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Bludgers (Harry Potter x Reader)


Request: “Hi! Can I please have a Harry Potter with 9 10 and 13? :)”

9 - “I think I like you”

10 - “Stop fucking around with my emotions”

11 - “That’s just my luck these days”

Harry Potter slowly walked into the Great Hall in deep conversation with his best friend, Ron Weasley. He had recently found himself intrigued with one of the Gryffindor girls, who happened to have been friends with Hermione ever since the train ride to Hogwarts in their first year. They had bonded over their academic ability and was somebody who could be seen speaking and helping the Golden Trio with everything they needed, but wouldn’t be seen with them. Her name was Y/N, and Harry adored her. Whenever she was around, he found himself focusing hard on the way her soft lips pronounced her words, the way her eyes crinkled whenever she laughed, and he often found himself speechless at just how marvelously beautiful her smile was. Both Ron and Hermione had observed Harry’s change in behavior around her, but neither decided to speak about it in front of her; she was unaware of how different he acted and Harry would be embarrassed if she knew.

“I just, I think she’s amazing Ron. Do you think she’d accept if I asked her out?” Harry bit the side of his thumb as he bashfully spoke, avoiding Ron’s smirk and gaze.

“Not bloody likely! Haven’t you heard? Apparently she’s been snogging Goyle in Hogsmeade,” Ron took his lip into his mouth as he attempted to hide a humorous look on his face. 

That’s just my luck these days,” Harry sighed and stopped when he got to the benches at Gryffindor table, completely dumbfounded. It must have been Goyle’s greatest achievement to even be in the same vicinity as a girl as wonderful as her. He couldn’t comprehend why she would even look at him that way. Feeling slightly sick, Harry shook the thought away and sat down to breakfast; he put some toast and scrambled eggs on his plate and filled his goblet with orange juice. His eyes glanced to the Daily Prophet.

“It’s incredibly ridiculous, Y/N, you can’t go on a date with that slimy-” Harry’s head looked up as he saw Y/N and Hermione walk into the Great Hall, both had exasperated looks on their faces. Hermione sat down next to Ron, and Y/N opposite her, next to Harry. She smiled good morning to Harry and took some toast of her own, not eating as much as usual.

“I know, ‘Mione. However, I can’t go back on it now. I already said I would, and besides it’s just one date.” 

Hermione’s face was filled with disgust as she looked at her best friend across the table. She too found it hard to understand why Y/N of all people accepted a date with Goyle. It disgusted her; he and his entire gang were tiring and annoying, an Y/N was usually one to complain about them whilst in the Gryffindor Common Room.

“Who are you going out with, Y/N?” Harry asked, looking in her direction as Hermione’s facial expression changed to a more sympathetic one as she looked at Harry.

“Gregory Goyle. He seemed desperate enough and no one else has asked me out so why not?” She laughed as she teased the other three. “I’m just joking. I pitied him. He won’t speak to me again after this date, it’s just to say that he went out with me.”

Harry raised his eyebrows, his glasses shifting up his nose slightly. He wanted to persuade her not to go, but didn’t want an argument or for her to find out his true feelings of how much he loved her, so he kept quiet, turning back to his plate and stiffly finishing his breakfast. Y/N glanced to the clock at the front of the hall, seeing the time as eleven’o’clock. She finished her toast quickly and began to drink the rest of her water.

“Going somewhere?” Ron asked her. Y/N sighed, then nodded.

“I was really hoping you wouldn’t ask. I agreed to meet Goyle in the morning, so that I could have the evening to do homework. And I’m meeting him in fifteen minutes actually. So, um, yeah. Goodbye, I hope you all have a good day,” she smiled as she grabbed her bag and jogged out, Harry watching after her with longing eyes.

Harry’s heart ached for the rest of the day. What did Goyle have that he didn’t? He was a pureblood, yes, but she didn’t care about that. Harry did not seem to be big-headed but he was certainly a lot more attractive than Goyle was. He was a lot nicer than Goyle was. And he didn’t follow somebody around like a lost puppy, like Goyle did with Malfoy. Harry wasn’t sure how he felt after thinking about her snogging Goyle, the pig who can never think for himself. He thought about Malfoy being there too, telling him exactly what to do whilst she was with him; needless to say, Harry was sick to his stomach and incredibly infuriated. Infuriated with him, for taking her away, and deeply frustrated with her for not choosing him.

Harry was sat doing his Potions essay when she returned. Y/N walked into the Common Room, Hermione at her side, her face pale and her lips blue, as though she had saw a ghost. The two were muttering under their breath, and Harry couldn’t help but feel slightly happy when she came back, obviously dissatisfied with how it went. Ron’s eyes widened, and he too kneeled at her side. Harry couldn’t understand what the three were saying, but he slammed his book shut and held it, walking to the side of them and gaining her attention.

“Enjoy your date, did you? Can’t say I’d uh, quite enjoy it myself. Snogging Goyle and all. How was it?” He asked, his voice laced with sarcasm. An arrogant smirk was on his face as he asked her. Tears formed in her eyes as she frowned, looking at him and holding her head as she looked at him, to stop herself from fainting.

“What on Earth are you talking about, Harry?” she whispered, people around them were glancing around at the two and the silence in the room was uncanny. Nobody else around them was saying anything, and Harry and Y/N maintained eye contact.

“You know what I’m talking about. Stop fucking around with my emotions.”

Y/N gasped, horrified that Harry would suggest such a thing. She stood up, jogging to the girl’s dorms, shoving Harry as she went past him. She slammed the door to the girl’s dormitories behind her, and Hermione shot Harry an angry glare.

“Harry James Potter! She lost a bet, you arrogant git!” Hermione followed Y/N up to the girl’s dormitories and Harry stood still, looking at the direction that she was last sat. Ron was staring at him, biting his lip. 

The next time that Harry spoke to Y/N was the Quidditch match against Hufflepuff the week after the brawl in the Common Room. He saw that she had isolated herself from everybody and he felt a bit bad about what he had said to her and how he had told everybody in Gryffindor that she had went on a date with Goyle. She was beyond angry with him, he didn’t know any of the story and just assumed everything. She knew the Quidditch match would cause a problem between the two of them. She played Beater for Gryffindor, and he played Seeker. Lee Jordan began his commentation, Madam Hooch blew the whistle and the game began. Y/N watched as Cedric and Harry both rose on the broomsticks; Cedric was racing around helping his team, whilst Harry just remained in the same position. Y/N nearly crashed into him.

“Merlin, Potter. Move your ass!” She yelled, giving Harry a foul look. He made a snide remark back, which made Y/N fly her broom back towards him. She gave him an earful about respect and manners. Suddenly, he raced above the top of her head, making her scream in anger. She took her bat, and found the Bludger, hitting it at Harry as hard as she could. He screamed, not moving out of the way quickly enough; the Bludger hitting him, causing him to off his broom. She felt bad immediately and stood there helpless as he fell a minimum of fifty feet from the air. The Gryffindor’s booed while the Slytherin’s watching cheered. Harry had still caught the Snitch, and so her team had won.

Y/N was unable to face Harry for three days after that. He was currently staying in the Hospital Wing; he had broken six bones during the match and was managing to throw up his food, whatever had happened had damaged him badly. Madam Pomfrey assured everybody that it could be fixed, but there was still a constant burning sensation in Y/N’s chest. She knew it was time to apologise.

Hastily, she practically ran through the stone walls of Hogwarts and made her way to the Hospital Wing. There she saw Harry, alone and reading a book. She paced towards him, gaining his attention. He rolled his eyes when he saw her, a strong hurt embedded deep inside of his chest as he looked away from her. Y/N took a step towards his bed, and opened her mouth to talk before Harry cut her off.

“Just- go. I don’t want you here. You attacked me, blatantly. We were on a team! Go.”

Her eyes widened, and she did as he wished. She left, straight away. When she got back to the Common Room, she wiped tears from her cheeks. Hermione gave her a confused look, and she grabbed her arm, taking her to the corner. Hermione hugged her and let her sob into her shoulder, rubbing Y/N’s back as she hiccuped and struggled to get a proper sentence out. 

“H-he means so much to me, ‘Mione. I know what I did was so stupid, but I was angry at him, I don’t understand how he could say that to me, and I bet he doesn’t understand why I attacked him.. I just went to apologise and he basically kicked me out of the Hospital Wing. He hates me, a-and I just, I love him so much.” Hermione smiled as she finally admitted her feelings. Y/N had been in denial for a long while about her love for Harry.

“I know, Y/N. Ron and I both know. I can’t excuse what you did, but I can talk to him when I visit him later, if you wanted?” Y/N nodded, happy that she had a friend as good to her as Hermione was. 

Hermione put Y/N in the girls dormitory and told her to wait there, which she did. She traveled to the Hospital Wing and her eyes widened with surprise when she saw Ginny there. She made her way next to Harry’s bed.

“Hey, Hermione.”

“How are you feeling Harry?” She asked, looking intensely at him and glancing at the small cuts on his face.

The boy sighed. “Terrible, I was a bit hard on Y/N earlier and I have no idea if she’ll come back.”

Ginny tensed up next to him. It was no secret to everybody that Ginny fancied Harry, and had done ever since she first saw him. Unfortunately for her, Harry was more interested in Y/N and she was going to have to accept that.

“About that, Harry. She just came to the Common Room, crying her eyes out, because she feels awful about everything. I really think the two of you need to sort things out.” Harry nodded and glanced to the doorway. He never wanted to argue with her, he let jealousy push her away and he was desperate to get her back.

Hermione told Y/N that she had spoke to Harry and she skipped happily to the Hospital Wing the next day, eager to sort things with Harry. However, when she got to his bed and opened the curtain, she was faced with Ginny. She looked up at Y/N, a foul look on her face.

“Why are you here? You’re the reason he’s in here.” She muttered, frowning slightly at Y/N.

“Ginny-” Harry tried to intervene, but Y/N knew there would be nothing to stop her from taking Harry away from her.

“I’m here to apologise and sort things out, actually. I’d like it if you could leave.”

Ginny gasped, standing up and walking towards the girl. “I’m not leaving, if you want to talk to Harry you can do it while I’m sat here.”

“Why? So you can make sure nobody takes him from you? Harry, she fancies you. Did you know?”

“You went on a date with Goyle!” 

Y/N was a bit taken aback, but Harry interrupted.

“Ginny, please go. You can come back if you really want, but this is a conversation between Y/N and I.”

Ginny rolled her eyes, grabbing her bag and leaving in a huff. Y/N sat down in the seat next to Harry’s bed. She exhaled softly, before speaking.

I think I like you, Harry. No, I know I like you.”


“You heard me, Harry. I’m very in love with you.” And in that moment, she pressed a kiss to Harry’s lips. He moved to hold her waist as she leant over the side of his bed. The two were complete with one another and the moment, even though Harry was in pain, there was nothing which would damage the value of the time shared together at that time. The two kept their kiss lingering for a long time, both incredibly happy and content with the other.

SNK Audio Drama Transcript: “Survey Corps’ Special Appreciation Party Squad - Operation: Hospitality”

調査兵団特別打ち上げ班~作戦名O・MO・TE・NA・SHI -

Survey Corps’ Special Appreciation Party Squad - Operation: Hospitality

[translation: yusenki | editing: thirstylevi​]

Scene: The 104th cadets are hosting the SC’s post-expedition appreciation party for the soliders, and Captain Levi is the guest of honor. Erwin convinces Levi to go.

Characters: Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Jean, Erwin, Levi, Sasha

Intro: Survey Corps is the organization of man-kind’s last hope and their specialty in eliminating titans made them the man-kind’s strongest military force.

Armin: [flipping page] So then we, the Survey Corps’ special appreciation party squad, took care of the preparation for the appreciation party held after the 84th expedition outside the wall. As of right now, the appreciation party after the expedition is just an empty shell; in the past many people attended this party, but due to cost cutting, we have reached the point where we can only serve water and raw potatoes, so the number of attendees are declining. After the cuts, the special appreciation party is continuously afraid that no guests will attend. But tonight, the appreciation party will be different. [flipping page] Tonight for the first time after 21 parties in the past, there will be a special guest. That guest of honor is the strongest soldier among mankind, Captain Levi!

Eren: Thank you, Foreman (supervisor) Armin, and all of you. You heard it, tonight there will be a big job for us, which is the special appreciation party, and just for this party we need to make it successful no matter what.

Jean: Tch, that’s obvious, we don’t need you to tell us such simple things.

Mikasa: Food Provision Head Jean, please listen to Chief Eren until he finishes.

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Iida a TodoDeku shipper?

Ok. So now that I’m riding the TodoDeku train, what if Iida was to find out about their feelings for each other?
When I saw in the latest manga that he was sitting in between them, it got me thinking that Iida somehow catches on to their thing and ships it. There’d be times when he’d leave them alone to do whatever he does just so they could have a moment with each other?

How about that, ey?

Casualties- Chapter 9 (9/?)

I bet you all had forgotten about that intimate scene that Emma and Killian were supposed to film… so did I!

I started off this chapter with Emma’s thoughts on what happened in the previous chapter (don’t want anyone to get confused lol). Also, this is the closest thing to smut that you will ever read from me. It was also my first time writing something like this, so… idk. I have no idea how intimate scenes are actually filmed so just pretend that I know lmao. I’m very nervous about it, but I hope you all like it!

I just want to thank everyone for the support and love that this story has gotten. I’m blown away with every update. I hope to keep you all intrigued as this story progresses. Hoping to have the next chapter posted within the next two weeks. 

@kmomof4 @onceuponaswans @lenfaz

October 4, 2016

We haven’t talked- only in the company of other people. I haven’t slept peacefully since the night of the argument. That was almost two weeks ago. Now, it’s almost 4 am on the day that I am supposed to not only attend a doctor’s appointment with Killian Jones, but we have to film our last scene of Casualties before he leaves the country for the next three months.

Truthfully, I had almost forgotten about our intimate scene in the midst of all of the drama; but my mind definitely doesn’t want me to forget about it now. At this point, I just want to get this whole day out of the way. I just want it to be tonight. Maybe I will finally be able to get some sleep.

That’s a tall order, though. How can I sleep when I am so close but so far away from him?

What do you call it when you can’t stop thinking about someone? When you can close your eyes and still see them? When you literally ache and feel your heart break inside of you when you walk past him and he doesn’t say a word? What do you call that?

Mary Margaret seems to think that I’m completely in love with Killian. David- well, he thinks that we are both two indecisive idiots who don’t know if we hate each other or love each other. Regina agrees… with David. All I know is that after tomorrow, I will have three months to figure out exactly who is right.

How could something like this happen? How could I have allowed something like this to happen?

A loud and painful scream drew Emma’s attention away from her laptop. Before her mind could even tell her that it was Killian’s voice cracking through the quiet house, she jumped out of her bed and ran out of the room.

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Eighth Part To The ‘Hidden Hybrid’ Imagine Collection (Fem!Reader Hybrid X Mikaelson Family)

Part One      Part Two        Part Three        Part Four       Part Five

Part Six     Part Seven     Part Nine

Elijah’s face stayed unreadable as you glowered at him, unlike the rest of your family members he stayed calm and collected, not matter what attempt to escape his newest lesson you made.

“This is stupid I know how to fight.” You huffed childishly, your bottom lip pouting a little as you refused to partake in Elijah’s newest lesson.

“You know how to kill there is a vast difference.” Elijah sighed, shrugging off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves.

“I hit them they stop… not really a difference.” You huffed preparing to defend yourself.


“Hit me.” Elijah said quickly.

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This Weird Feeling

Prompt ~ #15 “I’ve never felt this way before…and it scares the shit out of me.”

Extra ~ Teen!Damian Wayne x Reader

Papers were strewn around the desk and floor of Damian’s room, he was trying to do his homework but his feelings had began to eat him up, confusing him dearly. The reaction to this feeling was havoc on his poor once organized desk. He sat in the middle of the pile, holding his head in his hands as he desperately tried to collect his thoughts. It was silly really, he had looked at the picture on his desk, a picture of you and him at the beach and immediately a weird warmth spread through his body.

How blind could he be?

He should have seen it coming, yet he dived right in with no thought. In those few minutes he now understood, every single thing you did he found beautiful. The way you laughed, how you talked in your sleep, and how you always proclaimed your love for his eyes. It all felt right, everything seemed to click in that moment. Everything had finally become clear to him, he was desperately in love with his best friend and he didn’t even know it.

Damian stood up from the pile of papers, he slipped on his jacket and ran out the door of his room. He quickly slid down the railing of the stairs not carrying how foolish it probably looked. He quickly turned the nob of the front door and slammed it as he ran out. It was raining, but he didn’t care that the rain was pelting him, he pulled the keys out of his pocket and put them in the ignition of his motorcycle. He rode out through the manor’s gates and into the gloomy streets of Gotham. He speed through countless yellow lights in order to arrive faster. Damian took the final left turn and arrived to your street he parked his motorcycle in your drive way. He stuffed the keys into his pockets and brought his hand up to knock the door. The door swung open, you stood there in front of him with your hair in a bun in your pajamas.You immediately pulled him and shut the door.

“Damian? Did you ride your motorcycle here? What were you thinking, you can get sick! You could have gotten in an accident.” You pestered him as he took of his wet shoes and left them near the mat.

“Don’t worry, I am perfectly fine.” He grabbed  both your hands, your warm hands spreading warmth to his cold ones. Damian kept his eyes trained on yours while you gave him a confused look.


“Ive never felt this way before…and it scares the shit out of me.” He finally broke the long silence, you tilted your head trying to signal to him that you had no idea what he meant.

“I never thought it was possible for me to feel this, it’s new. It feels weird, but it also feels right to me.”

“I don’t understand?”

“Don’t you see? I Damian Wayne am desperately in love with you.” When he spoke those words it seemed as if a barrier had been broken. You locked his lips with yours in a matter of seconds, not caring that his hair was dripping wet or that his clothes were soaked.

“It took you some time.” You smirked as you pulled back.

“Does this mean you recuperate the same feelings?” He asked sheepishly.

“Yes! I mean- oh what ever just kiss me.” He pulled you into another sweet kiss, lips moving against each other in a heated dance.

“I love you my beloved.”

“I love you too.”

Written by: @2violetflower15
Summary: AU. Rick and Michonne run into each other while riding the metro in DC. Could a spark of recognition lead to something more? (Each section is limited to 100 words.)

Rating: T


  1. Do I know you?
  2. Don’t make eye contact. Just keep walking.
  3. I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again.
  4. Sit down.
  5. How does this thing work?
  6. Not again.
  7. Don’t be mad.
  8. One question: Why?
  9. Would you do me the honor?
  10. How did this happen?

1.“Do I know you?” (Rick)

Maybe it’s her hair? She kinda looks like that accountant that Daryl brought with him to Glenn’s Fourth of July party last summer. Or was it two summers ago? Lori was nine months pregnant at the time, so it had to have been last summer. He remembered because she had chosen that particular get together to announce to all of their mutual friends that she and Shane were getting married. And he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of the stranger with the enigmatic eyes, and the thick black hair. That has to be her. Shit, she’s looking…


2.“Don’t make eye contact. Just keep walking.” (Michonne)

The blue eyed stranger had been staring since Metro Center. Take a damn picture, sheesh. The train car slowed to a stop and a bell chimed. “Doors opening: Woodley Park.” Finally. She stepped onto the platform, already envisioning the pesto pasta she would order for dinner, when she collided with a solid chest. She looked up into familiar blue eyes.

 “Hi. Have we met?”

She blinked, transfixed. He’s southern. “I don’t think so.” She turned to leave.

“For some reason I feel like you put Doritos in your sandwiches,” he called after her. “Am I right?”

She didn’t answer him.

3.  “I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again.” (Rick)

He’d taken the red line everyday for three days straight, but had yet to see her again. Doritos. He cringed. No wonder she kept walking.

 “Are you stalking me?”

Her voice was deeper than he remembered. Sexy. “No.” He took in her strappy black heels and her long, bare legs. Fancy.

“Maggie’s BBQ. You took the last of the chips.

“If I recall correctly, you yelled at me. Lesson learned.”

“I thought you lived in Georgia.”

The heel of his cowboy boot clicked against the dirty concrete. You can take the boy out of the country.  He smiled. “Not anymore.”

4.  “Sit down.” (Michonne)

Doritos. She tried to write it off as an oddly specific pick up line, but his eyes just wouldn’t let her.

She and Mike had just split, and she was feeling sorry for herself. Daryl, ever a friend, had invited her to Maggie’s BBQ. Old blue eyes here had been a little greedy, and thus incurred her wrath. She’d been hormonal and depressed but he’d just smiled at her with those eyes.

The train arrived and she entered the railcar, sliding into an empty pair of seats. She turned to look at him. “Are you just going to stand there?”

5. “How does this thing work?” (Rick)

They sat together for the short ride to Adams Morgan. The silence between them was awkward, but not entirely uncomfortable.

“Maggie said you’re in DC to be closer to your kids.”

Kid. Singular. He swallowed. “Yeah. My ex wife moved here with her new husband.” She smells like peaches. “I think our stop is next.”

She nodded. Silence. “I could give you my number.”

Thank God. He pulled out his phone. “I don’t really know how to…it’s new. My son made me get it.” Smooth, Grimes.

“Here, let me.”

Their fingers brushed when she took the phone from him.

6. “Not again.” (Michonne)

Her phone beeped.

Hi. It’s Rick. From the train. No work today. Sick kid. Sorry to miss you.

When she hadn’t seen him, her first thought was: I hope he’s ok. Followed immediately by: I hope he’s still interested. She hated feeling insecure.

Ending things with Mike had killed her. She’d spent a lot of time sitting with the ghosts of that relationship. She’d almost become a ghost herself. Fortunately, Andre wouldn’t let her.

She wouldn’t go back to being that woman. Certainly not for some beautiful stranger.

Those eyes.

This isn’t going to work for me.

She hit send.

7.  “Don’t be mad.” (Rick)

He eased into the seat behind her. “Hey.” He wasn’t expecting the wall of silence that greeted him. His hands were sweaty which made it difficult to hold the phone.

I missed seeing your face yesterday.


Is that weird to say?

The few feet between them felt like miles.

Listen, whatever I did. I’m sorry.

 A bell chimed and the throngs of passengers spilled out onto the busy platform. He scanned the crowd for a glimpse of her face, but she was nowhere to be seen.

 And then he smelled peaches.

“It’s not about you. At all. It’s me.”

8. “One question: Why?” (Michonne)

The train screeched its way down the track and the platform cleared, leaving them in their own little bubble. “I’m being intentionally obtuse here.”

He laughed. “I gathered.”

She was surprised. “I don’t have a lot of time for dating. I work, a lot. And I have a young son at home. This, ” she gestured between them with a frantic hand, “is a distraction. ”

“I distract you?”

His face over breakfast with Andre. His voice during a conference call at work. His eyes at night while alone in bed.

“Yes, you do.” That smile. “What do you want from me?”

9. “Would you do me the honor?” (Rick)

“We could start with your name? You didn’t include that tidbit with your number.” He tilted his head and gave her a soft smile.

 She stared at him with narrowed eyes. “Intentionally obtuse, remember?”

“Right,” he joked, “How could I forget?”

“It’s Michonne.”

He scanned her face. “Is that French?”

Her mouth twitched. “At its root, I suppose.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Michonne.” He extended a hand in her direction. She hesitated briefly, then shook it gingerly. “So, I passed a sandwich shop on my way to work today, and they were fully stocked with Doritos. Are you hungry?”


10. “How did this happen?” (Michonne)

She bit into her Italian sub stuffed full of corn chips and smiled at the cheesy crunch. Old blue eyes, Rick, made sure to buy a few extra bags. Now he was telling her a story about his son’s nose, a marble, and the emergency room. He’s funny.

“So, Michonne… I’d like to see you again. What do you think?”

I think I’m standing on the edge of a cliff. She looked up into his eyes and a sense of calm settled over her. He seemed worth the risk. She took a breath, and jumped.

“I think I’d like that.”

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You’re Cute || Minghao || Oneshot

Originally posted by softsnuper

GENRE: fluff, minghao!au, trains, late-night-rubbish-writes, oneshot, request

WORDS: 1224

REQUEST: Could you do either 18 or 22 pls. And if I can ask for Minghao pls or not whatever you decide c:” + “For the aus that we never asked for. Number 22 please, because that situation’s extremely embarrassing but cute 😂”

#22: “we go on the same train every day and i complain about how hot you are to my friend thinking that you don’t speak english except once you were like ‘honestly you’re pretty damn fine yourself’ oh my fucking GO D” au

“Dude. Dude dude!”


“Dude look!”

“What, where?”


“WHAT!” your friend roared, pulling her arm away. You didn’t realize you had been shaking her shoulder this whole time. You pointedly excitedly into the train.

“Look! It’s him!”


You rolled your eyes. “The same guy I’ve been telling you about! Train boy! The really hot one!”

Her gaze followed yours into the train and you both watched as the guy put on his headphones, scrolling through songs on his phone. In those few seconds before the doors opened, you noticed everything about him.

His side-swept brown hair. The doe-like eyes. His casual sitting posture; leaned back and legs opened wide. There was a slight smirk on his lips.

The doors opened and you hurried inside, dragging your friend to stand right in front of him.

“Dude what are you doing?” your friend scolded. “I know you – you’re going to be fangirling over him the whole ride. Why are we standing here!”

You noticed she had switched to speaking in Mandarin. “You don’t have to do that you know. He’s wearing headphones.”


“So that means we can speak about him freely and he won’t hear us, duh.”

In front of you the boy laughed at something on his phone. You liked the way he laughed; it was more like a giggle and he would throw his head back happily each time. It made you smile yourself.

“Yah, stop looking at him like that,” your friend snapped her fingers in front you. “That’s creepy!”

“I can’t help it, he’s so cute.”


“Would you look at his arms! Look at those veins. Do you think he works out?”

She shrugged.  “I don’t know maybe he breaks.”

“Like break dance?” you gasped. “That’s so cool! That would explain why he’s always in those dance clothes. He’s always sweaty in on Tuesdays, Thursday and Saturdays.”

“You are a stalker.”

“Just observant.”

Your eyes flit back to the boy. Today he had on a little silver earring on his right ear – usually he wore earrings on both but you figured he looked better with just the one. “Dude he looks so badass today.”


“Look at the earring! He looks so good like that holy crap.” Almost like he heard you, the boy touched his ear. “He usually wears both but he looks really good with just one. It makes him look like a gang leader.”

“Again, you’re a creep.”

“Is it weird that I want to run my hand through his hair?”



“Y/N shut up!” your friend clamped her hand over your mouth. “You were squealing. Squealing!

“I can’t help it he’s so cute.”

“People are STARING!”

“Why are they staring at me? They should stare at this beautiful that’s right in front of me.”

Admittedly your fangirling today was really bad, especially since you didn’t have to struggle to use Mandarin so he wouldn’t understand what you were saying. On other days you would usually just throw some compliments about how hot he was – he was really hot – but right now, the boy in front of you was giving you too many reasons to appreciate his beauty.

He kept pushing his hair back with his hands and grinning right on cue. And that little dimple over his lip kept making an appearance…

As the train travelled on, more people started leaving than entering. You got a seat directly opposite the boy right after your friend left and spent the rest of your time shooting subtle looks his way. Since you lived at the very end of the line the train was practically empty a few stations before your stop.

You waited for the boy to get off: His station was five stops before yours. The train doors opened and closed but he didn’t leave.

You looked up curiously.

…And found him staring back at you.

Your eyes widened.

There was a half-smirk on his lips and a playful glint in his eyes. He stood up and took off his headphones, crossing the width of the train and sitting down in the empty spot next to you. His gaze didn’t leave yours.

Nǐ jīntiān hǎo ma? How are you today?”

You blushed furiously. “Wǒ hěn hǎo, xièxiè nǐ.”

“Do you know what these are?” he asked, continuing to speak in Mandarin. He pointed to his headphones.


“Do you know what they’re good for?”

“Listening to music?”

“Ah,” he held up a finger, grinning devilishly. “You’re half-right. But they’re especially good for pretending to listen to music.”

Your blush deepened. “What exactly are you saying here?”

“I think you know exactly what I’m saying.” He leaned forward, eyes dancing. You refused to meet his gaze, choosing instead to focus on the up-turned curve of his lips.

He moved back, crossing his arms casually.

“You probably don’t know this – or do you? – but I’m a student here from China. Chinese national through and through.” He turned back to you. “In other words, you need to brush up on your pronunciation my friend or you’ll never be understood by a native.”

“Don’t wanna be understood by a native,” you pouted.

“You’re cute when you pout.”

“Don’t say that!”

“If I recall, you’re the one who said that, about me.” He was grinning widely.

“You’re enjoying this!”

“Of course! I can’t help it that you look really cute today.”

“Stop it!”

“Stop what?” he asked innocently.

“You know what.”


“This!” you waved your arms wildly. He laughed, copying your actions. “What? What is this?”

“This teasing! You’re flirting! I can tell; you’re definitely flirting.”

“You like it.”

“No, I don’t!”

“You do. You’re so red,” he reached out and pinched your cheek. “Look, your ears are turning red!”

“Oh my god stop it!”

“Ahhh you’re really cute!” he dodged as you tried to swipe him. “I don’t know why I didn’t do this earlier. You’re like a little puppy!”

“You weren’t actually laughing at your phone just now, were you? You were laughing at me freaking out about you.”

“Pretty much,” he smirked.

You groaned, embarrassed. You tried to hide your face in your hands but he wouldn’t let you. He kept using your hair to tickle your ears so you would have to look up and stop him, then he’d be pinching your cheeks again. He wouldn’t stop saying how cute you were.

“What even is your name!” you complained.

He chuckled. “Minghao. And yours?”


He grinned, throwing his arm over your shoulder. “Y/N I think this is the start of a very beautiful friendship.”

You groaned. “This sucks. I didn’t know you were this annoying. I should’ve kept my mouth shut.”

“And deny me of your adorable thoughts? Never!”

“I can’t believe I said all those things! And you could hear and understand them! This whole time!”

“They made my day.”

“Hoo-ray,” you said miserably.

The train finally pulled into your stop; the last station. It had been the longest three-station ride of your life.

“Y/N, I think to commemorate the start of this friendship, you should treat me to some food.”

“Are you serious?”

“My favourite is anything that reminds me of home.”

“You’re serious.”

He beamed down at you. “We have a long time ahead of us Y/N. Let’s get to it.”


Giving One Direction my art

Hiya everyone,

The least I can do for all you after all you’ve done for me is describe what happened when I met One Direction and got to give them my artbooks.

I was lucky, really lucky.

The history
About a year ago, I met Louise at Wembley. Louise is Dan’s, 1D’s guitarist, mom. I’d had my art on me at the time and we’d been talking on Twitter. She said she would try to help.

So, she gave my artbook that I’d made for the Where We Are Tour to Dan.

He then showed it around, and eventually Karen Payne took it, even though Dan had meant to give it to the 1D boys themselves. I didn’t hear about it after. (but there is more on that later)

We kept in touch though, and about a year ago, Louise suggested that I join her for the next tour, which turned out to be On The Road Again. A year is a long time though, so I had plenty of time to put together a new artbook, with new art, even though I was a little discouraged after never hearing what happened to my other book.

Concert week
Fast forward to the week before the concert. You were all helping, reblogging and tweeting to get my art noticed. My concert was supposed to be on Saturday 10/10/2015, but earlier that week, there was a little hick up that had us all worrying I might not be able to go at all. Thankfully, Dan was able to move the tickets to Sunday 11/10/2015. I was able to move my return flight (for a fee), and book an extra night at the hotel that Louise and her family (her daughter Jade and her sister Jude) had picked out, that we were staying in together.

I spent the Saturday with my friend Sam @almost-a-class-act who (very unfortunately) could not be there on the Sunday because like my flight, her train was booked and she couldn’t change her ticket. 

I spent Sunday afternoon with Dan and his family, visiting Cadbury World. That was fun and I ate surprisingly little chocolate. There’s a ride there that we took photos on as well, and Dan has them, I think, but I’m sure they’ll come my way. Here’s a photo of me and some hot chocolate (taken by Dan).

Anyway, let’s move on. We went back to the hotel where there was a wedding that I was half expecting Harry Styles to crash (but he didn’t). Soon we were on the road again (ooooo punny), walking to the stadium and getting our tickets from the box office. They had a blue guest badge with them which I assumed was because we were catching up with Dan at some point.

I sat with Jude in a quite far away yet with a very good view accessible seat while Louise and Jade sat together as well, on regular seats, somewhere else. We watched Jamie Lawson and thought he was great!

When he was done someone from One Direction’s security team came over (I had never seen him before), and asked for our names, so I said Maartje (but they had me written down as Faye). So he took us through the stadium, down a lift to backstage. I at this point still had no clue because I thought we were seeing Dan (which we did, obviously). I saw Ashton Irwin in the hallway. Anyway, we were sat down in a room opposite catering, and Louise and Jade joined us. Then their ‘tour mom’ Sally came in and introduced herself and she was telling me how she’d seen my art and that she’d been following it for a while. You’d think I’d have an inkling by that point, but I think I was just afraid to get my hopes up.

The meet and greet
Next thing she said was “Right, we have to move you all for the meet & greet.” And I just went really quiet and squeaked “Is this what I think it is?” and everyone laughed at me good-naturedly for not figuring it out sooner.

Back to being smiley but really quiet. We moved out of the room and passed Liam in the hall, who got a big hug from Jade and told us “I’ll come meet you in a minute.”

So we moved into the next hall, very near the stage, and Sally let us know that it wasn’t usually like this and that there was usually a room for it but they were late to get on stage so it’d have to be quick. So we put the things we wanted signed out on the table (my mini artbook for me) and we talked a bit. Sally said that they see a lot of the things we post on social networks. So never think they don’t see you. They do. She told me that they knew who I was. I think Sally also tells them things. Meanwhile, Harry was already ready but in the hallway, and waiting for the rest. 

Niall came over first, and I shook his hand because hugging someone in a wheelchair is difficult, haha. I gave him my artbook and he looked at it, flipping through it. When he found a painting of himself, he commented on it “Who’s this good looking guy?” and everyone laughed.

Harry then came over and kissed me on the cheek and hugged me and I very nearly made it awkward because us Dutchies kiss three times on the cheek to say hi so I went to do that but then realised that Harry wasn’t Dutch so we nearly bumped faces (hahaha I’m so dumb) and I apologised about ten times.

I gave him my book and he seemed really humbled (they are seemed to be, to be honest), and asked “Is this for me?” and then he started looking at it and asked me if I’d drawn them on the computer and told me I was very talented (thanks, Harry). Then he just continued looking at all of it and he talked to Jude about it. 

I’m not really clear on the order of what happened next, to be honest, because it was all so quick.

Again, I’m not sure what the order is here but Harry was flipping through my book, apparently looking for something, and then he came back over. He pulled the letter I had stuck on an empty page in my book out - I was really confused because I thought he didn’t want to keep that - handed me the book back and asked me “Can you sign this for me, please?”

I turned into a potato. I swear. I got so dumb. I was like “Really?” in disbelief because I wasn’t expecting him to turn the tables. “Well, what do you want me to write?” Like I’d forgotten anything I’d ever written online, or in my book, or on twitter. I just forgot how to put something nice in a book but then I got my brain back and wrote: 

To Harry,

Thank you for being lovely and such an inspiration.

Lots of love,

Faye (or Maartje)

Then Louis and Liam came in, very chummy, and said hi and signed my booklet. Liam was about to sign the two remaining artbooks on the table but I told them they were for them and he was super nice and surprised. And then, yeah, here it comes… he told me he had seen my other artbook that his mom has. (I also saw Karen and Geoff, they passed us)

I got a photo with him and Louis, who was also a sweetie and complimented me on the art a lot. I got a picture with them and Jade also got one (hilariously telling me to get out of the way first and making us all laugh).

After that it was time for them to go and I’d missed the opportunity to take a photo with Niall. But anyway, Harry came back to hug and kiss me again and then I gave Dan a hug because he’d helped make it happen (With Louise, Jude and Sally) and wished them all a good show and then they were walking off (with Liam and Louis still flipping through the book).

That’s it. It was so fast. But it was everything. My art in their hands, with them being incredibly humble and lovely, and Harry especially making me feel so appreciated. That right there was probably the best moment ever for me as a person and an artist. I was there to see them, and he made it about me (and Jade). They all did, and it was absolutely wonderful and I couldn’t have asked for more.

I am so incredibly grateful to Dan, Louise, Jude, Jade, Sally and the other people who made this happen for me, and all of you! It means a lot to me because as you know, becoming a part of this fandom was the best accident that has ever happened to me and my 1D art is some of the best I’ve done. I’m sure I forgot loads of things, because it’s so hard to absorb everything. I was pretty much on a cloud for the rest of the concert… Best night ever. Thank you boys!

I really hope I’ll hear from the boys (who knows), and I have loads more photos on the way that I will share later but I just couldn’t wait to write this down.

More soon!!

“New things” (Steve x Reader)

Title: “New things”

 Prompt/ Requested by: @pumpkinjuice18  : Hi there 😀 I was wondering if you could do a reader fix with Steve where they meet on a train and he sits with her noticing her sketching and they start to bond over it maybe with rain and coffee and charcoals? Lol thank you so much 😊

MASTERLIST || Prompts to be requested

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem-Reader

Word count: 1056

Warnings: None?

A/N: Oh well, I don’t know how did this turned out (and if you don’t like it tell me and i’ll do my best to make it better!) but heeey here it is!! Hope you guys enjoy it! (And of course let me know! And remember that requests are still open and prompts request too) As usual if there are any misspellings or errors I’ll fix them in the morning. Kisses xx

|| I don’t own Steve Rogers or any of the Avengers, they belong to Marvel. ||

It was really late when Y/N came out of work with her box filled up with her belongings, yes, she did get fired. No, she didn’t deserved it. It wasn’t like she wasn’t the top member of the company that kept her for so many years just to fire her with a simple “Oh well it’s time for you to… try new things.” Like that was going to work.

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The first photo is taken from an FFXI source, but judging from the flavor text I noted from FFXIV, I think it’s safe to use as a visual aid for our game as well. They’re all historical descriptions of various types of horses. Descriptions follow. I hope my fellow roleplayers can find a use for this information! I know that for Yvelont in particular, being Ishgardian, his chocobo is an important part of his character.

Rouncey - The term rouncey was used to refer to an ordinary, all-purpose steed. They were used for riding, but could also be trained for war. It was not unknown for them to be used as pack animals.

Destrier - The destrier is the best-known war steed. It carried knights in battles, tournaments, and jousts. It was described by contemporary sources as the Great Horse, due to its significance. While highly prized by knights and men-at-arms, the destrier was not very common. Most knights and mounted men-at-arms rode other war mounts, such as coursers and rounceys. These three types of steed were often referred to generically as chargers.

Courser - A courser is a swift and strong steed, frequently used as a warhorse. It was ridden by knights and men-at-arms. The courser was more common than the destrier, and preferred for hard battle as they were light, fast and strong.

Palfrey - The term ‘palfrey’ usually referred to the most expensive and highly bred types of steed, sometimes equaling the knight’s destrier in price. Consequently, it was popular with nobles, ladies and highly ranked knights for riding, hunting and ceremonial use. The significant characteristic of the palfrey was that, rather than trotting, it usually possessed a smooth, ambling gait. 

Jennet - A Jennet was smaller than a palfrey, and was noted for a smooth naturally ambling gait, compact and well-muscled build, and a good disposition.

Signs as Melanie Martinez Songs

Aries: Tag You’re It //

Little bit of poison in me
I can taste your skin in my teeth
“I love it when I hear you breathing
I hope to God you’re never leaving" 

Taurus: Sippy Cup //

Blood still stains when the sheets are washed
Sex don’t sleep when the lights are off
Kids are still depressed when you dress them up
And syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup

Gemini: Play Date //

I don’t give a fuck about you anyways

Whoever said I give a shit about you

You never share your toys or communicateI guess 

I’m just a play date to you

Cancer: Milk and Cookies // 

Ashes, ashes, time to go down
Ooh, honey do you want me now?
Can’t take it anymore, need to put you to bed
Sing you a lullaby where you die at the end 

Leo:  Pacify Her // 

 Tired, blue boy walks my way
Holding a girl’s hand
That basic bitch leaves finally
Now I can take her man

Virgo: Teddy Bear //

Stitched you up, put you together

With cotton and feather

Gave you love, put my heart inside you

Oh what could I do

Libra: Mrs.Potato Head //
Kids forever, kids forever
Baby soft skin turns into leather
Don’t be dramatic it’s only some plastic
No one will love you if you’re unattractive

Scorpio: Crybaby //

You seem to replace
Your brain with your heart
You take things so hard
Then you fall apart

Training Wheels //

I love everything you do
When you call me fucking dumb for the stupid shit I do
I wanna ride my bike with you
Fully undressed, no training wheels left for you
I’ll pull them off for you 

Capricorn: Alphabet Boy //

I know my ABC’s, yet you keep teaching me
I say, fuck your degree, alphabet boy
You think you’re smarter than me with all your bad poetry
Fuck all your ABC’s, alphabet boy

Aquarius: Mad Hatter //

My friends don’t walk, they run
Skinny dip in rabbit holes for fun
Popping, popping balloons with guns, getting high off helium 

Pisces: Cake // 

 I’m not a piece of cake
For you to just discard
While you walk away
With the frosting of my heart
So I’m taking back
What’s mine, you’ll miss
The slice of heaven that
I gave to you last night

on sansa, and kindness, and sandor clegane

let’s see if i can make this post without devolving into sansan trash.

i’m gonna try.  i hope i’ll succeed.  i probably won’t tho sorry in advance.

the trouble with sandor clegane, of course, is that he’s fundamentally abusive to sansa during the vast majority of their interactions.  can in such a setting, can sansa’s “kindness” actually be “kindness” so much as someone in an abuse scenario who is trying to placate the abuser in order to preserve her own personal safety.  i’m sure some will argue no.  i argue yes.  i think in her own terror, she manages to be empathetic to the pain that is causing his actions and in that she is, fundamentally, kind.

so let’s roll:

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Kaoru Tattoo Tribal A to Z interview


What comes to mind when you think of art?

Sometimes I visit art galleries, but rather than the kind of things you’d find there that everyone recognizes as art, I’m more attracted to, and feel more things from, things that stick out in my daily life. Natural things like flowers blooming in a weird place, or clouds with strange shapes, etc.

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mitsunari  asked:

platonic AoHina

I think this is my favourite platonic relationship in Haikyuu. I can ship them both romantically and platonic because I’m just so happy to see them together.

I love that they acknowledge each other as good strong rivals, that Aone will even go so far to glare at his own team for disagreeing and that when Datekou lost he spoke about strong players and then cut to Hinata. That handshake at the end of their first match gets me each time, It’s such a healthy rivalry as well they don’t talk badly about the other they want them to succeed. I have a headcannon of Hinata doing lots of yelling and bouncing if anyone dares insult Aone in his presence.

Also just imagine Hinata bringing Aone home to meet his sister. Natsu has heard so much about her brother’s new friend the awesome giant middle blocker because he talks about how cool he is all the time. Aone would be so scared becasue children are usually scared of him but then they’re in the house and Hinata’s mum is so friendly and Natsu loves him at first sight and insists on piggy back rides  and making flower crowns and Hinata’s just at the back smug because how could they not like him?

I really love how Hinata gets over his fear too. When they first met he was hiding behind others and looked pretty terrified but that’s changed into this positive rivalry that pushes them both on. 

Hinata wouldn’t have to think twice about sitting next to Aone on the train. AoHina train buddies where Aone doesn’t have to worry about it anymore because his journey is full of non stop chatter from the bouncing ball of sunshine that is his friend.

Plus Aone is my second favourite character (depending on my mood he sometimes takes first) and it kills me to see other’s scared of him from just his looks and to know that it worries him just ugh my heart.

The Time Has Come.....

Hanjuliet requested……

Kai wolf AU scenario you guys have been best friends for 2 years so the first time he met you he knew you were his mate but wanted to wait for you to start liking him before imprinting on you? ^-^

And now it’s finally here! I did add some more personal aspects to this, like you do have feelings for him, but you don’t admit it. I got a little too creative and I love it too much to get rid of it. I hope this doesn’t bother you! But dude, Kai being my main bias in Exo, it gave me so many feels, so I hope you get the same effect as I was writing it! I hope you enjoy it, hope I didn’t disappoint!

This scenario has some suggestive and sensitive themes with the scene at the bar, so I’ve put a * by where the paragraph is and *** where the actual content is. Use these to your own advantage. If you have any sensitivity to the subject matter, read as you will, because reader discretion is advised here!!!!!!

This is a Kai Wolf!AU piece, filled with angst, and medium in length

Enjoy everyone!


The Time Has Come…..

He was acting weird all day today. And you couldn’t tell why. He was avoiding you gaze quite often today, and it was weird. Kai was always doing sweet things for you, but he was now acting like a stranger. His awkwardness made you begin to reminiscence of the two years you had known him.

(Flashback happens in order of events that leads back to the present)


“So, I know we just meet and everything, but you seem cool! What are your hobbies, if you have any?” Kai was dragging you off into a café and found a table for you both to sit at. He kept trying to talk to you, and he was coming on a little strong for you. Could he have liked you and you just saw each other for the first time half an hour ago? It was highly unlikely, but something still seemed weird about him and his behavior. He was almost like a lost puppy, happy to see you, as his owner. He was being playful, and you decided to try and play along. You realized that there was more than his charisma to him. He was very avid, yet nervous to speak to you. He was all hype at first, but he’s very shy acting when you began to ask him about his life. He mentioned dancing, which made sense for him, and other performing arts, but that was it. He also mentioned something about hunting, but he didn’t go into more detail other than that. You wondered what kind, but you didn’t dare ask to elaborate. It got oddly quiet after he mentioned it, and he was awkward. That was a first. You’d be sure you’d see a lot of that as your friendship progressed.


Then nights of unexpected visits began to arise. It used to be maybe once or twice a month. You would be open to spending more time with him. Then, it just happened out of pattern and you’d never find out when he’d come. He would just stop by with a movie or with a cookbook and offer to participate in whatever he brought with him. It was nice at first; it was almost like you were dating, so it felt nice. You hadn’t dated anyone in a while, so it felt great, amazing even. But, he never asked you out. He’d just show up, do the activities, and then leave. Never even a thank you for letting him your house uninvited. You didn’t think anything of this, but as time progressed, you realized that he would come over more often. And it was coming more familiar with you that you began to not have it bother you as much as it began to happen more. It felt natural to you, almost like it was meant to be, or something. You knew that couldn’t be, but around the year mark, you were really starting to believe it. Was he the one? You hadn’t even been looking for the one, but did he just happen to find you? And to stick around for as long as he did? It seemed to make sense, but you never believed in a fate like that, and you didn’t intend on starting anytime soon, so you held back your tongue on any possibility that you may have feelings for Kai. And boy, did he make it hard for you to hold back.


You were feeling faint, something was very wrong with you, but you couldn’t tell what. You just felt like passing out right there in the station. But, Kai was taking you to a nice shop that just opened up, so you tried to remain upright as long as you could. The train was late, so you and him waited around by each other. You would’ve taken a bench, but they were all preoccupied by other riders who were waiting just like you. You were still tripping over yourself but you maintained yourself enough to stay still until you began to hear a noise that sounded like your train coming soon. You were able to regain some momentum and walk closer to the tracks. You were crazy to walk so close to the edge, but it was only that way you could see if it was it or not. You then lost your control. You grabbed your head and hung it over in pain. You tried to walk backwards, but it only made you trip over yourself again and your body began to fall into the empty space where the train would be coming. You turned your head and saw there were headlights coming straight at you. You wanted to save yourself, but your muscles were too exhausted, you couldn’t do a thing at this point. You were already falling, and it was like that you’d be sure you were dead. You heard peoples gasps and screams behind you, and you could tell that they thought you were attempting suicide. And you had never considered it before in your life, so why now? What was making you have this feeling of just laying down forever and never getting back up? You couldn’t be sure and you would have time to figure it out. You felt a force behind you, pulling you backwards. You slipped, but you were caught in what seemed to be arms. They held you tight and you felt more warmth as you clutched the presence that had saved you.

“If you didn’t want to go out, you could just said so.” Kai was giving you an awkward smile but he was still holding you so close. It felt amazing, and there was a chorus of applause going on behind you both and that only made the moment feel more surreal. You wanted to stay in his arms forever, they felt amazing to you. Being cradled like a child again by such a handsome man made you weak in the knees, and you realized you had to tear yourself from it after a few more seconds. You were surprised that he didn’t tear away from you already. Was he enjoying it as much as you were? Impossible. The train opened its doors, and everyone began to flood it through the doors. You were both awkwardly standing there, not knowing what to say, then an older ajumma came up to you and grabbed your shoulder as she spoke to you

“You should be happy he cares about you so much. It’s people like him you should be living for. He loves you, I know that for sure.” He then walked away and entered the closest door. You were blushing like crazy. And Kai wasn’t looking at you, like always. You both were quiet as you entered the train. He found two spare handles and offered you one closer to a pole so you had extra support if you needed. You didn’t know what to say, there were no words. You didn’t like him, well, you did, but he couldn’t know. But, is it a real sigh of love if he saves you from an oncoming train? It was obvious that he cares about your well-being enough to save your life, but was it just that? Wouldn’t anyone they were going out to shop with want to save that person, even if it was just friends? Could it go any deeper than that? You thought about this on the train ride there, and it stumped you for the longest time……….


“These flowers made me think of you, I thought you’d like them.” They were forget-me-nots. More and more kind gestures, it was beginning to become suspicious to you. He had been so nice to you for so long, but why? He never asked you out, so it had to be something else. You wondered what else it might be but nothing could come to mind. What could he want so bad that he’d stick around for a whole year? His charms, his ego, his mature outlook on life, his love in knowing everything about you% spending all of his time with you , it could make you think of only one thing; sex. You had admitted to him that you were a virgin, and he seemed suddenly interested in the conversation. At least, more than he was already. He practically shot right up as you said it. It was so odd, and it made you even more suspicious. 

Your suspicion changed into certainty. All he wanted was to try and have sex with you. And to do what afterwards, who knows. Probably to leave your life and never see him again. There was nothing else you could think of. You accepted the flowers and bowed in thanks. You didn’t intend to do anything else as you spun around and began walking in the other direction. You weren’t going to stand as he believed that he could win you over with petty gifts and kind gestures. You were so deep in your rage you forgot you had one of his petty gifts still in your hands. You stopped dead in your tracks and looked at the flowers.  They were beautiful, you thought as you dropped them on the ground in front of you. You kept walking forward, steeping on the stems as you walked, and you quickly heard fast footsteps behind you. You heard plastic rustling and then a hand spinning you 180 to face the man who gave you the gift. He held it in his hands, which explained the rustling, and he seemed angered. You always apologized for making him mad before, but this time you weren’t. You were ready to defend yourself and call him out on your accusation. He seemed full of anger, not fazing you one bit, but he quickly tried to control it and spoke in a tone that was so soft it was intimidating to hear.

“What is your problem lately? I buy you something and your response is to step on them? What have I done to you?” His tone frightened you, but you held your ground. You were gonna lay it down for him and then walk away. Forever, this time. You took in a deep breath, and ended up finding the right words to say to him.

“I’m sick your attempts. I know what you’re doing, and I’m not going to fall for it. I’m not that stupid….” You decided to try walking away again, but Kai grabbed you by your hand and interlocked with your fingers and he held them hard. You struggled to try and release from him, but he was so much stronger than you, you knew you wouldn’t be able to escape. You stopped trying but still didn’t look him in the eyes. You suddenly felt his clutch weaken, but it was still too much for you to try and release yourself from his grip. He spoke to you, and his rage has leveled with his grip and was calmer.

“I want to know if I’ve done something wrong. Maybe I gave off a wrong impression. Maybe I stepped over a line. I can’t know for sure unless you tell me if I did or not. Friendship is about that, communication. Now, what do you think I’m trying to do?” He was being reasonable; you did deserve to explain yourself, so you spun yourself around but avoided his gaze. You looked down at the ground and crossed your arms. It was silent, but you decided to break it and reasoned with him with your head still low

“You’re trying to ‘get’ with me. It’s the only reason you’ve been acting like this for so long. You just want to have sex with me and then just leave me behind. And I’m not stupid enough to fall for that anymore.” You waited for a response from him, wither he would try to prove you wrong, admit to it, or just leave you there in the streets. He sighed, looked off to the side, and looked back to you. His eyes were heavy, filled with disappointment, but still spoke warmly to you.

“I have no intentions of that with you. It’s just me being friendly. If any of it made you uncomfortable, you should’ve just said something. Communication, remember? He looked back down at the flowers he was trying to give. They weren’t too mashed from your stepping and you were happy by this. They were still beautiful flowers; you didn’t want to cause any real harm. Especially if Kai got them for you. You bowed and gave a deep apology you were hoping you wouldn’t have had to give him

“I didn’t mean to overreact. I was just being self-absorbed. I feel bad for making such an accusation. I hope you can forgive me for that….” You were starting to feel awful, you wished you had stopped yourself from ever thinking of such a thing. You kept yourself down until he would say otherwise, and he called your name. You straightened yourself and you came back to the flowers being put in your face.

“Will you accept my ‘friendly’ gesture this time?” You saw some of the petals shake, assuming he was nervous if you’d take them or not. And you were more than happy to.

(Flashback Over)

*His eyes never made contact with yours. He never did and he never seemed to try with you. You were both heading over to a bar some friends invited you to for a small get together. He came to get you, but he seemed nervous to be out in the evening. You never did see him in the evening time, so you were confused but excited to see if he behaved any differently. When you arrived, everyone went to hug you and gave Kai chest bumps and fists. The night was fun until one of your friends got really drunk. Everyone else had already left but him, you and Kai, so you took it upon yourself to help him out and drive him home. You took him over your arm and began to lead him to his vehicle with Kai taking care of the payment with the bartender. You were able to get your friend to his car, but he began to let the alcohol take over him. ***He began to kiss you roughly as he held you close to him. He was sloppy in his attempts and he still reeked of alcohol, and you kept trying to get him off. While, in between kisses, he exclaimed

“I’ve always liked you ___________-ah. Kai always gets to have you, let me have a turn…” You were scared to see what else he had in store, but you didn’t have to worry about that when you saw him fly backwards. Kai was there, to save your life again, as he winked at you and ran back toward your attacker. Kai was swift, throwing punches left and right, which was easy since his opponent was intoxicated. Kai was still impressive as his opponent went down in 6 punches. Kai left him in his shame and rushed himself to your side as you just watched in horror, still in shock from being attacked.*** Kai took you in his arms, but slowly. He wanted to be sure that you weren’t too scarred by the incident that you didn’t want to be touched. You wanted him to, nonetheless. Your friends touch was rough and unappealing; Kai’s touch was tender and pleasant. His hug is what you needed more than anything else. You needed him more than anything else right now, so you accepted his hug. You wrapped your arms around him, just enjoying some comfort from him. His head was near your neck, but you heard him whisper a question in your ear*

“Do you want me to take you home? I’ll stay with you if you want.” It was an offer you wanted to hear, so you nodded yes. As he took you back to his car, he dragged you by the hand, trying to send off anyone else who wanted to take advantage of you. He didn’t speak, but his silence was perfectly fine by you. Everything about him could be comforting; you did love that about him. He walked you up to your apartment and invited himself inside to make you some tea. You had some green tea left over, which is supposed to help avoid hangovers, so he went on ahead and made 2 cups. You chose to lie down on your sofa as you waited for your beverage to come. You didn’t drink all that much that evening, but for some reason you still felt you had drunk as much as the friend that attacked you. Your head was hurting and you were feeling nauseous. You just wanted your damn tea, and Kai delivered as you had the thought. You sat yourself up and Kai took the seat next to you on the sofa. He was extremely close, but you wanted it like that, so you didn’t mention it. You both took sips from your cups and tried to just relax after the night was over. You weren’t expecting anything like that to happen, and you doubted he would have either, so you tried to figure out what to say. You realized that you had yet to tell him thank you, so you turned to him and thanked him. He brushed it off saying it ‘wasn’t too much trouble’, but you couldn’t accept that. He had done so much for you, yet he’s trying to be humble and say it was nothing big. And you decided to tell him this

“No, it IS a big deal. You’re always saving me, like you’re my hero. And I never give you my proper thanks. You just, do so much for me, and you’re kind, handsome, intelligent, and just, you make it hard to be friends…..” You placed your head in your hands and struggled to complete your sentence. Was he really going to find out your feelings like this? You wanted to tell him, but not like this. You couldn’t force yourself to look at him, so you waited for him to say something. You heard a cup be placed on the table and you were expecting footsteps after that. Then a door slam. But no, you heard the cup clink against your coffee table, but you heard nothing else. You felt his arm over your shoulders, and you looked up at him. His eyes were avoiding contact with yours. While looking off into the distance, he asked you

“Are you saying what I think your saying? Do you have feelings for me?” You wanted to look him straight in the eyes and say that you did, but every time you tried to match his gaze, he looked away. You gave up trying after a few seconds and admitted

“Yes, I do. I have for a while. I was scared that you didn't…” You were interrupted by him bringing your face to have contact with your eyes. His eyes were the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen in your entire life, and you were happy you finally got to see them. He started to release your shoulders but held contact with your sight.

“Stay still. Don’t move.” He clamped your shoulders again as he kept eye contact with you. You weren’t sure what he was doing, but you obeyed him. His eyes went wide and they stayed that way for the longest time until he grabbed his head and began to moan in pain. You went to try and comfort him, but he pushed you away and went into fetal position.

“Don’t worry about it! It’ll be over soon.” He continued to moan and even started twitching some. It was hard to witness, so you left him be. It wasn’t long until he came to you once more. He seemed re-energized, filled with passion like he always was. But, your curiosity was killing you.

“What as that all about? I confess and you have a spasm attack?”

“Well, I was…… so glad you confessed, I went…. Into a little bit of shock…..”

“Liar.” You were 100% sure he was being deceitful this time. You were certain.

“Ok, yes, it wasn’t that. I, um, I actually, imprinted you.” Wait, wasn’t that a, werewolf thing? You had read stories of shape shifters who could turn into werewolves, but it seemed so unlikely. It was so hard to believe, and you didn’t at first.

“You’re lying again.”

“I’m not this time. I had to wait to imprint you until I knew that you liked me. I knew you were mine since I met you, but I didn’t want to imprint you and you reject me. So, I tried my best to win your affection first. But I couldn’t tell, so I had to wait until you admitted it. You should’ve said something earlier; this would’ve been over a lot faster. I imprint through eye contact, so I’ve had to avoid eye contact with you until I knew the time was right, and now the time has come. Came, I guess. Now I’m bonded to you. I hope you won’t forget about me, and maybe you’ll even stay with me……” He was walking closer to you and he wrapped his arms around your waist. He rested his forehead on yours and smiled as much as his face could handle. He sighed softly

“I’ve wanted to look in your eyes for so long; it killed me to have to wait as long as I did. I ought to punish you for making me wait so long.” He gave a mischievous smile at you and he continued to hold your gaze. He was finally able to see your eyes glisten, and he wasn’t going to let that go. You could feel your face burning as you asked him

“Punish me how?” You giggled and he grabbed your waist closer and pulled you into a rough kiss. It wasn’t as rough as the one you received from your friend, but it was still enough to become breathless easy. You could feel his clamping down on your hips and you loved it. His tongue technique was one to be admired by gods. He pulled away and replied within deep breaths

“You know I’ve been waiting too long to do that, right?”

“Well, I guess the time has come then, hasn't it?”


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When Your Heart Beats Next to Mine

ok hello um this isnt the most… professional??? of fics i guess. like its written almost like a diary entry i guess. and it kinda takes a while for the smut to happen SORRY (and even then its not a lot of smut). so its 2009 dan’s pov yh (thank u alison and emeleeta for looking at it and helping me not hate it!!)
warnings: sooorta grinding and some handjobs

Oh my God.

Oh… my God.

Oh my GOD.

Oh my Jesus motherfrickin’ Christ oh my God?!

Let me just tell you a little story. Or maybe a massive story. Either way, I think you’ll like it.

Keep reading

I heard in the news the other day,
How a sixteen-year-old boy walked into a science lab at school
And set himself on fire, attempting to kill himself.
Despite the intense pain, I think the metaphor was that
He could turn to ashes like letters we throw in fireplaces.
I think that sometimes disappearing comes with a price. It’s not that easy to erase your existence.

I heard how an old friend’s train ride to the nearest city
Was delayed, because somebody jumped in front of it.
She was more annoyed that she would be too late to go shopping.
I guess in the end, that’s what the person must have wanted,
For the attention to slide over to the petty things at hand.
They must have wanted the world to forget about them.
It’s too hard to evaporate,
To turn to ashes and dust.
While the world keeps moving around you,
The collective consciousness will always
Bring about your name in conversation.

You can’t be erased, no matter how hard you try.
You need to understand that the world is a board
And we are all permanent markers.
And our bodies will meld into the earth’s crust
And the sun will swallow us up.
But we were still here.
So don’t wish to disappear.

Don’t wish you never existed.
The universe needed you from the start.

That’s why I guess there is a pain
To perishing.

—  W.J, Pain to Perishing