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Forgive the past. It is over. Learn from it and let go. People are constantly changing and growing. Do not cling to a limited, disconnected, negative image of a person in the past. See that person now. Your relationship is always alive and changing.
—  Brian L. Weiss, Messages from the Masters: Tapping Into the Power of Love

anonymous asked:

Drabble of Severus tickling Hermione when she's in a bad mood?

“UGH,” Hermione growled.

“Ugh?” Severus asked, one eyebrow arching as he looked up from his book.

“Yes.  Ugh.” Hermione crossed her arms over her distended belly as she sprawled out on the couch. “It’s decidedly hard to be cheery when your son has apparently decided to take up kickboxing in the womb.”

“Oh, so he’s my son now, is he?” Severus replied, pursing his lips as though trying to hold back a grin. “I seem to remember that getting on one’s last nerve was one of your…more innate talents.”

“Do you hear that?” Hermione said in a theatrical voice to her bump. “Your father thinks you’re talented.”

“I did not-” Severus stood up, a sudden glint shining in his eyes, and walked over to where Hermione was sitting.

“What are you-?” Hermione looked up at the looming figure of her husband just in time to see him wiggling his fingers in undulating waves above her as his expression grew playfully sinister.

“Oh, nothing,” Severus replied, his grin suggesting the opposite. “I just thought that I might assist in cheering you up after all.”

With that, he launched onto his wife, his fingers tickling at her various sensitive spots, many of which had grown more sensitive due to the hormonal shift of pregnancy.

Hermione was practically rolling around on the couch under his fingers, her head thrown back as she screeched with laughter.

“You absolute git!” she gasped, finally, when he was done, even though the words held no malice. “With the way you were carrying on, I could have gone into early labor, you know!”

“Oh, I think our little ninja knows that he’s got to stay inside and make his mummy miserable for as long as it takes him to arrive on time,” Severus replied, kissing her belly and then rising to kiss her on the lips softly. “Besides, he’s your son too.  He wouldn’t dare show up early without fully preparing for his first day, just like his mum.”

Hermione wrinkled her nose as he kissed it, grinning shyly up at him, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

“You always know just what to say, don’t you, Severus?” she said, her voice containing a sense of affection and wonder that made his cheeks go a bit pink.

“Practice makes perfect, my love,” he purred back. “I’ve buggered things up so many times that I’m rather surprised that you still put up with me.”

“That’s because I love watching you splutter but soldier on despite the awkwardness,” Hermione said playfully, poking the tip of his nose and rising up on her tiptoes to kiss it. “It’s just one of the many reasons I love you.”

“And I you,” Severus mumbled into her hair, smiling at the sensation of her belly pressing against his ribcage before a particularly painful jab assaulted him right in the solar plexus. “Ow! He kicked me!”

“That’s just his way of saying he loves you,” Hermione snickered. “I’m well versed in this particular form of painful Morse Code.”

Severus ghosted his fingers over her belly in a ticklish, tapping motion.  “I L-O-V-E Y-O-U, Y-O-U L-I-T-T-L-E B-A-S-T-A-R-D.”

SEVERUS!” Hermione pulled away from him and shrieked in mock outrage. “Besides, he can’t be a bastard because we’re married.”

“You’d be surprised,” Severus said. “After all, my parents were very much married when I was conceived and yet look at me.  My levels of bastardness are legendary.”



“Why would you even say that?”

“I thought we were calling each other what we are.” Severus was grinning outright by this point.

“I’m still in a bad mood.” Hermione said, hiding a smile behind her hand.

“Oh, yes, I can tell from all that grinning,” Severus replied sardonically. 

Hermione shook her head. “No fair.”

“I never said that it was,” Severus said, his eyebrows arching dangerously again. “But you do have to admit, it is rather effective.”

ShAmy : The “Best OTP ever” Progression

Sheldon (phone gives text alert): Excuse me. Oh. Amy’s at the dry cleaners, and she’s made a very amusing pun. “I don’t care for perchloroethylene, and I don’t like glycol ether.” Get it? She doesn’t like glycol ether. Sounds like either. (Taps in reply) L-O-L.

Penny: Who’s Amy?

Leonard: His girlfriend.

Penny: Sheldon has a girlfriend?

Sheldon: She’s not my girlfriend.

Penny: How long has this been going on?

Leonard: Four months.

Sheldon: She’s not my girlfriend.

Penny: Are you telling me, for the past four months I have been asking you what’s new and you never thought to go with Sheldon has a girlfriend?

Sheldon: She’s not my girlfriend.

Penny: Ah, du-du-du-du-du. How did they meet?

Howard: Raj and I entered Sheldon’s information on a dating site, and it spit out Amy Farrah Fowler.

Penny: Oh, my God! Sheldon and Amy.

Howard: Or, as we call them, Shamy.

Penny (squeals): Shamy. I am so digging the Shamy.

Sheldon: All right, everyone pay attention. Yes, I have a friend named Amy Farrah Fowler. Yes, she is female. Yes, we communicate on a daily basis, but no, she is not my girlfriend.

Penny: Okay, well, what do you communicate about?

Sheldon: Well, my work in physics, her work in neurobiology, and most recently, the possibility of our having a child together.

Penny (spits out drink explosively. Howard types. Robot arm hands Penny a napkin): Thank you.

Leonard: Wait a minute– a child? You never see this girl. You just e-mail and text and Twitter. Now you’re considering having a baby?

Sheldon: Amy pointed out that between the two of us, our genetic material has the potential of producing the first in a line of intellectually superior, benign overlords to guide humanity to a brighter tomorrow.

Howard: I’m guessing that future historians will condemn us for not taking this opportunity to kill Sheldon.

Penny: Okay, I have a question.

Sheldon: Yes, Penny.

Penny: You don’t even like people touching you. How are you going to have sex?

Sheldon: Why on Earth would we have sex?

Penny: Oh, honey, did your mom not have the talk with you? You know, when your private parts started growing?

Sheldon: I’m quite aware of the way humans usually reproduce, which is messy, unsanitary, and based on living next to you for three years, involves loud and unnecessary appeals to a deity.

Penny: Oh, God.

Sheldon: Yes, exactly. Consequently, if Amy and I choose to bring new life into this world, it will be accomplished clinically, with fertility experts in a lab with petri dishes. Which reminds me, you have broad hips and a certain corn-fed vigour. Is your womb available for rental?

Leonard: Still digging the Shamy?

Penny: Look, Sheldon, before you race off to the fertility clinic, you might want to think about, uh gee, I don’t know, maybe actually spending some time with her.

Sheldon: You mean dating?

Penny: Yeah.

Sheldon: I can’t date Amy.

Penny: Why not?

Sheldon: She’s not my girlfriend.

Penny: Okay, look, don’t think of it as dating a girlfriend. Think of it as, uh, getting to know the future mother of your child.

Sheldon: Oh. I hadn’t considered that. I suppose she will have to have access to our progeny. And you don’t think I can achieve the required intimacy via text messaging?

Penny: Probably not.

Sheldon: Huh. It would appear as if the phone companies have been lying to me.

4 x 01 - The Robotic Manipulation 

Forgive the past. It is over. Learn from it and let go. People are constantly changing and growing. Do not cling to a limited, disconnected, negative image of a person in the past. See that person now. Your relationship is always alive and changing.
—  Brian L. Weiss, Messages from the Masters: Tapping Into the Power of Love
Melancholic Desire

JANJAAAAN~ HAAAAPPY belated BIRTHDAY @kashphia!!! heres a special lil otp present hehe. the reason i chose chrobin is because i saw youve been drawing chrobin so really part of this fic was an inspiration that came from you c: i hope you enjoy this oneshot and have your heart being ripped out into two fluttered in glee <3

 He couldn’t lose her.

 White dust twinkled weakly in his shaking hands. Pupils shrunk to tiny dots. Lips paled and parted. Tears were heavy in each socket, yet none ever trickled and instead blurred his dizzying vision. Fingers shook and twitched violently. Hands trembled and stiffened all the way up to his bruised shoulders.

 He couldn’t lose her. He couldn’t lose her.

 The sound of Grima’s deafening roar finally reached a silence. The force around them changing so suddenly, Chrom only felt his body being pressed downwards, elbows scraping the dead dragon’s back and forehead bumping against the cold, scaly ground.

 He couldn’t…He couldn’t lose…her…

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Kallus wasn’t expected to be given a command, but Mothma and Bonteri had insisted. Lothals liberation was too important.

They hit the ground running. General Syndulla was providing air support, Sabine was leading the Mandelorians and Kanan had a command as well, with Bridger as his second in command.

Kallus hadn’t hesitated in requesting Orrellios being his.

The Lasat was beside him now, firing on an imperial convoy.

“I didn’t expect them to have such strong defenses!”

Kal smiles dryly, “They like to make things difficult.”

They fight their way toward the imperial headquarters.

“Spector 7, come in” Heras voice sounds in his ear. “


“Thrawns leading the defenses. We need to evacuate. Pull back…we can’t win.”

Kallus swears. “We can do this…give me an hour.”

“You have half an hour.”

“Zeb! Get me a transport.”

He knew where Thrawn was hiding.

The radio tower came into sight. How it was still standing baffled Kal.

He hadn’t told Zeb where he was going. No point in case this didn’t work out. The rebels would evacuate if this didn’t work out.

Kallus efficiently kills two death troopers. Before stepping inside.

“To think they’d send you…are you really that expendable to them.”

“No, just to myself.”

Kallus throws a knife at Thrawn, who comes at him.

Just like before the fight is fast and brutal. A test of skill.

Kallus takes a hit to the ribs, but delivers a returning blow to Thrawns stomach.

The chiss lands hard, but rolls onto is feet, relentless.

Kallus dodges the next few blows, trying to find an opening.

Thrawn goes for his bad leg…again.

Kallus braces and takes the hit. He supresses a scream as the bone cracks.

“Your beat.” Thrawn taunts, and holds Kallus close to him, repeatedly punching the Rebel.

He stops only when he feels the knife at his back.

Kallus forces Thrawn into an arm bar, and takes his blaster, holding it to his head.

“Kill me then, fulcrum.”

Kallus breathes.

“Then don’t hesitate…it’s bad strategy to give me time to think.” Thrawns drawls, as if bored.

“Tell your forces to surrender.” Kallus forces Thrawn toward the broadcasting equipment, wincing from the pain stabbing in his leg. “Do it.”

Thrawn laughs.

Kallus had been to distracted. Now a blade dug into his own back.


He lets go of Thrawn, hands in the air.

“Well done, Ruhk. Put him in the corner. I’d like him to listen.” Thrawn speaks into his comm, “Accept no surrenders. We will not loose Lothal…And be sure to exterminate any Lasat.”


Kallus doesn’t want to go through this again.

Ruhk holds Kallus’s wrist with vise like fingers, tapping against his skin.

Repeated tapping.

I-K-I-L-L- T-H-R-A-W-N

Kallus eyes widen. He begins to lightly tap his foot


Ruhk stare straight ahead.


Kallus nods, and Ruhk attacks Thrawn.

“Why yo-” Thrawn defends himself, as a few death troopers enter.

Kallus dives for a blaster, screaming as his moved. He fumbles for a moment but comes up, killing the troopers.

Thrawn has Ruhk in chokehold. “WHY!”


Thrawn tosses Ruhk on the ground, who writhes, gasping for air. “Your right…help was never coming for your people.”

Thrawn turns to Kallus, “Fighting is pointless for you. You can’t even run.”

Kallus readies himself. “Bring it you kriffing bastard.”

Thrawn attacks again, but this time Kallus takes the blow, again, so he can grab Thrawns shoulders, spin him around, so Ruhk can drive the knife into his chest.

The admiral drops the floor, glassy eyed.

Kallus follows suite, sliding to the floor, resting. He taps out the message to Hera, telling her to continue.

Ruhk is already gone. Disappearing to who knows where.

Kallus can’t fight. So he resigns himself to listening to the fighting. Rebels pushing forward. Suddenly it’s quiet. The firing ceases.

Ezra laughs. Loud and joyful. “We won!”

“Kal where are you?” Zeb asks.

“I’ll send my coordinates…Bridger will know.”

Kallus stares outside at a free Lothal. Twin moons rise over the Hiruzen, giving light to the planet.

how-will-i-ever-choose  asked:

Hi! I'm very interested in Trigedasleng (I'll soon have a presentation on a conference about it) and I'd like to ask you about Trigedasleng phonology. I just saw your post about one of your other languages' phonology and thought about sounds in Trig.

I suppose I could. I never thought it was very important because the phonology is almost identical to English. But just for fun, here goes!

  • STOPS/AFFRICATES: p/b, t/d, tʃ/dʒ, k/g
  • APPROXIMANTS/TAPS: ɹ, ɾ, l, j, w
  • FRICATIVES: f/v, θ, s/z, ʃ, h
  • NASALS: m, n, ŋ

Phonotactics are roughly the same as English (so [ŋ] can’t begin a word, and [h] can’t end a syllable). Aspiration works exactly the same as it does in English. There is no longer any instance of intervocalic [d]. All such instances (and most instances of intervocalic [t]) become [ɾ]. Gemination is now a thing in Trigedasleng. Just kind of happened naturally. Old *ʒ became [ʃ] in most cases; [dʒ] in some others. All instances of *ð were lost, being replaced either by [d] or [ɾ], depending on its position in the word (or devoiced to [θ]).

The vowels have been altered radically:

  • HIGH: i u
  • MID: e ɛ ǝ ɔ o
  • LOW: a

And, because the writers wanted it, Trigedasleng retains the diphthongs [ai] and [au] (and in some cases [ɔi]). The actual quality of the vowels differs from English. The high vowels aren’t as high, but aren’t lax, either. /ɔ/ is always rounded, but often not as high as standard [ɔ]. The low vowel is the remnant of old *æ, which has centralized a bit.

There are a lot of sound changes that took a bat to English to produce Trigedasleng, but this is the end result. Thanks for the ask!


Made another AU for Galathan and Dorian and this time it’s sets in the 1940s. Aw yeah all that jazz and swings all the way my favourite. 

Dorian is a well known tap dancer and his manager decided it will be interesting to pair him up with Galathan as a duo partner. A new comer and a rookie in the entertainment industry but is really skilled in tap dancing wise.

| Forget The Snow, You’re Mine Tonight: A L. Joe Smut |

This was requested by an anonymous Angel ^^

Based on the title, you can tell its gonna be a dirty one (;

Today was the very first snow day of this year and you were practically excited to get your hands on some snow, ball them up, and get into a snow fight with L. Joe. It would be the first time you both had a snowball fight since y’all both dated, so this would be a very cute snapshot moment.

You awakened your eyes to the sound of snow flickering down the sky and the white blurry sight from your window.

“Snow.”, you whispered.

You immediately hopped on the bed and practically pounced on L. Joe who still kept his eyes closed.

“OPPA! OPPA! IT’S SNOWING OUTSIDE!” you yelled at the top of your lungs, shyly admiring his handsome sleeping face right now.

You didn’t want to admit anything, but you felt as if you felt protected by L. Joe all the time he’s around you. His warmth said it all, but most importantly, that warmth made you felt as if you were ready to give your virginity away to him.

“Ughhhh…” he groaned. It was not just any groan, but more of a moan that kept giving you shocks now and then.

“Oppa…stop moaning!” you playfully hit him across his broad chest that was fully bare. You blushed shyly and didn’t notice when your body decided to take a mind of its own. You sat on top of his toned abs with your legs opened up. L. Joe felt this action and immediately popped open his eyes to see if reality was actually taking course.

The thing that made L. Joe more attracted to you was the fact that you can wear anything and it can still make you look sexy even if it was animal pajamas. You were wearing some pajama shorts that hung on your thighs nicely and a tank top that was tight enough to show your natural curves well.

L. Joe seemed to have lost his mind a bit as he looked up at your beautifully defined legs and up to your beautiful, one of a kind face. He awed at your body as well. Honestly, he has been waiting for some sex drive for a while now, but he knew you didn’t feel ready, so he waited.

Bad enough he gets boners every now and then from all the little clumsy mistakes you do like how this one time y’all were eating ice cream and some whipped cream made its way stuck onto your lips and bad for L. Joe, you decided to lick it off very sexually. You didn’t intend to do it like that, but whipped cream stuck on a girl’s lips is pretty unattractive, so licking every bit of it off is countable.

Things like that made it hard for him to hide his erected manhood and especially this little scene.

You admitted you moaned a bit because of how uncomfortable his abs made your ass hurt and began to scoot yourself up until you reached to his chest. Your legs spread even wider.

This began the uprising boner for L. Joe. It slowly lifted and began to become hard as a rock.

He wasn’t sure if this was meant as a joke, but he liked it either way.

In a split second, he couldn’t maintain his hormones and outraged. He flipped you over and unleashed your naked body out into the environment. A clothing piece at a time he took out and threw it out onto a corner of the room.

You didn’t protect your virginity or anything because you knew you wanted him to be your first.

L. Joe reached down beside your ear and whispered sexually in a deep aroused tone. “How about let us forget about the snow and I’ll show you how I can make you mine tonight?”

It gave you chills, but you accepted his offer anyway.

After you were being stripped off from clothing piece to clothing piece , L. Joe sat on all his fours and passionately made war with your tongue without permission. You always knew that bad side would come out of him. It was like World War III. Both wanted to dominate as both tongues swirled around each other fighting for dominance, yet in the end you gave out and gave L. Joe the victory. He gave you an award winning speech with his lips. No words, just lip action. You felt fired up like a burning sensation inside. You were panting as your heartbeat began to become irregular. L. Joe’s body became entirely wet making him look ten times sexier. His hair drowned inside his own sweat while he flips it naturally. His face was drenched in his own body sweat while he wiped it with the back of his hand, giving you another make out session, but this time he carried you to the wall. He pushed against the coolness of the wall and groped your ass, giving you a better reason to wrap your legs around his waist. Moans from the both of you filled the room. Everytime, L. Joe became more sexually passionate otherwise known as horny, he groped your ass in, so your womanhood could be grinded by his member. Those pelvic thrusts he does in shows were proven to have a purpose. He used the pelvic thrust in “Crazy” to get him started as your womanhood became pressured with his member. The way he grinded and the way t made you feel hit and yet so good at the same time made you moan more into the kisses he gave. In between kisses, you had to moan every now and then or moan out his name. Your sweaty bodies clashed with one another and rubbed against each other like cats rubbing against a tree to relieve itch. He pulled you even closer to his both every time he grinded onto you.

Both of you, still making out, led each other to the bed once again and that was when you decided to pull out the gun. You couldn’t help, but focus your attention on that boner he had of his.

Should you make it better? Make him scream your name? Make him moan again?

You took this chance and snuck up behind his back, pulling both his pants and boxers over to the same corner where your clothes were.

“Somebody’s hungry.” He sent you a wink as you began to cover your face from blushing.

His member was so huge, you were positive that it must have been swollen. It looked like a bee stung his member.

You couldn’t say that you don’t like it though. Instantly, you flipped him over so that he was under you and you were the one to have taken control. You prepared yourself and wrapped those warm hands onto the hard member and started to move it in sync upwards and downwards with your hands very slowly just to tease him. He groped onto the bed sheets with one hand while the other, he held onto a handful of your hair cussing out. This wasn’t exactly how you would imagine the first time y’all having sex, but it’s still something.

“FUCK! MOVE FASTER!” he yelled as he tried getting into rhythm with your hands. He slid his body back and forth faster, demonstrating you on how you should do it.

You felt dirty enough to say, “Beg me for it.” You scoffed snootingly as you seductively spoke into his ear.

He bit his lip once before begging. “Babe…please.” he huffed and puffed, tightly gripping onto the bed sheets in agony. You slowed down your pace teasing him more than you should, but L. Joe being so helpless was such an entertainment. It’s very rare you get these type of moments with him being so helpless. “BABE! _______!” He yelled at you, begging for mercy and like the obedient girl you were, you did as he said and moved your hands, pumping his member faster than ever before. He rocked his body back and forth to the beat of your pumping and just in a matter of minutes, he released his cum, letting it splatter into your mouth. You happily swallowed it, knowing you tasted L. Joe for the first time.

“You taste sweet, oppa!” using your innocent voice. L. Joe chuckled slightly, having the change of tone you had, but then his game face turned on.

“Don’t ‘oppa’ me! Your turn is over. Now it’s mine.” He smirked as he flipped you over. You felt as if he wasn’t going to be gentle with you after all and your ass will hurt for a week. Looks like school is not an option for you this week.

He spread out your legs and rubbed those pure thighs of yours in circular motions and kissed them upward until he got to your entrance. He rubbed your clit slowly to let you become impatient. You yelled at him while he was enjoying the amusement. He stopped and decided to take a moment to admire this side of you. That demanding side. He liked it. He loved it. He licked his lips and rubbed his hands together before inserting not one, not two, but three fingers into your entrance. You winced in pain and shouted at him to take off his fingers, but as time passed by, he slid them inside and out, giving you even more pleasure. You began to moan and call out his name, but because of your impatience, you couldn’t take it anymore and hurried him up.

“HURRY UP! I WANT IT NOW!” you yelled as you moaned in between words.

“Well…beg for it.” L. Joe stopped his finger insertions and slowly slid them in and out, imitating the moments you did to tease him before.

“YAHHHH! L. JOE! BABE! COME ON! I WANT YOU IN ME NOW! PLEASE!” You begged and pleaded and seemingly enough, L. Joe was satisfied with your response and took out his fingers, preparing his surprise gift to enter you next.

“Your words are my command, my dear princess.” he said innocently, but you were done with this type of crap and wanted him to hurry up and fuck you.

“SHUT UP AND FUCK ME!” you yelled again. The tip barely made it in the entrance, making you yelp a bit. Even the tip made you yelp, imagine the size of that swollen, hard member inside your small hole.

“LET’S MAKE IT RAIN BABIES, BABE!” L. Joe went full out and pushed in his large member into your small hole. You winced, you shivered, you even let out tears by the amount of pain it gave you. You couldn’t take it anymore! L. Joe saw your discomfort and comforted you with some nice, gentle words. “It’s going to be okay, Jagi. It will go away. I promise.” and with that being said, he kissed your lips lightly. After that, it was like his lips were magical because all the pain did go away and utter pleasure began to replace it. He slid it in and out just like he did with the fingers and you couldn’t stop your moans now. You couldn’t even help yourself from shouting out L. Joe’s name from time to time.

“FASTER! DEEPER!” You yelled and L. Joe did as you commanded. More pleasures were broke out as the both of you began to moan in sync together. Each moan became louder than the last as both yelled out each other’s name.

“I’m about to cum!” L. Joe shouted.

“Me too!” you said as L. Joe made more effort for the both of you to cum at the same time. He pushed in and out harder and faster in order to keep up with the paces while you moved your body in sync with his.

In no time, L. Joe released out and the cum both of you both released spread all over the bed sheets. L. Joe flopped onto the bed next to you, leaving both of you panting without hard breaths to accompany you.

“L. Joe…” you panted before saying what you were going to say.

“Yeah?” L. Joe responded , panting the same pace as you.

“Did you use a condom?” You panted one last time. L. Joe panicked and went to the drawer next to y’all’s bed to find that the condoms he left inside were still there and none of them were used.

“No….” L. Joe mumbled lowly as snow continued to fall outside the window, shining and twinkling under the sunny sky.


The next morning….

“Damn it, L. Joe.” a positive sign on the pregnancy test shown up as you sat on the toilet seat, rubbing your stomach that contained a human inside. You smiled lightly as you did so.

L. Joe, on the other hand, was giving you those back hugs to ensure that he will be there for the baby no matter what and he takes full responsibility for what happened.

You smiled and he smiled.

“Look like I did a good thing in taking part of this ‘no condom’ issue.” He patted himself on the back for such amazing work last night.

“Yeah…you sure did…now how are we going to tell the rest of the Teen Top members that they are uncles now and our parents that they are grandparents now.” you smart talked him.

L. Joe just kept quiet and continued back hugging you with a smile, leaving you giggling.

—-E N D—-

Make Me Scream

Submitted by: babybottom-stiles

Description: Void feeds off of chaos and strife but that’s not all. They thought he was gone but when Stiles shows up unexpected at Lydia’s home she’s the first to learn the Nogitsune isn’t as gone as they had hoped. Void needs to feed and he wants to use Lydia to do it.

Rating: MA

Genre: Horror, Smut

Warning: This story contains heavy elements of Non-Con and Dub-Con. Do not read if easily triggered by this.

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May 17 Blurr’r Horror Stream - Get Out

During the end movie big reveal, basically everyone in the room got some degree of trauma flashback from the movie, although the trauma varies from about 3% to about 90% depending on the person. We got the whole spectrum of trauma.

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Caught Red Handed

Suga x reader

Prompt: I usually talk to my friends through morse code in class but… apparently, you know morse too… and now you know I think your butt is cute (I found this on tumblr but I don’t remember who it is, please tell me if this was your prompt!!)

Genre: Fluff

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“Ah-choo!!” Your best friend, Chloe, had just proved that she could not fake a sneeze to save her life. But she had accomplished in getting your attention away from Mrs.Morgans boring lecture on genetics. You quickly picked up the rolled up paper on the floor she had kicked, rolling your eyes at her.

“Ms.Brown, is anything the matter?” The teacher asked Chloe with a stern expression, her arched eyebrows so high you feared it might reach her hair.

“Nothing Mrs.Morgan, my allergies are cra-AZY today!” She replied with a nervous laugh.

Mrs.Morgan walked away, shaking her head, muttering some words you didn’t want to repeat.

You quickly opened Chloe’s note under your table.

“HEY Y/N, I’m trying to tell you something important why won’t you look my way? You only need to look a table away, I’m not even that far from you, don’t say you’re lazy. And why are you so interested in this, you haven’t stopped looking at the board for the past ten minutes!”

You looked at her, she tapped once, then paused two beats W, tapped once, E, one tap, one pause, then followed by two taps, L, she then repeated the last letter, which translated to “Well”, and by looking at her expression, you knew it was a question.

This method, the morse code, was often used between your closest group of friends to communicate quietly during boring lectures.

You quickly explained why you were so out of it today. In truth, you had been looking at the yearbook photographer who was in charge of taking candid photos, Min Yoongi, or more widely known as Suga. He was in your classroom to take pictures. He looked so charismatic, the way he styled his hair up made you go crazy, and his well-shaped butt was also a bonus. After crushing on him for a year, you finally had a chance to look at him for a long period of time.

As you told, more like ‘tapped’, all this to Chloe, someone’s quiet laugh brought you back to reality. You looked up, eyes wide, searching for where the laughter had come from. Was it the person you suspected?

Sure enough, it was. Min Yoongi was trying to hide a subtle smile with the back of his hands. Had he understood the code? How, of all people, does he know Morse code?

The lecture ended, and you gratefully stood up, throwing all your stuff, eager to get out of the class. However, as soon as you did leave, Min Yoongi had gained your attention once again.

“So you think my butt is well-shaped?” You turned scarlet red at this, and you quickly turned around. He was leaning against the door.

“How did you understand me?”

“I’ve got my ways.” He smirked. “I’m not as lazy and stupid as everyone says. I’ve got hobbies too, and learning Morse is one of them.”

You flinched, regretting your past sentence. “Listen, if you feel violated in any way because of this, I apologize. I wasn’t trying to look at it, I mean, you were standing in a way where- you know what, never mind.” you paused, getting a good look at this expressionless face. “Sorry for this, it’ll never happen again.” You turned away, walking to your car, for the day was over. You got in your car, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. The guy you had a secret crush on for a year had finally noticed you, not really in the way you would’ve wanted, but he still did.

“WAIT!” Yoongi knocked on your side window, breathing hard. The poor boy must’ve run all the way here, his cameras couldn’t have been very light either.

You rolled down the windows. “Yes?”

“Do you like coffee? Or boba?” Seeing his infamous gummy smile up close made your heart stop. His question also caught you by surprise. He saw your dumbfounded expression and immediately brought back his cold demeanor.

“It’s fine if you don’t want to. I just thought since you did verbally violate my butt, you know, maybe a drink would cool me down.” He shrugged. “Well then, guess I’ll see you around.” He looked down at the ground and shuffled his feet a bit before turning around.

“Boba’s fine! Of course, I should buy you boba! Is right now okay?” You asked a bit too eagerly. He quickly turned back to you and grinned. He swiftly walked to the passenger’s seat.

“And do you mind going to the park with me later? I need to take some pictures of the sunset and you would be a great model for it.” He shyly asked you, trying to look busy examining his pictures.

Did Min Yoongi just ask you out on another date? I mean, since you’ve been crushing on him for a year now, might as well say yes. Who in their right mind say no to Min Yoongi?

“I’m glad to hear that. You should’ve told me as soon as you liked me. I’ve been looking for a way to approach you for two years.”

Wait, did you just say all that loudly? Better yet, he liked you for two years?

“You look a bit out of it right now. How about I buy the boba, hm?”

You looked into his soft eyes and realized that maybe getting caught red handed was the best thing that happened to you your whole life.

You nodded.

That’s it folks! I’m out of very long hiatus! I’m sorry I’ve been out this long, there’s been some family problems I had to attend to, but it’s all settled now. Feedback is appreciated! I seriously love to hear back from you guys<3

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Ryou was definitely the last person left in the building who didn’t work there. He’d have to sneak out just like he had to sneak in (entry cost way too much). Part of him supposed he should be disappointed as he looked into the tank, seeing the disgruntled merman. He’d always expected merfolk to be more monstrous instead of the supermodels people imagined them as. Score one for mainstream media.

The merman was glaring at him.It couldn’t have been fun to be stuck in there, so Ryou didn’t blame him. Idly, he wondered if the merman knew morse code. He supposed it was highly unlikely, as it was a human invention, but worth a shot. He lightly tapped out H-E-L-L-O against the glass.