Quidnunc - One who always has to know what is going on.
I finger the dark blue velvet of the curtain and peer out into the auditorium. Most of the audience has trickled out already. A few stragglers remain, parents chatting with one another as their younger children play in the aisles and their older children interrupt every few minutes to beg for car keys, money, or the chance to just stop waiting on the dull adults to finish their conversations so they can get on with living their lives. A camera flash strobes for a second and the kids complain about the blinding light while the father mutters and glares at the camera while he fixes the settings. The typical end to a night at the school play.
How would they treat you if u were sick? i love your writing by the way!! 💓💓💓
Yoon Jisung - mother Yoon is in the house! Well, first of all he would scold you a bit for not taking care of yourself and how could you be so careless to skip meals and sleep so little for you to get sick. Would force you to eat whatever he cooks for you for the next couple of days and would probably judge you silently if you refuse to do it. Will retort to feeding you and tucking you into bed himself if you still refused to listen to him. “You can do that essay tomorrow, now stay still and eat this soup I made you.”
Ha Sungwoon - really sweet, but a little clueless. he would try his best to care for you and to bring you everything you need and want. Would probably hire some movies and bring over your favorite snacks. Lame jokes, stupid jokes and even more lame jokes; anything to make you smile and forget that you have to spend the next few days in bed because of the cold.
Hwang Minhyun - similar to Jisung, he would probably give you a bit of a nasty look when you tell him you caught a cold. “I told you not to dress in that thin dress when it’s raining outside.” He will keep you in bed and cuddle you as he feeds you some homemade food (probably not cooked by him, but who cares). He will help you fall asleep and if he were to be busy or anything, would call you or text you every 30 minutes so he can check on you. “Drink lots of tea and stay in bed, I will come back soon. I left food in the microwave and there is some pie in the oven if you want.”
Ong Seongwoo - you didn’t even tell him you were sick, he just figured it out once he heard your hoarse voice. He would come by your house unannounced with his snack bag full of your favorite treats and some medicine he picked up on his way over. “I’ll make you a cup of tea and then I can tell you how Daniel’s cat ruined my favorite shoes.” He would cuddle next to you and have his arm around you as he tells you some story about how Daniel’s cat peed on his favorite shoes.
Kim Jaehwan - he would be calm and very mature about the whole situation. He would probably be the one to suggest going to the doctor if you were feeling extremely bad. Would bring you medicine and also help you be comfortable. Won’t leave your side for the day and won’t let you move from the bed; he will stay with you and probably bring his guitar to sing you some ballads which will help you forget about everything else.
Kang Daniel - he would baby you so much. Would bring you a ton of medicine, even some you don’t need, but “just in case you need them in the future”. He will also bring his cats, so you can all cuddle because he is sure they will make you feel better. He would snuggle with you in bed and would let you place your head in his lap as he plays with your hair. He would tell you over and over again that it’s going to be fine and everything will pass fast. “Let’s take a nap now and when we wake up, you will feel better. I promise.”
Park Jihoon - will try to act mature, but will probably fail. I think he would call his mom to ask her what to do and what kind of medicine to buy. He will stick with you, but if you were to fall asleep, i think he would leave you alone for a bit as he prepares you some tea or some food his mother taught him to do. But probably check on you from 10 to 10 minutes, so you won’t be able to sleep too much. “Sorry, I just thought you called for me. I will come back later.”
Park Woojin - pretty baffled at first, won’t be quite sure what to do. It will take him a minute before he comes to his senses. He would make you a tea and then probably try to distract your mind off the pain with some stories, music or a movie. Would pat your head quietly as he puts your favorite movie or even some funny cartoons he knows you love so much and lets you fall asleep on his chest. Won’t let go too easily and you practically have to push him away. “You need to stay warm, so you need cuddles.”
Bae Jinyoung - would panic most likely, won’t quite know what to do, say or how to act. He will keep ask you what kind of medicine you need or if you want him to buy you any food or anything. Will end up doing a run to the store for you and would most likely call you again to check what type of medicine you need. Would stay by your side for the rest of the time and soon you two will probably drift off to sleep together.
Lee Daehwi - he would sigh and probably roll his eyes. “Y/N please, this is the 3rd time you caught a cold in the last 2 months. Just because Seongwoo says you have to go play in the rain, it doesn’t mean you should!” He would make you tea and tuck you into bed and then probably sit next to you as he tells you some funny story about the guys or he just puts a movie for you to watch.
Lai Guan Lin - he would be unsure wether to stay with you or just leave you alone to sleep, so he will probably stay by your side for a bit until he sees you start falling asleep. Then he would move away extremely slow cause he would feel a bit restless and wouldn’t want waking you up, but probably knock something over and he would groan cursing under his breath. So will end up coming back to cuddle you until the whole situation repeats itself for 3 times and he finally gives up.
prompt: 13-“i can’t believe you talked me into this” & 15-“here take my jacket you look freezing
“i can’t believe you talked me into this” i murmur as i kindly follow jughead into what seemed like a forrest, he’d asked me if he could blindfold me and take me to a surprise so of course i said yes.
but here i was, freezing trekking through the woods at 4am and ruining my shoes as i almost twist my ankle tripping off a rock that jughead neglected to tell me was there, boys.
i could hear the wind howling in the trees and the birds chirping, it must be close to sunrise. my hands intertwined in my boyfriends as he leads me further and further into the thick of the forrest
“we’re almost there” he mummers squeezing my hand as we weave through the tree before coming to a halt. i reach up eagerly to my blindfold but he smacks my hand away “um excuse me did i tell you that you could take your blindfold off?!” he sasses and i giggle
today marked the 5th year since he asked me to be his girlfriend and it didn’t take a fool to know that he’d taken me back to sweet river, where he asked me the summer before freshman year to be his girlfriend.
“juggie!!!” u exclaim, my nerves starting to rise. why had jughead dragged me out of my warm bed at the crack of dawn to walk me down to sweet water river, could he not have waited till later where it was atleast a little warmer?
“if you murder me jughead jones i swear to god i will come back and haunt you, TO DEATH” i exclaim. he’s laughter fills my ears
“(y/n) (y/l/n)” he starts “even though you drive me to literally anxiety i wanted to bring you here today to our first ever real date and where i made the worst mistake of my life and ask you to be my girlfriend-”
my jaw drops “juggie!!!” i complain laughing slightly as the cold nips my nose “so it seemed only fitting to make another regretful decision right here”
“you can take it off now” i remove the blindfold to reveal jughead infront of me on one knee, the sun beginning to rise behind him, the sky turning into cotton candy “oh my god” i breathe out my tears brimming with tears
“will you marry me” he begs a smile draped on his soft lips, i nod frantically tears streaming down my face “yes yes yes yes jughead jones yes” he stands upright in enough time for me to launch myself onto him.
he spins me around connecting our lips before setting me down “so do you won’t the ring or what?” he chuckles and iroll my eyes “of course i do you big dummy!” he gently removes the ring and places it on my cold fingers
“god you’re freezing!” he complains touching my ice like hands “i told you i was freezing!!!!” i groan shivering in his arms.
“okay wait let me try this again?” i laugh my lip trembling, he clears his throat looking behind him then back at me his face all serious i have to hold back a laugh
“here take my jacket you look freezing- is that how it’s supposed to go down?” he laughs removing his jacket “shut up and give me your jacket” i moan letting him slip my arms into his warm coat
“so im supposed to just freeze?” he complains standing behind me and wrapping his arms around me as we sit on the picnic blanket jug had brought for us to sit on
“you should’ve bought yourself a jacket” i poke fun leaning back into his chest “it was your fault-bringing me out this early” i remind him, his chest shaking underneath me
“if we came any later we wouldn’t of been able to see this” he tilts my head so it’s looking up into the sky; it was breathtakingly beautiful, the sky was enveloped in pinks and purples staining the sky line.
God. I did not want another dog. I really did not want
another dog. But after I had to put Bill down there is only so much whining a
man can stand before he finally caves and gets his kids a new dog.
Of course, they wanted a puppy. And there’s not much worse
than housebreaking a new puppy.
Sure, I’ll admit. Sadie is adorable. She was so tiny when we
picked her out and she had the biggest brown eyes. She’s great with the kids
too, she really bonded with them. But god is she a pain in my ass.
quicklikelight: Think about Danny doing random room checks and walking in on Scott kissing a boy. And suddenly, Danny really wants to be the boy Scott McCall is kissing.
Danny fumbles over whatever he was about to say and backs out of the room before either Scott or his gentleman caller can react. Except he doesn’t do it so quickly that he misses Scott’s slow, deliberate lick of his lips, just a casual little post-kiss self grooming that umm. Does things. To Danny.
Who beats a hasty retreat to his room, where he stands in the center of it, frozen while his mind mentally revises years worth of interaction with his former classmate. Then, in a move worthy of neither his IQ nor his education, he dials Jackson on his phone.
Look, everyone has their own unique ways of self-sabotaging. Some people skip class. Some people party more than they should. Danny asks Jackson for advice. It is what it is.
“What?” Snaps a groggy voice, answering the phone. Which is Jackson speak for ‘hello, I missed you.’
“Scott McCall kissing boys is a thing. Why didn’t you tell me Scott McCall kissing boys was a thing?” Danny demands in response. It isn’t really code for anything.
“You’re saying words, and I feel like I’m expected to know what they mean, but I don’t,” Jackson yawns. “Also, I don’t care. Can this wait until you’re coherent? When answering, keep in mind that I don’t care.”
“Scott McCall goes to UC Davis now. He lives in my dorm. I just walked in on him with his tongue down another guy’s throat. This is highly relevant information that would have been really helpful to know, there was that monosyllabic enough for you?”
“You started strong but then it got away from you at the end,” Jackson drawls. Faint pew-pew sounds from the other end of the line convey that he’s not paying this conversation the attention it deserves, and he still has terrible taste in video games. “Still not seeing the part that makes any of this something I care about. What’s your point?”
“My point is how come you never told me Scott was into guys? Aren’t you supposed to be able to smell that or something?“
“Maybe if I’d ever sniffed his underwear or something,” Jackson verbally rolls his eyes. “You realize I only ever got the Cliff Notes version of the How To Werewolf Good manual, and weirdly enough, how to smell where your loser classmate points his boner wasn’t a chapter heading anywhere in it.”
“Maybe I’d realize that if you ever bothered to tell me about any of this stuff. Instead of having to figure it out for myself while I was DATING a werewolf…”
“Oh my god how many times do I have to say I’m sorry - ”
“Once would make a good start.”
“Look, we’re never going to get anywhere on that front. Mistakes were made,” Jackson says magnanimously. No, its actually a hell of a concession, coming from him. And people wonder why Danny now has an actual, honest to god vetting process when making new friends. “Seriously though, what’s the big deal? So McCall looks both ways before crossing the street. Who cares? You’ve never been into gossip before.”
“I never knew Scott McCall kissing boys was an option before,” Danny all but yells into the phone. “I now have to reevaluate every single time I’ve ever spoken to him….do you even know how many of those times might have been him hitting on me, in light of this new information? I don’t even know because I can’t count that high and I can count pretty goddamn high, Jax.”
“We’ve both been hit on by losers before, Danny. It’s not the end of the world. You’ll survive.”
“Why are you being like this? We both know that you’re not actually as oblivious as you pretend to be. There’s no possible way you missed that I’ve had a crush on him since sixth grade.”
“No, I noticed. I was just hoping if I ignored it, it’d go away. Like gum on the bottom of your shoe.”
“That’s not a thing that happens Jackson. Ignoring gum on your shoe doesn’t magically de-gum the shoe.”
“How the fuck would I know that? I don’t step on gum, it would ruin my shoes. It was a metaphor. Jesus.”
“Stop it.” Danny places a palm to his forehead, reflects on two decades of poor decision making, beginning with befriending Jackson on the playground first day of kindergarten. "Stop doing your WASP-y Whittemore boilerplate evasion tactic thing where you piss me off until I hang up on you, hold a grudge for several days and forget what I originally called you about by the next time we talk. This is happening. Me having a thing for your high school nemesis or whatever is a thing, him kissing a boy is a thing, and you getting on board and helping me is a thing so get on board, Jackson or so help me god -”
“I most certainly will not,” Jackson hisses dramatically. Its times like things where you can really tell the whole ‘he used to be part snake’ thing. “I have standards, and I won’t be party to some path-”
“I am cashing in my chips,” Danny hisses back equally dramatically, and he may not have ever been part snake but goddammit two musical theater electives have got to count for something.
“ALL THE CHIPS Jackson. All the chips from being your friend and putting up with your shit for year after endless year and never asking for anything in return other than the occasional wingman at the Jungle and okay, you know what, so I do ask you for stuff and you’re not actually as terrible a friend as everyone assumes but there has still been some shit and I most definitely have chips and I am cashing them in, so here’s what’s going to happen.”
Dead air reigns. Then. Begrudgingly. As though being tortured: “I’m listening.”
“You are going to call Lydia,” Danny intones, holding up a finger that Jackson can’t possibly be expected to see, but he feels powerful, intoning while holding up that finger so he decides to stick with it. “You are going to apologize for the many, many things you have yet to apologize to her for. You are going to make it good so she doesn’t just hang up on you. You are going to grovel. And then, when she’s been entertained enough that she’s willing to listen to your obvious ulterior motive for finally calling her out of the blue after all this time, you are going to find out everything she knows about Scott McCall kissing boys. How long has he been kissing boys? How many boys has he kissed? Ballpark, I don’t need hard data points. Is kissing boys just a euphemism for other physical interactions with boys or the sum of his experience?”
He pauses for breath and Jackson seizes the moment.
“Wouldn’t it be easier for me to just slip her a note that says ‘Does Scott like Danny? Check the box for yes or draw a frowny face for no.”
“I fucking hate you so much, I swear to god.”
“I’m just saying, I feel like you were less pathetic when you were actually twelve years old, and you were a pretty pathetic twelve year old.”
“I hope were-cheetahs eat your face.”
“Where the fuck did that come from?”
“I don’t know,” Danny sighs. “Look I’m in a very strange headspace right now. I don’t even know what I’m thinking. Can you just do this for me? Please?”
“Fine,” Jackson draws out through obviously gritted teeth. “I want it on record though, I’m doing this under extreme protest.”
“Just saying. He’s beneath you.”
“Not yet, but give it til the end of the semester.”
“Eww. If I do this, you have to promise not to disgust me with references to McCall’s anatomy or anything you might do with him.”
“Too late. Negotiations are over, you missed your window.”
“Ugh, dammit. You suck.”
“And thanks so much for helping to facilitate my sucking of your most hated -”
“You’re such a shithead. I hate your guts. Don’t die because of werewolf drama, I’ll call you when Lydia tells me something worth passing along and I swear to god you better not be waiting by the phone when I do.”
“Aww, see you do care,” Danny manages to get in gleefully before a click announces Jackson’s hasty departure.
He flops onto his bed like the pathetic twelve year old he is, and wonders if they still made the line of Armani aftershave he wore while in high school. He was pretty sure Scott liked that one.
Plus its not like he can be accused of waiting by the phone when he’s out buying aftershave, now can he?
Sorry it took me so long, it was my sister’s wedding, etc etc, it doesn’t matter! Anyway this prompt sounded so angsty, so y’know…i turned it fluffy and kinda cracky xD with a lil dust of angst at the end? xD probably not what you wanted and OOC but hope u like it! Thanks for this!! Onff.
They always said that when you touch your soulmate, their name appeared on your wrist, tattooed there forever to always remind you of your one true love.
Mabel dated countless boys when she was younger, and was more than dismayed to find that none of their names appeared on her wrist. By the time she was nineteen, she was sure there was nobody out there that was meant to be her soulmate. Could the universe really screw up this way, and forget about her completely? She didn’t even really date anymore, because to her it seemed basically hopeless now.
She didn’t even think about a name appearing on her wrist as a bold and loudly irritating blonde man stormed into the Mystery Shack on a cloudy May day.
“You!” He pointed at her, storming up to where she sat behind the gift shop’s front desk, “I’ve got a bone to pick with you!”
“Me?” Mabel looked left to right, “What did I do? Have we ever met before?”
“Save the song and dance! It’s me, Bill, remember all that Weirdmageddon stuff from–”
“Bill Cipher?!” Mabel nearly fell out of her chair, but he wasn’t giving her time to absorb that her once-fallen enemy was in front of her. He rolled his eyes and cut her off, promply shoving something into her arms. It took her a second to realize that he had just handed her Waddles, and she could only blink owlishly at him.
“This pig! He ruined my only pair of shoes and nearly got my bowtie! He should be happy I’m not making him into bacon right now!” Bill pointed at Waddles accusingly, and Mabel glared at him sharply.
“Hey, don’t point at Waddles! You deserved it! Who do you think you are, coming and complaining about your shoes, after what you did all those summers ago?!” she snapped, promply smacking his hand away.
The minute she did, they both felt an electric shock.
Bill blinked in surprise, a piece of hair (Why did he have hair? Why was he human??) falling in front of his eye. Mabel looked down at her hand, wondering if it was merely static in the air, before she saw it.
“Weird human version of Bill, show me your wrist,” Mabel whispered, eyes snapping up to his.
“What’s a wrist again?”
Mabel nearly dove across the desk, snatching his arm and bringing it over to where she could see it. She shoved up his sleeve, heart beating frantically fast and painfully slow at the same time, as she saw it.
Written on his wrist in her simple handwriting, was her name, ‘Mabel Pines.’ On hers, the writing style was matching, except it instead said ‘Bill Cipher.’
Bill leaned over, scowling as he caught sight of her name on his wrist. “Hey, why the heck did you write your–?”
“The Mystery Shack is closed!” Mabel basically yelled, grabbing Bill with more speed than she thought was possible and shoving him out of the gift shop.
“Fine! Just keep your pig away from me! And you owe me a pair of shoes!” Bill snapped through the door, and she listened as his footsteps got further and further away.
She slumped against the door and ran her hands through her hair. She had to figure out a way to fix this.
You stormed into your room with tears
streaming down your face. Today was not your day in the slightest. You just wanted
to crawl into bed and fall asleep in Alistair’s arms.
You opened the door to your room to see him
sitting on your bed like always. He usually waited for you to come home before
following you around. “Y/N, why are you crying?” He shifted uncomfortably at
the sight of your tears. It should have been obvious to you that he wouldn’t be
the best person to go to for a pep talk, but you loved him and needed his
He took you in his arms and patted your back
awkwardly. “I got fired, I stepped in dog crap and ruined my shoes, and I lost
my lunch so I wasn’t able to eat. I’m so done with today Alistair.” You mumbled
pathetically. You could tell he was still looking for some kind of comforting
words. “Well… Look on the bright side. You are alive. You could have died
You couldn’t help the wave of laughter that overcame you. “Of course, why didn’t I think of that? Thanks, you’re the best.”
You pressed a kiss to the ridiculous vampire’s cheek. It was always extremes
with him, but you wouldn’t change him for the world. Plus you did feel a bit
better. Looks like he came in handy after all.