under streetlights

I’ve been thinking a lot about how old I am in technology years lately so here’s a bit of reminiscing for you kids in the form of stuff you’ll thankfully never know the pain of

  • having to rewind cassette tapes. you want to hear your favourite song again? no just clicking <<. nope, you gotta manually rewind that shit and keep hitting play to see if you’re at the beginning again.
  • like listening to your own music in the car? back in my day we had to bring a bag full of CDs and swap them out in our portable CD players. if the car went over a bump, the CD would jump in the player and the music would skip. eventually the CDs would get wrecked. I killed so many CDs thanks to all the moving around I did as a kid.
  • stifling the dialup tone when your parents were in bed. want to sneak online? good luck. I had the modem squeezed between my legs, with two pillows pressed on top of it, and still. crrrrrRRRSSSHHHHHHHHHHH
  • fucking. homepage wars. hacking was a lot easier back in the day thanks to no one knowing shit about security and nerds like my generation quickly learning more than the web developers did. this resulted in carnage if you owned your own webpage. it was commonplace for different groups to have wars and constantly hack each other’s pages and deface them. you could trust no one. you leave for five seconds and suddenly your state of the art homepage and all its lit wordart graphics has been replaced with a plain text message insinuating something about your mother.
  • an entire room in your house was dedicated to the computer. it was called the computer room. it was filled with wires you were constantly tripping over, and thanks to the fact you were on a desktop, there was no battery life. you better get used to tripping over your power cord or rolling back in your chair and ripping it out of the wall, therefore instantly shutting off your computer, because it’s going to happen multiple times a week my guy.
  • “get off the internet, I need to use the phone” “how long will you be?” “only a couple of minutes” *two hours later*
  • I’m pretty sure it was messenger that had this, but basically if someone ignored your message for too long you could send them graphics that would hijack their entire browser and pop up on the screen. they were huge and would sometimes make the screen shake and I heard rumours that some of them could even make noise.
  • this is one that’s near and dear to me because I spent like 60% of my childhood in a car but handheld game consoles didn’t have built in lights. I remember playing Pokemon on my big purple GameBoy as it got dark, holding the screen closer and closer to my face, and eventually having to resort to quickly jamming the buttons when we passed under a streetlight. I remember when the GameBoy Advance SP came out with a built in back light and I lost my fucking mind.
  • *is two seconds away from finally downloading a picture online that’s been downloading for 15 minutes* *someone picks up the phone downstairs* *internet disconnects* *download fails* *why must you hurt me in this way*
  • writing everything you wanted to say online in the raw html code because it didn’t do it automatically. fine if you just wanted to make things bold or underlined, a lot more annoying when you wanted to add an image or bullet points or something. no such thing as a quick rant.

this is really long already so I’ll stop here but long story short it was a dark time and you all should grab every technological advancement you can with both hands and never let them go. for the sake of my childhood self, nose-to-screen with a GameBoy. do not let them go.

i want to dance with you in the vegetable section of target at 11 PM
and kiss you until my lips go reverse light red
i want to write a poem about my grandmother’s fruit basket
i want to laugh as you insist there must be a word that rhymes with orange
i want your velvet nightgown
and sleepy kisses
i want to almost miss our exit
because i got distracted by the way your eyes shine under streetlights
i want to blush blooming roses
when my mother asks how you got me
to drive on the highway
i’ve walked enough tightropes
and emptied enough bottles
i want to lay next to you
while you grind your teeth in your sleep

I want a girlfriend and I want to hold her hand and walk with her and kiss her under a streetlight as the snow flies around us and I want to lend her my jacket when she’s cold or borrow hers it doesn’t matter I just wanna share clothes with her and I want us to build snowmen and make snow angels and celebrate Christmas together and get each other gifts even though we didn’t agree to do that and drink hot chocolate and share cute kisses under mistletoes and wear oversized sweaters and fuzzy socks and have lots of blankets and cuddle and be really soft and I just really want a girlfriend to keep me warm during winter is that too much to ask

girls weren’t just soft but of course i loved that part of them too; the touch of skin and the sighing and the way they looked when standing under streetlights in the snow. 

they were hard edges. the bite that made a mark for days later, that you wore under a scarf, that you wore with pride. the nails that left blood and the lips that tore under teeth. hipbones under hands, thick girls in thigh highs, garter belts on the waists of women who knew how powerful they were.

women loving women wasn’t always pink and gentle, although it had such a capacity to be. it was blue and bruises and ripped dresses and joyful screams. it was raw and fierce and the fire of sundown more than the slow of monday morning. i want to hold her hand and kiss her on the cheek and carry her gently. but i also want her in a wild way, in the way of forests and freckles and fridays, in the way that consumes, in all of me. 

When you said goodbye at the end of my street, under the streetlight, it felt different. More permanent. Like you weren’t just saying goodbye to me, but to us.
You said I made you sad and happy at once, I didn’t have to ask what that meant because I understood. I understand.
Loving me is a curse and a blessing, cold and hot, nothing and everything at once.
Loving me is hard, so when you said goodbye, I understood. I understand.
—  v.m
Bygones of the Sun | 04 (M)

Originally posted by hobismole

Genre: Angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au

Pairing: Reader x Hoseok

Length: 4.8k

Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.

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Kim Jongdae//Collision Course - Part 1

Originally posted by sooranghaes

Summary: You were the typical girl with big dreams who moved to the city as soon as she had the chance, and somehow ended up in the wrong part of town - but you somehow manage to get swept up in an entirely different situation than you’d planned. (1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 5)
Scenario: mafia!AU/hacker!AU
Word Count: 7,641

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Little Fireheart. (Rowaelin Oneshot)


Rowan’s eyes shot open.

He glanced at his wife, her breathing steady and quiet, her body outlined by the light of the moon. Rowan had been away with Aedion for the last week, overseeing Terrasen’s new recruits, and he had spent hours making it up to Aelin earlier that evening. Considering how often she moaned his name, and the marks on his back from her nails, he figured he was forgiven.

With a smile, he pulled up the thin, white blanket to her bare shoulders, and kissed her forehead gently. “I love you, Fireheart.”

As he stood, he swore he heard her mumble Buzzard, but when he looked back, eyebrows raised, she was still sound asleep. He pulled on his pants with a chuckle and grabbed a blanket from the chair by the fireplace on his way out the door.

The creaking of the stairs had stopped, and the pitter-patter of small feet were now heavy on the main floor. Wrapping the blanket around his broad shoulders, Rowan silently took the stairs two at a time.

He found her by the window, watching the city-goers walk by their private residence under the streetlights. She had her chin perched on her knees and her arms wrapped around her legs as she sat on the window sill, her golden hair a mess and her pajamas rumpled. She was clinging to her white-fur blanket, the one she was given by Gavriel the day she was born.

He leaned against the door frame, watching her, admiringly. He thought back to the first time he held her in his arms, bundled in that same blanket, when terror and love and utter joy flooded him. He remembered looking into the eyes of his firstborn, his daughter, and knowing he was in trouble. She had put him through hell since the day she’d been born, and she was only four. There was a lot more hell to go.

And he loved every minute of it.

“Didn’t your mother tell you to stay in bed?”

The small figure jumped at her father’s voice, her cheeks turning pink as she turned to face him. “Maybe….”

The silver-haired fae crossed his arms as he tried not to smile, and failed. “Ana.”

When her lip began to wobble, he ran to her side and pulled her into his arms. Once her small arms had wrapped around his neck, and her head was lying on his shoulder, he sighed.

“Are you mad, daddy?” she asked.

Rowan sat down on the cushioned couch that sat in front of the fireplace and wrapped his blanket around his daughter. “No, why would I be mad?”

“Mommy gets mad when I get out of bed,” she said, matter-of-factly.

He laughed. “Mommy doesn’t get mad. She just wants you to get a good night’s rest, that’s all. So you can grow big and strong.”

“Does mommy get mad at you when you get out of bed?”

He pulled back and looked into those curious, pine-green eyes. It was the only trait she’d gotten from him. “Yes. So, don’t tell her I was out of my bed, and I won’t tell her you were out of yours. Deal?”

She held up her pinkie in answer, and Rowan wrapped his around hers.

“Deal,” she giggled, and fell into his chest.

“Why can’t you sleep?” he asked her, after a minute. “It is late.”

“I thought you were on my side,” her high-pitched voice was highly offended.

He held up his hands in defense.

The little girl sighed. “Uncle Aedion told me a scary story. Aunt Lysy got mad at him, but he thought it was funny.”

Aedion and Lysandra had taken Aliana to the square earlier that afternoon for lunch, and to find a dress for Friday’s gathering. Apparently, Aedion liked to add his own fun to the agenda.

“Scary story?” he brushed her hair back behind her ear. “About what?”

“About snow leopards.”

“Snow leopards?”

“Yeah, about how they eat little girls with-with blonde hair.”

Rowan made a mental note to kick Aedion’s ass tomorrow when they met for their early morning workout. “Uncle Aedion was just joking, Ana.”

She frowned. “Well, he’s not very funny.”

The corner of Rowan’s lips tugged upward as the little girl in his lap yawned.

“Go to sleep, Ana,” he kissed the top of her head. “I love you.”

“Will you stay?” she asked, pine-green eyes growing wide.

“Of course,” he promised, pulling her tighter against his chest.

Another yawn escaped. “Love you, too, daddy.”

They sat there, just the two of them, in silence as he patted her back, giving her the comfort that only he could.


“Hmm?” he asked, realizing he was dozing off.

“Can I be a bird like you?”

It took him a moment to realize she was talking about shape-shifting, and the thought made him laugh, breathily. “You can be anything you want to be, my Little Fireheart.”

But, when he didn’t get a reply, and he looked down at the four-year-old cradled in his arms, her eyes were closed, and her breathing was steady.

A small flame rose, and grew, from within the fireplace.

Rowan glanced toward the door frame and gave its occupant a soft grin. He whispered, “I thought I wore you out.”

She rolled her eyes, but there was humor there, and love. “I came to see why I was the only one in bed.”

He held out his free arm, and before he could take another breath, she was there, lying her head against his shoulder and taking her daughter’s feet into her lap.

“She’s getting so big,” she sighed. “I don’t understand why she thinks I’d be mad to find her downstairs. Remind me to kick Aedion’s ass, by the way.”

Rowan chuckled. “I’d be scared of you, too, Majesty.” Aelin stuck her tongue out at her husband. With a smirk, he continued, “How long were you standing there?”

“Long enough to come to the conclusion that you two must keep a lot of secrets from me,” she narrowed her eyes as if to say liars.

He shrugged. “A pinkie swear cannot be broken.”

She nudged him in the ribs, then continued to rub his chest with her finger in lazy circles to the sound of his quiet laughter.

“She’s perfect,” Aelin whispered, as Rowan’s eyes closed. “I still think that, every day, just how perfect she is. She reminds me of you.”

“She’s just like her mother,” Rowan whispered, back. “Yes, she is perfect. And beautiful. And kind. And smart.”

As he opened his eyes, he caught the tear that had fallen down his wife’s cheek.

“There was a time when I didn’t think I would ever have this life,” she whispered. “There was a time when I dreamt of this life, with you. Sometimes, it feels like a dream after all that we’ve endured.”

“I often have to remind myself that it’s not,” he kissed her head as the flames in the fireplace grew. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“To whatever end.”

“Always,” she smiled. “To whatever end.”

Aelin fell asleep a minute later, and Rowan sat there, holding them both tightly, lovingly, admiringly, until the flames turned to embers, the logs turned to ashes, and sleep consumed him.

Forgive Me, Father

Summary: You find an unusual customer at your workplace, and end up getting more than you bargained for when you offer to take him to a back room
Square Filled: Virginity
Sam x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: NSFW, smut, loss of virginity, Priest!Sam, Stripper!Reader
Words: 3,720 (now you know why it took so long
Written for @spnkinkbingo

Your name: submit What is this?

You spotted him as soon as you walked into the room; he looked so out of place, standing by the doorway, away from the dancers and other patrons.

You walked over to him, swaying your hips and flicking your hair over your shoulder to get his attention.

You loved your job, and days like this - people like this - made you love it even more.

“Good evening, father,” you smiled over the music, running your hands up his lapels, “What’s a man like you doing in a place like this?”

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They walked side by side under the streetlights, talking and laughing. His hand kept grazing hers with every step they took until he finally mustered up the courage to grab it. He shot her a sly smile and she scolded herself when she felt her heart rate increase.
“If you could go anywhere, where would it be?” He asked, curiosity lacing his voice.
She thought about it before quietly answering, “Everywhere.”
He stopped walking then, and mulled over her response in his head. When he turned to face her, his eyes held a wild spark .
“Someday, I’ll drag you with me to see the world. Promise to come with me?” His face held a seriousness that was seldom there.
“I promise.”
A wide grin split his handsome features and he pulled her into his chest. She laughed freely. At that moment, their wanderlust souls were filled with hope.
—  n.g // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #23
The Arrangement (Part 15)

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Summary: You have an encounter with Mark, and Dean shows up just in time. The next morning, the two of you talk things out. Sam arrives with some news.

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,300

Warnings: physical/sexual assault (minor, no injuries or anything but I know that can be a trigger), language, general angst, low-grade physical violence, little bit of smut… some of everything in this one

A/N: Buckle in, this one is long and jam-packed…. also I think there’s only two more parts left, guys… which makes me SO sad. Thank you all for your continued love for this series, I cannot believe how it’s taken off. You’re all awesome. Also picking a gif for this WAS SO HARD because there are so many Dean moments I wanted to show. But I went with angry because reasons…

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Ballet Dancer x MMA Fighter!Tom

request: Hey 💛 Could you make a Ballet Dancer!Tom x MMA Fighter!Reader headcanon? Thanks love ❤️✨

a/n + warnings: ok i’m assuming you meant that tom was the fighter and the reader was a ballet dancer but maybe i am succumbing to the patriarchy and conventional society, if you want the inverse just send another ask and i’ll do that too


Originally posted by kiingholland

  • you met one day when he was headed to training
  • you were fumbling with the mesh bad that held your pointe shoes b/c it was kind of worn out
  • inevitably you ran headlong into someone
  • “oh my god, i’m so sorry!” you heard a male voice apologize
  • before you looked up you leaned over to pick up the aforementioned bag that got dropped on the ground
  • and who woulda thunk, the two of you bumped heads again
  • “oh i’m so sorry, wait why would you have been sorry, i bumped into you. and then i did it again and-” you word vomited like you always did
  • finally you looked up at the stranger to see kind brown eyes staring back at you
  • “love, stop apologizing. you didn’t mean to” he cracked a smile
  • “i was just rushing to rehearsal, and my stupid bag is ripping, and… you don’t need to know about any of this”
  • he smiled again and you felt like you recognized him
  • “my name is tom” he reached out a hand
  • “y/n, nice to meet you, but i can’t be late” you felt your cheeks blush red
  • tom’s face fell
  • as you ran off to rehearsal tom began racking his brain to figure out how to see you again
  • the next day at the same time tom rounded the corner and saw y/n
  • and he had a brand new mesh bag for you
  • “since the other one broke, consider it a piece offering”
  • this became a daily thing
  • eventually you told him that you were a ballerina and he said he was an mma fighter
  • this freaked you out at first because it is dangerous and violent
  • but then you went to work out with him once and he taught you basic moves
  • at the end of the session you told him he had to take a private ballet class with you
  • tom tripping over his feet at first
  • he gets really sweaty really fast and you are only 15 minutes in
    (think the rock in the game plan)
  • “oh my god how do you do this?” he’s totally breathless by the end
  • “years and years of practice. and it’s not like fighting is easy”
  • eventually this becomes a weekly thing, every saturday you meet up and stretch and do bar work while he lifts and boxes
  • one day you stopped working at the bar and just sat looking at him
  • how his shoulder muscles contracted when he pulled down on the shoulder press machine, his determined face, the light sheen of sweat that seemed to highlight the coiled muscles all over his body
  • “what?” he finally caught you
  • “oh nothing” blushing furiously
  • at the end of that night something was different
  • he looked at you under the streetlight above the car and couldn’t take it any longer
  • “will you go on a date with me?”
  • of course you said yes
  • from then on you attended all of his fights, always being his biggest fan
  • it was funny when you’d go out to eat because you’d eat lean meats and fruits and vegetables and he’d get heaps of pasta and eat 12 rolls
  • when you have performances he’d always show up in a suit and tie and that would be your favorite way to see him
  • and he always seemed to bring a bigger bouquet than the last time
  • both of you always knowing how to deal with each other’s injuries b/c you each pull things a lot
  • when you tore a ligament in your ankle he waited on you hand and foot (haha get it?)
  • but the worst would be when he’d get injured in fights, b/c you could handle him pulling things but the cuts and bruises just seemed worse
  • you had first aid training because you had worked as a nurse’s assistant for a long time in high school so you knew how to do stitches
  • always having to stitch him up
  • one night when he gets a black eye and a busted lip, as well as a dislocated shoulder you just snapped
  • “i can’t do this, i can’t keep seeing you like this”
  • tom looked so hurt by it, “this is my job, y/n”
  • “it’s just that i love you tom and it kills me to-” you couldn’t finish because you realized you said you loved him for the first time ever
  • “i’m in love with you y/n, i need you. please don’t give up on me” he said the words like a realization that had been coming forever
  • “i would never, this is just, hard.” you felt a tear run down your face
  • that night would end in loving sex that was like nothing you’d ever had before
  • in the morning when you woke up he had made breakfast
  • “i’m going to train harder so that you never feel worried about me again” he told you as he laid a tray on the bed
  • you smiled and told him “i believe in you, just be more careful with the boy i love”

(it’s being stupid and won’t let me cut)


Do Kyungsoo // Calamity

Summary: Kyungsoo is the owner of a coffee house, and extremely adorable and fun - and he’s also one of your closest friends. It’s just such a shame that you had to ruin everything by falling in love with him. playlist 
Scenario: angst, barista!au
Word Count: 4,740

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Police Officer! Hwang Minhyun

Originally posted by 2hyeons

happy one month of scenarios from cannedapricot!! i can’t believe it’s been a month already! here’s a super short and hopefully sweet police officer! hwang minhyun. no one has gifed minhyun in the police uniform yet bUT IT’S OK I LOVE THIS GIF TOO

  • welcome to hongdae’s main police station
  • if you enter and head down the hallway, then turn right, you’ll be met with the sight of a couple dozen cops buzzing around the office
  • some interrogating sleasy looking men
  • some annoyed that they have to deal with the same crowd of teenagers again.
  • minhyun worked as a senior inspector at this very station
  • it wasn’t super high on the ranks but it was certainly impressive for this age (i think,,,, don’t quote me on it)
  • his co-workers loved calling him the emperor of the station because reALLY THAT’S WHAT HE’S LIKE
  • he sank back into his chair, tired eyes gazing over the hectic office
  • and downed his nth cup of coffee for the evening
  • this was a normal sight in the station
  • people talking in hushed tones, phones ringing, someone from thaT ONE SQUAD OF TEENAGERS THROWING UP
  • INH A L ES
  • IT’s ok
  • it was worse on a friday night
  • or saturday early morning
  • minhyun was just,,,,, ready for a nap
  • and so without knowing, his eyes end up closing by themselves
  • until he was woken by junior inspector! jaehwan
  • “lol hyung if your that tired we could change spots-”
  • “as long as i’m breathing, you’re not getting promoted”
  • he has no idea how jaehwan even made it thus far 
  • “what do you need now?”
  • minhyun says as he sits up in his chair
  • “we finaLLY GOT YOU AN ASSISTANT!!!!”
  • “what”
  • “all of us thought that you were working way too hard,,,, sOOOOooOoOO WE GOT YOU A GIFT!!!”
  • “i’m not a thing to be given, kim jaehwan”
  • you said, popping into minhyun’s sight from behind jaehwan
  • “oops??”
  • you ignored jaehwan lol
  • “hi!! i’m y/n! i’ll be assisting you from now on!!!!”
  • “oh,,,, uh,,,, hi,,,,, are you trained?”
  • trained???
  • what are you???? a dog????
  • jk
  • honestly,,,,
  • you were just looking for a job to earn some extra money while you look for a stable job
  • and as if it was a miracle!!!11!!111
  • your old friend fromm high school, kim jaehwan, rang you up and asked if you were interested in working with a good looking dude
  • aka him
  • you shot him down
  • “ok how about a more average looking dude”
  • you agreed because wow you were running out of instant noodles
  • and real quick too
  • to this day, you’re still suspicious about how jaehwan knew you needed a job
  • he said that he had magical powers
  • in reality though
  • he saw your snapchat story
  • ft. your cat and you complaining about how much your wallet was crying
  • and thought about how tired minhyun looked everyday
  • back to your awk asf meeting with your boss
  • “ha,,,, tr a in e d????”
  • cue jaehwan wiping invisible tears
  • “ah,,,, minhyun finally gets to relax a little *fake sobs*”
  • “you can leave now”
  • you and minhyun say at the same time
  • and you figured that the two of you would get along just fine
  • skip forward a few weeks
  • you and minhyun weren’t the stiff pair from two weeks ago
  • in fact, you two didn’t seem like just co-workers
  • after taking off some of the weight from minhyun’s shoulders, minhyun seemed more energetic 
  • instead of sitting at his desk tiredly after a day of work, he’d bring in two cups of hot coffee and meet you with a bright smile
  • you would return his smile of course
  • you and minhyun had this system were you would take most of the paper work and minhyun would take care of anything that requires him to physically be there lol
  • and he would return every evening with two cups of coffee and his 1000000 watt smile
  • also,,,, they’ve seen the way minhyun looks away from his share of the work just to stare at you
  • he loves how hard working you are
  • of course, you were adorable normally buT SOMEHOW
  • but uh
  • minhyun was hopeless with girls
  • his co-workers figured that out
  • with a helpful tip off from jaehwan lmao
  • they legit have a group chat dedicated to playing cupid for you two
  • mostly gossips though
  • by stroll they mean the night duties minhyun has around the block 
  • he takes you along with him soooooo 👀👀👀👀
  • you’d be lying if you said that minhyun didn’t look 10x as good under the streetlights at night
  • you’d also be lying if you said that you had no feelings for him
  • and his cute actions don’t help either
  • he openly complains to you whenever some drunk person throws up on the tiles he cleaned personally  h o u r s before
  • spoiler
  • he looks cute whining
  • you didn’t think he cared as much about you as you care for him
  • untilll ll ll lllllll  👀 👀 👀 👀
  • one day
  • you weren’t feeling 100%
  • so you rang up the station and told them that you were gonna take a day off
  • but for some reason cough the other officers purposely didn’t say anything cough minhyun didn’t get the message
  • when he arrived at the station, he expected you to be at your desk (less than three meters away from his own) like you were every day
  • bUT YOU WE R EN ‘T
  • enter: panic mode
  • he thinks that you had enough of him and quit without telling him
  • minhyun gets your address from jaehwan 
  • who was totally ready and even had your address written down on a piece of paper
  • minhyun didn’t even think about it lol
  • he zoomed over to your place
  • you were just lounging on your couch, your roommate gone to work for the day
  • you were trying your best to not let snot flow out of your nose l ma o
  • while going through your phone
  • until you heard,
  • your phone dropped onto your face
  • wincing, you shuffle towards the door
  • not looking through the peephole, you open the door, still rubbing your nose lol
  • there stood hwang minhyun, emperor of the hongdae police station, trying his best to catch his breath
  • “what- minhyun? what are you doing-”
  • minhyun suddenly holds you in a tight ass hug
  • “i’m so sorry for whatever i’ve done to offend you,,,, please don’t hate me”
  • you’re confused™
  • “what are you talking about? i took a day off because i wasn’t feeling well”
  •  O H
  • W E L L   
  • I S N ’ T T H I S A W K W A R D
  • clears throat awkwardly
  • also releases you awkwardly
  • rubs neck awkwardly
  • “i thought that,,,, maybe i did something,,,,, and you quit the job,,,”
  • he said his voice getting smaller with each word
  • minhyun becomes mintomato 
  • “a-anyway,,, you said you weren’t feeling well? i guess i’ll make you some soup then.”
  • he pushes you aside and lets himself in
  • “y/n. what is this?”
  • “ah shit”
  • minhyun turns to you with the creepiest smile
  • you immediately ran to chuck the used tissues away
  • minhyun somehow digs out your rubber gloves and sanitizer in the meantime 
  • and starts spraying e v e r y t h i n g
  • makes you sit on the couch and not do anything
  • after he’s satisfied that everything was spotless
  • he turns to make you soup
  • so you sit on the couch, on your phone, as minhyun slaves away in the kitchen
  • you look over once in a while 
  • you saw him cutting vegetables (bOYF MATERIAL RIGHT THERE LADIES)
  • you also saw him ringing up the station presumably making some excuse that he couldn’t make it anymore (the co-workers know exactly what he was doing tho 👀👀)
  • then you saw him mucking around on his phone
  • seemingly like he was texting???
  • jaehwan perhaps
  • while the soup was taking it’s time obviously
  • he was typing out phrases in his messaging app
  • the contact being you
  • y/n i like you. date me
  • too straight-forward. no
  • y/n your honestly the most prettiest girl i’ve ever met lets go on a date
  • ew too cheesy. no
  • y/n i like you and your dumb quirks. even though your sick right now, you’re still the most adorable human being i’ve ever seen
  • lol too dumb. no-
  • oH SHIT
  • AND
  • IT
  • SENT
  • OH SHI-
  • “hey minhyun did you just send me a message?”
  • “y ea h ?”
  • he squeaked
  • you chuckle
  • “hey,, come here for a bit”
  • he shuffles over
  • you pull him by the collar and press a small kiss on his cheek
  • “i like you and your dumb clean freak self as well”
  • minhyun squeaks again
  • in happiness
  • “so,,,,,, are we,,,,, you know,,,,, a thing now?”
  • “if you want us to be”
  • “what excuse did you tell the station?”
  • you asked
  • “i said that my girlfriend was sick and i had to take care of her”
  • ???????????
  • LIES
  • minhyun actually said something about his dog being sick
  • was he implying that you were a dog????? because minhyun doesn’t own a dog??????
  • you’re a trained dog now
  • minhyun grows red in embarassment
  • and he withers in it until you realize something
  • “um minhyun?”
  • “yeah?”
  • “the soup,,,,, it’s boiling and spashing out,,,,,”

wow isn’t minhyun lowkey kinda ooc here. this is the shortest thing i’ve ever written at 1.6k,,,,, but it still took fo r ev er. DISCLAIMER: i have no idea about how the police work,,, everything here is from my imagination and the dramas i’ve watched sodufbvsb

in other news, wanna one has wrecked apricot, she is no longer alive. i juST WANT ONGNIEL TO BE HAPPY SOBS

in other, other news, happy one month kiddos!!! i love you all and stay healthy!! full length scenarios will be back after my exams!!! wait for me <3333

i. five a.m. dreaming out the windows, eyes open and doors unlocked. chopin’s nocturnes on repeat as if i can somehow fill this cavity with moonlight in the form of a song.
ii. tell me, have you ever felt like a thousand pieces of a thousand people all at once?
iii. this is a lullaby, or perhaps an apology to myself. i’ve forgotten what it means to sleep without the flutter of your heartbeat next to mine.
iv. sometimes i feel like a dozen tectonic plates always shifting, never at rest. there’s a chasm between my ribs and i named it after you.
v. friday night dancing under the streetlights, a song in my throat as i build myself up from the ground. still learning how to pick myself out of the shipwreck, still learning to accommodate the fracture lines across my skin.
vi. i am the thousand people i’ve been before, i am the thousand people i have yet to be. i am learning to love every one.
—  after the earthquake | a.c. for @existential-celestial | want one?
Three Points to My Heart

You’re the basketball manager, Daniel is the star player and team captain. You were basically meant to be.
(For anon who requested team manager!leader and captain!Daniel)


“Good luck, boys!” You cheered, placing your hand in the center of the circle. The boys of the basketball team followed suit, “Mnet Academy, fighting!” You all cheered, bringing your hands up to the sky in a signature cheer.

“(y/n), are the water bottles all filled?” The coach of the Mnet Academy varisty basketball team, Coach Seokhoon, asked you, whistle dangling against your chest.

“Of course,” Sanggyun, the team’s small forward, teased, patting you on the back, “(y/n)’s our manager, they’re always on top of it.”

“Team captains, please come to the center,” the referee yelled, blowing his whistle twice.

“Daniel,” you stepped forward slightly, “good luck!”

Kang Daniel, varsity basketball team captain and your crush of three years, smiled back at you in the way that always made your heart flutter. “Thanks, (y/n).”

Ever since you’d first gotten to Mnet Academy and Daniel had showed you around campus, you’d been smitten with his good lucks and kind, charming personality. When the position of basketball team manager had opened, you’d jumped for the opportunity to get to know the guy better.

The two of you were definitely close, given all the time you’d spent together at league meetings and dinners, away games, and even all the time on the bus to and from practice. You’d thought that maybe, all the time you’d spent around Daniel would turn your romantic feelings into friendship ones, but no such luck—you had fallen for him harder than ever.

A loud whistle from the ref startled you out of your thoughts, and you hurried to wish the other boys good luck as well.

The game got off to a quick start. Dongho, your center, won the tip-off, and Seongwoo scored the first points of the game. Back on defense, Seunghyuk moved quickly to steal the ball, passing it off to Daniel, who scored his signature three-point all-net shot. This game was going to be an easy win, you could already tell.

By the end of the first quarter, your boys were up by 15 points, and had barely won a sweat.

“Guys, remember, let’s not get cocky,” Daniel said seriously to the circle of boys. You quickly handed him a water bottle, shoving a towel at the sweaty Seongwoo, who smiled at you in wordless thanks. “They’re starting to get frustrated, and it’s making them sloppy. We can win this as long as we keep our heads cool.”

The boys nodded and jogged back onto the court, high-fiving each other in encouragement. As the second quarter of the game began, Seongwoo quickly won possession of the ball, only to be fouled, tripped by a member of the opposite team. You frowned at such blatant bad sportsmanship, glancing over at the other team’s bench. They appeared unconcerned.

After the first foul on Seongwoo, multiple followed. Seunghyuk was shoved trying to pass the ball. Dongho got kicked, and Sanggyun was elbowed as he went up for a shot.

“(y/n),” Coach Seokhoon said quietly, quirking a finger to gesture for you to come over to where he stood, focused intently on the game, “I want you to follow number 14 on the other team. He’s getting frustrated, and has started fouling already, as you can tell. I’m worried that he’ll do something serious to one of our boys.”

You nodded, fixing your gaze on number 14, who seemed to sense your stare. He looked up and sent you a wink and a wave that made your skin crawl. Then, suddenly, Daniel was next to number 14, glaring down at him and blocking his body from your view. The game started up again, as fast-paced as ever. You kept your eyes on number 14, who was definitely using a lot more knee and elbow than was needed in basketball.

“Coach,” you said quietly, eyes narrowing. Coach Seokhoon was completely focused on the game, not hearing you, “Coach! Number 14 is acting weird, something’s up.” You watched as Number 14 waved one of his teammate over, motioning to his temple. You narrowed your eyes, watching as the play resumed.

Quickly, three of the other team surrounded Daniel, and you hit Seokhoon, waving frantically. As quickly as they had surrounded him, the three guys were gone, leaving Daniel looking dazed, clutching his temple.

“Coach, they hit one of his pressure points,” you said urgently, putting two-and-two together, “they know Daniel’s our star player, they’re deliberately trying to take him out!”

Coach Seokhoon gestured for the ref to pause the game, and the two of you rushed onto the court.

“Daniel, are you okay?” You asked worriedly, reaching up to brush the hair away from his temple, frowning at the rapidly reddening spot there.

“M fine,” Daniel said, obviously in pain, “Coach, I can still play, please don’t take me out.”

“Daniel, no,” Seokhoon said sternly, “this game isn’t important, but your health is. If they hit you in the head, you might have a concussion, and that’s really serious.”

You carefully helped Daniel drape his arm around your shoulder, supporting him as the two of you walked to the bench. He looked dazed and slightly out of it as you pressed a cold ice pack to his head, holding it in place gently.

“(y/n), can you take him to the hospital?” Coach Seokhoon asked worriedly, “this game really isn’t a big deal, and there’s a hospital about three blocks away.”

“Yeah, of course,” you nodded, looking down at Daniel, “why don’t you go get changed so that your muscles don’t get cramped, and we can head out?”

Daniel nodded, moving towards the locker room slowly as Coach Seokhoon went to explain to the referee what had happened. You gathered all the rest of his things together, putting them into his duffel bag before going to the locker room exit, waiting there awkwardly.

“Ready?” Daniel asked, coming out of the locker room, hair damp from the quick shower he had taken. The game was still going on in the gym behind you, and Daniel glanced wistfully back before following you out of the gym doors. “Thanks for walking me, I know this probably isn’t how you envisioned your Friday night.”

“Oh, it’s okay,” you assured him, smiling, “I’d be a bad manager if I didn’t.” You rubbed your arms slightly, surprised at how chilly the air had gotten.

“Oh, there’s a spare sweatshirt in my duffel bag if you want it,” Daniel offered, cheeks a bit pink, “I don’t want you to be cold or anything.” He quickly rifled around in his bag, producing a fairly large sweatshirt and handing it to you. You carefully tugged it over your head, feeling a bit like a marshmallow given how large the sweatshirt was. Daniel grinned down at you. “It looks good on you.”

“It’s kinda big,” you remarked, lifting up the sleeves, which dripped off your arms, to prove your point.

“Still, it’s cute,” he replied, cheeks reddening even more. You felt your own cheeks heat up at that comment, thankful for the distraction of the nearing hospital.

You followed him inside the clinic area, a doctor hurrying to take you to a private room. You tuned out as a doctor conducted a quick concussion exam on Daniel, ultimately determining that yes, Daniel did have a concussion, but it wasn’t severe.

“You just won’t be able to play for a while,” the doctor explained, “you’ll need rest and relaxation, no basketball or other sports.”

“Really?” Daniel groaned, burying his head in his hands. You patted him on the back sympathetically, knowing how much he loved playing basketball.

“I understand that it seems like a drag now,” the doctor said, “but your brain needs to recover. Believe me, you’ll thank me in the long run.”

After explaining in detail what Daniel was and was not allowed to do, the doctor dismissed you, informing the two of you where the closest bus stop was. Daniel took the bus one way, while you took it the other. Just as you were about to cross the street to get to your own stop, Daniel caught your arm.

“Hey, (y/n),” he said a bit shyly, cheeks reddening again under the yellow streetlight. “I just wanted to say thank you, again. I’ve always known how kind you were, but I think seeing how caring you were made me fall for you even more.” You felt your cheeks heat to a million degrees as you stared at the basketball captain open-mouthed. Daniel clapped a hand over his mouth, eyes widening, “shit, did I say that out loud?”

“Y-yeah,” you stammered, unable to believe your ears, “yeah, you said that out loud.”

“Fuck,” Daniel hissed, running a hand through his hair, “man, I really didn’t plan on confessing like this,” he groaned, kicking the signpost. You squeaked, running over to stop him, placing a hand on his arm.

“No physical activity, Daniel!” You exclaimed with a frown, “you heard what the doctor said.”

Daniel just smiled down at you, “see? You’re always such a kind, positive person. It’s why I like you so much, and I’m not going to deny it. I’m sorry if it burdens you or if you don’t want to be our manager anymore, but I promise I won’t act on it if it makes you uncomfortable.”

You shook your head, “no, it’s not that.” You waved your hands around, panicking slightly and cursing yourself for being so awkward, “Daniel, I like you too, I really do, it’s just, I don’t understand why you like me? You’re the most popular guy at school, anyone would die to just go on one date with you. Me? I’m not special, I’m just the basketball manager.”

“And yet somehow, I like you,” Daniel said with a smile, looking down at you, “you’re more than just a basketball manager, you’re (y/n), and I think you’re perfect the way you are. Trust me, (y/n), I really like you, and I would be so, so grateful if you gave me a chance.”

You sighed, looking up at him, lips turning up into a smile, “I think we can work something out.”

Daniel beamed, shifting to pull you into a tight hug, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before hugging you again. “I’ll see you tomorrow, (y/n),” he said softly, looking down at you. You rolled your eyes before going up on your tip-toes, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“I’m giving you the chance, Daniel,” you teased once you’d pulled away, Daniel blushing intensely. “You’d better take it, don’t waste my time.”

Daniel leaned down for a second kiss, this one a lot deeper. “I won’t, babe, I promise.”

I loved that city. I remember the first night we went for a ride on your motorbike. My arms wrapped tightly around your waist as we pass under the streetlights. The cool breeze, the deserted roads, and the speed – we both liked it. You hated waiting on empty crossroads and stoplights, but we promised each other that we were both going to practice to be patient and I argued that that is one way to learn it, but I actually just wanted to prolong my time with you for a few more seconds. Just a few more. That already means a lot to me. It didn’t take many midnights spent with you, for us to be able to take each path that lead to the city, so you took me to a different one. I was really happy that night. The ride was long, but you know how much I enjoyed it. All we did there was eat at a Mcdonald’s, then we stopped over at a store to buy some Skittles that we ate on the way back. Sometimes we go on trips with your friends. You always loved how I was a ride-or-die kind of girl. We both enjoyed the thrill, but not the recklessness. Not anymore. Once, you made a mistake. All I got was a small bruise on my leg, but you were so mad at yourself that we didn’t go on late night trips much after that. I started missing the city. I started missing you. Things happened, and we no longer go on night rides. You started going out alone. Things happened, and the bruise wouldn’t have mattered but the pain you caused me after that was more than I could take. I no longer love that city. I loathe it. Every place, every street, I worried that I would see you spending your nights with someone else. It’s all filled with I used to, used to, used to… but now it’s over and gone. I don’t miss that city anymore, but for some reason I still miss you.
—  AM // nights at the city