quiet don

B.A.P. Reacting to you teasing them in front of the boys

Yongguk: He wouldn’t handle much teasing, feeling the need to put you in place in front of the members. He’d reach over and wrap a firm hand around your throat. What was that prince/princess? “N-nothing daddy.” That’s what I thought. Behave.

Originally posted by soooldout

Himchan: He would last through the teasing longer than Yongguk but he’d eventually snap as well. Unless you want me to bend you over my knee right now, you better cut it out. Now.

Originally posted by bapassion

Daehyun: He would find it amusing. He’d even turn it into a game and start teasing you back. Be quiet, baby. You don’t want the boys to know what we’re doing, do you?

Originally posted by daehyeons

Jongup: He would be completely oblivious during the whole thing, or so you thought. But as soon as you two were alone, you’d be in for it. So do you wanna explain what exactly you were trying to do earlier, little brat?

Originally posted by jonqups

Youngjae: He would get all blushy, trying to remain calm and hoping that the other members don’t notice. He’d keep giving you warning glances but you just giggled at him. He’d finally take you aside. Aish, cut it out! I’m serious! If you give me a boner in front of my members I’ll ruin you.

Originally posted by hatfelting

Zelo: Shameless maknae would start dragging you away the second you started teasing him. Uhhhh yep we’ll finish this later. Got stuff to do. Bye guys~ Get lost!

Originally posted by mybabyoppa

aali: scout im gonna warn you

aali: make sure you keep it quiet that you don’t know much about the city

aali: if the wrong people hear you, something bad might happen

scout: l-like what?

aali: i don’t know. you might get mugged or something. people listen out for that kinda thing.

Deep Breath | one


genre: angst/fluff

word count: 2.7k


“How are you feeling today, Seol?” Yuri asked.

I looked up at her and shook my shoulders as answer. I wasn’t sure how I felt, I was there but I wasn’t really there. I was okay but I wasn’t really okay. I was just living, going through the motions.

I wasn’t sure how I should start living my life differently. I tried to, tried so hard, but my tries only resulted in myself and other getting into trouble. So I chose to stay quiet and don’t try anymore. I was lucky enough the people who were my friends before stayed with me even after I went crazy for a while.

“Come on, Seol, use your words” my friend Chan Woo said.

“I’m fine. When haven’t I been fine?”

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  • Person: *mentions my favorite fictional character*
  • Me: *frantically and loudly speaks about the beauty of that character to a complete stranger for 7478391 hours*

“Ow, frick.” You muttered to yourself when you accidentally walked into the coat rack, reaching up to grab it quickly so that it wouldn’t fall over. 

You weren’t sure what time it was, but you knew for sure it was pretty late. You thought you’d be back around two hours ago, but those fruity drinks at the bar kept calling your name and you couldn’t help but stay for two (or four) more drinks with Y/F/N! You hadn’t hung out with her for a hot minute and you could honestly say it was one of the best nights you’d had in a while. So yeah, maybe you were a little tipsy, but at least you were able to make it back home safe! The only problem you faced now was Harry. Harry didn’t mind when you went to hang out with your friends. In fact, he encouraged it! (“I promise you I’ll log out of Netflix if you don’t get off your arse, love.”) He just didn’t like it when you came home in the wee hours of the morning. 

A plan was bubbling away in your mind as you made your way up the stairs as quietly as possible, thinking about how you could conduct yourself in a way where Harry wouldn’t wake up. He usually went to bed pretty early, plus he was a deep sleeper. Your plan was super, super simple. All you had to do was a) get into the room, b) go to the dresser in the dark, c) change into a clean shirt, d) go to the washroom to wash your face and brush your teeth, e)- You froze when one of the steps creaked under your foot before you took another cautious step up the stairs. The point was: Get changed, slip into bed, and don’t wake Harry up. 

“Get changed, slip into bed, don’t wake your boyfriend up.” You sang quietly, twisting the doorknob and opening the door slowly before poking your head in. This was exciting! It was like you were a spy on a secret mission. If you were a spy, you’d be the best spy. Scratch that, you’d be the bestest spy! 

“I’d be the bestest spy.” You trailed off, squinting your eyes as you tried to maneuver yourself in the dark. You perked up when you felt the handle of the dressers, pulling it open and rummaging through it for a shirt. “Move over, James Bond.” You giggled to yourself, wiggling out of your dress and nearly stumbling over your feet. “The name’s Bond. Y/N Bon-” You stopped when the room suddenly flooded with dim light, turning around to see a groggy Harry with his hand on the lamp switch. 

“Don’ remember hiring a stripper. I’m in a committed relationship, thank you very much.” Harry rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, lips tugging up in a lazy smirk at the sight of your half-naked state. 

“I won’t tell if you won’t tell.” You joked, padding over to Harry and flopping down on top of him, your legs on either side of his torso. 

“You said you were comin’ home three hours ago, you dolt. Didn’t pick up your phone when I called.” Harry hummed, hands gripping your hips lightly before he squeezed. 

“I know, I know.” You yawned, stretching your limbs and wincing when you felt a couple cracks.  “Ooh, wanna know something that happened tonight? Y/F/N was getting drinks for us and-” 

“Y/N, it’s three in the morning. Shh…” You squeaked when Harry patted your face and shut his eyes again. 

“I know, but- Woah!” You giggled when Harry shoved you off of him before rolling on top of you, pinning you down with a loose grip. 

“I think the bestest spy should be the bestest at keepin’ quiet, so why don’ we do tha’?” He hummed, reaching over and flicking the lights off. 



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Kalagang #07

1x08 We Will All Be Judged By The Courage Of Our Hearts

In this episode, we get to see more of Wolfgang’s back story – specifically his relationship with Felix, and with Wolfgang’s abusive father. It’s heartbreaking to see Wolfgang suffered so much in the past, but at the same time we see Kala’s feeling towards him gets deeper as he opens up about his pain.

Kala: I was always afraid as a child. I couldn’t sleep if the light was off or it was too quiet. I don’t like the quiet. I used to fall asleep in my father’s restaurant. I’ve always hated being alone. (1x07)

At the rooftop of Ganesha’s temple, Kala told Wolfgang she doesn’t like the quiet or being alone. But here, we see Kala who is at the movies with her family – she is not alone, and it’s obviously not quiet because of the laughter from the audience – being not fine at all. She is crying because of Wolfgang; she is crying for him. It just shows how much Wolfgang has consumed her; how much he means to her.

Original post [x] @stevenrogered

In Berlin, Wolfgang is at the hospital after Felix got shot from Steiner. He is in a very quiet place, and he’s all alone now – another cinematographic contrast between two characters. And it’s also great to see that Kala who doesn’t like the quiet and being alone visits the place that is quiet and ‘lonely’. Wolfgang doesn’t even cry because he can’t. He doesn’t know how. He has forgotten how to cry.

Again, with Kalagang you can turn any place into somewhere romantic…and bathroom is definitely becoming their thing.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

Wolfgang tries to suppress the pain and anger all to himself like he used to, thinking that he’s alone. Then Kala shows up. When he senses Kala and looks right at her, he’s really surprised – not just by Kala’s presence, but also by her tears. She is literally crying for him. Wolfgang didn’t ask anyone for anything, and yet she is sharing his pain and sorrow.

So he has all these mixed feelings going on in a split second – sad, angry, surprised, sort of relieved to see her, and then like he’s having another moment of falling in love with her. I mean, wouldn’t you fall for someone if that person shares your pain and even cries for you, when you thought you’re alone in this world? I would.

Wolfgang: [What happened to him?] It was my fault. I wanted to prove something. I wanted to change something that can’t be changed. [What?] The past.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

Just look at how hurt he is. It’s so heartbreaking. Wolfgang was about to give himself another chance to believe in miracles – start a new life. He was ready to fly over to India to see Kala. He was so desperate to put the past behind him. Then this happened; the world once again pulled Wolfgang back to where he was. When Wolfgang tells Kala that it’s his fault Felix was attacked, I think he secretly also wanted to tell her – he really wanted to meet her in person, and it hurts because now he can’t.

The way Max delivered this whole scene where he talks about Wolfgang’s childhood was so good. So on point. You can feel the depth of his pain even before we actually hear his story.

Kala: You’ve known him a long time. How did you meet? [Detention]

Original post [x] @stilesbanshee

Look! Kala’s hand is on Wolfgang’s back (or is it his arm? whatever)! Last episode Wolfie touched her, and now, she’s touching him. Our Kalagang is getting closer to one another! It’s hard to see from this GIF, but if you go watch full episode (video) you’ll see Kala’s fingers gently stroking Wolfgang’s back. AH FEELS.

Felix: Wolfgang? Nobody’s named Wolfgang. OK…Wolfie. What are you in for? [Fighting] Cool.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

From here, we get to see Wolfgang’s relationship with Felix.

Wolfgang: Where are you? [At the movies. With my family] Makes sense. [Why?] Felix loved the movies. We cut school to watch films all the time.

Original post [x] @fyeahwolfiekala

The only times when Wolfgang smile like that – not the usual kind of smirk he does to others, but real, genuine, happy one – are when he’s with Felix, Kala, probably his mother, and his cluster. Right now, it’s just Felix and Kala.

Conan: No one will remember if we were good men or bad. All that matters is that two stood against many. So grant me one request. Grant me revenge! And if you do not listen…then to hell with you!

This film is one of the things that made Wolfgang who he is today. It’s not just a film which he and his best friend enjoyed watching when they’re little, it sort of gave young Wolfgang a kind of guidance for his chaotic life. So it’s like Conan is Wolfgang’s Ganesha, I guess.

Wolfgang: I don’t know why he liked me. In those days, when we moved from East to West Berlin, I was the kid everyone hated.

Original post [x] @wolvesinwinter

Here, we get a glimpse of what would Wolfgang do when he is in serious trouble: he doesn’t ask for help. He tries to take care of the problem all by himself. He protects the ones he cares by not letting them into this mess. And he fights…he fights hard.

No wonder Wolfgang doesn’t ever ask his cluster for help.

Original post [x] @iseeuvillain

This is why Wolfgang thinks of Felix as his brother. Because Felix never leaves him – he is always there for Wolfgang, and he always comes back for him.

Wolfgang: [That was your childhood?] No.That was nothing…compared to my father.

When Kala is shocked by his rough childhood, Wolfgang lets out a sigh mixed with chuckle as if that whole story he’s just told her was nothing. As soon as he is about to talk about his father, Wolfgang’s face stiffens. You can see how much Wolfgang’s already disgusted just by thinking of his father.

Anton: Life is just five things – eating, drinking, shitting, fucking…and fighting for more. I didn’t say anything about crying. Crying is for bitches. Is that what you [Wolfgang] are? A little bitch?

What’s so heartbreaking about this scene is that – not to mention how abusive Anton was – as much as Wolfgang hates his father, ironically, everything about Anton including his ‘motto’ influenced Wolfgang. It was inevitable that his father made Wolfgang who he is.

Because of his father, Wolfgang couldn’t cry – which explains why he doesn’t cry up to this day…as well as why he’s been suppressing his emotions.

Kala: He would do anything for you.

Original post [x] @kalagang

The way Kala is looking at Wolfgang – I thought this might be the first time when Kala saw something good and beautiful hidden inside of him. At that moment, she felt this deep, unbreakable, and pure friendship between Wolfgang and Felix. She felt how much Wolfgang loves and cares about his brother.

Wolfgang: He’s my brother, and not by something as accidental as blood…by something much stronger. [By what?] By choice.

Original post [x] @dizzeikipling

This line sort of emphasizes that Wolfgang is, again, the guy who does not believe in things like miracles. Because he believes in choice. To Wolfgang, his family was not his choice. To him, miracle is also not a choice; it’s something that just happens. It’s beyond his control.

And this makes Kalagang’s relationship so interesting because…Wolfgang who believes in choices is connected to Kala – the connection that is not based on choices; while Kala who believes in miracles is hesitating over a choice that may change her life. Each of them believes in something that other doesn’t…and now, they’re being challenged by what other believes in. I’m kinda rambling, but see what I mean?

The more I rewatch Kalagang moments, the more I realize how their relationship is so fabulously complicated – they are complete opposites, but they accept each other. At the same time, they challenge each other…and eventually build up this beautiful and intense relationship based on their differences.

Manendra: You are going to call up my son and you are going to tell him that you cannot marry him. [What?] You know in your heart that’s the right thing to do. I could see it in your eyes. That’s why you stopped the wedding to keep yourself from committing this terrible mistake. […] But now, luck has given us another opportunity to correct it. All we require is the will…

OK, to be honest, when Manendra visited the temple and told Kala that she should call off the wedding with Rajan, I screamed with joy. I was like ‘YES! FINALLY! Now she can see Wolfgang without feeling guilty! They can be together!’

and then this happens…oh dear.

raftclan3  asked:

Can you make 3C but with pidge been tbe one kissing a flattered keith? That would look really cute 😍😍😍

I thought about AU with Altean!Pidge and HalfGalra!Keith, where Alteans both males and females have this ritual of kissing hands in grettings… Which different species don’t quiet understand lol ~

Heaven and Hell and Everything Inbetween: Part III


“Remember to use small strokes.” Cassian reminded Nesta as she used the straight razor on his cream lathered face.
“So you’ve said.“ Wiping the blade clean and ignoring blatant subtext, she continued. ”Eleven times.
“I’m sorry. A beautiful woman wielding an incredibly sharp blade near my throat tends to make me nervous.” A chuckle let out in which Nesta did not reciprocate.
Quiet.“ She chided. “I don’t want to accidentally cut you because your face keeps moving.“
Obeying, he kept his mouth shut as she finished one cheek and moved on to the next.
“Why did you want me to do this?“ Honest curiosity lined in her voice. “Being clean-cut has never been a priority for you.”
A brief pause. He had his reasons.
Because I thoroughly enjoy watching you squirm. He thought. Because I wanted to look nice for you.
“If you must know- Mother’s tits! OW!” Red began dripping down his cheek and he tried not to flinch from the initial shock.
“I’m sorry!” Panicking, Nesta dropped the blade in the sink. “That was my fault-”
Half turned and utterly mortified, she considered running away and hiding​ due to embarrassment.
Reaching for her hand he asked in a kind voice, “Where are you going?”
“I’m done. I can’t do this.”
“I will look like a complete idiot with my face left like this.” Baiting her when she felt vulnerable always worked like a charm.
She took it, rolling her eyes and pointed to the unfinished side of his face. “Not a complete idiot, no. Just a half-wit.”
“Sweetheart, you’re doing just fine. It’s already healed up.“
Nevertheless, she gave no sign to rejoin him.
“Come here.” He coaxed. “Sit on my lap. It’ll be easier for you.”
It was his turn to roll his eyes. “I am well aware of my hulking- your words, not mine- size. It would be easier if you didn’t have to walk to opposite ends of the bathroom when you wanted to reach the other side of my face. It would spare me from craning my neck as well.”
Weighing the logic, she slid herself onto him. His hands made themselves comfortable resting on her hips as he couldn’t contain the mischievous glint in his eye.
With a wet rag, she cleaned the blood. In gratitude, he rubbed her thighs. Kneading out built up tension.
Upon finishing his cheek she moved on to his upper lip. The most difficult area, she thought.
After a minute or so, a wide grin spread across Cassian’s face.
Pulling away, Nesta demanded: “Why are you smiling at me like that?”
“I can’t help it. I like your face like this.” Using the exact words she had uttered earlier that day.
“Like what, pray tell?”
“Your concentrated face. You know, the one where you crinkle your brow? And the tip of your tongue curls over your lip.”
Her eyes narrowed at that. “I don’t make a face.”
“You’re making it right now.”
In denial, she pressed her mouth shut in a hard line.
“It’s adorable.” He insisted, raising a thick eyebrow.
Snorting was her only response.
Fearsome is what I meant to say.” He amended and mockingly bowed his head, though he thought her pout further proved his point. “Positively fearsome.”
Once again lifting the blade, Nesta continued her work. Cassian was no help at all, his hands refusing to be idle and mouth relentlessly teasing.
Cocking her head to the side, she squinted. Examining​ her handiwork. Cupping his jaw, she turned his head to analyze each angle.
Gliding the back of her hand over his near silken gold cheeks, she was satisfied with her accomplishment.
“The Commander managed to survive the most gruesome part,” she announced. “Not without sustaining a battle wound, of course. That should impress the widows.”
“Thank the Mother for our many blessings and miracles. You are a worthy adversary, Emissary.”
Reaching over his wings to the counter, Nesta grabbed for a hot towel.
With a wry smile, she followed through on an impulse.
Gently placing the towel over his face, she smoothed it. Cassian let out a sigh of complete contentment.
Sneakily feeling for his mouth, she pulled his covered face and, with lightning speed, passionately crushed her lips onto his over the terry cloth.
Jumping in surprise, Cassian ripped the towel away and growled. The exact response she had been hoping for.
“After that ordeal, I definitely require to be held in comfort.”
“Illyrians are so dramatic.” She clucked her tongue.
It took half a beat to get on her level.
“You’re not wrong,” he conceded in a drawl.
Holding could come later, she thought.
After all the accumulated teases and flirts, Nesta couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted him now.
“Take off your pants.”
A fire lit in his eyes as he sat up. “I am utterly scandalized at how forward you’ve become. What’s come over you?”
Leaning forward, she inhaled deeply, becoming intoxicated by his aroma. “Take off your pants and get in the shower. I think it’s time for me to fulfill my second promise.”
Lifting her from his lap, he did as she commanded. Throwing his pants across the room and standing stark naked before her.
Nesta took her time looking him over, giving a nod of approval.
Blood rushed southwards and she licked her lips at the sight.
“Cass?” Nesta asked in a low voice that he knew quite well.
At near breaking point, he strained to keep his voice even. “Yes?”
Slowly removing her thin nightgown, testing his patience with each clasp she loosed, she let it fall to her feet. Not breaking eye contact as she kicked it in his direction.
Now it was his turn to look her over. He took his sweet time appreciating every curve. Nearly purring, it became quite apparent that he very much liked what he saw, and exactly what he wanted to do about it.
“Yes?” He repeated himself.
Turning knobs, water began streaming from the ceiling. Though not loud enough to drown out Nesta’s request:

“Keep your wings open.”

there will be times when I am quiet,

when I don’t seem myself,

when i will have forgotten who i am

or where i am going.

please don’t wish me 


it’s not that i don’t want happiness - i do.

it is part of my journey. but,

no one is happy all the time and

i don’t expect to be happy all the time.

heck, i don’t want or need to be happy

all the time.

instead, wish me faith and hope

so i’ll believe i can go on.

wish me joy. love, and peace

so i’ll have a reason to go on.

wish me courage and strength

so i’ll be able to go on.

wish me laughter and a sense of humor-

i will need them if i am to go on.

and then,

wish me well

– askeetedavis, 2014 –


Soviet Literature

(A guest post by our resident Russia expert hardtobeagod.)

A School For Fools, Sasha Sokolov

The rhododendron, growing every minute somewhere in Alpine meadows, are far happier than we, for they know neither love, nor hate, nor the Perillo slipper system, and they don’t even die, since all nature, excepting man, is one undying, indestructible whole. If one tree somewhere in the forest perishes from old age, before dying, it gives the wind so many seeds, and so many new trees grow up around it on the land, near and far, that the wold tree, especially the rhododendron doesn’t mind dying. […] Only man minds and feels bitter, and burdened as he is with egotistical pity for himself.

Pushin House, Andrei Bitov

Unreality is a condition of life. Everything is shifted and exists a step away, with a purpose other than it was named for. On the level of reality, only God is alive. He is reality. All else is divided, multiplied, canceled out, factored-annihilated.

Doctor Zhivago, Boris Pasternak

I think that if the beast who sleeps in man could be held down by threats - any kind of threat, whether of jail or of retribution after death - then the highest emblem of humanity would be the lion tamer in the circus with his whip, not the prophet who sacrificed himself.

The Gulag Archipelago, Alexandr Solzhenitsyn

If only it were all so simple! If only there were evil people somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds, and it were necessary only to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them. But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being. And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart?

We, Yevgeny Zamyatin

I am aware of myself. And, of course, the only things that are aware of themselves and conscious of their individuality are irritated eyes, cut fingers, sore teeth. A healthy eye, finger, tooth might as well not even be there. Isn’t it clear that individual consciousness is just sickness?

And Quiet Flows The Don, Mikhail Sholokhov

The grass grows over the graves, time overgrows the pain. The wind blew away the traces of those who had departed; time blows away the bloody pain and the memory of those who did not live to see their dear ones again—and will not live, for brief is human life, and not for long is any of us granted to tread the grass.

The Fierce and Beautiful World, Andrei Platonov

He walked around all the useless things in the courtyard and touched them with his hands; for some reason, he wished that these would remember him, and love him. But he didn’t believe they would. From childhood memories he knew how strange and sad it is after a long absence to see a familiar place again, for these unmoving objects have no memory and do not recognize the stirrings of a stranger’s heart.

The Master and Margarita, Mikhail Bulgakov

What would your good be doing if there were no evil, and what would the earth look like if shadows disappeared from it? After all, shadows are cast by objects and people. There is the shadow of my sword. But there are also shadows of trees and living creatures. Would you like to denude the earth of all the trees and all the living beings in order to satisfy your fantasy of rejoicing in the naked light?

Life and Fate, Vasily Grossmann

…neither fate, nor history, nor the anger of the State, nor the glory or infamy of battle has any power to affect those who call themselves human beings. No, whatever life holds in store —- hard-won glory, poverty and despair, or death in a labor camp —- they will live as human beings and die as human beings, the same as those who have already perished; and in this alone lies man’s eternal and bitter victory over all the grandiose and inhuman forces that ever have been or will be…

Envy, Yury Olesha

Human life is insignificant. What’s ominous is the movement of the spheres. When I settled here, a sun speck sat on the doorjamb at two in the afternoon. Thirty-six days passed. The speck jumped to the next room. The earth had completed another leg of its journey. The little sun speck, a child’s plaything, reminds us of eternity.

When I have a lot to say , I tend to be quiet . I don’t know how to say these things out loud , especially when everything between us is going good at the moment.

What do you want to say ?

That I think you would still break my heart , no matter the good and bad times we share , there is a voice somewhere in me that says you would break my heart despite it all .

—  Kriti.G

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut
Rating: M
67 : close your eyes
82: do that again
94: under the desk, masturbation
Requested by Sammmieaden

His hand was slowly inching up your school skirt as you were too focused on your notes as your teacher spoke about the square root of pi. You fail at math but who even cares about the square root of pi when your boyfriend decides to play with you in class.

You were blushing. How could he do this to you in the middle of class! You turned to look at him to confront him but he scolded you first. “Eyes front, be quiet and don’t get caught.” He whispered low enough for you to hear.

‘Don’t get caught….don’t get caught?! How am I supposed to stay quiet when he has his hand up my skirt?!’ You yell to yourself. You let put a deep gasp when his hand snaked underneath your panties. You closed your legs trapping his hand inside.

“Open them.” He demanded and as soon as he did, his thumb rubbed up and down your clit as his middle and pointer finger were deep inside you. Penetrating you.

You let out a breathly whimper causing attention to yourself.

“Miss Y/N, are you okay?” Your teacher asks as Jimin never halted his movements.

You try to compose yourself to talk. “Y-yes…I’m just really dizzy all of a sudden.” You in your best convincing tone.

The teacher nods. “Well, close your eyes and don’t disrupt class.” And starts teaching again.

You close your eyes for awhile as your other hand covers your mouth. You clench around Jimin’s fingers as you drew near your release but he pauses. Damn him.

He leans in close to you. “Baby…” he lures out smirking. You open your eyes to look at him as you can see enjoyment spread across his face. “If you scream we have to do it again.” He warns you just as he pinches your clit and moves fingers curling on your spot.

You bite your lip as you swore you were going cross eyed as he gave you the pressure you needed. Three fingers. And when you came undone suddenly, you were too loud and when you came off your high, Jimin smirked at you as embarrassment spread across your face.

“I’m going to the nurses office!” You say in a hurry before going out into the hallway where Jimin follows you. Jimin walks down the hall as you quickly follow pushing him. “I can’t believe you did that to me!!” You yell at him only for him to laugh at you.

“Well it looks like we will be doing it again. You failed to be quiet.” He calls back to you heading to the nurses office. You stare at his back eyes widened. “Come along baby girl..” he hollers before he rounds the corner as you dart to him.


Quietness and charisma usually don’t go together, but he can prove everyone that those two qualities can even be a great combo.

We have all been worried with the amount of attention or limelight he has been getting on everything: interviews, music shows, variety programs etc; but himself decided to weight on those comments to assure us he really doesn’t mind, that he’d rather being on the background without saying a thing, and most importantly: that he cares more about the fans above everything else. He cares about their well being wherever they are (during fansigns, at music shows, concerts etc), he focuses on giving a great performance so fans can feel proud of him and that way he can display his many talents with a smile on his face.
Happy Birthday Jun, may you continue displaying everything you have to offer, may you carry on being an irreplaceable piece of Seventeen, and may you continue taking care of us, Carats, just like we will do the same with you 💫 #HappyJUNday #나의_기적_문준휘_생일축하해 

Hitting the Motherlode

by orphan_account (AO3)

Pairing: Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski


Word count: 4k

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Summary: There’s been a weird current around the school ever since the night of the rave. It’s an underlying message weaving around the corridors that says in quiet, hushed whispers, “Don’t mess with Stilinski or two of the hottest kids in school will kick your ass.”

(or, “5 times Stiles was oblivious that he was being the pack mom and 1 time Derek made him enjoy it more than he should.”)

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I Only Know About a Thug Life

Vixx; Taekwoon; Fluff; GN; Gang AU; 1096 Words

 The leader of a huge gang comes knocking on your door for help, and in that time the two of you unexpectedly develop a sweet relationship.

Anonymous said:
Hiya! Just stumbled upon this here blog of yours. Wanted to put in a request if that was alright? Maybe a VIXX Leo scenario where he is in a gang/mafia or such and Y/N becomes a close friend?

im back and betta than eva :^)

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