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Park Chanyeol//Liquid Truth

Originally posted by yeolhighness

Summary: You and Chanyeol go way back, and are best friends. It’s become routine for you to come over to the dorms whenever you have a fight with your boyfriend, but lately, he’s been pissed off at you, and you’re not quite sure why.
Scenario: angst, fluff
Word Count: 6,917

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just acting, right?

pairing: lin x reader

prompt: au !highschool where you get cast as sandy and lin gets cast as danny and you guys have to kiss lol cooties

warnings: lots of fluff, i don’t think i swore ??

words: 2,269

a/n: !!! i love drama kids so much and i’m sorry if this like offends any of you!! i really hope you like this one bc i’m super very really extra proud of this and idek why but okay i love u all pls lemme know what you think ok goodnight xo



You and Maria were standing up against you locker. Maria was telling you about some new jeans she had bought and you were “listening.” Honestly, you were just looking at him. Not creepily - just, you know. It was Lin

Lin was talking to his friend Anthony, eyes flashing towards you every few moments. You blushed when your eyes made contact, looking down to your feet. 

“Are you listening to me?” Maria sighed, her words drenched in sarcasm.  

You scrambled for an excuse but sighed, “’M sorry. I just -”

“Hey, Y/N,” Lin said, interrupting you with easy grace. 

You took a breath, Maria quickly filling your void, “Hey, Lin. Are you auditioning for the play?" 

Lin smiled, nodding, "How about you?”

Maria put a sweet grin on her face, “Yeah. Y/N is going out for Sandy,” she put her hand to her mouth like she was telling a secret, “But she’ll deny it if you ask." 

Lin laughed when you scoffed, "I’m sure you’ll get it, what about you Maria? Rizzo?”

“You you suggesting something, Mr. Miranda?” She teased easily. 

Lin laughed and put his hands up in surrender, “I’ll see you ladies in there,” his eyes were bright, “Bye, Y/N.”

You forced a smile, groaning as he walked away. 

“I’m such an idiot,” you sighed, banging your head on the locker next to yours.  

“You’re not an idiot,” Maria said, pulling your shoulder back, “You just need a little more confidence around him.”

“And how does that happen?”

Maria giggled, “I don’t know! He’s a senior. In drama. It’s not like he’s that intimidating.”

“He’s popular,” you shrugged, slamming your locker and started walking to homeroom. 

“See you for auditions!” Maria winked, tossing some hair over her shoulder before walking the other way. 

What the hell did you get yourself into?


Auditions came quicker than you expected, and casting even sooner. So when Maria came over, eyes bright and smile big, you almost didn’t comprehend what she was saying. 

“You got Sandy!”

Well, you understood that. What you missed was, “And Lin is Danny!”


You felt comfortable, excited even. Maybe a little guilty towards the few senior girls who didn’t get the lead. And here you were as a junior playing Sandy. Still, that guilt faded when Lin gave you a hug on the first day of rehearsals, telling you how proud he was of you. 

The first day of practice was just a script run through. You hadn’t seen Grease in a while, so it was a much needed refresher. 

However, you reached some of the last few pages, and you saw the words: 

They kiss.

Then a few lines down?

Danny kisses Sandy more passionately.

You coughed awkwardly, blushing when Lin shot you a sheepish smile. In place of it for now, Lin blew you a kiss from three seats down. 

You let out an airy laugh, embarrassed a little. You should be happy about this, right? You crush is going to kiss you - twice. You should be happy. You are happy. Right?


Rehearsals continued for about a month before Alex came up at the end of a Friday. 

“Hey, Y/N, can you hold up a minute after?" 

"Ugh, yeah,” you said, putting your bag down. You wrapped a gray sweater around your body. 

“Hey,” a voice said, making you jump. Lin.

“Sorry,” he said, scratching the back of his neck, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“No it’s, it’s fine.” At the sight of him, a smile rose on your face without permission. 

Lin opened his mouth to say something more, taking a step closer to you when he was interrupted. 

“Good, both of you are here.” Alex said, clasping his hands together, “So, I want to run the kiss on Tuesday, okay?”

You and Lin exchanged a look, both of your cheeks tinted pink. 

Lin raised his eyebrows at you, as if asking for permission. 

“Sure,” you said as confidently as possible. Still, you’re nearly positive your voice broke.


Monday night, Maria came over. She had gotten Rizzo and told her mom she was “running lines” wth you. In reality, she was trying to calm your anxiety. 

“Maria, I’ve never kissed a guy - what am I going to do? What if I’m a bad kisser? What if my breath smells bad? What if he never wants to kiss me again? Oh my gosh. I’m gonna kiss Lin - oh shit. Oh my gosh. I can’t kiss Lin! I - ”

“Y/N! Stop! You need to chill out. You’re making a track.”

You looked down to see where you were pacing, and sure enough, you had created a flat in the carpet. You sighed and flopped down on the bed. 

“What am I going to do?”

Maria looked to you on her side, “Didn’t you kiss that guy Jack? Just do the same thing!”

You let out an exasperated sigh, “We were like, eleven. It doesn’t count.”

Maria shrugged, “You’re gonna be fine. You just have to chill out.”


Tuesday morning rolled around and you were a zombie through all of your classes. Maria was a little nervous, but she was nothing compared to you. You were constantly replaying all the times you had run this scene and Lin would dip you and Eskimo kiss you or raspberry your cheek and just make you laugh. And now the thought of being near him made you as sick as it did a month ago at your locker.

Lin came up to you before rehearsal, biting his lips and practically bouncing.

“You sure you’re okay with this? I can talk to Alex and see if -”

“Yeah, it’s totally cool.” No, I’m a mess, you thought. “It’s just acting, right?” Wrong, I’ve had a crush on your for three years, you thought.

Something flashed across Lin’s face at that, but it was gone before you could recognize it.

“Cool,” he nodded before skidding away.

The kiss wasn’t until the very end of rehearsal, and for a moment, you thought he was going to postpone it until tomorrow. You checked your watch: 4:09. Practice ended at 4:30, so all you had to do was stall for -

“Y/N! We’re gonna run the kiss scene dry first, okay?” Alex called over. You sighed but nodded feebly. 

Lin was still bouncy, a little smirk on his lip though. 

“Start at the beginning of Act II, scene four, okay?” Alex said, but words were mushed together at this point. Lin was looking at you with bright eyes. Still, you couldn’t avoid the snickers you heard from the senior girls across the room, watching you with beady eyes.

You felt Lin - well, Danny - put his arm around you, signally your cue.

Is this okay?” You tried to sound innocent, like Sandy would.

You dialogue continued for a few more lines.

I should’ve given this to you a long time ago,” Lin said.

Now, you thought. Lin took in a small breath and everything was suddenly in slow motion. His gaze flashed to your lips then back up to your eyes. You flushed your eyes shut, leaning ever so slightly to feel his lips graze yours. You could feel his smile ever so lightly on your mouth, pulling him closer by the back of his neck. It was short and sweet, how the script directed. 

Danny fixes himself before saying, “I really like you Sandy.” Then, with more confidence this time, his lips found yours again. His lips moved like a melody over your own harmony. His hands were on your waist, pulling you closer to him in the prop car. You savored the kiss for a second longer before pulling away.

Take it easy, Danny! What are you trying to -” you paused when you heard the giggles of the girls in the black box, your cheeks immediately flushing red. Lin took notice of this, picking up where you had left off.

What’s the matter?” You couldn’t tell if it was Danny asking or Lin, so you rolled with the script despite the break in your heart. 

Why would he ever like you? He’s a senior. A popular senior. Lin wants a girl like them - popular, pretty, good at acting. Not you. Besides, it’s not like this was anything more than acting. 

So that night, before you left, when Lin asked if everything was alright?

You ignored him.


You only ran the kiss once more before the show during dress rehearsals. Lin was calm and collected through the entire thing, while you nearly got sick every time someone mentioned the show at all. 

The girls had gotten worse. You could feel their glare during every scene you had onstage. Still, you tried to block it out. One more week, and then this is all over.

It was around seven o’clock the day before opening night, and you were the last one in the theater. You were walking yourself through some choreography that you already knew by heart - you practically did it in your sleep. Humming along to the songs, you marked your dance. 

A crash made you stop. Turning to see who was there, Lin emerged slyly, a pint tint on his cheeks. 

“Hey,” he started. You offered a small wave but went back to marking your choreography.

“Hey,” Lin said again, this time grabbing your arm gently to stop your movements. 

“I’m practicing,” you tried.

“You’ve been practicing for two and a half months. You need to sleep now,” he tried.

You sighed, but nodded and started to pack your bag up.

Walking out of the theater, Lin ran to catch up to you. You were impatient, angry that you let your feelings get in the way and now you couldn’t focus and you were probably going to mess up the show and -

“Y/N?” Lin interrupted your thoughts, worry etched across his face.

You shook your head but started to walk away. Seamlessly, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back to him. You gasped when his hand went from his side to your cheek to push some hair behind your ear. 

His eyes flashed to your lips, the same way they did over a month ago on that Friday. You shut your eyes when you felt him close the distance, his soft lips gracing easily over yours, burning like a flame before sharply pulling away. You pointed at him, frustrated.

“Y/N, I -” you held up a hand.

“Just,” you paused, “Ugh!” 

You speed walked back to your car, not even turning on your lights as you skidded out of the parking lot. 


Opening night. 

It was going perfectly. You were beyond excited and even made small talk with a few of the senior girls. Lin tried to talk to you twice, but you would make up lame excuses as to why you had to go; each time leaving Lin sulking.

You had made it halfway through Act II, everything going off without a hitch, when it happened.

It was (obviously) the kiss scene, and Lin was an amazing performer. His lines were sharp and crisp, his attitude perfected, and his everything. He was ridiculously talented, and no one could take that away from him. So when he screwed up a line, you were not expecting it.

The first kiss was sweet, simple. And then it happened.

I really like you, Y/N,” he said, kissing you before he realized what he said. His lips touched yours with the same passion he was directed to but this time with a fire so bright it could burn. This kiss was different; it didn’t feel staged. You pulled away breathless, almost forgetting your line.

Take it easy, Danny! What are you trying to do?” You played, snapping him back into reality. Some of your lipstick had gotten on his mouth. You bit back a smile.

Your heart soared for another five minutes before you caught a senior glaring at you again. Annoyed, you fixed your lipstick and changed into your next costume.

The rest of the play continued, smooth sailing until the final bow. 

Lin held your hand tightly, squeezing before giving leading you forward for one more bow. 

You practically sprinted out of the theater, makeup half off and a pair of sweats thrown on with a teeshirt. You had nearly made it out of the school when he called out.

“Y/N, wait!” He was dressed similarly to you, wearing the Grease shirt you had gotten. 

You turned on your heel to face him, brushing a stray curl off your forehead. 

“You did really well out there,” he smiled.

“Thanks, you too.” You said as you pushed down any feelings you had for him, even ignoring his ‘I really like you, Y/N,’ slip. “See you tomorrow,” you tried, starting to leave.

“Wait!” Lin said, grabbing your hand like he had done just a day before.

“Lin,” you huffed, “I don’t know what you want me to tell you!”

“Tell me you felt something too,” he said immediately. “Tell me that, that - that wasn’t acting. That couldn’t be just acting, right?”

You took in a sharp breath, “But all the girls -”

“Y/N,” Lin laughed. His eyes were wide. He wet his lips before continuing, “You’re the only one I like.”

Your head shot up, “Wait, you like me?”

He took a step forward, a giggle bubbling out of him, “I’ve been flirting with your for months, but thanks for noticing.”

Your surprise was short lived when he took another step forward, lifting your chin with his finger before pressing his lips to yours. 

Simon Imagine - Protect

REQUESTED:  “Can you write a Simon image where he’s super protective over the reader when they’re out at a party?”

“Holy shit you look good.” 

I smiled as a pair of arms snaked around my waist. 

“Thank you. Shall we go?”

“You know,” he kept a hand on each hip, pulling me closer towards him. “I think I’d rather stay in.”

I rolled my eyes as I pecked his lips before turning to grab my bag. 

“Not tonight, Simon. It’s Cal’s 25th - this is a big deal!”

Simon pouted at me, his hands moving back to my waist, stroking up and down the velvet of my dress. I pressed a hand to his cheek. 

“Don’t pout at me. We won’t be long, okay.”

“Ugh, okay.” He groaned as I dragged him outside and into the taxi.

The minute we arrived at the tower his arm was around my waist. Even as Callum opened the door, enveloping me into a warm embrace, Simon’s hand lingered uncomfortably. I gave him a questioning look, to which he simply shrugged.

“I’m gonna go and get a drink,” I informed Simon and he nodded reluctantly. As I made my way to the drinks table I clashed into someone.

“Oh! Hi!”

“Hey, Y/n, sorry about that! Wow you look good.”

I blushed at the compliment as Freezy rested a hand on my arm.

“Thank you, Callum.”

“It’s no problem love. So how are things? It’s been a while!”

We made warm small talk as I grabbed a plastic cup, filling it to the brim. I informed Callum of my new job, how I would be moving to London for university. He responded, telling me how his girlfriend was doing a degree in London and how expensive it had been. I smiled in appreciation of his presence.

“So speaking of relationships, you still with Simon? How’s that going?”

“Yeah I-”

“It’s great thanks.”

The liqueur in my cup spilt onto the floor as I jumped at Simon’s interruption. His voice was monotone as he again wrapped his arm around me, his fingers stroking along my shoulder blade. Callum gave Simon a bemused look before holding up his hands and backing away, responding clearly to a comment Simon had silently given behind me. I turned around.

“Simon! That was rude!”

“I didn’t like the way he was looking at you.”

“Looking at me? Simon we were literally talking about his own girlfriend!”

“Y/n that doesn’t mean fuck all. I know him better than you do.”

“You’re being crazy.”

“You make me crazy.”

I bit back a proud smile and forced a sarcastic look as I refilled my cup. Simon stood close behind me, watching me do so. 

“Are you just gonna follow me all night?” 

“Yes.”

We made our way to the dance floor and joined the rest of the boys and their girlfriends. As I got drunker, I became braver, engaging in a lot of silly and borderline provocative dancing with Freya and Sarah. I felt Simon’s eyes on me the entire time, which only fueled my enjoyment. I watched his face become progressively more frustrated and I simply ignored it, wanting to tease. Before I knew it he was grabbing my hand and pulling me out onto the balcony.

“Simon! I was having fun!”

“Y/n, you’re taking the piss.”

“By having fun?”

“By teasing me!”

He put a hand by either side of me, pushing me up against the railing and breathing into my neck. I felt his groin against mine and I silently squirmed. 

“Sorry, Simon.”

“Oh you will be.”


PLS READ ok so idk if this was kinda shitty/borderline abusive? its v hard to write a protective scenario without it becoming controlling. so idk tell me what u think also sorry it was short!!

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I miss her [Part 14/...]

Originally posted by sxy-seabass

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Words: 1334
Warning: reader is crying. Bucky is a caring bf!

Summary: Bucky and [Y/N] found themselves in the 21st century, the only problem - [Y/N] doesn’t know that Bucky is still alive and that he tries to find a way to get back into her life.

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And here is another chapter. Because my pc didn’t want to work, I took me so long. Sorry sweeties! xx


“You have to try this one!” Natasha shouted through the whole shop while Wanda was standing next to the fitting rooms where [Y/N] was trying on some dresses when she heard her friend shouting. She chuckled and came out of her fitting room to look for Natasha who came back with another jacket “I love the design and those killer rivets on it”

“It also fits to your red dress” Wanda winked when Natashas phone rang. Mumbling, the former assassine took out her phone and answered the call “What’s up, Stark?”

“Frosty and his boyfriend found something really interesting. You should come back to the headquarters. And be quick, they’re getting very nervous over here” Tony answered and mumbled the last few words before Natasha looked over to [Y/N] and Wanda “Okay, we try to come back as fast as we can. Tell Barnes and Rogers they should keep calm. It can’t be that important”

“If it wouldn’t be important, we wouldn’t call you!” she heard Bucky from the other side of the line as Nat rolled her eyes “Calm down, Barnes. We’ll be there in a few minutes…”

“Is everything alright?” [Y/N] asked when she heard her mentioning Bucky. The former assassine shrugged and put her phone back in her purse “I don’t know but Tony called me and said we should come back to the headquarters because your boyfriend and Steve found something interesting”

“Okay…” Wanda blinked a few times as she put all the clothes back on the hanging rail next to the fitting rooms “Then we should go back if it’s that important”


It wasn’t long before the trio came back to the facility and [Y/N] went straight to the common room when Friday told her that Bucky was waiting there for her to come back. Something bad happened, that was all [Y/N] knew. Steve and Bucky would never call if it wasn’t important.

Bucky was sitting on the table when [Y/N] came into the room. Immediately he stood up from the table and pulled her to his chest while he nuzzled his face into her neck. Worried, [Y/N] ran her fingers through his hair as she returned the gesture and hugged him “What happened, sweetheart? Why should we come home so quickly?”

“I’m sorry, [Y/N]. For everything that you will hear in the next minutes, I’m sorry” Bucky mumbled into her [y/h/c] locks before she pulled away and gave him a look of concern “James…what are you talking about?”

Before Bucky could start to explain everything to his girlfriend, tears began to form in his eyes what made [Y/N] worry and she pulled him into another hug “What’s going on, baby? Why are you crying? Hey…calm down, I’m here. You’re fine, Bucky”

Slowly the former Winter Soldier pulled away from [Y/N] and sniffed before he ran his fingers through his brown thatch as he began to calm down “Last night, I had a dream. And it wasn’t one of the good ones. It was a nightmare. You were tied to a chair and bruised. There was blood everywhere. On your shirt and on your cheeks. You tried to speak to me, you were pleading me to help you but I couldn’t do it…I was the Winter Soldier. It wasn’t me standing there”

Another tear fell down his right cheek as he told her about his dream when [Y/N] laid her hands on his cheeks and kissed his foreheard softly. Their foreheads touched as she whispered softly “It was just a dream, honey. HYDRA won’t take me away from you. We’re safe. We are both safe here”

“That’s not the worst thing about it” he took her hands from his cheeks and held them tight as Bucky looked deeply into her eyes. His own were a bit red from crying when he explained “What I dreamed was not just a dream, sweetheart. It was a memory…”

[Y/N]’s heart stood still when those words left her boyfriend’s lips and Bucky let go of her hands to pull her with him to the desk where Tony normally works when they talk about the upcoming missions. Gently Bucky pushed her down on the office chair and opened the file he found together with his best friend.

In the next moment, thousands of images of the Winter Soldier and his partner came up. [Y/N]’s eyes widened when she saw the pictures of Bucky and the girl next to him. Her hair was pulled up into a high ponytail while she was wearing a mask and some goggles, similar to those the Winter Soldier wore. Another image showed the girl with a machine gun, the Winter Soldier covering her.

That girl was [Y/N].

“Steve and I found out that HYDRA found you a few years after you were put into cryo. They made experiments and…turned you into another Winter Soldier. We were a team, [Y/N]. But after a few years, you seemed unnecessary and HYDRA put you back into cryo and brought you back to the old labour where Steve found you years later” Bucky explained to her as [Y/N] stood up and left the room quickly while tears were rolling down her cheeks.

Quickly Bucky followed her down the hall where [Y/N] made her way to the elevator and tried to hold back another sob but she failed and sank to the floor. Gloomy Bucky kneeled down in front of her and helped [Y/N] up to her feet before he pulled her into a hug “I’m so sorry, baby. But we’re safe. HYDRA is dead. They won’t hurt you. But if anyone ever tries to lay a hand on my girl, they will be dead before they can ask for forgiveness”

“How could I not know this? I mean, you were always there and…I don’t remember a damn thing. You got your memory back, almost completely. Why can’t I remember these events?” [Y/N] cried into his chest when the doors of the elevator opened and revealed Steve.

Worried, the leader of the group saw how his friends were hugging each other while [Y/N] was crying into Bucky’s chest. He sighed and left the elevator “[Y/N]…”

Slowly she pulled away from her boyfriend who wiped the tears from her faces and kissed her temple as [Y/N] looked up at Steve when he continued “I’m sorry for what happened and you can believe me that we will do everything to keep you and Bucky safe. I think, that’s the reason why Nemesis is looking for you two. But they won’t come close to you. The headquarters are the safest facility in whole New York. Besides Bucky will protect you”

Still sniffling, [Y/N] nodded and leaned into Bucky’s side who stroke her back while he kissed her head from time to time. Steve gave her a soft smile before he left the couple alone.

“You know what we will do now?” Bucky held her tight and kissed her forehead “We will go in our bedroom, I will make you your favourite tea and then we will watch some films. What do you think?”

“Sounds perfect to me” [Y/N] sniffled and gave him a quick smile as she followed Bucky up to her bedroom where she laid down in bed and Bucky carpeted her before he went down to the kitchen where he made her some of her [y/f/t] tea. Smiling he came back to her and put the mug down on her nightstand “There you go, sweetheart”

He gave [Y/N] another kiss and sat down next to her. She snuggled up to him immediately and press the play button as the film began to play.

There were people looking for them, that was true. And Bucky knew it as well. They would come sooner or later to take them back. Nemesis would turn them back into the monsters they were years before and wipe them again. But James would do anything to keep [Y/N] safe. Even if it means he has to take the bullet for [Y/N].

Part 15


I don’t know how long this fic will be but there will be more chapters… And I have a request. Pls comment and tell me what you think about my fic. What you like, what you don’t like. You don’t know how much this means to me! Love ya! xxx

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RFA Reactions to Witchy MC

Disclaimer: They might all be a little OCC, theres some spoilers, some of them get fluffy and smutty. Mainly Sevens. Also don’t think anything I typed is the sole accurate representation of Witch craft. Pls, it’s just what I occasionally practice and I’m by no means the most informed.

If you like it pls let me kno am desperate for deh reveews uwuwuwuwwu and if you do let me know if you want the minor trio.

Lmao ok I’ll stop being garbage I’m sorry.

Yoosung

  • He didn’t know cause you never told him. You weren’t really scared of telling him, but there never seemed to be a time to mention it
  • He never noticed how many different pendants and gemstones you had, and if he did he just thought they were an ~*aesthetic*~ choice
  • You didn’t pay much mind to him not paying mind, and you didn’t try to avoid doing witchy things around him, you just tended to do them more when alone
  • So one day while Yoosung was at class you were feeling the ~vibes~ and decided to do some sachets of assorted herbs and stones for any number of purposes. You were planning a luck one, a happy feeling one, maybe even a love one for the bedroom.
  • You lost track of time and Yoosung came home to find you sitting at the kitchen table with a bunch of plant leaves, rocks, and tiny felt bags.
  • You just looked up and “Oh, uh, hey Babe”
  • Yoosung didn’t really know what he was looking at and just “Hey Babe……”
  • …….
  • “Whatchya doin?”
  • So you told him. You make sachets and charms and occasionally meditate and try to open your third eye and you believe in any number of things that are considered supernatural and-
  • Yoosung loves it immediately.
  • “Oh my god my babes a witch! You’re like, a real life mage! Oh my god so you cast spells and stuff???”
  • You chuckle “Well sometimes yeah but I’m not vanquishing monsters I’m usually just like, trying to make myself feel more creative”
  • He still loves it. He wants to learn things. Teach him the things.
  • He ends up sitting at the table with you and you tell him what all the different plants and stones are for. He gets super into it.
  • He joins you for witchy activities once a week now.
  • Whenever he cooks he gives you the leftovers and you put it out as an offering for any deity of your choosing.
  • You make him a jar stuffed with assorted things that are supposed to bring success and victory. He keeps it next to his computer and everytime he wins a tough battle he yells a thank you to you and kisses the jar.
  • Does not stop bragging to his online friends “My sweetheart is basically a mage. How cool??”

Jaehee

  • You knew Jaehee was sorta religious and you were scared to bring up the whole “Hey I participate in witchcraft thing”
  • You constantly ran the conversation over in your head “Hey Baehee, I uh, I’m a witch. Now contrary to popular belief, Witchcraft isn’t a religion! It’s just a practice…like…yoga. Kind of…So…cool?”
  • No not cool You couldn’t convince yourself to talk to her about it.
  • She’s really level headed…but you were so scared to ruin things with her.
  • So you just resolve to bottle it up and handle it another day and keep all your witchy shit packed up until you figure out what to do.
  • But one day you come home from shopping and find Jaehee holding a box of Tarot cards
  • Yours
  • Shit shit shit shit shit
  • She looks up and sees you ghosting in the doorway
  • “MC!”
  • “Please don’t break up with me” It just kinda fell out of your mouth
  • “What” She looks confused for a second “If anything I should ask you not to break up with me. I didn’t mean to go through your stuff, I was trying to clean the shelf and I was too short and I reached for a box and all your stuff fell out, and, I’m sorry it all just looked so interesting…”
  • Does she know? Baehee do you know? Speak to me.
  • You just stare at her for a second
  • “Are you mad?” She asks
  • “No…..are you?”
  • “What? Why would I be mad?”
  • “That I do, like, witch stuff?”
  • “Oh what? Not at all, I think it’s very interesting. I was at a coffee shop once and ended up meeting a wiccan actually. She and I talked for a bit. Are wiccan and witch the same thing?”
  • “Oh actually-” And the two of you fell into conversation, you explaining the ins and outs of everything, what’s this and what’s that, how to do this and how to do that. Baehee is fascinated. Fill her thirst for knowledge MC. Fill it.
  • From then on whenever she sees you doing stuff it’s a one sided game of 20 questions, but you don’t mind at all.
  • You start brewing her coffee every morning, stirring clockwise and pouring positive intentions and love into it.
  • Jaehee wants to know the science of witchcraft because she swears she can taste the love.

Zen

  • Zen found out rather quickly
  • He was running late to a rehearsal and he was going to take his bike, which you thought was wicked cool, but it also scared the shit out of you because this boy
  • Oiiiii
  • This boy sometimes forgets his helmet he’s in such a rush. And he fkn speeds. 
  • You just got really nervous and called for him to wait.
  • “What is it MC? I’m sorry to leave so soon but the Director just called and they need me-”
  • “No I know just-” you were fishing around in the bag you usually carry around with you. “I just want to give you something”
  • “Is it a goodbye kiss?” He smirked and sauntered over to you, he took your shoulder in his hand and went to spin you around and kiss you, but as he spun you, you put a little bag in front of his face. He just stared at it for a second.
  • “MC…is this…pot? You want to smoke with me befo-”
  • You blushed so hard “No! It’s sage, and lavender, and theres a charm fo-” You shook your head as if to physically clear your thoughts. “It’s just…a little ‘Safe Travels’ bag. I know it seems silly but I’d feel better if you took it cause I kno-”
  • He cut you off with a really strong kiss and took the sachet out of your hand. When he pulled away he had a big smile on his face and he looked so happy. “I’ll always keep it with me then. Thank you, Love.” And he put it in his jacket pocket and zipped it up, gave it a pat, grabbed his helmet, and headed out the door. But not before winking at you. And blowing you a kiss. And telling you all men are beasts. And asking if you ate. And-
  • When he got home from practice that night you guys ended up talking about your whole witchery thing
  • You told him you like to do a lot of divination. Palm reading, tarot reading, tea leaf reading. Sometimes when you have someone to do it with Ouiji board
  • MC THAT IS TOO SCARY FOR YOU DON’T TALK TO DEAD PEOPLE THEY MIGHT BE BEASTS
  • Zen they’re dead pls
  • He really likes you reading his palm. Even though you say the same thing most of the time. You realize later he just likes you holding his hand. Goddammit Zen.
  • But he’s really supportive, it doesn’t hurt his ego feeds off of your readings telling him he’s going to do well.
  • “Do the tarot cards say I’m hot?” “Zen that’s not really-” “They think I’m ugly???” “…Oh look uh….Nine of Wands. That means uh…ur so hot. Yeah. You got it.”
  • “You know what card I think is better?” He smirks. “What card?” You ask
  • Like a fucking magician, without even looking he pulls a card out of the deck and says “The Lovers” AND IT’S THE FUCKING LOVERS CARD
  • HOW DID HE
  • WHAT
  • ZEN
  • ARE YOU?
  • Kiss.

Jumin

  • You know Jumin grew up going to church. You know he’s not suuuuper devout. But Catholic enough that you reallllly don’t want to tell him. You only wear subtle things, bracelets and stuff that could pass off as just decorative and not really “Hey I’m a Witch”y
  • All your stuff is in storage. The cards, the stones, the jars. Almost everything aside from a few pieces of jewelry and ‘decor’ pieces.
  • You’ve actually been feeling pretty down about it. Your energy is at an all time low if you’re not with Jumin because in your free time this is what you’d do. But you love Jumin so much you can’t risk losing him.
  • You resolve to meditate still. You don’t have to be a witch to meditate.
  • So you get into the habit of meditating quite often. While you feel happy you can focus on searching your soul and strengthening your mind, you still miss everything else.
  • But you don’t have time to miss everything when there comes a week where everything is just going wrong for Jumin. Work his hard, his Dad continues to stress him out with a new girlfriend, and V is being realllly elusive again to Jumin’s dismay.
  • Whenever he’s home he’s in his office or pacing around the room trying to find something to distract himself. When he snuggles with you, you can feeeeel the stress radiating off of him. Even Elizabeth isn’t calming him.
  • So you decide it’s time to do what you do best
  • Spiritual healing
  • One day while Jumin’s at work you go out and get a bunch of candles. Like a ton. Like you just made a small business owner a very happy person. You got mostly lavender and jasmine. Both are supposed to help promote feelings of caaaalmness.
  • You set them all around the bedroom because it was the place most closed off from technology, people, distractions in general. You also made some tea, set it with intentions to calm, and put it on the bedside table just as Jumin was walking in the door.
  • “Honey your home!” You walked into the living room. Jumin kissed you on the cheek “Hello Kitten, how was your day?” You totally ignored his question and just “I have something for you. I noticed you’ve been stressed lately.” “MC you shouldn’t ha-” “Shush and just come on” You took his hand and led him to the bedroom.
  • Once you were in there he just looked around in amazement. The room was completely dark except for the light of the candles flickering off the walls. The smell seemed to cradle the both of you in a really nice feeling.
  • You looked at Jumin and realized his suit was not going to be comfortable. Without saying a word you undid the top few buttons of his shirt and started untying his tie.
  • “Well Kitten, I have to say you certainly wanted to surprise me” He had the voice. Why does he have the voice?
  • He grabbed your waist and pulled you close, his sultry fucking voice in your ear “All these candles, we’re going to have fun tonight huh?”
  • WHAT? DADDY JUMIN NO. THIS IS NOT WHAT THE CANDLES ARE FOR.
  • Well I mean the idea certainly seemed to put him in a better mood so maybe you could just do that inste-
  • No MC! We are sticking to the plan but maybe later
  • You put your hands on your chest and slowly push him back “N-No Jumin that’s not why I did this”
  • What? Jumin Han does not compute. What are candles used for in the bedroom aside from really kinky-
  • You took a seat on the bed cross legged and gestured for him to sit across from you, which he did (even though he seemed a little confused and disappointed)
  • You handed him one of the tea cups as you took a long sip from yours. He copied your actions but kept his eyes on you. You put your cup down and so did he.
  • “I want us to meditate together” You said. He just kind of stared at you. “You’ve been really stressed out lately and I think this could be really good for you!”
  • He let out a long breath. You could tell instantly he was not feeling it. “MC I appreciate it but I don’t think sitting in the quiet is going to help me right now.”
  • No but pouring hot wax on me would?
  • “Please Jumin. I know it seems really silly to you know, but you’d be surprised how good you can feel after.” He pursed his lips. Time to pull out the big guns “Please? For me?”
  • He held his breath for a moment and sighed. Hook line and sinker.
  • “Alright. What do I do?”
  • Your face lit up and you let out a little squeal and clapped. You turned on some white noise that sounded like ocean, straightened your back, closed your eyes, and let out a deep breath.
  • “So first, your breathing-” And you began walking Jumin through the meditation process. You used your instructor voice, calm, slow, relaxing. You’d occasionally open your eyes to peek at Jumin and make sure he was actually doing what you were saying and not just pretending. To your pleasant surprise, he was. And he genuinely seemed to be doing better than before. His whole aura felt lighter, more organized.
  • After about an hour of sitting together, at least 20 mins of it were just silence, you start to bring him back to the real world.
  • “And open your eyes when you feel grounded”
  • He took a minute and opened them
  • You could see a hint of amazement in them
  • “Well…I actually do feel very….relaxed.” You clap, ecstatic. “MC, this is…strange. I’ve sat in the quiet before but it’s never felt so good…How did you do that?”
  • Meditation became a common thing for the two of you. So common Jumin renovated a room to be your personal meditation place. He said being in the bedroom with you and candles could be verrrry distracting sometimes. He had the room set up with very comfortable mats, a little table that would sit between the two of you with tea and whatever post meditation snack you chose, surround sound for your white noise or music, and basically anything you could ask for.
  • More and more you incorporated your craft into your own personal meditation, never wanting to force it onto Jumin, but when he’d question the gems surrounding you you didn’t hesitate to tell him. You felt meditation had brought you two even closer and you knew you could trust him. So you told him all about your witchy shenanigans.
  • “Kitten, you thought I wouldn’t accept it?”
  • “I was scared. So scared of losing you, just over some personal beliefs…”
  • “Kitten, even if I was to disagree, I could never leave you just because our spiritual beliefs don’t line up. I would respect that you have your practice and I have mine, simply because that seems like the adult thing to do, but also because I…I love you.”
  • You may have teared up a bit. Maybe. I dont know I’m a bitch with a kink for understanding and accepting partners ok leave me alone

Baeyoung/707/Luciel/Love of my Life

  • I feel like Seven would figure it out quick and wouldn’t even be phased
  • “Boy MC you sure like mason jars”
  • “Uh” O shit that was fast
  • “And gems, and plants, and pentagrams, and- oh. I get it. You’re a witch?!”
  • “Yeah…” Is…Is he cool with it
  • “Neat!!!”
  • 707 witch fanboy confirmed
  • He starts talking about all the metaphysical health benefits of all your stuff
  • Seven I know it’s my stuff
  • Yeah but get this- Then he drops mad knowledge on you that you didn’t know.
  • “How did-” “Witchcraft always struck me as really cool, so I researched it in my free time a lot when I was younger….MC do you know what this means?” What does it mean Seven “We’re getting a cat” Seven I don’t need a ca- “No you need to have black cat to be a real witch” Seven I think you just wan- “And if our cat is all black it’ll look extra cute when she plays with Elly~” I don’t think Jumi-
  • You guys got the cat. His name is Yin. Jumin is really confused as to why Seven starts calling Elly ‘Yang’ but that’s for another time.
  • You never really address Seven’s feelings on witchcraft vs his upbringing. If he’s happy you’re happy.
  • He’s very happy. He loves watching you do witchy things. He usually sits there with a dopey smile on his face. He swears he’s so in love with you and everything you do and ugh, you’re his little Witchy Babe <3
  • He has at least 3 charms on him at any point in time that you made for him.
  • During hugs he loves taking long whiffs because you always smell good
  • You guys go stargazing a lot and look at constellations. He liked doing that even before he knew you were a witch but now that he knows you guys talk about the gods and myths they align with and astrological meaning and what not.
  • Seven keeps joking about how cool it’ll be when you guys get married on the moon because you’re gonna be a Space Witch.
  • Seven programs a little digital alter on the computers in the house. They’re so cute and thoughtful and interactive it’s so neat.
  • He also makes you the coolest witch blog the internet ever did see.
  • You always get random spells forwarded to you by him
  • Suddenly he goes on a ‘Bath Magic’ kick. Literally all day “Yule time bath” “Self love bath spell” “Protection from bad energy bath”.  You’re at work so you just text him back “Whats your obsession with these lol?”

  • “I was hoping we could do them together ;)”
  • Ohgodohgodohgod don’t blush at work.
  • You get home that day and you hear running water upstairs. You know immediately. You go upstairs to find Seven waiting for you at the door of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist and a couple necklaces you had made for him, his glasses slightly fogged up from the steam of the bath he just drew
  • “My Love?”
  • Insta melted heart oh mah gawwwwwww
  • Red candles light the room and it smells amazing. What is that? Seven what did you mix holy shit. And then, of course, rose petals floating in the tub and littering the floor.
  • You two slide into the bath after Seven takes his sweet time stripping you down, kissing you here and there
  • The second you hit the water you feel relaxed. Hot baths are nice. Hot baths with a hot boy are double nice. Hot baths with a hot boy catering to your Witch vibes? Fkn fire.
  • “Saeyoung,” he knows you’re feeling good when you use his real name. “What is this for? I mean, roses? Red candles? I already love you, you goof ball.”
  • “I know. It’s…It’s a few things I guess. It started as a self love thing.” What. “I know you hate it when I’m hard on myself, so I try not to be but sometimes I just…can’t help it. So I looked up some self love charms and what not and I found a bath spell and figured it was worth a shot…” Your heart broke a little. You couldn’t take your eyes off the water. You thought he had been feeling better since saving his brother. You never noticed…oh god you felt so awful you could cry. You felt like you failed him.
  • You turned your head to him “Seven, I’m so sorr-”
  • “I’m not finished.” You looked at his face finally and a small smile played on his lips. “And I kept looking at bath stuff and there were couples ones too and I realized that whenever I’m sad. Whenever I feel unworthy…you’re there for me. You always make me feel loved and make me feel worthy. And that as long as you’re by my side…everything will be ok. So when I found a couples bath and realized it had a lot of the same ingredients as the lonely one I figured…why not do both?”
  • He pulled you close, mouth so close his breaths kept grazing your ear and sending a shiver down your spine. “And let’s face it… bathing together with rose petals and candles is pretty fucking hot”
  • fuCKIN CHILLS
  • “And I put sugar in the water” he ran his tongue across the back of your shoulder “It makes you taste pretty fkn good”
  • M e l t e d
  • Ok I’m done being a garbage can bye
a preview of my upcoming markhyuck fic;

it’s angsty af but oh well i hope u like the first lil sneak peak u get of it lmaooo


in a world like this, questioning things could kill you. this world, where the person you met at the supermarket could be the next person you found dead, drowned in a puddle of brilliant yellows and vibrant greens and blues, loud oranges and neon pinks. in a world where everyone was for themselves. in a world where a moment of hesitation could be the difference from your limp body or theirs.

but mark still questioned everything. why were things like this? why were colors turned into something that sent waves of unimaginable fear and dread through everyone’s spines? what if he took that apple on the ground of the old man’s trading post that no one noticed? what if he what if he took taeyong’s handgun and pointed it down his throat? what if he fell in love with the boy who always came to the riverbank in the morning to watch the sunrise, even though most of it was covered by the trees on the other side?

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important lms/reply pls

ok lemme say some things! please!!! read my about!!!(everybunny should read my byf but god knows that hardly happens) in case reading a lot of text is hard for you i address what really hurting me in tiny sentences :(

i am a woman-aligned non-binary person! if i say i am i am! you can’t tell me otherwise cause u aren’t me!!!

pronouns don’t equal gender angels!

they/he pronouns fit perfectly for me!! nothing else feels right!! i love my pronouns!

i used to think i was a guy for the wrong reasons… when u guys say im a guy it brings that shit back up and it’s affecting my mental health.

so in short i am not a boy. how could i be a boy if i’m a lesbian? stop telling me otherwise.

Salvation

Anonymous: Hello! I’m so in love with the blog!! Can I request one where reader is an assassin, known as Black Death and is hired by Fisk to kill daredevil. A cool fight scene or something. She’s dating Matt and finds out its him. Very angsty when Matt finds out she’s Black Death when he over hears her talking with Fisk on the phone. In the end they forgive and makeup and go after Fisk together? I do t know, I had this dream last night and thought it’d be cool, if you don’t want to that’s totally fine! xxx

I’M JEALOUS THIS IS THE BEST DREAM EVER *ahem* okay, I hope I could bring it to life for you ;) Thanks for sharing this with me. This was super fun to write. Um.. yeah. Come tell me what you think, maybe?

3516 words. It’s really long, wow. Enjoy xx (not my pic)

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10nct  asked:

oooo can i have a seventeen mtl to enjoy cuddling? thank u ~

OOO HOT DAMN ok i have to think about this one bc a lot of these boys are sUper cuddly but here’s what i’ve got - pls tell me what you think too tho

soonyoung (so. tactile.)
jeonghan
seungcheol
jun
seungkwan
hansol
mingyu
dokyeom
wonwoo
chan
minghao
jisoo
jihoon (SHOCKER)

uuuggsgd i already want to rearrange this but i’m going to leave it lol i hope this is semi-accurate

anonymous asked:

OMG SJDJENF T NO ONE WRITES FOR SAM WILSON U BLESS ME SO MUCH!!! PLS TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK IT'D BE LIKE DATING THAT BEAUTIFUL MAN

PLEASE COME TO ME FOR ALL YOUR SAM WILSON LOVING NEEDS I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

ok ok ok ok here we go!!!

i used to live in DC so i’ve got some of that Sweet Insider Knowledge™ 

  • he met his girl at a “the hobbit” themed bar/restaurant that’s in alexandria; his friends and he went as a joke one friday night, and he saw her at a nearby table, laughing herself into hysterics at a friend’s joke
  • he had to admit the place was dorky but had a really cute appeal to it- kinda kitschy and woodsy and the lights made her smile look so gorgeous and ethereal and he just HAD to get to know her

  • they got talking because he tried to approach her and she accidentally elbowed him when telling her friend a story 

  • (he still likes to tell her that they met because she commited “assault and battery against his person”, but that she was so cute he couldn’t possibly press charges)

  • once they start dating he’s SUCH a cutie

  • he likes to call her once a day (he is trying SO hard not to be clingy), sometimes to tell her about his day, and sometimes just to hear her talk

  • they move in after a few months, which gets sam giddy as a schoolboy because!!!! his girl lives WITH HIM!!!! he gets so excited that he goes out and buys a bunch of very silly ikea furniture and wants to put it together with her for the “bonding experience” (said bonding experience results in a frustratingly lopsided coffee table they call “the shitter” because it supports nothing and is just there as a reminder that they both suck at reading those comic book-like ikea instructions)

  • he loves nothing as much as he loves cooking with his girl, the radio blasting top 40′s pop (you can’t fucking tell me that sam wilson doesn’t love carly rae jepsen- esp fever and store), and he likes to dance with her, even if it’s just him holding her hips from behind and swaying with her as she stirs the pasta in the pot

  • he’s so cuddly it’s almost laughable. sam will spread out on the couch, limbs everywhere, and want his girl to lay in his lap, head on his chest, his arms around her as they watch tv. it doesn’t matter what program it is, what time it is, not a thing will prevent him from achieving the full-body hug

  • in that same vein, he really loves to hold her in bed. they don’t always have to be face-to-face snuggling or spooning or anything (god only knows it gets too hot in dc in the summer to warrant falling asleep next to someone’s body heat), but he likes to at least have an arm strewn across her or a hand on her back, or sometimes he gets laces their fingers together and falls asleep like that

  • sam wilson REFUSES to go out the door in the morning without a goodbye/good luck kiss. staunchly refuses. he will follow his girl around even on the most hectic morning going “baaaaaaby, you’re forgetting somethinnnnng, something sweet and special for your favorite maaaaaan” “sam i have to put my clothes on c’mon” [voice rises an annoying octave] “bAAAAAAAABYYYYYYY”

  • this whining and following will NOT stop until she gives him a good, warm kiss on the lips, which will make him grin like the cat that got the cream

  • he’s an obnoxious flirt, long after they’ve been together. he’ll whistle at her when she comes out of the shower in a towel, or he’ll lean on the doorframe as she’s bent over the fridge looking for the jar of pickles and say “hey girl. you come here often?” “samuel, i live here.” “saucy ;)”
  • he still gets really bad nightmares about his service and deployment, and though he’s learned to manage it, it still rattles him. sometimes they get ugly and his girl is there, on the front lines, and something happens to her that he can’t stop and he’ll wake up in a cold sweat, needing to feel her near. he’ll roll over and latch onto her, burying his face in her back and trying not to cry because it felt so real
  • she knows his signs and triggers, and she knows instinctively, even in her sleep, that when she feels that kind of touch, he’s in need, so she’ll wake up and take care of him, speaking to him in soft tones and stroking his cheeks and giving him lots of delicate, light kisses
  • “i’m here, sam, i’m here, i’m right here with you.” “don’t go anywhere, okay, baby? can you promise me?” “i promise you.”
  • sam wilson has the most incredible sense of loyalty in the world. he’s completely faithful and dedicated, and he gives his whole heart to his love, no matter what. he’s just so crazy about her. he doesn’t ever shut up about his wonderful girl who did this that and the other, or hey did you hear about that time his beautiful gf did xyz or how about-
  • cap basically knows her before they even officially meet. he knows way too much about her because sam just will NOT SHUT UP about her. he knows her birthday and favorite color and favorite albums and about how when she was in sixth grade she chased a bully with a dead frog on a stick 
  • however, he’d NEVER tell anyone he didn’t trust about his girlfriend. you have to be so careful about who you trust these days, and he doesn’t want anyone to do anything to his beloved girl. he’s paralyzed with fear that one day, one of these super-freaks is going to hunt down his girl and do something awful to her, and he can’t live with that thought.
  • but, on a lighter note, sam will sometimes drive out with his girlfriend to nowheresville, USA, with the wings in the trunk of his car, and he’ll show off in front of her in the middle of a field, doing loops and spins up in the sky
  • in fact, one time he brought an attachment for the wings (that he made) that could skywrite, and he wrote out “WILL YOU MARRY ME” in the clouds
  • when he finally touched back down, he was grinning like a madman from the adrenaline and she ran across the field and jumped on him, tackling him and spinning him around and yelling “OF COURSE I WILL YOU SHOWOFF”

i have so many more. stop me before i lose control

Rajigaze Dec 16

this is that question about the bonus lol so first the fan is like wah wahh its my birthday say hbd to meee then she like ok so the other day I got a bonus and I wanna buy myself a bday present but i cant think of anything so pls tell me what i should buy myself

uruha: so what did u buy urself when u got ur first bonus?

reita: when i first got a bonus huh~

uruha: do you remember?

reita: i do!

uruha: it must have been while we were recording.

reita: huh? ………………………..what bonus?

uruha: huh? ………………..what do you mean what bonus your first bonus

reita: my first bonus………….

uruha: yeah, when we were like, what we get bonuses?

reita: aahh yes yes

uruha: it was when we were recording

reita: recording?

uruha: yeah in Hachioji

reita: …………………

uruha: …………………..

reita: oh was it?

uruha: yeah it definitely was

reita: oh okay then –

uruha: and after recording we went to eat monjayaki

reita: ahh ok ok we did we did  i remember…..no we went to eat sushi tho

uruha: ohh

reita: yeah at bikkuri sushi, bikkuri sushi 

uruha: oh was that our first bonus?

reita: and it was like 4000 yen per person, and we went all together, and it was 4000 yen per person, and we felt fancy af

uruha: did we split the bill?

reita: yeah but it was 4000 yen per person

uruha: ahh………

reita: ahh…………at bikkuri sushi.

uruha: …………were u surprised

(*bikkuri means surprise)

(*does anyone else think theyre stoned right now)

reita: i never thought i would buy myself food for 4000 yen….cause until then i’d been buying like, bread for 100 yen.

uruha: yeah it was the kind of place we would only ever go if our boss was treating us….but we went on our own

reita: yeah yeah yeah…who woulda thought

uruha: i felt so accomplished

reita: so what did u buy with ur first bonus?

uruha: hmm idk…thats all i remember…i dont remember what else i spent the money on

reita: you blew it all

uruha: ……well yeah.

reita: idk i think i bought like clothes or accessories or something.

uruha: what kind of clothes?

reita: i don’t remember but…i was super excited…and ruki came to sleep over at my house

uruha: ehhhehheheheheh……heheh

reita: cause we were gonna go shopping in shibuya the next day, so he slept over.

uruha: ahh okay (still giggling)

reita: and at that time we dressed pretty punk, so he came over

uruha: what to like decide what you were gonna buy?

reita: yeah…and then when we woke up in the morning and went out to the parking lot someone had broken into my car.

(both laugh)

reita: i was like, are you fucking kidding me……like the windows were all broken too, but anyway the two of us went to shibuya in that car, and then kai starts talkin about ‘i wanna come too~’

uruha: how did he know you were out?

reita: cause we’d told him we were going.

uruha: aw, he probably wanted u to invite him.

reita: ye probably lmao so anyway we met up in harajuku and the three of us went shopping for clothes…and then after we went to eat gyudon at nakau or some shit (*peasant ass restaurant)

(reita laughs)

uruha: but wasn’t kais style totally different from you guys? like he wasnt punk.

reita: yeah i’m pretty sure he didn’t buy anything

uruha: he just wanted to go along with you guys

reita: ………………………………….yeh prolly

(reita buRSTS out laughing)

uruha: he was probably so lonely

reita: anyway that’s not the point

uruha: oh right we’re talking about what we bought

reita: yes what we bought

uruha: hmm…well….but i think that like, it doesn’t have to be something you’ll keep…like for example we went for sushi….and it was a really good memory for us. so maybe you should treat yourself to some good food.

reita: yeah for sure

uruha: we’ll always remember that

reita: well yeah cause the way we lived until then was like..the LOWEST of the low

uruha: the lowest of the low.

reita: lower than kitaro

(*this is a stupid joke but theres that anime or whatever called gegege no kitaro and 'ge’ means low fuck off reita)

(uruha laughing)

reita: but like seriously we were living off 120 yen bread and 100 yen litres of chorus water (*weird sweet milky looking bullshit drink) when we were recording and stuff.

uruha: lmao…….chorus water…………

reita: you bought that shit every day. cause it was the cheapest one.

uruha: ye………

reita: well thats how we lived, so when we got to eat sushi…

uruha: we seriously didn’t give a shit about our health huh

reita: yeah not at all

uruha: if we lived like that now our health checkups would be terrible

reita: yeh (laughs) …so anyway what do you recommend this person buys? some good food?

uruha: yep

reita: yeah, it doesnt have to be something you keep….as long as you keep it in here (pats chest) in ur heart

uruha: in ur heart

reita: yeh

uruha: that was really loud just now

reita: yeh (laughs) try it

uruha: *snaps fingers*

reita: (laughs) oh ur going for the fingers

uruha: yes, u pat ur chest

reita: yes, i’m the chest (pats chest again) i should do that for the mic check (bursts out laughing)

uruha: lmao u loser

reita: next time someone asks me to do mic check

uruha: BOOM BOOM

anonymous asked:

18:25 and im thinking about how i dont text anyone back and feel lonely because of this but talking to people is too tiring.... why am i like this

THIS IS SO ME FAM
though i don’t really feel lonely, but the idea of speaking to people and being tired after any conversation i have is uuuuugh. that’s ok, sometimes you need a space and the feeling of loneliness isn’t so bad, it actually stimulates you to do something just to be kept busy so my weird ass recommendation - pls don’t feel guilty and if it’s bad then write some shit to your good friend (you can always watch some tv-shows, disgustingly good thing) 

Tell me what time it is and what you’re thinking.

anonymous asked:

YOU ARE GETTING A PUPPY?!!! ok how old? what breed? are you buying from a breeder or adopting (pls tell me you are adopting bc #adoptdontshop)

YES! We aren’t exactly sure how old. We think about 12 weeks. Hopefully we will find out more at his vet appointment on Tuesday. He is a German Shepherd/Labrador mix! The usual black and brown German Shepherd look though. And OF COURSE we are adopting! Anyone who knows me knows that I am a hardcore #adoptdontshop gal. We adopted from the San Antonio ROCKS Rescue :)

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vice quadrant lyrics, slapped on crappily drawn mspaint spacescapes! did every song except 10 because i got frustrated after doing so many, lmao. y’all say something if you’d like to see the rest, cause i’ll totally do them. also if you reblog or w/e say which one is your favorite because i’m curious :O

i think i’ll do this with the rest of the albums (not spacescapes though, like a different theme for each album? hmm. and i’ll draw them better.) if anyone wants to see a specific album done like this pls tell me and i will oblige!

Holding On For Your Call

A little fic because I have feelings about them growing old together. Inspired by the Underworld phone line in 5x16 and set in some happily ever after where Killian and Emma have the time to build their lives together.

rated T | words: 3k | ffnet | ao3


By all rights, he’s lived longer than any man should be allowed to live. He’s seen and experienced things that would make an ordinary man lose himself. He’s seen magic and madness, the deepest, brightest colours in this world and the next. He has travelled to a thousand shores and lived through at least three separate lifetimes.

But, his heart had never known the joy he feels when he sees this. Something so gloriously, wonderfully mundane. Something so normal, so regular, so inane.

It happens like this.

It is a chilly winter morning when they make their way to Granny’s just as they do each day for breakfast and coffee. His arm is around her, her head on his shoulder, their breath coming out in little puffs of steam that disperse in the cold air. She’s got her little wooden hat pulled over her ears and her arms tight around him as she moves closer and closer to his warmth and he feels he has never been more content in his hundreds of years.

He pulls away for a moment, to press a kiss to her temple when he sees it. A tiny shimmer of silver in the swathes of the gold of her hair. His heart stutters in his chest and he freezes, pulling her backwards with his sudden stop.

“Killian, what—?“

He does not answer her, all his words lost to him all at once. So, he gently pulls her closer and pulls her beanie off her head, her hair standing up in disarray at his movement, her eyebrows high on her head as she looks at him, bemused.

“Hey, what’s up? Are you ok?”

Her hands come up to cup his cheeks and that’s when he realises that he’s been gaping at her with his mouth opened in wonder. He closes it immediately, a soft chuckle escaping him as he shakes his head slightly and comes back to himself. His fingers find that little shimmer of silver again and he finally meets her eyes, his body feeling like it is glowing with happiness.

“Nothing, darling. Absolutely nothing.“

And he kisses her. He kisses her for all years they’ve spent together, for all the years that lie ahead.

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anonymous asked:

(1) Pls tell me about Chanbaek rings :( I really love Chanbaek but.. in 60% photos about the rings I don't look the similarities and other photos I see is the same ring AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO THINK

Ok so here, is a picture

Here is their couple ring or whatever you want to call it. And people have compared it to a man marriage thingy and voila! It’s so similar! So I guess that’s how the rumor started because they both had a ring from a wedding thingy. Could be a couple thing, might not be~ 

Both are from the same company, well that’s what people said, and they’re quite different. So they are not the same ring. Would that still be considered a couple ring then?

And then I guess they had another couple ring like this one

Left is Chanyeol’s and right is Baekhyun’s. Somewhat similar, the colors are a bit different. (But they are close enough to be couple rings) But I don’t think this is from a wedding thingy like the other one. 

Then I saw this picture, Baekhyun seems to have a completely different ring! (*distracted by the difference in the two’s hands) I think I read a person’s blog somewhere and they said Baekhyun lost one of the rings? And he has another one…I guess?

But since I wasn’t really a Chanbaek shipper when the rings were in the rage my mind is bleh. I just somewhat heard about it. 

Ugh! Why can’t this be as simple to understand as the tattoos they had?

*sigh* Your the beat to my heart~

And I think this person mixed up the rings, the one Chanyeol is wearing is that wedding one, while Baekhyun’s is that other non wedding ring I used as an example. 

Hope I sort of answered your question XD

;_; I have failed as an analyzer *sigh* time to do more research.