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anonymous asked:

"you were the lilac blossoms of spring and i was the glistening, murderous lava, yet you still loved me" prompt based-ish on your header image ((it's so cool!! i can't tell what it is but it's so cool!!)



Seung-gil glanced up as a body draped over his back and a camera appeared in front of his face. He barely had a second to blink before the flash went off, blind him momentarily.

“Wǎan jai,” Phichit whined, “Why didn’t you smile?” His boyfriend of two years whined before getting off his back and appearing beside him with a pout and his phone inches from his face.

“What does that mean?” he questioned while bending down slightly to get a better look at the photo. He didn’t mind the photo, it was rather cute. Phichit on his back with an arm around his neck grinning wildly for the camera which he stared blankly at. He made a note to try and send it to himself next time Phichit was separated from his phone, maybe he would have the chance tonight if Phichit fall asleep before him.

“What? Wǎan jai?” Phichit repeated while closing the photo and slipping it away. He hummed softly in confirmation, earning a bright smile in response.

“It’s just an endearment. Nothing bad, promise!” Phichit said with a wink before leaning up on his toes to plant a kiss on his cheek.

“Endearment,” he mumbled while quickly grabbing Phichit’s hand before the tanned male could slip away.

“Yes, endearment. Use one on me,” Phichit gasped, looking up at him excitedly. He stared down at his boyfriend as a light blush covered his cheeks.

“You want me to use-“

“To use an endearment on me. Please!” Phichit begged. He stared down at his boyfriends face for a moment before gently squeezing Phichit’s hand.

“Yobo,” he said ever so softly.

“Again.” Phichit demanded, startling him.

“Yobo,” he repeated, clearly and a little louder this time.

“Again.” He raised an eyebrow, not understanding why Phichit wanted him to say it again.

“Chagiya,” he said instead, earning himself an excited look.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you speaking Korean?”

Seung-gil couldn’t help but snort and shake his head in amusement.

“Lilac,” he stated simply, earning a confused look from his boyfriend.

“That was in English?” Phichit said hesitantly, clearly not sure.

“Yes,” he hummed before pulling Phichit closer, “but you are my Lilac.”

“Why a lilac?” Phichit questioned while wrapping his only free arm around his neck, holding them closely together.

“You are my lilac blossom of spring,” he mumbled while pressing their foreheads together.

“Oh? And what are you?”

“Glistening, murderous lava,” he replied while letting his eyes slide closed.

“Huh?” Phichit mumbled, confusion clear in his tone.

“You are my lilac blossom of spring and I am the glistening, murderous lava. And yet, you still love me.” He mumbled, content to just stand there pressed against his boyfriend.

“Where did that come from, you dork?” Phichit chuckled before shoving him back a step, he opened his eyes just in time to watch Phichit grab his face in both hands and draw him into a deep kiss.

“But I love you too,” the words were mumbled against his lips and they tasted so sweet.


“I’ll be the only one to stay by Maa~kun’s side. That’s why, be thankful… Stay with me until I die. Spoil me and take care of me. It’s a “promise.” Please don’t forget it.”

The Stromes and McDavids - Part II

(1) (3) (4)

Word Count: 1487

Player: Connor McDavid (Edmonton Oilers/Erie Otters)

Warning/s: mild swearing

This is a repost of my own work!

Originally posted by konecny

“Dyl.”, you groaned, continuing to shove waffles into your face.

Connor was standing behind the counter, watching you and Dylan curiously. After the weird car ride home from school, during which Dylan made bizarre comments about your attention being somewhere else all the time, he had continued his investigation in the kitchen. But you were having none of it. Dylan could be persistent and annoying when he wanted to be.

“She’s seeing someone but she won’t tell me who it is.”, Dylan snarled.

Connors’ eyes found yours, a frown on his face. You snapped away from his gaze, glaring at Dylan with anger rising in your chest. Where the hell did that all come from? Everything had been fine two weeks ago!

“Dylan, stop it. I’m not seeing anyone.”, you snapped.

“Really? You’re always on your phone, constantly checking your emails and you are so mysterious, always leaving the room to answer a phone call, claiming it’s Ryan!”, your brother listed, really frustrated with you.

He was right, you were hiding something but you didn’t have a boyfriend. It would be weird considering that three weeks prior to Dylan’s questioning, you had been kissing Connor in some dark closet at a party.

“Because it is! I’m not dating anyone. Am I not allowed to call Ryan in private? Stop digging through my business. It’s annoying.”, you cautioned, putting your food down.


“Idiot!”, you shot back, loudly jumping off the counter. 

You walked up the stairs, leaving the boys in the kitchen. You were having none of Dylan’s shit. He was mindlessly throwing accusations at you out of pure curiosity but you were stressed enough already. All Dylan heard was your door slamming shut, making him flinch. Connor waited for a few seconds before he sighed.
“I’m gonna talk to her. Be right back.”, he excused himself, walking upstairs.


His soft knock was what interrupted you while you were hiding your face in your pillow. You wanted to scream. Of course, Dylan wouldn’t drop this. Which meant you had to tell him soon.

“Come in, Con.”, you called out, flipping over.

Your hair was going absolutely rogue. A few streaks were lying across your forehead as you watched Connor. He came in, closing the door behind him in the process. Connor looked at you for a second, before he came up to the bed and lay down next to you, propped up on his arms.

“Did the idiot send you?”, you mumbled.

Connor extended one of his hands. He shook his head, gently putting your hair back into its place. Instead of pulling his hand back, though, he rested in on your cheek. His mind was whirling. He looked distracted for a second before he moved his body closer to yours, leaning in for a kiss.

Shock took possession of your body, as you watched Connor come closer and closer. You hadn’t really talked about the kiss at the party and you sure as hell didn’t share another kiss after that.

You really wanted to kiss him, that wasn’t the problem. But if you’d allow it, he would be affected by your secret too and you didn’t want that. So you brought your hands up in front of you, pushing against his chest carefully.

“Connor. Stop.”, you murmured. 

Connor’s eyes fluttered open. He looked at you for a second, so close that you didn’t allow yourself to breathe. But then he pulled back, giving you enough space to sit up. The disappointment was visible in his eyes as he sat up himself.

“So you are seeing someone.”, he stated.

“I’m not. Really.”, you emphasized.

“Then why would you stop me from kissing you? Three weeks is a really short time for someone to just completely change their mind.”

“It would only make things complicated. And with Dylan and graduation… I don’t think we should be doing this.”

“So you don’t want to kiss me because it would make things complicated? Really? Couldn’t you have thought about that three weeks earlier? Or about Dylan? Because you didn’t seem to mind the way I can remember!”, he snapped. 

You brought a little more space between the two off you, shocked by his reaction. But before you could say anything, he continued talking.

“I never said anything to you about feelings and stuff! You kissed me. And now you’re telling me that you just don’t want to mention it again? You’re confusing as hell-”, he rambled.

“Edmonton.”, you interrupted.

Connor gave you a confused look, his frustration obviously gone. 


“Connor, I’m leaving Erie.”, you confessed, biting your bottom lip.

Connor looked like someone just hit him with a truck. You had never mentioned Edmonton aside from the usual hockey talk, and now this. When did you plan all of this?

“Edmonton?”, he asked, at a complete loss for words.

“More specifically the University of Alberta. That’s where I want to go after I graduate. And it’s also the reason that I have been talking to Ryan more than usual. He’s been helping me send in my admission.”

“Alberta?”, Connor asked again, still confused.

“Connor, I’ve known for a while that I won’t stay in Erie. And I wanted to go to college. Study law. So I sent out Admissions. Toronto, Edmonton, and a few others. But Edmonton is where I want to go to. It’s my dream school. I kept it a secret until now. Because I didn’t want everyone to know in case they don’t accept me.”, you explained with a sigh.

Connor was silent, just staring at you. He looked from you to his hands and back before he finally settled his gaze on you.

“So you’re just going to leave?”

“It’s not a big deal, Connor, really.”

“Not a big deal? Moving across the damn country is not a big deal to you?”

“What did you expect? I mean it’s not like you or Dylan are staying here. So why am I supposed to? That’s how it’s going to be. Dylan is going to get drafted. You too. I will go to college. It’s called growing up.”, you answered softly.

But Connor was still disappointed, you could see it. He stood up from your bed and walked to the door.

“Connor?”, you asked, totally confused.

“I gotta go. Dylan’s waiting. Have fun in Edmonton.”, he pressed out, so forced that you could actually hear his clenched jaw out of his words.

“Ok, what’s going on?”, Dylan asked later, standing in your doorway. 

You shifted slightly, patting the bed next to you. You were both laying there, staring at the ceiling. After Connor stormed out you were thinking about everything, not able to focus on anything else.

“Connor was angry as hell when he came down. What did you do to him?”, Dylan joked.

“I told him the truth.”, you breathed.

“About what?”

“About my plans for the future. Which is coincidentally the same reason why you think I have a boyfriend.”

Dylan turned his head to look at you, both of you sitting up. You got your computer from the bedside table and turned the display on, the UAlberta’s starting page still open. You watched Dylan’s gaze as he stared at the header in confusion until realization dawned on his face.
He turned around to you, watching you for a second before looking back to the computer.

“You’re gonna move to Edmonton?”, he asked, obviously surprised.

“If I’m getting accepted, yes.”

“They would be stupid not to take you. But is that what you want to do?”

“Yes. It’s my dream college, Dyl. And I wanted to wait with telling you because I know you can act like a special snowflake from time to time.”, you snickered.
Dylan chuckled, lying back down, this time on his stomach, facing the screen.

“So come on.”, he ordered.


“I at least want you to show me which faculty you want to study in. And which sports teams they got.”

You smiled at how good your brother was taking the news, as you settled down next to him.

“You know that Connor is probably angry because he likes you, right?”, Dylan suddenly said as you were just about to open the next page. You looked at him before you nodded slightly.


“And does he know you like him too?”

You looked at Dylan in shock. He didn’t seem to have a problem with it. He was calm, just straight up asking his questions.

“Kind off.”, you admitted.

Dylan nodded, before he turned back to the page, reading the first words.

“Well then, tell me about the… uh, Pandas?”

anonymous asked:

are you still taking requests? ^^ your header says they're open but you have so many i'm worried... but on the off-chance you are, could i request 1 and 8 angst with shingen? where shingen says 1 but mc says 8? >< sending lots of love and support your way <3

Yes, I was still taking requests but I just realized how very full my inbox is. OMG, have so much to write! I’ve been busy with school and haven’t really gotten the time to just settle down to write a GOOD fanfic. I’m so sorry guys! But here’s your fanfic anon!


1. “I said I love you,” +8. “I know you’re lying,”

“I love you.”

Just those three words words were enough to stab a knife in her heart. She knew so well that it was a lie. But why did she wanted it to be real? How could he lie to her after what she had just witnessed?

“What did you say?” She asks for him to repeat his words. Maybe it was out of anger, to see if he would dare lie to her face. Or maybe it was because she wanted to hear those false words in hope that they were real. No matter what the reason was, she waited for him to repeat those words.

“I said I love you,” Shingen repeats without hesitation.

But all she could do was scoff. She was so angry but hurt at the same time. “I know you’re lying.”

“I’m not—”

“If you’re not lying, then why accept the marriage proposal?!” Her voice came out much louder than she had intended. But she didn’t cared if everyone could hear them. After all, she was already made a fool for being lied to when Shingen had accepted the marriage from a Nobel Lady of some sort.

“Was I not enough…?” The tears that had threatened to fly out now came swimming down her soft cheeks. Her voice was lowered, he could hear how heartbroken she was. The pain in her heart couldn’t even begin to describe how hurt she felt.

Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore and her legs gave out, causing her knees to fall.

“Do not touch me,” she flicks Shingen’s hand away when he tried to touch her. Although she was far too weak for the Tiger of Kai, Shingen knew he couldn’t do anything that wouldn’t please her.

“I know…I know far more than anyone else that I’m just an average common girl. But…” her voice cracks. “You didn’t needed to do that to put me back in my place. If you didn’t loved me, you could had said that instead of lying to make me feel better. I don’t need that. I don’t need your sympathy.”

The once Lady of the Tiger of Kai was now on the floor looking as a maid again. She couldn’t even look at him in the eye, she didn’t wanted to.

“Would it had been better if I was a Nobel Lady? Would that be easier for you? Would you love me if I was one of them? Is me being a common village girl a threat to your title?”

The questions pours out nonstop. She couldn’t stop the tears from flowing and neither could she stop wondering why. But if it was his wish, she knew even herself could not refuse him. Her job as a Lady was gone. She was back to being someone out of reach from the Tiger. Back from the bottom.

“Fine.” She stands up and bows one last time to her Lord without making eye contact. “Have it your way,”

Was the last thing she said before turning her back on Shingen and leaving his chamber, never to return there again.


writing prompt

While writing this, ~Lie by BTS Jimin~ was the music I was listening to. Lol, goes so well with each other. I know it was last week but I still can’t get over them winning the Billboard!!! My bias made it!!😍😆👊

Crazy cat lady

This is the first time in forever that i wrote anything. Idk i just really felt like it. This idea came about because my cat slept on me for like half the day. + Josh and cats how cute?

Y/@ means your instagram name and J/# means Josh’s Number.

I hope you enjoy it.


It all started when you posted a few pictures of your cats on your blog. In the beginning they got a few notes just like any other picture you posted. After a while they started to gain more notes and you posted mainly about your cats. They were your distraction for when work was just too much to handle and they made you feel not so lonely in your apartment. Soon your following grew and you started to get messages about everything from how these pictures brighten someone’s day to questions about how to care for cats. You made posts talking about how your cats help with your anxiety and how they were the perfect pets. You still remember the first message he sent you, he was just telling you that your pictures made him smile on days where he wasn’t feeling great. You replied like you would to anyone and went on with your life. He started to message more often, soon ending it with a J., to indicate it was him. You chatted about random things at times and you felt kind of sad that he still was on anonymous so you had no idea who was really behind these texts. The first time you posted a picture with your face in it, he messaged you again, this time not anonymous. He had drums as his profile picture and his header was an empty stage. Great you still didn’t know who this J was, a drummer but that was all. He asked you if you could give him your instagram name. It confused you, why would he want to do that? Even though you felt kind of excited by the thought of him maybe liking you, you also felt a little bit creep out knowing, if you gave him your instagram name he would know so much more about you than you about him. You wrote back “Only in exchange for yours”. When he answered, you  felt kidded by him , his answer was “Mine is @joshuadun, now your turn.”. As if, knowing who Josh Dun was you couldn’t believe him. However you still sent back a reply with “Yeah sure, mine is y/@. At least I don’t lie to people on the Internet.”. After that you hadn’t heard from him for a few days, you didn’t want to admit it but it bothered you. Finally you found the courage to message hum first, “Hey, J. I’m sorry, I believe you okay? I didn’t mean it like that. Don’t be mad. Please.”. No answer for days, a week later he still hadn’t replied. Every time you opened the app and there still was no reply from him, your heart dropped a little.  You did now think that you would get so attached to a stranger that you chatted with for about a month. You felt like you knew him on a personal level but at the same time you felt like you knew nothing about him.

Another few days later and your phone starts to blow up like crazy, notifications going off every few seconds. Instagram, weird you never got any notes on there. Until today, when one of your many cat pictures blew up, people commenting and liking it. The comments finally gave you an explanation for all of this. J well Josh liked the picture and commented on it how cute your cats were, with that people started doing the same, following their idols action.

Shortly after you got a message saying “Do you need any more proof?”. You probably should have waiting a little before replying but you got so excited to talk to him again that you wrote back immediately  “No, like I said I already believed you, Josh.”. It had dawned on you days before, the drums as a profile pic, J for Josh, it just made sense. With that you two were messaging again like crazy. 

J: “Sorry I didn’t get back to you earlier, I had a lot to do. A lot of flying, shows….that type of stuff you know.”

You: “ I mean no I don’t know, but it sounds exhausting. How are you not constantly asleep?”

J: “Jet lag I guess. Other wise it’s Tyler keeping me awake, you know it’s hard sleeping next to constant noise.”

You: “You should wish for noise-cancelling headphones for your birthday.”

J: “Good idea….you know what?”

You: “ I know a lot, but I don’t think I can read your mind. ”

J: “ here’s my number j/#, I think it will be easier to text over that.”

Your smile widened and you saved his number quickly into your phone. You opened the messaging app and searched for his contact, Josh Dun. You couldn’t believe it, it was him. You were talking to him, you felt so close to him. You: “ Hey, J. It’s the crazy cat lady again, I hope you don’t mind.”

J: “nah, wouldn’t have given you my number then would I?”

You: “ True ”

J: “so, I this might be a little creepy buuuut, I know where you live.”

You: “Wait what…”

J: “I mean like the city, I don’t have your address!”

You: “Thank goodness, didn’t think that information would be out there.”

J: “ Anyway I just wanted to know I you would like to meet me after the concert next week. ”

You: “ Sure, you just have to say where and when because I will be there anyway”.                                                                                                                 It was hard for you to not let your excitement get the best of you. You would meet Josh flipping Dun in a week. Oh how your life changed just because of those little fur balls living with you.

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