phone arguments

I’m so tired of the “If you’re a communist why do you use a phone and the internet” argument. Literally who the fuck thinks they’re being clever with this? If I could abstain from technology and it would ensure no one would starve or be homeless, and no harm would be done to the environment I would do it in a heartbeat. Unfortunately the world doesn’t work like that, me personally not using technology would do absolutely nothing. What actually does help is using every available tool to create a platform for radical ideas, which includes the somehow ‘capitalist only’ internet.

Mirror For The Sun - Part 8: Change of Plans

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 7 - Part 9

Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 3171

Author’s Note: Gah sorry this took so long. I’m already starting on prt 9, so hopefully it won’t be as long for the next one.

Originally posted by gliceria

This morning is a battle. It’s a battle to focus on really anything but Y/N. I’m just not sure what to make of any of this. I have no idea what she’s thinking while she flits around the campsite packing up the sleeping bags and tent while Sam works on breakfast. She doesn’t seem any warmer to me than she is to Sam, playfully dodging his reach when she steals a piece of bacon, or than when she grabs Steve’s arm to get an extra lift to push the tent bag on top of the car. I can’t figure out if this morning was just a weird thing in an emotional moment or if it was something more.

It’s also a battle over the next stop. She’s sitting stubbornly on the picnic table holding her atlas while Sam begs her to get in the car. Steve is rolling his eyes and I’m barely holding back my laughter.

“Come on! You’re being such a princess!” Sam scoffs, “Get in the car.”

“No! Vegas is not part of the plan!” She shouts back defiantly.

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Ghost Messenger

Words: 11.8k
Genre: Fluff, Angst
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Originally posted by baebsaes

8:34 am. Y/N: I hope you have a really great day today! Remember to eat and don’t overwork yourself! If you need anything, I’m just a simple text away! :)

8:45 am. Hyunwoo: Yup.

Namjoon smacks his head on his desk, his phone falling through his fingers and onto the wooden surface. He begins to feel his throat tighten from guilt but he suppresses it, inhaling a large breath as he sits up. He shifts the phone aside and opens the file folder, pages and pages of old text messages printed out in front of him. Before noon today, Namjoon has to read all of them and find out the client, Hyunwoo’s, texting habits and mannerisms in order to mimic.

8:34 am. Y/N: I hope you have a good day today too! I know you’re probably really busy today so don’t worry about giving me a call. I’m doing fine here. Good luck on your meeting with the shareholders! Dad mentioned it yesterday so I just wanted to wish you luck. :)

Namjoon can’t fathom how you manage to send a text every single day at the exact same time. What he also doesn’t understand is how your fiancé can consider it annoying or clingy. If anything it’s kind of swee- ding!

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take this burden - part 3

He Tian let Jian Yi in.

‘Zhengxi called me. What’s going on?’

‘I think he might need stitches.’

Jian Yi walked around him and into the living room, taking his place on the couch and setting his, much more helpful, first aid kit on the table and pulled on a pair of gloves.

‘So, what happened?’

‘Well…’ He Tian started.

‘Not you, He Tian.’

Before he could start an argument, his phone rang.

Zhengxi.

He glared in Jian Yi’s direction
for a moment before stepping out onto the porch to be yelled at about his half-assed job of getting any legitimate answers.

Jian Yi waited until He Tian slid the door closed behind them.

‘So…?’ He prompted, peeling off the bloody bandage.

‘There was…an altercation.’

Jian Yi suppressed a smile.

‘An altercation, of course.’

Mo Guan Shan didn’t respond.

He had no idea how to talk to these people.

‘We don’t have to talk about it, don’t look so miserable.’

Mo Guan Shan sighed in relief.

‘Thanks.’

He didn’t know if he could do that again tonight.
Jian Yi clicked his tongue.

‘This needs stitches.’

God damn it.

‘Can I just use superglue or something?’

He REALLY didn’t want to go to the hospital tonight.

Jian Yi did smile this time.

‘Technically, yes. But I can just do it for you here if you want.’

Mo Guan Shan nodded.

Jian Yi stood, walking to the glass door and catching He Tian’s attention without dirtying his gloves, and pointing in the direction of, what Mo Guan Shan assumed was, the bathroom.

He instructed Mo Guan Shan to grab some beers.

He Tian lit a cigarette, holding the phone to his ear with his shoulder and waving him away dismissively, rolling his eyes at the phone.

The fluorescents in the small bathroom made his head pound.

‘Take a seat on the counter.’

Mo Guan Shan sat on the uncomfortably cold tile, feeling very childish all the sudden.

‘Does it hurt?’ Jian Yi asked.

His voice was soft and calming.

He’d later learn that was not always the case and he’d been written up at work once for his horrible bedside manner.

He shook his head.

‘Don’t lie. I can’t help you if you lie. There’s no need to put on a brave face right now.’

He stared down at the floor, embarrassed.

‘Yeah, it hurts a lot.’

‘Alright. I’m going to inject a little bit of numbing solution and we’ll check a few things while it settles.’

Jian Yi readied the needle.

‘This is going to sting like hell, but only for a few seconds.’

He closed his eyes as several small pokes from the needle did, in fact, sting like hell.

The man clicked the cap back on the syringe and sat it down on next to the sink before removing several items from the plastic case.

‘Look at me.’

He shined the flashlight in both of his eyes, checked his pulse, and took his temperature.

‘I don’t think you have a concussion, which is good news. Your heart rate is a little high though, so go ahead and take a few deep breaths for me.’

Roughly a minute passed while Mo Guan Shan tried to calm himself down.

‘Ready?’

‘Yeah.’

Jian Yi gently touched the swollen skin.

‘Can you feel that?’

‘Not really.’

He continued to take slow, deep, breaths while the man worked quickly and efficiently, stitching him up and applying a clean bandage.

‘Alright, good to go.’

‘Thanks.’

‘Sure thing. Like I said, you don’t have a concussion, but you probably shouldn’t drive for a few hours. Do you need a ride home?’

Clearly, this man hadn’t been given many details.

‘I’m just going to crash here, I think.’

Jian Yi looked surprised for a moment, but gained his composure quickly.

‘Good.’

‘What do I owe you?’ Mo Guan Shan asked.

‘I don’t have much cash, but I can go to the hospital tomorrow and-’

‘Nope, nothing.’

‘No, really, I-’

‘Look, if i got paid every time i gave stitches in this apartment, I’d be a wealthy man.’

‘Are you sure?’

‘Positive.’

‘Does he have roommates?’

‘No, he’s just an idiot.’

He slid off the counter.

‘Can I ask you something?’ Mo Guan Shan kept his voice low.

‘Shoot.’

‘Is he like…crazy?’

‘Who, He Tian?’

‘Yeah.’

‘You really did just meet him, huh?’

The redhead nodded.

‘Oh, definitely.’ The man assured him with a small smile.

‘…’

Jian Yi looked at him seriously, realizing he wasn’t entirely joking.

‘He Tian is a little bit on the crazy side, but he’s certainly never going to leave you needing stitches.’

‘How reassuring.’

‘There’s hardly enough time in the day to explain He Tian, but as long as you’re with him, you have nothing to be afraid of.’

Mo Guan Shan had many things he wanted to say to that, but the exhaustion that clouded his thoughts would only let him nod.

‘You should try and get some sleep. I’ll come back tomorrow to check up on you. If you’re supposed to go to work, take the day off. Doctor’s orders.’

Mo Guan Shan scoffed. Like it’s that easy.

‘I’ll try.’

‘I mean it. I can get you a note from one of the APs. Take the day. Rest. Ok?’

‘Ok.’

Mo Guan Shan felt like he’d been exceptionally agreeable tonight.

‘Any other questions?’

Just one.

‘Why are you all so…’

‘Crazy?’ Jian Yi asked with a wry smile.

‘Nice.’ Mo Guan Shan corrected.

For a split second, Jian Yi looked incredibly sad.

‘I don’t know the situation you’re in, and I don’t claim to be an expert on the matter, but I can tell you this much…’

Mo Guan Shan watched him expectantly while he gathered his thoughts.

‘The easiest thing you can do in this life is to lose faith. In the people around you and in yourself. And the hardest thing is to gain that back. After awhile it seems safe to assume someone would sooner hurt you than help you, and even then to wait for an ulterior motive. The world can be a nasty place and, if you let it, it will ruin you. The stupidest thing you could to right now is turn down the help being offered to you.’

He waited for Mo Guan Shan to respond, continuing when he didn’t.

‘The only thing I can tell you, with absolutely certainty, is that you’re not going back to him.’

They both turned as He Tian joined them, leaning against the doorframe.

‘I changed the sheets on the bed…’

‘Thank you.’ Mo Guan Shan said quietly, looking between them.

‘Do you want to lie down?’ He Tian asked.

Mo Guan Shan nodded, feeling the last few hours begin to catch up with him.

‘I’d like to shower, if that’s ok.’

Jian Yi told him to avoid getting his face wet, and that he’d be back to change the bandage in the morning.

They left him alone, closing the door to the bedroom.

He showered quickly, watching the water swirl down the drain long after it ran clear.

Leaving the steamy bathroom, he finished drying himself off and noticed the items laid out for him on the bed.

An ice pack with a cloth to wrap it in.

A soft, worn, shirt.

A pair of pajama pants.

An extra towel.

And his backpack he’d dropped somewhere.

And on the bedside table-

A bottle of beer.

A glass of ice water.

Two pain pills.

And a note, scrawled in messy handwriting with a phone number at the bottom.

‘I’m right outside if you need…anything.’

In front of ‘anything’ he’d scratched out ‘me.’

He changed into the unfamiliar clothes, and sank onto the unfamiliar bed, pulling his phone and charger from his bag and finding an outlet.

He drank most of the beer, messing with his phone for a bit, trying to relax as he listened to the muffled sounds of voices from the living room and the swinging and clicking of the door as the uniformed man left.

He positioned the ice pack on the pillow, resting his face on it gently.

After a few minutes of deliberation, he punched the number into his phone.

‘Thank you.’ He said again, over text this time.

‘You’re welcome.’

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London’s Calling

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Chapter Ten: Damage Control

Word Count: 1993

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Riley Matthews had never felt more fire burning beneath her skin then she did after her phone argument with Lucas. Riley is pacing around the room when her mother enters. Riley jumps in fright. 

“You’re up early,” Topanga says as she sets her briefcase down on the table, opens the fridge and takes out the juice. 

Riley mumbles an excuse and sits herself on the sofa not wanting to arouse suspicion. 

“Did Finn get off to soccer okay?” Topanga asks as she pours herself a glass of OJ. 

“Yep,” Riley says bluntly. 

“Is everything okay, honey?” Topanga gives her daughter a quizzical look. 

Riley contemplates venting to her mother but before she can fully think it through Riley’s muttering, “Boys stink.” 

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Sticky Heavy Energy and Phones

Have you gotten some passive aggressive texts?

Been checking emails on your phone that are a little bit tense, or maybe chock full of conflict?

Perhaps you’ve waged a full-blown argument via phone call or some messaging service.

Cleanse that phone, kids.

  • (optional) Delete the contact, texts, voicemails, etc if it’s safe to do so. You may have legal reasons for holding on to a record of the communication.
  • Give your phone three hard shakes towards the ground (firm grip - don’t drop it).
  • Cleanse with a smoke of your choice.
  • Clean the screen.
  • Turn it off, turn it on. 

This message brought to you by e-x-p-e-r-i-e-n-c-e.

you hate/love me now (and i feel the same way)

@bellamythology: this one’s a short and somewhat sweet fill, because i’m just getting back into the rhythm of writing these two now that i’m basically done with the semester.

for anon: “Fanfic based off the song Rock Bottom - Hailee Steinfeld”

rated: teen+
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They were fighting again. Honestly, it was harder to catch them not arguing, yelling being more natural to their dynamic than whispering: insults and snide remarks flying back and forth constantly, no truce or white banners to even be considered as the tension mounted between them.

“You’re such an asshole!” Clarke shrieked, a refrain so familiar it now seemed to bounce right off his (unfairly) solid chest.

“That’s rich, coming from the spoiled princess!” Bellamy would shoot back.

At some point screaming subsided into glaring, both of them trying to slow their breathing while anger and frustration and tension solidified in the space between them. Gradually the two of them would inch closer and closer together, almost unconsciously, until she shoved him against the wall or he tackled her onto the bed, hands in each other’s hair and mouths crashing together to cut themselves off before they said something they couldn’t take back.

“I hate you,” Bellamy would mutter as he slammed the door on his way out afterward, while Clarke stormed into her art studio, slamming her own door in response.

“I love you,” Bellamy would murmur when he returned a few hours later, holding out an apology bouquet or a new set of nice charcoals (or both, if it had been an especially vicious fight). After a moment, Clarke would accept the gift and let him inside, curling up against him on the sofa as he scrolled through Netflix, pausing on some feel-good romcom that he pretended he only tolerated for her.

This was their status quo, passionate break-ups and make-ups. While it wasn’t perfect, it was them, and neither of them believed in fixing something that wasn’t really broken. The right side of rock bottom, Bellamy had written on more than one note — he wrote a lot of those, sometimes left on Clarke’s bedside table for her to wake up to when he had an early morning, sometimes accompanying a just-saw-this-and-thought-of-you gift delivered to her student PO box. (In another lifetime, he could’ve been a poet, famed for epic love letters, as Clarke told him so frequently.)

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Plinami High School AU Headcanons

Headcanons about the pairing Plinami from Yuri!! on Ice if they went to high school together and had crushes on each other. So these headcanons mainly focus on their crushes. If there is a pairing that you would like to see headcanons made for, you’re welcome to request it!

Thank you for this request!

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anonymous asked:

Which vlive are you talking about? When did Hobi got sad? What happened? :((((

it was this vlive. i don’t think there’s a obvious timing where he got sad, but when jm asked ‘what abt your phone?’ it’s kinda obv hoseok had wanted to do something. then agn he did ask who shld he check up on so i guess it isn’t anything bad :/ but he left instead of being with him so asgkashsdah ;-; however, it just boils down to NOT asking for other members when that particular member is having a live :’))

anonymous asked:

So like what if MC was mad at the members of the RFA+V+Saeren and they're giving the them the silent treatment. And the only way that they talk to the other is through the messenger app or through a third party (like another one of the members or Elizabeth the third for Jumin)

i had way too much fun with this one lol, thanks!

~headcanon requests closed at the moment~

Yoosung

  • MC’s giving him the silent treatment after he neglected them to play LOLOL
  • after playing the game he passed out in bed when MC was sitting up reading
  • he was woken up by the sound of their voice
  • “hey, Jaehee! are you too busy to talk on the phone for a bit?”
  • Yoosung’s eyes flutter open and he tries to mutter some words
  • “hey, sweet-”
  • MC holds up a finger, cutting him off
  • “oh my god, a cat hotel? that sounds ridiculous! you poor thing”
  • Yoosung rolls over, trying harder to get MC’s attention
  • he practically rolls into their lap
  • MC refuses to look at him
  • they giggle so loudly it sounds forced
  • “oh my god Jaehee, you’re so funny!!!”
  • “hmm? i didnt make a joke, MC…”
  • they were practically yelling
  • “yknow thats what i love about you! you’re just so…oh, whats the word….attentive”
  • “um….thank you?”
  • “oh, no problem! i just love the way you answered me call and when i said ‘hello’ you responded! i really just adore how you always hear what i say and the acknowledge me!!!”
  • “okay, alright….”
  • “see you? you’ve done it again! wow, Jaehee! so did you have lunch?”
  • at this point Yoosung realizes what was happening
  • he crawls over MC, bringing his face to their shoulder
  • “MC! please pay attention to meeeeeee”
  • “is that Yoosung?”
  • “hmm? i didnt hear anything?”
  • “but, MC, i could have sworn i just heard Yoosungs-”
  • “i dont know a Yoosung”
  • the boy groans loudly
  • “yes they ddoooooooOOOooo”
  • MC puts a hand on Yoosungs face and shoves him away
  • he bounces back almost immediately and starts peppering MC’s neck and cheek with kisses
  • “what are you talking about? of course you know Yoosung. and i can hear him, you know”
  • “i dont want to talk about that jerk right now!”
  • Yoosung continues to litter MC’s skin with kisses
  • “please” smeck “forgive” smeck “me” smeck “baby”
  • “it sounds like you and Yoosung have something to work out, and my break ends soon anyway. thanks for calling, MC. goodbye”
  • “Jaehee wait-”
  • but she had already hung up
  • taking advantage of a free MC, Yoosung grabs both of their hands and pulls them toward him
  • “i know i was an asshole earlier, but now im ready to give you my full attention”
  • MC blushes, avoiding eye contact with him
  • “b-but…i want your full attention all the time…”
  • Yoosung leans in and kisses them
  • “alright. you can have my attention whenever you want it”

Zen

  • MC got into a fight with Zen when he forgot it was their birthday cause he’s been at rehearsal 25/8 prepping for a show
  • in the middle of their argument, MC’s phone starts to ring
  • “oh, would you look at that? Jumins calling! probably to wish me a happy birthday!”
  • “MC, please dont answer that-”
  • “Hey Jumin! whats up?”
  • MC had already picked up the phone and was walking away from Zen
  • “oh, Zen? yea he’s doing fine. he’s out right now though, at rehearsal as per usual”
  • Zen sighs and follows MC
  • “please, baby, dont act like i’m not here-”
  • “oh, wow! thanks for remembering Jumin!”
  • they whip around and glare at Zen
  • “baby please let me make it up to you-”
  • Zen reaches out to MC but they skip away from him, simultaneously interrupting him
  • “i dont think im going to do anything special. i’ll probably just watch some movies and order take out by myself” 
  • they glare at Zen, he tries to walk toward them, they skip away
  • this process repeats and escalates until Zen is full on chasing MC through the house
  • “i’m going to catch you and apologize if it kills me, dammit!”
  • “MC? whats going on…?”
  • MC’s breathing heavily
  • “nothing…Jumin. i just really love talking to you!”
  • “well unfortunately i think i’m going to have to hang up now”
  • at this moment, Zen corners MC in their bedroom between the bed and the wall
  • “JUMIN DONT GO-!”
  • they shout, and try to escape Zen by jumping over the bed
  • it fails miserably
  • MC lets out a little squeal as Zen wraps his arms around them, trapping them in his lap
  • he grabs the phone and tosses it just out of MC’s reach
  • “i’ll never forgive you, Zen!” they shout dramatically
  • “oh, really? that’s a problem….”
  • Zen holds down the squirming MC with little effort
  • “then will you forgive the tickle monster?”
  • MC’s life flashes before there eyes for a second before Zen starts tickling them
  • they laugh uncontrollably until finally they manage to get out the words “i forgive you”
  • Zen releases them
  • “i really am sorry, cutie pie. i promise i’ll never forget again”
  • MC looks down at the bed, face bright red from being tickled
  • “i forgive you, Zenny…”
  • “whats that? did you just call me Zenny?”
  • “no! shut up i hate you!”
  • Zen laughs and pulls MC back into his lap 

Jaehee

  • Jaehee was so busy with work that she hadnt logged into the messenger all day and didnt answer any of MC’s calls and now they’re MAD
  • it was around 10 PM when Jaehee finally got a chance to log into the messenger that day
  • she hoped that MC would be there to cheer her up after such a stressful day
  • Jaehee Kang has entered the chatroom
  • 707 and MC were both already talking
  • “woooOOOAAHH!!! whos this?!” -707
  • “Jaehee Kang…? i havent heard that name in years…..” -MC
  • Jaehee sighs as she types
  • “i apologize for being so absent today. i’ve been quite swamped with work” -Jaehee
  • “well gee Jaehee i got work coming out of my ears but i cant help but come here and chat with MC B)” -707
  • “oh, Seven! you truly are an angel!” -MC
  • “MC, i trust you had three meals today?” -Jaehee
  • she gets no response from them
  • “OH! about that lolololololol! MC says they dont wanna talk to you so i’ll repeat any message u needa get to them :D” -707
  • Jaehee rubs her temples, feeling a headache forming
  • she wishes she could just talk to MC directly but this was better than nothing…
  • “please tell Jaehee i skipped breakfast today but it was just cause i slept in” -MC
  • “MC says they ate every meal but breakfast! tsk tsk” -707
  • “if they want, i can bring them some breakfast on my way to work tomorrow. i’d like to see them soon” -Jaehee
  • “Jaehee says you should be punished for skipping the most important meal of the day …… :o” -707
  • wait, what the hell??????!?! thats NOT what she said!
  • seven will literally never do anything right
  • at least this is a chatroom where MC can still read what she said
  • “omg, really??? Jaehee is so mean!! >_<” -MC
  • no! fuck what the hELL IS GOING ON
  • Seven! translate my messages correctly!
  • “ahhh! Jaehee’s so scarry! everybody run!!!!” -707
  • 707 has left the chatroom
  • “GAAH! SCARY JAEHEE!” -MC
  • MC has left the chatroom
  • okay, that was literally the worst thing that has ever happened to Jaehee
  • it’s late but tbh Jaehee is done PLAYING AROUND
  • in 10 minutes she’s at MC’s door with popcorn, DVD’s of Zen, hot coco, and fuzzy blankets
  • “Jaehee? what are you-”
  • “i know i must have worried you by being absent from the messenger today. will you let me make it up to you?”
  • MC smiles and lets Jaehee inside
  • the two end up falling asleep on the couch together

Jumin

  • MC was upset with Jumin because he left for work that day without saying good morning to them
  • Jumin came home and tried to enter his room, but the door was locked
  • he knocked on the bedroom door
  • “MC? i’m home, darling”
  • silence
  • Jumin goes downstairs where the maid was folding some clothes
  • “have you seen MC today? i thought they might be in the bedroom but the door is closed”
  • “i talked to MC today. they told me to give you something, actually”
  • the maid stops folding clothes and walks up to Jumin
  • “this is from them”
  • she looks down, then looks up at him with an upset expression
  • “you jerk!!” the maid shouts, and smacks Jumin on the arm
  • shocked and confused, Jumin rubs his arm where the maid smacked him
  • “they…they told you to do that?”
  • “yes sir”
  • “will you…give them this?”
  • Jumin grabs a flower from an arrangement that was by the front door
  • “certainly, Mr. Han”
  • a few minutes later the maid returns, still holding the flower
  • “i have a message from MC”
  • Jumin nods
  • she throws the flower at Jumin violently and stomps her foot
  • “is this supposed to make up for letting me wake up alone?!”
  • oh, that’s why MC is upset
  • he thought they looked so peaceful sleeping that morning, he didnt want to wake them…
  • Jumin thanks the maid and heads up to his room again
  • he knocks on the door for a second time
  • “it’s me again, darling. i have another message for you but i dont think it’s one our maid will be able to communicate very effectively…”
  • MC opens the door just enough to poke their head out
  • “what do you want?”
  • Jumin leans forward to kiss MC, but they realize whats happening and slam the door shut in his face
  • “you aint slick, Jumin!!!” he hears them shout from inside
  • he sighs and leans against the door
  • damn :( he really wanted a kiss :(
  • he knocks on the door again
  • a few seconds later its opened by MC again, this time wearing a mouth mask
  • “yes?” their voice was muffled underneath the mask
  • Jumin tries his very best to be suave
  • “i’m sorry about not waking you up this morning. i just thought you looked so cute sleeping…like my own little baby lamb”
  • Jumin raises his hand to MC’s cheek, gently pushing his thumb underneath their mouth mask to expose their lips
  • “you…you really think i look cute?”
  • Jumin, staring at MC’s lips, leans forward
  • “yea, really cute”
  • he kisses them, and this time MC actually lets him

707

  • MC’s pissed cause Seven spent four hours that day shopping for groceries and came back with only honey buddah chips and dr. pepper
  • Seven had tried talking to MC but they locked the bedroom door
  • maybe they’ll let him talk to them through the messenger….?
  • he logs in to find that Zen and MC are both in a chat room
  • 707 has entered the chatroom
  • “Zen, what did you have for lunch today?” 
  • “oh i had a light lunch today since i’ve been so busy. it was pretty much just rice”
  • “wow, rice??? it must be nice to have some rice in the house!!!!!!”
  • “yea, um…i guess it is. but didnt Seven just log in?”
  • “who?”
  • “MC, please come out of your room T_T. i’m so sorry!!” -707
  • “huh? are you guys fighting?” -Zen
  • “OMG ZEN!!! I THINK SOMEONE HACKED INTO THE MESSENGER AGAIN!!! WHO IS THAT???” -MC
  • “what are you talking about? its Seven…” -Zen
  • “MC’s pretending i’m not here because they’re pissed i didnt get food today” -707
  • “AHH! WHO ARE YOU??” -MC
  • “MC, maybe you should just talk to Seven” -Zen
  • “i dont really know where Seven is right now, but if i did i would probably ask him why he wants me to starve” -MC
  • Seven, whose standing right outside MC’s door, shouts so that they can hear him
  • “i swear i dont want you to starve. i just suck at grocery shopping”
  • Seven’s phone vibrates with a new message
  • “and i’d tell him that he has someone to take car of besides himself, now” -MC
  • “but you can tell him….he’s logged into that chatroom….” -Zen
  • “Zen, tell MC i’ll take her on a dinner date tonight and tomorrow we can go shopping again” -707
  • “well, MC? do you see that?” -Zen
  • “see what??? is it a hacker???!” -MC
  • Zen sends a distressed emoticon
  • “Seven just texted me and told me he’d take you out to dinner tonight” -Zen
  • “really? he said that?” -MC
  • “yea. i have to go now, my agent is calling. umm, i hope you and Seven work out whatever the hell is going on” -Zen
  • ZEN has left the chatroom
  • Seven sighs and leans against the door, his head making a thud sound as it hits the door
  • “are you really taking me to dinner?”
  • Seven can barley hear MC’s small voice through the door
  • “yes, of course. and tomorrow we can buy groceries for the next month”
  • Seven hears some rustling sounds
  • suddenly the door opens and Seven falls into the room
  • he looks up from the ground to see MC dressed up, looking like they’re ready to head out
  • “okay, you promised!”

V

  • V accidentally spoiled the season finale of MC’s favorite show for them
  • he’s been trying to talk to them all day but they keep ignoring him and he’s super confused
  • and he super hates it
  • he just wants to speak to the love of his life and :( hug them :(
  • hoping for some advice, V logs into the messenger
  • Yoosung and Zen were talking
  • it was just the usual Zen trying to give Yoosung girl advice
  • V has entered the chatroom
  • Zen and Yoosung both greet him, but before he can say anything about MC Zen has to leave the chat for work
  • so….then its just V and Yoosung….
  • which was fine, but V would rather talk to Zen about his MC-related problems that Yoosung
  • MC has entered the chatroom
  • “Yoosung! i’m so glad you’re here!” -MC
  • “hey, MC! how are you this fine afternoon? :D” -Yoo
  • “MC, i’m glad you’re here. can we talk?” -V
  • “i’m going well! i’ve had a quiet morning and i’m making some lunch right now. i trust you had lunch, Yoosung?” -MC
  • “funny story, i raged all morning and totally forgot about breakfast and lunch T_T” -Yoo
  • V starts to realize he is now being ignored by both Yoosung and MC
  • “if you want, i’ll help you with lunch, MC” -V
  • “YOOSUNG! you should go eat something right now!” -MC
  • “okay, i’ll go eat! thanks!” -Yoo
  • “wait, before you leave i have a question for you” -MC
  • “whats up?” -Yoo
  • how do you feel about spoilers?” -MC
  • Yoosung sends an angry emoji
  • I HATE THEM! my friends used to spoil games for me all the time :’c ” -Yoo
  • “i know, right? anyone who spoils a game OR SHOW for someone else is the worst!” -MC
  • “is this about that conversation we had earlier about the TV show…?” -V
  • “anyway, i’ll get that lunch now. call you later, MC!” -Yoo
  • Yoosung has left the chatroom
  • ……
  • i hate you” -MC
  • MC has left the chatroom
  • V, now realizing his transgressions, goes into the kitchen where MC was cooking lunch
  • “sweetie, i’m so sorry about spoiling your show”
  • MC ignores him
  • “if you want, you can spoil that one show i’m watching. havent you watched it all already?”
  • V desperately tries to get back into MC’s good graces
  • they turn to him, arms crossed
  • “charlie dies”
  • V tries not to think about the fact that charlie dies in his favorite show and hugs MC tightly
  • well……..at least their talking to me again

Saeran

  • MC’s PISSED because Saeran always hogs the TV and never lets them watch their shows
  • Seven and Saeran were watching TV on the couch when MC came into the room and grabbed the remote
  • “hey, Seven! mind if i change the channel?”
  • “not at all. go for it”
  • MC sat on the other side of Seven
  • “um, i do”
  • Saerans voice overshadows the sound of the TV, and MC turns it up
  • “hey! i wanna watch shark week!”
  • MC continues to ignore Saeran
  • “um…MC? i think Saerans trying to talk to you”
  • without taking their eyes off the screen, MC responds to Seven
  • “was he? i didnt notice?”
  • Saeran stands up
  • “yes you did! how could you not notice?!”
  • “Seven, can you please tell Saeran that i’m trying to watch my show and his loud voice is annoying me?”
  • Seven turns to Saeran
  • “hey, MC wanted me to tell you-”
  • “i heard what they said, ass hole”
  • Seven lifts up his hands as a sign of surrender
  • “hey, MC! i’m just going to keep yelling till you talk to me!”
  • “Saeran, i dont think-”
  • “fuck off, Seven”
  • Seven knows he should probably leave the room at this point but this is getting too interesting
  • “Seven, please tell Saeran that they more he yells, the less I care”
  • “Saer-”
  • “that doesnt even make sense!!!!”
  • Saeran moves closer to MC, now standing in front of Seven
  • the more he tries to get their attention, the closer he moves
  • until Saeran is completely leaning over MC, his hands on either side of them as he leans against the couch
  • “Seven, can you tell Saeran to get out of my way?”
  • as MC speaks, the look directly into Saerans eyes
  • suddenly Saeran smushes his lips into MC’s, kissing them
  • Seven opens his mouth to scream but nothing comes out
  • “d-do you fucking see me now?”
  • MC looks at Saeran
  • “i dont know, will you let me watch my shows now?”
  • “yea, whatever”
  • “cool”
  • MC grabs Saerans shirt and pulls him into another kiss
  • “now will you please move?”
  • “yea…whatever”
  • ..
  • SEVEN IS MORTIFIED
  • WHAT THE HELL DID HE JUST WATCH
  • LKJSGKJBWEBRKJSJ????????

LMAO THNX FOR READING!!! HOPE YOU LIKED IT A BUNCH ^^

Please Stay

I combined a request from i-rule-the-night and two anons for this angsty Cas fic. Hope everyone enjoys it!

Summary: Cas and the reader, are friends, but lately, he’s been ignoring her. She finds out why as she realizes she has feelings for him.

Word Count: 2700ish

Warning: Smut, so much angst, minor violence

A/N: abaddonwithyall, enjoy your Cas feels.


“Be careful!” Dean scolded. “You’re going to drop all that.”

You gingerly placed the armful of guns you were carrying into the trunk of the Impala, rolling your eyes.

“I’m stronger than I look, Dean.”

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One Last Time - Part 9

Masterlist   -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 8  -  Part 10

Ok it’s not super late, but this is what happens when you stick me in meetings for 3hrs straight, I dick around for the last half hour…

 Summary:  Prompt request turned drabble-series. Unbeknownst to you, your best friend Bucky is in love with you, but you’re engaged to someone else.

Anon prompts request: “angsty and painful and in Bucky POV”
1: “A wedding?”
231: “May I have this dance?”
236: “My parents asked about you.”
243:“Oh, my God! You’re in love with her!”
369: “You know, it hurt when I realized that you’re not in love with me. But nothing can compare to the pain I felt when I saw you fall in love with him…”

Warnings: swearing of course, hi, have you met me?

Word Count: 797

Author’s Note: Paragraphs in italics are just normal journals this time. :) Still a vortex-o-angst though, as per usual. Hang in there sweet peas… (ok pause to look at that fucking face, I’m sorry, are those eyes even real??? wtf. I’m swimming. ok on with the story…)

Originally posted by buckysstevie

Even though the break up had been about as smooth as you had dared to hope, there was still a lot of fall-out. So many phone calls, cancellations, arguments with vendors over what could be refunded. You and Steve both needed space and time but couldn’t find it anywhere.

Nat helped when she could, which was a lot, but what you really wanted was Bucky. To be in Bucky’s arms, curled against him on the couch watching crap TV at 2am; to have his skin against yours, flushed and warm; to have his hair tickle your neck when he scooped you into a hug. But he had run. After all of this he had run.

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anonymous asked:

Could you write an aftg fic where Neil runs after the FBI was done with him and Andrew has to get him back?

You bet your bippy I can, thanks for the prompt :))


He should’ve recognized the look on his face right away. He should’ve seen his eyes darting, frantic, and then shuttering, something slithering back under an imperfect surface.

Neil’s never been as good a liar as he thinks he is. Or maybe it’s just that Andrew can read untruths, can read him — with his white knuckled grip on a duffel bag, his mechanical voice and his dying star eyes.

Andrew thought he had enough pull on him to be a blockade, thought he was abrasive enough, careful enough. Thought he could stop Neil like a spike strip, popping his tires, deflating the fight out of him.

But the fact is; Neil didn’t run away from them, he ran away for them. Every case Andrew tried to make, every tug to bring them together, only strengthened his resolve.

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