that tone of voice

If I promise to never wear them together again

Fluff as I try to get back into the zone of writing Marines

“My god, what are these!”

Ace doesn’t quite groan, nor does he whine. Instead it’s a strange combination of the two that he buries into the thick fabric of the pillow, hugging the softness closer to his face in an attempt to drown Riskua out. That tone of voice alone indicates whatever it is, it’s not gonna be good.

The covers of his bed are somewhere around his shins, tangled between his ankles but Ace has absolutely no desire to pull them up. They’ll only be stripped away from him when Riskua realises he’s trying to ignore her.


The elastic waistband of his underwear snaps against his side and Ace grunts, grumpily rolling over to peer up at Riskua.

She’s wearing his shirt, the purple long-sleeved one he’d got for ‘Marco Appreciation Day’ (in which the whole crew, Pops included, had dressed up as the First Division Commander) and he’d ended up keeping it because it was sinfully comfortable.

Riskua must agree because Ace spies her bra still lying abandoned on the floor, the shirt buttoned at her sternum.

It takes another hard squint, but Ace finally registers what she’s holding up; the pants that he’d eventually matched to the top.

“What?” He just wants to grab hold of her and haul her back into bed, curl up around her small body and just exist for the next few hours.

Riskua’s wide awake though, full of energy so Ace highly doubts she’ll let that happen.

“I want to know why you even own these pants.”

Scoffing into the pillow, Ace abandons his attempts to drop back off to sleep, fully rolling over so he can better look at what the redhead is up to.

“Because I like ‘em, okay?”

“Well the shirt’s okay, but please tell me you don’t wear it with these pants. Tell me it’s a storage mistake and that they’re not a pair.”

“What’s wrong with ‘em?”

Ace looks between the pants Riskua is holding up and the purple shirt she’s wearing, not quite spotting the problem. Neither of them have holes in, no tears, so what’s the problem with them being a pair?

“…Ace. Are you secretly colourblind? It’s okay if you are, you can tell me.”

As if to prove her point, Riskua swiftly pulls the ‘offending’ pants up her long legs, wiggling the material over her hips with a shimmy Ace pays a bit too much attention to.

“Do these look like they match?” Her hands are planted on her hips, Riskua leans forwards slightly, shirt gliding across her thin shoulders to giving Ace a quick glimpse of the supple flesh hidden by the large neckline.

Time for some strategic thinking now. He’s quite capable of recognising an argument he’s not going to win, and he’s recently gotten quite good at picking his battles through no choice of his own.

“If I promise to never wear them together again, will you come and lay with me?”

Riskua’s features melt as her smile warms, eyes bright and head nodding agreeably to his words.

Hooking his thumbs into the belt loops of the trousers, Ace reels her in and swiftly strips her of the pants she so dislikes.

“You can’t keep that shirt,” Ace grumbles as he drags her bodily over to the other side of the bed, arms wrapping around her waist and curling his legs up around hers. Long red hair tickles at his nose as he presses a kiss to the side of her neck, inhaling the clean scent of fresh-from-the-shower Riskua. “it’s my dressing up as Marco shirt. We’ve all got one.”

Her ribs flutter as she giggles and Ace tightens his hold.

This is nice.

Three hours later, Ace feels his eyebrow twitch slightly as Riskua pulls a pair of pants from her own wardrobe with the loudest pattern he’s ever seen upon them. True the colour matches her borrowed shirt, but… it’s so loud.

Do as I say, not as I do indeed.


“You look nervous.”

“I’m not.. you just look so beautiful, love.”

Hayley smiled as she bit her lip and looked down at herself.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” She said in a teasing tone as Klaus looked to the ground and smirked.

“So.. ready to get hitched?” Hayley asked in a joking tone as he chuckled.

“You mean ready to spend the rest of my life with the love of my life and my beautiful daughter?” Klaus asked as he looked up teasingly.

“That too..” Hayley laughed as she moved closer to him and he instantly pulled her into a short but passionate kiss.

“I love you.” He said, a sincere tone to his voice as he put his hand on the side of her face and she moved closer to his touch.

“I love you.” She replied without a moment of hesitation.

anonymous asked:

Angst scenario with Kise where he has a clingy and insecure s/o who often needs to be assured that she's loved, but Kise is the type who doesn't want to be tied down, but he stays because he knows she's going to be broken if he leaves her.

“Are you sure there’s nothing bothering you?”

Kise couldn’t stop the sigh from leaving his lips, the sound just a touch annoyed. He tried not to set his gaze in your direction, knowing that if he did, there would be a slight glare to his look. Pinching the bridge of his nose, feigning a slight headache, he tried his best to sound evenly toned when he answered.

“I already told you,” he started off slow, voice calm. “I’m fine ____cchi.”

“I just want to make sure,” you responded quietly. He could hear the dejection in your voice and it irked him a little.

When had you become this dependent on his reassurance? Kise didn’t remember you always being like this. It had been cute the first couple of times and Kise would always answer you with a smile and sweet words, but now it had started to become exasperating. Couldn’t you tell the very same questions you were asking were the things pushing him farther away?

What did you want from him?

“I love you,” you said after a while, out of the blue like it usually was.

“I love you, too, ____.” Neither of you mentioned how he’d dropped the cutesy honorific.

When had it become a lie?

Um, Traducción Por Favor?

ask : ¡hola hola! Could you possibly write a Nico imagine where the reader is Hispanic and can speak Spanish? (this ig just popped into my head bc I don’t see many. Also I saw you were Puerto Rican! That’s so cool! I’m Peruvian!)

¡Claro qué si! Although, y'all might fucking hate me for this ending, I really like how I wrote this one lmao.

warning : the ending

You cursed loudly into the dark of the night, trekking through the dark, foreign forests of the Amazon with none other than Nico di Angelo. Gripping the straps of your bag in your hands, you glared around, waiting as your eyes adjusted to the night.

“What the fuck are we looking for again?” You asked, a slight annoyance of tone in your voice. You pushed your dark (h/c) locks back from your face, as you grasped a tree trunk, pulling yourself up and over it to get to the other side of the path. “¿Algo para Hades? ¿O algo mas?” You asked, a sigh escaping your lips.

“Something for Hades. Don’t know why my dad doesn’t just come get it himself.” Nico grumbled, tugging off his bomber jacket, sweating from the humidity of the jungle.

“Because the gods don’t like doing shit. Sabes, si tuviera la oportunidad de conocer a mi padre piadoso, probablemente los maldeciré y terminaré en Tártaro porque-” You stopped, groaning. Nico looked at you, an amused look on his face, before chuckling slightly.

“You’re mad, huh?” Nico chuckled, leaning against a rock. You stopped, taking a sip of your water bottle.

“Fuck yeah I’m mad. I could be home, in Puerto Rico, swimming in the fucking ocean and eating good ass food but no, I get to die going on a quest.” You cursed again, ripping a tree branch off of the tree closest to you, chucking it far down the pathway. Sitting beside Nico, you felt slightly bad. You knew what Nico went through, he’s obviously been through more than you.

“Sorry.” You muttered, laying your head on his shoulder. Nico shook his head, sighing slightly. “I’m just pissed off. We’re in the fucking Amazon, Nico. The Amazon, looking for what. A gem for your dad? Una jodida joya para tu papá. ¿No puede comprar una joya en el centro comercial o algo así?” You asked, groaning again.

“I guess not.” Nico fiddled with his fingers, as the sun rose slowly on the east. You closed your eyes, breathing slowly as you gripped Nico’s hand.

“I am so, very fucking tired of all of this shit.” You complained, and Nico nodded, realizing you couldn’t see him.

“Me too. But, we can’t change it. It’s in our blood, Y/N. It’s what we’re destined to do.” Nico spoke, and you groaned, running a hand through your hair, messing it up.

“A la mierda.” You swore, before pulling Nico to his feet. Laughing, Nico let you pull him through the forest, as it lit up slowly from the sun. Chest swelling in happiness, you found the cave Nico was talking about. “Nico!” You said happily, tugging him towards the cave.

“Alright, Y/N stay up here-” You glared at the son of Hades.

“There is no way in fucking Tartarus that I’m waiting here I can’t believe pensaría que me quedaría aquí como una cabrón, Nico, voy contigo.” You spoke rapidly and quickly, causing Nico to laugh slightly.

“Alright, alright. You can come with me.” Nico laughed, not wanted to admit that he found it cute how you quickly ranted going from English to Spanish in a flawless execution.

“Good. Awesome.” You smiled, and you grasped his hand in your own, as he led you down the dark, dry cave. You frowned, holding your free hand out against the wall of the pathway. “Di Angelo, why the fuck would a priceless gem be here?” You asked, and Nico looked back at you.

“Hades. Underground. Gem. It isn’t that hard.” Nico explained, and you frowned slightly.

“But in the Amazon? Why would it be here?” You asked, and Nico led you into an opening, were the gem glowed dangerously in the dark.

“The gods like discarding their stuff literally anywhere they please.” Nico grumbled, and you shrugged, reaching for the gem. “Y/N no-” It was already in your grasp, and you tugged it free from its restraints. The cave floor collapsed in, and you jumped, just barely reaching the edge of the new cliff in the floor. You dangled over the edge, the gem still in your fingertips, pulling you slowly down the dark opening.

“Por supuesto. De jodido curso este lugar está atrapado. ¿Por qué no sería? Esto es una mierda. Todo por una jodida joya.” You cursed loudly, and Nico warily watched you, as he held out his hand.

“C'mon Y/N.” Nico urged, and you grasped his hand, almost pulling him over. He grasped your side, and pulled you up, as you both fell on the stable pavement. Laughing, you stood up, pulling Nico to his feet.

“Nice one Neeks. Now-” You looked pointedly at the blocked exit. Nico grasped your hand, and you both shadow traveled out of there, the rush of cool darkness and the screams of Tartarus rushing into every opening on you, filling you up then pouring out of you. You didn’t realize it, but you were outside the cave, Nico’s hands pressed against your stomach and back, stabilizing you.

“Are you okay?” Nico asked, and you gave him a weak thumbs up, and flashed a smile. You stood up, slightly dizzy, but it was manageable. You laughed.

“Are we doing that again? Because if we do, try to land next to the nearest bathroom. I might throw up.” You looked up at Nico with slightly lidded eyes. Nico laughed, taking the dark gem from your fingertips, and slipping it into his pocket. Slinging one of your arms over his shoulders, Nico watched you with dark eyes, pushing your hair out of your face.

“Up for one more jump, Y/N?” Nico asked, a smirk on his face. Before you could protest, Nico shadow traveled again, trying very bad to ignore all of your Spanish profanities. Landing somewhere in New York, you ran to the nearest trash can, and promptly threw up.

Nico laughed, one hand over his stomach, as you stood up, wiping your face on the back of your hoodie sleeve. “Fuck you Di Angelo.” You cursed, looking around the already busy streets of downtown New York. You walked past the son of Hades, and began walking towards camp, your stomach still woozy. “I could be in Puerto Rico but no.” You muttered, before Nico caught up to you.

“Hey, hey Y/N-” He stopped you, and you turned to glare at the death boy. “I’m sorry.” He apologized, and you waved your hand slightly.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s just get to camp, so I can go to sleep.” You muttered, treading through the crowds, lightheaded and woozy. Nico managed to catch up with you just as you nearly face planted.

“Whoa, Y/N-” Nico stood you up, watching as your eyelids dropped.

“Listen, if you want to get to camp without me getting a concussion, I think you’re going to have to carry me.” You muttered, eyes still closed. Nico cursed under his breath, glad that you couldn’t see the blush creep across his cheeks. Hoisting you up in his arms, he carried you bridal style to camp.

In a daze, you gripped and tugged at his black shirt, causing him to nearly drop you. Fixing his grip on you, Nico passed through the camp border, and promptly brought you to the Infirmary, where Piper was helping Will out. “Mission success, di Angelo?” Piper asked, tending to your passed out body.

Nico shrugged. “Yeah. We got the gem. Y/N only is passed out because we shadow traveled a long distance.” He explained, and Piper looked at Nico expectantly with kaleidoscope eyes. “No, I didn’t get a chance to.” Nico spoke sheepishly, and Piper groaned.

“C'mon Nico. Three days alone in the Amazon together and you didn’t even ask her out?” Nico’s eyes flicked towards a sleeping you, and his face erupted in a deep blush.

“Maybe later. She’s passed out.” Nico gestured towards you. Piper chewed on her bottom lip, pushing your hair out of your face.

“I’m counting on it, Nico. Don’t disappoint me.” Piper muttered, and Nico felt a knot tie in his stomach.


// ooPS, tbh if y'all want a part two I’ll probably make one //

- nez

umbrella-kun  asked:

Duuuuuuuuude your story of MC going through a divorce and ending up Saeyoung is so beautiful! You should make a whole story based on that like Saeyoung's reaction when Jun wanted him to go to the school event and how Saeyoung actually figured out he was in love with MC. (((o(*゚▽゚*)o)))♡

Sorry this took so long. I was busy with Yooranweek and….another week that I participated in :)

But I loved this idea, and decided to go through the same time frame and events from Saeyoung’s POV.

A young brunette walked in with a toddler who giggles at the silly jingle overhead. Saeyoung smiled, how could you argue with the laughter of a child? The boy ran to the shelves and immediately grabbed a cubed toy and it lit up at his touch. His mom tried to get him to put it back, her voice frightful, he’d heard that tone many times from parents who had  never been in his shop.

He walked down the aisle, setting the finished toy on a higher shelf. “That’s ok, these toys are made to be played with.” He informed her as he tried to wipe his hands on his apron.

He walked towards them and knelt by the boy. He wanted to show him what else the cube could do. His cubby face lit up when Saeyoung showed him the secret buttons that opened up panels and he giggled as he closed them, waiting for him to open them again. Saeyoung shared his laughter. He glanced at the boy’s mother and she had a strange look in her eyes, as if it was a surprise to see her son so happy. He blushed at the intimate emotion he witnessed from her. He gave the cube back to the boy and stood, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. It was a habit he had picked up from Saeran, and he hated that it made his emotions so readily clear.

“If you need anything, let me know, feel free to let him play as long as he wants, there’s a reason the toys aren’t packaged.” Saeyoung let her know, intending to leave them to browse.

“What if someone breaks them.” She asked fearfully.

Saeyoung laughed, everyone eventually asked something like it. “No worries, it takes a lot to break them, plus, I’m pretty good at fixing just about anything. Anyway, I don’t sell them to make a profit, I just like seeing kids happy.”

“Oh.” She said. Saeyoung wanted to make sure she didn’t feel as if her son might break something expensive she would have to pay for. Honestly, he lost money with the toy shop, but he had plenty of money. He really just enjoyed doing something with his hands that brought joy to people, not pain. He blushed again and turned before he could make a bigger fool of himself. He watched them, wondering why she looked so sad.

He could feel her watching him. Thinking he was still asleep. She did that often, he was sure the same doubts ran through her mind. He knew that first meeting had been important to him. But he told himself it didn’t matter. He’d noticed the ring on her finger and knew she was married. Whether she was happy or not, was none of his business. He did find the kid cute, so before they left, he let her know about the workshop he held during the week. He knew it was selfish, but he had wanted to see them again.

MC introduced him to her almost ex-husband. Saeyoung could tell right away why she was leaving him. He was an asshole and when he had disrespected his brother and Yoosung, Saeyoung had dropped his nice guy mask and dragged him outside, away from the kids and the parents. He felt Saeran right behind him. Once they were outside Saeran pushed past Saeyoung and grabbed the man by the neck and slammed him against the wall.

“Want to call me faggot to my face?”

“Get the fuck off me! I’ll call the cops!” Meko threatened, but he looked terrified of what Saweran would do. Saeyung had been ready to intimidate the man, but, Saeran was doing better than he ever could. If there was one thing that pissed Saeran off more than anything else, was someone saying or doing anything to hurt Yoosung. And god help him had he layed a finger on Jun. Saeyoung leaned against the building, next to Meko as Saeran squeezed the man’s throat.

“Go ahead! Where’s your phone?” Saeran reached around behind the man and patted his back pocket. Meko squeaked at the touch. Saeran grabbed his phone and thrust it at him.

“It’s 911! Give them my name, I don’t mind going back to prison!”

Saeyoung guffawed. “Maybe Yoosung might care.”

“He’ll understand.” Saeran stated.

Meko glanced towards Saeyoung and pleaded with his eyes, his voicebox was being crushed at the moment.

“Oh, I’d help you. But, my brother has a thing about people disrespecting his husband. I mean, if it was just him, he wouldn’t give a shit, but, with his husband in there, and the kids, you see how it’s completely out of my hands!” Saeyoung spread his hands out and shrugged.

Meko tried to swipe at Saeran, but he wasn’t strong enough. Saeran might look lean, but it was mostly muscle, and he worked out a lot, he found it helped with his anxiety.

“Bad idea, you’re just making him mad. Why don’t we do this. I’ll get him to let you go and we will go back inside, while you get the fuck out of our sight and stay as far away from us as you can get. Also, don’t be a douche to your wife and son.” Saeyoung stepped up to the man and was less than an inch from his face.

“I can hack into your life and ruin you forever. I can make it look like you committed a crime and it would never trace back to me. I can send you to jail for the rest of your life. So, do me a favor, act like a fucking man and a decent father! Or leave them the hell alone.” He turned and walked away. Meko began to gurgle and clutch at Saeran’s arm.

“Let him go Saeran.”

“He needs to apologize!”

“That piece of shit doesn’t deserve to talk to Yoosung.”

Saeran smirked and dropped Meko. “You’re right.” They walked back into the store and resumed their workshop.

MC had never asked him what had happened while they had taken Meko out. He would have told her the truth had she wanted to know. That night he’d looked up Meko Hun and attached several worms to collect information, if he ever needed it, it would be there. He had not been bluffing, Saeyoung was ready to send the man to jail to keep him away from MC and Jun. He had told himself it was something he would do for anyone who needed his help, except, he had found himself wanted to do it whether he needed to or not. He had to restrain himself. MC was not a damsel in distress and he was not a white knight. But he could not help thinking about her constantly. She was always on his mind and he found himself creating toys that he knew Jun would go crazy over. They spent a lot of time in his shop, as she went through her divorce, she told him that it was the one place where Jun acted his age and played without any hesitation or fear. MC and Jun became familiar faces in the store, becoming friends with even Saeran and Yoosung. Saeran would tease Saeyoung about her, but he never pressed her for a relationship, he knew that she was too raw from the last one.

The door chime began to play and Saeran groaned, rolling his eyes. Yoosung sat on the counter and giggled at his irritation. Saeran pushed at him but Yoosung grabbed him and kissed him, making Saeran groan in a completelty different way.

“Hey you two! Kids come in here!” Saeyoung teased.

MC walked up to the counter and Jun ran to Saeyoung, throwing himself on the red-head. Saeyoung laughed and picked him up, tossing him in the air and catching him, sitting him on the counter next to Yoosung. Yoosung ruffled his hair, “Hey Jun, when you gonna start working? Make some money?”

Jun pushed Yoosung’s hand away and giggled. “I too wittle!”

“Little? What? I was working at your age!” Yoosung told him.

Jun’s eyes grew wide and the adults all laughed.

“I made you something Jun, wanna see it?” Saeyoung asked. Jun nodded excitedly and sucked on his fingers.

Saeyuong reached under the counter and pulled out a metal train engine car.

“Wow!” MC had told Saeyoung how crazy Jun was about trains. He handed the train to Jun and picked him up, setting him on the floor. He took the train back and put it down, with the push of a button, it began to roll, slowly, but it gave out little puffs of smoke and pushing another button, it blared its horn. Jun crawled behind it, pressing all the buttons, which did different things.

MC laughed and thanked Saeyoung. She was blushing as she reached into her bag, without a word, she handed Saeyoung an envelope and one to Yoosung.

“What’s this?” Saeyoung asked.

“They’re invitations, for Jun’s school’s Winter Escapade. The teacher asked him who he wanted to invite, and, he wanted to invite you.” MC stared at the floor, as they opened the invitations. They smiled at Jun’s attempt to write their names. Saeran and Yoosung descended on the boy. Saeyoung’s hands trembled. Why was this silly invitation affecting him this way? He looked up at MC and his heart skipped a beat. He wanted to take her in his arms, but he resisted, he always resisted.

MC had told him later that when she had received the invitations to give to him and Saeran and Yoosung, she had realized how important they had all become to her and Jun. Most importantly, it was when she realized that she was in love with him. It still made his insides warm when he thought about it. He had been so scared to make a move, but in the end it had been MC who had asked him out. And today marked their 8th year anniversary. They had three beautiful children who were spoiled rotten and he loved it! He loved her, he wanted to take care of her, he wanted to protect her, he wanted her to be happy. He hated that she still felt insecure in their relationship, he hated the man who had made her feel that way, So each day he made sure to make her feel the way she should feel. Loved, wanted, cherished, respected. It was easy, because he felt that way about her each and every day.

He could no longer keep up the appearance of sleep and his lip curled into a smirk. “How long are you going to stare at me before you come over here and kiss me Mrs. Choi?” MC giggled and scooted his way. Saeyoung opened his eyes and devoured her beautiful face. How had he gotten so lucky? She was the best part of his life. He wasn’t worthy of such a wonderful gift, but he was thankful to have it, and he would never let it go.

“Happy Anniversary my love.” She received his passionate kiss and responded with her own passion, their tongues exploring each other, hands caressing flesh.

Unfortunately, before they could really get started on celebrating their anniversary the door burst open and the kids came in with breakfast. Saeran and Yoosung in tow. Saeyoung wondered if it was karma from all the times he had interrupted Saeran and Yoosung with one of his stupid pranks. He shook his head, but he wasn’t upset, or angry. This was his life now. This was his family. A family he never thought he would be able to have. He loved the smiles on his children, loved knowing that he was making them happy, making MC happy. He watched her eat, watched the kids giggling and proud of their accomplishments. And he closed his eyes, sending a small prayer up to heaven. “Thank you, God, for all the blessings you have allowed me to have. Amen.”

Misc MysMe Fanfics

anonymous asked:

for the affection drabble game Minho 19

Originally posted by mintokkies

Choi Minho: “Kissing their cheek, then their nose and finally the lips.”

It was difficult to get mad at Choi Minho; the man was either too charming or funny to cause the well-known madness that came with every relationship. It wasn’t that the two didn’t fight, but they occasionally remained understanding of one another’s antics and it was always a pleasure to learn things from the other. That night, she had gotten mad at Minho for a mere reason and it was that he was stressed out; normally, when he was stressed out he would talk about how difficult his life was and the tone of his voice haunted her and made her fists tighten, it was like venom coming out of his sweet lips. Now she was sitting in the front yard, her pajama-covered body shivering slightly in the cold night as she waited for something…perhaps a miracle that made that bitter night into one full with kisses and food, but it wasn’t going to happen.

She wasn’t perfect and she didn’t expect him to be perfect either, but she hated when people blamed her for things that were out of her reach. If he wanted to come out and look for her, then he would’ve done it long ago, but his pride was probably keeping him inside the house with the warmth of their covers as a frown covered his handsome features. She was surprised when she felt the soft material of his coat being placed over her shoulders and his hands followed soon after, tracing soothing circles over the covered flesh as he pressed his lips to the side of her head.

“I am sorry…” Those words meant more than she knew at that moment and Minho rests his forehead against the back of her head. “This new movie is too much for me…The director wants something specific and I don’t know if I can fulfill it so I put all my pressure on you.  Sorry.” She scoffs quite loudly as she rolls her eyes, what she hated the most was regret and whilst his words were beautiful, she didn’t like it that they had to fight so he realized that he was being an asshole. “Baby?”

“Choi Minho, do you really want me to answer?” She asks and when she looks back, she sees that his eyes were visibly redder and her heart broke, but she only let out a small sigh. “I don’t like it when you talk to me like that…I know you’re stressed out but I am losing my mind as well.” The confession makes him look at her with bewilderment and she clicks her tongue. “I almost lost my job two weeks ago but I had to beg my boss to let me stay, I’ve been fighting with my friends a lot and you, I’ve been fighting with you and that hurts me!” Minho slumps his shoulders a bit and then he runs his fingers through her hair, letting her know that he was there.

“I am sorry…I won’t do it again!” The cuteness on his tone made her laugh as she leaned against his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist and feeling his hands securing around her shoulders to keep the coat in place. “God, I am so sorry,”

“Minho, stop saying that.”

“I can’t!”

“Why not?” She asks and she flutters her eyelashes when she looks up at him, only to earn a small smile.

“I promised to protect you the moment we started dating and I plan on keeping my promise.” Minho adds and she chuckles lightly, nodding her head before she felt his lips over her cheek. “Now, why did you run outside?  You could’ve died from the cold!”

“Ah, I am strong; I won’t die from stupid things like those.” She jokes and then she nudges his side, earning an eye roll before he pressed his cold lips to her nose, which caused her to close her eyes as the two sat on the front yard. “You know me…I need time to think.”

“I know,” Minho adds as he opens his eyes and his hands go to each side of her face as he looks into her eyes, biting his bottom lip before releasing it, his doe eyed smile appearing soon after. “You’re really cute, you know that?”

“I know.”

“You ruined the moment, sweetheart.”

“You deserve it.” She says and then his lips press to hers in a sealing kiss, one that was full with forgiveness and caring motions that had her head spinning, Without realizing, his arms had wrapped around her body and he was carrying her up, her legs wrapping around his waist without consciousness as she pulled away, hugging him tightly with their cheeks squished together. “I love you and I am sorry too.”

Those words let him know that he couldn’t have a better person in his life.

anonymous asked:

my only friends are online friends, which makes it really hard to respond properly to their messages. Sometimes people say heartfelt things and I take their wording to be humorous so I respond with 'lol' and they get mad because it's not supposed to be funny. Asking "was that a joke?" all the time just kills the conversation and makes me look weird... do you have any advice on learning to read tone of voice from text messsges? I'm really lost

Something my friend and I came up with to help with issues like this is using /s to denote when one of us is using sarcasm. This has helped clarify a lot of things because I know if he doesn’t use it then he’s being serious but if he uses it then it’s more of a joke. Perhaps you can come up with a similar system. 

Followers, does anyone have any other ideas?


Ways To Describe Someone's Voice
  • adenoidal (adj): if someone’s voice is adenoidal, some of the sound seems to come through their nose
  • appealing (adj): an appealing look/voice shows that you want help, approval, or agreement
  • breathy (adj): with loud breathing noises
  • brittle (adj): if you speak in a brittle voice, you sound as if you are about to cry
  • croaky (adj): if someone’s voice sounds croaky, they speak in a low, rough voice that sounds as if they have a sore throat
  • dead (adj): if someone’s eyes or voice are dead, they feel or show no emotion
  • disembodied (adj): a disembodied voice comes from someone who you cannot see
  • flat (adj): spoken in a voice that does not go up and down; this word is often used for describing the speech of people from a particular region
  • fruity (adj): a fruity voice or laugh is deep and strong in a pleasant way
  • grating (adj): a grating voice, laugh, or sound is unpleasant and annoying
  • gravelly (adj): a gravelly voice sounds low and rough
  • gruff (adj): this voice has a rough, low sound
  • guttural (adj): a guttural sound is deep and made at the back of your throat
  • high-pitched (adj): true to its name, a high-pitched voice or sound is very high
  • hoarse (adj): someone who is hoarse, or has a hoarse voice, speaks in a low, rough voice, usually because their throat is sore
  • honeyed (adj): honeyed words or a honeyed voice sound very nice, but you cannot trust the person who is speaking
  • husky (adj): a husky voice is deep and sounds hoarse (as if you have a sore throat), often in an attractive way
  • low (adj): a low voice is quiet and difficult to hear; also used for describing a deep voice that has a long wavelength
  • matter-of-fact (adj): usually used if the person speaking knows what they are talking about (or absolutely think they know what they are talking about)
  • modulated (adj): a modulated voice is controlled and pleasant to listen to
  • monotonous (adj): this kind of voice is boring and unpleasant due to the fact that it does not change in loudness or become higher/lower
  • nasal (adj): someone with a nasal voice sounds as if they are speaking through their nose
  • orotund (adj): an orotund voice is loud and clear
  • penetrating (adj): a penetrating voice is so high or loud that it makes you slightly uncomfortable
  • plummy (adj): a plummy voice or way of speaking is considered to be typical of an English person of a high social class; this word shows that you dislike people who speak like this
  • quietly (adj): in a soft, quiet voice
  • raucous (adj): a raucous voice or noise is loud and sounds rough
  • ringing (adj): a ringing voice is very loud and clear
  • rough (adj): a rough voice is not soft and is unpleasant to listen to
  • shrill (adj): a shrill voice is very loud, high, and unpleasant
  • silvery (adj): this voice is clear, light, and pleasant
  • singsong (adj): if you speak in a singsong voice, your voice rises and falls in a musical way
  • small (adj): a small voice is quiet
  • smoky (adj): a smoky voice is sexually attractive in a slightly mysterious way
  • softly spoken (adj): someone who is softly spoken has a quiet, gentle voice
  • soft-spoken (adj): speaking or said in a quiet, gentle voice
  • sotto voce (adj, adv): in a very quiet voice
  • stentorian (adj): a stentorian voice sounds very loud and severe
  • strangled (adj): a strangled sound is one that someone stops before they finish making it
  • strident (adj): this voice is loud and unpleasant
  • taut (adj): used about something such as a voice that shows someone is nervous or angry
  • thick (adj): if your voice is thick with an emotion, it sounds less clear than usual because of the emotion
  • thickly (adv): with a low voice that comes mostly from your throat
  • thin (adj): a thin voice or sound is high and unpleasant to listen to
  • throaty (adj): a throaty sound is low and seems to come from deep in your throat
  • tight (adj): shows that you are nervous or annoyed
  • toneless (adj): does not express any emotion
  • tremulous (adj): if your voice is tremulous, it is not steady; for example, because you are afraid or excited
  • wheezy (adj): a wheezy noise sounds as if it is made by someone who has difficulty breathing
  • wobbly (adj): if your voice is wobbly, it goes up and down, usually because you are frightened, not confident, or are going to cry
  • booming (adj): very loud and attention-getting
  • quavering (adv): if your voice quavers, it is not steady because you are feeling nervous or afraid
  • a voice like a foghorn: very loud voice
  • in an undertone: using a quiet voice so that someone cannot hear you
  • someone’s dulcet tones: the sound of someone’s voice as they speak

”I can’t think of a single thing I can teach this guy. I feel bad, like I’m scamming him or something!”

“Are you asleep yet?”

“No, are you?”


“How about now?”

sleep over with Zen! | Yoosung! | Saeran!

Just like video games have adjustable gameplay difficulty settings, they should also have adjuatable foul language settings. All the violence stays the same, but when the bad guys get shot they just go “OH JEEPERS” or “MY GOOD SIR”

NCT get so much hate

Taeyong: Had one scandal that ended up being a misunderstanding but then people began adding rumours about multiple scandals and bullying. Luckily SM and fans disproved this and it’s stopped. He even cried and apologized for things he didn’t do. How could anyone hate him?

Yuta: So what he had chin surgery and maybe a nose job? Do you think your faves haven’t had surgery? I mean most idols have so your fave probably has. It’s normal in Korea and shouldn’t be such a taboo concept.

Winwin: He has had a few comments about his lack of Korean skills and bringing nothing to the group.

Johnny: This boy has been getting so much hate and I didn’t even realize until recently. So, apparently because of his lack of lines in songs and not leading in dance or rap people have been calling him talentless and ugly and recently he didn’t get the same amount of photos as other members at photoshoot and has been told not to talk so much by writers. Let the guy live, he trained almost 10 years for this.

Doyoung: He’s gotten hate for his looks and his talent and everything else. When Johnny and Doyoung joined 127, he was the one that got the most hate and fans demanding he got switched with Hansol. And he’s often called annoying or too determined by ‘fans’.

Taeil:• It’s not so much hate but more him being completely overlooked. I’ve seen ‘fans’ call him useless but apart from that he’s just not appreciated within the fandom enough. Finding Doyoung stans is hard for me but finding Taeil stans is almost impossible. Give this guy some love please.

Haechan: He get hate comments at the beginning for being ugly and knetz attacked him for his skin tone. He was then hated on for his voice being high and irritating and even saw someone say he copied GDragon (I know 😒). Recently, it got worse when he had a rumour that he was dating or talking to a saesang fan and loads of his fansites shut down like the snakes they are. SM and even his own members have been known to give him the cold shoulder (unintentionally on NCT’s part) and he’s only really got the support he deserves this comeback.

Ten: Ten got a lot of hate at the beginning as I remember people who ‘supported’ SMRookies shared the video or him singing ring ding dong and people said some really nasty stuff about him being talentless, ugly, gay (even if he is, not a bad thing but was used as insult etc).

Dream: They’ve faced so many comments about how young they are and people either call them foetus’s and ignore their hardwork and talent or sexualise them. Also, when 'fans’ complained about them getting their first win and said they didn’t deserve it.

NCT 127: People began to complain because the music style was all over the place. Then When 2 members joined people complained about the change in unit and unstanned them.

They’ve all gotten so much hate from the beginning and I don’t understand why. They’re attractive, talented, hardworking and the idea and their music is so good. I just don’t understand how anyone could hate on such a great group of guys (or any idols really).