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DIFFERENCE between MOON and SUN signs

The expression of a sign is much - MUCH - different depending on the planet it is found. And in my opinion, this is specially true when it comes to the sun and moon. The Sun is who we strive to be, while the Moon is what we are most deeply. Sometimes I even see that the Stereotypical traits of a sign are more evident in the moon than in the sun sign. The reason I find for this, is that most of us express ourselves through our feelings, particularly women or people with a more feminine energy (what I mean by this, has nothing to do with gender, but that you are in tune with your emotions) or sometimes it has to do with your dominant planet. Here are the differences and similarities of the signs placed on the sun or moon.


Aries:

  • Similarities: impatient
  • Differences: Sun is more aloof, the Aries sun is more constrained, and composed, looks confident. Moon in Aries has a lot of mental energy, very passionate and changes their mind very easily. The Moon doesn’t know how to direct their energy and might feel restless, while the Sun projects their energy better. Aries Moon feels everyone is out to get them while the Aries Sun does not. Aries characteristics are more obvious and pronounced in the Aries moon than the Aries sun.

Taurus:

  • Similarities: stubbornness and charm, expressive.
  • Differences: Taurus sun are blunt and less careful with other people’s feelings. In this particular sign, the Taurus sun is easier to spot than the Taurus moon. The Taurus moon is more grounded than the Taurus sun. Taurus moon is deep, while the Taurus sun is more shallow. Taurus moon loves love, and stability, and this quality is less manifested in the Sun.

Gemini:

  • Similarities: aloof, absent minded, easily bored
  • Differences:  Gemini suns want to appear easy-going, but it isn’t necessarily their true nature. Gemini moons are truly easy-going people. Sun wants to “be right” know the facts, while Gemini moons are simply more cynical to guard their emotions. Gemini suns are less witty (sorry…) than the moon sign.

Cancer:

  • Similarities: emotional, has pronounced mood swings.
  • Differences: Cancer suns act their feelings, like taking revenge, doing something about it BUT the cancer moon express their negative emotions through crying or anger.  Cancer suns are easy to spot, while cancer moons may need to feel comfortable to express themselves. The happy go lucky cancer sun is evident, while the Cancer moon is more - way more - serious.

Leo:

  • Similarities: the Ego and the need for compliments
  • Differences: The Leo Sun is a poser, they know it too! They are show offs, and while the Leo Moon is pretty damn good at everything, they know it, but will not say it. Will like to hear it, tho. The Leo Moon does not care about their appearance as much as the Leo Sun. The Leo Sun is more patient, annoy them a little, try harder, try again and they will get angry, the Leo Moon is more defensive and will kill you in less tries. The Leo Moon is more loving though, more sure of themselves and way more protective of themselves and especially, of their loved ones.

Virgo:

  • Similarities: critical, analyzing
  • Differences: I find in this sign the less differences. The Virgo Sun is more shy than the Virgo Moon, which I think goes against popular belief. (I also think this sign differs a lot depending if you are more masculine or feminine, I’ll do a post on that later). The Virgo knows how to live life correctly and will tell you how to lead your life, while being a mess themselves. Both are blunt, but you might have to push the Virgo suns more than the Virgo moons to actually get the real deal.

Libra:

  • Similarities: cares about what others think of them, passive agressive
  • Differences: the Libra sign is very misinterpreted, whenever I read about them I hear: “shallow” and while they can be vain because they care what others think about them, they are still deep. They think and are witty people, like their fellow air signs. Libra Sun is more care-free and easy going than the libra moon and less romantic because they want to appear care-free and interested in others, but might not really be interested at all. Libra Moon people are more intense. They are romantic and still vain, but they are more modest and insecure the Suns. They are also secretive something the Libra Sun is not. 

Scorpio:

Here and in Capricorn is where I PERSONALLY find the most differences

  • Similiarities: jealous, egocentric
  • Differences: if you still think that Scorpio people are the mysterious, dark, non talkative people that the stereotypes have them for, you really do not know many Scorpios SUNS. Scorpio SUNS want to be the center of attention and are charming, and talkative. When they get dark is when they don’t like you… Yeah. Revenge is a big truth here. The Scorpio moon? Now yes, they are the intense, dark, jealous you always thought Scorpios should be. Scorpio Suns might be dark at their core but will not show it, but Scorpio moons are what you see. The Sun is more reckless because just like I said about cancers, in the sun Scorpio acts on their feelings and the moons just feels them. So actually, in spite of being more intense, the Scorpio Moon tends to be kinder and still more jealous.

Sagittarius:

  • Similarities: EXPLORERS and thin skin
  • Differences: The Sun has a bigger heart. The moon since its the realm of emotions and Sag escapes, is less empathetic. The Sagittarius Sun is more bubbly than the moon, but the moon is more playful. The Sag sun is pretty easy to spot while the Sag moon might be one of the hardest to see. Sagittarius moons are more critical and snap easily. They are more blunt than the sun. Both are childish in way, it’s the Sag youthful spirit. The Sagittarius Sun is more philosophical and aware, the sag moon is more care-free.

Capricorn:

  • Similarities: confident and ambitious!
  • Differences: Are you kidding me? Capricorn suns are way way less introvert! They are not as reserved! The thing is, the Suns try to keep their feelings in check but the Moon though, is naturally hiding them. It’s what they instinctively do since the Moon represents the emotions. The Capricorn sun has a more loud confidence, while the Moon is more cautious. The Capricorn Sun might not be hardworking in areas that do not interest them, but if they want something, they will make everyone know they are going to get it. The Capricorn Moon are prudent and will get what they want with discipline and with anyone realizing how they got to the top! They do not need to say it, they will show you. The Moon is colder than the Sun and more intimidating. Way more intimidating.

Aquarius:

  • Similarities: I see not much resemblance in these two, maybe the aloofness and Idgaf attitude.
  • Differences: If I had to say who is the two face of the zodiac I would not turn to the Gemini, surprisingly enough. The Aquarius Sun tho, they are volatile. In the Sun I have trouble understanding them and in the moon they are obvious! The Aquarius Sun looks confident and detached, but this might not be their true emotional nature, just a disguise. They can be happy one moment and angry the next, loving for one second, pushing you away after because of this fighting against what their inner feelings are and what they want their public persona to be. The Moon is less volatile because they really are detached, for the moon it’s not a show. VERY VERY GOOFY, loves attention and IS WITTY. Very unique person and loves/wants to appear weird.

Pisces:

  • Similarities: creative
  • Differences: The Pisces Sun is sensitive, but more to their own feelings. The Pisces Moon is more sensitive towards others, not wanting to hurt other people. The Pisces Moon is truly the most sensitive of the zodiac. The Pisces Moon cares more about what people think than the Sun. The Pisces Sun is comfortable in their skin, the Moon is always fighting against their empathetic nature. “Why am i feeling so much, stop” but if only the Pisces Moon did not feel ashamed of their sensitivity they would hurt much less. Yes, the Pisces Moon that doesn’t like being empathetic, lives in a lot of pain. They Moon can be submissive and naturally wants to please, the Sun however, is more selfish. Also, the Pisces Moon escapes reality more often and is darker.
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“More importantly, why did Andrew agree to extend the deal? Was he still punishing Aaron for siding with their mother, or did he think enough time would make a difference? The latter seemed far-fetched, but Neil was inclined to believe it. When Drake left Andrew a concussed and bloody wreck in Columbia, the only thing that mattered to Andrew, the only person he needed to see, was Aaron. His own trauma was inconsequential; he’d cared about the blood splattered across Aaron’s skin. Andrew and Aaron had done this to each other, and they were locked in stalemate. They were unwilling to reach out and unable to let go.”

[FANACC] BTS' skin care tips

A Japanese fan who’s on her third year of high school was having pimple outbreak and asked BTS for their skin care methods because they all have good skin.

HOSEOK: Only use products that match your skin type. By the time, your pimples will soon disappear.

JIMIN: I put face masks 1-2 times per week. But I think you can prevent having pimples by using a toner.

JUNGKOOK: I think just by using toner will be effective but you should use it along an absorbent cotton~

NAMJOON: (reply to JK’s answer, Eh? Using an absorbent cotton with toner? This was the first time I’ve heard that.) Personally, I use toner and lotion. Hormones are really active during puberty stage and it’s indeed War of Hormones. Also, having enough sleep and being hydrated are really important.

SEOKJIN: I was born this way so I don’t have any~

YOONGI: I guess sitz bath(?) is helpful for the skin. In Korea, I don’t get the chance to take it but in other countries there are. I really think it helps.

TAEHYUNG: Upon my experience, it’s really the best to go to the dermatologist(?) because they will tell you on how to properly take care of your skin.

chinese trans. by _KOONKOON
english trans. by maeli (@sugaxing)

If you ever have trouble sleeping at night, here’s a few tips to help:

🌸 brew a cup of chamomile tea

🌸 relax your muscles in a lavender Epson salt bath & light some incense

🌸 play a soundscape (click for rain on leaves) & darken the room

🌸 apply a calming lotion to your skin while giving yourself a gentle massage

🌸 If all else fails, try taking melatonin supplements. They’re easily found in the vitamin aisle of most grocery stores. I highly recommend only starting out with 3mg first!

It always guarantees me a good night’s sleep when I do all these things so I thought I’d share in case anyone could use the tips. Sleep tight, everyone!

All his life Lance has been know as the pretty one. Always got comments like “Oh he’s such a pretty baby” and “He’s gonna be such a heart breaker” or “If all else fails at least he has his face” growing up. He always got compliments on his looks, never his grades or personality. This is why Lance puts so much emphasis on his face and always stick to a strict skin care routine because it was the only thing he ever got praise for.

All Too Well | Pt. 8

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue

Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 6,330

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“Have you talked to Y/N recently?”

Jeon Jungkook flickers his gaze over to the speaker, having only caught the faint murmur of a voice through his headphones, before the maknae tugs the equipment off of his head. “Sorry, what did you say hyung?”

Yoongi sighs, shutting his laptop completely and silently beckoning the other boy to follow suit. He has been battling this internal question for the past few hours, in spite of its simplicity, but it’s the context behind the question that has Yoongi all worried about what the answer could lead to. He has always been told not to ask questions he did not wish to know the answer to, and yet here he was: asking something in which the response was likely to terrify him. Yet, still doing so anyways.

“Have you talked to Y/N recently?” He repeats, heart ramming out of his chest as he gauges the youngest for any shift in expression to indicate an answer. But Jungkook is no longer that shy 15 year old who couldn’t lie to anyone’s face, the boy hides his emotions well. “I know that you guys… are friends.”

Jungkook momentarily can’t meet Yoongi’s gaze—the youngest looks set on tracing the outline of the headphones that rest along his neck—before he finally looks up. “Are you trying to ask if I know about what happened between you and noona? Because I do.”

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anonymous asked:

hi, do you have a post about binding safely? I want to show my mom so she can see that it's not unsafe if you do it right. thanks!

I did try my best to make a comprehensive but not too long Binding 101 post here - and one that can hopefully be read and understood by people who don’t bind & have no desire to bind themselves, at that!

Of course this post won’t include everything, but it should hopefully cover most of the basics. It may not be exactly what you were looking for though, because even when done safely, binding is not ever completely danger-free.


Why do people bind their chest?

There’s more than one reason to bind, of course, but the most common one among trans people is physical gender dysphoria.

The feeling of disconnect or dislike towards a part of your body can be hard to explain in word sometimes, especially since many people experience it in very different ways. But it is a feeling that is draining, that is painful, and that can do tremendous harm to a person’s mental well-being.

So, binding one’s chest in order to hide these parts of our bodies, both from ourselves and from others, can be a hugely relieving and freeing thing. And something that makes life so much more bearable and enjoyable.

How do people bind their chest?

There are many different ways to bind your chest, some more dangerous than others.

Ace bandages (and any other brand of similar bandages) and tape are a no-go if you want to keep yourself safe while binding. They are capable of messing you up pretty seriously even if you only bind with them for a very short time.

Some safer DIY options could be [sewing your own binder from scratch], [making one out of a camisole], [making one out of a pair of tights] or making one of out shapewear underwear [link 1] + [link 2].

However, the best option is to get a binder that is professionally made. [gc2b] is a company that makes binders specifically for trans people and it is where I have got my binders from, but [Underworks] is another popular place that a lot of people buy from. And of course there are many more aside from those two.

Wearing one (1) high compression sports bra in your right size can also be one way to bind you chest. Although keep in mind that they are not designed to be work for longer periods of time and that the lower band of it will put a lot of focused preassure on your ribs (while a binder will distibute it more evenly). Wearing multiple sports bras on top of each other, or wearing ones that are too small for you, is not safe.

When should you not bind your chest?

There are numerous medical conditions that could make binding very unsafe, so if you worry binding may trouble you for those reasons, it could be a good idea to talk to your doctor about it.

I personally have asthma and that makes binding a bit more dangerous for me than for non-asthmatic people, as my breathing is already a bit worse than it should be. So further restricting it by binding is something I would like to avoid doing, which is part of the reason I am working towards getting top surgery to have my breasts removed. Still, the possible dangers of binding are still worth it for me when I weigh them against the certain mental suffering that comes from not binding.

Even for people without medical issues though, there are times when you should not be wearing your binder:

  • When you sleep.
  • When you exercise*.
  • When you have already worn it for 8 hours**.
  • If you’re new to binding: when you are alone***.

*Some companies like Underworks sell [binders specifically made for swimming] and [gc2b have said that their binders are ok to swim in too]. You should still be very careful when swimming in a binder though, as it does restrict your breathing and movment a bit. And be sure to wash the binder you swim in regularly, as having chlorine left in it can irritate your skin.

**The given maximum of binding hours per day in one go is 8. But everybody’s body is different, so not everyone can safely bind for that long. Personally I can usually only manage 6 hours before my ribs start to hurt pretty bad. And it’s best to not start with trying to go for the 8 hours limit right away when you get your first binder; it’s better to start binding for a smaller amount of time in the beginning and the gradually increase it over time, to allow your body time to adapt to it.

***Binders can be difficult to get out of on your own sometimes, especially in the beginning when you haven’t yet figured out the best way to do it. So in the beginning, it is best to only bind when you have other people around that can help you out of your binder in case you would need help getting it off.

How do you take care of your binder?

Binders will get worn out over time, just like any other piece of clothing. However, it may be more noticable in binders than in regular clothes, as their compression ability will visibly get worse and worse the more worn out it gets. Getting a new binder about once a year is usually recommended, but it really depends on how much you wear it.

You should wash your binder regularly. Doing this might actually help it last longer, depending on the style of it.

Some have tags that say they are machine-wash safe, in which case you could absolutely wash them that way. But personally I always handwash mine, just to make sure they’re not unnecessarily damaged.

I use a small amount of mild detergent and cold water. Spend a lot of time rinsing it out afterwards with just water, to make sure there is no, or at least no big amount of, detergent left in it. Then I carefully scrunch it up into a ball to get as much water out as possible (don’t twist, because you don’t want to stretch the fabric) and then hang it on a hanger over the bathtub to let it drip and dry completely overnight.

For the style of binder I have (the gc2b ones), washing it regularly in cold water helps the fabric retain some of its elasticity. Which is something that can help it bind better for longer.

It may be ideal to wash it after everytime you’ve worn it and sweated in it, to prevent it from irritating your skin, but washing it just once a week is enough if you can’t do it more often than that.

What are the dangers of binding your chest?

Binding will inevetably wear out the elasticity of your skin and the breast tissue in your chest area after a while. How long it takes varies from person to person, as everybody’s body is different. But you will likely notice some difference within the first year if you bind a lot. This has little to no known actual dangerous side-effects in itself, but it will make your chest sag more and may affect how the result of top surgery looks if you plan on getting that in the future, as well as affect what types of surgeries you can get.

Even safe binding will likely give you some aches in your ribs, back and shoulders. But it is still best to take your binder off and give your body a break once you start feeling pain.

Excessive and unsafe binding comes with a lot of dangers:

  • Difficulty breathing, which can lead to fainting and, if binder is not removed, suffocating.
  • Extremely irritated skin.
  • Damaged (bruised, sprained, brokwn) ribs.
  • Damaged ribcage.
  • Damaged lungs (if punctured by a broken rib).
  • Damaged spine.

These things can usually be avoided as long as you bind safely, however.

How do you know if the pain/side-effects you get from binding is normal or not? When should you be worried?

Listen to your body and learn to interpret its signals. Everyone has different pain thresholds and everybody’s body has different limits, after all. So you will need to learn your own.

But some general signs and side-effects, normal and not, are as follows:

Normal:

  • Sore arms, shoulders, neck and/or back. This soreness may linger for a a couple of hours after you take the binder off, or not show up until the day after. It should go away completely after 2 days without binding.
  • Getting a bit out of breathe after having climbed a set of stairs or similar. Although you should still be able to catch your breathe again without too much difficulty.
  • Some chafting under your arms.
  • Increased chest and back acne.
  • Slight anxiety caused by feeling restricted.

Not normal, take the binder off as soon as you can and see a doctor if the symptoms don’t go away within a couple of days:

  • Difficulty breathing, especially if even after you’ve taken the binder off.
  • Not able to take deep breathes, cough or sneeze.
  • Sharp pain in chest or ribs.
  • Lightheadedness, feeling like you’re about to faint.
  • Losing vision, having your ears ringing or getting a tingling sensation in your fingers, even if just for a moment. (Often signs that you are about to faint.)
  • Feeling too sore/too restricted/too tired to do everyday activities that you could do without problems before you started binding.
  • Numbness in arms.
  • Bruising.
  • Skin rashes.
  • Nausea during or after binding.

Not normal, go see a doctor as soon as you can, could be signs of a serious injury:

  • Any of the symptoms from the list above, if you are feeling very worried about them. Better safe than sorry.
  • Not able to breathe at all.
  • Blueness in your libs or fingertips.
  • Fainting.
  • Sudden intense bursts of claustrophobia and/or panick attacks, especially if you do no get those when not binding.
  • Noticable change in ribcage shape.

Wow, that’s a lot of dangers. Is it really worth it?

For many people, including me: yes.

Like I said in the beginning, there are many reasons for why people bind. But mine is dysphoria, so that is the only thing I can talk about here.

Dysphoria is not a joking matter. It is often a very intense and painful kind of suffering. And taking these risks is often still better than having to deal with the dysphoria that we have when we are not binding.

This may be difficult to understand if you are not dysphoric yourself. But please try to understand that people would not knowingly be taking these risks if we didn’t feel like we needed to.

Weights & Measures Pt 1 [M]

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut

Word Count: 5k+

Triggers: swearing, drinking, sex

A/N: This fic is inspired by the song Weights and Measures by Dry the River. It’s v depressing so be warned if you decided to listen to it. 

Originally posted by ew-jiminnie

“I was prepared to love you and never expect anything of you
And there’s no patron saint of silent restraint
Baby there ain’t no sword in our lake
Just a funeral wake”

-Dry the River

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Epilogue

Two Years Before

Your boss had been riding your ass for months, but when he walked into your office and demanded you get some sleep you weren’t about to argue with him. Scrambling, you packed up your desk for the day and ran out the door for the night. You didn’t to take the risk that this was all a big joke and you were the butt of it.  You can’t remember the last time you were home before dark and the cool early evening breeze felt like a welcome home present.

It had been a few weeks since you and Jinyoung, your fiance, had been able to actually sit and eat a meal together. He used to always leave a plate for you in the fridge and a sweet note telling you that he loved you, but that had changed in the past few months. You were now used to coming home to a dark apartment. Jinyoung would already be fast asleep when you padded into the bedroom. Most of your meals consisted of microwaved dinners or rice. After Jinyoung stormed into the kitchen one night while you were cooking yourself dinner, you didn’t want to risk another fight.

Stopping by his favorite noodle shop, you hoped that tonight you would be able to close the ever growing distance between the two of you. It had been months since the last time you had sex. It’s not like you didn’t try, but any time you would initiate it, he would shut you down, saying he was too tired or that he wasn’t in the mood. You missed the way he would say your name and look at you like you were the most beautiful creature on the planet. But every time he looked at you now, it was like he was looking at nothing. The light had gone from his eyes, and you wanted it back so badly.

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“there has never been any racism in the reylo fandom except from the antis” - something i saw an actual person say about the fandom where:

  1. there was a video making the rounds that equated FinnRey shippers to hitler/nazis
  2. that one “Finn is a Beta male to Kylo’s alpha” meta that hundreds of people cosigned
  3. you constantly see shippers either erasing Finn’s presence, characterization, and backstory entirely or giving his traits to the mythical Ben Solo
  4. Finn is constantly treated like a villain that Rey needs to be saved from
  5. Shippers calling fans of color racist and accusing them of “only caring about finn because of their skin tone”
  6. the thoughts of fans of color stop mattering when they start talking about racism in fandom 
  7. Finn/John Boyega are literally cut out of promo photos and screenshots to minimize his importance 
  8. finn’s canonical trauma doesn’t matter but fandom bends over backwards to make up trauma for kylo in order to excuse his actions
  9. black people (”anti” and otherwise) in fandom get called racial slurs for expressing their opinions while Jewish fans get so much antisemitic shit for talking about how the Kylo-love and First Order Fawning is awful 

I get that it’s apparently super difficult for people to figure out that racism is more than klansmen in cloaks and that people in your fandoms and who ship your ship can be racist but like… 

Maybe if y’all didn’t write off every person talking about racism in the SW fandom as an anti it wouldn’t be so hard for you to see the racism that is so very present in your fandom spaces?

Rant

I hate tumblr so much sometimes. Yall dont care about how good something is or how worthy a film or person is to get an Oscar. Yall only care about skin color…the same shit yall complain about. Like if a white person wins an Oscar you go ape shit angry like “those damn whites winning again” Yeah they won because they have talent…don’t put down another person who won just because their skin color. You may not agree with it but thats fine…but no need to be racist yourself. That defeats the purpose of equality and peace.

A Little Love Spell!

Its cuffing season! You all know what that means… It means there’s love in the air! For those of you experiencing a little “cuffing season” fever, I have a little spell for you. I personally am not a fan of love spells potentially manipulating another person, so here is an attraction spell instead to give you a little boost of confidence and extra shine, so let’s get right to it!

What you’ll need:

  • Two pink candles - for love and romance
  • Twine/String - a natural bond
  • Bay leaves - attract lovers and grant wishes
  • Rosemary/rosemary oil - makes you memorable
  • Vanilla oil/extract - creates an attraction
  • Epsom salts - for calming and cleansing for a fresh start

Before you begin, mix some Epsom salts, rosemary, and vanilla together in a container and set aside for a bath after you have completed the spell. I prefer to use rosemary oil for this, but be careful applying essential oils straight to the skin for long periods of time! Bath salts dilute them and make them safer. 

Begin with your personal pre-ritual cleansings, meditations, or circle castings. Allow yourself to enter a pleasant state of mind, like a “happy place”. Picture the candles as you and a future partner, but imagine no certain person, only pleasant thoughts regarding a partner. Take your two candles and tie a knot around the one representing yourself and then around the other, leaving twine or string draped between the two. Dress your candle with an oil of your choice or with vanilla. Carry this oil down the twine connecting the two, and then dress your partner’s candle; light your candles. Take three bay leaves for each candle. On your candle’s three, write three “attractive” attributes you wish to have, and on your partner’s three, write three broad personality traits you would like to see in a partner. Burn the bay leaves in their according candles, and then allow the candles to burn out or burn as much as they can safely and snuff out the flame. Complete your ritual by lighting some candles, burning some incense, and taking a nice warm bath with your Epsom mixture while you absorb the qualities of your oils!

- mybookofbitchcraft

(image from lovepotionnumbr9 via blogspot)

3 | Save Me

BTS X READER: GANG / CRIME AU
word count: 4,113 
i’m sorry

warnings: violence, gore probably smut at some point I mean it’s me we’re talking about, dead bodies, non-con etc

Originally posted by annabartollo

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“What if I don’t want to join gang Bangtan?”

“I’ll kill you myself.” 


Grey walls, bland, flavourless unexciting grey walls. The very same grey walls you’d been staring at day after day for the past six weeks. Figuring it had to be better than death you accepted Namjoons offer and joined forces with gang Bangtan. Better than death. Oh how you were wrong.

Day after day your tired body would be decorated with bruises, cuts, and even on some occasions - bite marks - whatever Taehyung and Hoseok had specialised in that day. They said it was crucial that you were trained to fight if you would be joining them on their excursions, and Namjoon agreed, especially with the whereabouts of the professor still unknown. 

You exhaled longingly, slowly running your fingertips over your latest gift from Taehyung, a small cut on your left shoulder blade. Just when you thought you were getting better at defending yourself he had pulled a knife out of nowhere, and you’d barley slipped out of his reach in time.

“Oh good, you’re finally awake. Let me see to your injuries.” Jin smiled at you as he walked into the plain box room you’d been staying in. Out of all of the members of gang Bangtan, you were sure Jin was the nicest. You’d met him the day after you arrived at their head quarters, he told you he was a trained doctor and that he didn’t want to hurt you, only help you. It made you wonder, what a guy like him was doing mixed up with people like them.

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You Get Holidays

Prompt: reader was batsis and she was dating question? lol that would be interesting, especially if the fam is kinda protective. Detectives vs detective with batsis in the middle.

Words: 482


It’s what they call the group glare; when you, your brothers, and adoptive father all glare at one person. Typically, no one stands a chance, but Alfred … Alfred doesn’t even flinch. The butler simply keeps calm and carries on. So you and your family watch as he flits around the room, and moves the appetizers around.  

          When the doorbell finally rings, you push off the sofa and go answer it. You crack the door just enough to slip through, before closing it firmly behind you. “You don’t have to do this. Seriously we can just get into your car, and go have dinner on the opposite side of the world.”

          Vic just stares at you, or does what you assume is a stare. His faceless artificial skin is still in place. “And that would be more practical how?”

          You shrug, “I’m a spoiled, rich kid, what do I care?”  

          “You refuse to take money from Bruce, you work your own job, you’re a vigilante by night, and you volunteer at hospitals. Your claim is ridiculous.”

          Your eyes narrow, “What’s ridiculous is my butler digging up your personal phone number, calling you, inviting you to dinner, and YOU AGREEING!”

          “We’ve been dating for four years.”

          “So?”

          “We only admitted we were dating six months ago.”

          “And you see how that ended! My brothers glare at you every time you walk by in the tower.”

          “They did that before we admitted we were dating, and I have the pictures to prove it.”

          You stop him before he can open the briefcase in his left hand. “Don’t you dare pull out pictures of my brothers glaring at you.”

His hand stills, “Is there … something else going on?”

Taking a deep breath, you finally admit, “My family is a lot to handle.”

“Y/N, I’m an investigative reporter, trained in martial arts, a conspiracy theorist, and I fight crime at night.”

“And?”

“You attract a lot to handle, like pollen attracts bees. Now I suggest we go in.”

“Why?”

He points at something behind you. “Your brothers are glaring at me through the windows.”

Four hours and one food fight later, you decide you’ve had enough. You slip away from the table as Vic fends off you brothers with enough evidence to run them into the ground. Too tired to play referee anymore you begin heading up the stairs to your childhood bedroom. You’ve gone up three stairs when Bruce comes up behind you.

He simply holds out a small plastic cup with two aspirin in it, and says, “I recommend blocking Alfred’s number.”

You slump a bit, “He’s a good guy. I really do love him.”

Bruce just nods, “Just as long as we only have to love him at holidays only.”

You shrug, “I’ll take what I can get.”

anonymous asked:

12 evak

12) things you said when you thought I was asleep

the thing is, even will swear up and down that isak is the sweetest boy in the entire universe, no matter how often isak denies it. he’s spent so long building up a facade of cultivated grumpiness that it’s easy for isak to dismiss even’s delighted smile when he spends two hours searching for the perfect flowers to give to even’s mom the first time she has them over, when he finds noora staring at old pictures of william on her phone and lets her sniffle into his chest, when isak takes an extra trip to the grocery store to keep his fridge stocked with a healthy supply of sour cream for even. 

he’s sweet, and kind, and if the world doesn’t see it enough, that’s just a secret even will hold close to his heart and take to the grave.

“stop looking at me like that,” isak will say as he flicks even off, but that’s unthinkable, because he only looks at isak the way boys who molded the stars in the sky deserve to be looked at.

his best proof of this always comes in their moments alone together, when isak lets his guards down enough to tilt his head up to ask for a kiss, or takes even’s hand just to feel warm skin against his. isak tells him one day that he used to think he could only hurt the people he cares about, and even could tear down the world for ever letting isak feel this way.

they’re lying in bed, sleepy and sweaty from sex, when isak whispers, “you make me feel like a whole new person.” the fingers tracing circles on his hip are so soothing that even’s almost fully asleep, but he still hears the words loud and clear. “i just wanted you to know that,” isak says.

even keeps his eyes shut so he doesn’t startle isak, but he can’t help but think that isak’s wrong. this new, softer isak isn’t a product of even. he’s always been hiding there, underneath the hurt and the pain and the pretending. this is who isak is. this is why even loves him.

even squeezes his hand, so lightly that isak could’ve missed it. he tenses for a minute, but in the next second, isak is nuzzling his nose. even thinks that in that moment, isak finally gets it. but if he doesn’t, even will continue to remind him again and again, for as many times as it takes for isak to understand that they’re permanent. 

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anonymous asked:

What do you mean by that ACV post? I read that somewhere as well (like ACV being the only alkaline vinegar or smth like that), and I use ACV to mix in with my aztec mask. Is that safe? Too acidic/alkaline?

I was being shady! 😁  I saw a “BIG HOE 💦  TIPS!111!!!!!11!!🍆” type post ranting about how alkaline apple cider vinegar was, so I felt the need to comment!

Originally posted by jazziness101

Apple cider vinegar is acidic/has a low pH. Our skin is slightly acidic, at about a pH of 4-5.

I was saying that, if a person doesn’t even know that much (and they think that it’s alkaline/very basic of all things), they shouldn’t be giving advice on skin care

When ACV is broken down in the human digestive tract, it becomes more alkaline. However, this break down does not occur on the human skin. Therefore, if you apply ACV to the skin, it is still very acidic.

It is not only safe to mix ACV into your aztec clay mask, I recommend it. The mask, when mixed with water, has a pH of about 8. Look back at the scale. That’s no good for your skin, making it almost baking soda levels of alkaline *shudder*. When mixed with ACV, the pH is about 5. That’s much better! Always use ACV with your aztec clay mask!

There’s your mini science lesson of the day! I hope this helped to assuage any fears you had!

Clearing Confessions Part 2 (JUNGKOOK ANGST + FLUFF)

Read Part 1 here: http://bangtanbombimagines.tumblr.com/post/156299503129/jungkook-imagine-angst

Part 2:

JUNGKOOK’S POV

I’m frozen, paralyzed sitting on the bench. My favorite person in the world just told me she loved me. I lover her too, but not like that. Do I? I don’t realize Jimin is calling me until the fourth ring. I pick up and say “Hello,” absent-mindedly.

“Hey man! Great news. I got Hwasa to get Lisa to come on the date tonight.”

When I don’t respond, Jimin says, “Hello, Jungkook are you there?” I hang up. I begin to pace back and forth in the clearing. Anxiety builds up in my chest. I can’t imagine not being friends with Y/N but odds are now she will never want to talk to me again. I sit down on the grass, trying to get my thought together. I’ve known Y/N for as long as I can remember. She’s smart and so quirky. She’s beautiful too, i’ve just never thought of her as anything more than a friend.

I lay my head down on the grass and sigh. I open my phone and scroll through my camera roll. I stop at a picture Taehyung took of Y/N last year on the trip to the amusement park. I laugh to myself seeing Y/N’s sheepish expression in the photo. I remember I told her to not where those new shoes she had bought the day before but of course she didn’t listen to me. And she calls me stubborn all the time? I scoff to myself. I ended up carrying her to every ride on my back. It was fun though, I would spin her around and she would squeal and laugh her perfect laugh. She paid me by feeding me slushies in this cup we bought with crazy-straws. I smile to myself, the sound of her laugh from that day replaying in my head. And then all of a sudden the pain is back because I realize there is a chance I may never hear her laugh again or if I do, it won’t be with me.

I pull myself up off the ground and am about to sprint out of the clearing to find Y/N. I feel trickles of rain on my forehead but I ignore it, my attention focused on the crumpled up piece of paper on the ground.

Y/N’s POV

I’m struggling not to cry as I maneuver my way through the trees. I can’t stop thinking about the way he looked at me. Like I was different person for loving him. I’m the idiot anyways; for thinking this could work. I just wanted it so bad. I’m mad at him, and I’m embarrassed and i hate myself because I already miss him. I left angry and i miss his voice. He left me rejected and dejected so why do I feel like he’s the only person who can make me feel better.

The rain is trickling down now but I don’t even care. I want it to keep raining. I want the rain to conceal my tears and wash away my hurt. I want it to wash away my love for Jungkook.

I’m walking for what feel like minutes but by the way the rain is pouring now it must have been a while. I look around and see that I don’t really recognizes anything near me. I start to panic, my skin cold and my clothes drenched. I try to hop around, looking around frantically and avoiding puddles.

In my frantic state, I trip over a branch and cut myself on a stone. I yell out in pain. Eventually my yelling turns into a loud, uncontrollable sobbing. My sobbing is cut off when I hear the distant sound of a voice beneath the sound of the rain hitting the ground. I look around and see Jungkook, equally drenched and running towards me.

“Y/N! Are you okay?” He asks worriedly, kneeling down beside me to examine the large gash on my knee. I retract my leg away from him. “I’m fine.” I say as coldly as I can muster in between sniffles.

Jungkook tilts his head at me. “Y/N, I know you. You aren’t fine.” The rage I had built up on this endless walk is unleashed on him at that. “No Jungkook. You don’t know me. You don’t know how I feel or how I’m feeling and you never will!” I struggle to get up with my wounded leg but Jungkook takes advantage of my injury and pulls me into his lap. I’m completely shocked and taken aback by his actions.

Jungkook pulls out my letter and says, “I read it.” If it wasn’t so dark with the cloud cover and the shade of the trees, I would have been a red beam of blush. I quickly look away but Jungkook pulls my chin to face him. “Y/N, I didn’t know what to say when you confessed like that. But when you left, I felt how empty it was without you.”

“Jungkook..” I begin. “No let me finish,” he insists.

“Y/N you are so annoying. You always break off pieces of pastries before you eat them and it drives me crazy. You are a terrible driver not because your reckless but because you always let people cut in front of you, you’re always way too nice. I remember I asked you why and you said you were afraid of karma so now I am too but it’s made me a better person. You made me a better person. Your laugh makes me laugh but not because it sounds funny but because you have this face when you laugh where you scrunch up your nose and close your eyes and it’s just the best thing I’ve ever seen. Sometimes I feel like I make it my job to make you laugh because I just want to see it again. You are absolutely stunning and it’s annoying how you never acknowledge it. I’ve always thought you were gorgeous I just never really said it because I didn’t want it to be awkward between us. Y/N, I know you. You like comedies and you hate sci-fi. You never go to bed with socks. When someone asks you what your favorite food is you say Lasagna but I know that it’s really rice pudding but you don’t say it anymore because you don’t want to explain yourself. Y/N you don’t have to explain yourself to me because I love you.”

I was speechless for a moment. My brain wasn’t able to process any of what he just said, especially those last three words. My brain also couldn’t process when he pulled my face to his and kissed me passionately. With the rain pouring down on us and our lips moving in sync, it felt like we were the only two people in the world. Two best friends in love.

A/N

Hello! Special special thanks to @rajwah12345 for requesting Part 2 <3<3 Sorry part 2 literally took forever!

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~ Armygirl

Keith Headcanons
  • Gay ace with sexual anhedonia. Don’t get him wrong, he’s really gay. But sex doesn’t interest him, or… even make him feel anything, really. Orgasms are just uncomfortable. Can they stick to cuddles and kisses instead?
  • Once tried to follow Pidge through the vents and nearly gave himself a concussion.
    • Still tries to go through the vents but he’s more careful now since he knows that the only reason he got away with just a bruise was sheer luck.
  • Is sensitive to changes in Quintessence, and looks more Galra if he’s given an infusion of it. The easiest, safest method is skin contact with a Balmera crystal, so he starts carrying around a tiny one in his pocket.
    • He’s more flexible in his Galra form. It helps with the vents.
  • Actually pretty good at parkour.
  • Big fan of Leverage.
  • Can’t always tell when a person is complaining to complain vs. when they want actual input.
    • “I get that this guy cheated on you… and that it hurts… but why are you telling me? Do… do you want my help hiding the body or something? I know a couple spots in the desert that could work. And there’s this incinerator within driving distance that I could–”
  • Total lightweight, but at least he’s honest about it so he can stay safe.
    • He blames it (along with his lactose intolerance and his inability to handle food spicier than ‘mild’) on his half-Galra parentage.
    • Nonetheless has a favorite drink, and that drink is tequila.
  • Loves vinegar potato chips.
    • Shiro judges him for it.
  • Really loves tuna for some reason???
    • The reason actually ends up being the Galra heritage again. Turns out that Galra need more mercury than humans do.
    • This explains a lot.
      • Lance: What do you MEAN you ate a thermometer as a kid?
        Keith: I just… did?
        Lance: THAT KILLS PEOPLE.
        Keith: …oh right.
Harry Potter and The Cursed Child Fic: I Am My Brother’s Keeper ( Part 1 of 4)

By: @rarity-kasket

2.6k words, G-rated

Being the son of Harry Potter isn’t easy and being the brother of James Sirius “Golden Boy” Potter doesn’t make it any better. However, as obnoxious as his brother can be, Albus wouldn’t trade him for the world. When Albus accidentally stumbles upon a secret, it threatens to break apart his already complicated and messy relationship with James.

Special thanks to @abradystrix and @autumn-of-ilvermorny being lovely human beings and beta’ing for me. If you are not following them, please flock to their awesome blogs.

Click for Part 2, Part 3, Part 4


Winter of 2020

As Albus writes his Muggle Studies essay in the Great Hall, a presence looms over him. It’s James, grinning widely with a chess set tucked under his arms. Albus spares him the briefest of glances before resuming his homework.

“I thought you went home,” Albus says.

James shakes his head, casually taking a seat at the Slytherin table.

“Change of plans, I decided to stay for the holiday.” Albus looks up from his essay as if James has grown two heads. “You don’t have to look so shocked, Al.”

“Do Mum and Dad know that you’re not coming home for Christmas?”

James waves a hand at Albus, dismissively

“I owled them days ago to let them know that I’m keeping you company as you serve out your time. You know,  for almost destroying life as we know it and ushering in a new age of Dark Magic.”

“Ha. Really funny James.” Albus says dryly as he picks up his quill and begins to write once more.

“Anyways, they were fine with it,” James says, before placing his case on the table. “How about a game of wizard chess?”

“If you haven’t noticed, I’m in the middle of an essay.”

“It can wait. You have all of the break to work on it. Live a little.” Albus stops scrawling on his parchment to look up at James suspiciously. He is met with his brother’s impenetrable grin.

“We haven’t played wizard chess together since before Hogwarts.”  Albus says. It’s been ages.

“So? What is your point?”

“So, I don’t trust it. There’s probably stink pellets or belching powder hidden away in that case.  That’s what you do.  You’re James Sirius Potter.” Albus flinches as James opens his case to reveal an ordinary chess set. James smirks smugly.

“While I appreciate that you regard me as the Prankster King–”

“That’s not what I said.” Albus interrupts.

“It was implied. However, I am seriously asking, nay,  imploring you to play wizard chess with me.” James says as he begins to set up the board. Albus sighs as he puts away his homework. James’s triumphant grin does not go unnoticed.

“I’ll play on one condition, I want information.”

“Spoken like a true Slytherin.”

“Riddle me this: we haven’t played chess together in years. Why now?” Albus watches as James’s expression grows uncomfortable, his eyes flickering away as he plays with a chess piece. It seems strange to see James so hesitant.

“I should have done this earlier, but I just didn’t know what to say after–” There is a long pause. Albus sits patiently, waiting for James to gather his thoughts. “But–I keep thinking about Craig Bowker. I keep thinking about him and you and Scorpius on the Quidditch pitch that night. And maybe I haven’t been a good brother to you lately. And I know I make fun of you all the time. I keep thinking about that night because, it could have been you, Al. I couldn’t imagine a universe where I’m not bugging the shit out of you.  A universe where we’re not brothers. And I don’t want to. I guess what I am saying is that–I’ve really missed you.”

Albus stares at his brother, paralyzed by James’s confession. Slowly, something starts to mend inside of him, like water filling in the empty spaces of a glass. Something that he didn’t realize needed fixing.

He is swirling with emotions. Doubt. Hope. Regret. Love. Albus swallows thickly. There is so much he wants to say to James.

That James is right; he hasn’t been a good brother. He should have been there. That, for the longest time, Albus has been angry with James. He’s still angry. And despite how angry he is,  despite how obnoxious and pig-headed and self-centered James is… Albus couldn’t imagine a universe where he didn’t have James as a brother either.

Instead, Albus says, “We used to be so close.”

The weight of the world is in those words.

James nudges the board towards Albus.

Suddenly, this is no longer a mere game of chess. This is a second chance.

A subtle smile tugs on Albus’s lips as he reaches across the board to grab a white chess piece.

“Do you still play black?” James grins.

“Duh. Always.”

The present, Spring of 2025

“Would you like some help with the dishes Mrs. Potter?”  Scorpius offers, after they all finish dinner.

Harry and Teddy retreat into the living room to discuss Teddy’s recent research trip to the Americas.

Ginny gives Scorpius a grateful smile. “Oh no, Scorpius. I’m sure that James or Albus would like to volunteer instead.”

“Ugh. Mum! Teddy just got back, and I wanna hear all about his trip. If Scorpius has so graciously offered to help with the dishes, who am I to deny him that pleasure?” James grins wickedly, wrapping an arm around Scorpius’s shoulder.

Rolling her eyes, Ginny shifts her gaze to Albus, who purposely avoids her eyes. He has no interest in doing dishes. Ginny sighs.

“Actually, help would be lovely Scorpius. Would you dry the dishes for me?”

“Nothing would make me happier!” Scorpius chirps, following Mrs. Potter into the kitchen.

Albus stands by the table, observing them quietly.  His mum and Scorpius work in perfect sync, washing and drying dishes. From where Albus stands, he gets the perfect view of Scorpius leaning against the counter, charming a rag to dry the dishes. With a soft smile, warmth and fondness light Scorpius’s steely eyes as he chats idly with his mum. He looks so happy, so natural and at home in the Potter household.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more pathetic…” Albus flinches as James disrupts his train of thought. An irritated scowl etches itself onto Albus’s features.

“What are you talking about?”

A slow and smug grin unfurls on James’s lips as his eyes gleam with mischief.

“Oh dearest brother, you know exactly what I am referring to.”

Albus follows James’s gaze to the kitchen. Specifically, a certain blond standing in the kitchen.

“I thought you were joining Teddy and Dad in the living room.”

“Don’t try to change the subject. We are talking about what’s going on between you and a certain flatmate.” James says.

“Nothing is going on.”

“That’s exactly the problem Albus. ”

Much to Albus’s annoyance, James tucks his younger brother’s head between his elbow and ruffles his hair.

“I can help,” Surprisingly, James is sincere when he says this.

“No.”

Definitely not.

“Seriously, let me help you. You need me to help you.” James finally lets him go.

“What does that mean?” Albus scoffs. In response, James raises an eyebrow at his brother.

“I’ve seen you in action. No offense Albus, but you’re absolutely rubbish. A lost cause.”

“I’m offended.”

“I said no offense.”

“News flash James, prefacing a sentence with ‘no offense’ does not make it any less offensive.”

“Point taken.” James says.

Albus sighs. “I’m not discussing this with you.”

“Why not? Awww, is somebody embarrassed?” James coos before pinching Albus’s cheek.

“James, stop touching me!!” Albus huffs, swatting him away.

“Can’t you two get along for five minutes? What exactly is going on here?” Ginny asks with an amused grin. Scorpius stands next to her, holding a bowl of strawberries and ginger biscuits that Harry had baked earlier. He looks just as amused as Ginny. Albus feels his cheeks tinge red.

“Nothing!” Both James and Albus shout. Ginny glances between the two boys, suspicious. When she doesn’t find any evidence of wrongdoing, she sighs.

“Well then, James, help Scorpius take the strawberries and biscuits out to Teddy and your father.” When James groans, she adds, “Do you really expect Scorpius to do all the work around here? He’s our guest. The living room is a few feet away. Trust me, it won’t kill you to be a little helpful around here.”

“Guest? Seriously? Scorpius might as well be your third son.”

Albus nearly chokes on air when he hears this.

“Keep talking, and I might consider adopting Scorpius to replace my eldest son.”

James objects with “You wouldn’t dare. We all know that I’m your favorite.”

“James.” Ginny groans.

“Hey!” Albus interjects.

“I would like to point out that you didn’t deny it. It’s okay, mum. It’ll be our little secret.” James says, winking.

“James Sirius Potter! Living room now!”

“Can’t stay out of trouble for five minutes, can you, Jamie?” Teddy resurfaces, taking a strawberry slice and popping it in his mouth as he ruffles James’s hair. The tips of James’s ears grow red as he tries to dodge Teddy’s hand.

“Ugh, Teddy, you’re ruining my hair!” James groans.

“It was already messy before I even touched it. What do you care anyway? Hot date tonight?” Teddy grins, and James’s face grows redder.

Watching Teddy harass James brings a wide grin to Albus’s face. It’s fun to watch. Teddy, the only person in the world that can get under James’s skin, has a soft spot in Albus’s heart.

“I could,” James grumbles.

Scorpius interrupts.

“I hope you don’t mind Teddy, but I wanted to hear more about your adventures in America. Did you really attend a lecture given by Newt Scamander?” Scorpius asks, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. Albus can’t help but shake his head at his best friend’s typical nerdiness.

“Yeah, he gave a lecture on the mating habits of the Thunderbird. And afterward, he signed my latest edition of ‘Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them’. I have my copy with me if you want to look at it.”

“Would I ever! Incredible! The mating habits of the Thunderbird? I’m intrigued. What did he have to say?” Scorpius asks.

Later that evening, Albus and Scorpius return to their flat together.

“I really enjoy this Sunday dinner tradition. I thought tonight went stupendously! What do you think?”  Scorpius asks Albus, smiling warmly as he peels off his jacket and hangs it on the coat rack. Albus shrugs in response before plopping down on their sofa. He tells himself not to get too comfortable there.

“I think Mum is ready to adopt you and trade in James and me.” This makes Scorpius’s smile grow brighter. Albus watches Scorpius knock off his shoes before joining him on the sofa.

“Teddy is splendiferous! I can’t believe that he met Newt Scamander! And he gets to travel and work with all of these cool magical beasts! How long is he here for?”

“Two weeks, so don’t get too attached to him. He’s staying at James’s flat until he leaves for Romania to study dragons with Uncle Charlie.”  Albus says as he slips off his own socks and shoes.

“Merlin’s beard! That’s fantastic!” Scorpius says with awe and adoration.

“Should I be worried that you might replace me with Teddy?” Albus laughs as Scorpius ducks his head in embarrassment.

“No one could ever replace you, Albus. Sure, Teddy is amazing, but you–” Scorpius says quietly before he falters.  

Albus wonders what Scorpius was going to say before he stopped himself. He never gets to ask because a roar of their fireplace interrupts them.

“Hello, Scorpius. Hello, Albus.” Rose greets them, stepping out of their heart. Despite having traveled by floo, she looks practically untouched by the soot. She dusts one of her shoulders off, but Albus thinks that she only does it out of formality. “I’m glad that I caught you. How was dinner?” She asks before making herself comfortable in a chair.

“Nice of you to drop by, Rose,” Scorpius says. “It went swimmingly actually. Teddy is back in town, and Harry made his famous biscuits. You should join us next Saturday.”

“Thanks for the invitation, but it seems like a Potter exclusive tradition. I would hate to intrude.”

“Scorpius goes to them, and he’s not a Potter.” Albus points out.

“It’s only a matter of time,” Rose says, smirking at Albus, who blanches at her comment. Scorpius laughs it off.

“Yeah, I think Mrs. Potter plans to adopt me as her third son.” He jokes. “So, how are things? Chudley Cannon practices?”

“Practices are great, and I think with me on the team, we have a real shot at the Quidditch Cup this year.” Albus snorts at this.

“Rose, it’s the Chudley Cannons. They never win. No one understands why you went to them when you could have had your pick of the league.”

“Yes, and you’re talking to the greatest Chaser of this generation. We’re going to win the cup this year,” Rose says, puffing out her chest proudly.

“How is Yann?” Scorpius asks.

Albus sees her thinking before her confidence fades, and she sinks into her chair.

Weird. It’s not a typical response from the ever confident Rose Granger-Weasley.

“He finally asked me out,” she says.

Both Scorpius and Albus sit up a little more in their seats.

“That’s great!” Scorpius exclaims.

At the same time, Rose says, “I turned him down.”

“You did?” Scorpius asks, and Rose shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly.

“I did.”

“But you really liked him.”

“It’s not going to work out.” She says flippantly. It confuses Albus. “After all, I foresee potential awkwardness with us being on rival Quidditch teams.”

“Yeah right,” Albus snorts. Rose narrows her eyes at Albus and cocks her head to the side.

“What does that mean?” Rose baits, raising a finely shaped eyebrow.

“It means that you do this all the time. It’s the same excuse with every guy. ”

“I find it so ironic that you of all people are giving me romantic advice when you have never had a date in your life.” Rose shoots back, and Albus looks down at his lap, red-faced.

Sensing the start of tension,  Scorpius redirects their conversation to light chatter. They talk about dinner, the Muggle University that Albus now attends, and Scorpius latest adventure working at St. Mungo’s. When it gets late, Rose floos back to her own flat.

”I’m tired. I’m going to bed.” Albus stands and yawns. “Are you staying up to study?”

“Yep, they have me in the Magical Bugs and Diseases ward tomorrow. So I’m going to do a little reading to brush up on dragon pox.” Scorpius replies, pulling a thick medical textbook into his lap. Albus quirks an eyebrow.

“Light reading? Scorpius, this is a huge textbook about magical illnesses.”

“I know, I never get sick of reading it,” Scorpius says before he bursts into laughter.

Albus rolls his eyes at the pun. “I walked right into that one.” He says flatly.

“Ya-huh!”

“Don’t stay up too late, even uber geeks like you need their beauty rest. And actually try to make it to your bed tonight.” Albus smirks as Scorpius’s cheeks grow warm and pink.

“I’ve only fallen asleep on the sofa once or twice.”

“Or five or six times.” Albus teases as he retreats towards the hallway. “Night, Scorpius.”

“Goodnight, Albus.”

When Albus wakes later that night, he gathers the blanket from his bed before drifting into the living room.

Scorpius is asleep on their sofa once more, limbs dangling off the side and his face pressed in a book. Albus smiles before he carefully extracts the book from under Scorpius’s cheek and tosses a thick blanket over him.

Albus gently brushes a few stray strands of hair from Scorpius’s face. The strands are feathery soft against the tips of his fingers.

He thinks about his conversation with James earlier that evening.

“James is right. I’m a lost cause,” Albus says quietly.

He could think of a thousand reasons of why Scorpius and he wouldn’t work. A thousand ways that he would screw this up. He isn’t as kind as Scorpius. Or as confident as Rose. Or as perfect as James.

“You’re going to make someone very happy one day,” Albus whispers quietly.

Maybe not him, but someone more deserving.

“Goodnight, Scorpius,” Albus says before he retires to his bed.

Angel X (final) - Writer!AU

Originally posted by diohs

Summary - Being the assistant of Do Kyungsoo is rather.. interesting.

Chapters:
(1) / (2) / (3) / (4) / (5) / (6) / (7) / (8) / (9) / (10)

“You did what now?!”

Before Kyungsoo knew it, his Chinese hyung stood up from his seat and smacked him right across the face. Hard.

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