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anabellerosenai  asked:

Hello, could you write this for a Drarry drabble? Soulmate AU where you experience unfathomable, collapse, sob and heave, pain when your soulmate is about to die. Draco Malfoy has experienced this pain at least 3 times and keeps a journal for it. He has felt this pain the day after the dark lord was vanquished, (maybe near-death from abusive/neglectant relatives?), when Quirrel burnt to death, basilisk biting Harry, etc. Bonus if Draco loves his soulmate and worries every pain may be The Death.

((the infamous carrot prompt was easier than this…oh my god… here take it.  I give up. I’m so sorry if this isn’t what you were hoping.))

Entry 1- 1988
I don’t remember the first time so I can’t write it down. Mother and Father told me I was a baby and I got hurt and they didn’t know why. They took me to St. Mungo’s and a healer said I was fine.  My soulmate died. That is why I hurt so bad.  I thought I was going to die yesterday.  I am alive still. The healer said maybe my soulmate got recreated and bad luck made my soulmate die again so soon.  The healers want me to write it down.  Maybe if it ever happens again I can write that too.  They don’t think it will happen. I hope I can see them if they get recreated again.

Entry 2- 1992
Mother had the healer come see me at Hogwarts so I didn’t have to leave school.  She called it an “episode.” I had another “episode” she said.  It doesn’t sound as bad as it was.  I don’t remember it hurting so bad last time.  Last time I didn’t cry.  I think I cried because I was sad.  Not just because my chest hurt.  I couldn’t breathe for a minute.  I’m supposed to write down what it felt like.  It felt like when you smash your finger in a door but not just on your finger. On your whole body.  

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Playboy, bad boy Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by namjoonie00

Series genre: Smut, angst, fluff

Description: Kim Taehyung, one of the nastiest human beings you have ever been associated with. You despite even breathing the same air as him yet he still somehow finds a place in your life.

note: Park Jimin will also play a major role in this series. Also, this chapter will have some Harry Potter references that are not absolutely necessary to the story itself. Enjoy!

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anonymous asked:

Stop being a fucking pissbaby and just post the content. Your blackout is completely illogical and counter-productive - people who repost stuff will continue reposting, since they don't care. While those that care about reblogs, will not reblog, because you won't post art for two weeks. Brilliant strategy. it's the typical tumblr mindset: "I want to change the world. I know, I will sign a bullshit petition!". God, you are stupid.

….oh man, this is about to become very embarrassing for you. 

first of all, i’m not even participating in the blackout nor am i organizing it so i don’t even know why the hell you’re coming to me with this. if you’ll notice i’m still reblogging art and still posting writing. which tells me that what you’re doing is going through the tag, finding anyone who’s posted about the blackout, and sending them useless asks because it’s how you get your rocks off. because apparently a harmless tumblr protest upsets you so fucking much that you have to go and insult people over it. you must have a lot of time on your hands. 

if you don’t like the protest, don’t participate in it. if you think it’s not going to do any good, fine. don’t participate in it. i don’t understand why you’re so angry about people participating in a protest that doesn’t affect you. the fact that you are angry shows me that you’re entitled. either you’re a content creator who thinks that you’re entitled to the notes that the people currently protesting aren’t going to give you for two lousy weeks (which, grow up) or you’re a consumer who thinks you’re entitled to the fanart and fanfiction that people on this site post for fucking free that you will be without for two lousy weeks (which, again, grow up). there are plenty of users not participating who are still posting and still reblogging, so the fact that you feel the need to send messages like this to complain about people who are protesting for personal reasons is about the most childish thing i’ve seen all week. 

and here’s another tip, hot off the press. since you’re apparently so offended by a harmless protest that doesn’t affect you, why don’t you do something that you do think will help with art theft instead of insulting people about this protest. why don’t you spread information about proper etiquette around reposting? why don’t you hold an event where people can report any stolen art they see? why don’t you write up guides for new artists/writers who don’t know how to report their stolen content?

bet that didn’t occur to you. because you’re too busy complaining about what other people are doing rather than trying to do something positive for once. because you don’t really care about art theft and you don’t really care about remedying it. you just want an excuse to insult people on anon for doing something that you don’t particularly care for. again, that is childish, entitled, rude, and proof that you really must have a lot of time on your hands. 

please entertain yourself with something else. and if i see you in my inbox again, i’m blocking and reporting your ass. 

Savior

She found herself in an abandoned warehouse just a few blocks from the run down apartment her father had rented until he gathered the insurance money from their original apartment that had burned down days before. [Y/N] sat with her feet dangling over edge of the catwalk, her body facing the industrial sized window that overlooked the dirty and deserted streets of the city. 

Looking down, she pulled out the pill bottle from her hoodie pocket. Running her fingers over the label, she fought back the tears. Closing her hand over the prescription bottle, she looked out the window and mustered up the courage to uncap the poison in her hand. 

Just as she was about to swallow all the pills, she jumped at the sound of glass shattering below her. She cursed as the oxycodone fell from her fingers and onto the warehouse ground. Standing up, [Y/N] peered over the catwalk and noticed a figure struggling to stand. Her eyes strained to adjust to the dark. Gasping when she caught sight of the famous red and blue, she scrambled off the catwalk and down the stairs to the first floor. 

“Oh my god.” She panted as she made it to the figure. Slowing her steps, she assessed the situation. It was definitely Spiderman, that she knew. What she didn’t know was why he was covered in enough blood to fill up a bathtub. Shrieking when he collapsed onto the ground, she ran to him. 

Kneeling on the hard ground, she propped him up on her knees. She looked down at her hands that were now covered in sticky, wet blood. “Oh god.” [Y/N] shuddered, she hated blood. Clearing her throat, she gently tapped his masked face, “Hey? You with me?” She scanned over the rest of him, her eyes widening at the ripped suit and exposed torso. Her heart rate increased, he wasn’t just covered in blood, it was his own blood. 

“Holy shit. Hey, hey, hey!” [Y/N] shook him slightly, “We need to get you to a hospital!” She pawed at him, struggling to find a cellphone. Finally finding one, she cursed loudly as it slipped from her hands “I need you to stay with me!” Trying to unlock the phone with her blood soaked fingers, she screamed when he grabbed her forearm. Leaning down, her brows knitted together at the muffled sounds coming from where his mouth was located. “What? I can’t, I don’t know, I can’t understand you.” He continued to mumble with her still unable to understand him. 

Taking in a deep shaky breath, she set down the phone away from the spreading blood puddle. “I can’t understand you with your mask on,” [Y/N] said gently. Biting her lip, she reached for the bottom of his mask. “I have to take your mask off, okay?” Not waiting for him to answer, she gently and slowly revealed the face that laid underneath. [Y/N] gasped softly when she finally removed the cover, her heart sped up even more. How was this possible? 

“Peter?!” [Y/N] cried out. Spiderman was a kid, a teenager? More importantly her lab partner in Chemistry. So many questions rolled through her brain but was quickly cut short when she remembered that she needed to call 911. 

Peter’s eyes fluttered, his mouth moving but very little sounds coming out. “Call Tony, not 911, please.” He croaked out. 

“What? Tony?!” She yelped, who the hell was Tony? “But, you need help!”

“Call……Tony……please.”

[Y/N] started to shake, she could feel his body temperature start to drop. Struggling to find this mysterious Tony number, “Come on, come on. Yes! Okay, come on, please pick up….pick up, come on.”

“Listen, Parker. You better have a damn good reason-”

“-Oh my gosh! Thank god, um, Peter told me to call you. I don’t know why, I should be calling 911. He’s bleeding out….there’s a lot of blood. I don’t know what to do. We need help! Why am I calling you instead of 911, oh my god, I’m so stupid. He’s probably going to die because of this phone call. Oh my god.” 


[Y/N] leaned her head against the frame of the window that showed Peter sleeping soundly in his hospital room. Her hands and arms were free from his blood but the reminder of almost seeing him die in her arms were still soaked into her clothes. 

“Here you go, kid.” 

Standing up straight, she looked up to see Tony hand her a fresh set of clothes. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he gave her a pressed smile. “You can get changed over here.” Patting her back, he calmly spoke. “He’ll be here when you get back, I promise. Come on.” 

Reluctantly following Tony, she thanked him and closed the curtain to change. Wincing as she peeled off her clothes, she looked around to find a spot to place them.

“There’s a little washing station off to her left there.” 

Following his direction, she sighed in content to know that she could wash the rest of the blood off. “Um, thank you.” 

“Yeah, no problem.” Tony twirled around, his hands clasped behind his back. “So uh, Peter’s never mentioned you before. Are you two friends?” 

Running a wet towel over her torso, she shook her head even though she knew he couldn’t see her. “No, not really.” Running it over her legs, she sighed again. “We’re just lab partners.”  

“Oh.”

Quickly changing into the fresh clothes, she slid the curtain open. 

“Much better?” He smiled as she nodded.

Guiding them back to Peter’s room, he slowed his steps as he got to the window. It was a close call and Tony was so unbelievably thankful that he made it. 

“He saved me once,” [Y/N] said softly. 

“Hm?” Tony asked, distracted from his thoughts. 

She motioned towards Peter, “He saved me, about two weeks ago.” Hugging herself, she bit her lip. “My apartment building caught on fire and I was stupid enough to go back up the six flights to get something and just as I was about to go back down, the stairs collapsed on me.” [Y/N] met Tony’s eyes, “I never got a chance to thank him and for the past week and a half, I’ve been sitting next to him.” 

“I’m sure he knew,” Tony reassured. Following her gaze to Peter, he frowned, “What were you doing at that warehouse anyway? Seems a bit morbid to be a teen hangout spot.” 

[Y/N] inhaled slowly, “I lost my mom during the battle of New York. We were on our way to see a movie when everything hit the fan. Our taxi got flipped over on its side and the doors were jammed. So, my dad kicked the window out and threw me. I broke a few ribs and my arm but I didn’t feel it at the time because all I could focus on was the fact that there were aliens swarming the city. My mom had suffered a concussion from the wreck and was fading in and out of consciousness so my dad climbed out first to get better leverage. He was a little shaky from it all too so he lost his footing and fell to the ground. I just remember standing there in shock and in panic from it all that I almost didn’t notice the gas leaking from the other cars. I screamed for my dad to hurry but the taxi blew up before he could even stand up to try.” 

Tony stood in silence, his heart breaking. He felt responsible for everything that had happened in New York. And it hurt even more to be standing in front of someone who had lost so much during it all. 

“You asked why I was in the warehouse and the reason was that ever since that day, my dad was never the same. And to a degree, I changed too but he just became so cold. Every time he looked at me, I could see disgust in his eyes. I reminded him so much of the woman he failed to save that he couldn’t even bare to look at me. Abuse isn’t just physical, Mr. Stark. It’s verbal too and every day since then, that was what I had to deal with. Him degrading me as a person, making me see myself in a way that my mother would never let me see myself as. I went to that warehouse tonight to be reunited with my mother. To be reunited with the one person who would have loved me no matter what.” 

Tony inhaled sharply. Nodding, he placed a warm and firm hand on her shoulder. “I tend to be hypocritical at times and this is one of those moments when I say I believe in fate which I normally don’t. But, had you not gone to that warehouse, Peter would be dead. Instead of ending a life, you saved one.” 


Peter’s eyes fluttered open, groaning from the pain, he went to raise his hand to his head but immediately regretted his movement. It felt like he had been hit with a train ten times over. Blinking, his eyes adjusted to the girl sitting in an arm chair with a Chemistry book in her lap. 

“[Y/N]?! What are, what are you doing here?” Panic started to settle into his bones. 

She looked up from her textbook, untucking her legs from underneath her, she set the book down. “You were involved in a serious car accident-”

“-wha?” Peter tried to recall this accident but all he remembered was being seconds from being ripped apart. 

“Peter! You’re awake!” 

“Aunt May?” Peter exclaimed, completely dumbfounded at what was going on. “I don’t understand.” 

Aunt May started to sob, “Oh my god, I’m so glad you’re okay! I was so worried about you.” 

[Y/N] stood up, grabbing her backpack, she smiled. “It’s okay if you don’t remember the car accident, Peter.” Walking over towards him, she gently patted his hand. “You were walking me back to my apartment after our study session when you pushed me out of the way of a speeding car. I can’t thank you enough for saving my life. Hopefully one day I can return the favor.” Just as Aunt May wasn’t looking, she winked and motioned a phone signal with her hand and mouthed call Tony. Turning towards Aunt May, she smiled, “If it’s okay, I’ll leave Peter’s schoolwork with you.” 

Aunt May nodded, tears soaking her eyes. “Of course!” 

Handing it off, she looked at Peter. “I’m glad you’re okay. I’ll see you around.” 

Peter still dumbfounded, nodded. “Yeah. uh, see you around.” 

Once she left the room, Aunt May wiped away some tears. “I know you’re in pain and everything but she’s cute!” 

anonymous asked:

Hello! I really like your blog. Can I ask to write about how RFA + Saeran forgot about MC's birthday and missed it? If it's possible from their viewpoint.

Oh boy, that got so long, these are basically mini-fics, I’m just too lazy to take it out of the topics lolol. Hope you enjoy it! ^^


   RFA + Saeran forgetting MC’s birthday

Zen

  • His new musical debuted that night, after it was over, he ran to the dressing room looking for you, but… you weren’t there?
  • He asked the staff if you were still in your seat, they said they didn’t even see you that night.
  • “Oh, she must be with Jaehee.” He texted both of you, none of you texted back. Weird…
  • He called you, nothing. He called Jaehee, she answered, but there was some loud music playing. “Jaehee, is MC with you?”
  • “WHAT??? ZEN, WHERE ARE YOU??? ARE YOU OUTSIDE???” she was yelling
  • “Outside where, Jaehee? Outside the theatre?” “WHAT??? ZEN, MC IS WORRIED, AREN’T YOU COMING???” he heard Yoosung yelling  “BOO, WHAT KIND OF BOYFRIEND MISSES HER OWN GIRLFRIEND’S BIRTHDAY PARTY???YOU’RE MISSING IT, PRETTY BOY, THIS PARTAAAAY IS CRAZY” he sounded drunk
  • Then it hit him… SHIT! It was today! Your birthday!!! How could he forget that?
  • He saw you in the morning, you sounded so excited, but you were always so bubbly, he didn’t even notice you were especially excited that day. Oh god… just remembering your beautiful smile made his heart sink in guilty. Why didn’t you say anything?
  • “Wake up, Zen! She’s not like you to be bragging about her own  birthday!” he thought. Yes, you were nothing like him at all, you were so sweet, so selfless… he was a selfish workaholic who abandoned her girlfriend in her first birthday with you! Ugh… he was the worst boyfriend ever!
  • His colleagues invited him to an after party, he declined. He needed to know where your party was happening… Calling you would be the most embarrassing and hurtful thing he could ever do!
  • Calling Jaehee seemed hopeless. Yoosung? Yeah, obviously not!  Seven would tease him for not knowing where the party was. There was only one person discreet enough he could call… but it was Jumin fucking Han! God… asking that jerk a favor made him feel sick, but it was for MC… he would do anything for his precious girlfriend.
  •  Jumin answered quickly, the music wasn’t too loud, he was probably a little away from the crowd, that antisocial freak! No…  he needed to ask him a favor, it wasn’t the time to cuss him out. “Where are you? MC is concerned” he said in a monotone tone.
  •  “I need to ask you something, but you have to promise me you won’t say anything! If you say something, I swear I’ll…” “You’re about to ask me a favor, yet you’re threatening me? How bold…” “LISTEN, YOU JERK! I get it, I’m an asshole, ok? I screwed up her birthday! You have no idea how much I regret it… I…” no, he could not do that talking with Jumin, pull yourself together! “I need to know the address of the party…”
  •  “Are you serious? You really don’t know?” “Don’t make me feel worse, dude! I can do that by myself!” “I’m not doing it on purpose, I’m just reminding you of your irresponsibility… did you even get her a present?” “DUUUUUUDE! I TOLD YOU I COULD MAKE MYSELF FEEL WORSE! OH GOD!”
  •  “Zen, pull yourself together, please. This is quite embarrassing for me too… think objectively, what can you do right now? There must be something…” Zen thought for a few seconds… there was something he could do!
  • “Hey, jerk! I thought of something! Tell me the address and I’ll take care of everything else! I just need a prop I saw backstage and…” “What do I get in return?” “DUDE, ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?”
  •  “I’m a business man, I need to know what will be my gain on this.” He could almost see the smirk on that son of a bitch’s face. “Fine! There’s something I can do along with my… surprise for MC. Give me the address and see for yourself.” “But…” “Just trust me on this one, ok? Now here’s what you need to do…”
  • You were dancing with Seven, he was making silly moves to make you laugh and distract you from your concern about your boyfriend.
  • Were you mad? Nah, why would you? It was his career after all… I mean, should you be mad about your boyfriend forgetting your birthday? The first one with you as a couple? Even if he couldn’t ditch work, he saw you in the morning, he should had said something! A day has fucking 24 hours, Zen! Calling you wouldn’t take more than a few minutes, for fuck’s sake. Yep, you were mad.
  • Seven stepped away from you a little, you looked like you were gonna punch someone. Then, he stared at the little stage on the nightclub, you followed his gaze and… what was Jumin doing up there?
  • “Is this thing on? Is it? Okay…” he said in the microphone, then he cleared his throat and took a piece of paper from his pocket “Yes, good evening, ladies and gentlemen. We gathered here today to celebrate our dear friend, MC’s birthday tonight.” A blue light showed up to your face as people applauded you, what was Jumin doing? This was so embarrassing…
  • “I sincerely hope it was a day of joy for you, MC, that you received all the love and affection from your friends and family. And… I hope you’re prepared right now… for the ultimate demonstration of love from your boyfriend.” You could hear people making “uuuhh…” sounds. “He made me say this tacky speech and, to quote him, ‘I apologize for being late, I’m selfish and I care too much about my image, that’s why I didn’t even consider not doing that musical today. However… to show you how much I love you and how sorry I am, I’m letting go of my image today, I’m even letting go of my pride and letting a jerk read my apologize for you.’ Oh… I’m, I’m the jerk right now. Interesting… anyway, enjoy your boyfriend’s gift, MC!” he got off the stage still muttering “How ungrateful…”
  •  The nightclub staff carried a huge cake to the stage. Oh god… you knew where this was going, oh no… Yep. Your boyfriend came out of the cake wearing only underwear with a decorative bow on it and… freaking cat ears on his head.
  • Seven was laughing hard, Jaehee was feeling bold after a couple of drinks and took a lot of pictures, Yoosung was passed out on the corner and didn’t see anything, Jumin kept his head low trying not to let everybody see him chuckling, and you… were still a little mad, but it was impossible not to feel happy to see him (and maybe a little turned on)
  • So you just went up on that stage and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, he whispered “happy birthday” and you smiled softly, it was impossible not to smile right now.

Yoosung

  •  “Yoosung, I let your green shirt on the hanger, oh, and be careful when you go to the bathroom, I think there’s something wrong with the lock… The roast beef is on the oven, don’t touch it! I’ll just go to the convenience store and see if they have that sauce we liked the other day, ok?”
  • “Mmmmhmm” he mumbled, staring at his laptop’s screen. You couldn’t bother wondering if he was really listening, you were in such a hurry to get everything done.
  • He didn’t know why you were running everywhere, it was just dinner! What was so special about this one?
  •  He was just worried about this quest, there were so many rare items available right then.
  • He was done a few minutes later, he stretched his arms and let out a yawn. “MC?” you didn’t answer. “MC? Are you in the bathroom? I’m coming in…” he entered and the door closed behind him.
  • He yelped, scared. He tried to open the door a few times and got more and more tense as he realized he was really trapped inside the bathroom. His phone was on his bedroom. Shit…
  • He heard the living room’s door being open.  “MC? MC, is that you?”
  • “Yoosung? Where are you?” “I’m trapped in the bathroom, I think there’s something wrong with the lock” “Yes, I know” “You knew? Why didn’t you tell me?”
  • “ I told you, Yoosung! You didn’t hear anything I said before I left?” “Where were you, anyways?” You sighed deeply. “Nevermind, Yoosung, let me call a locksmith and try to get you out of here before the night is completely ruined!”
  • Wow, you really sounded frustrated, this dinner was that important to you? Why?
  • “Oh, don’t worry, MC!  I can always cook some fried rice really quick like I normally do.” “Well, isn’t that the point? Doing something different because tonight is special?”
  • “Oh, sure…” Why is tonight special? Think, Yoosung, think! “Yes, tonight is a very special day…for… us?”
  • You glared at the door as you could actually see him. “Yoosung? What day is today?” “Today? T-Today? Hum… Friday?”
  • “I knew it! I knew you weren’t listening to me earlier, I knew you didn’t know what day is today! Gosh, I’m so stupid! My friends tried to drag me to this bar, but no, I insisted on spending my birthday with my boyfriend!” OH FUCK!
  • M-MC! It’s today! Yeah!” “Yes, you could at least notice the presents that came, but you were too busy with that fucking game all day, right?” You were freaking terrifying when you swore, he was shivering
  • “MC, I don’t even know how to proper apologize right now, I’m so sorry! I… bought your present months ago and I guess I just… forgot?”
  • “Yes, Yoosung, you forget everything around you when you play that game! Seriously… I… I can’t believe the only way to make you listen to me is with  you locked up like this… this is so… fucked up!” Another swear, another shiver! But what you said gave him an idea. “So… keep me like this…” “What?”
  •  “Seriously, keep me like this! We can call the locksmith tomorrow morning. I don’t have my phone or computer with me, so all I can focus is your voice now. Tell me everything and I’ll listen.” “What are you saying? This is weird!”
  • “So let’s do it as a game! How about that: for every year of your life, you tell me something I should know about you? Silly things or meaningful things, you tell me everything and I’ll listen!” You were still hesitating, but… your boyfriend listening to you all night long? That was… sort of fun… you took a deep breath and sat in front of the bathroom door. You could not see each other, but that was better, so you wouldn’t feel embarrassed telling him… very intimate things. “Okay… fact number one about me…”
  • It was morning when you finished, you both were laughing because you told him funny things about you in high school. “Hey, MC?” “Yes, Yoosung?”  “I know I’m late, but… happy birthday!” “Thank you, Yoosung… now let’s get you out of there” your voice got back to the sweet tone he loved so much, he knew he had to do a lot to make it up to you, but now… he was just relieved you didn’t sound mad, and he learned so much about you, this would be really useful later…
  • As soon as he was released, he rushed over you and planted a firm and passionate kiss in your lips, you’ve never seen him like this! “Thanks for your services, sir. Now if you’ll excuse us, I have to make my girlfriend’s dream number 18 come true!” he paid the guy, took your hand and leaded you to the bedroom.

Jaehee

  • She would never! I mean, NEVER EVER forget your birthday! As soon as you started dating, she marked the date on her calendar, she was prepared for this day months ago!
  • You probably knew she was planning everything, so it hit her. You KNEW, it would be no surprise for you at all! She never saw your surprised face before, she would love to see your eyes widening, your mouth opening in a gasp and then turning into a smile for her… oh… it must be so adorable!
  • You always complimented her diligence, her ability to plan something at every detail, but now… she just wanted not to be like that, at least for one day, your day… she had to surprise you somehow!
  • So she thought… what if she pretended to forget your birthday? And when the day was almost ending, she would surprise you with something very romantic and special? It would be so bold and unexpected of her, she couldn’t wait to show you this side of her!
  • It was harder than she thought. When the day came, she kept holding back all the hugs she wanted to give you, the urge to say “Happy Birthday! I love you!”. God… you were looking at her as if you were expecting something! Those puppy eyes, ugh… somebody save her!
  • But she kept going through, it would all be worthy for both of you at the end of the day.   “Jaehee, is there something you wanna say to me?” “Hum… you’re doing a good work today, MC!” “Jaehee, you have nothing to give me today?” “Oh yeah, I have you to give this receipt from the milk distributor, you forgot to sign here.” This was fucking torture!
  • You two closed the cafe in complete silence, she noticed you weren’t as excited as you were that morning. Your smile disappeared from your face as soon as the last customer left.     
  • “So,MC, ready to head home?” “Oh, I… already have plans for tonight.” WHAT? “Oh… you do?” “Yeah, I’m gonna get some drinks with some friends.” “N-No! You can’t!” she said in a high and surprised tone. “Why not?”
  • “W-Well, because you… didn’t you say you were trying to quit drinking?” “I think you’re mistaking me with Zen, Jaehee…” SHIT!
  • “I’ll be back soon, you don’t have to wait me awake if you don’t want to.” Oh… your passive-aggressive tone, it gave her the creeps everytime you acted like that.
  • “Well, can I… can I go with you?” “Oh, it’s just a silly thing with some girls from college, I don’t think you would enjoy that much…  but you’re more than welcome to come.” Yeah, you definitely didn’t want her to join you, you were PISSED
  • “So… I’ll go home just to take a shower and change, ok?” Oh no, the surprise! Time to move, Jaehee! “MC, YOU CAN’T GO!” you looked at her, surprised. Noticing you got a little scared, she lowered her voice “P-Please… don’t go…”
  • “Why not?” Think of something! Quick! “W-well, b-be-e-cause… I… I…  I don’t like your friends, MC!” “What?” “Yes, you… act different after you see them, you get… immature and… annoying!” you could not believe this! Neither could she, what was she doing? When did everything get so out of control?
  • “Annoying?” you scoffed “Wow, okay… thanks for the note, Jaehee! I’ll… well, sorry to disappoint you, but I’ll go get annoying and immature with my friends  tonight, at least they don’t forget my fucking birthday!” and you stormed out of the cafe. She was just… speechless, she could not think of a reaction right now.
  • She thanked God for the fact that the house you shared was not far from the cafe, she could reach you without a problem.
  •  And she got home just in time to see the face she was craving so much to see, but… the tears weren’t a part of her fantasy. “MC? I… I’m so sorry. I… tried to make you a surprise, I thought it would be even surprising  if I pretended I forgot your birthday, but now I see it was so childish of me. I’m really sorry, MC! I don’t hate your friends, I just said that to keep you away from the house, I think they’re great just like you, they’re funny and creative and… bold, like you! And… definitely not like me… I’m-”
  • You interrupted her with a intense yet sweet kiss, she was took by surprise, but quickly catched up with you. “Don’t talk about yourself like this, especially on my birthday…” “Yes, of course, MC, I’ll just say sweet things from now on…”
  • “You should start with a ‘Happy Birthday!’” you both laughed through your tears, you two looked so dork, it was so cute…

Jumin

  • He didn’t really forgot, he just… miscalculated how long that business trip would last.
  • At least that’s what he told Zen over the phone when he called very angry and judgemental about missing his “so called precious girlfriend”. Jumin didn’t want to hear anything of this, mainly because he knew Zen was… ugh… right…
  • He wanted to call you, but was he really ready to listen your sad voice? Would he be able to handle it? His emotions were still a mysterious field, even if you were helping him through. But the things you said and did affected him on a very unpredictable way, so… calling you seemed reckless right now.
  • He would miss it, it was already set. He wouldn’t make in time. All that was left was trying to get you the most thoughtful and amazing gift and take some days off from work to make it up to you. Would it be enough?
  • But then… he saw the photos in the chatroom. MC and the other RFA members at a bar, it would be a cute friend’s photo if Zen WEREN’T THAT CLOSE TO YOU, WITH HIS ARM AROUND YOUR SHOULDER!!!
  • Jumin let out a low groan… this wasn’t right! It was supposed to be his arm around your shoulder… and probably not in that commoner’s bar. You deserved so much better on your birthday! You deserved… a better boyfriend…
  • He caught himself on his private jet, telling the pilot to get there asap. It was a good weather, this wouldn’t take long.
  • And it really didn’t, but now there was another problem… Driver Kim was not picking up his calls! What was he doing? Oh right… Jumin gave him some days off since he was on this business trip, only because MC insisted he needed some rest… he would feel aroused about all this irony if this wasn’t gettin in the way of something so important.
  • He took a cab, this driver didn’t feel reliable, but he was desperate. And the guy guaranteed he could get him to his destination in the shortest amount of time.
  • He just saw the light and heard a loud bang on the side of the cab… then everything got dark.
  • Zen gave you a ride to the hospital on his bike. He was mad, but tried to stay collected to not make you feel more nervous. Jaehee, Seven and Yoosung were already there. Zen and Jaehee wanted to go with you, you insisted on going alone and Seven convinced everybody this was the best right then.   
  • “Don’t talk! Don’t even try using your smothering words to make me forget what you did, Jumin Han! What were you thinking? Are you insane?” Silence… “ANSWER ME!”
  • “You… said you didn’t want me to talk…” he said with his usual calm tone, but in the inside he was terrified, you seemed… not like yourself at all. “Jumin, I swear to God I’ll slap this handsome face of yours and give this hospital a reason to keep you here for a while, don’t test me right now!” you were so scary! And sexy… no, FOCUS, JUMIN!
  •  “I didn’t want to miss your birthday, it didn’t seem right…” “So what? How getting on an unlicensed cab fit into this? Oh my god… do you have any idea how panicked I got when the hospital called me?” you were trying to compose yourself “Why did you get back? I was ok with your business trip getting longer than planned…” “I… saw the photo in the chatroom, you and… Zen…” oh, he should not have mentioned that, you were losing it again.
  • “Zen? You were worried about Zen? Oh my god, Jumin! What the fuck is wrong with you? What were you thinking? Seriously, I want to know how your brain works! Did you really think I was cheating on you?”
  • “I WASN’T THINKING, MC! I was… I don’t know what’s gotten into me, I saw the photo and I just knew I had to be there with you. That’s what happens, I don’t… think when it’s about you, I just… feel.”
  • “Jumin, I made myself very clear about using sweet talk right now…” “But it’s the truth, I swear! MC, I love you, I want to be with you at every special moment of your life.” “And do you think this is a special moment? You in a hospital bed making me feel so terrified of losing you? On my fucking birthday, Jumin?” your voice was breaking, and then came the tears.
  •  “I’m sorry for making you worry, MC. I was childish and imprudent, and I should do better when it concerns you, us… I’m… really sorry… and this feels completely inappropriate, but… happy birthday…” you sighed heavily and gave up, being angry wouldn’t take you anywhere. Your boyfriend was alive, just a few scratches here and there, and you were together! You curled up to him on the bed, then you just… talked.
  • “Did you really came here on Zen’s bike? Did you wear a helmet? Did you… put your arms around him?” “Jumin, Zen is the least of your problems right now, just wait till we get home.” again… so terrifyingly sexy… it felt strange hearing these things instead of saying it for once.

Saeyoung

  • You two were not on speaking terms right now, it was a pretty bad fight, although now he didn’t really remember how and why it started. It was something about one of his pranks? About him going too far? Yes, it was something like this…
  • Anyways, he didn’t feel like apologizing, you were probably overreacting, soon you would come to your senses and talk to him again.
  • But this was taking too long, he haven’t heard from you for almost a week, were you that mad? The RFA members were refusing to talk about this, this was between you two, he should solve this if it was bothering him so much.
  • He got out of his office for the first time in three days and heard someone in the living room. It was you? Were you finally back? Hum, no… it was Saeran. And he was… wrapping this box on a shiny red wrapper?
  • “Hey bro, whachu doing?” “What do you think I’m doing? Wrapping this gift, you fool! MC’s favorite color is red, right?” “Yes, it is… is this for MC?” “No, is for the pope… of course it is for her!”
  • “Why?” “Quit shitting around and go get ready, we’re gonna be late!” “Late for what, Saeran? What’s going on?” “MC’s party! Seriously, did you bang your head or something?” “Party, why is she having a party?” he felt a little hurt you were throwing parties while you two were fighting like that.
  • “Wait… did you really forget?”  “What? What did I forget?” “Holy fuck! You really forgot your girlfriend’s birthday!” “What? No, I didn’t! Her birthday is in a few months, bro!” “Hum, no ‘bro’, it’s today!”. Saeyoung scoffed: “No, it isn’t! Come on… I checked every information about her when we met, there’s no way I would forget the day she was born!” “Well, check again, you probably messed up the informations in your stupid brain.” He was starting to get mad at Saeran for doubting him, he was the one messing it up! So he went to check your background history  and yes, your birthday was… your birthday was… shit! TODAY!
  • “Oh Lord! Oh Lord! Oh Lord!” he started panicking and running in the house. How could he forget? He was so adamant about you apologizing he didn’t even notice that day was coming? What a selfish asshole he was! “Oh my God, Saeran! I’m so screwed!” “Yep…”
  • “Don’t ‘yep’ me! Help me! I need to do something!” “Exactly, YOU need to, don’t get me involved in this, you were the one who screwed up, just apologize to her already!” “This isn’t enough! I, Saeyoung Choi, need to come up with something as special and amazing as my lady. And you were gonna help me! This is a mission for the Choi boys!” “I asked you a million times not to call us that…”
  • He came with a plan and headed with his brother to your place. When he got there, he noticed it wasn’t a big party, it was more like an intimate reunion with RFA and your closest friends. Hum… he was expecting something big as his surprise, but this would do, anyways.
  • Saeran cleared his throat and gathered everybody’s attention. “MC, my brother is an asshole and he wants to ‘apologize’. Enjoy this freak show and happy birthday!” he said in a monotone tone as turning the music on.
  • And then Saeyoung came out of your bedroom lip syncing “Birthday” by Katy Perry in a full cosplay of her. Nobody was in shock because, well… they already knew your boyfriend, you got embarrassed when you looked at your parents watching that. When he finished, people weren’t sure if they should clap or not.
  • “I’m so sorry, MC! I’m such a prick for not talking to you and there’s nothing I could say right now to make it up to you, so I did this. If I can’t be mature enough, at least I can make you laugh, and… I believe it was the great american artist Katy Perry who said ‘So make a wish! I’ll make it like your birthday every day!’. Happy birthday, MC! I love you!”
  • “Oh, Saeyoung…” you were crying and leaned to him, he was waiting for a kiss, but you went to his ear and whispered: “Got you!” He looked at you puzzled as Zen and Yoosung unrolled a banner where it could read “You got pranked, brah!”
  • “MC, what’s happening?” “I was mad at you because of that bad prank you pulled on me last week, so I decided to take some revenge. I told everybody to come here today to pretend it was my birthday, so it would look like you forgot it.” “But your background history…  the date…” “Saeran took care of this for me. You’re not the only hacker in the family, right?” he looked at Saeran, he just raised his glass with a smirk. “Oh, and putting Katy Perry as one of my interests was his idea too. I had no idea you were going to show up like this… guess he knows you a little better than I do”
  • “Oh… my… God! I… I… ” he looked shocked, almost hurt, now you were wondering if you went too far… but the truth was… he was so happy you and his brother were getting along, even teaming up to make something for him, even if it was to make him look like a fool, he didn’t mind, he was just… really happy “I LOVE YOU TWO SO MUCH!” and he pulled you and Saeran in a tight hug.

Saeran

  • “Shit! Shit! Shit!” he was cursing and pacing back and forth ever since he saw the calendar, it was today! How could he forget?
  • Truth be told, he had one of his episodes last night, when that happened, he would lost his sense of time and place. This would be even worse when you weren’t around to calm him down, and why weren’t you around? Oh yeah, you were planning your birthday party, yeah, that one he refused to help with because ‘it was lame’ as he told you over the phone. Oh god…He was the worst, wasn’t he?
  • He got out of his bedroom and went looking for Saeyoung, but all he found was a note. “Helping MC, party starts at 9 pm at her place, don’t be late! P.S.: Call her, bro. Love, Saeyoung” he rolled his eyes, but this was kind of useful. Except for that piece of advice about calling you. How could he? He didn’t talk to you all day and you would notice right away the reason the disappeared, and you would be worried, his brother would hear about this and they both would feel guilty for leaving him alone and… he hated to see your concerned expression, it was too much painful.
  • At least he bought a nice gift, it was a simple bracelet, but he knew you should have it when he saw you looking at it that day you two went to shopping. Now he just needed to take a quick shower and find some decent clothes. He still had time, right? WRONG!
  • It was already 10 pm! How could he lost notion of time  that much? He felt like shit! Your place was pretty far from Saeyoung’s bunker, it would take at least a half hour to get there by train. What about by car?
  • He went to the garage and took one of his brother’s car, Saeyoung woudn’t like this, but he didn’t give a shit right now. It was all about you!
  • He was a little rusty from driving, but still knew the basics, like… stopping and… most important, accelerating! And boy, did he speed it up
  • He muttered a “fuck! What now?” when he saw the police car reflected on the rearview mirror. Yeah, he knew he had to stop, this guy wouldn’t get off his back.  
  • “Documents, sir?” “Shit! I don’t… I don’t have it right now!” “Sir, are you aware that you were much faster than the speed limit?” “Yeah, look… I’m just trying to make it to my girlfriend’s party, I’m pretty late and…” “Sir, I’m gonna have to ask you to get out of the car…” “What? Fuck! No!” “Sir, please… I don’t want to use force!” “Well, I don’t want to use force either, so just get the fuck away!” “Sir, calm down a little and…” “No! Don’t tell me what to do, your asshole! I know my rights!” “So you know you have the right to remain silent, you are arrested for contempt of authority, just come with me calmly or I’ll charge you for resisting to prison too.” FUCK! He didn’t even mind about this, all he could think of was you… and how disappointed you would be right now
  • You and Saeyoung came to the police station, neither of you said anything, you two were too scared. Saeran could not have a criminal record, nobody should know about this, what if his father found out? That’s what you two were thinking, but were too scared to say it out loud. “Me and Jumin are taking care of this, don’t worry, nobody will know a thing. At least I managed to not let him get locked up, so he’s in the interrogation room. Go talk to him but make it quick, okay?” you nodded, you didn’t know what to say
  • He took a quick glance at you and lowered his head, he could not look you in the eye right now. “I… I know you’re mad, ok? I’m sorry! I was just… trying to get to your place, I didn’t know I was so late, you know what happen when I have… those panic attacks, and… I should’ve called you, my stupid brother was fucking right, I can’t believe it! I feel so shitty right now, MC! I can’t believe I’m putting you to this on your own birthday, I’m such a piece of shit! I… I… don’t deserve you at all. I’m…”
  • You interrupted him with a hug. He was handcuffed, but oh did he want to hug you back… even if he knew he didn’t deserve it… “I was so worried about you…” were you… crying? Oh no… “You can’t do this to me, Saeran! That cop had a gun! What if he… oh, I don’t even want to say it!” Wait! Weren’t you mad? You were… worried…? For him?
  • “A – Aren’t you… mad?” “Of course I’m mad! But I’m more relieved to see you’re ok, I love you so much! You know that?”
  • “Yes, of course I know, MC. And I hate to see you like this because of me, you should be smiling today, no, not just today, everyday!” “So don’t get into trouble because of me, you dork!” oh, you called him dork, you were calming down… “I won’t, I swear! Me being safe will be your birthday gift! This and… this.” He pointed to the little box in his pocket. “They took everything from me, but I woudn’t let they take this… Happy Birthday, MC! I mean… as happy as can be…”
  • You laughed and took the box out of his pocket, you opened, looked at him and kissed him in a sloppy and desperate way. “Okay, break it off you two! This isn’t a motel room!” The cop interrupted getting in the room. “You must know some important people, fella. You’re getting away with a clean file.” “So I’m free to go?” “Yep, let me just get you out of these handcuffs and you can escort your lady.”
  • “Oh, he better do much more than escort me when we’re out of here. Oh, and don’t feel too comfortable about getting rid of these handcuffs, you’ll be back to them as soon as we get home, maybe I have a pair that matches my new bracelet?” the look in your eyes… he could tell you weren’t kidding. This was a huge turn on, but he wasn’t really used to you playing this role, so he wasn’t sure what to expect… “Can you keep me arrested here for tonight, officer? I feel I’ll be safer around here.
The Outsiders As Things My Friends Have Said

Ponyboy: *Points at copy of To Kill A Mockingbird* This is why I am such an intellectual, highly smart, very- *proceeds to fall off chair*

Sodapop: Sucks for all of you, I can’t go to college so I don’t have to pay student loans! Wait..

Darry: My brother never shuts up, I swear! He’s always doing something- OH MY GOD JONATHAN STOP THAT !!! (His brother tried to swing from the ceiling fan)

Steve: If I had a choice between shooting Hitler, and shooting Stalin, I’d still shoot myself in the head. 

Two Bit: Can I get high if I eat weed? I don’t like how smoking it makes me smell.

Johnny: We, as a society, must protect the superior race. The superior race is…kittens. 

Dallas: Honestly, everyone in this room has disappointed me in some way, and I’m disappointed to say that. 

Tim: *The room is virtually quiet while everyone is taking a test* I can’t concentrate with the amount of assholes in the room *proceeds glare at everyone and then walk out with his test*

Curly: *Shows everyone his jammed finger* I got this while fingering some super tight pussy !!!

Angela: You are a pig, you are trash, and you make me want to die. You mUST be 10 feet away from me at ALL times xx (:

9

So she’s my collar is about noodle right? Mini 2nu comic on agenda cuz like I said before, I’m 2nu trash. I was suppose to be doing more Jashi but got distracted.

Anyways dialogue goes something along he lines of this

*go to a rooftop during a party after drinking a few, to talk both kinda tipsy*

“It’s just an old crush, don’t worry about it I’m just saying it so I can get over it.”

“Still friends?” “Haha always!” “ Good.”

“You’ve really grown up…. I guess I didn’t notice cuz I didn’t want to. It’s weird seeing you like this…you used to come to me when you had nightmares… now I always go to you.”

“Stu. You…okay?”

“…oh god I shouldn’t have done that. I am so sorry I-I” “w-what , why did you!?? I thought that! You didn’t?!! Like me like that?! Like I was just some dumb kid with a dumb crush!”


“ you’re not a dumb kid. You’re …the smartest… prettiest girl ….p-person .. I ” “ …stop.”

“What?” “…you kissed me.”

“So what now.” “Idk. Guess we have fun?”

South Park S21 ep.7

Doubling Down

  • Sad Heidi at the beginning :(
  • CARTMAN’S SOBBING
  • CARTMAN YOU’RE THE MANIPULATIVE ASSHOLE
  • Cartman? Vegan? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
  • You go, Kyle! Go back to your speeches :’)
  • Heidi seems brainwashed. Oh god this is horrible. It’s sad because that’s obvious signs of a toxic relationship :/
  • Beyond KFC
  • Oh my god, poor Heidi. Why would he do that?????
  • Please Kyle, save the day!!
  • “We’re all going out with Cartman” oh
  • NOT THE MEMBER BERRIES NONONONONONO
  • “You’re all hot in the inside, it would be hot to see you in the inside, oh shit..” I love you, Kyle
  • KYDI????? OH MY GOD WHAT
  • I WAS EXPECTING IT BUT HOLY SHIT WOW
  • KYLE LIKES HEIDI WHOAWHOAWHOA
  • It’s been so long since Kyle has had a crush on someone. We had Rebecca, then Nichole, and also Leslie…now this…oh bless. Love to see where this goes. SO EXCITING
  • Subtle political stuff
  • Kyle comforting Heidi <3
  • Kyle speaking the truth!!!!!!!!!
  • Heiman montage oh
  • Heidi finally starts to realize how toxic their relationship is, stand up for yourself, girl!
  • More subtle political stuff
  • Cartman sobbing to Token
  • TOKEN SLAMMING THE DOOR ON CARTMAN HA
  • TOKEN SLAMMING THE DOOR ON CARTMAN PT.2
  • It’s weird that I actually understand the political stuff going on in this episode. I don’t normally follow politics that much o:
  • THE KYLE MONTAGE, I AM SOBBING 
  • THE MARCHING OH GOD I AM STILL LAUGHING AKLJLFSDHLAS
  • KAHL-
  • KAAAAAAHHHHHLLLLLL
  • Cartman and Kyle round-up yeehaw
  • KYLE PUNCHED HIM STRAIGHT IN THE FACE YOOOOOOOO
  • Bebe’s voice sounded weird lol
  • HEIDI NO DON’T GIVE IN
  • KYLE’S HAIR!!!!! SO CUTE
  • Cartman, why just why…you manipulated Heidi into ruining her relationship with Kyle. I was so excited :( so excited…
  • CARTMAN’S SMIRK THAT ASSHOLE
  • cha cha cha…

Whoa, what a fucking ride ya’ll. This was a roller coaster for me. There was things I expected but didn’t expect at the same time. I was actually excited to see some Kydi since Kyle hasn’t had a love interest in a while. He even styled his hair! It was so adorable! I was hoping this would be the end of Cartman and Heidi but I guess not??? This season is just wow. I have no words. Although there’s another dark week (I think) next week, there’s a lot to take in so I think it’s necessary. EDIT: I don’t think there is another dark week but THERE’S STILL SO MUCH TO TAKE IN

WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS? PLEASE TELL ME ANYTHING! I LOVE TO HEAR WHAT OTHER PEOPLE THINK!

Ransom and Holster get a Kitten

The cat, like most things, is Adam’s fault.


Justin is unintentionally napping on the couch, a textbook open on his chest, pages bent awkwardly where he apparently dropped it without noticing, when he wakes to a suspicious scuffling noise from the front hall.


He hears Adam laugh and shush someone, and okay they haven’t officially discussed this thing they’re doing but Justin had kind of figured they were, at the very least, exclusive, even if they (Adam) weren’t ready for labels or whatever, and sneaking some guy into their apartment when Adam knows Justin has a test coming up is just really unlike him anyway.


Justin cautiously peeks over the back of the couch towards the doorway and frowns when he sees Adam walk past, something squirming in the front of his hoodie, and conspicuously without the gorgeous, jacked, Chris Evans fucker Justin’s brain had helpfully supplied a moment ago.


Adam freezes as he notices Justin watching him, his hoodie still squirming ominously.


“Heeey, Rans,” he says, “I uh… I thought you were going to the library?”


“Fell asleep,” Justin says with a shrug, “Swear to God Holtzy, if that’s a fucking tarantula I am out.”


“Oh my God,” Adam groans, rolling his eyes so dramatically that most of his upper body gets involved, “The tarantula thing was, like, three years ago. Let it go.”


“If it’s not a tarantula, then why is it shoved down the front of your shirt?” Justin asks, not unreasonably he thinks.


“Because he was cold?” Adam tries.


“And ‘He’ is…,” Justin prompts.


Adam hesitates, then sighs and gives in.


He carefully undoes the zipper on his hoodie to reveal a damp, bedraggled, and shivering kitten.


“Oh,” Justin says, his voice coming out softer and significantly more heartbroken than he had intended.


“I found him under a dumpster a few blocks away,” Adam supplies, “he was all alone and- I couldn’t just leave him, Rans.”


“Of course not, bro,” Justin says immediately.


He heaves himself off the couch and invades Adam’s space immediately, gently running a finger over the kitten’s head.


He knows he’s probably smiling pretty dopily right now, but when he looks up to catch Adam’s eyes, Adam is grinning widely so he figures he’s fine.


He’s leaning in, about to give his ridiculous bro a kiss when he notices the smell.


“What is that?” Justin asks, wrinkling his nose.


“Oh,” Adam says, “Well you know how I found him under a dumpster?”


“Yes…,” Justin says warily.


“Well, I think he might be a little bit, sort of… covered in dumpster juice?”


Justin lets out an ungodly shriek, hopping back and holding his hand out as far as he can.


“Bro, what the fuck,” Justin hisses.


“So like…,” Adam says, “We should probably wash him?”

the right to remain silent

Okay so I recently hit a follower and a fic milestone, and my immediate reaction was just to go, “oh, nice!” and eat some ice-cream - but then my sister, who is my conscience in human form, said, “Why on earth are you congratulating yourself? You should be doing something nice for the people who made this possible!” so in the end I went “Alright alright alright have this terrible ficlet I wrote in like 20 minutes”. Thanks for everything, guys!

“my dad is a cop and i just called him and he was like “hey i have a 17 year old boy in the back of my cop car right now that i’m running him to the station” and i asked if he was cute and my dad said “Hey, my daughter wants to know if you’re cute” and the guy said “i want to say yes, sir” and my dad started laughing so hard” AU based on this post . (It was supposed to be Zutara, but honestly? It’s basically Hakoda deciding to adopt Zuko)

the right to remain silent 

“Are you okay with this, or do you want me to change the station?” Hakoda says. Silence greets him, so he glances into the rear view mirror at the boy sitting behind him, who is looking back at him with anger and apprehension and uncertainty written over his face. It’s actually a pretty impressive range of emotions he’s displaying, given the fact that the kid really only has one eye.

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THINK TO ME, LIKE LOVERS DO –  3.4k


“Come on, Derek, just let us in, okay? We can’t help you if you don’t let us in!”

Scott banged on the loft door again, the metallic clank echoing around the spacious room, but Derek did not get up to open it. Instead he stayed pressed against the wall of windows, as far away as he could possibly get.

“How would that possibly help, Scott?” he called back. “The closer you are, the worse it gets!”

Even from this distance he could still hear whispers, brushing up against his mind, thankfully indistinct enough to be ignored for the moment. Earlier, in the sorcerer’s lair, the voices had been loud and persistent and completely inescapable at close range. This was better. Obviously it wasn’t a perfect solution, but at least he was no longer hearing things he didn’t want to hear.

Normally, Derek liked to think of himself as a cautious person. Maybe not in all aspects of his life, but on the whole Derek prefered to think before he acted and thereby not act in stupid ways. So what the hell he had been thinking toying with unidentified magical artefacts found in the home of the malicious sorcerer they had spent a week tracking down and eliminating, he couldn’t say. Judging by the suddenly-audible thoughts of everyone around him in the moment the pendant had started glowing and whistling, he hadn’t been thinking at all.

So now here he was, behind the locked door of his loft, hiding from anyone and everyone whose mind he might involuntarily invade. Because that was his luck.

“We need to figure out what exactly is going on,” Scott argued in that annoyingly reasonable tone of his. “If Deaton can determine what curse it is—if it’s even a curse! It might not be! But if he can do that, then he can work on reversing it. But he can’t do that from all the way out here.”

Derek gritted his teeth against a snarl. He didn’t want to be within a mile of anyone else right now. He didn’t want to hear what other people thought of him; he had long had his suspicions on that matter, and the last thing he needed was confirmation of those depressing facts. But Scott had a point. If he didn’t want to live the rest of his miserable life as an unwilling telepath, Deaton was his best shot.

“Fine,” he bit out. “But for the love of all that is holy, Scott, try to keep your mind off Allison.

The mental images Derek had from the ten seconds between the onset of the curse and when everyone else had realized what was happening had scarred him for life.

With every step he took toward the door, the voice in Derek’s ear got that much louder, strangely light and insubstantial in a way that was hard to define but made it obvious even without seeing Scott’s closed mouth that the words weren’t being spoken out loud.

I don’t think about Allison that much, do I? Just because her hair smells good and she was wearing that shirt today with the — like the blue one better, it makes her look like — probably stay over at her place tonight if her dad doesn’t try to shoot me again — need to take milk home to mom, though, don’t forget —

Derek yanked open the door and immediately backed away, hoping that even a few feet would make the thoughts less demanding. He was thoroughly caught off guard to see Deaton standing quietly at Scott’s side; he couldn’t hear a single thought from the man. When Derek turned his attention on him, he just got a very strong impression of a brick wall.

Deaton smiled that cryptic little smile of his, like he was the one reading minds now.

“A mental block,” he said. “A technique for shielding the mind, perfected through years of practice and meditation.”

“Like Occlumency?” Derek asked.

“Not unlike it,” Deaton said easily. “Sadly, not something that can be picked up by novices in a few hours.”

Well, there went his last hope.

Derek let himself be tugged down onto his own couch by Deaton and sent up a prayer of thanks when Scott took the hint to not crowd him. That didn’t stop him from catching stray thoughts— really should get some curtains or something, this place is depressing — smells like sad in here, god, I hate chemosignals —but it was better than a constant deluge of them.

There was some poking and prodding, some following the light exercises, and some sort of obscure, extrasensory magical goings-on before Deaton sat back with another almost-reassuring smile.

“It’s not a permanent spell,” he said, “nor a complex one. However, it is one that requires the source to be destroyed.”

“The source?” Derek asked. “The sorcerer is already dead. Why am I still being subjected to this?”

“By source, I mean the artefact in which the curse was contained,” Deaton clarified. “Luckily, we have the artefact on hand. Now it’s only a matter of destroying it.”

“How long should that take?” Scott asked.

“Shouldn’t be long,” Deaton said, standing up and dusting off his lab coat. “A week or two at the most.”

“A week or two?” Derek repeated, horrified.

Don’t know why he’s so upset by that, we go weeks without seeing him anyway — kind of a hermit, honestly — oh god, he can hear me, can’t he, fuck —

“It’ll be fine,” Scott said bracingly, and Derek had a strong urge to punch him in the face. Luckily, Scott seemed to sense it and started hastily backing up toward the door, thumbing over his shoulder. “Deaton will get you fixed up in no time! In the meantime, I’ll just get out of your hair.”

“Please do,” Derek muttered.

The silence, when Scott and Deaton were gone and the door shut firmly behind them, seemed emptier than it usually did, but Derek was grateful for it nonetheless.

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Lyric Text Prank - Avengers x Reader

A/N:The song will be I have Questions by Camila Cabello, i’m thinking doing more than one of these. 

Y/n has opened the Avengers Group Chat - members online: 1

Y/n: Why did you leave me here to burn?

Steve, Wanda, Natasha and Tony have logged on

Steve: Y/n has something happened?

Nat: Are you okay, hun? Do I need to eliminate anyone?

Y/n: I’m way too young to be this hurt

Wanda: What’s wrong Y/n?

Y/n: I feel doomed in tower rooms

Y/n: Staring straight up at the wall

Tony: Y/n have you been at my alcohol again?

Y/n: Counting wounds and I am trying to numb them all

Steve: Are you hurt? Should I bring a first aid kit?

Y/n: Do you care?

Wanda: Of course we care

Clint, Bucky, Sam and Peter have logged on

Clint: What’s going on here?

Peter: What’s wrong with Y/n?

Y/n: Why don’t you care?

Y/n: I gave you all of me, my blood, my sweat, my heart and my tears

Y/n: Why don’t you care?

Bucky: Doll who hurt you? I’ll hurt them back, badly

Y/n: I was there, when no-one was, now you’re gone, and I’m here

Tony: Are you still upset Bruce left? I am too Y/n, I lost my science bro!

Sam: Oh god he’s crying, he’s actually crying

Y/n: I have questions for you

Scott has logged on

Scott: Sorry y/n I don’t like surveys

Y/n: Number one, tell me who’d you think you are, you got some nerve, trying to tear my faith apart

Steve: Are you upset about the accords, we all disagreed with them?

Peter: I’m really confused, is y/n okay or…?

Y/n: Number 2, why would you try to play me for a fool, I should have never ever ever trusted you

Clint: Is this about me using up your shampoo without telling you…?

Nat: Clint are you serious?

Wanda: You do not mess with a girl’s hair products

Pietro has logged on

Pietro: Old man, even I knew that

Y/n: Number three, why weren’t you, who you swore that you would be? I have questions, I have questions haunting me…

Bucky: Who hurt you? Me and Sam will deal with them!

Nat: You boys are actually getting along for once, only when it comes to beating people up…

Y/n: My name was safest in your mouth, why’d you have to go and spit it out?

Steve: I’m really concerned now :(

Tony: Oh my god you know how to do faces…

Pietro: Old men..old men everywhere, especially Clint…

Y/n: your voice was the most familiar sound but it sounds so dangerous to me now

Wanda: Y/n I’m coming to you

Y/n: is it my fault? can we talk? do you miss me?

Nat: Y/n I’m coming over too, girl talk time

Y/n: I have questions for you

Y/n: I have questions for you

Y/n: I have questions…

Y/n: Why are you all so stupid?

Clint: WHAT

Tony: Rude

Peter: OMG I JUST REALISED

Y/n: YOU’VE ALL BEEN PRANKED!!!!!

Steve: Y/N I THOUGHT YOU WERE HURT

Y/n: I’M HURT NON OF YOU WORKED IT OUT I HAVE QUESTIONS IS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE SONGS

Y/n: Crying in the club now…

Y/n has left the chat

Tony: I actually thought she got into my alcohol again

Peter: hehe OMG is another one of Camila Cabello’s songs… sorry got to go, Star Wars with Ned to watch :D

Tony and Peter have left the chat

Bucky: Anyone for a dance party to learn about these modern songs?

Steve: Alright sure Buck

Sam: *smirks*

Scott: Gotta take care of Cassie, bye guys!

Bucky, Steve, Sam and Scott have left the chat

Wanda: Girls night?

Nat: Sounds good, I’ll drag Y/n away from her music, you get Maria and Pepper

Wanda and Nat have left the chat

Clint: Soooo…

Pietro: Old man

Clint: Rude….to think I named my child after you

Pietro: One step closer to an army of Pietros >:D

Clint: ONE IS ENOUGH AHHHH

Clint has been disconnected

Pietro has left the chat

Vision has logged on

Vision: What did I miss? Oh I see…I must learn more about this pranking…

Vision has left the chat

Deadpool has somehow entered the chat although he was blocked 9 times.

Deadpool: Deadpool is here to join the Avengers… after being rejected 5 times…

Deadpool: Aww crud they left… 

Deadpool has left the chat

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evak beach hc part 1: with @tarjeiandhenrik (who thought they owned a beach asdjk)

  • isak doesn’t really like the beach. he hates it when he gets too hot, he hates the sand and how he’s gotta re-apply sunscreen like every 20 minutes, the kids, how his snapback ends up being a sand bucket
  • “even!! but they totally stole my fucking snapback what the fuCK!” - “i thought it was jonas’ snapback?” - tha- that’s not the point!”
  • hJKLDFJDSLKJFDSLKF BUT SNAKES CAN SWIM WHY DOES HE HATE IT - viki thnx how could i forget snakesak.
  • even on the other hand, loves it. and isak loves even.
  • cue: beach shenanigans, or alternatively called: Boy In Love With His Boyfriend And Would Sacrifice His Skin For Him.
  • isak gets burned easy, you cant tell me he doesn’t. therefore re-applying is hell on earth bc the sunscreen ends up mixing with the sand that never manages to leave his hands and legs, and it just feels like rubbing sandpaper onto your skin and isak is Grouchy.
  • on the topic of re-applying tho, isak only starts to hate it a little less when even ends up helping him rub sunscreen onto his back. (imagine even making dirty jokes by e) and also having to rub sunscreen onto even’s back too.
  • although, he thinks he could also get used to watching even watch him as he rubs sunscreen onto his stomach (he’s not gonna make even do that for him when he can obviously reach his own stomach, he doesn’t have an excuse…)
  • but yeah he grumbles about it but the more he does it, he becomes determined and very focused on the job at hand and then he randomly looks up mid-sentence to see even just *heart eyes, sex eyes* at him and lololol isak can’t use sunburn as an excuse to why he’s so red right now but suddenly he doesn’t mind re-applying so much if even won’t stop looking at him like that.
  • don’t think about the time where even tries to recreate their pool kiss at the beach. it doesn’t go a well as their first one did lbr.
  • isak can’t deny feeling giddy that even wants to do it again bc that moment is so special to isak bc it’s where all this finally started. where they took that chance.
  • that feeling soon leaves as isak’s eyes start burning bc beach water is nasty af and the moment gets ruined bc even is still trying to kiss isak but isak cant see and he ends up laughing and yelping bc his eyes fucking sting and even this is all your fault why couldn’t we go to a pool instead!
  • but isak’s not mad at even, if anything he’s glad they get to be silly idiots together and he wouldn’t trade this day for the world.
  • despite isak hating the heat, they have a lot of fun that day. they race each other, even also makes them do the underwater challenge again bc isak swears he can do better than last time.
  • he doesn’t.
  • even going underwater and staying there for too long before popping up and startling isak, “you’re so dramatic. oh my god why am i with you???” - “for my giraffe genes, obviously!”
  • ahem speaking of giraffe genes, even most definitely gives isak a piggy back ride in the water.
  • isak is still kind of hesitant tho bc they’re still in public but even notices his unease so he walks them over to a more secluded part of the beach and he can feel the tension from isak just melt away as he wraps his arms more securely around even’s shoulders, giving his neck a small kiss.
  • even’s a sappy guy and all he wants to do is to be able to look at isak so isak on his back isn’t really helping bc he can’t see him??? cant say whatever he always says to make isak’s cheeks flush red and for the smile to tilt up, for his eyes to go all soft and drowsy. 
  • so even rearranges them so isak is facing him again and they slowly drift through the water, touching, but not all over each other like before; talking about nothing and everything.
  • exchanging relaxed kisses and words, sometimes stopping to just take in the moment and the quiet and the sound of each other’s breathing with isak’s head resting on even’s shoulder and even’s chin on the top of isak’s head.
  • when their moment gets broken though, even is sure to make isak race him back towards the shore with barely a warning. even always wins.
  • by the time they get out of the water and back towards their towels to lay down and dry, isak notices his snapback filled to the brim with sand and his scandalized gasp has even looking over worriedly before bursting into laughter. “… even… is there a way i can wash a snapback?”
  • imagine isak and even laying side by side on their towels and facing each other. their eyes half closed bc of the sun but they still think the other looks as beautiful as ever. even isn’t shy to say it though while isak holds back a bit and is content to just stare at even silently. 
  • until even’s body jerks suddenly and isak is all ????? but even just reaches for the sunscreen and starts re-applying while isak whines in annoyance and turns onto his back, stuffing his face into his towel.
  • his body jumps tho, when he feels even’s hands on his back, re-applying for him and his heart swells bc as he turns his head to watch, even’s tongue is curled, sticking out of his mouth, as he focuses on making sure isak won’t get burnt, smiling up at him when their eyes meet.
The Inner Monologue of Captain America

Steve’s POV
Words: 574
Warnings: nervous Steve, sarcasm


I walk into her office, hoping I look cooler than I feel. Why is it so hot in here? Her eyes meet mine over the computer screen, her hair falls across her face and she raises her hand to sweep it back behind her ear. I love that movement, it’s one of my favorites thus far. I want to get my hands into her hair and feel the silky strands slip through my fingers. But I didn’t come here for hair, I have important business with her today. Very important indeed. Real business. But looking into her eyes, I get a little lost and forget what I came to say.

“Can I help you, Captain Rogers?” She spoke. I should answer. I clear my throat. I sound like an old man, ugh.

“Um, yes, Y/N. I need those files Fury asked for yesterday. He’s ready to review with the rest of the team.”

“Certainly, Captain Rogers, I have them right here for you.” She hands me the folders and I let my fingers brush gently against hers. Gently? Lightning bolts were more gentle than that. I need to be careful with her, I don’t want to hurt her before I get more than 22 words out. But does “um” count as a word? Probably not. Brilliant, Rogers. So articulate. Blow her away why don’tcha?

“Thank you very much, Y/N. We appreciate all you do for the team.” Really Steve? Bucky would be kicking me at this point. Ask her. Just ask her out. It’s not that difficult, just open your mouth and speak. Remember how Bucky used to be so smooth, you can do it!

“Of course, Captain. I’m happy to help any way that I can. Let me know if the team needs anything else.” She’s smiling. It’s amazing! The most beautiful lips spread across her amazing face, her hand going back to up to push her hair out of the way. Why did she do that? Why doesn’t she just pin it back? No! Leave it down, let the movement happen! I clear my throat again.

“Was there something else I can help you with, Captain?”

“Call me Steve?” Weak, Steve, weak.

“Okay, Steve.” The smile again. I’m in trouble. My heart is pounding in my chest. Super Soldier style. Can she hear it from there?

“Steve? Are you okay?” She looks concerned. The most beautiful eyes I have ever seen hold concern for me. Shit. I’m still staring at her. And am I actually sweating? This was just embarrassing.

“Listen, Capt- Steve, would you be interested in getting a cup of coffee after your meeting today?” She asked me for coffee! She asked because I forgot how to form words.

“Yes.” She jumped. Too loud Rogers, don’t yell! “Um, yes, Y/N, that would be nice.” Oh my god. Coffee. I hope I remember how to drink and not make an even bigger fool of myself.

“Great! Why don’t you just come find me here whenever you are ready to go?” She even had a plan. She was wonderful!

“Okay, sure! See you in a while!”

Turn and leave now, Steve. Be careful to not knock anything off of her desk because I’m a spaz apparently. Shit. There’s Bucky. He saw it all. Aaaaand he’s laughing.Yep. No way around it. I’m going to have to kill him. It’s a shame. I used to like that guy.

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Fiancé

“She doesn’t understand you like I do.”

“But she makes me happy.” His words were cold, his eyes matched. Any emotion that was once there had vanished at the girls words.

“Did I not?” She questioned and folded her arms. Her tone matched his and made her wonder why she was even trying at this point.

“It’s not that simple.” The woman furrowed her brows at his response, it wasn’t what she wanted.

“That doesn’t answer the question.” The two stood a few feet away from each other but it still felt entirely too close to her. To him it was too far. Neither knew what they were expecting when they made plans to meet. To talk? To argue? Why had either come?

She wanted get answers.

He wanted to see her.

“Look, there are some things that people just have to do. This is what I have to do.”

Why?” She inquired, taking a step forward. He didn’t move, his gaze still attached to the angered woman.

“God! Can’t you just take my reasoning and not question anymore? This is why we didn’t work out! You were way too involved with everything going on.” His statement took her aback, her eyes widened and eyebrows raised.

“Oh how dare I be interested in my fiance’s, no wait, ex-fiance’s, life! How bad of a relationship partner am I?” Sarcasm laced every syllable. His eyes softened.

“That’s not what I meant.” He was becoming to be at a loss for words. The pair argued before but it was never this bad. But they were also never in this situation before.

“Oh is it not?” Her voice became louder. “I must have been for you to mail a letter saying the wedding was off only for you to get married a month later! It’s almost like our four years together meant nothing.”

“I still lov-”

“Don’t say it.” There were no tears, none out of sadness or frustration. She moved to walk off but he grabbed her wrist. She chuckled out of spite at the cliché move, however part of her melted at it the action but soon hardened when she felt the chill of the ring on his finger. She remembered why she was there and pulled her arm away before saying,

“Give my congratulations to your wife.”


short angst bec why not 
leaving is the only angst I can come up with apparently 

requests are open 

Fire Burns Brighter In The Dark.

Request from @brynnleemua​:Hi um could i ask for an imagine where you’re a new avenger and you’re the daughter of ghost rider (you have the same powers but you have red hair) and your powers come out when the team is attacked and after they are really surprised and bucky falls for you? Sorry its long but i love the idea

Note: Hope this is okay! I haven’t seen Ghost Rider so I looked up what he could do and I am PRAYING I did okay with this request for you :)

Bucky x Ghost Rider’s Daughter!Reader

Words: 2,251

Warnings: Violence, anger, injury, death and language.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

Your bright red locks of hair fell in front of your face as you looked down at the briefing you had just been given in the meeting. It was your first one as part of The Avengers team and you hadn’t yet gained the full trust of every member so you needed to make sure you knew every detail of how the mission was going to play out, well, as much as could be planned anyway; when it came to this Hydra organisation you could only assume that even the best of plans would only stretch so far, they weren’t the most predictable of people.

You knew that you had a lot to offer the team, possessed powers that even rivalled those of the Maximoff twins and maybe even Thor himself, but being able to gain the trust of those around you had never been easy. It had always been the same thing ever since you were young; as soon as people found out who you were it was like you were contagious or something….they didn’t want to be within ten feet of you. But that wasn’t what hurt you the most, no, it was the look of sheer terror enveloping their eyes that really stuck in you like a knife to the chest. Never had you done anything to them but that didn’t matter….

….not when you were Ghost Rider’s daughter. He may have fought the bad guys but to most the form in which he took when doing so was the stuff of nightmares. So, instantly, they wanted to avoid seeing you do the same.

It was this kind of attitude that made you determined to change how people would see you. You learned to control your transformation to the point where the only part of you that turned skeletal was your left arm; your hair would still erupt into flames that would then travel down your body but your appearance was far less terrifying than your fathers.

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The way my thought process works and why I never get anything done

Me: I should clean my room
Me: why am I cleaning when I really should be looking for jobs? That’s so much more important!
Me: first let me make myself some breakfast. It’s 2 in the afternoon but I still haven’t eaten!
Me: before I make food though let me get these important emails done that I’ve been putting off the whole week. Food can be my reward!
Me: oh my god there’s so much to do. I have to clean my room and look for jobs and go to the bank and email all these people and shower and make food and…
Me: *lies in bed in my disaster zone of a room, panicking and doing nothing*

OngNiel - It’s Okay, I’m here.

This is my second OngNiel fic and honestly I wrote it to distract me from how much I am concerned about Ong’s ranking this week. I hope my bae survives or ill literally implode. 

Anyway I hope y’all enjoy it. 

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Seongwoo stepped into the dimly lit dormitory only moments after Daniel. The younger boy had excused himself from the group after the dance rank results were revealed, claiming to be tired.  The others nodded along, leaving for a late-night celebration meal. Once they left Seongwoo followed the younger back to their dorm. He knew that he was hurt by the results, even if he tried to deny it.  

Daniel was sat on the ground, staring down at his lap. The boy didn’t seem to notice that he had entered. Seongwoo felt a sharp pang in his heart, he hated seeing the other boy like this. Daniel was his closest friend here, he was his one comfort in moments where he felt alone, he may not have had a labelmate with him in the competition but Daniel never let him feel left out of anything.

He moved forwards, instinctively, dropping to his knees and grabbing the younger boys hand.

“It’s okay,” The words came tumbling from his mouth before he had time to register them. “It’s okay. This doesn’t mean anything. It okay.” His hand tightened around the younger boy’s, willing him to look up at him. “Niel ah, please. Look at me.”

At this request Daniel finally looked up, his expression just a blank stare, followed by a false smile.

“Hyung, really I’m fine. The producers were right. I have a lot to improve and aren’t you proud of our Woojin too?” Daniel’s voice was weak.

“This isn’t about Woojin. Of course, I’m proud of him. This is about you. You deserved better. You are better.” Seongwoo began to ramble, his hand impossibly tight around the other boys.

“I-” Daniel faltered, his eyes trembled, trying to hold back the tears, his large hands moved to cover his face trying not to show his feelings

“It’s okay, I’m here.” Seongwoo whispered. “Talk to me.”

At this, Daniel broke, throwing himself forward, arms wrapped tightly around Seongwoo’s shoulders and his face fitting perfectly in the crook of his neck. Seongwoo could feel the silent tears dampening his shirt. Neither of them said anything for a while, Seongwoo held onto Daniel, determined to show him how much he cared and Daniel released all the tears he had been holding onto, all the stress, all the pain. He felt safe. He felt loved.

“I don’t understand.” Daniel managed after a long while, “I know I shouldn’t complain. Poor Samuel, he got worse than I did…” His breath tickled his Hyung’s neck. Seongwoo tried to ignore the way his heart seemed to stutter at the sensation.

“This group was always going to be difficult, there are too many good people. We were with Jihoonie for goodness sake. You were the leader and you did such a good job. The rank doesn’t matter.” Seongwoo comforted.

“I’m not sure if I can debut, what if they turn on me? What if I drop in ranks again?” The younger was now practically in Seongwoo’s lap, it was awkward considering his frame was considerably larger than his Hyung’s but neither boy cared.

“They won’t, look at you, all the Noona’s love you, and the male fans love you, and I- everyone here loves you. You will debut.” Seongwoo cursed at the slip of his tongue hoping the other boy didn’t notice.

“I love you too…” Daniel practically hummed against Seongwoo’s skin. The older boy froze, his heart felt like a hummingbird trapped in his chest.  

“Wh-what?” It was his turn to stutter, he tried to look at Daniel’s face but it was still pressed against his neck.

“You heard me, Hyung. I don’t want you to leave my side.” Daniel spoke casually, seemingly unaware of the thrashing in the other boy’s chest.

Seongwoo tried to calm his heart, “I won’t leave you. Niel ah, you know I won’t debut without you. I’ll walk. I mean it.” One of his hands came up, rubbing gentle circles on the top Daniel’s head, letting his fingers weave into the younger boy’s hair. He was rewarded with a content sigh.

“Niel, I-” He tried to continue but couldn’t finish his sentence as a loud gasp escaped his mouth. Daniel’s lips pressed against his neck, once, then again and again. Seongwoo froze, trying to process what was happening, his whole body seemed to flush at the sudden contact. Daniel let out a short laugh before pulling away to look at the flustered older boy’s face.

“What-” Again, Seongwoo was cut off, a pair plump lips pressed against his own, large hands cupping his small face. This time Seongwoo didn’t freeze. He kissed Daniel back and everything dropped away, he could only see the perfect boy in front of him. Their lips moulded together as if they were made for one another. This kissed each other as if they were drowning and the other person was air. And before Seongwoo could process it he was on his back and Daniel was on top of him, legs straddling his waist.  Their clothes felt like restraints keeping them from one another, and so they removed them, leaving only the thin material of their underwear between them. Their movements were frantic, desperate and hungry, both overwhelmed by one another.

After what could have been minutes or hours, Seongwoo pulled away. He knew they couldn’t do anything more in the open. They broke apart both gasping. Daniel was still on top of him, face inches away, cheeks pink and lips thoroughly bitten, mouth pulled into one of the largest grins Seongwoo had seen.

“You’re beautiful.” Seongwoo panted, earning himself a peck on the lips.

“Says Mr Visual Centre.” Daniel let out a husky laugh. Their hearts were finally beginning to slow to their normal pace, yet they refused to move apart.  

“Stop it.” Seongwoo laughed. Daniel moved so that they were lying side by side, limbs tightly interwoven. Still on the floor.

“Hey, guys is everything – what the -”

Seongwoo and Daniel were startled, scrambling for their clothes. Nation’s Leader Jonghyun, actual puppy Hyunbin and maknae of innocence Woojin were standing in the doorway. Jonghyun’s hand moved so quickly to shield Woojin’s eyes that he almost knocked the poor boy out. Hyunbin going for his ears, resulting in a quick sensory shutdown.

“Hyung, oh God why are you here!” Daniel spoke as he tried to pull on his trousers hastily tripping over. Seongwoo grabbed a duvet off on of the beds and threw it over the two of them.

“Jong ah, I told you to I’d talk to him.” Seongwoo grumbled, annoyed about being pulled away from Daniel’s touch.

 “I can see that.” Jonghyun was still scandalised and began to pull Woojin away. “I am glad you are okay, we are leaving!” He used his spare hand to pull Hyunbin along by his collar. “Use protection!” He called over his shoulder.

 “Congrats Hyungs!” Hyunbin finally managed to form a sentence as he was being dragged away.

 As soon as the others had left the two boys cringed. Daniel stood holding out a hand to Seongwoo.

“Jesus you are heavy,” Seongwoo stood, cracking his back, “Next time, I’m going to be on top of you.”

Daniel smirked and leaned in to whisper into his ear, “Okay, I would like to see your pretty face when you ride me…”

Seongwoo’s legs almost gave way, his face turning redder than he could have imagined. “I- wha- you ca- oh.”  He couldn’t form a coherent reply.

“Come on let’s go to sleep.” Daniel laughed at his Hyung’s stuttering. As he climbed into his bunk, lying next to Seongwoo he couldn’t help but smile, thankful for the all the decisions that brought him there, whatever his rank.  

Cute Dialogue Prompts ♡

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  1. “Turn around, look in the mirror, and say “I’m Beautiful.’“
  2. “Hey, put it down. Come here and kiss me.”
  3. “Oh my god, you’re in deep.” - “In love, or in trouble?”
  4. “What can I say? We look good together.”
  5. “Babe, I’m tired. Your lap is comfy.”
  6. “I got you the candy ring because you were hungry, but I got you this real ring because I love you.”
  7. “Road trip! We’re going on an adventure for our honeymoon.”
  8. “You’re strange…. Same, though.”
  9. “Why did you get so many pillows?” - “Pillow fight.”
  10. “I am in love with you!” - “Wrong window, bud.”
  11. “Can you two stop passing love notes in the middle of class?”
  12. “I still can’t believe that I married someone as adorable as you.”
  13. “Want kids?” - “What?” - “Ahem- I mean, want a kiss?”
  14. “We’re such idiots.”
  15. “No- we are not going to prank call our son!”
  16. “My love for you is greater than my love for Disney, I swear!”
  17. “We’ve known each other for years!” - “I still don’t trust your dog.”
  18. “Hey, what should we do for our anniversary?” - “Probably somethin’ stupid.”
  19. “I can’t believe that they don’t believe we’re together.”
  20. “Sleeping is when you’re at your cutest.”
  21. “You and me, we’re going on a well deserved vacation.”
  22. “Is this what parenthood is like? I feel awakened.”
  23. “Fuck, this guy is onto us. Quick, act like we’re a married couple.”
  24. “Are you… trying to flirt with me?” - “No…?”
  25. “Your awkwardness to say “I love you” gives me life.”