T

Okay so taetae omg. This smol smol (very tol) bean. I’d like to think he’d be super naughty and cheeky the whole time, him seducing you instead of the other way around but let’s be real here. Although he’s very social and has no problems talking to girls, he can still get a little shy, especially when he thinks the girl is very pretty.

He’d be amazed by your appearance and immediately notice you’re probably a foreigner with your refreshing appearance so he’d pull out his best english skills the moment you’d sit down in front of him. 

He’d try and impress you by showing you how much he improved and try to have the whole conversation in english, even though you already said you were fine with speaking korean as well.

After a few minutes, the cheekiness comes out. Because come on, we’ve all seen those gifs where he’s slightly touching fans and looking at them way too seductively because the lil’ shit likes to kill his fangirls. 

There’d be alot of skinship like him brushing strands of hair from your slightly sweaty forehead, taking your hand into his, locking your fingers together, all the while looking into your eyes when he does so. 

You didn’t think much of it because you’ve seen him being flirty with other girls before but when his touches lingered longer than necessary and his eyes didn’t move away from yours for one second, even after the manger tells him time’s up, makes you feel like there could be something more.

Taehyung would confirm your thoughts by leaning forward and whispering something in your ear while discretely sliding a little piece of paper into the palm of your hand. 

‘I’d like to see you again.’, he said as he squeezed your hand one last time before the manager was getting pissed at you two for taking too damn long. When you left the fanmeet and looked on the piece of paper, you see he wrote down his number along with ‘Please call me! :) xxx’

Originally posted by taehyungifs

Jungkook:

Aaahwww bunnyyyy! 

Much like Jin, he’d already notice your presence long before it was your turn to meet the boys. He’d watch your cute, nervous face, your awkward posture as you tried to keep yourself calm while waiting in line and he’d subconsciously smile mesmerized. 

You didn’t notice him staring at you yet so he felt calm and safe for now. He kept taking in every little movement you made, ever little thing you did. Even when multiple girls came to see him and tried to grasp his attention, which was useless because he only had eyes for you. 

The fangirls would start getting a little pissed because they didn’t get as much attention as they’d like, but he didn’t care, he only counted down the minutes until you’d finally come sit in front of him. He was already thinking of the things he’d say to you, preparing questions and jokes that would make you smile.

Originally posted by ew-jiminnie

Keep out of the forest
Hearken to advice,
For those whom Pan caresses
Never see him twice.

Those who know Pan’s touches
And those who feel Pan’s kiss
Know that there is nothing
Ever equal to this.

Those who hear Pan’s music
And look into Pan’s eyes,
Will always hear his laughter,
Will always be too wise.

Still it’s worth the risking
Loneliness and pain
To have the hope to cherish
That Pan might come again.

—  Dorothy Quick, “Forest God”