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Suga Daddy: Part 11

Suga Daddy: Part 11 (m)

Word count: 8.3k

Genre/Warnings: smut, angst, language, dom!Yoongi, choking and dirty talk

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Yoongi comes with you to Jungkook’s graduation.

I think there might be just a few chapters left. 

Parts: {playlist} one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten

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all the things that have happened in my life that i can think of rnow that sound like a fake tumblr post

  • had a five minute convo with a stranger without even realizing she was someone i didn’t know until i finally looked at her face
  • once met my 8th grade teacher 3 years later in a park with his boyfriend
  • sat outside to read and within the hour had five stray cats sitting on me
  • power in my school just so happened to go out the day my brother was born
  • was kidnapped
  • had a pet duck that drowned
  • ran into a flock of homestuck cosplayers
  • ran into a internet friend by accident in the mall
  • had half a class gasp astonishedly when i said no i wasn’t talking 2001 and three people screamed when one kid said what’s 2001
  • had a boyfriend who tried to convince me he was a vampire
  • accidentally said something would jizz instead of drizzle to my dad
  • sat in math class for about 20 minutes with ink in my mouth because i was too scared to excuse myself to the restroom
  • my kismesis has ancestors that worked as knights for my noble ancestors
  • fell down on live tv
  • said fuck three times in front of a class without realizing it
  • yelled at a nazi in front of a room of people and got applauded for it
  • my mom almost caught my kitchen on fire while boiling water
  • helped w a successful strike in my school against a teacher
  • met lesbians in puerto rico and watched them roast some assumtive straights
What is a story you have been dying to tell?

When I was 15 years old, I ran away from home because I was pissed off at my parents for a reason I cant remember. I didnt have much money, so I decided to hop onto the skytrain(public transport train in British Columbia) and ride it as far as it would go. I reached the end of the line in less then an hour, and decided I wanted to ride it all the way back again, while trying to formulate some kind of plan of how I wanted to live the rest of my life without my parents or anyone. At the last stop, or the first stop depending on your perspective of it, a girl came on and sat in the row right behind me. I didnt pay much attention to her at first, as I was busy writing my life plan on a napkin. It was a few minutes later that she got up and came sat next to me, curious as to what I was writing. I told her the story, and after a few laughs, we began talking about everything and anything. Her name was Amanda, 17 years old, and absolutely wonderful. She told me she was getting off at the last stop, which was also the first stop, depending on how you look at it. It was also the stop I had gotten on originally, and I told her we would ride to it together. The train ride took less then an hour, and what a wonderful hour indeed.

When the last stop did come, we both knew we probably wouldnt see each other ever again(this was before the days of cellphones, and I was a shy little kid afraid to make moves). As we got to the end of the sidewalk which split in two different directions, she went right and I went left. Before saying goodbye she turned to me and asked me a question that has become a wonderful part of my life; she asked me, “Tell me something you have done, or want to do, that you think I should do? It can be anything, as challenging as you want it to be, or as easy. As long as you give me the rest of my life to complete it, I promise I will do it..” I was confused as to why, but I thought about it, and told her, “Sing a song acapella in a room full of strangers.” She said perfect and asked me if I would like a challenge as well. I told her I did, and she told me, “read, from start to finish, “Ulysses” by James Joyce.” I had never heard of it at the time, but I agreed, and we said our goodbyes.

I have a awful memory, and cant remember most conversations I have with most people. But I remember all of that clearly. You know why? Because of the challenge she gave me. In the 12 years that have past since, I have tried to read that book in over 150 different sittings. Everytime I open my copy of the 780 page monster of a book, I always think of her, and I always think of that day. Ive never been sure if it was her intent or not, but she left her lasting memory on me with that challenge. I soon after learned what she did, was a completey wonderful and amazing thing for me. So I decided to keep it going. Ive met a lot of strangers in my life; some that have become friends, and some, due to living in different time zones and whatnot, didnt. I dont want to just have experiences and then let them go. I want to remember these meetings, and embrace the fact that they happened. So whenever I leave someone who has left an amazing impact of my life, I always make sure to add them to my Ulysses Bucket List. I ask them to give me a challenge, as difficult or as easy as they want it to be, and regardless of the fact that they have done it or not; simply something their heart has had wanted to do.

Some have been easy and fun; I met a man in India 9 years ago who told me to, for a week or a month, cook/buy twice as much food as I intend on eating, and give the other half to a stranger in need. I completed that mission 8 years ago, and thought about that man and the time we had all the way through. I met a girl on a cruise 6 years ago, who told me to jump into a body of water on a slightly cold day, without touching or feeling the temperature of the water first. I did that the very same year. I met a couple at an outdoor music festival a few years ago that told me to wear the most bizarre outfit imaginable and walk through a public place, completely oblivious to the fact that you arent looking normal. I did that task the very next day, at the same festival. Some have been difficult, to say the least: three guys I met in Amsterdam and smoked all night with, told me to go to a mall and give 10 strangers 10 presents. That one took a lot of courage, but I did it a year or so after I met them. It was nerve racking, but at the same time exhilerating leaving my comfort zone. A girl I met on a plane told me to sky dive; Im still in the process of getting that done. A couple I met in Cali on the beach told me to tell the 5 people I hated the most, that I love them and respect them. That one was very difficult because of my stubborness, but ive come close to completing that list many a times(still in the process, 2 more people to go).

And some things, have had an everlasting impact on my daily life. I met a girl at a music festival, who told me that whenever I get mad at someone, walk away, sing my happy song in my head for 5 minutes, go back to the person im mad at with a clam heart and mind, and work things out. Ive made this my way of life. I once met a man at a gym in a hotel I was staying at, that told me “whenever your body and brain tells your that you are exhausted and done…use your heart instead and push out 2 more reps.” Ive made this my motto when working out or working on any kind of extrenuating exercise in which my body demands me to quit. I also use it while working on anything, and while studying. One of the best pieces of advice ive ever received.

There are many others that each brought joy to my life. There are still many tasks I have yet to accomplish, and everytime I think of these tasks, I think of the people that gave them to me. It amazes me how well I remember all these people, while I cant remember so many aspects of even yesterday. These experiences, not only do I take from them a “mission” or a “challenge”, I also take from them a memory of them that never fails to appear inside of my mind. I opened my Ulysses book for probably the 300th time yesterday, and read a few pages, which prompted me to share this story with you today. Im in the final 30 pages of the book, also known as the most dreaded of the read(in the last 40 pages or so, James Joyce doesnt use a single punctuation mark; no periods, no commas, no nothing; a straight 50 page run-on sentence).

I never saw Amanda after that day, nor do I know if she ever did get a chance to sing a song to a room full of strangers. But what I do know, is that she gave me a gift that has never once stopped giving. So wherever you may be, thank you for giving me the Ulysses Bucket List. And I swear i’ll finish it one day. My life advice? Simple: Create your own Ulysses bucket list.

this is a story about a sorcerer and a knight. well, a knight-in-training. they go by KiT, a nickname for their title, but a perfectly good name for anyone. kit’s a good squire, for the most part, but they have a knack for getting into trouble.

this time the trouble is they just fuckin decked another knight in the middle of the tavern.

“keep your hands off my friend,” kit tells the shocked personification of grossness, now sitting on his ass on the ground. kit’s pretty sure the message was already sent though the ass-kicking, but it doesn’t hurt to be thorough.

the man splutters for a minute before finding his tongue. “you— you— you piece of shit, you’ll pay for this. i have powerful friends.”

“bring it on,” kit retorts. they’re feeling pretty confident right now.

they’re feeling significantly less confident as two other men step up behind the first guy.

“outside,” the first growls.

“we’re zit and wedge, and we’re going to kick your ass,” the second one clarifies. 

zit nods. “but we don’t want to make a mess of you on mal’s floor, since it was just scrubbed and all.”

kit glances at mal, who they rather thought was a friend, to find her nodding appreciatively. “brawlers these days are so polite. out you three go.”

kit wilts. “but… there’s just one of me.”

it’s around this time, when the two other guys are starting to crack their knuckles and look like they’re going to drag kit outside whether they like it or not, that someone else pushes their way through the small crowd that’s forming.

“’scuse me, pardon me. hello. what’s going on here?”

she’s got bright blue hair, of the kind that you get from mucking around with magic too much. everyone immediately reassesses the situation, and watches her warily. a sorcerer can quickly change the way a brawl plays out, if they feel like intervening. kit sincerely hopes she does.

“miss,” zit jumps in before kit can get a word in, “this young… person, here, just brutally attacked my poor friend, and me and wedge think we ought to be able to teach them a lesson in manners.”

the sorcerer studies him for a moment, as if considering his statement, and kit grabs their chance.

“pimple here is completely leaving out the fact that their friend wouldn’t leave my friend alone, after she asked him to go away twice!”

zit bristles, and looks to the sorcerer for her judgment.

she considers for while. “can anyone vouch for this knight’s statement?”

“i was the one getting hit on!” tea shouts from behind kit’s shoulder.

the sorcerer digests the witness’s statement. “hm. i’m inclined to see this as a case of self-defense, through the channel of someone who was not the self being hit on. i would suggest that all the parties involved accept the ruling of “he who gets their ass kicked probably deserves it”, and move on.”

“fat chance,” wedge growls. “the pack sticks together. we have to defend our leader.”

werewolves, kit sighs internally. it just figured.

there’s a dramatic pause, then the sorcerer says cooly, “you try it, and you’ll get your asses kicked too.”

zit and wedge eye her warily. kit eyes all three of them, which is hard with only two eyes.

“i reckon we could take a sorcerer,” wedge hypothesizes— an idea that would be quickly proven false in any laboratory experiment.

but this is a tavern, and the sorcerer has a delayed reaction, only raising her hands when zit charges at her. kit flinches back, sure she’s about to be crushed, but the next moment flames explode in the small space between the sorcerer and zit. there’s a yelp, and mad scrambling back from the sorcerer.

“i have nowhere to be until book club at midnight,” the sorcerer informs them calmly, her hands still out, palms up and ready to summon more flame. kit squints at them. “so i have plenty of time to teach you a lesson.”

apparently rescinding their hypothesis, all three werewolves make a mad dash for the door and disappear into the night.

the sorcerer smiles victoriously, and shakes her bright hair out of her face. kit squints at her scalp as she turns to them. “all good?”

“yes, thank you,” tea says, sounding impressed. “wow… a fire summoner. i didn’t know there were any teenagers powerful enough.”

kit has no other specific places to squint, so they just stare hard at the sorcerer’s face. “yeah… thanks. that was really cool.”

she waves their thanks off with one hand, a few strands of smoke issuing from her sleeves. “all in a day’s work. i’ll be off now.”

kit leaves tea with mal, though they frankly no longer trust her so much, and follows the sorcerer out the door. “hey, wait! you, blue hair magic person. what are you?”

“a masked vigilante,” she says, after a pause. “without the mask, because magic.”

kit blinks at that, before realizing she’s perfectly right. besides the definite ideas that she’s female and blue-haired, kit seems to forget what she looks like one moment to the next. kinda neat, honestly, though disconcerting.

they shake their head. “no, i mean… you’re not a sorcerer. i’ve seen people summon fire, and it comes from a loosely closed fist, not an open hand. also, your hair is dyed, not magically changed.”

she doesn’t answer for a moment, then looks stumped, and continues to not answer.

“well?” kit asks.

“fine,” she admits. “i’m a sorcerer in training, but the fake mask is about the most complicated magic i can do. the hair is so people will take me seriously when i do masked vigilante stuff.”

“and the fire?” kit persists.

after a moment, she shakes out her sleeve, sending a tiny purple dragon tumbling into her other hand. “my helper. my fire aid, if you will. you’re the first person to notice, you know?”

“just logic and being awesome,” kit says with a shrug, feeling pleased. neither are skills they get to show off a lot. they kinda feel like they’ve earned something for it. “hey, can i ask you a question?”

after a pause, the sorcerer in training says, “go for it.”

“why do you wait a second before responding to anything?”

their question is punctuated by a pause before she answers.

then the sorcerer motions kit closer, and tucks her hair behind her ears. the knight-in-training leans in, gaping. there’s a green dragon no longer than the length of one finger perched behind her ear, claws holding onto her piercings for balance. it unwedges one tiny wing to wave at them.

“what the fuck,” kit says, unable to find a reason for this from logic or being awesome.

“what the fuck,” the dragon repeats, pushing its snoot practically inside the sorcerer’s ear.

“this is peep,” she says. “my hearing is shit, so it helps me out. i call it my hearing aid.”

the draconian hearing aid preens under the knight-in-training’s stare.

“shit,” kit mumbles, for lack of better words.

“shit!” the dragon crows, gleefully.

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Summary: The Ladyblog catches a private moment and Marinette is furious.

This story can also be found on FF.net and AO3.

The video was uploaded sometime after midnight early Saturday morning.  

As was usually the case after an akuma attack, Alya Cesaire had been running on a caffeine rush and adrenaline high that made sleep impossible.  The dedicated blogger would not see the back of her eyes until her copy was written, her files rendered, and her newest masterpiece was live for the entire world to see.

Or at least the majority of Paris.  She was young yet.

Fortunately for the aspiring journalist, the Ladyblog’s wide and devoted readership ensured that the hits would rack up quickly regardless of the time of posting.

What no one could have anticipated, however, was just how quickly.

It started with the local news.

Nadja Chamack’s bright-eyed good morning Paris grin punctuated the more somber news of floods, akumas, and politics with the light-hearted clip.  The segment usually reserved for heartwarming fluff pieces about eye-seeing dogs and neighborhood bake sales was instead taken over by the city’s most reliable ratings machine.

Ladybug and Chat Noir were television gold.

From there the clip hit the major news networks and was being broadcast to the whole of France. Then came the talk shows, the copycat blogs, the online articles, Buzzfeed, and more.  When the video hit the front page of Reddit there was no stopping the infection.

By the time Monday morning rolled around, less than three days after the akuma attack and the video going live, Chat Noir had become the laughing stock of Paris, the Internet, and the world.

And Marinette Dupain-Cheng was absolutely furious.

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  • me at two in the morning: man i should really go to bed its getting late
  • also me, exactly three seconds later: sTOP!! LOOK AROUND YOU! No Ones sCreamIng At YOu! so you feel alright for TeN MINUTES! if you feEL Alright for ten mInutes, fEEL AlriGHT FOR TWenTy MINUTES! FEEl alRIGHT FOR foRTY MInuteS!! DROP IT AND SMILE!!!! WHY DONTCHA FEEL ALRIGHT FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE, WH

It’s been all fun and games with me and my tarot cards, but lately I’ve been craving some depth. Some darkness. Some shadow work.

And while that’s not very May-esque, shadows don’t confine themselves to darkness, now do they?

So here is a little challenge if you would like to join in with me. I’ll be using tarot, but oracle cards will work just as well, or a combination therein. Most of the days will be one card pulls, but there are some two and three card questions as well. Feel free to pull more cards if desired.

Many of the questions ask “why” as well as the main question. For the “why” questions, I like to look at the card on the bottom of my deck for the answer.

Feel free to share or do this in private, everyone has their own needs when it comes to personal insights, I’m not going to tell you what to do with yours. Use the tag #shadow of may if you would like to share with us. Starts May 1st.


  1. How do I feel about the idea of “love”?
  2. How do I express love?
  3. How do I treat others | How do I treat myself?
  4. What does “self love” mean to me?
  5. How am I right now?
  6. What am I thinking and feeling? How is my environment?
  7. How do I feel about being alone? Why?
  8. What can solitude help me with?
  9. How do I feel about solitude | How do I feel about loneliness?
  10. What three things makes me happy?
  11. What is limiting my happiness? Why?
  12. How do I deal with criticism?
  13. Where do I gain my confidence?
  14. What do I minimize about myself? What do I flaunt?
  15. How do I perceive pain?
  16. How do others’ pain affect me?
  17. How do I feel about death?
  18. What has been conditioned in me about death?
  19. How can I embrace death?
  20. What provokes me to anger? Why?
  21. How do I show hate?
  22. What is the root of my hatred?
  23. What is my hatred to my energy levels?
  24. How do I express myself?
  25. What three things do I most value?
  26. What is my direction in life? What is my purpose?
  27. How do I feel about my accomplishments?
  28. What makes me feel fulfilled?
  29. How can I learn from my mistakes?
  30. How do I listen? How do I speak?
  31. What do I need to explore?
Identity Theft

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Request: “63 and 67 separately jughead x reader please if its too much then could you just do 67 thank you”

Prompt:
#67 “Are you getting jealous?” - “You’re changing your outfit, now!”

Warnings: I think there’s more than one curse in this one? Also allusions to sex but no actual sex because I’m innocent

A/N: I didn’t want this to get sexual like it did but OOPS I guess I’m just really thirsty lately

Tag list: @1amluke, @betty-coopers-number-one-stan, @keepcalmandflywithtoothless, @lostinpercyseyes, @captainsuperfangirl

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DEFENDERS!  A humble pitch!

Readers and retailers!  We will be doing some serious press in a couple of weeks but as you will start placing your orders soon and I wanted to give you the hard sell on DEFENDERS. 

This is a book we are very excited about. For those you don’t know we are  launching an all new DEFENDERS in June. It is all new material written by myself and drawn by my iron Man and Civil War collaborators @davidmarquez and the amazing @jpocolors

 my history with these characters is, let’s say, pronounced. First of all, some of you know that I’m one of the creators of Jessica Jones. Doesn’t get more intimate than that.

The second season of the show is filming now. Since her TV debut she has become a worldwide media sensation. It still stuns me to this day. 

For those who have not been reading the new Jessica Jones series, things are very different for her and Luke. Their relationship will be the cornerstone of Defenders just as it was sometimes back in New Avengers.

In fact, let’s talk about NEW AVENGERS. where i staked my reputation and put Luke Cage right front and center

 if there was a major marvel event, I tried to make sure Mr. Cage, for the first time in his long history, had something to say about it

CIVIL WAR 1

SECRET INVASION

Plus, I was writing Alias, Daredevil and two Avengers books simultaneously and it created a situation where I could develop the relationship between Jessica Jones and Luke Cage into something very real…

And I love Daredevil so much. I have missed writing him. 

And returning to the character under this decidedly different scenario has been very fulfilling creatively.

When I was writing all these characters previously, I initially steered clear of Iron Fist because he was being written by two really good friends of mine Matt Fraction and Ed Brubaker in the seminal run with David Aja.

 but once he became available…

 we even found a cool way to connect the iron fist saga to the Phoenix saga

we introduced the white costume which is the best costume! 

when I was done with avengers I was already preparing this book.  I was.  I pitched it publicly in on my last page…

and then something happened…

They all became big ass tv stars!

And all those who spent the aughts MOCKING me for a Luke cage ‘crush’… were silenced!! as I was proven right!! again! :-)

And now finally the stars align for us to make this very special new book. Our goal is to create a brand-new, very dangerous, very exciting tapestry for the  street-level comics. All of which will be centered around these four amazing characters but almost every single character you can think of that would fit in the mean streets of marvel will feature in this book. 

They will be threatened by new players, new threats, old scores, and new rules.

 issue three? The punisher

 here is an exclusive look at some of issue number one, two, and the ALL NEW free comic book day story that sets everything up in the Guardians FCBD issue available at all participating comic book stores all over the country on free comic book day May 5

 these are not in any sequential order, but check this out…

That’s my pitch! People always ask me what they can do to support their favorite comics… go to your local store and preorder. 

That means the store will set one aside for you and that means we will set one aside for the store.

 See you for free comic book day they where many of you are going to be shocked by what you find in that story… and then just a couple weeks later defenders number one and the all-new chapter for these characters that you and I love so much

bonus item, the Neal Adams. Cover for number one

remember that time comics legend Neal Adams drew Jessica Jones? :)

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The Three Sweet Commanders

Flicker is the title track of the album, really. It’s the one that means the most to me. It was a very poignant moment in the recording process. We were sitting at a full session band at East West Studios in LA. We’re in with Jacquire, and I was like “Jacquire, when we go to record ‘Flicker,’ I wanna be really delicate with this. I don’t wanna overproduce this.” 'Delicate’ was the word I used, and he got it straight away. […] With a session band that plays every day and don’t really have to care about what they’re playing, but I remember, after two or three takes, everyone was kind of sitting around, looking at the walls, just kind of like, “Oh my god, this is quite the pretty song,” and I was feeling the same. We took a break, and no one spoke to each other. It was quite strange, and, as I said, a lot of these guys don’t have to care about what they’re playing, but I felt like there was a real carefulness to the recording process of this song, and it changed the way I recorded the rest of this album, I think.
Not on Your Life (Sherlock x Reader)

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“Come now Sherlock. You aren’t presently occupied. Besides, we both know I’ve better things to do,” Mycroft reasoned.

“Fine,” Sherlock huffed. “But don’t get the idea that it’s to help you. It’s just a convenient way to further my research is all.”

“Whatever you have to tell yourself, brother dear.” Mycroft gave his tight-lipped smile. “Just get it done.”

“Mr. Holmes…” Both brothers turned toward the new voice. In the doorway was a new assistant Sherlock hadn’t seen before. His eyes quickly skimmed over your appearance. Like all of Mycroft’s previous assistants you were in black designer clothing. Except unlike the others, your high heels were reflective gold and probably cost more than the entire flat you were standing in. Your makeup was pristine and meticulously done along with your waved hair. Everything on you was designer from head to toe, including the phone you held out in front of you. “Apologies, I meant Mr. Mycroft Holmes.”

“Is it who I think it is?” he asked turning to you.

“Afraid so,” you replied with a slight smile. He rolled his eyes before taking the phone from your hand and stepping downstairs. You leaned against the door frame and crossed your arms, awaiting the elder brother’s return.

“You’re new,” Sherlock stated. He stood in front of you and you had to look up to meet his gaze.

“Just to you,” you replied.

“I’ve always wondered where Mycroft found all is assistants. The real mystery though is where they go once he’s done with them.”

“An island in the middle of the Atlantic,” you replied nonchalantly. “But that’s only if you don’t do well. It’s part of the job orientation. They make you sail past it so you know what awaits you if your late too many times.” Sherlock gave the slightest hint of a laugh.

“You’re an interesting one,” Sherlock began. “Very highly educated for being so young. Fluent in 3 languages, not including English. Physically fit, charismatic, and a natural leader. Your skills are wasted as an assistant.”

“You’re really keen on me being an assistant, aren’t you?” you smirked. Sherlock squinted at you.

“Of course, you are what else would you be?” You smiled innocently and shrugged your shoulders. “What’s your name?”

“What’s yours?” you asked.

“You know who I am,” he said, not a bit amused.

“Oh, someone’s confident,” you laughed. “I feel like I might have seen you before. Maybe in the lonely hearts section of the newspaper. Or the side of a milk carton.”

“I’m Sherlock Holmes,” he huffed. “And if you’ve seen me in the newspaper it would be on the front cover.”

“Oh that’s right I’ve heard that name,” you said. “I never really looked at you in the pictures. I was too distracted by the other man your always with. The cute blonde one,” you said with a smirk. “Is he here? I’d love a chance to get to know him.” Sherlock narrowed his eyes at you. He wanted to be annoyed with you but he couldn’t deny that your snarky attitude was refreshing compared to the other dull people he usually conversed with. He still didn’t like it though. Or more accurately, he didn’t like that he liked it.

“What’s your name?” he asked again.

“Your brother elects to call me Apollo,” you answered.

“Why would he do that?” Sherlock said confused.

“Because when you join Mycroft Holmes’s team you become so important you get a code name,” you replied smiling. “And because I’m a sun god.”

“That’s all you’re going to tell me?”

“That’s all I’m going to tell you,” you smiled.

“Anyway you’d tell me more?” You shrugged.

“Anything’s possible I suppose.”

“What if I took you to dinner?” You laughed.

“Please,” you scoffed. “You couldn’t afford me, sweetheart.”

“Aah,” Sherlock drawled. “High maintenance are you?”

“Oh you wouldn’t believe,” you said with an exaggerated hair flip. Before Sherlock could press you for  more information Mycroft returned. He handed you the phone and turned his attention back to Sherlock.

“You’ve got three days, Sherlock. Three,” he emphasized.

“I’ll do it in one,” he said smugly. He looked at you and you rolled your eyes. Mycroft looked between you and Sherlock and eyes lit up with realization. He turned back to his brother.

“Like I said, just get it done.” He gave a forced smiled and made his way downstairs with you following close behind. When you got to the landing you stopped and turned back. Sherlock got excited, hoping for your name, your number or… something. He smiled smugly and expectantly.

“Do tell that John I said hi,” you smiled. “And if he has the time he can reach me through Mycroft.” Sherlock’s face fell and you laughed before turning to rejoin his brother. He went to the window and watched as his brother held the door open for you, something he’d never seen him do for anyone. You must be more than an assistant. Or maybe just Mycroft’s new project.

~*~

Sherlock recounted the event later that evening with John.

“Wish I had been there,” he said. “I quite enjoy watching people give you a hard time.”

“She was inquiring about you,” Sherlock said. John sat up straighter and leaned forward a bit.

“Did she?”

“She did,” Sherlock said irritated. “Though I don’t even know why I’m telling you.”

“Well what did she say?” John asked. Sherlock rolled his eyes.

“She said she’d like to get to know you. And if you had time, you can reach her though Mycroft.” John laughed and bit his thumb with a boyish smile.

“Really?”

“Yes really,” Sherlock said annoyed.

“Is she pretty?” John asked.

“Do you remember Anthea?”

“Oh yeah,” John said with a grin.

“Anthea’s hideous compared to her.”

John scrambled out of his chair and rushed into the kitchen to grab he phone. He quickly punched in some numbers before grabbing his coat.

“Mycroft? Yeah it’s John… I was just talking to Sherlock…”

Sherlock didn’t get to hear how the rest of the conversation went because before he knew it John was out the door hailing a cab. He huffed and grabbed his violin. But before he could play a note his phone vibrated. It was a text from Mycroft. All it said was “: )”. Sherlock threw the phone against the wall.

The Way You Looked at Me. [Chapter Five]

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Angst

College AU!

Word Count: 3k

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Warning: Implications/Mentions of several sensitive/triggering topics. Please read at your own risk. (I do not wish to hurt or offend anyone).


Originally posted by jimint-condition

Hoseok

She continued to ignore me for days, if she spotted my presence then she would do her best to avoid me. It hurt, not going to lie. It’s as if she really doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore. Because she was always doing her absolute best to avoid me, I saw her less and less. She would go to class before I even woke up, I’d either see the back of her head in the lecture theatre or she’d be looking at the back of mine. When she got back, she never stayed in the living room for more than five minutes, unless Wootak was over to dance with her. Which then I’d leave them alone and stay away because seeing her dance with another guy other than me is still a little overwhelming, I know that it’s selfish because my dance partner now is Chaeyoung but I guess now I know how she feels when she first saw me dance with someone else other than her. The more I didn’t see her or argue with her, the more I felt distant, the more I felt like I was losing her. But it’s my own fault even if I do, because I couldn’t suck it up and be a man, instead I was cowardly and stupid. No matter how much I want time to turn back so that I can fix my mistakes, or just apologise and make things right with her now - it seems like I’ve already lost all my chances and that there’s no way this can be fixed, because what we had is already too broken, to the point where the tiny pieces were missing and they couldn’t be found again to fill in the gaps.

My train of thoughts were put to a stop when I heard Y/N shout from her room -

“OUCH SHIT!” Without taking another second to think about my own actions, I was already crouched by her side in her room where she was next to a big cardboard box and a knife next to her feet.

“You idiot, what happened?” I could have guessed that the knife slipped as she was trying to slice through the tape but, as a natural reaction, that was the first thing that came out of my mouth and my own hands held hers in mine examining her bloody finger closely until she pulled her hand out of my grasp.

“I’ll be okay.” Her voice quiet, as she stepped away from me and walked towards the bathroom. The way she snatched her hand away, leaving me there as if my existence ceased to exist made me feel shitty. But I didn’t want to give up. So I went into the cupboard and took out the first aid kit and dragged her out of the bathroom and over to the counter.

“Just leave me alone, it wouldn’t even matter if I bled to death. It has nothing to do with you.” She tried to walk away again but I didn’t allow her to. Her finger was still bleeding as she held a tissue over it, blood seeping through.

“Don’t say shit like that Y/N, I know I’ve been a prick about things and I know I’ve told you many times that I hate you, but I hate hearing that shit come out of your mouth. And yeah sure, I said I despised you but I’m just a dick and I’m lying to myself, I do still care for you deep down inside, whether or not you believe me it doesn’t matter but I’m just telling you the truth.” I held onto her waist and lifted her onto the countertop, standing directly in front of her where she had nowhere to move to.

I opened the first aid kit and took out the antiseptic wipes, holding her hand in mine I took away the tissue and started to clean her wound for her.

“But how could you care about someone you hate and despise?” She scoffed, no longer trying to pull herself away from me.

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Favorite Writing Things: Seven Year Pens

From time to time I wanted to share a few of my favorite writing-related products.  The top item on my list is, without a doubt, the Seven Year Pen from Seltzer Goods. 

I bought my first Seven Year Pen from a book store a little over three years ago with the promise that this pen is supposed to have 7 years worth of ink. I was skeptical. As someone who writes in a notebook every single day, I go through a lot of pens. I have seen favorite pens run dry more times than I can count. I’ve tried refilling some, but more often than not, it isn’t worth the effort. So buying this pen, I figured if it even lasts a year, it’s worth it. (Now, keep in mind, I was coming off a gel pen kick where I was going through a new pen every 3 days to a week. I’ve switched to ballpoint pens just because they last longer.)

Three years later, it’s my favorite pen and even more, it’s lasted three years. Over the past few years, I’ve collected more than a few of these pens, in part because I liked the first one so much and I’m in the habit of misplacing things regularly, but I can say, it’s lasted longer than any pen I’ve ever used and it writes so well. It’s durable, cute, and comfortable to grip. As far as writing with it, it works just about as nicely as any regular pen does. It just works for significantly longer, which is really fantastic. 

To date, I haven’t replaced the ink in the pen I bought three years ago. It’s the one pen I use most, and while it doesn’t look quite as bright and shiny as the day I bought it, it’s traveled with me across the country, out of the country, gotten thrown in purses, suitcases, backpacks. The design on it is a little faded, but it works like new and that’s all that’s mattered to me.

Now more often, I buy these pens as gifts (or really, something to throw on top of a gift or go with a nice journal). They’re cute, durable, and they last. No joke, this is my top recommendation for any writer. 

Pens shown above:  Unicorn Pen  |  Whale Pen  |   Lightning Bolt Pen  |   Note to Self Pen 

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David Tennant’s Contributions to Doctor Who Episodes
“Hand in a Jar” Edition

From the DVD commentary for Utopia with David Tennant and Russell T Davies:

David Tennant: The hand in the jar there is actually a cast of my hand.

Russell T Davies: At last!

DT: At last!  Which we did just before this episode, because the hand that you’d had on Torchwood and elsewhere had been… I don’t know who it had been.

RTD: I used to know who it was. It’s one of the Millennium FX guys.

DT: One of the Millennium FX guys’ hands.

RTD: I can’t remember which one

DT: It was a good bit bigger than mine. And when you put that in water it looked bigger still!  

RTD: [laughter] 

DT: So I thought, if my hand’s going to be right next to it I think we might need to address that.

RTD: Oh, did you ask?

DT: Yeah!  Yeah, yeah… and they ignored me for about three weeks, and then I said, “Please!” So we did it about two days before…

RTD: [more laughter]

Orig.Poster’s note: This post is part of a series on some of the contributions that David made to episodes of Doctor Who, because he sometimes gets questions about ad-libs or input he may have had to episodes, but he tends to not take credit for his various additions/suggestions - so I figured I’d list some for him.   David’s hands are quite distinctive.  With his extraordinarily long, thin fingers it was quite noticeable (to those paying close attention - and to those who are fans of David’s hands) that the original hand-in-a-jar didn’t look much like David’s hand. I find it impressive that it was David himself who kindly asked (multiple times) if a cast could be made of his actual hand, so the hand-in-the-jar would be more believable & accurate.  I’m thankful for his attention to detail and his desire to get things just right.

Semi-related Bonus (from Turn Left’s Confidential Episode):

Full set of David’s Contributions Posts (tag):
Bigger on the Inside Edition
Walking on Theatre Chairs Edition
Scanning a Planet Edition
Shakespeare Code Bedroom Edition
Interrupting Jackie Edition
Sarah Jane Smith Edition
Stone Arm Edition
Hand in a Jar Edition
Killing the Vespiform Edition

Chains and Blindfolds

heyheyhey you can thank @potato-fan-girl  for telling me to write this :)


Keith tugs at his arms, but all that achieves is making his shoulders ache even more.  The Galra sentry yanks at his arms, and Keith grunts.  He can hear Lance yelling, but does he listen?  No.  Why?  Because it’s Keith.  

Lance grunts as he’s thrown against the wall of the cell and Keith can only watch as the Galra pulls Lance forward by his hair and wrap a gross, greenish cloth around his eyes.  Lance tries to turn his head and wiggle out of their hold, but he just manages to get slapped and kicked in the ribs.  Keith tries to run forward, but, again, all that does is make his shoulders hurt even more.  

They throw Keith into the ground as they chain Lance’s hands into the chains hanging from the ceiling.  There’s enough chain for him to sink to the ground with his arms above him, and he does just that.  From his slumped posture, Keith can tell that Lance is lost and very afraid–uncomfortable, even.  His breathing is quick and his head is moving like he’s trying to see.  His hands are limp before him, chained together and useless.  

Keith struggles as they chain him to the chair in the corner of the room.  He can’t figure out why they have him so heavily chained rather than having Lance.  Of course, Keith has been fighting them since they knocked Lance off that ledge he was shooting from and tackled Keith while he was distracted with making sure Lance was okay.  

The Galra leave for who knows how long.  Lance’s hard, panicked breathing is all the fills the silence.  

“Lance,” Keith rasps.  “Lance come over here.”  Lance shakes his head, mumbling.

“I don’t–where?”  Lance replies.  He fumbles around for a second before he’s facing Keith.

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{Special College!AU} Sicheng
  • major: nutritional science 
  • minor: kinesiology 
  • clubs: theater club - helps out on choreography when there are musicals planned, chinese culture club - helps people enjoy his culture while also tutoring chinese language learners, taeyong tried to get him to sign up for extra korean classes but sicheng just did his infamous puppy eyes and taeyong was like fINE we can go to the movies instead 
  • sports: gymnastics 
  • his interest in nutritional science steams from the fact that he wants to work with athletes one day
  • health has always been super important to him, he’s done a lot of physical activity and kept up a great diet since he was a kid and when people asked him what he wanted to do with his life ,,,, it came naturally 
  • “i want to help people live better!”
  • johnny is always claiming that sicheng has it easy because his tastes are so picky, he doesn’t like a lot of things and therefore all he can really eat is rice and greens
  • sicheng is always like “johnny,,,,,that’s not the only thing i eat,,,,”
  • and johnny is like nonsense no one can be that lean and handsome without solely surviving on rice and vegetables
  • ten: hi hello i eat three slices of pizza a day and look at me
  • johnny: see, exactly you look nothing like sichen- ow ten don’t hit me with your duffel bag you demon
  • but seriously, sicheng just wants to be able to work around others that take sports and fitness as seriously as he does
  • like he had initially wanted to become a dance major, but something drew him to the bigger picture,,,,to the grueling efforts behind the scenes that athletes of all different kinds of sports have to go through on a daily basis to keep doing what they love
  • plus, people who thought it was all about science were wrong - sicheng loves classes that deal with global nutrition, public health, and more!!
  • and anyway,,,,he likes the lab work,,,much to people’s surprise 
  • and if anything, neuroscience major taeil is always there to help - and so is like anyone else because if sicheng as much as blinKS it’s like glitter and butterflies appear in the air and you just cannot say no
  • teachers even have trouble doing it, like sicheng might answer something wrong and the toughest of professors are like “i-it’s ok, do you want to try again?”
  • doyoung has nicknamed him the uni’s prince charming because everyone falls over him
  • exhibit a: yuta literally got up once while they were having lunch and went “sicheng, i would die for you”
  • sicheng was just like “you’ll die first from all that soda you drink”
  • taeyong nearly fell out of his chair,,,,, who taught his son how to come up with such sick burns??? 
  • and sicheng is dedicated,,,,,like rain or shine he’s got a workout plan and he knows what time he should eat what to maintain a healthy metabolism
  • and im just imagining mark coming up to him like dude do you have some snacks ;; and sicheng is like “here!” handing him a bag of diced carrots and mark is like,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh
  • but tbh sicheng has his cheat days,,,,they’re super rare,,,,but if any of his friends are around with loose change sicheng will just walk into the nearest grocery and be like “ice cream?”
  • and taeyong, yuta, johnny, doyoung, ten, hell even jaehyun have all just been like ,,,,,,,,,,, ok get it ill pay
  • someone once asked sicheng how he’s never worried about being broke and he’s like one rule of college ^^ never spend your own money ^^ 
  • (tbh he’s so lucky he has the face of an angel,,,,,) 
  • sometimes he does this cute thing where he takes note for class in his native language and when he studies he’s always mumbling to himself 
  • and it’s super cute,,,,,i feel like he has a lot of love for his hometown so he’s got pictures up on his wall and decorations his parents have sent him
  • if you ever want to talk to someone about chinese dramas or music,,,,go to sicheng 
  • and you go to the same uni as sicheng, but the first time you see him is when youre doing your part time job
  • which,,,,as embarrassing as it is,,,,is delivering for a local pizza place
  • most of the time you manage to get out of delivering to the uni dorms by taking the orders as far away from the uni as possible, which the other delivery person doesn’t mind - more work for you
  • but one evening, you’re the only person on duty and some kid named yuta just got an order for a large pizza to your campus dorm
  • and you briefly consider hiding your face when you go to deliver it but hey,,,,you don’t know yuta so it should be fine,,,,hopefully
  • the dorm is thankfully not near your own and for the most part you try to keep your head down when you go inside, avoiding eye contact with any students who pass by
  • you get to the room, knocking on it and saying that the pizza is here
  • a boy, whose caught in mid-laughter opens the door. “yuta?” you ask, pulling the receipt for his order out with your free hand 
  • he grins and says “that’s me!” pulling away to go rummage through his drawer for money
  • you stand there, holding the pizza and see that in the dorm are two other boys, one who’s laying sprawled out on his bed - eyes stuck to his phone
  • and the other, sitting cross-legged on the floor is looking at you
  • he’s incredibly pretty, with round eyes and full lips. his brown hair is pulled back with a headband and you can see his clear, glowing skin
  • obviously, he’s someone who takes care of himself and when yuta reaches out to give you the money the boy goes
  • “pizza? after 10?”
  • yuta grins at him “im a greasy boy, who needs greasy food sicheng - right taeil?”
  • taeil, the boy on the bed gives a lazy nod, “you are what you eat.”
  • you raise an eyebrow, but don’t say anything as you hand over the pizza
  • with that, you turn around to go 
  • and,,,,to be honest you forget about this happening until you find yourself, a week later, in front of the same dorm holding the same pizza
  • you think it’s a little weird,,,,apparently your boss said the students requested to send you and no one else
  • you knock again, this time only sicheng opens it and he takes the pizza off your hands immediately. handing you the money, he bows his head slightly and mumbles thank you
  • you stare at him for a moment,,,but tell him to have a goodnight and leave again
  • a couple of days later, you’re delivering pizza again - this time only three slices
  • but sicheng answers again
  • and it’s the same quick exchange,,,but something keeps nagging in your head
  • isn’t he the one who didn’t want to eat pizza,,,,why is he ordering it,,,,
  • but - that isn’t any of your business. maybe that yuta kid put him up to it, what do you know
  • but you’re not the only one a little perplexed, yuta and taeil keep coming to the dorm seeing pizza boxes - left completely untouched
  • “they’re for you.” sicheng explains briefly and turns over in bed to read his textbook
  • “i thought you didn’t want us eating junk food, aren’t you a nutrition major?” yuta had joked and sicheng had only shifted his eyes away,,, opening his mouth to say something but deciding against it
  • taeil turned to yuta and with a frown added “i think something is going on,,,,”
  • after delivering god knows how many pizzas to the same dorm, you found yourself with the day off on the weekend
  • you had wanted to do nothing but laze around in study hall, watching videos on your laptop while pretending you were studying
  • when two boys had plopped themselves down before you 
  • looking up you saw,,,yuta and taeil
  • shocked, you closed your laptop and asked them what they wanted,,,,yuta clicked his tongue and just went “you deliver pizzas right?”
  • “no,,,” you scrunched up your nose but taeil shook his head at yuta’s side
  • “we’re not here to make fun of your or anything, we just have a question - do you and sicheng,,,,our roommate,,,know each other?”
  • shifting in your seat, you looked between the both of them, “no,,,,just that he orders a lot of pizza”
  • “see, that’s weird!” yuta rubbed his chin,,,,looking to taeil for support,,,but neither of them knew what to say next
  • “maybe he just likes pizza-”
  • “he’s a nutrition major, he thinks pizza is the worst,,,,,,but he keeps buying it,,,”
  • you sighed,,,putting your laptop into your bag and shrugging “i don’t know what’s going on ,,,, but maybe ask him why he’s doing it? im not blackmailing him into buying pizzas ok.”
  • you got up, slinging your bag over your shoulder with another look of disappointment “you think i want to deliver pizza on campus and have everyone see me?”
  • with that, you left a speechless yuta and taeil and marched back to your own dorm,,,,,much less was the fact that they now knew you were a student here,,,,but also why were you being roped into their problems wit htheir roommate??
  • their super cute roommate,,,,,,,,,wait no that’s not what you’re supposed to think
  • with a grumble, you got up into your room and fell face first into your bed - you had work tomorrow anyway
  • “i think sicheng like them.” taeil proclaims to yuta as they walk back to their dorm together
  • “likes them,,,,,like,,,,has a crush???” 
  • “yep, that’s why he keeps ordering us pizza. so he’ll see them.”
  • yuta looks at taeil like he’s mad, “why doesn’t he just ask them out? he knows where the pizza place is.”
  • taeil straightens his back and goes “yuta, sicheng is shy. that’s why.”
  • much to yuta’s surprise and taeil’s conformation, sicheng does say he thinks your cute when they confront him about the pizza dilemma
  • yuta is adamant about sicheng just confessing,,,,seriously if he keeps getting pizza he’s going to make yuta gain like a billion pounds and while taeil tells yuta that’s impossible he also tells sicheng that he could just try asking you out
  • sicheng ,,,, gets shy ,,,, he makes up a story about have gymnastics training in the evening but taeil points to the calendar on his desk and says “sicheng, your training is on tuesday.”
  • with pink ears,,,sicheng decides that he’ll do it,,, but he’s just never don it before
  • ever since elementary school people had always just come to him, asked him out, gave him presents, confession letters, all which he was thankful for but,,,,
  • yuta just tells him to go for it, if anything he can just come back to the dorm and yuta will be waiting for him
  • sicheng gives him a sideways glance that makes yuta jump, but taeil just tells him that it’s fine. he can go tomorrow and ask you out.
  • the next day, you’re chaining your bike up outside the pizza joint for your shift when you see sicheng waiting near the building
  • you take off your helmet, combing through your messy hair and ask yourself why he’s here
  • once he sees you’re done, he does a slightly shy walk over and goes “i,,,,i know this is weird,,,,,,”
  • you blink, confused because um,,,what’s happening???
  • sicheng bites his tongue, the nerves are worse than he thought but he finally just goes “do you want to get some food with me,,,sometime?”
  • you look at him,,,wide eyed and ask shakily “like ,,, me deliver you pizza?”
  • he lets out a chuckle and for the first time you notice one of his teeth is snaggled,,,,how cute
  • “n-no i mean,,,,like a date,,,,,,,,,”
  • in surprise you almost forget how to speak,,,,but you manage to get yourself to nod
  • “cool,,,c,,can i have your number so i don’t have to call the pizza place anymore,,,”
  • you fiddle to get it out of your pocket but hand over your phone for sicheng and you to swap numbers
  • he looks cute with red cheeks, he keeps playing with his fingers and scratching his neck as you stand there in silence
  • till it dawns on you,,, “wait - did,,,,is that why you kept ordering pizza? to - to ask me out?”
  • this time sicheng turns a burning red, he doesn’t want to admit but in a small voice he replies that maybe,,,yeah,,,kinda,,,
  • in a way you’re beyond flattered,,,but you also can’t help but giggle because that’s silly - sicheng,,,doesn’t even like pizza 
  • “don’t laugh,,,,,i didnt know how else to see you,,,”
  • you give him that,,but before he goes you add “i ,, actually go to the same uni,,, im just shy because this job isn’t cute,,”
  • sicheng frowns “but i think the uniform looks nice on you,,,,”
  • you blush this time,,,playing with the hem of your shirt “o-oh,,,”
  • with that, sicheng waves and you hear your boss calling your name from inside
  • that night as you make delivers,,,you don’t feel as embarrassed as before,,,sicheng’s words ringing in your ears
  • the first date is kind of awkward you won’t lie, but it’s nice and sicheng takes you to this place that has all these organic dishes that sicheng knows so much about
  • “no wonder you don’t like pizza,,” you joke and sicheng reddens but also tells you that it’s not like he doesn’t like it - it’s good, but it’s bad??? in a lot of ways yuta is exactly like pizza to sicheng
  • that makes you laugh and you don’t see it, but sichengs smile has just a small hint of pride because eheh he made you laugh,,,
  • once news spreads that you and sicheng are sorta seeing each other, yuta proposed a party because hey,,,sicheng is all grown up
  • taeyong pinches yuta by the ear and is like “he’s always been grown up, but i am happy for him so yes let’s throw a party”
  • of course sicheng is insanely embarrassed by his friends over-exaggerating events in his life but at the same time,,, he’s just so warm with this feeling of liking someone
  • especially someone as cute as you
  • and you learn that sicheng has this strict workout and diet and you can’t believe it but he makes you want to be healthy too
  • which really makes sicheng happy, like when you try some of his healthy snacks- especially things his mother sent him from back home - you can see him get all excited, sparkling eyes asking if it’s good
  • sicheng talks a lot about his family, which you adore because his hometown sounds so nice and sicheng once slips up and is like “i want to take you there,,” which is something really romantic and sappy
  • and he’s like ,,,, aH but it’s ok if you’re not interested and you’re like what the heck of course i am 
  • i feel like you could give him super cute nicknames and he’d pretend to not like them, but secretly lovE it 
  • like when you changed his name in your phone to a cute emoji of the lil chick he was like ahhh change it,,,, but also got smiley about it after
  • not much of a texter, but sicheng does like sending you videos during the day
  • i feel like he’d always be on the lookout for something new and healthy to try so he’d be sending you photos like let’s go here!!!
  • you made his selfie your background and he was shy but was also like “did you send them to your parents? do they think im cute?”
  • as much as he is shy and not too talkative, sicheng likes to bask in attention - your attention to be exact
  • so whenever your in class for a long time or have an evening shift sicheng pulls out a corny move and calls you on breaks to mumble that he wishes you could be with him instead
  • buys you a cute plush chick and is like “,,,,you dont HAVE to name it sicheng,,,,,but,,,,,if you do,,,,,,,,that’d be,,,,nice”
  • pda in public gets him all embarrassed, no matter how many times yuta has tried to push you two closer together, but he does like holding hands
  • he once brought your hand up and nuzzled his cheek against it and it was so cute your heart almost stopped
  • has this super cute dazed look with his mouth half open when he’s tired and you always tickle behind his ear to get him to snap out of it
  • or tbh you just admire it because your boyfriend is so,,,,cute what the heck
  • sicheng sometimes walks you to and from your shifts at work and once in a while you’ll pout and ask for a kiss and he does this cute thing where he looks both ways to see if anyone is paying attention
  • before kissing you and using his hand to cover your faces
  • and you always laugh because he’s so silly but sicheng just insists its for your privacy benefits LOL
  •  you know he told taeyong about everything that happened when he first kissed and your first date and you know taeyong nearly cried with joy when he saw you and sicheng sitting in the librar hovering over the same book
  • like he promised he wouldn’t be emotional about it but he always is
  • sicheng saved you in his phone with the chinese version of your name which he calls you really cutely when you guys are alone and he wants to cuddle
  • when he’s studying, you sometimes hug him from behind and kiss behind his ear and down his jaw and he gets all whiny but in a good way
  • he does gymnastics so his hugs are always tight and safe,,,,,once when he was away for an abroad trip to another city with his class 
  • and you didn’t get to see him for a straight month 
  • when he got back to campus, you nearly ran right into him, but he caught you and gave you little pecks all over your face which was the first time you’d done anything that like romantic in public
  • thankfully doyoung got a pic of it and he does use it to blackmail you two from time to time sdkgj jokes jokes
  • but doyoung does say you and sicheng have a little ‘bubble’ of your own
  • moments where you’ll lean over to fix sicheng’s cute messy bangs and smile at him and he’ll just smile back
  • and you guys stare lovingly at each other and doyung could try shouting your names or waving his hand in your faces but,,,
  • you and sicheng just see each other and that’s it tbh
  • sicheng’s cheat days to eat are,,,,impressive to say the least,,,, he can eat like twice his body weight and he loves chips and sweets
  • and wow ok you thought he was anti-sugar drinks but,,,,he sure does love caramel lattes 
  • like even tho he has a diet he follows for healthy living,,,,he still likes to eat,,,,,which you think is good
  • because seeing him shove like 10 leaf wraps in his mouth just makes your heart spin he’s so cute and happy eating
  • sicheng is a pretty good student most of the time, but you come to realize getting up to work out - which you thought early in the morning - actually means like noon,,,,and sometimes he’s late for lectures
  • and you’re like sicheng,,,please set an alarm and he’s like i would but i sleep through it (taeil has attested to this being true)
  • his friend kun from another uni came to visit once and was like “ive never seen sicheng awake before 9 am - he must really love you” which you were like oh,,, and sicheng was like kun - why do you embarrass me bro
  • you’ve never seen sicheng dance but kun had brought some videos to show you and since then you’d always cheer sicheng on at uni parties or whatever to show off his moves
  • and sure,,,,,he’s shy but he can really dance
  • and even though he kills it, he always runs back to hide his head in your shoulder and you think he’s just,,,,the cutest ive said this 100 times in this au but he IS
  • even though your job at the pizza place sucks, sicheng always makes you feel better about it and tells you there’s nothing embarrassing - you’re doing a great job
  • yuta keeps pestering you for free pizza though and sicheng is like i know you’re older than me,,,,but i will destroy your anime figures if you bother my s/o one more time gkjdlg
  • sicheng and you doing cute face masks together in the dorm, snacking on some healthy fruits, studying for finals, being absolutely adorable together in matching couple pajamas
  • but when taeil asks if you’re sleeping over you and sicheng just get all red and sicheng is like they’re,,,but they’re taking the bed and im on the floor for tonight
  • but like,,, do you fall asleep holding hands anyway,,,,yes,,,,,,,
  • he just has a super pure heart that he really loves you with and he’s shy about a lot of things but he can comfortably say that he loves you and all of nct plus me are in tears sicheng is an angel  

markten | taeil | johnny | doyoung | jaehyun | taeyong | yuta 
bangtan | vixx | monsta x | got7 + kard + amber | seventeen

Sick nights

Summary: Shawn wasn’t feeling good and you stepped in to make sure he felt better.

Requested: Yes (Can you write a Shawn imagine where he wakes you up in the middle of the night feeling really sick to his stomach and maybe he’s kinda upset about it and is scared to lay down because every time he lays down he feels like he’s going to throw up and you get him medicine and stuff to make him feel better and later in the night maybe he throws up while rushing to the bathroom and he’s super embarrassed because he didn’t make it to the toilet in time? Super fluffy!!!! Thanks love)

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: none

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You awoke to the blankets being pulled from your body. You rolled over to find them bunched around your boyfriend. “Shawn, baby, are you okay? This is the third time you’ve pulled the blankets from me tonight and you never do that.”

A low muffled groan left his mouth and into his pillow. “I don’t feel good. My stomach hurts.”

You sat up and turned on the lamp next to your side of the bed. Looking over, you saw Shawn curled up in all of the blankets and a look of discomfort resting on his face. You placed your wrist on his forehead to check his temperature. “Shawn, you’re burning up. And you’re covered in sweat. Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?” You got out of bed and walked to his side, pulling him out of bed and taking him to the bathroom.

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I’m Not a Kid

I’m Not a Kid

Word count: 4.2k

Genre: smut

Parts: one | two


“Y/N” you heard Jungkook sing song. He had been bothering you for the past three weeks. Jungkook was your boss’s son and he had been trying to get you to go out with him since day one.

You had given the papers to your secretary and turned to face him. “Jungkook,” you sighed and walked back over to your office. You walked inside your office and turned to close your door but Jungkook stopped it and walked in. You sighed again and went to sit at your desk. You got on your computer, not looking at him, “Yes, Jungkook.”

“Oh, Y/N” he laughed. “I love when you call me that.”

You looked over at him, “It is your name.”

He just stood there and smiled with a wink. You rolled your eyes, “What did you need?”

He walked over and sat at the on the edge of your desk. “Well, I need a date to dinner tonight?”

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Side Chick (Part 2)

* credit to gif owner

Part 1

A/N: @iknowyoufeelme because you gotta be the first to know this is up

“Mind if we join you?” he questioned. You could see the look in Calum’s eyes and knew what was happening. He was jealous. The type of jealous that made you question just exactly where the two of you stood in your “relationship.”

     Before either you or Eric could respond Calum was sliding into the booth along with his friends. As a result, you were smushed between Eric and Calum while Calum was between you and Ria. “What are you doing here?” you asked Calum. To everyone else your words sounded like an innocent question, but to Calum he could clearly hear the waver in your voice and a hint of annoyance. You could see the smirk on Calum’s face begin to grow. 

“We just stopped by to grab some food. You know I think I saw you at the party, Y/N I could have sworn I overheard you saying you weren’t coming tonight,” Calum said. For a split second you could see Calum glower at you. His jaw had clenched and he looked down at you with raised eyebrows. 

“Y/N decided last minute that she wanted to come,” Eric answered for you. He looked at Calum with the same expression the Maori boy was giving and you could feel his hand pull you into him even more. Calum had noticed the action too and his clenched jaw grew even more. 

“Hi I’m Ria. I don’t think we’ve properly met,” Calum’s girlfriend interjected, breaking the tension that was in the air. She had peered over Calum’s shoulder and sent you a beaming smile. You studied the girl curiously taking in her dyed blue hair and piercing brown eyes. “I’m guessing you all have class together?” she commented, resting her chin on Calum’s shoulder. You were stunned. Ria’s friendliness taking you aback for a minute. The two of you had crossed paths before, but had never actually spoken to one another. From looking at her now you could tell Ria had not the slightest clue what was going on. She only assumed what Calum must have told her that they were going to grab something to eat. 

“I’m Eric,” the boy beside you spoke up, reaching the hand that wasn’t wrapped around you to shake Ria’s hand. 

“Y/N,” you smiled, feeling guilty at the fact that you were fucking this girl’s boyfriend and she had no idea. You had always wondered what it would be like to meet Ria; thinking she would be the nastiest person ever or some stuck up bitch. Instead you were met with the opposite. This girl seemed sweet and from the looks of it she was so in love with Calum. It made you sick to your stomach at the fact that you were hurting her. 

“You two look like a couple. Am I right?” she asked. You could feel Calum stiffen up beside you and broken sentences began to leave your lips as Calum stared at you curiously.

“Uh no-we’re-uh,” you muttered not sure what to say.

“We haven’t gotten that far yet,” Eric laughed making an uneasy smile come across your face. Calum was scowling now and you swallowed hard. This must have been what Eric wanted to admit. That he had feelings for you and wanted to take you out on a date. 

“Are we going to eat or what!?!” one of Calum’s friends whined. Michael, you mentally reminded yourself. Calum’s group nodded in agreement and before you knew it they had gone off to grab food. 

“Excuse me I have to use the restroom,” you muttered, slipping past Eric quickly and making a dash for the bathroom. You felt terrible and your fingers tightly gripped onto the porcelain sink as you dry heaved into it. You felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes and your breath became ragged. “What are you doing?” you muttered to yourself. Your head lifted and you stared at your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes closed and you sucked in a deep breath before slowly exhaling. You then turned on the faucet and began to dab cold water on your face to cool your skin. Ria didn’t deserve any of this. She didn’t deserve to have Calum cheating on her. After finally meeting the girl you realized all of this was wrong. Your feelings for Calum went beyond sexual intimacy which made you feel even more guilty. After a few minutes you left the bathroom only to run into Calum.

“So you and Eric huh?” Calum questioned, leaning against the opposite wall and staring at your with dark eyes. You rolled your eyes at his words and crossed your arms over your chest.

“So you’re all of a sudden jealous?” you scoffed, “Go back to your girlfriend, Cal and let me enjoy my night.”  You tried to walk past him, but Calum was quick to grab your arm and pulled you back into him. 

“I thought I made it clear that you weren’t coming to the party tonight and yet when I look across the room what do I see? You grinding up against pretty boy back there,” Calum hissed. You bit onto your bottom lip and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You weren’t sure if Calum was angry that you had gone to the party, or that you were flirting with Eric, or both. “I’m telling you now that I’m not one to share, so whatever the fuck you have going on with him you need to end it,” Calum demanded. You looked at him in surprise and you could feel your anger boiling. 

“You’re not one to share!” you exclaimed, immediately being shushed by Calum. You accusingly pointed your finger at him. “You’re such a hypocrite. You’re not one to share, but I’m the one sharing you, Calum!” You pushed at his chest in anger the minute he took a step towards you. “How could you? How can cheat on Ria? Sit there next to her all while you’re secretly screwing me in the backseat of your car?” you questioned. Calum stared at you in shock. “You wanted me to stay in my lane and so I did. Not once did I approach you at the party, but all of a sudden you get jealous and follow me out just to ruin things.” You caught your breath, chest heaving up and down at your small rant. 

“You done?” Calum questioned, looking at you with a bored expression. Your mouth clamped shut and you could feel your skin become hot. Calum peered out the hall and his eyes landed to where the group was. Everyone had gotten back to the table with their respective food. They were all to engrossed in conversation to notice that you and Calum were gone. “I’m not the only one in the wrong here, Y/N. You knew from the jump that I had a girlfriend. You enjoyed sleeping with me as much as I enjoyed sleeping with you, so don’t go around pointing the blame at me when you’re the one at fault too,” he said in a low menacing voice. Calum licked his lips and he inched closer to you until he was towering over you, but also looking down at you. You swallowed hard and just like earlier that day your breath was sucked out of you. “Just because you went against what I said I’ll be stopping by your place at three to remind you who’s in charge. This is the last time I’m telling you…I don’t share, so end things with Eric.” With that said he left to head back to the group and seconds later you rejoined them. Your happy mood deflated as everyone sat eating and Calum spent the rest of the time making out with Ria.

     “You and Calum are what!?!” Eric questioned, mouth parting in surprise. His mouth quickly closed when he felt the food almost fall out. You quickly glanced at your surrounding to make sure no one was eavesdropping on your conversation. Talking in the dining hall resulted in everyone knowing your business whether you wanted them to know or not. 

“We’re sleeping with each other,” you repeated, nose scrunching up in fear of what Eric might say. You flicked your fork about in the pasta you had been eating and avoided Eric’s gaze. He swallowed the food in his mouth and then cleared his throat.

“Why are you telling me this?” he asked, shifting in his spot at how awkward the air between you two had become. Eric’s feelings for you was clearly known by now and hearing that the girl he was currently seeing was also having sex with someone else wasn’t something he wanted to know. He wasn’t expecting your lunch date to turn into this discussion at all.

“Because I really like you and I thought you should know because I’m such a terrible person for sleeping with a guy that has a girlfriend,” you explained. It was true, in your mind you were the worst person ever for possibly ruining a relationship. Ever since the party you and Eric had been spending a lot of time together. You had even gone on a few dates to Calum’s dismay and throughout the whole thing you were still seeing Calum.

“You’re not a terrible person, Y/N,” Eric reassured, grabbing your hand and giving it a small squeeze. He let out a deep sigh and asked the question that was nagging at the back of his brain. “So what you’re telling me is that you’re a side chick?” Eric hesitantly asked in shock, he slumped back into his spot. When you said you had something to tell him, well Eric wasn’t expecting to hear this. You quietly nodded and was suddenly aware at how much he was staring at you. 

“It’s not something I’m proud of okay? I feel bad because after meeting Ria and seeing how nice she is…god I’m so stupid for getting myself into this mess,” you sighed, chewing frantically at your bottom lip. This wasn’t fair to Eric or Ria.

“Then why not end it? Clearly you feel second to Ria, so you shouldn’t feel like that with someone you’re dating,” Eric explained. He somehow caught on to the fact that you must have had some type of feelings for Calum. Otherwise you would have ended things sooner.

“Calum told me to end things with you. He doesn’t like to share,” you said. Erick blinked back in surprise. You eyebrows rose in a ‘yeah I know’ type of way and you continued to poke at your food. Eric rolled his eyes.

“What does he mean “he doesn’t want to share” that’s a bunch of bullshit. Y/N you should be with someone that doesn’t hide you away from the world. Someone that wouldn’t cheat on their girlfriend,” Eric said, he squeezed your hand again. You could already tell what Eric’s next words were going to be, but Eric wasn’t the one to say it.

“Someone like you I’m guessing?” the all too familiar voice butted in. Eric’s face contorted into a scowl and he turned in his spot to face Calum. 

“Always a pleasure, Hood,” Eric said. You could hear the sarcasm in his voice. “But yeah now that you mention it Y/N should be with someone like me,” Eric stated. You could see Calum’s hand ball up into a fist and the vein on his neck only seemed to pulsate as his anger grew. “At least she would know she was number one in my life. Unlike you,” Eric said, staring Calum down. You were lost for words. Even if you and Calum weren’t in a relationship you knew just how possessive he became. In Calum’s mind you were his even if you were just his side piece. You could feel the tension get thick and it must have been felt around the area too. Almost everyone that was close by was staring at the three of you. Overhearing everything that was being said. 

“What makes you think she would want to be yours?” Calum taunted, raising an eyebrow in challenge. “You don’t know Y/N like I do, so I suggest you back up off my girl before we have a problem,” he said. Eric smirked at Calum’s words and scratched at his cheek in amusement. Eric looked at you then back to Calum and then back to you again. To both yours and Calum’s surprise Eric’s head dipped down to give you a quick, but passionate kiss. 

Calum so far hadn’t made a move, but Eric decided to take things one step further. Getting up from his spot and getting in Calum’s personal space. “I don’t think she’s yours, but you know I wonder what Ria would think about your little affair with Y/N?” Eric’s words came out as a threat. “You know I think I see her coming into the cafeteria now,” Eric stated. Calum didn’t even hear Eric’s last words. Eric had already pushed Calum’s buttons enough by kissing you and he tipped the scale even more by threatening to expose him as a cheater. Calum’s fist flew up and collided with Eric’s jaw. You let out a small yelp and reared back as Eric stumbled for a second then took a swing at Calum too. Not too long after the two were fighting right there in front of everyone. Eric sent a punch to Calum’s stomach making him double over in pain for a minute before he sucker punched Eric in the eye. 

“STOP IT!” you yelled, not wanting to jump between the two in fear of getting caught in the crossfire of their punches. They were on the ground now and you watched in horror as Eric tackled Calum down into a chokehold. “Holy fuck,” you gasped, your hands flying up to grip at your hair. Calum jabbed his elbow into Eric’s stomach and Eric grunted, hiis hold on Calum releasing. Calum gasped for air, but was quick to get back to fighting.

“CALUM!” Ria shouted now joining you to watch the two boys go at it. Calum’s attention was taken off of the other guy at the sound of his girlfriend’s voice. Ria was looking at him in surprise not sure why he was fighting Eric. At that moment Eric pinned Calum down to the ground and overpowered him. You had remembered Eric telling you he was on the wrestling team for the college. 

“Tell her!” Eric demanded making Calum face Ria. You shook your head no. This was the opposite of what you wanted. Calum spat out blood and glared at Eric’s words. “If you don’t I will,” Eric threatened. Though he didn’t have a chance to fulfill his threat, Calum’s group of friends pushing through the crowd and pulling Eric off their friend. 

“Break it up!” Luke yelled, pushing Eric in your direction and flinging Calum towards Ashton and Michael. “You don’t do this shit on school grounds man!” Luke yelled, slapping Calum upside the head. Calum wiped blood from his mouth and glanced towards you. You were too busy trying to make sure if Eric was okay to notice his longing look. But Ria noticed it, her attention shifting between you and Calum. Out of everyone in the group she didn’t know her boyfriend was cheating on her with you.

“Look I have feelings for you too Y/N and I won’t be second to that asshole, so whatever you have with Calum you need to figure it out and when you do then give me a call when you’ve sorted it out,” Eric said, grabbing the napkins you had given him to wipe his bloody nose. He gave you one last kiss before grabbing his things and leaving. Pushing past Calum and exiting the cafeteria before campus police could show up. You let out a huff and looked at Calum in worry. Your attention was taken off of him when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to see Ria eyeing you nervously. 

“I couldn’t help but overhear what Eric had said to you, but answer my question honestly,” she slowly said. Her words had reached Calum’s ears, who wasn’t standing that far away from the two of you, and his eyes widened in horror. Clearly Ria had put two and two together, though she had some suspicion about Calum cheating this fight only seemed to heighten it. Now she was going to the source wanting to hear from your mouth that you were in fact having sex with her boyfriend. “Are you sleeping with my boyfriend?” she questioned.