that shit looks cold

5 mile run new Boku No Hero thoughts are as follows:

  • this is my all-time favorite “previously on” section. it was highlighting Bakugou’s resolve to win by mashing together all the clips of him declaring his ambitions but because its Bakugou it was actually just a 2 minute montage of Bakugou fucking screaming
  • Todo acts naive but i doubt that more and more each day with the number of sick fucking burns he’s gotten in at people, case in point:
  • Bakugou: -storms on in to Todo’s room and starts yelling at him.-
    Todo: Hey Bakugou :))) you know what this reminds me of? :))) That guy you fucking hate. :))) Except he did this better. :)))) You really cant ever live up to him can you :)))))))
  • Bakugou calls Todoroki “IcyHot” in the dub and I watched the dub today specifically in hopes that he’d call him IcyHot again and he DID.
  • I’m not done with this scene because the PHRASING HAD ME IN STITCHES–Bakugou stormed in like “Hey IcyHot, is this how you fucking treat your opponents!?” while blowing up Todo’s table. And Todo responded with “That’s what Midoriya said too…” I dont think Deku said it quite like that, Todo. But too late now I can’t stop picturing:
  • Deku voice: “Hey you stupid piece of shit sore-muscle hot-and-cold sports pack you better fucking look at me while i stand here and break all my fingers and yell, because fuck you, you fucking icepack.”
  • Bakugou his table
  • His table Bakugou
  • This is the screamiest Bakugou’s been to date, I’m glad for him
  • ominous BOOM noises from inside the iceberg
  • dub!Sero called Bakugou a “moleman” and i want the world to know that Bakugou’s been canonically called a “moleman”. Moleman Bakugou.
  • Bakugou, grabbing Todo by the hair and piledriving him into the ground: “GIT FUCKING GUD, ICYHOT
  • Aizawa: -provides commentary on the strategy, strengths, and weaknesses of the children’s fighting techniques-
    Present Mic: -sees Todo surfing on an ice wave and says “Looks like fun!!!”-
  • Bakugou: “Use your full power IcyHot! I want the world to know you’re trying to destroy me!! THIS MEANS NOTHING IF I CAN’T SURPASS DEKU!!”
    (Regina George voice) Why are you so obsessed with me?
  • Bakugou, or better known by his full name, Katsuki “Fidget Spinner” Bakugou
  • Bakugou: -screams incoherently for 20 minutes trying to rile Todo up-
    Deku: -says one thing-
    Todo, heart racing, palms sweaty: holy fuck. holy shit. thats my fucking boyfriend.
  • Srs for a moment, I really adore and am moved by Todo’s character development here. The easy shonen answer would be for Todo to be “fixed” following his fight with Deku, but the poor kid’s sitting on like 10 years of trauma. He’s not fixed. He’s healing. And healing comes with pain and doubt sometimes.
  • Like I actually clutched my shirt while his fire unraveled.
  • Bakugou: -pulls of the coolest fucking spin projectile move in history-
    Bakugou: -lands like this-

  • We are blessed with Dad Might in this house today
  • Todo: “My path forward isn’t as clear as I thought. There’s still someone I need to settle things with…”
    Todo: -steps off the podium, walks into the crowd, punches Endeavor in the face- “Fuck you Dad”
  • In the sub All Might calls Bakugou’s face “amazing” but in the dub he calls it “scary” and 4 years were added to my life when dub!All Might gave Bakugou the once over with the medal in his mouth and went “…still scary.”
  • I want to empahsize that several hours pass after that scene cut. It’s evening. The kids are changed back into their school uniforms AND back at the classroom. And Bakugou still has the fucking medal in his mouth. No one took it out. 
  • me: fuck…i hope iida will be okay
    also me, who’s read the manga: (hes not gonna be okay)
  • The hospital scene makes me kinda want to take back all the making fun of Todo I did because…god fucking this poor child…he deserved so much better
  • Protect Mama Midoriya she deserves the world


Stoned On You

A/N: Hiii. This is a collaboration with me and @minhosmeanhoe . We figured out  that we’re the same person with the same dirty mind and this was the outcome. This is the longest and most smut I’m sure either of us has ever written in our lives and I hope you guys love reading as much as we loved writing it ! The song that goes with this fic is Stoned On You by Jaymes Young

Warnings: smut; smoking (weed), drinking, mentions of violence, hair pulling; I’m sure there is more but idk rn

Word Count: 12,529

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14 vs 19. Today makes 6 months on hrt!!!

cuddling with sodapop

• this boy is the king of cuddling, he wants to do it 25/8
• like for real, he could be driving or something and he’d wanna cuddle
• his favorite position to cuddle is face to face, or with his face buried into your neck
• most likely, some cuddle sessions would turn into heated make out sessions, and that would turn into heated sex tbh
• cause soda definitely, definitely has a high sex drive about 80% of the time
• anyway, back to cuddling
• he would love to have you over at his place, cuddling in his bed while talking about anything and everything
• most of the time, you would both end up falling asleep in each other’s arms
• until darry got home and woke the two of you up
• he loved having his hair played with and he loved it even more when he could play with yours
• let’s be honest, he’d probably feel you up when y'all were cuddling
• obviously not in a creepy way, but he’d squeeze your ass and boobs a lot
• he’d just love to hear ya squeal
• he’s a super soft and comfortable guy, so like you could literally lay on him because of that
• other times though he’d lay on top of you
• and say some stupid shit like, “you looked cold”
• even when the two of you weren’t cuddling, he would always, always wanna be touching you in some way
• arm around the shoulders/waist, hand holding, you name it and he would probably do it to keep you close to him
• because you’re so warm and small to him so he always wants you super close
• not that you minded though cause you loved it just as much as he did, if not more
• at first the guys would be like, “ew do that in your own time guys”
• but after awhile they’d start to become okay with it, probably even make jokes sometimes (especially dally)
• most of the time, darry would let you stay the night and at first he’d be iffy about you and soda sleeping in the same bed, but after a couple weeks, he wouldn’t care
• but one night he walks in on you and soda fucking and he makes a rule that you can’t sleep in the same bed for a week
• if soda was ever “mad” at you, he’d go and try to cuddle with steve
• which led you to go to cuddle two-bit, but of course, soda would grab you and pull you down on top of him before you could
• cause you were his cuddle buddy, not someone else’s
• he’d probably give you one of his old shirts for you to wear, specifically for cuddling
• on those nights where he was really tired, he’d just wanna lay his head on your chest while he wrapped his arms around you and you played with his hair
• if you two were around two-bit cuddling and he was drunk, you bet your ass he would lay on top of you guys
• anyway, cuddling with sodapop would happen like 25/8 and he’d always make you and him late to everything cause he’s stubborn and wouldn’t wanna get up or let go of you

anonymous asked:

i remember when saeyoung said "should I ask mary vanderwood to cut my hair?" and I made mc reply "should I cut your hair? lol I want to" so whenever you're not busy, can you write a fluffy short hc about this? thank youu!

A massive shout out to @thedisadvantagesofbeinganellie (check out her new artblog @ellieartcave) for creating this amazing piece for me. She drew it a while ago but damn, if this didn’t fit this little request perfectly! Thank you beautiful, you gorgeous talented lovely human you!!! 

Now on to the drabble… (has some swearing in it, nothing too serious)

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ONE ANON ASKED ME: does koshiro learn japanese/korean AND ANOTHER ANON ASKED ME: can we have more sheith family au AND I DELIVERED. T TAKE!!! IT !!!!!! [LAYS DOWN] 

How to flirt 101

Hey, Love bugs! Fluff.

Hey, can you do a blurb about how Dan/Phil flirt? :^)

Dan’s flirting techniques.

-Name calling. This includes things like calling you a little shit, pet, a total flop. They are all meant to be a cute way to tease you.

-If the two of you go to the movies he absolutely does the not so smooth arm on the shoulder thing.

-When he see’s you he always has his big grin on making him blush internally for being so happy to see you. The internal dialogue of him telling himself to calm down or he will scare you off.

-Pushing you softly when you make him laugh or be awkward.

-Being very protective when the two of you are in public. No, you’re not dating but that guy was being a real git.

-“Why on earth did you by me this expensive ass thing?” “Because you deserve it.”

-If the two of you are on the couch he always finds a blanket to cover you up because if you even look cold, he is on that shit.

-Laying in his bed staring at the ceiling talking about random topics late into the evening.

-Grabbing your hand when he’s feeling nervous then apologising for the randomness. You of course never minding.

-Hiding notes in your bag that make you smile.

Phil’s flirting techniques.

-Him sitting next to you on the couch accidently touching your hand. You, of course, grab his hand looking up and smiling at him.

-Telling you terrible puns hoping you laugh.

-Phil gives you pointers while playing Mario Cart so you can win.

-Spoiling you with little gifts randomly because when he saw it he thought of you.

-Brushing your hair away from your face, then blushing because he didn’t realise how naturally he just reaches to tuck that strand behind your ear.

-He always looks for excuses to see you. Borrowing movies with each other. Most of the time the two of you are watching them together on the couch because how have you not seen that yet?

-Always holds the door for you. It doesn’t matter if your 20 feet behind him. He will wait there holding the door like a nerd until you get there.

-Random facts all the time. He almost always makes a little awkward laugh after because sometimes his weird thoughts just slip out.

-Always complimenting something about you. They start with things like your outfit and move to how pretty your eyes are.

Eyes On Me (Pt. IV)

Title: Eyes On Me (Pt. IV)

Pairing: Josh/Reader/Tyler

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Namecalling, Rough Sex, Spanking (but not much), oh, and a Polyamorous relationship HA.

A/N: I had such a hard time writing this, and most of you knew that.  I was just trying to wrap up this fic in a kickass way, and hit a huge mental block when I tried to write it.  THANK GOD for my amazing, beautiful friend Laura who wrote the most of the smut in this story.  She is amazing and I don’t know what I’d do without her, she gets me through more than y’all know. Her tumblr is @joshdunslipring so make sure to follow her and read every one of her fics twice because they are so GOOD.  Enjoy Kids!!! Also, sidebar, please be old enough to read this, all of the stuff I write is NSFW, so if you’re younger shield your eyes or don’t tell me that you read it bc I couldn’t live with myself if I knew I was supplying middle school age kids with erotic fiction.  MMMK this is the final part and it gets pretty wild, so enjoy!

Here are the links for earlier parts of Eyes On Me

Eyes On Me (Pt. I)

Eyes On Me (Pt. II)

Eyes On Me (Pt. III)

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Superhero Sicknarios

- I’m the town’s hero and you’re the villain. You seem to be slacking on your schemes today. Oh? Was that a sneeze? Got a little cold? Aw poor bab- wait. Wait, shit. You look like you are about to pass out. Are you okay?? 

- I’m the town hero and you’re the trusty sidekick. Why aren’t you at work today? You’re sick? Is it bad? Do you have a fever? I’m coming over right away! No, no it’s okay! I’ll get one of the interns to help clear the car pile up. 

- I’m the villain and you’re the supposed hero. I’ve captured you way to easily. You aren’t even trying to fight me. Wow, why are you so warm? Oh, Jesus Christ- you’re sick? God. I’m only taking you back to your base because you can’t even put up a fight right now, and I consider myself a fair man. 

- I’m a secret earth elemental hero and you are my college best friend who has no idea and is currently very sick and very dizzy. I’m going to use my earth elemental abilities to shift the ground in your favor so you don’t fall on your face. 

- I’m a secret fire elemental hero, and you are my very sick apartment neighbor. The power goes out because of a strong winter storm, and I invite (carry) you into my apartment where I can keep it very warm with my abilities. You seem confused at the warmth, but shh. It’s okay. Just get some rest. I’ve got you. 

- I’m a fire elemental hero, and you are my college crush, who just got tossed into a giant river. I dive in after you, ignoring the pain the icy water brings on my body to save your life. We both get out, but then I pass out, and you take me back to your apartment and care for me, making the apartment incredibly warm and burying my shivering body in blankets. 

- I’m a secret ice elemental hero, and you are my very sick college best friend. You’re suffering through fever chills right now, and me being around you is doing nothing but making you colder. I have to linger and dote on you from a distance until you get hot from the fever and I can step in. 

- I’m the town’s hero’s sidekick, and you’re the villain’s sidekick. We meet up to fight, but I find you sick, so I ignore my boss’s orders to bring you back to our base and care for you because you honestly don’t look well at all. My boss comes back with your boss, and both are annoyed to find me caring for you.

-  We are town heroes, and we like to compete. I’m a little sick, but that’s not going to stop me from beating you by saving more lives than you. I’m absolutely smoking your ass, but wait. What’s wrong? Are you sick? Can heroes even get sick? Wow, you’re burning up! Okay, let’s get you back to base. No, no I’m not feverish. You must be mistaken. You’re the sick one! 


Our second sample shoot for @setters-n-acezine, a summer and travel-themed zine about the many setters and aces in Haikyuu (which I’m helping organize) and is going to feature writers, artists, AND COSPLAYERS~
Applications are open until June 14th!

Ushijima: @callmeteamdad
Semi: me
Photos by my brother, edits by me

30 x 31 Day Writing Challenge Day 4

Day 4~ Soulmate AU

Okay so soulmate AU’s are my favorite thing in the world, and I had a really hard time choosing one. I finally decided to go with the one where whatever you write on your skin showed up on your soulmate’s.


For all of your life, your skin had been unmarried. Not a single marking, not even an accidental line.

It hurt. You thought your soulmate was ignoring. You thought they might even be dead. But that wasn’t possible. You would know, right?

It all changed when that one phrase showed up in electric blue sharpie on the inside of you forearm.

~How close do you live to Central City?~

You couldn’t believe it. Your soulmate had been living in the same town as you for the past five years?

You quickly grabbed the nearest writing utensil.

~I live in it, why?~

~Where are you now?~ Came the reply.

~Why?~ You insisted. Suddenly, the news announced that the famed Captain Cold and his partner Heatwave had just escaped from Iron Heights.

But that’s wasn’t what caught your attention. No, you noticed the man in the passenger seat. The man who held a bright blue sharpie lid between his teeth as he scribbled furiously on his arm.

“Holy shit.” You breathed, looking back down at your arm.

~You’re fucking Captain Cold?!~ You quickly wrote.

~No, I’m not fucking Captain Cold, although he is quite good looking. The name’s Leonard Snart, now where the hell do you live?~

You groaned and rubbed your temples. Of course your soulmate was a super villain. Of freaking course.

With a sigh, you gave him your address. Something about the writing on your arm made you trust the Flash’s opponent.

You quickly headed home, wanting to arrive before the duo.

You went up to your apartment and waited. Nerves caused you to frantically tidy up your house, even though it really wasn’t that messy.

A tap on the window made you shriek and drop the papers you held in your hands. They drifted to the ground like snowflakes as you whirled around.

“Of course.” You muttered, going to unlock the window. “He’s Captain Cold. He can’t just stroll the lobby. Have some common sense Y/N.”

“You okay there?” He raised an eyebrow and examined you as he crawled through, followed by Mick Rory, who looked at you with distrust.

“Huh? Oh yeah I’m fine. It’s not like there are two criminals that just crawled into my apartment.” You said, a note of hysteria in your voice.

“Great. She’s crazy.” Mick grunted, flopping onto your couch as if he owned the place.

“Actually, please don’t put your feet on that table. It was a gift-oh okay then.” You sighed in resignation as he did exactly what you had asked him not to, staring you in the eye defiantly.

“Where are your manners, Mick?” Leonard pushed his partner’s feet of your table. You cringed when you saw the soot they had left. “This is my soulmate’s house.”

“Oh god don’t remind me.” You said under you breath. Louder you said, “I’m going to get some water. Do you guys want water?“

“No ice.” Mick said gruffly. You nodded and looked at Leonard questioningly.

“I’ll help.” He announced, standing up and leading the way to your kitchen.

As soon as the swinging door closed he turned and stared at you intensely.

“What’s wrong with you?” He said, not breaking eye contact.

You however, had no qualms about breaking it, and you busied yourself getting the water.

“Nothing’s wrong.” You lied. “Ice?”

“Of course.” He said tersely.

As you reached for the glasses, you noticed new words on your arm.

“I am not afraid of you.” You protested. You whirled around, only to find him inches from you.

“No?” He smirked.

“N-no.” You stammered, suddenly feeling very warm.

He leaned his head close to your ear. whispered hot breath fanning you swallowed nervously as pulled back again.

“Need help?” He said, amused. “You seem a bit flushed.”

You glared, grabbing the cups and filling them with water. You shoved his towards him.

“Thanks, Sweetheart.” He chuckled.

As you left the kitchen, you couldn’t hold back a grin. Maybe this wasn’t going to be as bad as you thought.


{synopsis} 1940′s bucky takes reader dancing; the night goes on, some brownies get eaten, and someone feels like they’re flying.

{warnings} sO MUCH FLUFF, marijuana use/consumption, protective!bucky, 

{pairing} 1940′s!bucky x neutral!reader

{word count} 1237

thank you nonnie for the wonderful request! lot’s of love xx

AUTHOR’S NOTE - this is extremely exaggerated. eating a single pot brownie will most likely not cause you to hallucinate, or exhibit any other symptoms written into this one-shot. i just made it dramatic because drama makes everything more interesting. 

   Bucky had somehow convinced you to go dancing. It’s not that you were bad, you were just so shy. People (let alone dance halls) were not your thing, and as the sparkling-eyed boy dragged you towards the flashing lights, distant chatter, and the very pungent smell of alcohol, you were regretting your decision. You stopped hard in your tracks, a rather adorable frown etching it’s way onto your face as you stared at the now concerned James. He placed a loving hand on your shoulder, “What’s wrong, doll? Don’t tell me you’re playing chicken, now…”

   You bit your lip and whined, “I don’t know, Buck! You know crowds aren’t my area… why can’t we just go to the movie house? I hear they’re playing a wonderful film about a girl with skin as white as snow who falls into the hands of a band of dwarves-”

   “Hey!” -Bucky shook your shoulders- “It’ll be alright, sugar. You have me to hang on to. We’ll stay for an hour, then go to the movie house. Alright?” -he grabbed your hand and continued your journey to the hall- “C’mon, Y/N, they’re playing your song.” And as you looked into his hopeful glowing eyes, the chilly September air seemed to melt away, the giggles and hollers of the people around you drained away, and a warm feeling settled in your stomach. Bucky would keep you safe. This was going to be fun.

   Ten minutes. It had been ten whole minutes and you hadn’t even considered going home. You were, well… you were having fun. The band played the most wonderful songs, each having a beat of it’s own, and you couldn’t help but sway your hips along with the rhythm. Bucky had led you through the more complicated dances (he was really good), and the warm feeling only grew as your saw the smiles on the faces of the people around you. The atmosphere in the hall was friendly, inviting, charismatic. Everyone knew what they were doing. After your fourth dance together, you suggested a break was well earned. So, while you took a seat in a bar stool, Bucky rushed off to the men’s restroom. You saw some giggling fellas rush after him, so you assumed he would take a while catching up.

   You couldn’t stop the giddy smile taking over your face, warming up your thoughts. You were having fun. And you were about to have even more fun as a plate of brownies caught your eye. Your head turned left towards the restrooms, checking to see if Bucky was exiting. He was no where in sight, so you hopped out of your stool and quickly made your way over to the table which the brownies were on, eyeing them and the people around you cautiously before taking one lightly in your hand. You smelt it, normal. Bit a small chunk off, heavenly. No one seemed to care that you were indulging yourself, and you were thankful. Though you did notice a few kids sitting in the chairs surrounding the table looked a little whoozey. They’re just tired, you reassured yourself. Bite by bite, you devoured the brownie. The chocolaty goodness invaded your insides, making your brain fuzzy and your stomach a bit jumpy. You weren’t allergic to dairy, right?

   Suddenly a wave of throbbing pain took over your senses, blurring your vision and making you stumble back from the plate. Sensing something was wrong, you fought your way to the back entrance, past the bathrooms, and violently pushed the door open. The crisp air did little for the waves of heat coursing through your veins, nor the pounding headache splitting your skull. You vomited, silently and shamefully, onto the pavement beneath your feet. Your stomach heaved up the remains of your day’s meals, exhibiting them onto the ground in a rather colorful mix. Was it colorful, though? You couldn’t tell, everything looked so colorful.

   The overhead street lights blared painfully bright, and you gasped sharply as you shielded your eyes. Stumbling back, you landed roughly against the brick wall and knocked your head harshly, crying out in pain and falling pathetically to the cold ground below. The door opens suddenly, and a strangled cry of your name splits the quiet. You hiss at the noise, holding out a shaking hand and telling them to “shhhhh!”

   A panicked Bucky kneels in front of you, his hands caressing your droopy face and his obnoxiously loud voice ringing in your ears.  “Hey!” you start, your voice slurred, “Stop that noise mister, or I’m gonna have to call” -you puff up your chest and deepen your voice, your hand coming up to point dramatically at no where in particular- “Captain America!” your lazy giggles fill the air and Bucky looks rather horrified.

   “Oh god, doll, who did this to you!” Bucky’s voice shakes as he lifts you from your rather comfortable space on the floor. You pout and try to fall again, you liked that spot. But Bucky holds onto you tight, quickly shifting your position so that he was carrying your almost limp body bridle style. As you rambled and he worried, he began the short walk back to your neighborhood.

   “Gosh, Bucky! I was trying to”- you hiccup- “sleep! The plate did it, the plate… he’s the one who killed Washington!”

   Bucky shakes his head and glances at your worriedly, “Doll… god I’m so sorry, I should’ve never left you, we should’ve gone to the theater, we should’ve gone to the fucking theater.”

   You gasped in a mocking way, “James Buchanan Barnes! Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?!”

   Bucky chuckled and smiled lightly, “No, darling, I kiss you.”

   You smiled, giddy again, “Yeah, yeah ya’ do.”

   The next morning was absolute hell. Your head throbbed, your back ached, your feet were cold, and you looked like shit. You slowly craned your head to the other side of the bed and saw that Bucky was asleep as well, a small frown etches onto his near perfect features. You turned over (groaning lightly in the process) and brought your index finger up to trace his feature. His creamy skin, thick lashes, sinfully plum lips, and the soft curve of his jaw were all greatly appreciated by your tired eyes. When you had gotten to lightly running a hand through his hair, he woke, cerulean blue eyes bright and lively. But also worried.

   He caught your hand and brought it to his chest, scooting closer to your form. “Hey, babydoll. You ok?” he breathed.

   You nodded innocently, avoiding his eyes. “Hey,” he dropped your hand and raised your chin up to look at him, his fingers stroking your jaw lovingly, “it wasn’t your fault, baby. It was mine, I should’ve know not to leave you alone, I-”

   You stopped him, “James! It was neither of our faults, you shouldn’t have left me alone, yeah, but I shouldn’t have been so stupid as to eat a random brownie. Our faults cancelled each other’s out, alright? It’s over.” He smiled softly, nodding his head in understanding.

   “Now,” you began, a small smile gracing your features, “I need to sleep this off. Cuddle me?”

   He laughed happily, then engulfed your figure in his arms. And you both laid like that, in each other’s arms, you minds at ease, and the past behind you.

Prompt List II Request If You Want

a/n - i know i got like 63890 requests i should do, but i’m not feeling those, so i got some prompts and sorry for not being on lately i have had so many tests and quizzes and my imagines weren’t top priority at the time but now i’m back again!


Request numbers or say the exact dialogues that was written

Say what character, fandom(? Maybe not if its my fandom) fandoms list here

If you have an idea with the dialogues and would like me to write it, i’m all ears, well maybe fingers XD

That’s it and i’ll get back to it soon as possible :)

  1. “Oh fuck you.” “I know you would.”
  2. “But your smile is important to me.”
  3. “I love you, but this is unacceptable.”
  4. “How the fuck did you fit a panda bear in a closet? What if it died?” “It’s not real.” “You’re not real.”
  5. “We both know who’d win that fight.”
  6. “Damnnnn you look hot in that shirt-I mean is it cold in here? Wait what cold? I meant hot. Holy shit you look amazing.”
  7. “Frick.” “Why don’t you curse?” “There’s a story behind it.”
  8. “Tell me you love me.”
  9. “Is this fake?”
  10. “Did you ever truly think I was worth it? Worth all this?”
  11. “What if time hurts us?”
  12. “What if I hurt you?”
  13. “Pizza looks better in that shirt.”
  14. “Is that a compliment?”
  15. “I’m *insert emotion/condition*” “Nice to meet you *insert emotion/condition* I’m potato.”
  17. “How much does a pig weigh?”
  18. “I would tell you a chemistry joke but I know I wouldn’t get a reaction.”
  19. “Smart people know what icup means.”
  20. “Get your knarly ugly ass feet off my couch.”
  21. “Stop looking at me like that, it’s your fault anyway.”
  22. “I thought I could trust you.”
  23. “That was a perfect example of how not to do things.”
  24. “It’s 8:30, I have a hangover and you’re annoying me.”
  25. “So much for not getting involved.”
  26. “I will if you will.”
  27. “I didn’t intend to kiss you.”
  28. “Prepare to be amazed.
  29. “It’s not like I missed you or anything.”
  30. “Never mind, the moment’s gone.”
  31. “You’re an idiot. I’ve met smarter sandwiches.”
  32. “Why are you/we whispering?”
  33. “If you really loved me there wouldn’t be a choice.“
  34. “Now, just hold on a diddly darn minute.”
  35. “It sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself.“
  36. “If you walk out that door… don’t you ever come back”
  37. “Don’t you die on me”
  38. “I wish I could stop loving you”
  39. “I could hold you forever”
  40. “I’m in love…shit”
  41. “Will you lay with me beneath the night sky?”
  42. “You know what sucks? Realizing everything you believed in is complete and utter bullshit.”
  43. “I’m vulnerable when I’m with you, but you make me feel secure. Is this contradiction of emotions supposed to be love?”
  44. “Is that… lipstick, on your collar?”
  45. “Yeah uh - Yeah no, that sounds awful.”
  46. “Dear (name), First of all, I’m so sorry. I really am.”
  47. “So what, you’re just gonna leave?”
  48. “Did you honestly think I wouldn’t figure it out?”
  49. “Hey, can I hold your boobs for a sec?”
  50. “I think I may have found a song that accurately describes how I feel toward you.”
  51.   “Go float yourself!”
  52.      “Do you think we’re bad people?”
  53.      “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”
  55.    “Give me a chance.”
  56.  “I fucked up.”
  57. “I came to say goodbye.”
  58.  “May we meet again”
  59. “I’m so in love with you.”
  60.  “Isn’t this amazing?”
  61. “Catch me if you can!”
  62. “Are you drunk?”
  63.  “Of course I remembered!”
  64.  “You owe me.”
  65.  “It’s just your imagination.”
  66.  “I can take care of myself just fine.”
  67.  “Since when have we ever been friends?”
  68. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”
  69.  “Just talk to me”
  70. “Just shut up and kiss me.”
  71.  “If we get caught I’m blaming you”
  72. “Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now”
  73.  “How long do we have?”
  74.  “How did we become this?”
  75. “Am I ever going to see you again?”
  76. “You make me feel invincible.”
  77. ”Love isn’t perfect and that’s okay.”
  78.  “Are you ever going to tell him?”
  79. “Just let me in. I promise I won’t hurt you.”
  80.  “I didn’t mean what I said.”
  81.  “Don’t look at me like that.”
  82.  “I’m pregnant and I don’t want to lose you.”
  83.  “what do you mean you love me?” “I mean that I love you..”
  84.  “why are you so secretive?” “why aren’t you?”
  85.  “I need a place to stay.”
  86. “I’m too sober for this.”
  87.  “Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
  88.  “No. Regrets.”
  89.  “Leave me alone.”
  90.  “That tattoo is hot.” “It is?” “Yeah, makes me wonder…” “Wonder what?” “What else youre hiding.”
  91.  “I never meant to hurt you.”
  92.  “You need to leave.”
  93. “I wish i’d never met you.”
  94.  “I can’t stand the thought of loosing you.”
  95. “Can I kiss you right now?”
  96. “Don’t touch me.”
  97. “Not sure if you could tell, but I’m not exactly a people person.”
  98. “Was I really that drunk?”
  99.  “Did you hear that?”
  100.  “I hate how much I love you”
  101.  “I don’t want you to stop.”
  102.  “We need to talk.”
  103.  “Does he know about the baby?”
  104.  “That’s starting to get annoying”
  105. “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”
  106.  “I’m not going anywhere.”
  107.  “I’ll keep you safe.”
  108. “How did you find me?”
  109.  “I don’t want to talk about it.”
  110.  “Please, don’t cry.”
  111. “If you had asked me to stay, I would’ve.”
  112. “I didn’t do it!”
  113.  “I did it…”
  114. “I don’t remember that!”
  115. “This is girl talk, so leave.”
  116. “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”
  117.  “You’re too good for this world.”
  118. “There’s nothing I can do anymore.”
  119. “It doesn’t matter. You’ve moved on and I have to be okay with that.”
  120. “I don’t want to feel like this tomorrow.”
  121. “Are you kidding me? We’re not fine!”
  122. “I’m here for you.”
  123. “Don’t leave me behind.”
  124. “I have to tell you something.”
  125. “You can’t just sit there all day.”
  126. “Not everyone is out to get you. Stop thinking that. It’s annoying.”
  127.  “I hate you.”
  128. “I don’t need you anymore.”
  129. “I wish we could stay like this forever.”
  130. “I’ve liked you for awhile now.”
  131.  “Are you flirting with me?”
  132. “Is that my shirt?”
  133.  “Are you mad at me?”
  134. “Are you cold?”
  135. “You’re an asshole.”
  136. “I had a bad dream again.”
  137. “Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”
  138.  “Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?”
  139.  “Don’t argue. Just do it.”
  140.  “Kiss me.”
  141.  “Wait a second. Are you jealous?”
  142.  “Oh my god! You are in love with him!”
  143.  “I wasn’t going to wait around forever.”
  144. “This is all my fault.”
  145.  “You deserve better than me.”
  146. “This isn’t fair!”
  147.  “Could you be happy, here, with me?”
  148. “Do you wish things had happened differently?”
  149.  “Something’s clearly wrong.”
  150. “Keep your eyes on me.”

Chapter Three

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Mystic Messenger High School AU

Word Count: 1,276

⇨This chapter is from Saerans POV! This gets angsty, guys. Gotta set up that conflict, ya know?

Authors Note: Welcome to who’s fic is it anyway where the update schedule is made up and the word count doesn’t matter. I’m sorry guys I feel like George RR Martin when you’re all hoping I post more before I die. I’m sorry this has been so slow I’ll try and be better!

     Saeran grumbled and rolled around in his bed, kicking the notebook off angrily with his foot. At least he tried to study, right? He held his phone up above his face. The truth was he had spent all day periodically staring at the chatroom trying to summon enough courage to type, and because of that he found it impossible to focus on his assignments.

     The clock was winding down and taking his chances with it, it was already heading into the evening hours. He groaned, ruffling the thick hair on his head in frustration. There had been several people interested in him over the years, that’s true, but no one had ever caught his attention like this before. He was lost on what to do.

     “Just do it already, you dumb ass. What are you hesitating for?” he whispered to himself, hoping Saeyoung didn’t hear him from the other room.

You: I know, his lecture was brutal!
Yoosung: Right?! T_T
You: My hand was cramping from the notes
Yoosung: Maybe we can study together?!
*Unknown has entered the chat*
Zen: Getting bold now, boy?
You: What?
Yoosung: Don’t listen to him -_-
707: Lololol
Unknown: Hey
Yoosung: Saeran, hi!
707: Brother!
You: Hello, Saeran!
Unknown: What’s up, ___. I was actually wondering
Unknown: About what we talked about the other day?
You: Oh?
Yoosung: You guys talked??
Unknown: Were you still down?
Unknown: I could meet you outside in like 5…
Yoosung: I’m wondering, too…
You: It’s for art guys lol
You: Sure! I’ll be out soon! ^^
*___ had left the chat*
*Unknown has left the chat*

      Saeran let out the breath he had been holding in. She said yes. Oh, that meant he needed to get going. He grabbed his sketchbook and utensils, stopping in front of the mirror to mess with his hair and check himself out. His twins body perched itself on the door frame out of nowhere, that smug look on his face.

     “You look adowableee,” Saeyoung pretended to pinch his cheeks.

     “Don’t touch me, freak,” Saeran huffed and smacked his hand away, stepping out to head towards the front door.

     “Have her home before 11!” Saeyoung called out before the door slammed.
He saw you sitting on the curb, waiting. For him. You were staring up at the sky, probably because the sun was setting soon. The colors were beginning to reflect on the clouds.

     He cleared his throat to catch your attention, only a few feet away now.

     “Oh, hey,” you turned to him with a smile before standing up with your book in hand.

     You were wearing some shorts and a black t-shirt, plain white sneakers on your feet. You could have just rolled out of bed, but he thought you were beautiful. That effortless sort of beauty that appealed to him the most. Awkwardly he shoved a hand into his jacket pocket, trying his best to be nonchalant.

     “Ready to go?” he asked. 

      “You weren’t kidding, it’s beautiful here,” you sat down and opened your book.

     “It’s my favorite place,” he sat down next to you, “I come here a lot to think and draw.”

     “Does Saeyoung come with you?”

     “No. He’s usually too busy working or at church, plus he can’t draw for shit,” he remarked while opening his book beside you. 

     “Do you work, Saeran?”

     “Nah. Saeyoung works a lot so I don’t have to. He says he just wants me to focus on my art and studies,” he shrugged.

     “Your brother…he’s a great guy, isn’t he,” you remarked cooly.

     Why is she talking about that idiot? He wanted to brush it off as nothing, but the way you said his name and the tone of your voice left a sour taste in his mouth. In a way, he was glad. The anger brought back his confidence. He just needed you to focus on him and the present for a little bit.

     Placing his pencil and pad down he shuffled himself behind you, snaking his right arm along yours and grabbing your drawing hand into his own. Right then he knew he wouldn’t be able to get the fragrance of your hair out of his mind for the next few days.


     “Your stokes. They’re too short and choppy. Long, solid lines are better. Look,” he moved your hand on the page, drawing smooth lines with ease and sketching the landscape with you, “see?”

     “Oh,” you nodded, “I see. You’re really good, Saeran.”

     “So are you. If you really enjoy this, we can keep coming here together…”

     “Okay, it’s better than being at home, anyway,” you confessed.

     “That bad, huh? My mom’s a real piece of work, herself. I know we aren’t super close or anything yet. And I know you hate talking about it. But if you ever need anything…just call or text me, ok?”

     “Thanks, I will,” you nodded.

     He couldn’t blame you for not wanting to open up about it. He had the same dark feelings about his own situation. This was the first time he had been on the other side of something like this, and it didn’t make him feel any better. He was fighting the urge to wrap his arms around you. To kiss your ear. And yet he still wanted to remain close behind you.

     “Well,” he continued, trying to change the subject, “keep drawing. I’ll just watch for now.”

     And he did. Until it was too dark to see the pad properly. He couldn’t remember the last time he smiled so much, and he even made you laugh a few times. He draped his jacket over you on the walk home, since you looked cold. He thought that was shit that only happened in movies.

     “Thanks,” you handed his jacket back as you approached your driveway, “you’re really nice.”

     “No big deal,” he shrugged.

     “See you at school tomorrow?”

     “Ya, see ya,” he watched until you were completely inside.

     His own house was dark and quiet when he entered. He threw his jacket on the couch, only to be startled by a figure rising from it in the darkness.

     “Hey, what the hell,” Saeyoung threw the jacket from his face as he sat up.

     “You scared the shit out of me,” Saeran yelled, “what are you doing sitting here in the dark you freak?”

     “Shh, you’ll wake up mom,” he whispered, “coming home pretty late, huh? How’d it go?”

     Anyone else would disregard his question as innocent. But they were twins. Saeran could see that hint of concern in Saeyoung’s eyes. Underneath that casual demeanor, Saeran knew his brothers stomach was probably in knots right now. Why else would he have sat up waiting for him to come home.

     He remembered the way you talked about Saeyoung and his eyes narrowed towards his twin. Saeyoung. The one who got to hold a job. The one who got to rely on his faith. The one who got most of their mothers attention, rare and shitty as it was. The one who made everything look easy by just laughing things off. He was tired of Saeyoung getting everything.

     “Cut the shit,” Saeran snapped.

     “Huh? What’s gotten into you?” Saeyoung laughed in response.

     “I’m not fucking around, Saeyoung,” his words were cold.

     The smile left his brothers face. They were now standing in the dark, staring each other down in the quiet living room.

     “I’ll warn you this once, since you’re my brother. Stay away,” he took a few steps towards his room, “I won’t let you have her.” And with that he closed the door behind him, leaving Saeyoung standing in the dark alone.


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