so it's in short

deh hc where evan loves to run his fingers through connor’s hair as to calm himself down whenever he’s getting attacks though of course it’s not his best medicine to take away his tears, connor’s hair does get less tangled from it and he gets to kiss the remaining pain away plus he could see evan all flustered again when he does kiss those tears away.


After a week of looking at cars, test driving cars, being made to cry by a car salesman, ranting about the sexism of the car industry, and just overall feeling like I would never find a car that I wanted, I finally purchased a car!

It’s a Mini-Cooper! A two door, three cylinder engine (which I frankly didn’t even know was a thing), has all the gizmos I wanted (heated seats! Bluetooth!), and is a wonderful color! It’s perfect for what it needs to be: an in-the-city commuter car. And I love it <3 <3 <3

This is my first car that I got to pick out for myself, purchased on my own, and it wasn’t a dad or husband who wrote the check. It was me. With my own money. ADULTING FOR THE WIN. <3 <3

Fingertips Between Us Chapter 3

Hnnnngh I’m sorry it took so long! I also apologize that its a little short. 

BUT. If you wanted angst, you got it!!!!

Chapter 3

Your eyes widened in horror. Of all people to offer you help, he was the least person you expected.

“Mr. Han…?” You whispered in disbelief

“Why…are you here?”

Mr.Han looks at you as if you were a bug. His tone is harsh and cold as he answers, “The head of this hospital is an associate of mine.”

You nod silently. Of course. He was here just by chance. You let the quiet take over again as your mind returns to its state of distress. A loan..yes you could take a loan-

“I’ll give you the $800,000.”

His voice cuts into you like a sharpened blade of ice. The words aren’t said with compassion or sympathy. They aren’t even said with a small bit of kindness.

“Excuse me?” You ask in disbelief. How did Mr.Han even know you needed that much?

As if he could hear your unanswered question, “I told you, the head of the hospital is an associate of mine.” His eyes roll with annoyance, as if he questioned how you could be so ignorant, which, he probably was.

But that doesn’t matter to you at the moment. “Mr.Han…thank you. I swear, I’ll do pay back. I’ll do anything to repay your kindness. Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You breath, your shoulders trembling, full of relief.

“Ms. MC, I did not say I’d give it to you for free.”

You almost stop breathing. What?

Mr. Han sighs, “The $800,000…in exchange, I would like you to stop interfering with Jumin’s life.”

Instantly panic swells into your chest. What? Your knees grow weak, and just like your world, you crash to the stone hard floor of the hospital, your legs causing you to kneel. Leave…Jumin? Leave Jumin to save Akari? Be with Jumin…or let Akari die? Tears stream down your face, and you want to scream at Mr. Han in frustration.

“Jumin has a bright future ahead of him. Doing this helps achieve both our goals. You leave his life and save your niece.” Mr. Han speaks as if Akari’s life was something tradeable, as if it were simply an item on a shelf.

“Mr. Han…” A sob strangles your voice

And now you don’t care about keeping face or any formalities. Your life is coming undone before you.

“Please…please, please! I’ll do anything. I’ll work hard to become someone who won’t embarrass him. I’ll drop everything for him. So please…anything but that. Please don’t make me leave him” You plead desperately. Akari and Jumin…were you selfish for wanting both of them?

There’s no sign of emotion from Mr. Han besides the fact that he breaks eye contact off from you and lets silence steep in.

The only thing that fills it are your sobs.

Then, suddenly, a hand pats your shoulder gently, stopping to rest there. You look up questioningly, your hand covering your mouth to hold in sobs and tears still dropping from your eyes.

The doctor stares down at you pitifully. “Ms. MC…Akari doesn’t have a lot of time” He states, and your tears only fall harder.

You had to make a choice. Right here. Right now. Your heart is so heavy. The words that begin to fill your throat feel like bile. But there’s something else you feel. Of course you want to cry. You want to let the tears you’ve been holding back to spill. Your hands are shaking, your knees pressed against the cold floor. You stare at them silently. And in the next instant, you hands tremble no longer.

You rise your head up from the floor swiftly. Your lips are moving in a tremor, and you bite them hard to still them. You stare directly into Mr. Han’s eyes. You aren’t glaring at him, oh no. You hold your gaze, eyeing at his very soul

“Mr. Han. You have yourself a deal.”

Jumin sighed as he stepped off the airplane. Flipping open his cell phone, he winced at all your missed calls. The business meeting had taken much of his time, and he had rushed onto a plane to get back to you. He wanted to surprise you, but as he listened to your voicemails, uneasy began to take root in his stomach.

He quickly dialed your number as he stepped into a car. No answer. He tried again and again, the feeling in his stomach only growing as he neared the apartment.

“Welcome back Mr. Han. Is everything alright?” The security guards greet him as he enters through the lobby door.

Jumin ignores them, bypassing the formalities, heading right to the elevator.

By the time he’s at the penthouse door, his panic and fear are written all over his face.

The lights are out, and the moment he swings the front door open he stops in his tracks, lingering in the doorway. He stares at the door penthouse. It feels….cold.

Finally he takes a deep breath. Perhaps you were simply napping. As Jumin walks to the living room though, all thoughts of that leave his mind. Your coat is gone from the hanger, the slippers you left at the edge of the couch gone. Little traces of you erased.

“MC?” He calls out quietly, walking through the silent penthouse.

Elizabeth the Third is curled up on the couch, and at the sound of his voice, she purrs softly. Jumin walks into the bedroom that the two of you had shared. The bed is made perfectly. He runs to the closest, swinging the doors open. Your clothes are gone.

“No…” he whispers

And then he whirls around, opening the dresser, barging into the bathroom, desperate to find something. Anything of yours.

After he finds nothing, nothing at all, his eyes widen in horror. Quietly he stalks back into the bedroom, standing in the doorway. He looks at the wall just behind the large king bed. And his heart shatters.

Jumin notices it for the first time. The large portrait of the two of you that V took, is missing. The wall an empty reflection of his heart.

Sensing something wrong, the security guards fill into the penthouse. They stand a few feet away from Jumin, stopping in their tracks at the look on his face.

How do you console a man whose very existence is breaking? How do you comfort a man whose only loved once?

“Mr. Han-” One of the guards begin.

“Find her.” Jumin’s voice is quiet, barely above a whisper.

“Excuse me?” Another guard asks, looking up from the floor.


The words are raw, spoken through gritted teeth and clenched fists.

The guards escape from the penthouse instantly, the front door shutting behind them.

Jumin pulls his cellphone out of his suit pocket again. He dials your number again and again, and eventually his hand falls to the side, the cellphone on speaker as he rings over and over. His profile is hidden beneath his bangs and the darkness of the room. His other hand rests gently on his forehead, as if he was shading himself from the light.

Yes. That’s what he should have done the moment he met you. Shaded himself from the light. If he had known losing you would hurt this much, he would have very much prefered to stay in the dark.

The sound of something small hitting the floor is the only sound in the penthouse. Jumin’s face is still hidden both by his hand and bangs, but his shoulders tremble. More drops hit the floor, falling from the trail of water that escapes Jumin’s eyes.

You have reached an automatic voice message system, please try again later. Goodbye.  

So I’m writing a short story for my senior comp class and since I am who I am I design my main duo.

So the story is about Raphael Hughes, a 16-year-old boy from a small city, traveling around the country of Caplia with his new friend, Charlotte Trouve, 17- year-old daughter of a rich aristocrat. They must find Raphael’s father and his many incredible inventions before the infamous Lord Henzler, or any of his cronies do. 

anonymous asked:

Hi Dee!! I've been here since around the beginning of Zaddy, and I just checked out your masterlist and realized how much you've grown your collection of writing in such a short period of time, like its so amazing how you keep coming up with new material and update so frequently! I love all of your works, and I'm looking forward to the next Zaddy update! I have such a short attention span but nothing can stop me from sitting and reading all your updates in one go hehe much love!

Thank you for being here, that’s a long time !! Thanks for your support, I know only a handful of people read Zaddy and Sin City in the beginning, so I’m grateful for all of you who helped me out and supported my stories since then :* I’m glad you’re still excited about my updates!! This made me happy :)

anonymous asked:

its so funny everyone in fob is short expect for joe bc hes average height but like...i still consider him short just to fit the bands aesthetic lol

me 2…pete and andy are middle ground shortness so joe only looks moderately taller than the rest of them in fav pictures are when they’re with tall dudes and patrick and pete are in the middle… makes them look microscopic

  • griffin mcelroy sometimes: beautifully choreographed scenes spun off the top of his head, heart-wrenching characterization, astounding visuals, emotional and intense narration
  • griffin mcelroy other times: you just- you- you go very- very- uh, boys, you go very, *very* fast,


Lance, you killed him

(Lance cradling Keith version!)


Forduary week three: Support
At least he’ll always have his brother there to support him, right?

You can see all of my Forduary entries here and all of my Stanuary entries here.


Part 3 of Yuri!!! on Ice but with text-to-speech voices and pretty awful writing.

Part 2: Viktor’s Lament // Part 3: Pip Pip Yurio // Part 4: Eye of the Tiger

Ok ok hear me out:

Smol Link with his tol boyfriend Sidon


Smol Zelda with her tol girlfriend Urbosa

Holy shit guys read every heart a doorway by seanan mcguire

-the main character is an asexual girl
-the Hottest Guy In School is trans
-its about a school for kids who had amazing adventures in alternate realities and are coping with being back in our world
-the writing style is amazing
-the characters are amazing
-its also a murder mystery
-this is an actual line from it: “Cheese making, for example. The perfect intersection of milk, science, and foolish disregard for the laws of nature.”