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Giving Thanks~

Good evening. It’s been a long day spent with relatives, most of whose company I enjoy. I’m now home with a glass of wine and my computer. But before I begin trying to catch up with everything I missed in Tumblrland today, I wish to send out a message. This is not just for those who celebrate Thanksgiving, but to all of you, because you’re all a part of it.

I’m thankful for you. Those who chat with me, I don’t take it for granted, even if I worry that I unload too much when you have your own lives to worry about. But I appreciate you lending an ear. Those who read my writing, I love you more than words can say. If you’ve ever sent me a message, ever reblogged something of mine, ever tagged me in a post, you are wonderful and special. I am grateful for my followers, even if we’ve never spoken. Being here and being part of this fandom is something that makes me happy, and I’m so glad you’ve chosen to include me in your blogging experience.

I hope the rest of this year brings you the kind of joy you deserve. But if you ever need a shoulder to cry on, someone to vent to, or just feel like fangirling, I’m always here to be your friend.

Thank you.

~Courtney
xo

me to me: hey, where’s the au where Jack jumps into a taxi to escape crazy fans and Bitty’s already using the taxi

me to me: georgia, you write stuff. you can just… write that

me to me: hey, good point

The door opens and shuts again quickly, which is strange enough as the taxi is sitting in the middle lane at a light that’s just turned green. What is more strange though, is a man throws himself into the car at the same time.

Bitty would ask ‘what the hell’, but he’s currently cradling his nose in his hands, having suffered an elbow to the face as the stranger slid across the car seat without looking.

“Crisse. Fuck. Shit. I am so sorry.”

The man turns to him. Bitty’s eyes are watering and he blinks to try and clear them. He’s fairly certain the man in the taxi with him is Jack Zimmermann.

The taxi driver has either not noticed what has happened, or is used to strange occurrences in their taxi, and is still driving Bitty on toward his apartment.

“Are you alright?” The man who Bitty is now convinced is Jack Zimmermann-he’s got a line of stitches on his jaw from a rough check in a game Bitty watched two nights ago–asks worriedly, hands dancing around Bitty’s face like he wants to make sure but is afraid to touch.

Bitty pulls his hands away and looks down. No blood. He presses his fingertips gently to his nose. It’s tender, but not horribly so.

“I’m good.”

Jack sighs and slumps back into the seat. “Thank god.”

He shuts his eyes and leans his head against the backrest. Bitty watches him, speechless. What are you meant to say when one of your favourite athletes ambushes your taxi? There is no precedent for that.

Eventually, Jack opens his eyes and turns to Bitty. “I really am sorry. I wasn’t thinking when I got in here.”

“Jumped,” Bitty corrects.

“Pardon?”

“Oh, it’s just. It’s more like you jumped in here, you know.”

Jack rubs at the back of his neck as his eyes drop to Bitty’s nose. “Yeah, guess so.”

Bitty nods slowly at him, and waits for further explanation, which doesn’t seem forthcoming. It’s not exactly surprising, judging from what little Bitty knows of Jack’s character from post-game interviews and Falconers Face-offs. He’s never been as verbal as some of his teammates. Still, you would think this situation would warrant an explanation.

“Why did you?” Bitty eventually asks, too curious to leave it alone.

Jack’s eyes dart out the window, then land back on Bitty. “It’s, uh, a little embarrassing, truthfully.”

“Try me.”

“Alright. I was–No, I should start with,” Jack mumbles to himself, then clears his throat. “I play hockey, and I’m, well, I’m… known.”

Bitty finds it almost endearing how uncomfortable Jack looks saying it.

Bitty nods. “I knew that part.”

Jack raises his eyebrows. “Really? But you haven’t–I mean, you’re not reacting…” He stops himself with a huff. “I really don’t know a good way to say it.”

“Star-struck?” Bitty suggests.

“Eh,” Jack shrugs.

“I played in college,” Bitty tells him. “Lived in a frat house with hockey players for years. You’ve lost all aura of mystery and un-touchability to me, I’m afraid.”

Jack looks him over, and Bitty can guess what thoughts are going through his head. Thankfully, he refrains from saying anything. Bitty might have thrown him out the taxi if he did.

“I don’t mind. It’s… a nice change, truthfully.” Jack even smiles at Bitty as he says it. It’s small, sure, but it’s also an expression Bitty has never ever seen on his face. It feels nice to be shown something of who Jack really is. Bitty looks out the window before he starts reading into it and spins this random encounter into a fantasy. He’s surprised to see he’s only a few blocks from home. It’s felt like no time at all.

“I was running away from some of the, uh, ‘other’ kind of fans,” Jack tells Bitty.

Bitty swings his head back around. “Who says I’m a fan?” he teases with mock-offense.

“Oh.” Jack looks abashed. “I just assumed, because you knew who I was. That’s terrible.”

Bitty laughs. “No, you’re right. You’re a great player.”

Jack seems to wait a second to see if Bitty will go back on his word. When he doesn’t, Jack gives that same small smile again, and dips his head down and away. Every second he spends in Jack’s presence, Bitty feels like he’s learning more about him.

“I’m almost done with the taxi,” Bitty tells Jack as the driver pulls around the corner onto his street.

“Oh,” Jack says, looking at Bitty. If he didn’t know any better, Bitty would call the expression on his face disappointment.

“It’s been nice talking with you, Jack.”

“Yeah. You too, ah…”

“Eric.”

Jack holds out his hand, and Bitty takes it. Jack’s hand feels big around his own, and surprisingly cold. Bitty can’t help but try and memorise as much of the feel of it as he can. He drops Jack’s hand quickly when he catches on to what he’s doing though. He doesn’t want to seem creepy, or like those ‘other fans’ Jack mentioned earlier.

The driver pulls up to the curb where Bitty directs him. Bitty reaches into his pocket for his wallet, but is stopped as Jack grabs onto his wrist.

Bitty tilts his head at Jack.

“Let me pay,” Jack says. “It’s only fair.”

“It’s really alright,” Bitty refutes automatically, distracted by the feeling of Jack’s fingers on his arm.

“Please. I want to. You didn’t have to let me stay in here with you.”

Bitty opens his mouth to decline again, but Jack adds on, “Plus, you know I’m good for it.”

Bitty stares at Jack for a moment before nodding his head.

He gets out and shuts the door behind him. The taxi idles on the curb as he searches for the keys to get into the building. He feels eyes on him and turns around to see Jack watching him through the window. He gestures to Jack to drive on, but Jack shakes his head.

Bitty turns back to the door and bites his lip, feeling flustered at the consideration Jack’s showing him. His hand shakes a little as he tries to fit the key in the lock, but he manages to get the door open, and turns to wave goodbye to Jack before closing the door behind him.

He walks up the stairs to his apartment in a daze, thinking that tonight is a memory he’s going to carry with him forever. The night he shared a taxi with Jack Zimmermann.

Inside his apartment, Bitty holds his hand in front of his face. He curls his fingers down to his palm, closing his eyes and remembering what it felt having Jack’s hand in his.

He sighs out as he opens his eyes. He’s not going to spin a crazy future for him and Jack out of this one interaction. At least, not after tonight he won’t.

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Operation Henderson and Harrington Pt. 3 ~ Mini-Series

Summary: The kids take it upon themselves to test their matchmaking skills. With a little help, they form a plot to get you and Steve together by Halloween.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x (Henderson!You) Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Language! Mostly from Dustin.

A/N: Part Three is up!!! Enjoy!

Part One ~ Part Two ~ Part Three ~ Part Four ~ Part Five ~ Part Six (Coming Soon)

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Phase Three of Operation Henderson and Harrington: Shopping.

You hummed as you made your way through the Halloween store that was located about a mile outside of Hawkins. Everyone knew this was the best place to go to for all costume and decorating needs. You already had found black attire at a regular clothing store, attire meaning black leggings and a black shirt to wear underneath the signature pink jacket, for yourself and the two girls but the pink jacket could only be purchased at a costume store.

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The Bedroom Mentor

Originally posted by a-marvelous-bean

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!Reader

Request: Hey doll :) I had an idea but I’m not sure if you like it. You’re a recruit for SHIELD and get trained by the Avengers and your Mentor is Bucky. So during the time together you slowly fall in love with each other but you reject him one time cause you don’t want to get in Trouble and leave the Training upset. Later that evening Buck Comes to your room and wants to have a talk with you but he can’t contain himself and you both end up having sex :) then he holds you and asks you to be his ? :) -anon

Warnings: language, smut/unprotected sex (18+), nsfw, some oral (male receiving)

Word Count: 2.9K

A/N: I listened to Africa by Toto on repeat while I wrote this whole fic. I don’t really have an explanation why, but it happened. I really enjoyed this three-day break from my first week of school but now it’s back to classes tomorrow. Anyways, feel free to send in more requests! Hope this is what you were lookin’ for!


A few months ago, Nick Fury had hunted you down in the middle of one of your freelance missions and offered you a position working for S.H.I.E.L.D. Naturally, your first instinct was to laugh in his face. Working for him and the organization meant having to abide by someone else’s rules, which, up until that point, you had always taken whatever missions you wanted, and never had to follow any other rules besides your own. But here you are, three months later, lacing up your shoes to get ready to start your training with the Avengers. Each new recruit - no matter how much experience they’ve had prior to joining S.H.I.E.L.D. - is required to go through the training, and are assigned mentors. You haven’t been told who your mentor will be yet, but honestly, you just wanted to get this over with.

You sigh and push up from the bench in the locker room, and saunter down the hallway leading to the training room as you threw your hair up into a quick, tight ponytail. Pushing through the door, you’re greeted by a bright, natural light streaming in through the skylights of the training room, and spot Fury standing near the main entrance.

“Y/N, glad you could join us,” Fury’s sarcastic voice rings out through the air as you jog up to them. You immediately recognize the other man towering behind him as James Buchanan Barnes - the Winter Soldier. Like everyone else on Earth, you were very well aware of who Bucky is - or, more accurately, was. He was strikingly gorgeous. His thick, soft locks of hair were pulled back into a bun, and the scruff on his face made his jawline look even sharper than usual. The tight black t-shirt stretched across his broad chest looked like it could rip if he breathed too deeply, and it was paired with slouching sweatpants and black tennis shoes. The smooth metal of his left arm glistened in the light. You were convinced you had never seen a man more beautiful than him, and you tried your best to brush away the steamy thoughts surfacing in your mind.

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Study methods in University

The first thing my university teachers told us when starting was to not bother rewriting lecture notes about every single thing because you won’t have time.

It’s different in university.

You have a LOT more content thrown at you in each lecture and it’s impossible to deepen your knowledge in everything. You just don’t have time.

This is the time to prioritize prioritize prioritize. Find out through 2nd-year students or past tests or even through the teachers what are the most important things to know (and most often that’s already a lot), and normally stick with that. It’s already super interesting and it’s going to take your time, believe me.

What I do is

  • lecture notes on my laptop (just because it’s quicker and more organized for me but you can also do handwritten)
  • when I get home I print the lecture slides (you can print 3 to 4 slides per page to save paper)
  • and annotate them on the free spaces, with my lecture notes, textbook, and Google on the side
    • I basically highlight the important things on the lecture slides
    • copy things from my notes that the teacher mentioned and aren’t on the slides
    • draw diagrams/tables for later revision
    • google some questions I’ve had, and write down anything I find particularly interesting (you can consider this google time for you to search deeper on the subjects).

So what I mean is: you can still go on and read extra, search more articles about whatever you’re studying, but it doesn’t mean you should be worried about it. You should be worried about what is mandatory to know.

In conclusion: I understand things in lecture and while I’m annotating the slides. For revision, I go through the already annotated slides and do practice exercises.

PS: if your teacher doesn’t give you the slides you can find powerpoints, pdfs or pages online: google them and they’ll do the job of the base to annotate in. Anything really that has the content given in class so you don’t have to write everything.

So in my case, my lecture notes are less informative and more condensed, and when I review the material through the slides I basically try to organize the content in my brain and find the most important concepts.

There is NO time to start from the beginning and write beautiful notes about everything. Hell to the no. I’m sorry to break this to you babe, but you do have to make it easier on you.

Now, like you said, loads of people have this problem, I’ve had this problem. Coming into uni, we have to find new study methods and ways to get organized.

What distinguishes the great students is the capacity to prioritize and never lose the big picture of all the things you learn organized - like a big mindmap. Or drawers or rooms inside your brain, if you wish.

So always keep that in mind. How each lecture material relates to the other given before and how everything fits together.

Getting behind is also very common (a 2nd-year student told me) especially because you’re still trying to figure out how you’re going to study. Tips for catching up:

never stop studying this week’s lectures because you’re studying the last week ones. This will create a snowball effect. The lectures that are behind are behind, as long as you understood them well, it’s not half as bad as you think. Catch up on the annotating slowly whenever you have some minutes to spear, on a weekend p.e. But don’t prioritize them over this week’s lectures. That is key.

find your study method as fast as you can. Don’t keep switching up. Maybe rewriting your lectures notes on a binder is too time-consuming, maybe you’ll prefer to do mindmaps instead, maybe you’ll follow the method I explained above, but whatever it is! Start studying now because you need something simple that works for you and for the modules that you’re taking.

don’t try to catch up those 10 lectures at the same time. Do the most important ones first, the less important ones last. Spread them over a big period of time, in between studying the week’s lectures. You’ll be fine.

After all this I just want to say one more thing: don’t overthink it. University is different than high school because you can never know everything. The lectures touch on so broad subjects that you can spend hours studying just one. So don’t stress out too much, no one is expecting perfection from you. Just do your best, and you’ll be amazed by your results.

Hope this helped, the best luck! ♡

A Starting Path to Spirit Work (but abbreviated)

(Apologies, it’s rather late as I’m writing on this and I have no wifi and I’ve gone past my data limit. I won’t be able to link large resources and such at this moment, and the format could definitely be better. And I could go much more indepth but for the current moment this is what I have on tumblr mobile.)

PROTECTION

Okay, this is the most common and I understand repetitive lesson. Protect yourself! Protect your home and your spirit friends! Protect and ward!

There are physical wards where the a physical spell or object is set up as the ward. Like maybe you have a crystal grid that you set up to protect your home. That would be an example of physical protection!

There are astral wards where you simply set them up in the astral (the other plane where spirits generally reside or originate from, not everyone but trying to make a general point on clarifying the difference the physical plane from the astral plane). Like you can build a giant water bubble to protect and enclose yourself!

There are great recipes for wards and protection spells that can work for you, but you don’t need to follow anyone’s recipe to make a ward. You can make one a multitude of ways. Sure, yours doesn’t follow a $25 ingredient list, but that doesn’t make it inherently any less valuable or effective! If you don’t care and make it, it’ll probably be less effective than one of strong intent, of course.

Personally I rely on astral wards more than physical wards, but that’s a personal preference. Wards I make myself are also more efficient than the ones I try to copy from others by directions but personal differences. When I say I made them, I thought about the concept of spicy peppers and I designed three wards off that alone, so intent and direction is what you really need to make wards.

If you prefer following someone else’s recipe to help, there is absolutely no harm in that! Go for it! But don’t feel like you can and have to rely only on the recipes you find on tumblr!

Note: Even if you do not have a companion, you still need wards. I would most definitely recommend it. Even if you have no companion to protect, you should still ward and protect yourself and your space!

Protect yourself and your home. Remember to take care of yourself.

You can set up personal wards that protect the person or being you set them up around like a personal bodyguard or protection. Or you can set it up for an object, place or setting. Like for your space! And you should protect yourself. I’m nagging you for your own safety.

Protect yourself from malicious beings who straight up just wanna fight you, others who might sneak in and just leech off, or those who might decieve you to get in and then harm you. Not every spirit has malicious intent or purpose, and most of them haven’t in my experience, but you should be safe and protect yourself the best you can from those occasions where bad news is knocking on your door.

When you have companions or spirit family, you’ll have more reasons to practice warding and have more wards, but that should not stop you from learning warding and being well protected yourself before then!

You can have wards that serve to protect you from attacks, and others to keep out liars. But you determine your wards, not me.

The thing is, the more the merrier, and the more variety the better! Cover all your bases. Maybe a water ward might keep out more fire-based spirits but water spirits might have an immunity. Or if you had 10+ wards with the same weakness and a malicious spirit finds out how to get past one, they get past all of them since they have the key for the same 10 doors.

You should regularly keep them running, and also do a bigger maintenance. But remember than constant smaller checkups are important too. Do small checkups often, and a big checkup regularly. I do small checkups daily, and weekly big maintenance because it’s important and better safe than well, not safe.

ENERGY WORK

I may have been too long-winded in the protection section and this section is gonna be lacking in comparison but it’s still needed.

You should have a basis in energy work. Learn how to sense energy, like presences, be able to read them, maybe not in a “I can give you a 5 page summary about this person about their energy” but I can tell this spirit has malicious or unsafe intent towards me so I should step away and turn them away. And telling them apart.

Like a spirit comes home, and you should practice how to tell the difference between Sam the kitten spirit and Feraligator the chihuahua spirit. Although you don’t need to be a master of energy work to start in spirit work, but you should have basics or a solid starting ground.

You can completely struggle with this, while going into spirit work but be willing to keep trying. It’s important and a helpful fundamental and can lead into spirit work, but you can definitely go into spirit work without being an expert energy worker or an energy healer.

COMMUNICATION

Without a doubt, you’re gonna want to have a conversation or communicate with spirits in spirit work.

I’m gonna be honest, you will not have 100% clarity when you begin. Minus a few rare exceptions of people. But ignoring those exceptions and miracles, be prepared for the actuality of communication.

You’ll start out with fragmented conversation. You’ll depend and start with divination, like pendulums, dice, and tarot cards to talk.

The start of the road begins with asking the spirits yes or no questions, or whatever maybe the pendulum board or your tools are limited to. Or you’ll use tarot, which is less yes/no but it’s still not a whole conversation like you would expect between two people. But you’ll have to build up and grow from there. You’ll practice and keep going.

Beyond your tools, the next tier to practice is telepathy and astral hearing.

I don’t think they are exactly the same, but you may disagree. I understand and respect that. Telepathy is direct communication through your minds with thoughts (this is off the top of the mind and I am typing this in one sitting. I will check and correct myself, and edit it if I am wrong, don’t worry).

Some spirits only communicate with scattered words, images and emotions. That just may be their preference and method of communication in telepathy, regardless of how well you can hear them.

Others may be able to talk in complete conversations like you’d expect from another human. But they may simplify what they’re saying to you so that you understand, or cooperate other ways because they understand you can’t catch everything they say.

For me, I think astral hearing is different where they speak in the astral out loud and everyone can hear it. But if your hearing is bad, you might not catch it, and that way, I don’t consider it the same as telepathy where they would just send their thoughts straight to your mind. You can improve your astral senses with effort, trying, and exercise.

Either way, you will practice and grow. Keep going, I believe in you.

Even when you get to that point where you can regularly hear astral conversations and use telepathy, you should still remember to keep your tools. They’ll help you double check yourself, and get you through lulls where it’ll get even harder so your senses will be limited.

INTERACTION WITH SPIRITS

There are two ways you can find and meet new spirits or strangers. Either you can meet your local spirits or go out into the astral but that’s not a beginner concept. However if you do wanna hear about that more, I’ll discuss that by request.

Okay, let’s talk about local spirits. Meeting and communicating with local spirits is the best way to practice before a committment like companionship or running into the astral blindly.

Nature spirits tend to be much kinder and patient, especially considering you’ll take time to practice and learn. The easiest spirits to bear with you for practice are rock/crystal spirits and your own garden and plant spirits.

Although there are definitely a few that aren’t friendly at all, it’s safer than running into the astral. And as far as I know, most people can go outside much more easily and already know how, over learning from scratch how to astral project and travel and being prepared for everything it has to offer (dangers and otherwise).

Note: You do not need to know how to astral travel or project to work with spirits, and you can hang out with spirits even if you can’t travel all the way to their apartment in the astral. You can chill and watch Netflix in your room together even if you can’t travel.

EVEN AFTER YOU GROW

You’re gonna keep warding and learning protection spells. When I became a mod, I learned that I had to upgrade and add MORE. You’ll need them, you’ll want them, and you’ll appreciate them. Even the failures will become a start to building better and more efficient wards. So keep going. We all nag about protection, but we’re absolutely serious.

You’re gonna keep learning and you’ll have a different path from others. You will hit roadblocks and communication will get harder some days, whether it’s from a lull, or low spoons or anything.

Take a step sideways, yeah, but that’s movement. And it won’t stop you from progress. The worst thing is to not practice honestly and be apathetic.

(It’s honestly quite late here, I’m physically tired and a little sick, so sorry if anything got messy or confusing. If you have anything you want me to talk on, clarify or discuss further, shoot us an ask.)

Disclaimer: I haven’t stopped learning, so there’s much more you can read on, and more others can offer you on the subject, so never be afraid to ask others for help and advice too. And terms may slightly differ from being to being, so there’s also that to account for, and other people may have different answers for you too! So keep on adventuring and gathering knowledge.

-Mod Spark

Rogue To The Rescue

Context: First time DMing, running City of Danger. Barbarian is about to go down, Rogue is 30ft across the battlefield, ranger’s 30ft to the back. Barbarian’s name is Farth, Ranger went by Dalander (I called him Dal), Rogue went by Blade.

Farth (Barbarian): “As the last part of my action, can I toss my healer’s kit to the ranger so he can save me later?”

Me (DM): “Sure, roll for it.” (would’ve let a 10 pass)

Farth: *rolls a 2*

Me: “Okay, Dal, roll me one too.”

Dalander (Ranger): “17?”

Me: “Alright, so Dal; he flubs his pass, but you manage to make a pretty good attempt at catching it. It lands right next to you. Aaaand the round goes to you, what’ll you do?”

Dalander: *already laughing* “Alright, so I want to tie some painkillers to an arrow, and shoot it at the barbarian, to try and inject it straight into his bloodstream.”

Me: *sigh, chuckling* “Sure, roll to hit. Can’t guarantee it'll work though.”

Dalander: *rolls* “Nat 20! It worked!”

Me: “No, I said that was to HIT.”

Dalander: *deadpan* “Oh.”

Me: *smiling* “Yeah, roll me some crit damage.”

*rolling*

Dalander: “Um… total of 15?”

Me: *laughing* “Alright, so Farth. You’re unconscious, so you don’t know, but an arrow has just lodged itself into your neck. It may very well have killed you, actually! What health are you?”

Farth: “Negative TWENTY. My HP was 14.

Me: “Alright, cool; not dead. As for the medicine…” *rolls* “Did not work. Also, for the crit, take two death saves.”

Farth: *sarcastically ecstatic* “I’M GONNA DIE.”

Me: “Alright, after THAT, top of the round. Blade, the floor is yours.”

Blade: “I’m making a beeline for the barbarian!”

Me: “You’re moving past multiple enemies, but you can make it. You sure?”

Blade: “Yep!”

Me: “Alright, this one moves to take his attack of opportunity-”

Blade: “Can I roll Acrobatics to dodge?”

Me: “For one guy, sure; go for it.”

Blade: *rolls* “23!”

Me: “He takes a swing at you and you just flip over it. Second guy takes a swing! *rolls* And he just whiffs; too distracted with the paladin.”

Blade: *fist pump*

Me: “You’ve made it; as you go to use the potion, the last attack of opportunity…” *rolls* “A hit! For…. 2 damage. You still alive?”

Blade: *confidently* “Yes!”

Me: “Congrats. You heal him for 1d8+4. Farth, you are still on the floor, but alive.” *pause* “You know, Blade; take a point of inspiration for that; you prolly just saved his damn life.”

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Summary: AU. Reader rushes to her ex-boyfriend’s side when he’s in an accident.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Word Count: 4,733

Warnings: language, angst, referenced car accident/motorcycle accident, hospital, doctors, injury, fluff, more angst, more fluff, drunk driving mention, nothing gory, I’m not a damn doctor okay? Shonda Rhimes taught me this shit.

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Wanna One Kang Daniel Prince! AU (Part 4)

And here we go, the last part of the Prince AU! Get ready for a wall of text, this is about 50% longer than the other parts (oops). Anyway, this has been such a fun series to write. You can find links to other parts here: 1, 2, 3. Enjoy! (You + Kang Daniel)

Originally posted by parkvmins

  • “(Y/N), do you like me?”
  • oh my god no nO NO non non ono noono nO NO NO what do i s ay oh myg od
  • “Uh, no I don’t, weirdo,” you nervously laughed, backing away from him, turning your face away from him so he couldn’t see the blush that was running to your cheeks
  • Daniel stood up, eyes curving playfully, his gaze boring into you
  • “Hmmm… I heard everything, though, (Y/N),” he walked closer and closer to you, you carefully backing up in response
  • What the hell does he think he’s doing right now oh my god
  • “What did you hear? You must be hearing things, I never said that I like you, you should get your ears checked out,” you replied, unable to meet his strong gaze
  • “There are different ways to say you like someone… and I heard,” Daniel began, poking your cheek, “someone here saying they wouldn’t mind marrying me… at all,” he finished, smirking
  • Suddenly, you had a sudden rush of confidence, standing up straight and looking Daniel right in the eye
  • “Well, last time I checked, “wouldn’t mind” doesn’t mean the same thing as “want to”, in fact all it means that I’m completely neutral about marrying you mister,” you replied, wiggling your eyebrows at him, walking right past him to take a seat on the bed
  • You were too focused on stopPING YOUR OWN HEART from exploding out of your chest to notice Daniel’s quiet “oh” in response to your comeback
  • And Daniel was having problems of his own: for some reason, he was… disappointed by your response
  • Suddenly, he didn’t want to talk with you anymore or finish his homework/lesson with you, and silently walked to his own end of the bed, climbing under the comforter, resting his head on the pillow to face away from you
  • He honestly felt like punching something or slamming his body against the bed but willed himself to complete stillness, not wanting to communicate his feelings to you in any way
  • He didn’t realize how excited and happy and built up he had gotten when you had whispered to him, thinking he was asleep
  • And now he knew he shouldn’t be mad, but here he was, unable to talk to you for some reason
  • You were shaken up as well, on the opposite side of the bed, and climbed in without a word, confused as to why Daniel had suddenly stopped talking to you… was he angry?
  • You laid down there, unable to fall asleep for some reason sometimes sneaking glances at Daniel’s huge curled up body
  • You fell into sleep, emptily staring at him from afar, confused about what was happening
  • Daniel, on the other hand, was unable to rest and forget about the night’s previous events
  • He tossed and turned in the dimly-lit room, sometimes facing you, looking at your sleeping face
  • Why am I feeling like this… 
  • He silently raged at himself, never having felt this way before, before one clear and frightening thought entered his mind
  • I wanted her to like me.
  • That was it. That’s the entire explanation, and he still struggled to understand why he wanted that
  • Daniel fell asleep out of exhaustion, his last thoughts before he drifted off being a complete mess
  • zzzz good night you two
  • The next morning, you groggily opened your eyes, only to find yourself face to face with Daniel’s shirt
  • It took a couple seconds for you to process the position you were in: all snuggled up in Daniel’s chest, his arms holding you against him
  • oh my gOD WHAT HE WHAT IS HE DOING HOW DID THIS HAPPEN
  • You two slept in the same bed literally every night, and this had never once happened in all that time
  • Keep in mind the bed is huge, and you two are all the way shifted to one side, leaving the other side completely empty
  • Nevertheless, you couldn’t will yourself to move out of Daniel’s grasp, you wanting to stay in this position… for as long as possible
  • You didn’t make a move, and closed your eyes again
  • In your logic, you two were on your side of the bed, so whatever happened wasn’t because of you, so you just went with it
  • You had no idea that Daniel was also awake and pretending to be asleep LOL
  • He was equally shocked when he woke up; he had no idea how he ended up in this position over the night, but he found himself enjoying the feeling of your body warming him up
  • He hoped you wouldn’t feel his heart racing, your face right on his chest
  • And the both of you just laid there, trying to keep yourselves perfectly still, secretly appreciating the other’s presence as much as possible
  • Y’all dumb af lol
  • You two would have just laid there forever until you turned into corpses, if not for the intercom interrupting your peaceful silence
  • “Prince Kang, Miss (Y/L/N), please wash up and join the family for Lunch at noon.”
  • that dAMN security system… the Queen and King are probably watching us like we’re characters in a movie, deciding to “wake you up” now
  • You both twitched in shock from the noise, sitting up in the bed, eyes finally meeting one another (and you two were both pretty much wide awake by now lol)
  • “Oh- um hey,” Daniel greeted you, the first words he had spoken to you since last night
  • You cleared your throat, “hey, good morning”
  • It wasn’t every day you saw Daniel at a loss for words – he was quiet and you two just looked at each other before getting up, mutually agreeing to pretend like last night and this morning never happened…
  • …or so you thought.
  • You were on your way out of his room, mumbling that you would go wash up first, when you heard Daniel’s voice call out from behind you
  • “(Y/N).”
  • You stopped, and turned around, to come face to face with Daniel – when had he gotten so close?
  • You looked at him, not having time to say anything, when his bunny teeth poked out from between his lips
  • “You like me. You totally do.”
  • wait. what? where was this coming from…
  • This time, you had nothing to say to Daniel, and just blankly stared at him, waiting for an explanation
  • Daniel smugly smirked at you, before continuing
  • “Maybe you don’t realize it, but you totally like me, I just get this vibe from you,”
  • “What are you babbling, get ahold of yourself man” you said, kicking his leg and running away
  • You didn’t know what Daniel was trying to pull here, and honestly he wasn’t sure himself
  • He just wanted not to be awkward with you, and for things to go back to normal – and that meant teasing you, even if it was over something that wasn’t… confirmed
  • And maybe, he was hoping to himself that it was true, and telling you that you liked him made him take his mind off the fact that there was a possibility you didn’t, serving as a source of comfort for him
  • Over the next couple weeks, you could count on Daniel to catch literally any small action you did and turn it into a “you like me” thing
  • Every night he would set up a pillow barrier between you two, claiming that other night that you jumped him and he was trying to “protect” his “purity”
  • Even if your hand slightly touched him for one reason or another, he would get all on your case about that
  • “OH I CAUGHT YOU!!!” or “What can I do, I’m so charming, even you couldn’t resist me”
  • Sometimes he’d purposely set you up, asking if you wanted some of his drink, and when you agreed he’d tease you for sharing a drink with him
  • Most of the time you were just too done to respond to him, only managing an eye roll or glare
  • Ong and Jaehwan saw all of this happen, and would give Daniel the "really bro” look every time (just to go unnoticed by him)
  • To them, it was obvious that all this teasing was just a sign that he had a huge crush on you (which they had picked up a while ago)
  • They’d whisper about Daniel right in front of him lmao
  • “Daniel is good looking, but really bad at dating”
  • “I have no idea what he’s doing”
  • “What a freak”
  • “It’s funny how he claims (Y/N) likes him over the dumbest things but he can’t realize he likes her over the same teasing he does to her”
  • “That’s dumb Daniel for ya”
  • Daniel was really like a little kid, unable to figure himself out
  • He was the type to tell someone directly when he liked them, but he hadn’t seemed to have figured out his feelings for you… weirdo
  • So you were stuck with all this teasing, but you were in too deep in your own feelings for him that you didn’t even care at this point LOL
  • Everything was stuck in this strange limbo between friendship and dating until one day, when you were to take a multi-day trip to attend a competition for one of the clubs you were in at school
  • And of course, Daniel made this big deal about you going to miss him
  • “If you get too sad while I’m not there with you, feel free to call me or anything (Y/N), I’ll make sure my phone is always turned on for you, I wouldn’t want you to be sad on your trip,” he teased, poking your cheeks (he tended to do that a lot lol)
  • The line between joking and serious was completely blurred at this point, and for the time being you didn’t make an effort to clear it
  • “Sure thing, fella, I could say the same to you,”
  • You went on your trip, and on your end it was for the most part uneventful
  • After all, you were already self-aware of your emotions for him, and you had already come to terms with missing him for a few days
  • but the case wAS DIFFERENT FOR MR. KANG HERE
  • He had laughed at his own jokes over sending you off, but once you had left, he was an absolute mess
  • That afternoon at the coffeeshop, Daniel barely spoke a word to Ong and Jaehwan, and kept checking his phone and putting it back in his pocket over and over again
  • After a while, Daniel couldn’t take it anymore, and told Ong and Jaehwan that he had to leave
  • “I think I’m feeling sick, I have no idea why, my head hurts for some reason, I’m going to go home early today guys”
  • Jaehwan and Ong already knew that if they told Daniel he liked you, he would just deny it and tell them they were crazy
  • This one, he had to figure out on his own
  • Daniel couldn’t focus at all; when he arrived back at the palace, he had no idea what to do
  • For some reason, he couldn’t remember what he used to do after school before you lived with him
  • He tried playing computer games and eating food but couldn’t stop checking his phone
  • “She definitely misses me, why isn’t she texting?”
  • He even checked his temperature, trying to find the cause of the weird feeling that was taking over his body
  • He flopped on his bed, staring at his phone and flailing his limbs around because he’s strange
  • Daniel found himself mindlessly tapping his phone to almost call you multiple times before catching himself and stopping
  • But on one attempt, he failed to stop himself and the call went through, unbeknownst to him LOL
  • “Hello?” Your voice called out from the other line
  • wa w ahat (Y/N) how is she here what why is she on the call
  • He quickly came to the wrong conclusion, that you had finally called him, quickly getting cocky again
  • “Ah, (Y/N), looks like you finally caved in and called me, I know you couldn’t resist, you totally missed me, but what can I expect if you like me so much,” he cackled out
  • You were, obviously, extremely confused as to what was happening
  • “Daniel? I didn’t call you though,” you replied
  • “Yes you obviously did, Miss (Y/N)”
  • “Daniel. Literally check your phone, you’re the one who called me, if anything, according to your own logic, this means you are the one who misses me and you like me, idiot”
  • wait, what? Daniel checked his phone log, the outreaching arrow indicating that he was the one who had started the call, his eyes nearly popping out of his head when he saw the symbol
  • He sat there in silence, shocked, still on the call
  • “Daniel? Are you still there?” your voice reclaimed his attention
  • “yeah,” he responded, shocking you – in that one word, you heard softness and vulnerability
  • “Uh- are you okay? Did something happen?”
  • Without thinking, Daniel finally let loose the words that had been sitting on the tip of his tongue for so long, shocking the both of you
  • “I think I like you, (Y/N).”
  • “What?”
  • Everything was becoming clear to Daniel – how had I not figured this out earlier? You’re literally such a fool, he thought, scolding himself
  • More confidently this time, he repeated himself
  • “(Y/N). I definitely like you. I miss you too.”
  • “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe this is happening now, Daniel I’m literally on a bus right now,” you quietly laughed into the phone, hoping the sounds of the bus were too loud for others to hear your conversation
  • Hearing your laugh made Daniel’s heart literally flutter, his feet kicking his bed in happiness
  • Everything was finally making sense, and that was in itself comforting
  • “Sorry I didn’t tell you before, (Y/N), I literally just figured it out. Like 30 seconds ago,” he giggled back at you
  • “You’re so dumb; this whole time you were the one making fun of me and telling me that I was the one who liked you, you fool”
  • “Well, I mean, you do, right? Like me?”
  • “No, I don’t, and now I’m going to tease you about liking me for months!” (you couldn’t hold back at this momentary revenge on him)
  • But Daniel felt his heart drop at your answer
  • “Wait, you don’t? But- but you always stare at me and joke with me and we’re just perfect together you have to like me!” Daniel cutely protested, and you completely gave in – you were a total sucker for him
  • “I’ve literally liked you since that holiday party months ago, don’t even I’ve deadass been waiting for a sign from you since forever” you replied, unintentionally confessing more than you had intended
  • “Wait what? Since the party? Oh my god, you’re SO into me, and I’m never going to forget it”
  • “Ugh I’m hanging up, I can’t believe I told you that,” you said angrily, but Daniel heard the smile in your voice
  • “Okay, we can continue this juicy information session later then, dumbo”
  • “I’M LEAVING BYE”
  • “Bye sweetheart”
  • “…never call me that again or I will end you”
  • “I thought you were leaving? Can’t seem to end the call with me? You really are in too deep girl”
  • “Shut up I’m going now” you hastily hung up
  • And the both of you just sat in your respective locations, with huge grins covering your faces
  • Not once could you two have a prolonged nice moment without turning to harass the other… but nevertheless, it felt so right
  • For the next couple days of that trip, you two called each other every night, but throughout the day solely communicated through those sticker emojis on the text message app (wtf)
  • When you returned to the palace after what seemed like the longest 4 days of both of your lives, Daniel was the first one to greet you, opening the doors of the palace himself, urging the servants to let him do it himself
  • You began to greet Daniel with a simple “hey”, but he immediately smothered you in a tight hug, making the servants giggle in shyness behind him
  • “Dan- dude I can’t breathe” you mustered out, your face smushed against his chest
  • All he did was laugh in response and drag you to his room, quickly closing the door behind him and holding you still in front of him, his hands cupping your shoulders
  • He looked like a complete puppy, happy and shy and excited at the same time
  • He still hadn’t said anything, and was still laughing, breathing heavily at the shameless running the both of you had just done
  • And just like that, you felt his lips on your forehead, there one second and gone the next
  • “Oh my gosh, that felt as good as I imagined,” he breathed out, sTILL LAUGHING LIKE HE WON’T STOP LAUGHING
  • You could only look at him, taken completely by surprise, rapidly blinking due to the closeness between the two of you
  • “Can I do it again?” Daniel asked, finally getting a hold of himself
  • “Like you asked the first time,” you muttered, feeling your heart dance as he wrapped a hand around your waist, pulling you closer to him
  • “Good point. Sorry about that. Can I do it again though?” he cockily asked
  • You snatched up some confidence you didn’t know you had, and pecked his lips in response, making the both of you pink
  • “Um- I couldn’t reach your forehead,” you sheepishly explained, leaving Daniel the one in shock this time
  • “Oh, sorry, I should’ve asked,” you apologized to Daniel, confused at what he was silently thinking
  • “No. It’s fine.” he rasped back at you, his eyes changing to something more… intense, before nodding at himself and simply embracing you in a hug, patting your hair with one of his hands
  • “I’m glad you’re back,” he mumbled into the top of your head
  • “I was only gone for a couple days, Dan”
  • “Still cmon you missed me too,” he prodded, slightly nudging your leg with his knee
  • “Yes I am aware”
  • “I mean, not like I had to ask, you’re the one who’s liked me since the holiday party, jeez”
  • You stepped away from him in response
  • “Oh, you wanna go there? Really? You’re the one who confessed over the phone after calling me and proceeding to claim that I was the one who called and missed you”
  • “HEY”
  • “HEY YOURSELF”
  • Welp, there goes that moment NICE ONE GUYS
  • And the two of you were all weird again, bickering as usual…
  • but you wouldn’t have it any other way :’))
  • The both of you officially dated from then on, making the King and Queen very happy about the development
  • And yes, they did tell you to begin preparing for grandchildren after you two got married, making you two very embarrassed LOL
  • You two actually didn’t talk about marriage, but it was looming over your heads
  • Jaehwan and Ong were relieved that Daniel had finally figured himself out, and they complained to him about all the times he annoyed them over it LOL
  • You two actually went out alone sometimes now, but for the most part your relationship was the same as before… except for the occasional attempts at romance and… intimacy aHEM
  • Daniel would do the cringiest things, like say dumb pickup lines and help you put on your shoes, calling you “princess” (which makes sense)
  • You would be mesmerized or disgusted by these efforts, and frequently made fun of him, but you both just liked each other so much so it didn’t matter much LOL
  • The King and Queen absolutely adored the two of you, and were incredibly satisfied that their master plan had resulted in fruits of success
  • They caught you exchanging your first “love you”s and blushes and the Queen literally screamed jfc
  • (why Daniel said “love you” instead of “thank you” when you passed him the juice at dinner one day was still unknown to this day)
  • And slowly, over the course of weeks, the both of you drifted together before sleeping, getting closer and closer until one day you both just began falling asleep in the other’s arms, both of you extremely content
  • And one night, as you two were drifting off together, Daniel’s voice softly called out to you
  • “(Y/N).”
  • “Hmmm?” you groggily responded, about to fall asleep
  • “I already call you my princess, why don’t we just make it official?”
  • Suddenly, you were wide awake – did… did he just propose to me?
  • Like you two were already set to have an arranged marriage in the next year according to the parents, but why were these words making you so happy?
  • “W-what?” was all you managed to get out, a smile already forming on your lips
  • “(Y/N), you know what I mean. Let’s get married?”
  • You couldn’t hold back your excited squeal as you pulled yourself into Daniel’s warm chest, quickly nodding in response
  • A year ago, you couldn’t imagine being proposed to, in the middle of the night, cuddling with the nation’s literal Prince Kang Daniel, but here you were… and now this life seemed not only normal, but necessary
  • “Okay, sounds good. Good night Princess (Y/L/N),” Daniel whispered, as if he didn’t just propose to you a minute earlier… 
  • And you loved him for that.
  • “Night, Daniel.”

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Originally posted by fydaniel


A/N: Ahh I hope that ending was alright… guess I wanted to keep it a simple contrast to what happened right before that 😉 This part came out to be longer than the others, but I really wanted to finish it up this time. Hope you enjoyed!

I haven’t been updating as frequently as I am preparing for pre-college things, but I also don’t want to rush so that I can make sure to put out quality writings that I feel confident about. Hope that makes sense!

Thank you once again for all of the patience! I know many of you have been waiting for a while 💖

Among all the MCU deleted scenes, Obadiah’s death scene will be the most treasured one for me because Tony tries to save him. He catches him. He only lets go when Obadiah pulls him down. That’s the essence of Tony. Till the last minute, till the end, he will try to save and hold on. He’s not the punishing superhero. He’s the superhero who wants you to survive and become better. He’s the hero who just wants to save what he can. Even if it’s his enemy, sometimes especially then.

Bath time

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Hoseok 

Word count: 1.8k  

Summary: “"Yo-Yoongi, are we really doing this he-re?“You whimpered as he started to move in and out of you. He located your g-spot within minutes, making you throw your head back against Hoseok’s shoulder.”

Genre: Smut with a bit of fluff. Poly AU


Yoongi gently unclasped your bra, as he slid the article of clothing down your arms and threw it on the pile of clothes. He stepped out of his boxers as he too took a seat in the warm water. He sat on the opposite side of Hobi, as he leaned his back against the edge. To be fair the bath is quite big. You can easily fit 4 people in there, which is great for you guys. You took a deep breath before stepping out of your panties. You could just feel their eyes on you but tried to ignore it as much as you could since you didn’t want to feel even more conscious than you already did. You saw Hoseok reaching his hand out to you, signing you to take it, which you did. You stepped into the bath and saw Yoongi biting down on his bottom lip from the corner of your eye. You sat down in between Hoseok’s spread legs and felt his chest flush against your back. He wrapped his arms around your waist as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

"You’ve really been working hard lately, you deserve to take a break from time to time, baby.”

You let his words sink in as you saw Yoongi moving closer, so he was sitting right in front of you and Hoseok.

“Hobi is right. You should think about yourself from time to time too.”

You sighed deeply as you felt him caressing your cheek. His eyes looked lovingly into yours. ‘How did I get so lucky?’ is something you ask yourself every single day as you look at them.

“I know, it’s just hard for me to do that.”

“Hey, we’re here to help you.” Yoongi said before pressing his soft lips against yours. This kiss was different from how he usually kisses you.

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Convince Me

Characters: Jim Hopper x Reader

A/N: you might say this is totally unprompted and out of fucking nowhere. You would be right. in fact, it’s almost entirely @jonedwardbernthal‘s fault.  no, wait. entirely.  it’s entirely her fault.  thanks for pushing me back down the Jim Hopper hole i am officially SHOVED up his ASS. 

(if you don’t know who the fuck this is, read it anyways! it’s hot smut!)

Summary: no fucken plot, just fucking. (a little bit of fluffy cuddling at the end)

Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, DIRTY TALK (jim’s got a mouth on him), daddy kink, some (light) bondage, LOTS of bad words.

Words: 1967

tags: (adding my everything tags, read for the smut!) @ravengirl94 @feelmyroarrrr @sistasarah-sallysaidso @daybreak96 @doct0rstrange @anotherotter @samwinjarpad @jonedwardbernthal @daughterofthebrowncoats 

(i’ll definitely be writing more for dear old jim! so let me know if you want off or on the tag list!)

“You sure about this baby?” His voice is so deep, so low and rough that you can’t help the shiver that runs through you.  

You lick your already dry lips and nod, yes, God, you’re so sure. He hums and pushes his nose into your neck.  “Tell me, baby.  Tell me you’re sure.”

“Yes,” you gasp.  “Yes, please.” You dig your nails into his shoulders, and you feel him smirk against your neck.  

He doesn’t say anything else, just pulls back and smirks at you, already a gasping mess, and he’s barely had you undressed for ten minutes.  “You are ready for it, aren’t you?”

You groan and smack his shoulder.  “Shut up, Hopper.”

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anonymous asked:

Talking about AU's AU where Keith and Lance met at a concert of Allura, the super rock star. Lance is there because he is a fan. And Keith is there because Shiro is the batterist.

@agaymasterpiece and I actually had a similar AU somewhere,,, let me merge these two together:

  • ok so first of all: allura’s band is a rock band
  • keith and lance are both on allura’s concert for the reasons you just mentioned
  • lance is somewhere in the middle where crowdsurfers tend to pass through
  • all of a sudden,,, keith just gets tossed in the air. probably shiro’s fault who wanted keith to have the full concert experience and sent some of his friends to throw him if he doesn’t volunteer to go crowd surfing
  • keith comes towards lance at full speed
  • lance miraculously manages to catch him
  • lance:
  • keith:
  • lance: “HALLELUJAH IT’S RAINING MEN”
  • multiple people caught the whole incident on camera
  • ((it’s not always that people start flying after all))
  • keith awkwardly thanks lance and then hurries away from the nearby crowd that all know him now

  • a little later a mosh pit starts forming
  • this is ok keith can deal with this
  • lance can’t
  • he faceplants trying to keep up with everyone……… gUESS WHO HELPS HIM UP
  • keith. it’s keith. of course it’s keith.
  • lance:
  • keith:
  • lance: “first you come flying my way and now you’re here to save me. are you my guardian angel or what?”
  • keith: “a simple thanks would have been enough”
  • they get separated by the pit again and move on with their lives

  • HOWEVER
  • the whole incident got caught on camera again
  • after the concert both videos get uploaded on twitter & youtube
  • it doesn’t take long for ppl to realize that it’s about the same two guys
  • ‘idk who these two are but i ship them’
  • the entire internet comes together trying to find out who these two are
  • lance probably found the videos on his own before anyone even tagged/messaged him lmao
  • it takes everyone else around 2 days to finally find keith’s (mostly inactive) twitter account
  • shiro hears about everyone having found out that keith is the guy in the video and tells him to check his account
  • keith has suddenly gained over 1000 new followers and has too many notifications to count
  • he screenshots it all, makes a post and tags lance: ‘this is all your fault’
  • lance: ‘LOVERBOY MY ANGEL I FINALLY FOUND YOU AGAIN 😭🙏❤❤❤’

  • (they agree to go on a date)
  • (they fall in love)
  • (they get into a relationship)
  • (they are happy)

  • THE END
11 Types of CMBYN fans

1. The angsty location-unlucky fan: I will probably never get to watch this movie where I live, and I’ll never get to go a film festival, why must temptation be so near but so far, someone h e l p m e ,,,

2. The Fix-It Fan: #ELIO AND OLIVER GET BACK TOGETHER, #EVERYTHING IS THE SAME EXCEPT THEY GET BACK TOGETHER, #OR EVERYTHING IS THE SAME EXCEPT THEY NEVER BROKE UP, #THEY NEVER EVER BROKE UP, #AU WHERE THEY LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER, #HAPPILY EVER AFTER AU, #HAPPY!ELIO, #HAPPY!OLIVER, #FIX IT, #YOU CANT STOP ME, #SORRY ACÍMAN, #ELIO AND OLIVER ARE HAPPY AND ALIVE AND TOGETHER

3. The Film Analyst: look at them, look at the way they look at each other, stare into that gentleness and that warmth but also that tension, which is all so meaningful when you consider the dynamics of their relationship shifts such that…[ten pages later] and also i’m going to the next film festival to try to catch this for the seventh time bc I’m already going into withdrawal, I shall continue this then, but wait, actually, let me translate these quotes in the film for you…

4. The Bookworm: Elio’s feelings of fear, love, jealousy, and complexity towards Oliver can be understood through these, these and these excerpts. For example, this particular line has multiple meanings, allow me to break it down with reference to Proust, Italian sociopolitics, Jewish culture, Greek…[3 hours later] and then Oliver just uses that shared academic interest to enlighten his son without seeming pushy, and that father-son relationship is just so heartwarming and I hope that son goes on to live with the love of his life without regret, but ok fine I also just wrote a huge dissertation on he question of whether there is regret between Elio and Oliver so just have your own opinion on it, my hand is cramping from typing for hours i’m sobbin

5. The self-restrained spoiler avoider: I am disciplined and will avoid spoilers until I can appreciate this movie personally in all its perfection, please tag your spoilers

6. The spoiler-hungry fan: screw self control, you never know when death will claim you, giVE mE everything you have on cmbyn. Give me the book, give me every leaked clip, give me gifs, give me the UK TV Ad even if I don’t live in the UK, I thirst for every new bit, GIMME

7. The RPF shipper: Armie x Timmy, RPF, RPF! Armie is married but in an open relationship! Do you want every gif and every gif analysis of every moment where they make eye contact? I have it. Do you want the dialogue with each other, quoted and analysed and screeched over? Cuz I have that too. Now watch me pore over all these like those detectives with cluttered documents pinned to a noticeboard hell yeah

8. The dedicated Armie fan : ok but real talk look at this sweet gentle giant of a man and how well he plays all those shy, repressed roles which somehow work even better when he’s ripped as a lumberjack, but also here let me put a flower crown on him and reblog TMFU gifsets

9. The lonely Timmy fan: my precious bby, look at that angelic smile but also that playful smirk, look at that innocent fanboying expression, he literally wears baggy coats all the time to try hiding the fact that he’s smol, i’m cryin, I need to touch his hAir I bet it’s soft, ugh he’s not in enough movies

10. The still-not-over-it fan: the kisS. h t e  k i s s. Do you not SEE the way elio licked oliver’s upper lip. I want this in monochrome, in leaked clip form, in HD form, in pastel filter form, in all other filter forms, everything. Is this the 15th time I’ve reblogged this, no actually idc I’m reblogging it again, along with the frame-by-frame analysis of it

11. The stealth shipper: y e ah,, ur right I’m like suddenly reblogging all these pictures of peaches and the italian scenery, but what do u mean /sweats

Energy work

 Tumblr has severe gaps in its energy practitioning community, so I thought I’d chip in to help. I’ve been an energy practitioner my entire life, I was raised into it. I looked in the Energy Work tag hoping to get a new opinion on it, one that’s different from my families’. But it wasn’t quite what I was looking for.


   Onto our first topic, What Is Energy?


  Many people have varying opinions on this, but it’s the force that pushes out work along, hence why it’s called energy work in the first place. It is the force we work with to push us along. 

Opinions on where energy come from vary. My family’s explanation has always been “God” or “The Universe”. No one truly knows, but we know that it’s been with you from the beginning, and it’ll be with you to the end (and longer).


    CGS

 CGS stands for “Centering, Grounding, and Shielding. It is the very basic of energy work, and should be done before any large working, or if you’re new, any working. Centering your energies brings it all to one place (your center). Grounding stabilizes those energies, makes them easier to grab unto, more usable. The works that we do can throw these energies off a bit, and grounding helps to bring them back to how they should be. Shielding Protects you from whatever you have shielded from, usually you should shield from any outside negative energies, so they don’t interfere with your work. Ok done with the extreme basics …


     

    Feeling energy

  Oh did I say we were done with basics? Oops. Feeling and understanding your energy is the first step to working with it. Really you create your energy, so it’s more like getting to understand yourself? Anyway, your energy can reveal just about everything about you to the right eye. You should start to know yourself, it’ll help you know your energy.



Now, my energy is very subtle, I know that because I can soul read without even the very aware noticing. But this makes sense to my personality as well, granted a part of my personality I’ll never care to make light of, but my personality nonetheless. If you’re not a person who works without anyone knowing (and I don’t necessarily mean this kind of working), you might not have subtle energy. Your energy reflects you, the parts shown, and the parts not.



Now, I’m going to walk you through feeling your own energy:



Relax, let everything be still feel the things that still move. The wild beating of your heart, pumping your very life blood through your veins, your breath which holds you to this world. Feel the subtle force that resides in these every actions, which lives and thrives within them. This is your energy, Bring it out, let it reside just above your skin, and feel it. Feel every wiggle and squirm, every ripple and splash. When you are ready allow it to gently come back to where it resided before you began.



   Using Energy
  

  I waited about a year to move past feeling my energy, but that’s because I was a seven year old. Realistically you can move on much faster (though you should still try to feel it depending on how much experience you have). This part of the post will start delving into the practical uses for energy. You can use energy for tons of things, but we’re on basics so we’ll stick with that for now.

   Psi Balls

  These are balls made from energy that you can physically feel. I’ve seen posts on here that say you make them by rubbing your hands together, but that’s how I was taught. 

Here’s how I was taught:   Hold your hands apart, visualise light coming from them, and meeting with each other, forming into a ball. Visualize this orb growing and growing, pushing against your hands. You should feel this after a minute of so. (once you get more experienced it gets to be a few seconds.)

   Energy Toss!
  

  You can play with a friend or by yourself. You create an energy ball (or psi ball), and you toss it to your friend, who catches and tosses back. Try to make the ball last as long as you can. If your playing by yourself, you throw it and try to circle it around like  boomerang, catch and repeat. Just like the last game you try to make one last. Me and my siblings used to play when we were bored,

or waiting for church to end.


   

Aura Detecting 

  This game actually requires another. You feel your aura until you have a clear image of it in your mind. Hold to this image, and feel your friends aura until you have a image of it. Now reach your aura out, and grasp onto it, have them (silently) move around, and try to follow them (Eyes closed or blindfolded), while not trying to hear. I used to play these games with my friends when they came over to my house.



   

Prayer

  Prayer can be useful if you have deities. But that could just be my family, they’re very catholic and most of them believed our energy came from God.



   

Meditation


  Yea yea, I’m sure you’ve heard this a thousand times, so oh gee, if every source recommends it I wonder if that could mean it works??? Just a thought.



     Attunements

  When you work with something often, your energies will become attuned to it, even (perhaps especially) deities. These attunements generally aren’t bad, and make it easier to work with the thing that you’ve been attuned to, don’t worry you won’t randomly be attuned to things, they happen because you’ve worked with them so much.
  Theoretically speaking you could make Attunements with people, such as coven workers, or anyone you do lots of magic with. 

  Linking: I used to call it “Merging” when I was itty bitty, but later learned that merging sound really cult like, and linking definitely sounds better. Linking is when you make a strong, conscious, and temporary attunement with someone to use your power as one and cast bigger and more powerful spells. Heres how to link: Close your eyes, if possible hold hands. Think of a good memory you two share together, or something you constantly talk about, this will be the bridge that connects the two of you. While you think of these, will your energies, together. Once you both feel that the two of you are in-separable, you begin your work. NOTE: This is a 2-3 people thing. It WILL NOT WORK for a whole coven. Nothing will happen. Or at least not very much :p       


   The Elements 

  This probably should’ve come before Attunements but oh well. When I refer to the elements I mean the elements of the craft; Earth, Air, Water, Fire, and four more if you really want to go into it. Now the elements don’t

have

to be the literal versions of these, let’s break it down.Fire: Basically anything warm. The ancients saw it as the doorway between our world and the world of the spirits.Air: Air can represent things such as; The wind, the spirit (if ya want), and the sky (and possibly the atmosphere)Water: Water more represents fluidity than actual water. Earth: Earth represents solidity, the state of being hard, making it the easiest element to ground to.


    Ok So this is all basics, but I’m going to make an intermediate working post soon so watch out :p

puns || kim seokjin

Kim Seokjin x reader

Summary: A handsome stranger is telling puns on the bus, and you find them almost as funny as he does.

Genre: fluff

Words: 1838

Originally posted by chiminichangas


I sighed as I took a seat on the bus, on my way to work. I always enjoyed the ride there; it gave me a chance to clear my mind and people-watch for the journey, preparing myself for the busy and tiring night ahead. I stretched my legs, tired from college all day, and knowing I would be on my feet all night.

Despite my fatigue, I was in a good mood, happily watching the city pass by and enjoying the warm, late spring weather. I moved my attention from the window to the door as the bus stopped, allowing people to get on. I watched as an old man pottered on first, a middle-aged woman following him, and just behind her two young men, talking amicably as they strolled on. 

Both were evidently attractive, but my eyes lingered on the taller one. He had light brown hair framing his forehead and smooth skin, his facial features almost making him appear godly as they spread into a beautiful smile. They took a seat in front of me, their backs to me as they continued their conversation. 

Unintentionally, I began to listen to what they were saying, my attention automatically drawn to them.

“Okay, Yoongi, listen to this one,” the taller one started, already grinning, “how does a penguin build its house?” His friend simply sighed in response, looking out of the window. “Igloos it together!” He exclaimed, letting out a loud, squeaky laugh and clapping his hands together.

I grinned at the joke, knowing they couldn’t see me. I had an easy sense of humour, and puns were my weakness. ‘Yoongi’ didn’t even bat an eyelid at the joke, remaining completely deadpan, but the tall one didn’t seemed phased by this reaction. In fact, his failure to elicit a reaction in his friend only seemed to encourage him as he continued.

“Hey, did you hear about the kidnapping?” He asked, giggling. 

“No.” His friend said, sounding completely unamused and sick of puns. 

“Well, don’t worry, he woke up.” His doe eyes turned to crescents, his body shaking as he chuckled. I had to stifle a laugh at that one, leaning back and smirking. I admired his willpower; determinedly continuing despite his friend’s obvious disinterest. Again, the other boy barely reacted. 

They then began another conversation, discussing what they would do that night. I was still listening to them (reassuring myself that it would be pretty hard for me not to, considering how close they were sitting to me), and though not staring obviously, I couldn’t seem to keep my eyes off the taller boy as he spoke. The late afternoon sun leaking through the bus windows lit up his features, making his hair appear golden and his skin glowing. I dragged my gaze away and looked out of the window, listening as they discussed which restaurant to visit later.

“Should we go to that new place down the road? Their cold noodles are supposed to be really good.” The smaller boy was contemplating, scrolling through his phone. 

“That reminds me,” started the taller one, “what do you call a fake noodle?” His friend groaned, and I couldn’t help but to smile. 

“I don’t care.” Yoongi continued to look at his phone. I leant forward, excited for the answer.

“An impasta!” He finished the joke, clapping his hands. I couldn’t help the barking laugh that escaped my lips for a second before I clapped a hand over my mouth. My face heated up as I realised how loud it had been. Both boys whipped their heads around, the one who told the joke grinning at me.

“Sorry,” I giggled, waving my hand, “that was a really good joke.” He beamed at me, still laughing himself.

“Right? See, Yoongi, someone with a real sense of humour!” He said triumphantly, gesturing towards me, and I blushed. Yoongi just shook his head at the both of us, giving me a small, polite smile, before returning to finding a restaurant on his phone. The other one turned back to me, a friendly smile gracing his features.

“Do you know any jokes?” He asked after a moment. I racked my brains for a good pun, wanting to keep the conversation going with him. 

“Okay, what do you call an elephant that doesn’t matter?” I questioned, already smiling as I thought about the answer. He pondered it for a second, before shaking his head.

“I don’t know.”

“An irrelephant.” I answered, and he immediately erupted into laughter, clapping his hands together. I beamed, proud of myself for making him laugh. I was surprised to see Yoongi turn around briefly with a small grin at my joke too. This immediately offended the taller one.

“Ya, why do you laugh at her jokes but not at mine?” He demanded, his eyes growing wide. Yoongi scoffed as I watched on with amusement.

“Her jokes are better than yours.” He replied bluntly, and received another outraged look from the boy next to him, who then turned to me, ignoring the comment.

“That was a good one. What’s your name?” He chuckled. 

“I’m Y/N.” I returned his smile.

“Jin,” he gestured to himself, “and Yoongi.” He pointed to his darker haired friend. “Nice to meet you.” 

Finally, he had a name. I looked at him, taking in his soft features and open face. It suited him. 

We continued to chat good-naturedly as the bus rattled around the city, my forearms now resting on the backs of their chairs as I leaned forward. Yoongi turned out to be a lot friendlier than he looked, and Jin was just as enigmatic as he seemed from an outside perspective. I found myself frowning, disappointment filling me as I saw my bus stop looming ahead.

I needed to find a way to see him again. Thinking quickly, I pulled out a scrap of paper and scribbled something down, leaning on the empty seat next to me. I stood up as the bus slowed to a stop, stumbling a bit and holding onto a pole for support.

“This is my stop, but I couldn’t help but to overhear that you guys are looking for a place to eat.” I grinned, handing Jin the piece of paper. “This is the restaurant I work at. It’s pretty good.” I heard the bus doors open behind me. “Stop by if you feel like it. I’m working all night.” 

I got off before I could hear a reply, watching him grin at me through the window as the bus drove off, my own cheeks still stretched into a cheerful smile.

Later that evening as I waited tables, I kept getting distracted by watching the door for the people coming in, hoping to see Jin’s face amongst the swarms of customers entering. I bit my lip, trying to catch a glance of him as I took orders and hurriedly laid places.

“Y/N, can you focus please? What is up with you today?” My colleague asked irritably, her arms laden with dishes as she pointed to the table that needed to cleared. I shook my head, apologising.

“Yes, sorry, nothing.” I sighed, quickly moving to pick up empty dishes. I carried them back to the bar, seeing her shake her head in annoyance, frowning at the door.

“Look,” she nodded to the door, “flip a coin to decide who takes them?” 

I looked to the entrance to see a boisterous group of young men, talking loudly and laughing; the type of customers you didn’t want to be in charge of. However, I immediately recognised Yoongi at the front of the group, his distinctive hair and piercing gaze separating him easily from the average customer, and next to him, a taller, more familiar boy. Jin noticed me quickly and met my gaze, waving across the room. I grinned, patting my colleague’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it.” I made my way over to them, smirking. 

“Good evening gentlemen.” I said, giving them all menus but repeatedly meeting Jin’s gaze as I did so. I briefly looked around at the six other boys, recognising only Yoongi, and receiving smiles from all of them.

“Y/N,” my attention was brought back to Jin. He pretended to look at the menu for a while before looking up. “why couldn’t the bicycle stand up by itself?” I supressed a smile, pretending to think for a moment.

“…is it because it was two tired?” I asked innocently, watching as his face dropped. His expression of shock was priceless, and I laughed along with the six others, who immediately began teasing him.

“You’ve been practicing.” He narrowed his eyes at me, grinning.

“Well, I had to, to keep up with you.” I flirted back, and he simply stared back with a small grin. I felt his eyes on me as I took their orders and went to serve other tables, the smile barely leaving my face.

I got reprimanded several times by colleagues as I spent most of the night by their table, exchanging puns with Jin and joking around with the others, and only leaving when I was afraid I would actually lose my job. All seven of them gave off an aura of sincerity and humility that drew me towards them, but the energy between Jin and I was something that was impossible to describe; I couldn’t seem to stay away from him.

At the end of my shift, they finally decided it was time to leave. The other boys waved goodbye, giving me a generous tip before walking out, still talking and laughing loudly. Jin was the last to leave the table, and he stayed sitting as I cleared it around him.

“Can I help you?” He asked, reaching for some plates, but I slapped his hand away.

“No, Jin, it’s literally my job.” I chuckled. “Besides, my manager will think I’m slacking if he sees a customer helping me.” He nodded understandingly, resting his chin in his hands and watching me for a moment, a small smile on his face. Once I had finished wiping the table he stood up and walked around it, coming to stand very close to me. I had to crane my neck upwards to see him, and I could feel the heat radiating off his body as he peered down at me.

I waited for him to say something as he seemed to just be studying my face. I distracted myself, putting my notebook away and wiping my hands on a cloth, before he finally spoke.

“So Y/N.” I looked up and met his intense gaze, my breath catching in my throat. He cocked his head to the side, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Do you like raisins?”

I frowned for a second, before smiling dejectedly; that hadn’t been what I was expecting him to say, but how could I expect anything else but another pun? I sighed patiently, giving him a small smile.

“Not really.” I admitted and he smirked, his eyes glinting. 

“Then how about a date?”


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anonymous asked:

Can I request an imagine with RFA + Saeran with a very short MC? Probably like 4'10-5'0 ft. This could be NSFW but doesn't have to be! :) thanks!

Anonymous said:

Hello there ^^ I would like to please request the RFA reacting to meeting the MC for the first time, but she’s a lot shorter than they expected. I wonder what that would be like since I’m 4'11 (about 150cm) and almost 20, so I feel like I look younger than I actually am T^T Thank you!

ok bUT CAN YOU BELIEVE WE’VE DONE HUNDREDS OF REQUESTS BUT NOT SHORT MC?? I swear most blogs have it, especially one that’s been around for a while like us;; I can’t believe it myself. Anyway, this will be SFW.

I made it more like mini-fics than a reaction because I can’t imagine anything other than, well, surprise and coming to terms with it. I’m sure you guys have read tons of short MC headcanons elsewhere already ahaha ^^

(Note: let’s assume MC has passed the age of puberty, otherwise being short before the end of puberty isn’t too surprising, you know?)

–R.I.

Request Killing: 7/30


Reactions to a Short MC

Yoosung

  • Out of everyone else in the RFA, he’d be the most mature and least judgmental about this, surprisingly
  • Honestly, he’d just be so excited to even meet you, he wouldn’t care how tall or short you were, or how you looked at all
  • Doesn’t even realize that you’re short until Seven starts making jokes about it
  • Yoosung would defend you first before looking at you more carefully and realizing that you were shorter than the average person your age, but he still wouldn’t care
  • “Don’t worry too much about it,” he comforts you, flashing a cheerful smile. “Being short isn’t a bad thing!”
  • Gets angry for you every time someone makes a comment about your height
  • Never teases you
  • Sure, sometimes it was difficult to find you in a crowd, but that gave him an excuse to hold your hand
  • He also loved getting things for you whenever you couldn’t reach
  • He just enjoys your company and treats you with respect regardless—just because you’re short, it would never mean he should respect you any less. At least, that’s what Yoosung believes

Zen

  • With him being as tall as he is, he thought he would be able to spot you in the crowds immediately at the party
  • Apparently he was wrong. He swore he’d be able to recognize you even though he’d never seen you before, and yet it’s been an hour since the party officially began and he hadn’t seen anyone that reminded him of you
  • And then he’d feel a poke on his back and turn around to find… no one
  • Huh?
  • You tugged at his sleeve, making him look down. Oh.
  • Though he hadn’t been the one to find you, he did recognize you immediately, and a big smile stretched across his face. “MC!” he exclaimed in glee, reaching his arms out to hug you—only to realize he wouldn’t be able to reach you unless he lowered them
  • Well… He was nearly an entire foot taller than you, after all.
  • Doesn’t understand why he feels a wave of pride rushing through him when he realizes how adorably short you are
  • But he loves it.
  • Uses you as a head rest, his arms hanging loosely around your shoulders
  • Asks to compare your hand and feet sizes, even though he knows he’s bigger than you in every way
  • Jokingly flirts as your hands are pressed together for comparison, “If you were a little taller, this could’ve been that much more romantic… I would’ve been able to put my forehead against yours, you know~?”
  • Loves teasing you about your height because you flash him an adorable attempt of a scary look every time
  • But he hates when someone else makes jokes about your short stature, and defends you every time

Jaehee

  • At first, she didn’t think that short person awkwardly trying to catch her attention in a subtle way was “MC” but realized that it really was you when you introduced yourself
  • Extremely surprised that you’re shorter than her
  • She thought she was short already (especially since she was surrounded by the tall RFA men, but Jaehee is actually average height)
  • She feels like she’s your older sister
  • Tempted to tease you, and beams innocently as she gives into the temptation
  • “MC~ Can you help me get this, please~? I can’t seem to reach it,” she said, pointing to something on a shelf that she could clearly reach if she stretched her hand
  • Would be taken aback when you basically climbed the shelf and returned with the item in hand, acting nonchalant about it
  • After the initial high of teasing you was over, she’d just talk to you like normal
  • But every now and then she’d find herself smiling because you look adorable and she can’t help but fawn over tiny things
  • Uh, not that she would say you’re tiny, of course…

Seven

  • He doesn’t hold himself back from squeezing you into a hug the first moment he sees you
  • Seven had already seen how you looked in the photos he’d found when he researched about you, but seeing you with his own two eyes made him realize just how short you really were
  • A goofy grin was on his face as he spun you around in his arms
  • “Why didn’t you tell me you were so cute and cuddly~?” he asked, pouting as he continued to hold onto you. Seriously, he had no qualms about being so touchy despite having only just met you
  • You’d stick your tongue out at him for calling you cute—gosh, you weren’t a little kid!
  • But he’d continue to treat you like one, even after the party. You would’ve thought the hype about your short height would’ve worn off soon, but it didn’t.
  • He’d use you as an arm rest
  • Lifts you up and spins you randomly
  • Tells you to look both ways when crossing the street, every time, saying that other people wouldn’t be able to see you because you were so short
  • Uses you as a teddy bear, cuddling you every chance he got. (But always ‘just friends’ though, according to him)
  • Pretends to forget your age all the time and asks when your 7th birthday will be
  • Teases you so much, you almost regret ever going to that party…
  • The next time you meet up with him, you were definitely wearing heels. It wouldn’t increase your height all too much, but it sure would let you stomp on his toes. Maybe then he’d fall down in pain. Who’s short now, huh?

V

  • He couldn’t help but worry about you the entire time at the party, nervously following you everywhere
  • Eventually, you’d be fed up that he just kept following you and not saying anything
  • He didn’t answer when you demanded why, averting your eyes as he thought to himself that you were short like a kid, and he wasn’t sure if he could trust you by yourself… There were so many people at the party, who knows when someone could bump into you?
  • And as you stood there, arms crossed, waiting for his response, that was exactly what happened.
  • A lady knocked into you by accident, causing you to trip and fall into V’s arms
  • It was then that he noticed just how short you were, because he couldn’t help but compare your height to his own
  • Before he knew it, the words had left his lips, “So much shorter than I thought…”
  • He hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but when you whacked at his arm, he realized his mistake
  • Feels guilty for insulting you and stays far away for the rest of the party
  • Over time he’d get used to it
  • Would pet your hair a lot
  • Looks out for you as if you were his younger sibling
  • Hugs you as a greeting, but always ends up lifting you off the ground by accident
  • Apologizes profusely every time
  • But he never learns from his mistake honestly
  • At least he treats you to a drink after, which you liked because you could spend time getting to know this mysterious man better :)

Jumin

  • “Are you lost, miss?”
  • That was what Jumin had asked when he first saw you at the party, only to realize that you’re the MC he always talked to in the chatroom
  • His eyes widen slightly as he realizes that you’re much shorter than he imagined
  • He did expect a height difference since women were normally shorter than men, but he had expected you to be around Jaehee’s height
  • Still, he didn’t comment about it, instead greeting you with a professional smile as he asked how the party was
  • You roll your eyes at his formality, telling him to drop the act since you were friends, after all
  • Jumin would have trouble stopping himself from glancing at you constantly, still focused on your height
  • Also worried that he’d lose sight of you
  • Questions your age over and over, even though the answer doesn’t change
  • Until he asked for the 60th time and you dryly reply that you were a few centuries old and shrinking. “Happy now?” you sigh
  • It was then that Jumin realizes his rudeness, and smiles sheepishly
  • He puts an arm around you so that he doesn’t have to keep looking at you to make sure you weren’t lost, holding on tightly
  • But then he feels a strong tug on the tail of his tuxedo, and he turns to face you, only to realize that his arm was around your neck
  • “…Oh. My bad. I thought that was your waist.”

Saeran

  • He had been hiding out near the bathrooms (where hardly anyone passed through), waiting for you to pass by so he could take you away
  • Well, he was lucky that you’d been dared to drink as much as you could tonight (Seven had been teasing your alcohol tolerance because of your height, saying you couldn’t possibly hold your alcohol with such a stature…)
  • You were running to the bathroom, trying to make it to the toilet to throw up, because… well… you’d had waaaay more drinks than your body could handle
  • Unfortunately, Saeran hadn’t been aware of this.
  • I say “unfortunately” because he wouldn’t have grabbed you so quickly, had he known. And then you wouldn’t have vomited all over him.
  • SHIT!” he swore, wrinkling his nose at the stench. But a job was a job, and he had to escape quickly before anyone noticed you were missing. So, out the window he went, leaving behind a trail of bile. This was probably the most disgusting (and obvious, honestly… someone’s going to notice the vomit and lack of its culprit) kidnappings Saeran has done in a while.  
  • He was still surprised that you were so short, though, as he carried you. He laid you gently in the back of the car, and you fit just perfectly thanks to your height. He bit back a smile, finding it amusing. Then he proceeded to drive all the way back to headquarters.
  • Although he had been ordered to take you to the Saviour immediately upon returning with MC captured, he couldn’t help but feel intrigued by you… so he decided to lie down beside you, even though he wasn’t supposed to.
  • He held you in his arms, relishing the feeling of your body against his own, secretly comparing how much shorter you were in comparison to him.
  • He gently lifted your hand, smiling at how much smaller yours looked when he held it. You were so much shorter and smaller up close, appearing so innocent… 
  • And Saeran couldn’t help but relax while holding you like this, gradually drifting off to sleep.
  • Well, he would only have this night with you, after all. He felt a bit regretful, but he knew he couldn’t go against the Saviour’s desires… whatever her intentions would turn out to be.