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A lot more new and updated compared to the last one!

Writing is not ranked from newest to oldest. Also categorized by the 5sos boy. I suddenly got disappointed and lazy on myself so yup, shitty me started on Lego Blocks. So please do expect some pieces that don’t have descriptions and are not categorized by the time they were posted.

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And yes, I did exclude some pieces of my writing from here because they’re just full of shit.

Last updated : November 26, 2016



“You promise?” - Ashton worries about he’ll end up just like his father in terms of being a father so you assure him he’s not.

Eighth Month - how Ashton reacts, especially when you’re on your eighth month of pregnancy.

“Sorry.” -  Ashton’s slowly getting irritated since his girlfriend Y/N has already developed a habit of saying sorry way too much.

Ours - “How long would you keep doing this? Never letting go of our daughter?” You playfully asked.

Park Dates - Daddy Ashton forgets to take his daughter in a park date for the second time in a row.

Facade - behind Ashton’s facade of portraying to be a really happy person, is a dull life that only you, as his psychiatrist and the boys would know about. *slight trigger warning*

Long Way Home - Ashton takes the long way home in hopes of fixing his relationshi with you before he drops you off to your old flat, one last time.

Art Student!Ashton - he’s falling apart and it’s his fault.


Cool, right? - Calum’s idea of a family day which kinda turns out as a flop.

Eighth Month - how Calum reacts, especially when you’re on your eighth month of pregnancy.

Insomnia - you have insomnia and forgot to pack your medicine, causing the boys to have a competition on who can make you go to sleep first.

Baby Bump - Calum just really loves perching his hands up your baby bump.

nicotine - based from P!ATD’S song, ‘Nicotine’.

Talk to Me - Calum forgets to go on the date you were really looking forward to since he was drinking beers at Luke’s apartment.

Art Major!Calum - you helped Calum on boosting up his calligraphy skills since he sucks at it and one thing leads to another.

Not Now, Not Ever - Calum suddenly sobers up from his drunken state at the mention of you stating that you’re officially done with his antics.

Late - different writing style I was experimenting with.

“I have no energy to even talk to you.” - Calum cheats.

Good Luck Charm - you’re Calum’s good luck charm.

Masterpiece - Calum does something for your birthday which involves you being the masterpiece.

Weakling - both you and Michael decided to annoy Calum and Ashton at thr gym because why not?

Sweater Paws - he does this thing.

Cooties - he’s really shy around you that it’s like you have them.

Pregnant - slight trigger warning!

Monster - trigger warning!

Broken - he takes his wife which is you, for granted.

Flowers - he stops on giving them, which leads to something else.

History  - he was a complete idiot.

Petty - Calum’s petty.

Body Language - “Just know that I do love you.”

Buzzcut - Calum would get a portion of his hair shaved until it ends up as a buzzcut for every insecurity you would point out. *trigger warning*

Missing - “Hey PA.”

“I’m okay.” -  Calum and Y/N hate each other and Calum takes it too far by blaming Y/N for everything bad in the world during a fight.

Here - *trigger warning*

Here - Calum hates timezones.

No Reason -  plus-sized piece of writing that lives up to its label and shouldn’t be overlooked.

Night! - an upgrade of Period, the request I got for Luke.

Holiday - he’s nervous as fuck.

Late - he left, without a doubt nor an explanation.

Continue - his original plan.

Long Night - song pref.

“Suits you well.” - literally.

“That smells like me.” - stolen shirts.

“No.” - less talk, more sleeping.


Eighth Month - how Luke reacts, especially when you’re on your eighth month of pregnancy.

Okay Then - trigger warning!

Daddy’s Little Princess - Luke lashes out onto his daughter, causing her to cry and make him feel like a shit father.

Twins - You and Luke are twins, and you’re disappointed that he won’t be able to attend to your graduation, but then, he still goes to it nonetheless.

Princess - Luke lashes out and starts a fight with you since you forgot to wash his plaid shirt since you have a fever.

Sneeze - You and your family visits the Hemmings household for the tradition of having dinners in each others’ houses. Luke puts something in a dish that triggers your allergy, and one thing leads to another.

Disneyland - slight smut!

Pregnancy Duties - Luke is sure as hell prepared to be a father.

“I sure as hell won’t.” - Luke refuses to say goodbye and let go of you.

Silent Treatments - Luke hates silent treatments.

“This time, I mean it.” - “By that, you’re hurt.”

“Are these enough?” - “Take care of you, of course. No question ‘bout that love.”

Outcast - you’re the outcast of the school but that was bound to change with Luke striking up a conversation with you.

Crazy - slight smut!

Family - “Welcome to the family.”

Period - you get it unexpectedly while you sleep over at Luke’s, leading into something a little awkward but unforgettable.

Jealous - Luke’s jealous because you’re management team decides on making you fake-date a guy, which is not him.

So Damn Cute - slight smut!

Good Enough - “If I’m not good enough for my own fucking dad Luke, if I cna’t be enough for the one man that was supposed to protect me no matter what, then I will never be enough for you, or enough to make you stay. *somehow triggering*

Mornings - you hate waking up in the mornings without Luke by your side so you throw a little tantrum about it while you’re in the process of convincing him  to stay at home.


Waste The Night - An unplanned trip a year ago was basically what made you and Luke a couple, and for fucks sake, Luke prayed that it won’t end here too.”

Tired - He smirked, “Husband material, don’t mention it. I already know.”

Powder Power - “Just so you know, Lexie told me that I have the powder power.”

Permanent - “You got a tattoo for me?”

Hold On - you start losing people that are very dear to you, loved one after loved one, and you’re afraid that Luke might be too.

Famous Last Words - Luke’s struggling to fulfill his part in his relationship with you while you pretend to not notice until a misunderstanding happens, which may mend what the of you are now.

“Please tell me this isn’t goodbye.” - “I almost thought I actually lost you.”

Surprise - it’s your birthday.

End Of It - fluff in where your husband of more than thirty years, which is Luke, finds your old wedding dress.

The Nice Guy - Luke has a massive crush on you so he constantly goes to the restaurant you’re working in while you deny your feelings for him, but you jealousy prevails when he brings his ‘girlfriend’ for a PR stunt.

Good - Luke makes a way.


Eighth Month - how Michael reacts, especially when you’re on your eighth month of pregnancy.

Get Scared - Michael thought you were the shy and girly girlfriend which he was then proved wrong later on. 

Snorlax - Michael uses Pokemon GO as a valid and a legit reason to barge into your house and confess his feelings for you.

Sex Tape - The boys accidentally find the sex tape you and Michael recorded.

Target - Michael bribes his and your daughter, Elle, with ice cream to not tell you that his daddy lost her in Target, which she adorably failed doing so.

Four A.M. - the first chapter of this fanfic that I originally posted in wattpad.

Mr. Toddles - Your fish that’s very dear to you dies, causing you to cry and Michael misunderstands it as something else.

Lego Blocks - Ex-boyfriend!Michael

Ex-boyfriend!Michael -  Ex-boyfriend!Mikey is in L.A and forgets his keys to his flat in another country, he goes to Y/N, his ex-girlfriend in hopes since she has spare keys.

Enthusiasm -  Michael lacks the enthusiasm Y/N deserves every time he’s with her.

Sexually Frustrated - smut!

Bracelets - one of my favorites. Trigger warning!

“I don’t want her to grow up just yet.” - he really doesn’t want his and yours baby girl too.

His First Fucking Word - “This is a fucking weird family.”

Anytime - you need comfort, Michael supplies.

Brother - “You are so dead. I’m gonna tell mom.”

Together - you’re falling for the person you hate.

“You’re making me love you more.” - Michael adores you.

Pause - inspired by Marshall and Lily from How I Met Your Mother.

“That’s today?” - he forgets your birthday.

“Commitment, bitch.” - Michael carries around his and yours baby girl, carrying her diaper bag and grinning with you. He then completely shuts off someone who made a rude remark about it.

Stellar - Michael adores kids.

Viridian Green - unknown to the public’s eye is how Michael truly is once he’s inside these four walls that he considers as home.

Own You - Michael proves to you that your dyslexia doesn’t own you.

“They reminded me of you.” - tour is finally over.

Maybe - you and Michael are exes, warming up to each other slowly but surely to cope up with the fact that you’re his P.A. And maybe,it was bound to change just because of what he said.

I’m open to the possibility.” - that you don’t love me anymore.

Meant To Be - literally hours before your wedded to Michael.



Baby Names

Bed Love




michael as a dad would include

michael giving hugs

whatever you do, don’t try to imagine michael…

giving michael the silent treatment

dating ashton

yeah but

luke annoying you

fights with michael


imagine Michael groaning out

“It was supposed to be cool.”

Ashton as a dad

ok but imagine this concept

a couple of seconds

after having a fight with calum


yeah but

“Don’t you even dare.”

daddy ashton in the sidelines

calum as a dad

hugging a tired calum

drunk of his ass calum

nights with luke

michael as a dad

stuttering wedding vows


different calum faces

Happy Birthday, Luke! ¾

Happy Birthday, Luke! 2/4

Happy Birthday, Luke! ¼

really happy michael


pouty calum

as per requested

malum lives on forever

hey sunshine

idk why

fluff, i like that shit

really happy luke makes me really happy

this makes me so happy

happy birthday michael

happy birthday michael 2/3

happy birthday michael 3/3

when you know you’ve been right all along

Number Stuff

1. “You don’t know how long I waited for you to burst in those doors and tell that you love me again.” c a l m

2. “She’s beautiful.” c a l m

3. “Fuck you.” c a l m

4. “I wrote a song. And it’s for you.” c a l m

5. “Just please. Just this once. Let me in again in those walls of yours.” c a l m

6. Love Me or Leave Me  c a l m

7. “I’ve grown used to it.” c a l m

8. “It got stuck.” c a l m

9. “Fuck, that’s hot.” c a l m

10. “I can’t help it.” c a l m

11. Always  c a l m

12. “I don’t know what would happen to me if you leave. But I can assure you that I’m not going be the same once you do it.” c a l m

13. “Hey. Wake up.” c a l m

14. “Don’t make me say it.” c a l m

15. The End  c a l m

16. “You made me a promise, daddy. And you broke it.” c a l m

17. “I’m afraid I can’t do that baby girl.” c a l m

18. “Shut up.” c a l m

19. “Sing me to sleep?” c a l m

20. “I’m tired.” c a l m

21. “No matter how much you shut me out, I still love you. And I can’t deny it.” c a l m

22. “Oh my god.” c a l m

23. “I know just the thing, baby.” c a  l m

24. “You’re killing me when you do that.”  c a  l m

25. “What the hell are you doing here?”  c a  l m

26. “No. No. And another fucking no.”  c a  l m

27. “Hey.”  c a  l m

28. “Please?”  c a  l m

29. “She has your eyes.”  c a  l m

30. “This is so sappy I want to cry and kill you at the same time.”  c a  l m

31. “Rubber gloves are just underrated condoms.”  c a  l m

32. I Miss You   c a  l m

33. “Sup homeboy.”  c a  l m

34. “Is that my shirt that you’re wearing?”  c a  l m

35. “Woah. T-that’s hot.”  c a  l m

36. “You should wear my snapbacks more.”  c a  l m

37. “Stop saying that.”  c a  l m

38. “It’s funny. Seeing you again here. Same time, same place.”  c a  l m

39. “Trust me, I tried my best.”  c a  l m

40. Inside Out  c a  l m

41. “It’s so fluffy. I need to stab someone to be punk rock I guess.”  c a  l m

42. “Boo-hoo little bitch.”  c a  l m

43. “I made a playlist. And all of the songs reminded me of you.”  c a  l m

44. “That’s one hell of a good looking pilot.”  c a  l m
45. “You can never be her.”  c a  l m

46. “I’m glad you don’t wear that shit.”  c a  l m

47. “I don’t want to say goodbye. And I never will.”  c a  l m

48. FOOLS  c a  l m

49. “I notice the little things about you. And they make a shit ton of difference.”  c a  l m

50. “Were you just jerking off?  c a  l m

Angst Alphabet


Quote Stuff

don’t make this a flop

- one

Are these what you call recs?




Associated accounts

@im-cool-ask-my-mom (main blog that I barely use, follows and likes come from here)






(don’t even bother finding the other seven)


I’ll redo and probably continue these ones when I sort out everything, promise.

Tattoo Artist!Michael - masterlist

CEO!Calum - masterlist

Gang Leader!Ashton - masterlist

Divorced!Luke - masterlist

Prince!Luke - masterlist

Stupidly in Love - masterlist

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Close to You (M)

You’re pulling our connections expecting me to let you go — but I won’t.

SUMMARY: You had met him when you were seven, but you fell in love with him when you were seventeen. He had been everything you’d hoped a loved one should be; until he left. Now that you’ve reached your twenty-first birthday, you’re thrown into a deal that your parents had made when you were just a kid — and that deal involved marrying the same man who had broken your heart so long ago.

GENRE/WARNINGS: Arranged Marriage!AU, Prince!Yuta — filled with angst, fluff, and smut aka my three favorite things.

WORDS: 24.1k.

A/N: I wrote this idea down in my notes and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since so I decided to bring it to life. I apologize for the excessively long length of this… Once I started writing it I couldn’t stop lmao. But I hope you enjoy it, lovebugs!!!

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Hi I have a request where they meet the MC's parents and see how they insult her I'm sorry if it's a bother I'm so scared to ask for an request you don't have to do it again sorry if it's a bother

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RFA + Minor Trio reacting to a female MC’s parents insulting her



  • Yoosung was already very nervous about meeting your parents; what if he said the wrong thing, what if they didn’t like him, what if he farts by accident and it’s really loud and smelly?
  • All these possibilities were floating around in his brain as he awkwardly shook your dads hand and sat down in the booth.
  • After about three minutes of awkward silence, things began to go well as Yoosung started talking about work as a vet, and bonded with your dad who also happened to play LOLOL.
  • But then you knocked over your drink. There was hardly anything left but it made a small mess getting the napkins wet.
  • Yoosung straight away went to help you but stopped cold when your mother began to shout at you.
  • “You stupid girl! Can you do anything without making a mess? God, sometimes I wonder if I raised a human or monkey.”
  • “You’re lucky your soda didn’t get on my pants. They are worth more than your entire life,” your father spat.
  • Your parents made a huge mistake criticizing you though.
  • Yandere mode: a c t i v a t e d
  • “It was an accident,” Yoosung snarled as his face scrunched up in anger. He stood up straight, glaring down at your parents, who were still clearly agitated, but a little uncomfortable now under Yoosung’s gaze. “How could you treat your own daughter so terribly. We’re in public and everyone can hear how ill-mannered you guys are. I hate to know what you guys are like at home.”
  • He grabbed your arm and purse, and pulled you from the booth, keeping you in front of him and away from your parents as they rose and tried to get you guys to sit back down.
  • “No. You will not come near her, ever again. Not unless you guys learn how to respect her.
  • “I won’t let you touch her again, so heed my warning, don’t come looking for her, he warns.
  • May have also made a comment about your dads guild being shit.
  • In the cab back home, Yoosung frowns as he watches you stare aimlessly out the window with your head pressed against the glass. He could see a glimpse of your reflection and the couple tears that slipped down it. He thought he maybe was a little extreme telling your parents they couldn’t see you again, but as he sees it, you are much better without them anyways.
  • He grins a little when he sees you smile as he wraps his arms around your waist and gently pulls you to him. He rests your back against his chest and keeps you close and steady as the car bumps up and down. He kisses just below your ear and whispers, “I’m always going to protect you. I may look small but I’m fierce.”


  • Oh, hell no.
  • He went through this with his parents so he knows how it feels.
  • Your parents made comments about you holding him back, teased you for your appearance, made fun of your job, called you stupid, pointed out any insecurity you may have.
  • Zen was livid.
  • The second he sees the tear slip down your face he is up and arms, shouting at your parents for being so disrespectful towards you and for dare making such a rude comment about you.
  • If they weren’t at a pub filled with people, Zen may have made a bigger scene then he did, but he didn’t want to embarrass or draw attention to you.
  • He could see you breaking down, so he didn’t want to make things worse.
  • “There is a special place in hell for parents who take pleasure out of making their children feel bad about themselves,” he spits at them, slamming his drink on the table. He tosses some money at a confused bartender and pulls you from the pub, ignoring the shouts from your parents as they demand you to come back.
  • Outside the pub, unable to hold in any of your tears you let out a wretched sob and collapse against Zen’s chest.
  • He coo’s to you gently, wrapping his arms around you and rubbing your back. He nestles his face on the top of your head, and he rocks you back and forth.
  • “I-I’m so sorry, Zen, that was so humiliating, I didn’t think they would do that, and-”
  • What are you apologizing for? This isn’t your fault. And I swear, MC, I will make sure they never insult you again.”
  • You let out a small laugh into his chest. “You can’t do that. They’re my parents.”
  • “I don’t care. That doesn’t give them the right to treat you so poorly.
  • “You know everything they said in there is untrue, right? You don’t hold me back, you’re not pathetic, you’re not stupid. I hope you didn’t believe them for a second.”
  • He took you home after that and asked Jumin for a favor; he needed your parents to get the message that their behavior towards you would not be tolerated. And after Zen explained to Jumin what happened, Jumin was more than willing to help. The two of them drafted a letter with a threat of legal actions if they ever tried to insult you again. It was made very clear it would be marked as harassment.
  • Zen refused to tell you what made your parents stop being cruel to you all of a sudden. He didn’t want you to be upset knowing he decided to take a sort of legal action. But he couldn’t bare to see you so upset like you were at the bar. He was willing to do anything, including talking to the person he hated the most and using money to get rid of a problem.


  • At first, when Jaehee saw how nervous you were after inviting your parents for lunch at the cafe, she thought it had to do with her.
  • Why would you be so nervous about asking your parents over for dinner if it wasn’t that you were somewhat concerned with them meeting her?
  • But then when your parents sat down at the small table by the window and were nibbling at their treats did Jaehee realize just why you were so nervous.
  • Your parents were mean.
  • Every second it seemed they hurled an insult at you, which you just took with a grain of salt.
  • You’d smile and awkwardly laugh, then look at Jaehee and mouth to her it’s fine. You could see Jaehee was getting a little worked up, and Jaehee could see just how you too were becoming unsettled.
  • Jaehee completely lost it after the homophobic remarks.
  • “We brought you so many young and handsome men, and yet you always went for women. I don’t know where I went wrong sometimes.”
  • Your father’s ignorance struck a chord in both of you. You let out an exasperated sigh as you excused yourself, Jaehee quickly following after you.
  • “Why do you stand for this?” she asks, confusion written clearly on her face.
  • You just shrug and try to pass off like it didn’t upset you, but Jaehee could see that it did just that. “They’ve always been like this. You get used to it. Let’s just get this done and then we won’t have to see them until our wedding.”
  • “Will they even come?”
  • Your breath hitched slightly, and you gasped a little when Jaehee left you in the backroom to go back out to your parents. You thought she was going to sit down and just do as you suggested, but you suddenly heard Jaehee snapping at your parents. You came back out from the backroom and watched as Jaehee confronted your parents on their behaviors.
  • “Do you not see how much you upset your daughter? She may take this abuse from you, but I won’t. I am going to ask you politely to please leave our cafe and I suggest that you guys do not come back. You are not welcome here. Not if you’re going to treat my fiance like this.”
  • And with a huff, your parents left.
  • Jaehee sighed as she walked back towards you, gently taking your hand in hers.
  • “I hope I did not upset you just then, but you shouldn’t let them talk to you like that. You don’t deserve it.”
  • “I don’t know, sometimes I think that they might-”
  • “MC,” Jaehee warned, her hand resting on your shoulder tenderly. “You don’t deserve it.”


  • Jumin had booked reservations at the most elegant of restaurants in Korea for meeting your parents.
  • He wanted to make a good impression, and he wanted to them to know how happy he was to be married to their daughter. He wanted your parents to know how happy he was about bringing them into his family.
  • The dinner was going really well until your mother made a crude comment that was enough to make Jumin cough on his wine; “I can only wonder just how good my daughter is in your bed for you to stay married to her. I can not think of a single achievement that would make you want to be with her.”
  • Jumin was very quick to your defense.
  • Though he was incredibly shocked and surprised that any parent would say such an inappropriate thing about their child, he needed to make it very clear to your mother he would not allow her to make such comments, and he would make it very clear just why he married you.
  • “You clearly do not know your daughter very well then. She has achieved very much in her life. And to think you think I would stoop so low as to only marry some for a ‘good bed’, you are dead wrong. I married your daughter for their kind heart, their compassion, their desire to help others, and her beauty. I will not allow you to sit there and insult her. Certainly not after I’ve paid a lot of money to fly you guys here and to have a nice dinner with you. So I suggest you apologize this moment or this dinner will be done, and you can have your bags packed and be ready to leave by the hour. It is your choice.
  • “Oh, and as for our sexual activities since you are so curious; Kitten knows how to please her master well.
  • Both your parents huffed before begrudgingly apologizing. Jumin was about to say something about it not being sincere enough, but you had stopped him, and gave him a small smile.
  • That night you thanked him by the window, the dull light from the moon shining down on you guys,  wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss.
  • “No need to thank me, darling. I am your husband and I will defend you whenever someone does you wrong.”


  • Anger is an understatement.
  • The bubbly 707, Defender of Justice, was gone in a heartbeat the second the first insult came tumbling out of your fathers mouth.
  • Before he could react, your mother was spatting another one, startling you as she snapped.
  • Seven was a little… flabbergasted.
  • What surprised him the most was though you would get startled, you wouldn’t react. You’d just smile and nod your head, keeping your gaze down. Seven let out an exasperated laugh, leaning across the table at the 90’s dinner towards your father.
  • “I’m sorry, but who the hell do you think you are talking to?”
  • Your father rose an eyebrow, taking a bite of his food. “My daughter. I have the right to tell her just how I feel, and if I feel she is being a pig, I’ll say so.”
  • In a heartbeat, Seven grabbed your father’s wrist, twisting it until it made a snapping noise and your father let out a howl. 
  • You were in shock, 
  • Your mother let out a scream.
  • “I don’t think so,” Seven said, a grave tone to his voice. “I’ll tell you this now. If you think you can get away with how you talk to your daughter.” He twisted the wrist a little more, a few more cracking sounds made.You are dead wrong.
  • He released your father’s wrist and laughed as the man writhed in pain. Your father and your mother quickly rush out of the dinner, leaving you and Seven.
  • Seven turned to you, giggling softly as he wrapped his arms around you.
  • “S-Seven, don’t you think that was a bit too much?”
  • “No. I think I should have done a lot more, but we are in public.”
  • “But Seven, they’re my parents-”
  • “Therefore they should treat you with respect. Now come on, let’s enjoy our dinner. We can go home after and have a movie marathon with Saeran! How about that?”
  • You smiled softly, resting your head on Seven’s shoulder, and allowed him to feed you. He was right, you did deserve respect. And you were sure as hell glad you had such a wonderful boyfriend to remind you.


  • V had met your parents before, without you, and they always seemed like wonderful people. So he didn’t understand why you were so upset that he invited them over for dinner.
  • He figured out why as he sat at the table and listened to them spit insult after insult at you.
  • He watched as you tried not to fall apart in front of them, keeping your head high and your gaze on your food.
  • V is not someone to usually show his anger, but it was getting pretty hard to hold it back at this point.
  • You had reached for the salt, yet your hand accidently knocked it over and bits of white got onto the blue cover on the table. It was a small mess, but your parents made a huge deal out of it.
  • “See what I mean? Jihyun, you are better off without her. She’ll bring nothing but hardship.”
  • “Take this from her parents who had to live with her for twenty years. It doesn’t end here.”
  • At that, V watched as you slapped your napkin down on the table and excused yourself, going to the bedroom. He was quick to follow you, closing the door behind him and pulling you towards him.
  • This is why I didn’t want them over, V, all they do is criticize me. Sometimes I think maybe they’re right and I’m as stupid as they say.”
  • V shook his head, brushing the hair out of your face before pulling you back to his chest. “No, you are not stupid. Everything they have said tonight is wrong. Stay here and I’ll be back. We’ll watch a movie together, and I’ll bring some snacks. But first I need to get rid of our guests.”
  • He walked back to the dinning room, a smile on his face though he was ready to tear apart your parents. They asked where you were but he said they didn’t need to know.
  • “As for you guys, I would like you to leave our household. You have disturbed it’s peace and you are no longer welcome. In this household, we respect each other and we love each other. Clearly, you don’t know how to do anything of that, so therefore, you are not welcome here. I’ll ask you one more time to please gather your things and leave.”
  • Your two parents spat a few curses at him but he didn’t care. He just smiled and endured it, showing them to the door and locking it behind them. He then went back to you and cuddled besides you, his blue hair tickling your cheek. For the rest of the night, he worked to remind you just how wonderful you are and just how much he cares for you.


  • For a few moments, he was silent and in shock.
  • For a few moments, he thought he was a child again, back at home where his mother was cruel and abusive and hurled the same insults your parents hurled at you to him.
  • Your parents cruel words did not reach the extent of his mothers. But it was enough to remind him of his mother’s cruel behavior.
  • He was angry. He wanted to scream. He wanted to throw his dinner across the room for god sakes.
  • But then he heard you sniffle. And he look down at you next to him on the couch, and he saw how your head hung pitifully, and a few stray tears slipped down your face.
  • If anything, this was affecting you more than him because these were your parents, not his. And they were treating you terribly.
  • He remembered a time he told you that you would never understand the abuse he endured, but as of now he was realizing that wasn’t particularly true. You did understand to an extent because you have lived through some of it.
  • He thought back to when he would have panic attacks or nightmares about his mother, and you would always comfort him and reassure him that he was safe, loved and protected.
  • He needed to do that for you now; comfort you, and reassure you that you are safe, loved, and protected.
  • But first he had to get you out of this damn house and away from the sorry excuse of your parents.
  • “She is not the problem, you are, you pieces of shit.”
  • The whole room went silent at Saeran’s curse, none of them having expected it from the quiet boy. Of course, none of them would know what a temper Saeran has, and what a small tolerance he has for disrespect and attitude, especially of that towards his girlfriend. No, he went to the dinner dressed in a nice button up, smiled whenever he was spoken too and always responded softly. Was very protective of you, but not overly protective. Just the clingy type. So the sudden bite in his voice and the daggers he was shooting across the room with his mint eyes was enough to startle and threaten everyone.
  • You whispered softly to him, telling him he didn’t need to do this, that it was alright, but he wouldn’t let them talk to you like this. He wouldn’t let them insult you or disrespect you.
  • You never let anyone give him bullshit, and he certainly was not about to let anyone give you it.
  • “How could you say something so horrible to your own daughter? Your suppose to cherish your children, not belittle them.”
  • “She’s our daughter, we can talk to her anyway we want to,” your father said taking a sip of his drink ever so calmly.
  • That was a big mistake.
  • You gasped as Saeran rose from the couch and started to make slow strides to your father, his voice gradually becoming deepers and his eyes squinting. The Unknown in him he works so hard on to hide was coming to light.
  • “You think because she’s your daughter you can treat her like that? You think because you are her father and you her mother you can abuse her?”
  • “We do not abuse-”
  • That is exactly what you do! If you get pleasure out of making your child feel bad about themselves, that makes you abusive. You’re all sick.
  • At this point, Saeran was up in your father’s face, his nose inches away from your fathers who tried to push himself back against the armchair he sat in. Only now did your father start to show a little fear at the boy in front of him.
  • Saerans eyes and voice softened when he felt one of your small hands on his shoulder, and the other take his hand. He turned to look at you, and he could see how pale you were and how read your eyes were. You gave him a small smile and tugged slightly on his arm. You told him you just wanted to go home.
  • He nodded, gave a final glare to your parents and lead you out the door with a tight grip on your hand.
  • The whole car ride was silent. Saeran was furious just listening to you trying to choke back sobs. You thought he was going to take you home but he surprised you by pulling into the parking lot of the ice cream parlor. Saeran let out a sigh before turning to you, his body moving awkwardly in the small confinement of the car. He reached over to gently cup your cheek, yous thumb stroking just beneath your eye.
  • “I… I apologize for my behavior. I was no better.”
  • You let out a small laugh, placing your hand against his own your cheek. “What are you talking about? You were sticking up for me. I’m so grateful for that. No one has ever stuck up to them for me before,” you say, your voice cracking. It was painful for Saeran to hear. He bent down to gently kiss you, letting his lips linger there before he pulled back slightly and whispered against your lips;
  • “I’ll never let anyone hurt you. I’ll never let anyone be ill mannered towards you. What do you always tell me? That you’d walk the entire earth just to make me happy?
  • I’d do the same for you in a heartbeat.


  • Appalled.
  • It was supposed to be a nice dinner where Vanderwood could meet your parents.
  • You guys had gone to your favorite restaurant.
  • But everything went downhill fast.
  • Vanderwood is not someone to usually show their emotions, if ever, but from the first insult your parents hurled at you his blood was boiling.
  • He was willing to stay quiet after you put your hand on his thigh beneath the table to calm him down.
  • When he looked towards you and saw the sad smile on your face, he could tell you were used to this, and that just angered him even more.
  • You deserved respect, especially from your parents. You were their daughter for christ sakes. Why would they be so cruel to you?
  • It was the comment on how you were a disappointment, and the single tear that slipped down your face that made him snap.
  • Without a word, he just took your hand in his and pulled you away from the table. When your parents starting asking where you guys were going, he just turned to look at them and spatted, “We are going home.”
  • “Why?”
  • “So I can make sure you daughter realizes everything that you have said tonight is bullshit, and she does not deserve this treatment.”
  • The whole ride home was silent. Vanderwood’s fingers curled tightly around the wheel, and he would fiercely turn and speed up whenever he felt a sudden bit of anger. Back at home, he sat you down on the couch and went to make you tea. When he got back, he sighed as he saw you quickly wiping away your tears.
  • He sat besides you and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you towards him. His leather hands playing with your hair soothingly, and his lips pressed against your hairline.
  • He felt now wasn’t the time to talk, but just the time to hold you and keep you warm and comforted. That’s what you needed after what you endured at that dinner.
  • When he felt the time was right, as he kissed up your neck to your cheek, he whispered against your skin, turning you towards him slightly. “For every mean word they said to night, I’ll replace with a kind one. Bare with me though, this isn’t easy. I’m not used to this.
  • “You are not stupid. You are intelligent. You are the smartest woman I have ever met.
  • “You are not ugly. You are beautiful. Your beauty outshines a blooming rose.
  • “You are not useless. You are worth so much. I can not imagine a life without you.
  • “You are not a disappointment. You are so, so far from that. You make me proud every day with how you stand tall and smile through everything.
  • “I don’t hate you. I love you. That is why I married you.
  • You smiled, moving your hands to go into his long, auburn hair, tugging slightly so you could pull his lips to yours.
  • You cuddled into his chest and laughed slightly as you listened to his heart beat. “You didn’t have to do that, honey. Though you blush, I can see you cringing.”
  • Vanderwood snorted, patting your back gently. “It’s worth the cringe to tell you just how much you mean to me.”
  • Cringed again.
  • But he really loves you so it’s ok.


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PAIRING: jeon jungkook x reader

GENRE: fluff, friends to lovers au, internet friends au, university au



A/N: i am taking requests rn so thank you for submitting one!! this is too cute i absolutely loved it and definitely got carried away while writing it:))))

SUMMARY: Despite the numerous teasings, you were remained oblivious when it came to Jungkook’s crush.



@pinkpieeg said: Are you taking request right now? Sorry if not. Can u do a Jungkook one shot that he is finally meeting his online friend that he knew for 2 years & he developed feelings for her.



“Welcome to Seoul~!”

You became acquainted with Jungkook through Taehyung, who was your childhood friend whose house neighbored yours. Often, you and Taehyung would find yourselves in trouble due to his many mischievous ideas that always resulted in being scolded. Despite the torture he put you through, the many nicknames he addressed you by because of your short stature and young age, Taehyung was the reason why your childhood was eventful and full of joyous moments. Taehyung was the person you would call at night when the bickering of your parents got too severe; he would wait outside your window for you. Tae was the first person you told what grade you received on your final exam, and he would be proud of you either way. Taehyung had always been there for you, so whenever he requested a favor in return, you had to accept. That so called “favor” would result in two years of laughter as you studied in America.

You first met Jungkook whenever Taehyung was introducing you to the members of BTS, the group he was going to debut with. You and Jungkook were the exact same age, yet so different in multiple ways. He was childish and attempting to simply get through school to focus on BTS, while you were at the top of everyone at your school, and planning on graduating early. You had been mature since your parents’ fights began, which explained why you primarily maintained the many chores located throughout the house that your father, the parent who spent the majority of his time home, did not care for. Jungkook seemed so immature at the time, and you did not understand how someone so wild and carefree was going to last in the spotlight with his bold and childlike personality.

Despite your childhood, you graduated early and planned on attending a local community college so that you were given the opportunity to stay close to Tae. When your best friend discovered said plans, he asked you to complete a favor for him; that favor just so happened to lead you almost six thousand miles away from his voice and presence. He had requested you to attend university in Los Angeles, California, where a private and challenging college accepted your résumé. Although you disliked the thought of being so far from home, you moved across the world to pursue Tae’s dreams that quickly became your own. You cried when your plane was boarding, expressing feelings of regret as Taehyung wished you luck and stated that he would be waiting in Seoul for your return. You would discover later that Taehyung sobbed the entire trip back to the dorms, wishing he had never suggested the thought.

Your first few months were an overall detriment to your health, having had no friends at the time and feeling utterly alone. But soon you became acquainted with a few students located in your dormitory, and they accepted you with all of your flaws. Frequently, you would find yourself off campus exploring the city with those friends, becoming better at being so far from home than you ever anticipated. You would often post online about your adventures which spanned from attending a class in clothes that did not belong to you, to eating at a diner with friends. You kept your promise to contact Taehyung every night in some way, frequently sitting on your bed awaiting him to answer your video chat call. One night, rather than Tae, Jungkook answered that call confused and grouchy. Turns out, you had interrupted his nap, and he was not happy with you the slightest bit.

Now there you were, standing in the airport hugging your childhood neighbor en route to surprise Jungkook, your best friend.

“Are you nervous?” Taehyung grinned warmly as he lugged your suitcase around effortlessly, acting as if the heavy thing did not phase him the slightest bit.  You nodded, smiling as you stayed close to Taehyung to avoid the circus-like crowd that surrounded you.  You had never been a fan of large groups, which explained why you rarely attended Taehyung’s concerts even when you were still residing in Seoul.  You would much rather stay home and watch the livestreams, cheering from your room and posting messages for the others doing the same as you, to see.  Taehyung did not mind, understanding that you would be by his side for every important event that he needed someone like you to attend. “The boys are stoked to see you; Jungkook is beginning to question what the commotion is about.”

You laughed, “Is he suspicious at all?” Taehyung would shake his head, not responding as you clutched tightly onto his arm as the crowd only worsened as he lead you outside of the airport.  He had not been spotted on his way, but someone present in the airport had shared a picture of him waiting and complete chaos broke out.  Fans are well aware that you are simply Tae’s close friend, but that does not stop them from messaging you words of hatred and jealousy.  For the most part, you ignore their remarks and focus on the grand picture, which is completing the last year of university so that you can permanently return to Seoul.  A squeal escaped your lips as someone pushed into you, attempting to get closer to Taehyung without having realized that you were attached to him.

Luckily, the Daegu boy who you loved dearly was not going to watch his friend being pushed around. Taehyung would securely wrap his arm around you, pushing through the crowd which gave the hint to the cheery fans that he had somewhere to be, and respectively, the crowd swarmed away. You were in shock of how mature and calm the many fans seemed, wishing the both of you a safe ride home and to enjoy your trip. You would not realize why they had acted so kindly until Taehyung mentioned how scared and intimidated you appeared when surrounded by the horde of others you were not acquainted with.

“Hide in here; I will tell Jungkook that I need to talk to him in private about something which he will expect to be surrounding Jin’s upcoming birthday, but in reality you will be here!” Hoseok grinned warmly while explaining what the boys had planned. You nodded in response, watching as Hoseok was quickly whisked away into a random conversation occurring outside of the office. You allowed a quiet sigh to escape your lips, your heart pounding speedily in your chest as you awaited the moment when you would be reunited with Jungkook; this time much different from the others. You struggled between the idea of sitting or standing, hiding or standing in plain sight. After all, the memory that would soon be cherished for a lifetime needed to be perfect, and you worried that all of the preparations would go to waste if you disappointed the boys. You listened carefully as Yoongi spoke of the dinner Jin had concocted, sneakily stating that there was an extra serving. You in the end would come to the conclusion that despite where you stood Jungkook would be happy, so you continued to pace around the room.

The minutes appeared as if they lasted a lifetime, and you wondered if the boys would actually surprise Jungkook or leave you in the office forever. You tugged at the end of your hoodie that matched Jungkook’s, pondering if your attire was too casual. You were still dressed in comfortable clothing that was fit for the torturous flight you had been on merely an hour ago. Jungkook was likely to be residing in an outfit way more extravagant than your own, and the thought did not bother you being that he always seemed to outdo you. Rarely you attempted to challenge his appearance and competitive personality. You ran your hand through your hair as you peered around the studio, noticing a few things that you had only observed through a computer screen. The studio housed songs that are now played internationally, and you grinned while reminding yourself how lucky you were.

After an eternity of waiting, you finally heard Hoseok request to talk to Jungkook, who sounded awkward and completely out of place. You believed that he was not used to being called out in the middle of dinner, which would make sense due to the boys all typically staying in their seats once they had taken them. You placed your hands on top of your chest, making an effort to calm your nerves that had suddenly crashed upon you with the realization that Jungkook would be standing feet away from you rather than thousands of miles. Your heart would suddenly pick up the pace more than it had that entire trip, and you froze observing the doorknob attached to the door separating you from Jungkook as it began to turn. You would cover your mouth with your hands and lack words as a whole as Jungkook’s eyes widened.

“Y/N!” Jungkook shouted cheerily, facing the boys once again who stood crowding around him to watch his reaction. Jungkook stood at a loss for words as he struggled to find an expression that would reveal how ecstatic he felt. Hoseok would be the one to break the laughter and bring words to the situation, chuckling while stating that friends hug one another when they are reunited. Jungkook would smile, his cheeks reddening as he nodded before agreeing and walking over to you with his bunny grin. You would also be blushing, covering the majority of your face as Jungkook tightly wrapped his arms around you. Due to the height difference, Jungkook would be making remarks based off how your online presence makes it appear as if you are taller than reality. He was simply attempting to cover up the awkward energy the both of you shared despite being best friends.

“Was this your idea?” Jungkook questioned, your bodies separating. You understood that a less tense hug would occur once you were not being watched by the members. You would glance in the direction of the others, noticing how they all stood wearing giddy smiles.

“The vast majority, but the boys helped me phenomenally. None of this would have been possible if Taehyung hadn’t encouraged me to work more hours to afford a plane ticket, and if the older boys did not send me your schedule. I just so happened to be the lucky one who gets to be home with you guys instead of stressing over work and being locked in my dorm,” you smiled, and the boys all cooed excitedly. You were not good at expressing yourself audibly, so stating your appreciation and joy easily caused a ruckus to begin throughout the audience observing your movements.

“So cute~!” Taehyung squealed before Jin took ahold of his arm.

“Yes, and since this is their first time interacting face to face as best friends, we must allow them to talk to one another in private. Dinner is getting cold, so if we must, let us go eat so they may converse!” Jin grinned and nodded at Jungkook before you, leading all of the boys outside of the office. You frequently pondered what you would express to Jungkook in person when it was just the two of you, but in the actual situation you were at a loss for words. You giggled while using one of your hands to cover the lower half of your face, feeling slightly embarrassed in the presence of Jungkook with the door closed. The room was soundproof, which meant you could say anything you wished and no one else would discover it unless you told them. You just simply did not know how to state those words you could not say in front of the others.

“Shall I begin?” Jungkook chuckled, sneakily wiping the palms of his hands on his jeans which helped you realize that he was just as nervous. You giggled and nodded, not mentioning the action he had done knowing it would build the wall of tension higher. Jungkook took a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours which felt more comfortable than any other thing that had happened throughout the day. You smiled while removing your hand that protected you, placing your hands in front of you shyly. “I am overwhelmed, but overjoyed that you are here, right in front of me. It is crazy that I can physically touch you rather than a computer screen. I promise to ensure that this trip is the best visit home ever, and I will make sure of it!”

Jungkook continued, “thank you.  For more than just surprising me here; you helped me realize that distance does not make a friendship, that dedication and devotion do.  That actions speak more than words; for example, whenever I text you sorry for not making our tradition video call, calling you and apologizing means more than that text. Thank you for making me feel more confident in just about everything; nobody compliments me nearly as many times as you do.” You laughed, your cheeks slightly reddening as you nodded. The room was becoming more easygoing as Jungkook spoke, which helped with a lot of your nerves. “I love you endlessly, and I cannot express that enough. I apologize for being so inconsiderate lately, I was not aware that you were planning on spending your break with me rather than in another country. I would have been more loving if I knew said fact.”

You laughed, Jungkook holding out his arms once more and waddling over to you. His personality remained the same, which reminded you that he understands you. Jungkook comfortably wrapped his arms around you, not letting you go so swiftly like he had earlier. You smiled, hiding your face in his chest as you clutched onto the fabric of his loose shirt. Jungkook’s hand moved up and down your back, which eased the rest of your tension, leaving you calm rather than anxious. You shyly removed your body from Jungkook’s, watching as his eyes squinted up at your reaction. You had guy friends back in California, and you obviously did when you were younger and still residing in Seoul, but Jungkook was completely different and you did not fully comprehend why. You tried to remind yourself he is just a normal friend, but your mind desired to think otherwise.

“Jungkookie,” you breathed, smiling as your eyes met his after you peered down at your hands. You heard the chaos of the boys occurring just outside the studio door, which was nice because you knew they were not listening to whatever you had to say. You took a deep breath and Jungkook chuckled. “Time zones will be our biggest hurdle for the next year, but hopefully the time will pass quickly and soon I will be here permanently. I understand that you will not, however, being that you live a life that is based on traveling and expressing yourself through music. Hopefully on those trips like you have in the past, you will not forget me and simply strive to see me again. I want to thank you for not yelling at me to leave due to not being able to contact you as often.”

“You were fearing that?” Jungkook’s eyes widened, and you embarrassingly covered your face with your hands while nodding. Jungkook chuckled while standing without knowing how to reply, the thought being more unimaginable than you had expected. Jungkook took ahold of your wrists, gently tugging at them to remove your hands from your face that he admired. He smiled, peering into your eyes while making sure you did not gaze away. At the time, he despised the thought of you thinking otherwise. “I understand that you are busy and a student, so there is no reason to ever believe I would not accept your visit. Plus it would be rude of me to being that you spent money on coming here. Just a little insight, I am going to spoil you while you are here because you deserve it for putting up with me and the hyungs. Even if you disagree—“

“Jungkook, no~!” You whined, disliking the idea of Jungkook spending money on you. He had done enough in your opinion, and you did not favor the thought of him doing anything more than what he does currently. Jungkook chuckled, his heart beginning to beat unsteadily as you clearly did not enjoy his idea of treating you. He chuckled as you grabbed the fabric of his shirt, tugging at it lightly to show that you were serious about how you were not going to comply to his idea. “I brought plenty of money and I saved for a long time; you do not need to buy me anything!”

Jungkook smiled, “people who enjoy someone’s company need to pay for whatever the other wishes.”

Time passed quickly the first night you spent with the boys, and you found yourself ecstatic to spend two weeks with them rather than locked in your dorm. You bonded with Namjoon during dinner over your love for trivia, and with Jin over cooking. Dinner was spent simply getting more familiar with the members you were not too knowledgable about, which was a lot less awkward than you first anticipated. You sat between Taehyung and Jungkook, both of them adding a lot of jokes into the conversation. Taehyung told the story of you being terrified of the amount of fans present at the airport, and all of the boys cooed instead of laughing. They were all together a lot more friendly than anyone would expect, and they all offered to spend their nights in someone else’s room so you could have your own. When it came to discussing where you would be sleeping, you had no clue being that you never pondered that. When you suggested getting a hotel room Taehyung was strictly against it, and now you were shyly allowing the boys to bicker over who you were staying with in which room.

“She came here to see Jungkook primarily, so they should stay in the same room!” Yoongi laughed and the boys all stopped shouting and silently agreed. You faced Jin to thank him for probably the eighth time for the dinner he prepared, and Jin squinted his eyes at you and shook his head. He was not in favor for all of the compliments, although you truly meant them being that you had not had authentic Korean food in months. You grinned faintly at nodded, and that was when you remembered that you had a present for each of the boys. You were going to spend two weeks with them, so you felt obliged to thank them in some way. Of course you did not know the others well, but Jungkook unknowingly helped you get an idea of their likings.

“I have gifts for you,” you stated, and all attention was directed to you. You excused yourself from the table before walking over to your suitcase and opening it to grab the small presents sprawled across the top layer. Smiling as you turned on your heel, the boys realized that there were exactly seven and began cheering. Your cheeks reddened as you passed out each of the presents, receiving a meaningful thank you from each of the boys. You took your seat again, and Jungkook nudged you before speaking.

“Are these specific to our beings or do we all get the same thing?” Jungkook chuckled, and you rolled your eyes at his question. You had always been impatient, and you understood he was only asking so that you would get annoyed. Jungkook laughed at the glare you sent him, thanking you once more before unwrapping the gift.


“Do I look cute?” Jungkook giggled as you adjusted the wire glasses you had gifted him on his nose.  You shyly giggled and nodded, Jungkook’s eyes locked on yours.  You were sure the rest of the boys had fallen asleep by now, but due to your jet lag you struggled.  Jungkook just so happened to decide to stay up with you rather than sleeping.  “That is my main objective — looking cute for you.  Thank you for the gift, surprising me here, and ignoring me during dinner.” Jungkook chuckled, winking at you.  You covered your mouth, feeling embarrassed for both you and Jungkook.  You were aware that you were not completely focusing on Jungkook and speaking to the hyung line, but Jungkook acted as if it did not bother him.  If you would have known before that he would have gotten so jealous, you would have added him to the conversation.

“Sorry Kookie, I did not know you were the jealous type,” you giggled, and Jungkook shrugged.  He did not seem too affected by you ignoring him, but you understood that you did come home to spend time with him rather than the others.  Your eyes met Jungkook’s once again, and you noticed how his had not moved away from you.  You felt a blush appearing on your cheeks, and Jungkook grinned while resting his chin on his elbow.  You both sat on his bed facing one another, and it was a bit weird at first being that the only ever boy who you had slept in the same room with was Taehyung.  In fact, you were inexperienced in a lot of ways, and Jungkook slightly intimidated you because you knew that he was not.  You grinned before speaking, “Stop staring, it is rude.  Nobody likes someone staring at them.”

“I can not help it!  When I see something beautiful my eyes lock in place.”

“Jungkookie!” You whined, hunching over and covering your face with your hands.  Jungkook often did compliment you, but in person it was completely different.  When it came to talking over video chat, you could focus the camera on something rather than you, but in person there was no running.  Jungkook chuckled gleefully, and you felt your heart pounding in your chest.  You did not know how to respond in a situation in which your best friend complimented you like you were more.  You were positive your face was completely red by this point, caused by his compliment and possible flirting. You did not even know if he was flirting; you had never experienced it, or at least you never cared to listen or pay attention. “Jungkookie you can not do this to me!”

“I have been trying to send you hints all day,” Jungkook stated and your eyes widened. You sat up straight, and Jungkook adjusted your hair so it did not cover your face. His cheeks were lightly flushed, and you could not help but smile due to how adorable Jungkook appeared. He removed his hands from you once he was done, placing them in front of him. You bit your tongue as Jungkook continued what you assumed was his confession. “The boys all stood at the door because I told them that whenever you would visit that I would state my feelings. Jin made them leave because he saw how tense we both were, and he understands. I said a hint that you did not understand! At dinner I was jealous because the other boys were making you smile and laugh the way that I do. Now I am just speaking out my feelings because you did not get anything.”

“I feel like an idiot.”

“A cute idiot who is so innocent that they can not comprehend my advances,” Jungkook smiled.


Hello’s and Goodbye’s

[ shaun murphy x reader ]

a/n: i’m actually obsessed with the good doctor like oh my g o d also sorry if this sucks i’m trying my best pls love me :’) (side note: i know shaun doesn’t answer questions and stuff but like… i wrote this before the episode aired and i had no idea how to rewrite it in a way that was decent so overlook that please ANYWAY ENJOY!!)

word count: 2.1k (holy moly)

You let out a resonant groan as you entered the parking lot, realising you’d forgotten your umbrella at home. The minuscule problem only adding to the plethora of conundrums you experienced that morning.

For starters, you slept through your alarm and hardly time to get ready for work, making you practically race to get to the hospital on time. This, of course, led you to getting pulled over by an officer, who was seemingly waiting to catch you going 70 in a 55. Despite your pleads for him to not write you up, he couldn’t have cared less about your predicament, leaving you with a fat fine to death with. All of that obviously had made you late. You just prayed that you could go without seeing Dr. Melendez and Dr. Andrews – seeing as they are the only two that would give you a hard time for being late.

“Melendez is going to kill me,” you mutter along with a few other obscenities as you exited your car.

The pouring rain drenched you in a matter of seconds as you dashed through the parking lot. You made a mental note to buy one to keep in your car at all times. As you neared the front door of the building, you noticed a man. He was tall and just as soaked as you, pacing back and forth nervously. But despite your curiosities about the stranger, you unfortunately had no time to stop and chat.

“Excuse me, miss,” the boy asked as you walked past him. His eyes never leaving the glass doors of the hospitals entrance.

So much for not talking, you thought to yourself. “Yes?

“I–I just, I need to…” he said anxiously, stumbling over his words. The man lifted his eyes to meet your’s as he trailed off, only keeping his gaze there briefly before looking at everything but you. “There is a patient, a little boy, who needs an echocardiogram. I need to find him; the doctors won’t listen. His heart–It’s his heart–”

You cut him off as the stranger begins to ramble, you eyebrows furrowing at he hastiness of his tone. “Hey, I’m sure everything’s okay,” you assured the worried man. “I promise you, we have some of the best doctors San Jose has to offer, he’s in good hands–”

“It’s critical that I find him. I need to get in that hospital. He’ll die if he doesn’t get the echocardiogram, and no one’s listening to me,” he elaborates. The man didn’t raise his voice in the slightest, which surprises you. But his words quickened in urgency and his hands gestures become flustered.

You sighed, momentarily debating on if you really want to be any later to work than you already were. You’re sure if you refuse his entrance, the man will only protest more. So you decide to take a leap of faith, hoping he isn’t a complete psycho. “Come with me.”

As the two of you sped down the many corridors of the hospital, you looked at the stranger, sending him a kind smile. “Uh, I didn’t catch a name earlier…” you trail off.

“I’m Dr. Shaun Murphy.”

“You’re a doctor?” you quiz and he simply nods. “Why were you kicked out then?”

“When I suggested the boy needed the echocardiogram, a doctor had a security guard remove me from the building. She yelled at me for trying to help. I don’t think she was having a great morning.”

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, immediately knowing he was describing your best friend. “That must’ve been Dr. Browne. She can get rather tense when days get hectic like this,” you explain.

“But anyway, I’m–” You were interrupted in your introduction as you pushed one of the doors open, suddenly face to face with Claire and Melendez. 

“We were just coming to find you,” she says to Shaun through her surgical mask.

He looks back at you and you give him a tightlipped smile, silently telling him “good luck.


You didn’t expect to see Shaun again. As lunchtime rolled around, you practically forgotten about him. Your morning was spent with you in the O.R., which meant you had no time to think about anything else but the surgery at hand, let alone the cute stranger you’d met that morning.

You settled for a bottled water and an apple, hoping that’ll tie you over until the afternoon. Claire had texted you earlier and told you to meet her in the locker room at lunch and that it’s about “very urgent business.” That obviously meant it was probably about Jared.

As you start your journey to the locker room, a familiar voice stops you in your tracks.

“Dr. (Y/N)!”

You turn around and see Shaun standing, and as you meet his eyes he looks down at his tray. The smile that tugs at your lips couldn’t be contained even if you tried to stop it. You walk over to his table and sit down at the seat across from him. Claire will just have to wait.

“Hello, again! Uh, how did you know–”

“Dr. Browne told me,” Shaun cuts you off, already knowing what you were going to ask. A subtle grin takes over his lips as he says as his eyes stay glued to his hands, “She also told me to tell you that she appreciates that you let me in, but to not to do it again.”

You giggle at his statement. The beautiful noise made him grin.

“Sounds like something she’d say…” you trail off with a redolent smile. “Did you need something, Dr. Murphy?”

“No, I–I just wanted to properly thank you for letting me in earlier. The guard was very adamant about never letting me in the hospital again.”

You let out another laugh, and Shaun wonders how a mere sound can make someone so happy. Your laugh reminds him of the voice of angels and it puts butterflies in his stomach.

“Don’t worry about it, that kid is alive now because of you.” 

Shaun glances up to meet your gaze, keeping his eyes there longer than before. For the first time, you realise how blue his eyes are. The icy cerulean reminds you of glaciers and winter skies.”

“You’re staring,” Shaun apprises, knocking you out of your thoughts. Although he didn’t say it in a reprimanding way you can’t help the burning sensation that makes it’s way to your cheeks, turning them a light red. And much to your dismay, he was no longer looking at you.

“Sorry, I, uh–I got distracted.”

“It’s okay,” he comforts, fiddling with his thumbs. “Would you like to–”

The ding-ing of your phone cuts him off. You retrieve the device out of your jacket pocket, seeing another text from Claire.

from: claire <3
get down here asap!! i have an embarrassing yet super hilarious story i need to tell someone so i feel less bad about myself!!

You grin and type out a quick response. Looking back up at the doctor, you see he’s already staring back at you. And as he’s done so many times before, he looks away as your gaze meets his.

“I’m sorry, Dr. Murphy, but I need to go. Claire needs me for something,” you slide out of the wooden cafeteria chair. “But I’ll see you around?”

He nods.

“See you,” you wave from over your shoulder with a smile as you make your way out of the cafeteria.

“See you,” he responds back even though you were already halfway down the hallway, his response completely inaudible to your ears.


“Where were you?” Claire asks with her mouth full of food as you entered the locker room.

“I was in the cafeteria talking to Dr. Murphy,” you tell her. You sit down in front of the curly headed girl on the bench opposite her. “He’s weird, but he’s nice. I like him.”

“Melendez told me that’s the kid Dr. Glassman is fighting for, you know, to get a job here. The one with autism and savant syndrome.”

You let out a gasp in realisation and Claire continues. “Yeah, apparently tomorrow he has to give a speech to the board about why he should get a job here. Melendez and Andrews are completely against it.”

“Somehow that doesn’t surprise me,” you remark. Those two doctors are some of the biggest pains in the entire hospital. “I hope he gets it. Dr. Murphy is a fantastic doctor and I heard he did fabulous surgery today.”


Claire nods and wipes the crumbs from her mouth to respond, “Yeah, he found the abnormality in Adam’s heart in, like, a millisecond, and neither of us even knew it was there,” she reported before letting out a short laugh. “And when he left, Dr. Melendez was like ‘Autism is a mental condition characterised by difficulty in communicating and using language and abstract concepts. Does it sound like I’m describing a surgeon?’”

You let out a chuckle at her attempt to impersonate her boss. “Why is he the worst person I’ve ever met?”

“Because he stopped getting laid,” Claire joins along in your giggle fit. “I heard from Jared the Jessica found him texting other girls and won’t have sex with him for ‘punishment,’” she puts air quotes around the latter word.

You smirk. “Speaking of Jared, what embarrassing yet super hilarious thing happened between the two of you,” you inquire, using the same words she used in the text.

“How did you know it was about Jared?” she asked with a furrowed brow

“Because it’s always about Jared!” you exclaimed jokingly, causing her to throw a piece of her lunch at you that you just barely dodged. “And if it isn’t about Jared, it’s about Grey’s Anatomy, and I know you haven’t been watching it because you’re always with Jared.”

Claire rolls her eyes, although she knows everything you said is completely true. She continues to lament about a doctor almost catching her and Jared in bed. And although you’ve almost completely tuned her out, the bright smile on her face as she talks about her new beau is enough to make you grin.


It’s going on 9 p.m. when you’re ready to leave. Normally, you get off around four or five, but you decided to catch up on the paperwork you didn’t finish when you were late that morning (and then some). The rain is still as strong as it was when you first got to the hospital.

Shaun was sitting by the door in the waiting room chairs. He was by himself, fidgeting with his umbrella as he stared off into nothing. Although he was blankly looking off into the hospital, you knew his mind was probably racing with thoughts. You neared closer to him and his eyes lit up as he noticed your presence. He stood to greet you.

“Hello,” you say for almost the billionth time to him that day. “You almost ready to head out?” 

He nods, looking at the forrest green coloured umbrella in his hands. There is a moment of silence before he decides to speak again, “I noticed you didn’t have an umbrella when I saw you this morning, so I thought I’d wait for you so you wouldn’t have to get wet.”

The beaming smile that tugged at your lips couldn’t be stopped, although you tried secrete it by biting your lip. Your heart swells at the kind act. “You didn’t have to do that! How long have you been waiting?”

“An hour and three minutes, I was counting the seconds to pass time,” he explained and you inwardly ‘awe’ at how completely and utterly adorable he was.

“Well, thank you for waiting. Do you want to…?” you trailed off pointing towards the door.

He nodded and once you’re outside, he opens the umbrella. It wasn’t exactly wide enough for the two of you to fit under comfortably. You had to squeeze tightly, shoulder to shoulder to insure neither of you would get wet from the rain. 

The walk is completely silent aside from the pitter-patter of droplets that hit against the umbrella. It wasn’t the weird, awkward silence that often came when people had nothing to say; it was comfortable and nice. Neither of you said anything because there was nothing to say. Forcing conversation would only make it weird for the both of you.

“This is me,” you tell him, pointing to your car. The two of you stopped at the driver side door, you turned to face him. “Thank you for walking me.”

“You’re welcome,” Shaun replies with a smile, looking up at the night sky.

“I hope you get this job, tomorrow,” you tell him wholeheartedly. “You deserve it more than most of the people here.”

He nods as you get into your car.

“See you,” you say with a smile before shutting the car door and driving off.

Shaun stays in the spot for a bit after you leave. He’d only known you for a few hours and you’d already shown him more kindness than anyone in his entire life, really. The doctor stands there, admiring the rain that falls around him. His eyes follow the red lights of your car as it leaves the parking lot. 

“See you.”

My Tall Boyfriend // Kim Yugyeom

Originally posted by choijaes

Pairing: Yugyeom x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary//Request: smalliemichelle99 said: Hi admin!! I love you scenarios, so can I request for a Yugyeom scenario where he introduce his girlfriend to the members and they tease him for the height difference cause she is so short?? THANKS IN ADVANCE ADMIN.

“Are you sure I look okay? I don’t look too stupid right? Are they all going to be there when we go in?” you asked Yugyeom nervously as you struggled to keep up with his pace while you were both en route to GOT7 dorms.

“Stop worrying jagiya, you never look stupid! You know that I think you always look cute” he cooed into your face as he tugged on your hand, pulling you closer into him. His loving affections were beautiful, but it didn’t stop the lump from forming in your throat.

You met Yugyeom around 8 months ago by chance in the convenience store that you worked part time in. He was buying ridiculous amounts of ice-cream and snacks, trying to juggle them all in his arms as he waddled towards you at the cash register. Of course, you knew who he was the moment you seen him – you would have been living under a rock if you didn’t, but you couldn’t believe that he was in your store. You played it cool, not acting like a typical fan girl as he set all of his things down on the counter for you to scan them. When you told him the total, you saw him rummaging around in his backpack and pockets, obviously looking for his wallet before donning a face that you seen very frequently. The look of “Oh shit, I forgot my wallet”.

“Uh…I’m really sorry but I forgot my wallet to pay for all of this. I’ll just go and put it back” he said, red faced and embarrassed as the people behind him in the queue began to get impatient. You sighed, feeling totally sorry for him and knowing that he was very obviously telling the truth.

“It’s okay, I can spot you this time. Just come by later and pay it, okay?” you smiled sweetly as you pulled out some money from your own purse which was under the counter. Yugyeom looked at you wide eyed, thankful but still mortified. When he returned a few hours later to pay you, the rest of GOT7 had persuaded him to ask you for your number – to which he bravely chanced his luck, and of course, you gave it to him willingly. Now, 8 months later, you were proud to call him your boyfriend; and today he wanted to finally introduce you to his older brothers. You were extremely apprehensive. Would they like you? Would they see you for who you are, rather than just another girl who was a fan?

You arrived at the dorms, going through the back entrance with Yugyeom. As he punched in the security code to open the door, you heart started thumping so loudly that you were sure the whole world could hear it. Before opening the door, Yugyeom turned round to you, towering over your frame before pulling you in close and hugging you tightly.

“Don’t worry (Y/N), I promise you that everything will be fine. They will love you, okay?” he whispered as he placed a small, chaste kiss on top of your forehead, making you smile a little before looking up at him and blinking cutely, giving him a pout that you knew he never could resist. He ruffled your hair a little, before opening the door and stepping in before you, pulling you behind him and closing the door behind the both of you.

“We’re here!” Yugyeom called out as both of you took your shoes off and placed them on the rack. You wanted to keep your eyes on the floor as you heard footsteps coming towards the two of you.

“The maknae is back!” Jackson shouted as he ran up and gave Yugyeom a massive bear-like hug, not even noticing you as you stood back and let them have their moment together.

“So? Where is she man? Didn’t you say you were bringing her back with you?” Jackson questioned Yugyeom as he pulled away from the hug. Yugyeom turned around and looked down at you, motioning for you to come forward.

“She’s here! Jackson this is (Y/N), (Y/N) meet Jackson~” Yugyeom said, his voice sounding a little nervous now that he was actually introducing you. Jackson looked behind him, before looking down at your face and widening his eyes as he looked at both of you standing together.

“Is that Yugyeom with his girl?” you heard a voice call out from the kitchen, before watching  the rest of the boys walking in one after the other, seeing you, Yugyeom and Jackson standing and staring at each other. For a brief moment, everyone stood staring at the both of you, one very obvious thing on everyone’s minds.

“It’s nice to meet you (Y/N), I’m Jaebum” Jaebum spoke first, stepping forward and nearly bending down to shake your hand. You smiled and shook his hand back politely, trying to not move any further away from Yugyeom as the rest of the boys introduced themselves to you and shook your hand.

“It’s great to finally meet Gyeomies girl! Aigooooo, look at you both. But isn’t it awkward?” BamBam asked innocently, the rest of the boys snapping their heads around at his backhanded remark as you stood there, feeling completely confused.

“What do you mean?” Yugyeom asked, a little defensive and feeling much like you. Jackson and Youngjae giggled a little before Jinyoung stepped closer to him, patting him and you on the head and moving back, keeping his hands at the same height away from your heads.

“I think what BamBam meant was…she’s so small compared to you! We didn’t know that short girls were your type, she’s so cute!” Jinyoung giggled along with Jackson and Youngjae – Mark looking at your reaction as you went completely red in the face and wanted the world to swallow you up. It was true, you looked like a child compared to Yugyeom as he was a complete foot taller than you. But you never really thought about it until now.

“Hey guys, don’t be so mean! Yeah, she’s short but Yugyeom is also freakishly tall for his age.” Mark tried to take the attention off you a little, making you look up at Yugyeom as he took you hand in his, smiling sheepishly.

“No, no, no! Don’t get me wrong at all! It’s not a bad thing; you’re both unbelievably cute together! It’s just so adorable seeing our giant maknae beside you! Please don’t take offence…you don’t feel bad, right? I didn’t mean to…” Jackson began apologising in fear of upsetting both you and Yugyeom, coming closer and leaning down, placing his hand on the side of your arm.

“Don’t worry! It must seem strange…I am really tiny after all. But actually, once you get to know me I’m super loud and energetic, so I guess it makes up for my lack of…tall-ness?” you said, not intending for it to sound as funny as it came out as all 7 boys roared with laughter, making you laugh in turn as Yugyeom pulled you closer in to him, his ears turning pink at the tips from this hyung’s comments about how cute you both looked together.

“Alright, alright! Let’s welcome (Y/N) to the family, GOT7 style! (Y/N), we’ve prepared some snacks and some movies – and since you’re our guest, you can have the honour of choosing! We’re all so glad to meet the girl that’s been making our maknae so happy…along with missing some practices but…I can see why he’s been missing them now” Jaebum motioned everyone towards the living room, giving Yugyeom a sly smile as he walked past. You thanked him politely, not quite sure how to reply to his statement as you joined the rest of the boys in the room, before sitting down in between your boyfriend’s long legs with your back pressed against his chest, to watch a movie with your new ‘family’ – and you couldn’t have been more happy in this moment than you had been in your entire life.

Sick of Him

Minhyun is sick, and feeling a little grumpy that your next-door neighbor has been flirting with you lately. 

  • for anon who requests sick!minhyun plus him whining about you being w seongwoo
  • non idol au

“Honey, you need to eat your soup,” you sighed, pushing the bowl of chicken soup towards Minhyun, who was sitting across from you bundled up in a blanket, cheeks red and a pile of tissues next to him.

“Did you also give Seongwoo soup?” Minhyun snarked back before blowing his nose loudly, making you smile at how cute he was when he got sulky.

“No, dear, I didn’t,” you replied fondly, “I only made the soup for you, because I knew how sick you were.”

“I never liked that guy,” he grumbled, spooning some of the soup into his mouth, “too flirty.”

“Well, Mr. Cold Guy,” you said with a chuckle, “Seongwoo’s just friendly.”

“Too friendly,” Minhyun retorted, “no neighbor should offer to cook dinner for their neighbor on a Friday night.”

You watched in slightly amused silence, letting Minhyun sulk. When he got into one of these moods, there was really nothing you could say that would get him out of it—plus, you’d never admit it, but you knew that Seongwoo had been flirting with you.

“Do you wanna watch Transformers when you’ve finished eating?” You asked gently, knowing that his favorite movie might cheer him up a bit. Minhyun eyed you from over the bowl, nodding grumpily. “Sounds good, I’ll go get the TV set up while you finish.”

Minhyun nodded again, this time a little less grumpily, and you stood up to go pop the first DVD into the DVD player. As you snapped the DVD case shut, you felt someone drape themselves over your back.

“You know, it’s weird how cuddly you get when you’re sick,” you remarked, turning around to let Minhyun snuggle completely into your body.

“You’re warm,” was all he said, burying his head into your shoulder.

“And you’re full of germs,” you replied with a chuckle, patting his back. He’d been feeling miserable the past couple of days, down with a really bad cold, so you figured that you’d let him have his moment.

“(y/n),” he mumbled into your neck, wrapping his arms (and the blanket) around you, “thank you.”

You just smiled, rubbing his back as you let him lean on you, half-asleep even before the movie started.

love minhyun

SELFISH (Part 4) - Stiles Stilinski

Title: Friends?

Summary: You and Stiles call a ceasefire when you realise who the real enemy is.

Word Count: 5.1k

A/N: This is one of the few parts of the series that doesn’t have smut…shocker, I know. I just thought it was time to change up their nature of their relationship. Personally, I’m pretty fond of this part so I hope you like it! Feedback would be appreciated so much :)

Song of the part: The Unknown - Dirty South ft. FMLYBND


Originally posted by weirduniverse

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Devil In Me Part 3 | Finn Bálor

Title: Devil In Me, Part 3 (Part 2)

Pairing: Finn Bálor/Reader

Summary: “Oh, my dear, it’s honestly so futile to struggle.”

Word Count: 4,592

Tags: @rebelfleur22 | @alexahood21 | @taryndibiase | @isawthesights | @swedish-strong-style | @wrasslin-rollins | @onebigfangirlworld | @boundtomyfate | @georgiadean37 | @nickysmum1909 | @xxmaddhatterrxx | @superrezzy00| @florenceivy | @leteverythingexist |

A/N: Hey guys! I feel like my excerpts for this series are always going to be long. ALWAYS. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this!

Originally posted by antigucci

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Stop You Myself

Request: Can you do a reggie imagine based off of these please 😊 22 23 24 26

Prompts: #22 “You had one job!” #23 “How is it that you’re a complete flop at everything you do?” #24 “You need to stop.” #26  “If you continue to do what you’re doing, I won’t hesitate to come over there and stop you myself.

a/n; I love Reggie, and I’m really annoyed by how bad this turned out

Word Count: 508

Pairing: Reggie Mantle X Reader

Y/N’s P.O.V

“Reggie.” I muttered under my breath as I searched through his bag, he had left it with me well he went to do something, I can’t really remember, right now I’m more concerned about the fact that my River Vixens uniform top isn’t in here, it’s a long story and it’s nothing like it sounds since I’m saying my boyfriend should have my shirt. “You’re in trouble.” I heard faintly, making me look up to see Moose looking between Reggie and I. I crossed my arms, patiently waiting for Reggie to come over here, “you had one job!” I sighed, as he sheepishly looked at me. 

“You couldn’t have just put the top in there when I texted you?” I asked, pouting up at him, his friends found it quite amusing how easy it was for him to listen to me. “Sorry.” He laughed under his breath, picking his bag up off the chair, searching around in it. He glanced up at me and raised an eyebrow, “how is it that you’re a complete flop at everything you do?” He remarked, pulling the top out of the dark back pack.

I tore it from his grip, “how?” I mumbled, narrowing my eyes at him. “You’re pushing your luck, Mantle.” I warned, he rolled his eyes, “sure I am.”


“You need to stop.” Reggie stated, and I froze, pizza slice half way into my mouth. “What?” My voice was muffled by the food, “this.” He motioned to me sitting peacefully on his bed, eating a piece of pizza I stole from him. “What?” I asked again, this time not having any food in my mouth. I raised an eyebrow, “stealing your food?” I asked for confirmation, he nodded, continuing his pointless workout, he can skip one night, to hang out with me. 

“Babe.” I whined, watching as he did push ups, laughing at my child-like tendencies, “if you continue to do what you’re doing, I won’t hesitate to come over there and stop you myself.” I stated, being completely serious, he only laughed again. “Sure you will, Y/N.” He rolled his eyes. I raised my eyebrow, putting the food down and standing up, trudging over to him. 

My feet were directly in his sight line as he continued his actions. I sighed, lowering myself to be on the floor, sliding under him like I’ve done many times before. He always falls for it, he just doesn’t realize it. Every time he lowered himself down he would peck my lips, not that I was complaining. 

He kept doing this until I placed my hand on the back  of his slightly damp neck, keeping him from going back up again. I smirked against his lips as I felt him stop trying to pull back, “damn it.” He mumbled as he moved back so we could breathe, “you fall for it every time.” I smirked up at him, he rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah.” He sighed, lowering himself down once again, now this is a better way to spend our time.

Reaction to Your EX Telling Them to Break Up With You. . .

@littledevilgilraen-blog said: can you do a got7 reaction to your ex telling them to breack up with you like you did for exo and bts? thank in advance ♡

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A/N of course, no problem. thank you all for the kind requests and sweet feedback. honestly i didn’t think this blog would become much, or that my writing is something to read and enjoy. but you guys are here and enjoying, so thank you so much! you guys really make this blog all the more better and have so much more meaning to it than when i first started ♡

Kai Eonni ~


The moment the words “Break up with Y/N.” came out of your ex’s mouth, Jeabum had heard enough. He’d have to really hold himself back and control his temper. He didn’t want to start something and cause trouble for you by getting you involved which he knows would happen if he were to act on his desire to punch the moron in the throat. The phrase repeating in his head to ‘protect Y/N’ would be what’s holding him back. Jaebum would reply with a short and to the point response so he could quickly get out of there before his control over his temper snapped. Later when you guys meet up, Jaebum would still be tense from the run-in with your ex, but he wouldn’t let it out on you. He wouldn’t tell you either, knowing that your ex was in your past and he wouldn’t want to stress you out by making something small into a big deal.


At first when your ex suggests such a thing, Jackson would genuinely ask, “What did you say?” thinking he misheard your ex. However, when your ex replies with a snarky remark like “You heard me.” Jackson’s aura would change completely. Jackson would become really offended with your ex thinking that Jackson would even entertain the idea. You’re so precious to Jackson, and honestly, he’d think your ex is a dick, so there would be no way that Jackson would allow you to go back to your ex. He’d become aggressive, though not physically, and would tell your ex off with absolutely no mercy. He’d be another that wouldn’t tell he had seen your ex, wanting you to have nothing to do with anymore. Though he’d be much more clingy and affectionate with you, and you’d know that something was up. If you ask him what happened and continued to ask until you get the truth, he’d tell you, but you’d have to really beg him to tell you. If you don’t ask, he’d let it go and wouldn’t tell.


This would bring the most extra side of Jinyoung people have yet to see. He’d honestly snicker at idea. The fact that your ex had the audacity to suggest something like this would just be so entertaining to Jinyoung. He’d take this lightly, not finding your ex the least bit threatening. He’d think of it as, if your ex were to do something, then that would just get you pissed at him and not Jinyoung, so either way Jinyoung wins. Jinyoung also knows that, despite not being physically threatening, he has six other members that would not hesitate to fight anyone that tried to mess with him. He’d be one to tell you about what happened. Just because he had found it funny and would want to share the amusing afternoon he had had and not because he wants you to do anything about it. The last thing he would want is you to become stressed over it.


Mark would actually get really pissed off about this. It’s disrespectful to both him and you. He’d see it as, your ex had a chance and blew it and should now leave you alone to move on and live your life. He’d say very little to your ex, mainly because he’d find it a waste of time, believing he shouldn’t waste his words on people like your ex because they don’t listen. He’d be in a bad mood when he meets up with you, but wouldn’t take it out on you, but would need to find comfort from you, becoming clingy and affectionate.


He wouldn’t know what to say. He wouldn’t want to cause a fight, knowing that would just trouble you and therefore, he’d just politely nod in acknowledgement – not in agreement. This would be really uncomfortable for him, and he’d want to get out of this situation as soon as possible. He’d first rant to his members about what happened before speaking to you, needing to find comfort in his members first. Later, when he sees you, he’d cautiously bring it up, not wanting to upset you, but not wanting to keep things from you either. He’d quickly tell you that he’s okay and he knows it’s not your fault, not wanting you to mistake his honesty for blaming you.

Originally posted by choiyoungjaeappreciation


This would be your ex’s worst mistake. BamBam talks a lot and has quick wit, so once your ex says what he wants, BamBam is unleashing all holly-hell on your ex – holding nothing back. To be getting insults from someone as cute and good looking would put anyone’s self-esteem down, like really down, like down low to the point of no return. BamBam wouldn’t feel threatened by your ex though. BamBam just really dislikes people like this, and so, he’d want to put your ex in his place so he doesn’t make the same mistake and bother someone else in the future. Later, BamBam would not be able to wait to tell you the events and would call you about a minute later. He’d go on and on about what happened, starting from the very beginning before he ran into your ex right up to the point when he made the phone call to tell you. He’d feel really proud that he was able to defend himself and ‘protect’ you, asking for your thoughts, “You have to admit, those were some pretty good insults huh? I’m such a good boyfriend defending my girlfriend.” He wouldn’t let you hang up until you confirm that yes, yes he is a good boyfriend.


Again, he would be polite about it, even though he was offended and  more than just a little pissed at your ex suggesting such a thing. Yugyeom would first want to try and deal with this like civilized people, talking it through. Though if your ex was getting more aggressive, then he’d try and get out of there immediately, not wanting to cause a problem, thinking of all the trouble it would bring you. If his members were there, he’d call Jaebum and Jinyoung over to help him diffuse the situation. When he sees you, he’d rely on you and talk it out with you, needing to reflect and get all his confusion and frustration out with your help. He’d want physical contact afterwards too, to help him calm down, the soothing feeling of you against him being something that comforts him immediately.

Look familiar? If you thought it was a certain highly coveted throne from a certain hit HBO series returning to TV tonight, you thought wrong. It’s actually a mineral called stibnite. This sample was likely formed some 130 million years ago, when water heated by volcanic activity dissolved the elements antimony and sulfur from surrounding rocks. The dissolved elements then flowed between layers of limestone, creating a dense band of stibnite complete with long, elegant crystals.

The remarkable piece you see in this photo was spared from destruction by alert miners in the Wuling antimony mine in Jiangxi Province of southeastern China. It was discovered along with an even larger piece that is currently on display in the Museum’s 77th Street Grand Gallery. Both specimens are uniquely large and feature hundreds of sword-like, metallic blue-gray crystals sprouting from a rocky base. Examples this sizable and intricate are exceedingly rare, due to their extreme fragility and the industrial nature of modern antimony mining.

The Museum’s stibnite specimen is the largest on public display in the world. Learn more:

Photo: Rob Lavinsky

The Computer Geek - Blue Beetle x Reader

Originally posted by christopher-reeve

Warning - Mention of Sex Trafficking- Read with Caution

Requested by Anon -  a blue beetle x chunky reader where Reader works the computers and stuff in the cave and feels out of place because of her body and such, but he gets her confidence up and develops a crush on her.

You were sitting at one of the computers at the cave, updating the security when Jaime, Bart, Robin, and Garfield walked in.

“I can’t believe they are trying to leave us out, ese,” Jaime remarked to the others. None of them seemed to notice you. 

“Nightwing said it was for our own protection,” Robin answered, crossing his arms angrily. “I think it’s just that they think we’re too young.” You glanced over at the boys, silently listening in. 

“How do they expect us to be ready if they don’t even trust us to try?” Bart snapped, throwing his arms in the air. “I know it’s about sex trafficking, but that doesn’t make us useless.” 

“Just because we’re young doesn’t mean we can’t help,” Garfield added, pouting. You knew a little of what they were talking about since Nightwing had assigned you to gather information about the mission. 

Bart pointed towards the Waterfall room. “They’re practically rubbing it in our faces by having the meeting right there.”    

You cleared your throat, making each of the four boys jump in surprise. “Do you want to hear what they are saying? I can hack the room’s security,” you offered, typing on your computer. The four boys looked at each other before coming over to you. You felt their approach, smiling as you brought up the security footage. 

The five of you listened in on the meeting. You did research based on what was said during the meeting. The boys were watching you in awe, having never seen you work before. While you were often in the cave at the same time they were, you rarely interacted with them. 

Once the meeting ended, and other team members began to leave the room, you quickly hid your research and the security footage.  You turned around meeting each of the boys’ eyes, mouthing ‘later’. Jaime’s gaze lingered on yours, causing your face to burn with embarrassment. Each of the boys nodded while Jaime simply blushed. 

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Imagine #42

Guess it’s finally time to get my fancy ass from my dusty chair and write something new!

Guess who got the hang of making GIF and watermarks???!Meee~ I’m back guys! Get dem requests coming!

Michael Gray from Peaky Blinders is hot as fuck! Adding this show to my must keep watching list!

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Character: Michael Gray

Warning: None.

Prompt: None.

Behind every girl was a strong man.

Or, that’s what your old ma told you back then.

Now at the party, glass full of gin and ice in one hand while the other was placed on your hip, fisting the material of your dress once, twice, thrice until you got bored of it and opted on having it placed on the wooden table in front of you.

Your eyes kept shifting around the room, taking in familiar and new faces, humming at all the smoke from the cigars that rose in the air making the atmosphere look almost foggy.

You’re friends ditched you the second they had gotten here, opting to chose having a heavy dose of Tokyo some Isaiah kid had bought along with his other friend, Finn Shelby and the later’s older cousin, Michael Gray.

That boy intrigued you, he always had that ‘come fuck me’ feeling and unlike his jerks cousins, he was quite sweet.

From the moment he picked up your package, to the sweet smiles he offered and the help, that moment had made you melt under his touch.

Humming, you drummed your nails against the glass, licking your dry lips, taking another sip of the gin and letting it cool your hot body down while you focused your mind on something else, squeaking when a muscular hand wrapped around your waist, a pair of lips brushing against your earlobe.

“Let me steal you for a second.“The voice mumbled, making you shiver letting the male tug you to a private booth, the door closing behind the two of you while you took a seat far away from him at the other end of the table watching Michael like a hawk would watch his pray.

"Why you were alone?I thought you came here with Alice and Camilla?"He asked, his lips pressed against the glass of his own drink, sipping it down and making his Adam apple bob up and down making you wonder how sinful you would be biting and nibbling that spot.

Just the thought made you shift in your chair and shrug, stating simply that your friends ditched you at the slight mention of Tokyo being at this boring party.

"Until you saved me, of course.” You shyly replied, combing your fingers through the perfect curled locks you had made his afternoon, knowing Michael loved to touch your hair and curl it around his fingers, before kissing it when he had to leave.

You’re guys relation was unstable, sick, puppy love, something that was blossoming in it’s own way and you didn’t want to hurry it up.You treasured the moments alone with the Peaky Blinder member.He made you feel complete, even made you smile with his silly stories and remarks about his mother making comments about him not finding the guts to ask for your hand.

Or that time you guys had a picnic under a giant oak tree, before it started to rain heavily, catching you both to stay in his car and from there on, one thing lead to another making your first time with the Blinder be as interesting as he was in general.

“Princess?You kind of blanked out on me. Something bothering you?Do I need to fix someone’s face tomorrow?"Michael’s voice woke you up from your daydream, making you shake your head and whisper he doesn’t have to worry about anything right now only to stand up from your seat, sitting boldly in his lap and whisper you just needed some attention from him.

"I was really bored..You took your fancy time to get your ass to me..You’ll make me die of boredom one of those days."Your breath fanned against his neck, peppering the skin there with kisses, your red lipstick smudging his skin but you barely paid any mind to it, focusing on marking the Blinder while his free hand stroked down your thigh, squeezing the flesh contently while a hum left the back of his throat.

"Pol and the others will soon come searching for me, it will be best to go and find them before we get too..focused on this.” Michael mumbled, his body sinking into the chair behind of him, both hands placed securely on your hips, his drink forgotten on the table while the male kept letting you rock into his lap, grinding so deliciously against his own hips.

“Well, I guess I have to make your time be worthy, don’t I, Mister Gray?”

Basically I Just Really Want a Sanders Sides Novel...

Sanders Sides—A Novel

By: Yours Truly (unless @thatsthat24 wants to adopt the rest…? *wink wink*)

Chapter 1—Thomas

I swear I didn’t mean for this to happen. And as you’ve probably figured out by now, I don’t swear a lot. So you know I’m being serious. I never wanted this to happen. But it did. So now I had to deal with it.

Logan was on all fours, holding his head and cringing.

Patton was blinking rapidly, looking around with his eyebrows lowered.

Both of their glasses now actually had lenses in them.

Roman was smoothing out his hair and his sash.

Virgil just sat on the stairs and watched.

“What… what just happened?” Patton asked curiously.

Roman rolled his eyes dramatically, as if the answer should have been obvious. 

“We split off from Thomas and became separate physical entities, of course!” Logan supplied, straightening his glasses and necktie.

“Wait so we’re really here?” Patton breathed, looking around the familiar apartment in awe.

“Duh,” Roman retorted.

I ran my hands through my hair—which was still purple even though Logan’s wasn’t for some reason—and sighed heavily. “This is a disaster,” I decided. “This is a complete disaster.”

Virgil snorted. “You said it, boss,” he remarked sarcastically.

It was Logan’s turn to be uncharacteristically confused. “Alright, but how exactly did this happen?”

I shrugged. “I dunno,” I replied. “I had a headache so I got some water and burrowed down to watch some Steven Universe or Stranger Things when the pain got really bad. It built and built to a tremendous amount of pressure and then it just… burst. When I looked up, you were all… here. But the pain is gone, so that’s good.”

Virgil gave me a confused look. “How are you in any way optimistic about this situation?” he demanded. “The four of us literally just burst out of your head into reality. There is no way this is a good thing!”

“But…” Logan began to protest. “We are all just visualized, mentally-projected aspects of Thomas’ single personality. We should not be able to be here in actual physical form. This doesn’t make any scientific sense whatsoever!”

“Cool your jets, Teach,” Virgil snapped. “Yeah this is bad but be grateful it’s not the end of the world.”

“Normally it’d be you, Mr. Sour Patch, being worried about this being the end of the world and Mr. Smarty-Britches over there assuring you—and by extension Thomas—that everything is going to be fine,” Roman pointed out, looking between Logan and Virgil with an interested expression on his face.

Patton wasn’t paying attention to them. He’d realized that the central column in the middle of the five of us that kept us separate was no longer there and had latched onto me in a tight hug that I was returning absentmindedly.

There was a brief moment of silence…

And then Virgil, Logan, and Roman all started talking at once. Patton perked up at the noise and promptly joined the conversation—if it could be called that.

I only caught snippets of what they were saying while I tried to rein them all in.

“Honestly I can’t see how this could get any worse—”

“—find some way to put us all back inside Thomas’ head—”

“—wonderful opportunity to explore the world!”

“–really exciting, but I’m a little confused…”

“ENOUGH!” I shouted, not being able to take the endless onslaught of my own voice from four different directions. The Sides went deathly quiet, four sets of my own eyes turning to look at me—which was more than a little unnerving. “Okay, just like in the videos, you need to take turns when you’re talking. Because millions of people may not be watching and silently judging—” Virgil clicked his tongue, acknowledging it was his fault I always wondered if my viewers were silently judging my videos. I shot him a silencing glare. “—but I’m still here and if you don’t all speak one at a time, that headache is going to come back.”

The four Sides all looked around at each other, and I had a vague memory of Roman mentioning the “others.” I knew I’d been planning on introducing other Sides at some undecided future date, but I hadn’t planned much out of that particular idea up until that point. I wondered for a moment if that was why they were all looking at each other. Like the headache coming back would make those potential others appear the way these guys did.

Oh man, I hoped not. I could barely handle the Big Four on my own and they’d only been in reality/existence for a couple minutes.

“Alright,” Roman began, taking the lead. “So what do we do?”

“Aaannnything we darn-well please!” Patton exclaimed excitedly.

“Whoa there, Patton,” Virgil chastised, gentler than he’d be with the others. “We can’t just go around doing whatever we want. The four of us aren’t… whole people. We’re not as complex as a normal human. Plus, Thomas is something of a public figure. Four extra people that suddenly look just like him, right down to the giant freckle behind his ear, would definitely be noticed.”

“BUT,” Roman interrupted, cutting Virgil off from whatever he was about to say next, “this does mean we could make the most amazing Sanders Sides video ever! We could all cross over into each other’s spaces, or even be in the same frame the entire time and it would be EPIC!”

“Pump the brakes, Princey,” I warned. “I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

Patton’s expression dropped. “Awww! Why not? That could be nifty!”

“It sounds like a headache,” Logan muttered. Patton didn’t hear him, thank heavens.

“Because, Pat,” I began, “if the Fanders somehow realized that it wasn’t some super-well-done split-screen effect, I’m pretty sure everything would fall apart and some people would certainly go ballistic.”

“Where’s Ballistic?” Patton inquired.

Logan face-palmed and grumbled something under his breath that I didn’t catch, but Virgil gave him a slightly startled expression.

“Wouldn’t’ve expected that out of you, Teach,” Virgil commented sharply.

“What’d he say?” I asked suspiciously.

“Y’know, honestly, I don’t think you want to know,” Virgil muttered darkly, adjusting the shoulders of his hoodie and sitting on the stairs where he usually stood for videos.

Or rather, where I usually stood to portray him as a character for videos.

“He means people would go crazy,” Logan explained to Patton impatiently.

“Ohhhhh that makes more sense…” Patton mused quietly.

“Serious-talk time!” Roman exclaimed loudly. “Really, what are we going to do?”

“The smart thing would be to figure out how we got out of Thomas’ head and then figure out a way to get back into Thomas’ head,” Logan replied self-importantly, once again straightening his glasses.

“You’re so smart,” Patton whispered, his hands covering his mouth.

Exasperated with the whole situation, I was really tempted to just face-plant my couch, call Joan, tell them about what was going on, and then let the Sides do their own thing. Logan could go teach at a university. Patton would adopt about a hundred dogs—and/or children. Roman would probably want to audition for a part at DisneyWorld or something. Virgil… I wasn’t entirely sure what he’d want to do with his new autonomous freedom. Maybe he’d just continue to sulk in corners and keep me up at night with strange questions like, “what lurks in the shadows when I go running at night” and so on.

“You know, that’s probably a safe idea,” Virgil agreed.

“Playing it safe isn’t adventurous!” Roman burst out before shaking his head and straightening his sash. “Sorry. Had to get that out there. Moving on—let’s just pretend that didn’t happen.” He cleared his throat. “Much as I hate to agree with the Nutty Professor and Sir Gloomy the First,” he continued, “that, actually, seems like our best option. I much prefer being part of a whole, rather than a whole myself who is missing pieces.”

“Look at my sons all agreeing with each other…” Patton murmured to me with a proud smile.

“They’re not… Never mind. Okay,” I muttered. “Whatever.” Was it even worth it? When I was in charge of the script, I had a lot more patience for these guys because I was delivering all the performances and they weren’t real. When they were actually in my living room, I couldn’t help but be irritated. They were a lot harder to handle when there was no editing magic involved.

“Right!” Roman barked brightly. “Let’s get down to business!” He paused for only a moment before continuing in song, “To defeat—the Huns!” He raised his samarai sword. “We have a quest to put ourselves back into Thomas’ head and set things right! It’s world-saving time!”

Virgil cocked an eyebrow. “I doubt our presence in the real world will result in the Apocalypse, Drama Queen,” he grumbled.

“I am a Prince, thank you very much!” Roman countered sharply.

“I can’t believe this is happening right now,” I muttered into my hand.

anonymous asked:

Ok consider soulmate au(any you want). Blackwatch! Genji refuses to be with his soulmate, because of his self loathing. So soulmate is trying to slowly get him out of his shell? Sorry if my idea is too weird, I love your blog!

Mmmmm I love soulmate AUs. This is not weird at all! Here’s the one I’ll go with: When your soulmate gets an injury, the scar shows up on your body. However, the scars on your body can go away if your soulmate kisses them.

It wasn’t hard to find out that Genji was your soulmate. You both had matching scars completely littering your body. You were absolutely shocked. You remember being scar free for a majority of your life so far, then one night you watched in horror as mark after mark began to appear all in one instance. You screamed and you cried and you prayed that your soulmate was alright. You were relieved to see that he was still alive, but your heart broke at the sight of him. He was unlike anything you had ever seen before. Part man, part machine. You could only wonder what happened to put him in this state. Not that you could find out. As soon as he saw you, he gasped in shock before turning away and becoming very cold and distant. 

He couldn’t stand the sight of you. It only reminded him of his situation and it sent him spiraling back into intense self hatred. But, you’ve come to wear your scars with pride. You made no effort to cover them up, trying to show Genji that his appearance has no bearing on your love for him. 

Still, Genji felt terrible. It was his fault that such a wonderful person had to bear his burdens like that. He didn’t want you getting any closer to him, but every time he saw you he would kiss a different scar, breathing a soft sigh of relief as each one vanished. This went on for awhile until you were completely free of any marks. The change was remarkable, but you couldn’t help but feel a little sad. With the marks gone, Genji was left to deal with his injuries alone. 

Genji demanded that you leave. He knew that being a member of Blackwatch would inflict more wounds upon him and he did not want to witness his mistakes make an effect on you anymore. But you were firm with your decision to stay by his side. 

So this process continued. Genji would avoid you, only coming by to kiss your scars away, then leaving again. You admit, you enjoyed his kisses. He was always so soft and gentle with you, treating you like fine China. It was clear that you meant the world to him. You just wish that Genji would stop blaming himself for everything

The process is very slow. It takes several months of patience before Genji finally breaks down and accepts to have you as his partner. You hold him tight, assuring him that things will get better for the both of you. He agrees with some apprehension, admitting that he is glad you came when you did. He needs you now more than ever. 

Beauty and the Beast AU (3)

Summary: Y/N has always been in love with fairy-tales. They give her an escape from the dark and blood world she lives in. With the new Beauty and the Beast movie coming out soon she’s excited as could be. Her boyfriend Dean however has a few issues with it. 

Characters: Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Castiel, Jody Mills, Kevin Tran, Gabriel, Donna Hanscum, Crowley, Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3,902

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A/N: Thanks @impala-dreamer​ for beta reading this for me! I hope y’all enjoy this part!

Originally posted by leondraiisaitl

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The CEO (M) - Part 1

Pairing - Chanyeol x reader 
Genre - Smut later on 
word count - 889
Warning - sexual content, mainly smut later in the next chapters.
dedicated to - @chanyoel 

I was sitting comfortably in an armchair at the local café with a latte in my hand trying to take a break from the world as I have been under a lot of stress recently, so I’ve been trying a few techniques to calm myself down by breathing. Honestly, I would have laughed in your face a week ago if you told me to breathe but it really does work. Finally, my career goals is complete as of last week I signed up for my dream job in one of the best prospering law companies in Korea. I can’t believe this is happening to me, I’ve been so determined to achieve this goal and I’ve finally made it happen. I was going to become the first and youngest woman to become a CEO in the company.

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