sometimes it's hard to look at him

Best quotes from the new dnp craft video

“Friends are important. then you have more knives”

*laughing* “Lying makes you go to hell!”

“This one’s long with a big head. Like him!”

“Throw the smallest over your shoulder! No one wants that.” 

“I’ve selected as many knives as i have friends. Two!”

*heavy breathing*

“Next, grab your potato! Grip it with all your strength.”

“Slice it like it will remember it.”

“Chopping things fills me with good memories.”

“Sometimes its nice to look up at the stars and remember that theyre all already dead.” 

“The universe is so big….and cold.”

“If you make a mistake while cutting, just think about it for the rest of the day!”

“Phil. Too hard. You hurt it.”

“Space is violent.”

“I only trust my potato with my true friend”

“Im going to place mine [potato] in the trapdoor under my bed.”

*satanic shit*

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I want Shiro and Lance to go on a mission together. I don’t care what kind.

One where Shiro is unsure amd uneasy, is worried about Lance slipping up and telling a bad joke at the wrong time. Where he thinks Lance’s attempts at flirting will get them into hot water. But instead he’s seeing Lance with a whole different set of manners. Making alliance’s and gathering aliens for their cause. Where Lance’s diplomatic strategies work and the aliens of this planet are so charmed by the blue paladin Shiro gets kind brushed off to the side, even with his title of being champion. Shiro finds himself not minding one bit. Where after he pulls Allura and Coran aside and tells them. He’s momentarily shocked at their beaming smiles that, yes, they knew it would work Lance IS best for these types of missions. And Shiro is just stunned and so happy about it at the same time.

Or give me a mission where everything seems to go wrong and Shiro starts seeing things that aren’t there. His chest feels tight and hears the chantting he had to walk away from every night. And Shiro tries SO hard to stay strong to be the typical leader he’s supposed to be. But he’s just breaking and its freaking him out even more. But Lance won’t allow that. He tells Shiro to focus on his eyes. Tell Shiro its not real. Tell Shiro he’ll be there no matter what. Takes everything step by step until Shiro is comfortable again to the point where Lance is simply doing everything. And Shiro wants to be mad - why does Lance have to do everything for him? Why does he have to act like a big baby? But whenever he voices those thoughts Lance gives him this look, eyes as bright and some how cold looking as a winter sky. If Lance says it’s not problem then its not. And sometimes when things seems to hard and Shiro is gasping for breath and his vision blurry from tears he fe2ela Lance pulling him gently. Letting him know that he is here to HELP Shiro. And as embarssed he is when his tears are gone Shito admits that its not to bad to sit in Lance’s lap.

OR just a mission where the two of them goof off and the sunlight hits Lance just right and when Shiro looks he’s left breathless.

I don’t miss you as much anymore. Sometimes you cross my mind but not like you use to. I remember when I thought that I couldn’t live without you and looking back on it, you were the best and worst thing that happened to me. Its been hard, its been so hard to get over you but looking back on it time passes, and the more you live your life and create new habits, you get used to not having a text message every morning saying, ‘Hello, beautiful. Good morning.’ You get used to not calling someone at night to tell him how your day was. You replace these old habits with new habits. As time goes on, you get better, but only with time. You still see them and a spark is there, your mind still races when you see them, its going to, you use to love that person with every inch of your soul, with every emotion you could possibly have. Its just not the same anymore.
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@livingpreppywearingpearls

Kaitlyne Smith

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Ben Platt on Kelly & Ryan!

considering how hard it is (and sometimes impossible) to trigger a sneeze in your sleep it just fuels the suspicion that this sly motherfucker

isn’t sleeping at all

he was probably posing all along i mean look at him who sleeps like this in front of their crush 

goddammit viktor 

  • Me: *sigh*
  • Cashier: What's wrong?
  • Me: It's the scent of this place. It's nostalgic. Reminds me of lavender scent of my grandmother's house. Even color of the walls remind me of the bygone era of my childhood; the dim sunsets of a fuzzy summer evenings, and faint memory of fading dreams.
  • Cashier: Ah, you want to start all over do you? I know the feeling. It's enough to drive me to the brink.
  • Me: Verily. At some point, I began to live my life in retrospect. The now doesn't matter anymore because everything has become so bland. What am I to do in this monotonous life when my happy times passed so long ago. It's as if-
  • Cashier: *turns into a 9 foot tall vibrating metal cube that deconstructs me at a molecular level and turns me into pure radium powder*
  • Guy, with that as fetish who actually wrote this post: *doesn't even jack it just looks at the screen all sweaty and breathing heavily*
  • Girlfriend: *walks into the room unannounced* Everything okay? You've been acting kind of strange recently.
  • Guy: *quickly closes all tabs* Oh, nothing. I'm just like. I'm... you know. I've been tired.
  • Girlfriend: *suspiciously* ...sure. Pizza's here by the way.
  • Guy: Okay, cool. I'll be right out. *wipes sweat from head*
  • Girlfriend: *texts best friend* He's definitely cheating. He just closed like twenty tabs on his computer!!!!!!!
  • Best Friend: Did you look through his browsing history?
  • Girlfriend: Yeah, it's all wikipedia pages about radioactive stuff. It's so fucking weird. He's either cheating or a terrorist.
  • Best Friend: That's creepy. I'd break up with him.
  • Girlfriend: I've been considering it, but it's complicated. I still feel so strongly about him. I don't want to ruin our relationship.
  • Best Friend: Sometimes you have to break things off with the people you care about the most. For a little bit anyway.
  • Girlfriend: Yeah, I get that. It's so hard though. I can't imagine life without him.
  • Best Friend: You have to do what you have to do. It's the only way to move forward. Getting stuck in a stagnant relationship can ruin you.
  • Girlfriend: I guess you're right...
  • Best Friend: *is wearing a full hazmat suit.*
  • Doctor: *walks up behind her* Jennifer, stop texting. We need you in the bottom.
  • Best Friend: Sorry, got it.
  • Best Friend: *descends in elevator, sees 9 foot tall humanoid ant corpse on the ground* Fucking gross! Do you know where it came from.
  • Doctor: No clue. It's why we called you here.
  • Best Friend: This isn't like any cryptid I've ever seen. It must be extraterrestrial in origin. Wait... is its body full of gummy worms? *hears the sound of the elevator going up behind her*
  • Best Friend: Doctor! Where are you going!? What the fuck!?
  • Doctor: Waves to her from the elevator.
  • Ant Humanoids: *appear from the shadows in the hundreds*
  • Best Friend: No, no, no, no! This can't be happening.
  • Ant Humanoids: *surround her*
  • Best Friend: Don't fucking come near me! I'm highly radioactive! You'll all die if you eat me.
  • Ant Humanoid in the back: *listening to comic book podcast*
  • Podcast Guy 1: So when it comes to Superman, I feel like there are actually two characters. Clark Kent, the man. Then there's Superman, the ideal. They're the same person but represent very different aspects of him.
  • Podcast Guy 2: Comic books are fucking stupid, my dude. *cellphone buzzes* Hold up, I gotta take this.
  • Podcast Guy 2: *gets an alert that his favorite fetish forum has updated, licks lips fuckingly*
  • Podcast Guy 2: *under breath* Oh yeah. A new radium dust sexual fanfic. Can't wait to tweak my noodle to this! Zoo wee mama!
  • Podcast Guy 1: What did you just say.
  • Podcast Guy 2: Nothing, man. We were talking about Superman. Let's continue with that.
  • Podcast Guy 1: Yeah, as I was saying. Superman would definitely be a power bottom and

Zen’s is his bad habits. He hates smoking & drinking but he cant bring himself to stop. He feels so alone and they’re the only things there for him when he feels like so. He gets nervous if he steps outside for a cigarette during something or when he has a “lucky beer” before doing anything important since its something he doesn’t want to do, yet he does anyways.

Jumin hates his “robot personality” the most. He envies 707’s sense of humor and ability to make MC and everyone laugh– He wishes he could too; but it normally backfires on him. He doesn’t understand why he’s like that, he just is. And it bothers him a lot.

Yoosung is insecure about his looks. He thinks he has a baby face, is too short and skinny etc. He really doesn’t like how childlike he looks– He feels like he cant come off serious or masculine to anyone around him despite wanting to so much.

Jaehee surprisingly doesn’t really like her hands. They’re riddled of scars from years of paper-cuts and calloused from carrying heavy document boxes and holding onto binders all day. She doesn’t like to shake hands much because of that fact, opting instead for a soft bow or curtsey.

Seven doesn’t like anything about himself. His looks; since he thinks he’s too chubby, his personality– since he thinks he’s annoying. Its why he likes going undercover so much; Its like putting on a mask and swiping all his insecurities under the rug for the day.

V doesn’t like the scar he has on his ankle from a bicycle accident that happened when he was a kid. Its fairly large, going a little ways up his leg and it still gets sore sometimes since it was directly on his bone. He usually wears long socks to cover it up most of the time since he doesn’t think it looks very appealing.

Saeran obviously hates everything about himself? But I think he hates his tattoo the most after being adapted into the RFA. It reminds him that no matter how hard he tries his past is always there, always imprinted on his body. It makes him feel like he’ll always be that person no matter the effort he tries to give into bettering himself.

bonus!

Elizabeth the 3rd doesn’t like that she snores when she sleeps. While her master seems to love it, ( she always wakes up with a camera in her face, ) she finds this rather un-ladylike.

How I draw Sebastian: Toboso Style

This is my tutorial on how I personally go about drawing Sebastian Michaelis, from Kuroshitsuji! (It isn’t the only way, I just find this works best for me. Many others will do it differently, its just about finding what works best for you) It is quite long, so i’m sorry if it drags on… This is especially for @bannu219 <3 I hope you find this helpful! I apologise for taking such a long time to finish it ^^ 

  • I first start with a circle for the top of the head, and roughly outline the chin. You will probably change this later and modify it, so don’t focus too much on making it ‘perfect’. Its simply a foundation for you to work detail into later. Make sure you are always light with your pencil, as you will be rubbing this out. You certainly don’t want dark lines remaining there. 
  • Yana herself stated that when she always draws Sebastian, she starts with his bangs. I find this give me a rough idea where the place the eyes and proportion his features correctly. The top of his head will always be a little higher than your sketched out circle, as you can see. In this particular sketch of mine, the wind is picking up Sebastian’s hair, that is why I have drawn it in this particular way. Also, have a rubber handy, so you can erase your foundation layer of pencil work. 


  • Next is the sketch of features. If you do a rough ‘prototype’ of his features, you can use your judgement on whether the proportion is correct and if it looks like him. Instead of working a lot of detail into an eye for example then realising it is out of proportion, too wide or small and having to erase it. This rough basis is perfect for testing out facial expressions and how to size everything correctly. 


  • Remember when I said that it was likely that you would rub out the outline of his face? Well I had to. I saw that the features I had drawn were too big and his facial shape too small; I needed it to be longer and more defined, to match his masculine jawline. 


  • When you are fairly happy with your outline of facial features and proportion, next is when it starts to come together; the finer detailing. You need to make sure you have erased all out of place lines and anything messy-looking. You want lines to look fine and concise. Bring together lines and shapes to form a more rounded and fluid finish. Make your ‘rough outline’ look more like a ‘sketch’. Basically, join lines together and tidy it up.  
  • Work into his eyes. Remember Seb has very distinctive, streamlined eyes. They usually look calm and strong, fringed with dark lashes. They are not cutesy and wide (Like our Ciel’s…) more fierce and intimidating. Work in finer detail, and tidy it up. 


  • Yay!


  • Now, I want to make a point here. This was my first finished Sebastian. It looks okay, however, to me something is a bit off about him. ಠ_ಠ I worked hard to get this result and I found that it wasn’t quite what I had imagined. (I’m not saying it’s bad, but because I drew it, I can point out flaws. You are naturally more critical of your own artwork. I am a bit of a perfectionist too, which is frustrating for me because sometimes you think something is wrong when its fine.) BUT I changed it. If your drawing frustrates you, go have a break and eat some chips or something then come back to it. A clear mind set really helps (Or maybe I just love chips  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )  What I’m trying to say is: Don’t be disheartened if your drawing did not turn out as you wanted it to. This happened to me, but I kept working into it and I changed it to what I wanted. After eating chips.

Now ladies and gentlemen, we are finished. As you can see, I changed the size of the eyes, and played around with their location. I also changed his jaw line once again. Everything needs shifting and changing when it comes to art. Proportion is everything - if you feel there is something not quite right about your Sebby, it is likely you need to change the size or position of your features. Sometimes a too long nose or chin will result in a too long face and vise versa. Sometimes this small difference is hard to spot, but once you do it can turn your picture around. If you cant spot it, just send me a picture and I can give some advice (to the best of my ability anyway) Even i’m still learning. But of course, the only master of drawing Sebastian will always be his creator!              If you have anything to say or questions, please feel free to message me!                   (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ     Thanks for reading, have a sinfully sweet night everyone <3 

anonymous asked:

okay but now im crying because im imagining that patton is the only one who understands that anxiety is so insecure and so just at like evey possible moment he gives words of encouragement. "and anxiety, you're-" "no whatever you asked me to do i didnt!" "-standing there and sulking in the corner!! good job!"

He wants to make sure Anxiety knows that people care for him, and is just overly optimistic and supportive of everything he does.

“Good job, Sport! You got out ta bed today!”

“Wonderful, that’s your second snack today! That’s more than yesterday!”

“Ah, look at you standing there glaring, I bet you worked hard on that glare!”

“Its okay, if you need to cry, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. You did your best today, and you were wonderful, sometimes things just don’t go to plan.”

Pietro Maximoff supporting his children at sporting events would include...

Requested by anon
“Pietro supporting his children at sporting events fluffiness”

If I’m being honest, I had no idea how to put this into a full one shot, and thought a headcanon would have been easier and sometimes they’re just as good :)

Headcanon / Full Masterlists

small authors note: i gave you and pietro three kids. gender/names are not specified so that is all how your mind picks it up; for the kids i used their ages to specify which one i was talking about and use “they/them” pronouns 

  • Pietro would be so happy his kids like sports
  • It’s even better if they like to run track/cross country
  • let’s say you and pietro have three kids 
  • And, obviously, he is all about the running and making sure to work out because running!is!fun!!!!
  • even if you don’t like it, somehow it get’s passed down to your kids
  • but you don’t argue
  • at least they’re outside being active
  • and not staying inside watching tv shows excessively and on the computer for hours at a time
  • (HAHA who am i kidding my kids will have a tumblr from day one)
  • but they’re making friends from it
  • and they enjoy it
  • and they’re very hyperactive i mean look at pietro he’s hyper in itself of course your kids are like him, too.
  • so it’s getting all that energy out
  • FORGET “SOCCER MOM” he is the ultimate soccer dad
  • because nearly every kid starts out playing soccer (even i did…and now look at me)
  • he will volunteer to bring all the snacks and water for the kids
  • then after the season ends he will throw a huge party 
    • sometimes he gets to have it at stark tower if tony is out of town
    • dont tell tony
    • he cant know
    • BUT THE KIDS LOVE HIM EVEN IF PIET IS A LIL CRAZY
  • he wishes he were the coach but with this superspeed thing it would be hard for the children to understand and he kinda has this whole “saving the world” thing on his shoulders so its probably not the best idea for him to do that
  • but damn
  • he is standing on the sidelines at every game
  • he is screaming for your kids team to get the ball
  • “RUN JUST A LITTLE FASTER, SON, YOU GOT THIS, DO IT LIKE I TAUGHT YOU! YES! YES! KICK IT IN THE GOAL! YOU ARE THE MAN! HELL YEAH!”
  • “pietro please don’t swear in front of the kids.”
  • pietro has gotten so into he’s sworn so much that he’s been asked to leave
  • pietro would be so hype to go to every. single. game.
  • Stark needed him for something? It can wait until after the game.
  • Cap needs him on a mission? He’ll be there once the game is over.
    • “Pietro, your kids will have a million games. You can miss this one.”
    • “They aren’t going to be this small ever again, I’m not missing the game. You are not my top priority, my kids are.’
  • fast forward a few years so we can talk about other sports than soccer
  • all throughout elementary school the eldest kid decides to stick with soccer and is really good at it
  • the middle kid ends up deciding soccer is not for them and picks up a bat ready to frickin hit that ball out of the park even if they are super small they still get home runs, and the youngest decides they like basketball.
  • and just because pietro is getting older does not mean he is getting any less hype. he will be hype all his life. he is pietro maximoff.
  • more years pass because there are more sports options as you get older so:
  • lets say now you and pietro have a sophomore (15-16 y/o), a eighth grader (13/14 y/o), and a seventh grader (like 12?)
  • in highschool the eldest is still sticking with soccer because they’re a fast runner and are really good, plus a bunch of their friends are still on the team and its really fun
  • BUT THEY ALSO DECIDE THEY WANT TO RUN CROSS COUNTRY
  • pietro almost cries when they come home saying they want to join the team
    • “I’ve been waiting for this day to come”
    • “dad, are you crying?”
    • “He’s just happy, dear, you know he loves to run.”
    • “but it’s…it’s just cross country…I’m not even on the team yet.”
    • “Let him have this…it’s better that way”
  • AND YOU THOUGHT PIETRO WAS INSANE WITH SOCCER? YOU HAVEN’T EVEN SEEN HIM AT A CROSS COUNTRY MEET. HE IS THE ONE YELLING THE LOUDEST FOR HIS KID, CHEERING THEM ON, SCREAMING WHEN HE CROSSES THE LINE
    • “yn i am so fucking happy they like running wE CAN ENTER MARATHONS TOGETHER BABE”
    • “im happy for you pietro”
  • and when the middle child is in 8th grade (13/14 y/o) they make the baseball/softball team 
  • so now they’re not in a random team outside of school this one is with the school
  • pietro loves to help throw the ball for them to hit back and run around the backyard
  • yes, the child and pietro have broken so many windows you have found non shattering glass
  • they still break it
  • but hey thats how the kid hits the home runs
  • the amount of balls on your roof though
  • there are so many
  • one day it gets to window out and everyone is at the table eating dinner and all the sudden like fifteen balls go past the window
    • “DAD THEY’RE BACK! WE CAN HIT EVEN MORE NOW!”
    • “please stop hitting them on the roof”
    • “THATS HOW WE KNOW THEY’RE GONNA ROCK AT THE GAME, YN, LET US HAVE THIS!”
  • there is no stopping pietro
  • okay and your youngest child is not as into sports as the other two, but really likes basketball
  • they don’t want to be on the school team, they like the community team better and have more friends there
  • the youngest is more introverted and quiet and at school, very shy, so they like to do a lot of reading and writing and you best bet they have a wattpad and a tumblr and an ao3
  • so when people from school hear that the youngest maximoff will literally scream on the court, no one believes it because no one from the school is on the community team and doesn’t think young maximoff is capable of screaming
  • one day they’re invited to play at recess 
  • and damn, young maximoff makes everyone’s eyes go wide when they get on the court
  • because they have skills
  • young maximoff knows what they’re doing
  • young maximoff will call someone out if something is wrong
  • young maximoff is not afraid to yell
  • young maximoff is a really good shot
  • but dang when recess is over and they go back to being their shy selves, people still want to talk to them and get to know them
  • and before they know it, young maximoff is asked to play basketball everyday
  • PIETRO IS SO EXCITED
  • BECAUSE HIS BABY IS FINALLY GETTING OUT THERE AT SCHOOL
  • EVEN IF THEY AREN’T ON THE SCHOOL TEAM, WHO CARES
  • THEYRE STILL PLAYING AT LUNCH
  • AND PIETRO IS SO EXCITED TO HEAR ALL THE STORIES FROM YOUNG MAXIMOFF AND THE SPORT
  • to wrap this up pietro loves his kids and is so so so so so so supportive and loves to watch them run around the field (or on a track) and is very pleased.
  • now he’s just waiting for the day one of them comes home saying “uh, mom, dad, i can run…really fast…like dad…”
  • because bruce told them since the power is in pietro’s dna it’s a possibility that the kids could have the power, too
  • but until then, you and pietro will watch from the sidelines with big smiles on your faces
  • pietro is soccer mom™
Professor Evans (1/?)

Summary: Professor Evans notices one of his student struggling so he has a meeting with them to find a solution. 

Pairings: Professor!Chris Evans x Reader 

Warnings: None, except reader feels like her best isn’t that good 

Word Count: 1k 

A/N: Chris Evans’s Esquire magizine photoshoot came out and broke the internet and made every fangirl imagine him as a teacher. So @chrisevansthedoritobastard wanted this and I volunteered, I present to you Professor. And the fic is based on this picture from the photoshoot (from Google) 👇🏻


Y/N argued with herself if she should see Professor Evans during his office hours, she wanted to but at the same time, she didn’t. Professor was a nice person, he wasn’t bitter like the others and he was understanding; if you couldn’t hand in a paper he would listen to why and help you out. Y/N thought she was doing well, always trying her best but after she got her paper back marked she realized that it wasn’t too good. Not only the mark was not expected but also the comment that Professor Evans left at the back;

Please come see me during my office hours

Right when class ended Y/N ran out, pretending not to see Professor Evans trying to catch her attention. The thing is if she didn’t go she would have to face him during the next class and Y/N hated confrontation. So here she was knocking softly on the Professor Evans office door. When Y/N heard a quiet ‘come in’, she took a deep breath and gave herself a mini pep talk and turned the knob. As she entered, she scanned the room looking for the professor; finding him lying on his couch prompted up by his left elbow, wearing his glasses. He was writing something and kept on going back to the red book he was holding in his left hand. There was no doubt that Professor Evans was attractive but she always reminded herself that it could never happen, that Professor would never risk this amazing job because of crushing on a student or even dating one.

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Connor Murphy x Reader ; Flower petals

Connor Murphy x Reader

 Request : @doilyloily 

 “ Write me some connor Murphy x reader where reader is really positive and when connor bumps into her and he thought she would make it dramatic and say that he attacked her, but she just “oh no, I’m sorry.” And he’s just so ??? Shook ??? And then they’re apparently neighbors so when she says hi and walks to school with him he’s also ??? Shook ??? And then after a while he’s just: oh heck I love you and BOOM it’s fluffy. Idk man. “ 

 Warnings: swearing, cuteness. 

 Y/N = your name 

 Y/L/N = your last name

Smack

Connor watched in horror as he saw books fall onto the concrete floor that weren’t his. Shit. He slowly looked up from his crouching position on the floor where he was picking up stray papers. It was Y/N. They had some classes together but they had never really talked. Her friends were popular, which meant he would probably get endless insults for the next week. Freak. Jerk. Why’d you attack her?

“Oh god, I’m so sorry!” Y/N yelped as she bent down as well.

 "Its, um, it’s fine. It was my fault anyway..“ Connor mumbled, trying to avoid eye contact at all costs. Once everything was picked up and he was about to run away, Y/N interrupted his escape. 

 "Connor, right? I’m Y/N,” you held out your hand. His eyes were huge, he paused before coming to his senses. He took your hand softly, as if he would shatter you. You looked strangely sincere when he finally met your eyes.

 "Oh yeah, hey,“ he drifted off, just wanting to get away from a social situation. Everyone was going to freak out at him! Connor Murphy talking to Y/N Y/L/N? What were the supposed to think?

 "I should uh- get to class.” He hurried off past you.Idiot! he muttered to himself as he kept his head down and rushed to his next class. why was she nice? Why hadn’t she screamed at him? Why didn’t she just yell freak and walk away? It would be better for her reputation If she just avoided the weird printer kid.

 Oh, you thought, he must be in a hurry. 

As he left you felt a strange sadness fill up inside you. Why were you sad? You had never really talked to him or anything but he just seemed so… genuine. you thought as you navigated through the halls and back to class. 


 It was cold outside and Connor cursed himself for not bringing a better sweatshirt. He sighed before he began walking in the direction of the school. The leaves were falling and they crunched under his old, beat up converse.

 "Connor! Wait up!“ His head whipped around when he heard you running towards him. Why would you want to be anywhere near him?

 "I didn’t know you lived so close by!” You said once you finally caught up to him. Trying to catch your breath as you tugged the sleeves of your sweater tighter around yourself. 

 He wanted to speak, but he couldn’t form any words. Why are you being nice? He just looked at you for a minute until you turned you head slightly, noticing his staring. He blushed lightly before you bumped his shoulder lightly.

 "Hey, you okay? I mean I thought maybe we could walk together to school now, since we’re acquainted…“ you trailed off when he didn’t respond. “U-unless you wanted to walk alone I could, uh, go.” It sounded more like a question instead of a statement, as if you didn’t want to leave. 

 His eyes went a little bit wider and he shook his head a bit. 

 "No! No, you’re uh, it’s fine. I get bored anyways.“ He offered a slight smile and hit your shoulder, copying your previous action. 

 "Oh! Ok great! I mean, cool.” You said, mentally slapping yourself for seeming to excited. You didn’t know that Connor actually found it endearing, and almost… cute?

 He chuckled slightly and matched his pace to yours as you made your way towards the school. You talked about autumn and leaves and stupid cold weather and how you loved the crunching sound under your shoes. He just listened and nodded, only really talking when you asked for his opinion. He much preferred to listen to you talk about how much you loved the trees newly orange leaves. 

 "Wow that walk goes by so much quicker when you talk to someone!“ You scoffed to yourself as you saw the school in the distance.

 "Yeah I guess.” He said simply. 

He felt a little sad now that it was over, he really enjoyed your company. That was a new feeling for him. He never really liked people, but you were just so excited about talking to him he couldn’t resist it. Your smile was contagious and the way the autumn wind blew your hair a little as you walked with the sun just beginning to come up made it ok like you had a halo. You were magnificent.

 "I’ll see you around? Maybe we can walk home together too!“ You said softly as you crossed the street to the school. 

 "Uh sure,” he said, a little stunned you actually wanted to talk to him again. “I um- I’ll wait by the front doors for you?” that sounded so stupid. Oh my god you were gonna think he was too eager.

 "That’s sounds great!“

 "Really?“ 

 "Yeah!“ 


It was 2:04 and he was starting to believe you weren’t coming.  i can’t believed I actually thought she would want to see me again. It was probably just a big joke. He was about to leave when he heard fast footsteps getting louder behind him. You huffed as you set down your extra book bag that you had to get from your extracurricular class.

 "Sorry, this damn class.” You took a deep breath and lunged the bag back on your shoulder. “Always with the extra projects.“ 

 "Oh, its okay! Uh, do you want me to carry one of your bags?” He pointed at the heaviest looking one and shifted his weight between his legs. Your cheeks turned red as you tentatively asked him if he was sure and told him that the bags were REALLY heavy. He just nodded and slipped it off your shoulder before slinging it on his own.

 "Thanks.“ You were blushing too hard for only knowing him for a day or two.

 It had been a month or so since that day, and everyday you would walk together to and from school. Sometimes he would even walk the extra block to drop you off. You became pretty close over the weeks and would hang out almost everyday at lunch. To say he was surprised in how humble you were would be an understatement. He thought you were going to just forget about him after a few days like everyone else, but you didn’t. It was the day you came to sit by him at lunch excited about something that he realized he might have a teeny tiny crush on you. Okay fine he was basically in love with you. 

 "Look! I found this flower near the bench outside and I- oh wow this is more embarrassing than I thought.” Your smile slowly faded as he looked at you quizzically.

 "You…?“ He asked raising an eyebrow. 

 "It just reminded me of you. I don’t know why…” You stammered turning pink. He plucked the flower from your hands and examined it, smiling slightly at the little orange flower. You were blushing madly as you watched him touch the petals lightly. Okay. Maybe you had a teeny tiny crush on him too. And by that you meant you were basically in love with him as well.


 On your way back from school a week or so later, he interlocked your hands. he was tense and expected you to rip your hand away, but you just sighed and wrapped your fingers around his. Then, he had an idea and he prayed it would work. Suddenly, he slowed his pace and he reached into his pocket.

 "Whatcha doin?“ You asked, confused, as you turned around to face him. He took a deep breath and walked a little closer towards you. He slowly pushed whatever was in his hand behind your ear as his cheeks heated up. the flower. You began to blush when you realized that he was staring at you. 

 "Whatcha looking at?” You said softly, he was so close to you, you just wanted to melt into him.

 "I think I’m in love with you, holy shit.“ He breathed out, he honestly didn’t think you heard him. When he felt your arms wrap around his shoulders and your head lay on his shoulder he was a little surprised. He stood still until eventually wrapping his hands around your waist. 

 "Holy shit, I think I’m in love with you too.” You murmured into his ear. His breath hitched as he let go of your waist and looked back at you.

 "Wha-“ you couldn’t even finish your question before he leaned in more. 

 "Is this okay?” He breathed, you could feel His breath tickled your face a little. You answered by leaning in and connecting your lips to his. They were surprisingly soft and warm despite the cold air around you. Your hands went around his neck and fiddled with the hair at the nape of his neck. He hummed slightly into the kiss when he felt you playing with his hair and shortly after, you broke away for air. 

 "Wow.“ You said softly as you unwrapped your hands from his neck and touched the tiny flower behind your ear, making sure not to let it fall as you pushed your hair behind it.

 "Wow.” He whispered back. He took your hand in his again and began to walk again, trying to keep his cool. You were dazed and let him drag you along before you eventually couldn’t take it anymore. Once you were in front of your house you stopped abruptly and turned to him.

 "Screw it.“ You said before you smashed your lips into his again.

 And again. 

And again.

I HAVE FINISHED ACOWAR. OH MY GOD.

Spoilers. 10/10 recommend. Also there’s a huge spoiler at the end end of the book. *evil cackles* Seriously. Read it. REEEEAD IT. NOW FOR YOUR VIEWING PLEASURE::

- Perhaps when my task here was done, I’d burn this manor to the ground, too. Starting with those roses.

- But it was the vines—the thorns—that had made it unlivable. My old bedroom had been overrun with them. They’d curved and slithered over the walls, entwined themselves amongst the debris. As if they’d crawled off the trellises beneath my windows, as if a hundred years had passed and not months.

- To see Ianthe. And at last decide how I was going to shred her into pieces.

- Healing. Alive and healing. I reminded myself of that every day. Even when I still heard their screams, smelled their blood.

- That was my first step: make Tamlin believe, truly believe, that I loved him and this place, and everyone in it. So that he would not suspect when I turned them on each other.

- Not to demand the whereabouts of the two sets of wings his father had kept as trophies after he’d butchered Rhysand’s mother and sister.

- I let my glow spread, until it, too, rippled from Lucien’s bowed form. A knight before his queen.

- I was the nightmare. Preying on what Tamlin had feared from my very first days here. I had not forgotten that long-ago fight he’d picked with Lucien. The warning he’d given him to stop flirting with me. To stay away. The fear that I’d preferred the red-haired lord over him

- “What have you done,” Lucien breathed, and Tamlin’s face was the picture of devastation as Lucien shoved him aside.

- And if I could have painted that moment, I would have named it A Portrait in Snares and Baiting.

- Alis squeezed my hand. “Blood rubies or no, you will always have one friend in the Summer Court.” My throat bobbed. “And you will always have one in mine,” I promised her. She knew which court I meant. And did not look afraid.

- “I’m going with you,” he said again, face splattered with blood as bright as his hair. “I’m getting my mate back.” There was no time for this argument. For the truth and debate and the answers I saw he desperately wanted. Tamlin and the others would have heard the shouting by now. “Don’t make me regret this,” I told him.

- Cassian had taught me to always have a second escape route. Always.

- “But I think letting his court collapse around him is a better punishment. Certainly longer than an easy death.”

- JESMINDA

- “Tell me about her—about Elain,” Lucien said quietly.

- Closer and closer to the shore, to the awaiting party of sentries that winnowed in out of nowhere. No, no, no—A shadow slammed into the earth before us, cracking the ice toward every horizon. Not a shadow. An Illyrian warrior.

- “There’s no such thing as a High Lady,” one of Lucien’s brothers spat. A faint smile played on my mouth. “There is now.” And it was time for the world to know it.

- And as those violet eyes met mine, as that familiar half smile faded … My face crumpled. A small, broken noise cracked from me. Rhys was instantly moving, but my legs had already given out. The foyer carpet cushioned the impact as I sank to my knees. I covered my face with my hands while the past month crashed into me. Rhys knelt before me, knee to knee.

- Lucien said nothing while Rhys spoke. Or when I continued with my tale, Cassian often chiming in with his own account of how it’d been to live with two mated-yet-un-mated people, to pretend Rhys wasn’t courting me, to welcome me into their little circle.

- “And you love him. And he—he truly does love you.” Lucien dragged a hand through his red hair. “And all these people I have spent my centuries hating, even fearing … They are your family.” “I think Amren would probably deny that she feels any affection for us—” “Amren is a bedtime story they told us as younglings to make us behave. Amren was who would drink my blood and carry me to hell if I acted out of line. And yet there she was, acting more like a cranky old aunt than anything.”

- “I hadn’t realized I was a villain in your narrative,” Lucien breathed.

- “As far as I can recall, Cassian,” Rhys countered drily, “you actually said you needed a reprieve from staring at our ugly faces, and that some ladies would add some much-needed prettiness for you to look at all day.” “Pig,” Amren said.

- “I’ll never forget it, you know,” he said, blowing out a breath. “The moment when he spoke to us all, mind to mind. When I realized what was happening, and that … he’d saved us. Trapped us here and tied our hands, but …”

- “Why should I be scared of an oversized bat who likes to throw temper tantrums?”

- Again, that dry, quiet smile. “Why do you think Illyrians are so fit?” “Why did no one warn me about this cocky side of yours?” Azriel’s mouth twitched upward.

- “Nesta,” the Bone Carver murmured. “Nes-ta.” I squeezed Cassian’s hand. Enough. It was enough of this teasing and taunting. But he didn’t look at me. “How the wind moans her name. Can you hear it, too? Nesta. Nesta. Nesta.” I wasn’t sure Cassian was breathing.

- But Rhys rubbed his jaw, weighing, thinking. Then he said simply, “Only Nesta would not just conquer Death—but pillage it.”

- They outright gasped as Rhys simply perched on the arm of the throne, smirked at me, and said to the Court of Nightmares, “Bow.” For they had not. And with me seated on that throne … Their faces were still a mixture of shock and disdain as they all dropped to their knees.

- Cassian was halfway to Mor when she whirled on Rhys and said, “Why?” Her voice broke. And something in my chest cracked, too, at the tears that began running down her face.

- Cassian casually slid Nesta behind him, his fingers snagging in the skirts of her black gown. As if to reassure himself that she wasn’t in Amren’s direct path. Nesta only rose onto her toes to peer over his shoulder.

- Elain was staring at the spymaster now—unblinkingly. “We’re the ones who need …” Azriel trailed off. “A seer,” he said, more to himself than us. “The Cauldron made you a seer.”

- I caught Cassian glancing at me for the third time in less than a minute and demanded, “What?” His lips twitched at the corners. “You just look so …” “Here we go,” Mor muttered from where she picked at her red-tinted nails against the stair banister.

- “Welcome to the court,” he said to her. “You’re about to have one hell of a first day.” And to my eternal shock, a smile tugged at Nesta’s mouth.

- as Kallias opened his mouth—And then my friend squealed. Squealed. Both females hurtled for each other, and Mor’s squeal had turned to a quiet sob as she flung her arms around the slender stranger and hugged her tight. The female’s own arms were shaking as she gripped Mor.

- VIVIANE IS BADASS

- “She is Fae.” “No shit,” Viviane muttered under her breath, and Mor’s snort was cut off as Kallias raised his brows at them. Helion ignored them.

- “I rescind the blood rubies. Let there be no debts between us.” “Don’t expect Amren to return hers,” Cassian muttered. “She’s grown attached to it.” I could have sworn a smile tugged on Varian’s mouth.

- But Viviane nodded, chin high, and rose. “I will fight with you.” Cresseida stood a heartbeat later. “As will I.” Both of them looked to the males in their court. Tarquin and Kallias rose. Then Helion, smirking at me and Rhys. And finally Thesan—

- I let my gaze dart through the room, half paying attention to Helion’s musing on the wall and how to repair it, then dared study the High Lord for a heartbeat. Look at him. The nose is the same, the smile. The voice. Even Lucien’s skin is darker than his brothers’.

- Nesta was watching me carefully. I admitted to her, “Sometimes … I have problems with small spaces.” “I can’t get into a bathtub anymore. I have to use buckets.” I hadn’t known—hadn’t even thought that bathing, submerging in water…“ Nesta said.
- Nesta stepped forward. Then another step. And another. Until she was in front of Graysen, faster than anyone could see. Until Nesta smacked him hard enough that his head snapped to the side. “You never deserved her,” Nesta snarled into the stunned silence as Graysen cupped his face and swore, bending over. Nesta only looked back at me.

- Run, the Suriel mouthed once more, blood dribbling past its withered lips. That was pain in its eyes. Real pain, as mortal as any creature. And if Ianthe took it alive to Hybern … The Suriel knew it was a possibility. It had begged me for freedom once … yet it was willing to be taken. For me to run. Its milky eyes narrowed—in pain and understanding. Yes, it seemed to say. Go.

- Amren found me within twenty steps, a wrapped bundle in her arms. “Every time you lot leave me at home, someone manages to get gutted.”

- Amren and Varian didn’t even bother to join us. No, she’d just wrapped her legs around his waist, right there in front of us, and he’d stood, lifting her in one swift movement. I wasn’t entirely sure how Varian managed to walk them out of the tent while still kissing her, Amren’s hands dragging through his hair, letting out noises that were unnervingly like purring as they vanished into the camp.

- “I CAN’T love him like that.” “Why?” “Because I prefer females.”

- “What?” she asked, coming to my side. “I was just thinking,” I said, smile growing, “that whenever you’re ready … I was thinking about how much fun I’m going to have playing matchmaker for you.”

- And then Nesta began screaming. Not in pain. But a name. Over and over. “CASSIAN.” Amren reached for her, but Nesta roared, “CASSIAN!” She scrambled to her feet, as if she’d leap into the skies.

- “He named his three personal ships after them,” Drakon said with a smile. And there, sailing at the front … I beheld the names of those ships. The Feyre. The Elain. And leading the charge against Hybern, flying over the waves, unyielding and without an ounce of fear … The Nesta. With my father … our father at the helm.

- The talons came first. Replacing fingers and feet. Then dark scales or perhaps feathers, I couldn’t get a look at them, covered his legs, his arms, his chest. His body contorted, bones and muscles growing and shifting. The beast form Rhys had kept hidden. Never liked to unleash.

- threw herself to her knees before Cassian. “Get up,” she sobbed, hauling at his shoulder. “Get up.” He tried—and failed. “You’re too heavy,” she pleaded, but still tried to raise him, fingers scrabbling in his black, bloodied armor. “I can’t—he’s coming—”

- Nesta didn’t stop him as he leaned up and kissed her—lightly. As much as he could manage. Cassian said softly, brushing away the tear that streaked down her face, “I will find you again in the next world—the next life. And we will have that time. I promise.”

- “Don’t you touch my sister.”

- Rhys’s face was battered—bloody. His hands were still tipped in talons, his canines still elongated. Barely out of that beast form. “You—you freed her—” He was stammering. Shaking. I wasn’t entirely sure how he was even standing.

- It took me a moment to grasp it. What I saw. Rhys was sprawled on the rocky ground, wings draped behind him. He looked like he was sleeping. But as I breathed in—It wasn’t there. That thing that rose and fell with each breath. That echoed each heartbeat. The mating bond. It wasn’t there. It was gone. Because his own chest … it was not moving. And Rhys was dead.

- “Be happy, Feyre.” Tamlin said quietly.

- “Someone fish out dear Amren before she catches a cold.”

- “Hasn’t anyone told you? You’re disgustingly rich.” “Just because I have money doesn’t mean I need to spend it.” He squeezed my knee. “Good. We need someone with a head for money around here. I’ve been bleeding out gold left and right thanks to our Court of Dreams taking advantage of my ridiculous generosity.”

- A gift. All of it.

- There are more tales to be told in the land of Prythian … THE SERIES WILL CONTINUE IN 2018

(HOLY SHIT YESSSSSSS)

The Name Game

 Pairing: Finn Balor x Reader

Summary: Finn and Y/N find out the sex of their baby. Though the news is happy, the two cannot, for the life of them, agree on a name. 

Warnings: None! Super cute and fluffy. 

Word Count: 6,937

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If this were any other Saturday in Florida, Finn and Y/N could have been found doing a number of things. 

One, they probably could have been lounging poolside while the sun beat down heavy on their skin. 

Two, they could have been throwing a spur of the moment barbecue for them and all their friends, drinking like frat stars until one wound up with their head in the toilet while the other giggled and took embarrassing photos to post throughout the locker rooms the next live event; normally it was Y/N who couldn’t handle all her liquor, but Finn had his fair share of moments as well.

Three, the two of them could have easily been found locked in his air-conditioned condo, tangled up in the cool, white sheets while fingers and mouths explored the soft, bare skin each knew all too well. 

If this were any other Saturday, life for them would be completely simple.

But, this Saturday was different, and this mid-August day was one that neither saw coming so soon. 

It was supposed to be a traditional routine; date, get engaged, marry, and then maybe have a few children. 

Y/N should have known nothing was going to be traditional with Finn. Hell, the first time they’d locked eyes had been nowhere near traditional. 

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some soft klance things
  • the castle is really cold at night, so a lot of the time keith will slip into lance’s room for warmth.
    • he doesn’t know how, but lance is always very warm and soft. (keith suspects this is because lance is like sunshine: glowing and radiant and full of life and energy. but he’d never say that out loud, because that’s like, super lame.)
    • and keith finds space really, really cold; living in the desert in dry, hot, awful heat for an entire year with no AC, and then suddenly being thrown into the void??? yeah, he’s not dealing well with the transition
    • it’s kind of a Thing between them. neither of them speak about it. they never speak about the way keith will slide under the covers beside lance, or the way lance just instinctively snuggles closer and throws an arm over keith’s waist, or the way keith’s entire being thaws when he sees how peaceful lance looks when he’s sleeping.
    • once they’re finally Official™ keith will make a point to tell lance how pretty he is when he’s sleeping, and lance will fluster and reply with a stuttered “yeah well–you– you’re pretty all the time, so suck it.”
    • (they’re both blushing messes for like, an entire week after this)
  • lance doesn’t deal well with quiet, and most of the time, that’s what space is. there’s no background hum of electricty– altean technology is completely soundless, they’ve discovered– or of wind or rain or family or anything. it’s so quiet it’s deafening, and lance always feels like he’s suffocating.
    • more often than not, it’s hunk who notices first; they grew up together, so he can tell as soon as lance is starting to panic. he’ll usually take lance somewhere private and just talk to him until he calms down.
    • keith notices this and wants to help, too. he’s not really good at talking, but lance is his boyfriend, and he hates feeling like he’s useless.
    • so one time lance starts getting really quiet and tense and he’s starting to shake gently and hunk is Nowhere To Be Found, keith is the only one there, so he does the first thing he can think of and just (hesitantly) pulls lance into a hug and starts rambling some senseless story about a really cool lizard he found in the desert one day.
    • eventually lance is shaking harder and keith is about to just go get hunk because oh god he’s making it worse but then lance looks up at him and his eyes are rimmed red from crying but he’s smiling and laughing
    • keith melts and chokes on his tongue and loses his ability to create words, but that’s okay, because lance is hugging him back and kissing his cheeks and whispering “thank you” and “i love you” over and over again.
  • lance gets keith to do a face mask with him like, at least twice a space-equivalent of a week. 
    • keith doesn’t really care all that much about skincare, obviously. he’s just a ‘splash water on your face and go’ kinda guy. when lance learns this, he is horrified.
      • “you don’t even wash?” 
      • “well i used to use soap sometimes but–”
      • “like hand soap???”
      • “yeah. like dove or whatever shiro had around.”
      • shiro used dove????”
      • “yeah i guess? i didn’t pay attention to what he washed his face with lance what the hell”
      • “HEATHENS, BOTH OF YOU”
    • so yeah lance is deeply offended. he’s like, “you’ve offended me, my mother, and ALL of my ancestors with your CARELESS ANTICS” and keith snorts and pins his hair back and says “then teach me, you moron” and lance is shook and goes “oh. yes. okay”
    • he somehow managed to create a few different face masks with space goo + ingredients that mimic like, clay, shea butter, coconut oil, etc. from around the universe and he slathers this muddy looking one all over keith’s face.
      • “for detoxification, retexturising, and radiance,” says lance.
      • “alright,” says keith, who doesn’t know what that means.
    • it has to stay on for a half hour so they’ll spend that time just laying there shoulder to shoulder on lance’s bed, sometimes holding hands, talking about whatever, until keith starts grimacing and saying “its getting all hard and dry and i can’t move my face” and lance says “that’s normal” and keith looks at him, horrified
      • lance: starts laughing
      • keith, trying desperately not to: STOP don’t make me laugh MY FACE IS CRACKING
      • lance: laughs harder
  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: why does jughead say there were only really three people in that booth when he was DEFINITELY THERE AS A SOLID FOURTH PERSON? does he mean the other three only had eyes for each other? does he mean he felt he didn't belong there, or does he mean that he feels he fundamentally doesn't matter to these people, who seem to be the only people he knows and is at least vaguely friendly with? what happened between jughead and archie? why does jughead think this boy who took a hard punch for him doesn't care about him? how quickly did archie start to call betty his "best friend" after he ditched jughead? or was that already how it was? why does nobody tell jughead every day that is wonderful and worthwhile and that he is very funny and actually jughead it's very nice to see you happy sometimes although sure sardonic sad mooning insomniac is a surprisingly good look on your face, well done on that? does jughead understand archie not-hugging him as a selfless act of love against archie's own nature because look at archie, he's a giant confused teddy bear who just wants to hug his friends because that's how he communicates feelings best? does archie understand that too? does jughead feel like in order to be able to survive high school he has to not exist as himself or a person for much of it? is he just trying to disappear to survive? in which case why is his sass-o-meter constantly turned up to 11? why doesn't he have a little coterie of freshman journo-wannabes with unfortunate beanies? do any of jughead's friends admire his hair from a respective distance but sincerely tell jughead that it looks good? when is veronica going to carefully paint his nails in with a scuzzy black nail varnish? why does this mean so much to me? jughead deserves many hugs and burgers entirely on his own terms!!!! why doesn't archie hold him, respectfully, in private!!!! "is this ok man? i just... i missed you, you know?" while archie's dad sheds an Extremely Proud tear bc the boys Need Each Other, They Always Have. is veronica ever going 2 get 2 say "it's time to be the protagonist in your own story, girl!" to jughead? is he ever going to get to know that he is loved and hat he deserves to b loved???? THIS IS THE ONLY SUSPENSE I NEED

anonymous asked:

Hey hey~ I was wondering if you could write a scenario in which MC works in the same field as RFA+V & Saeran and is v good, even to the point they're rivals? At first nobody has a clue, but the truth comes out eventually 😏 Thank you so very much for this blog! You guys are amazing ❤️

Anon said: Hi! HCs for 707 after finding out that his s/o is an agent too? )^o^( request are open so I immediately took the chance since i love this blog so muuuch 


Awww, you all are sweet! Hope you like these~


Zen:

  • You actually had a crush on him when you two starred in your first musical together
  • He inspired you to work hard after that
  • You both ended up becoming very popular, and always tried your best to outshine the other
  • Whether or not you were acting together
  • When the whole thing with the messenger happened, you thought he would hate you with your little rivalry going on
  • So you kept your identity secret
  • Things go on and you two flirt a little and get to know each other on a personal level
  • But then you go to his house
  • There’s no hiding who you are now, and when he opens the door, he’s stunned for a good five minutes
  • You thought he hated you, but he’s just really confused
  • He admits when you first worked together, he too kinda felt attracted to you
  • It gets a little complicated when you start dating, because there’s the possibilities of scandals and also the company contracts
  • So, you two decide to keep your relationship secret from everyone but Seven and Yoosung for a long time, just to be on the safe side
  • Thankfully, things work out and Zen is able to work independently from any company
  • You two are able to go public in your relationship while still chasing your dreams in acting

Yoosung:

  • You attend the same university as Yoosung but you don’t know
  • You start complaining about a certain professor, which kind of clues him off
  • But then one day he’s in class and you’re in the chat talking excited about getting an A on a test you failed
  • He looks to the side and saw you taking a picture…a few moments later, a picture appears in the chat
  • Instead of coming over and talking to you, he felt like you inspired him a bit
  • He starts working hard again at school, bringing his grades back up quickly
  • It’s amusing seeing you work harder to beat him, sometimes complaining about some random student throwing off your grading curve
  • When a big test rolls around, he’s finally ready to reveal himself
  • He logs into the chat after its over and starts asking how the test went
  • You’re so absorbed in talking with him that you don’t realize you two are discussing detailed questions
  • You stop half way when it hits you
  • You look up and he shoots finger guns at you from across the hall
  • On the bright side, you two can combine your smarts for finals

Jaehee:

(AU where she opens the cafe without meeting you at the party)

  • You both owned cafes that were right next to each other
  • You always had this healthy rivalry going, and some customers even swore loyalty to one or the other
  • You two had never met though with all the busyness
  • Then the whole thing with the RFA happened
  • Jaehee noticed that the cafe next to hers had been shut down for the same amount of time you were told not to leave the apartment
  • She put two and two together and asked if it was you
  • It was odd speaking in the cafe since you had always been an unknown rival this whole time
  • But Jaehee ends the rivalry and keeps your cafe afloat while you’re dealing with the RFA
  • Once you’re allowed to leave the apartment again, you two get even closer
  • After a few months, you start planning a new project
  • You combine your skills and resources and break down the wall in between our cafes
  • A little renovation later, and you two become partners at a bigger and better cafe

Jumin:

  • His father wanted Jumin to marry this other young CEO from another company to combine companies
  • He was completely against the idea
  • You happened to be that brilliant CEO of another large company, so it happened
  • But you were also against the idea
  • You and Jumin’s first meeting was really rocky and he was really cold towards you
  • So, when you first entered the chatroom, you didn’t say who you were because you didn’t want it to be awkward
  • He acted a little different than from your first meeting
  • He was nicer and actually kind and you found youself actually falling for him
  • But you were still scared to tell him who you were
  • Seven wasn’t so reticent, so he told Jumin who you were after the background check
  • Suddenly Jumin started opening up to you more and more
  • Eventually it slips out that he knows
  • He starts inviting to you house and on outings
  • It works out really well as he’s happy, you’re happy, and your parents are happy
  • But you two still have a healthy competition when it comes to business idea


Seven:

  • When you got caught up in the apartment thing, it was the least of your worries
  • You could handle hiding your identity, appearing as an innocent whirled into this mess
  • You were more worried that your rival at the agency was in this chat with you
  • You were a bit nervous at first, but you just went along with it
  • You found he was actually kind of nice when he wasn’t hacking against you
  • You would blush whenever he would make comments that 606 was his girlfriend, because that happened to be your agency number
  • Little did you know, he actually had the biggest crush on you from agency work…since you two did end up talking a few times before
  • It was a mess for both of you when he abandoned work at the agency to come and rescue from the bomb–despite your protests
  • When he started pushing you away because of the stress of not being able to finish his project at the agency, you were getting sick of his crap
  • You pull out your own equipment and finish the project for him
  • He gets a notification from Vanderwood that the project was carried out perfectly and the client was happy
  • He knows there’s only one person who was as good as he was…and when he finally notices the equipment in front of you, your identity is out
  • There’s a weird mix of him yelling at you and confessing to you at the same time
  • You guys have a long discussion about the agency and all the stuff you two put up with
  • You both come to conclusion that you needed to leave together, and with the skills of you both, it would be much easier

Saeran:

  • You were another unfortunate who got dragged into Mint Eye
  • You were just as good a hacker as he, so you two competed for Rika’s approval
  • When you found out about his plan with infiltrating the RFA, you did what you could to stop it
  • Even if it meant helping 707 and whoever he chose to go into the apartment
  • He took you helping his brother as an absolute betrayal to Mint Eye
  • So when you two were rescued, he cut himself off from you completely
  • Unfortunately, your healing process wasn’t overseen with loving family like he was
  • You got the psychological treatment, but you were still bitter
  • You ran into him at some public place much, much later and you can tell he’s different and…softer
  • But you still feel tense and on edge and try to avoid him
  • He already sees you though and comes to talk to you
  • He starts talking about starting new and ending the hostility between you two
  • You’re skeptical, but something about how calm he is intrigues you
  • You agree every once in awhile and talk about what happened
  • These sessions become addicting, just as his presence becomes addicting to you
  • Without the rivalry, you find Saeran is very similar to you
  • Neither of you had a moment where you established a relationship
  • Your bond was just something that came naturally and was something that was understood

V:

We couldn’t really see him getting competitive in a rivalry. So instead of making him OOC, we’re omitting him for now.


Good night
  • <p> <b>John:</b> Good night, Paul.<p/><b>Paul (closing his eyes):</b> Good night, John.<p/><b>John:</b> *stays watching Paul sleep for a few seconds*<p/><b>Paul (still with eyes closed):</b> John.<p/><b>John:</b> Yes?<p/><b>Paul:</b> stop looking at me.<p/><b>John (still looking at Paul):</b> I'm not looking at you.<p/><b>Paul:</b> Yes, you are.<p/><b>John:</b> Ok.<p/><b></b> *Some minutes later*<p/><b>Paul:</b> *opens his eyes and sees that John is still staring at him*<p/><b>John:</b> I'm sorry, Paul. I'm going to sleep.<p/><b>Paul:</b> You can look. It's hard not to do, you know.<p/><b>John:</b> Oh, really? So I'll never look at you again! *rolls over the bed and close his eyes, pretending to sleep*<p/><b></b> *Seconds later*<p/><b>Paul:</b> Jooohn<p/><b>John:</b> Hmm<p/><b>Paul:</b> You'll really never look at me again?<p/><b>John (with muffled voice):</b> I'll look sometimes.<p/><b>Paul *smiles*:</b> Good night, John.<p/><b>John:</b> Good night.<p/></p>