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It’s been one year since I’ve created this blog and I seriously cannot believe what a great experience I’ve had so far. I don’t do follow forevers, despite reaching follower goals here & there because I am uncreative and lazy, but I really wanted to make one to mark this occasion and to let my followers know what blogs/people have kept my dash ((and my blog)) looking exceptionally beautiful. Special shoutout to the followers who aren’t full or at all BTS blogs but follow me despite not being multifandom most of the time! ily.

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anonymous asked:

I work at a tourist attraction that is designed for kids but popular with adults too, and the amount of adults who complain about how many kids there are is really depressing, and I've kicked adults out for yelling at kids to get out of their way or pushing them out of the way to get on the attractions. No one is saying that adults can be a fan - I'm a fan, I love talking to other grown up fans - but being a dick to excited kids is not cool.

It amazes me that adults act like this. And it happens on a larger scale than you’d think. Anyone recall that Easter Egg hunt that adults completely and totally ruined? If not, here ya go. Adults that act like bratty kids are way way WAY worse than actual bratty kids.-Abby

you’re the one.

collab w/ my babygirl Lauren ( @alexanderhamiltomes )


You grumbled loudly as you looked over your textbook for the hundredth time that day. You concentrated on the sentences that laid out in front of you and rubbed your wrist, trying to coax understanding out of the three red marks that marred the skin. You were looking for answers. Anything and everything that could help you understand the whole ‘tally mark’ thing. You weren’t suppose to have three. You should have one and only one, but that’s not what’s happening at the moment. Three people who were supposed to turn the marks black with requited and admitted love, yet here you were: a single and broke college student while two of the three were either married or engaged to the ones that had given them their marks.

Your eyes scanned over the words one last time before a knock interrupted your focus. You lifted your eyes for one second but turned them back to the page. Another knock sounded this time, more urgent than the other. You slammed the book shut and stood up to answer the door. The knocking persisted even as you swung the door open, revealing a  short and black-haired man with his fist raised mid-knock. When he saw you his eyes widened and his mouth opened and shut quickly. You looked at him, anger in your eyes from being interrupted as you began to speak to him.

“How may I help you?” you asked as you held the door. A confused expression was painted across his face as he looked at you.

“Does Pippa live here?” he asked and craned his neck to look at the room behind you, you shook your head, small hairs falling in your face before you spoke up once more.

“No,” the word came out harsher than you had meant. His mouth opened and closed for a moment before it opened again.

“Oh. What room number is this?” his voice sounded angelic for a moment. Your finger pointed at the door in front of yours to indicate where Pippa was, an “Oh,” left his mouth once more. You nodded and started to close your door.

“Wait!” his voice came out with urgency, “What’s your name?”

“I really need to get back to studying. Bye,” you said instead of answering him and closed the door. Or at least you were going to before he stuck his foot in the doorway. You groaned and opened the door up again.

“I’m Lin. Lin-Manuel Miranda. But just Lin if you don’t want to remember all of that,” he introduced himself with a huge smile before sticking his hand out to shake. You looked at him and his hand before taking it with a sigh. Your skin tingled the moment it came into contact with his.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you simply said, a smile still plastered on his face as he opened his mouth to speak again.

“Y/N.” he paused for a slight moment as he repeated your name one last time, “Would you be interested in going-”

You ignored the beautiful way your name fell off his tongue and interrupted him, “Aren’t you supposed to be meeting someone?”

The smile faltered on his face, “Well, yes. But she can wait.” Your eyebrows lifted at the word ‘she’.

“I’ve read that it’s rude to keep soulmates waiting, Lin-Manuel.” You attempted to close the door again but this time his hand shot out and stopped it.

“No! You don’t understand,” he tugged the sleeve of his gray jumper up to show you his tan and blank wrist. “I haven’t met mine yet,” his voice was dipped in disappointment. A split second later a bright smile took over his face, “Or at least they haven’t fallen in love with me yet.”

“Yet?” you asked, a small laugh being brought from your lips.

“Yet,” Lin repeated.

“Maybe you don’t have one,” you regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth. You wished you could take them back when you saw the way Lin’s face seemed to crumble at the thought of not having a soulmate.

“Maybe,” he repeated, sadness lacing his voice. He backed away from your door, shooting you a small smile. “Good luck with studying, Y/N.”

“Wait!” This time it was you who called out to him when he started making his way to his friend’s door. He turned back to you. “I’m sure you have a soulmate. The fates wouldn’t take that away from someone like you.” You winced at your own words, where had that come from?

He grinned at you and took a step towards you. “You think so?”

“I know so,” you said without hesitation.

He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Thank you. I won’t bother you anymore, but I’ll see you around?” He busied himself with his jumper, unable to meet your eyes.

“Maybe,” you breathed and shut the door as quickly as you could. Your back pressed against the door as the events replayed in your head. This was not good.

When you shut your eyes and opened them once more, you moved and sat at your desk, opening the book again.


“Y/N!” A familiar voice called your name across the empty campus. You turned around quickly to see Lin jogging towards you.

“Long time, no see,” you greeted him, a smile gracing your lips although you had put all of your willpower into keeping a straight face.

“It’s only been two days since I happened upon your door. You missed me that much?” His smile was goofy and the tone of his question told you that he was genuinely asking.

You blushed and hoped that he would think it was just the cold air biting at your skin. You had missed him, more than you’d like to admit. The past two days you had been unable to get his warm brown eyes out of your mind. It seemed like every time you closed your eyes you were once again assaulted with the image of him standing in front of you in his loose gray jumper. He was too handsome for his own good.

“Maybe I did,” you shrugged and watched as a smile painted it’s way to his face. A giggle escaped his lips before he looked down at both of your feet. Your heart seemed to skip at the sound of his laugh. You’d only spoken to him for about five minutes and he was already having physical effects on you. What was wrong with you? Were you destined to constantly meet men that you had no chance with?

God, that was a beautiful sound. You thought to yourself before being pulled from your thoughts.

“I would hope so,” a smile spread across your features before your hands met with the pockets of your jeans. The blush that had once graced your face quickly came back but darker.

“Are you saying you missed me, Lin-Manuel?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.

It was his turn to blush.

“Maybe,” he smiled and looked back at you. Your lips stretched again as he spoke.

“Well, I would hope so,” you whispered his words back to him. Lin’s head turned to look behind him when his name was called out. A group of people waved him over, you knew some of them

Anthony and Jasmine were the school couple.

Renee and Pippa lived in front of you.

Daveed was in your writing class.

“Looks like I’ve got to go.” Lin smiled and turned towards his friends.

“Already?” You pretended to pout and was surprised when Lin’s face showed true conflict.

“I mean.. I could walk you to your next class? If you wanted me to?” He ran a hand through his hair.

“I was just kidding. Go to your friends, Lin.” You pushed his shoulder slightly and smiled when he blew you a kiss as he walked away. You tried to catch your breath as you watched him greet his friends. He looked back at you one last time before he turned the corner and waved.

You stood on the sidewalk for a couple of moments longer, thinking about Lin. You didn’t know anything about the man beside the fact that he was terrible at reading dorm numbers, yet you felt a connection unlike any other before. All he did was offer to walk you to class but your heart pounded slow and tense like he had just proposed. Three people had left their marks on your wrist but still, none of them had the effect that Lin had on you.

You began walking down the street, lost in thought. Lin was devastatingly handsome though you doubted he knew it. The way he played with his jumper when you had first met him was almost funny because it didn’t make sense how a man with such warm eyes and full lips could be self-conscious. If that didn’t make your heart beat abnormally already, he was kind. You had answered the door and had been uncharacteristically rude to him but he still stayed and tried to make a good impression. He made more than a good impression on you, though. You knew it was foolish to think this way so soon after meeting him but you felt as though you had always had a small impression in you, a crater that needed to be filled and Lin was the perfect size and shape for it.

A burn you knew all too well radiated from your wrist. You frantically pushed up your coat sleeve and watched as a new red mark materialized on your skin. Your thoughts of Lin flew out of your mind and panic replaced them. You pushed your sleeve down and sprinted back to your dorm. Your Nordic History class could wait. As soon as you entered your room you shedded your coat and held your wrist up to your eyes. The newest tally mark made four, and you knew it had to belong to Lin. The mark was a deeper red than the rest and somehow you knew it was set deeper into your skin than the previous three. You let out a groan of frustration and kicked one of the legs of your desk, making the textbook you had been studying when Lin first waltzed into your life fall to the ground. You glared at the book, willing it to burst into flames. This wasn’t right. Why did you have to have four marks when everyone else you knew had just one clean tally that they could trust would turn black? Why were you damned to try to find a reason as to why fate had given you the wrong soulmate over and over? You picked up the book and threw it against the wall, leaving a tiny dent.

You fell back onto your bed and prayed that Lin hadn’t gotten the mark. You didn’t want love. Why would you? Love wasn’t meant for you, fate had made sure to tell you that.

You let out a sigh and grabbed your pillow, shoving it on your face before screaming in frustration. Your eyes closed for a split second before you lifted yourself from the bed and grabbed your phone. You scrolled through some of the old text’s between your mother and you before she got a new phone.

From: Mom’s old number

You’ll find him eventually, and so what you have two?

To: Mom’s old number

Nobody else has it!

From: Mom’s old number

And? Makes you unique.

You sighed at that word. Unique. Everything about the tally marks were unique.

You let your fingers press the plus at the top of your messages before you started typing out a long detailed text. You then deleted it and wrote a shorter explanation.

To: Momma

So, I have four tally marks now and one of them is a really deep red. I don’t know what to do because I do not want this tally mark mom. I do not want any of these.

Your heart began to beat as you awaited the text. You locked your phone and sat it down, grabbing the pillow you had once used on your face. Instead of suffocating yourself you laid your head on it and waiting for a response, which came quickly.

From: Momma

Do you have his number? If not, get those digits. Love him with all your might.

Your eyes rolled for a slight moment as you read her text. Your mother had always been the insufferable optimist.

You were interrupted at the sound of laughter coming from the hall outside your door. Your fingers locked your phone as you lifted yourself from your bed. You looked at the clock on the wall and saw that your class was starting in five minutes. And it was a mile away. You didn’t own a car, it was starting in five minutes, it was a mile away, and attendance was worth 25% of your grade. You were a history major and needed to pass this class in order to get your diploma.

You threw your coat back on and heaved your backpack onto your shoulder before running out of the door. You didn’t get very far because you were blocked by a mass of people standing in front of your door. They were laughing as a girl with straight black hair swiped her key card over and over without being granted entry into her dorm.

“I swear it was working this morning!” Pippa grumbled. They all had their backs to you, including one person clad in a gray sweater and black jeans. Lin.

You tried to carefully tiptoe away from the group without being noticed. You had only taken a few steps when Daveed’s voice filled the hall. “Y/N!” Shit. You turned around slowly and saw that they were all looking at you. You made eye contact with Lin but quickly broke it, looking down at his right sleeve that was bunched around his elbow. For a moment you didn’t understand why he would roll up the only sleeve. Until you saw a red mark on his wrist that definitely hadn’t been there two days ago. Shit again. “Just the girl we all wanted to see,” Daveed laughed and elbowed Lin.

“Y/N,” Lin took a step towards you. “Look,” he brandished his wrist to you. You stared at the mark that was the same deep shade of red as your own. You felt as though your world was collapsing around you. Every other time a mark had appeared on your wrist, your supposed ‘soulmate’ hadn’t gotten one. Something different was happening here and suddenly you knew what was wrong. The fates have made another mistake. You looked into Lin’s eyes to see complete fondness and adoration shining out at you. It had to be a mistake. When you stayed silent Lin spoke again, “It’s for you. I was halfway down the street when it appeared and I ran back to where you were but you were already gone. I would’ve come here immediately but I thought you were in class.” He took another step towards you. You noticed subconsciously that Lin’s entourage was filing into Pippa and Renee’s room, the keycard must have finally worked. You were now alone with Lin.

“I-” You shut your mouth quickly. You didn’t know what to say. Hell, you didn’t even know what to think.

He gently reached out and grabbed your right arm. “Can I see yours?” Before you could say anything he was pulling up your sleeve. Your mind finally caught up to the situation and you ripped your arm away from him before he saw your wrist.

“No!” You hugged your arm to your body.

A bemused expression swept across Lin’s face. “What do you mean, no?” He tilted his head slightly and bit his bottom lip. His extremely kissable bottom lip. Fuck.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” you whispered and felt a physical blow to your chest when you saw Lin’s hurt countenance. “I’ve got to go,” you rushed out and ran down the hall before he could say another word.

You made it to your class five minutes late but today the universe had taken mercy on you by making your usually punctual professor arrive just a minute after you. You slid into the seat that your best friend Oak had saved for you.

“Hey,” he smiled and pulled out his pen from the backpack he had brought with him.

“Hi,” you mumbled and grabbed the notebook and textbook. “Do you have a pen? I forgot one.” Your eyes met his before quickly looking away. Oak’s head nodded before he reached for another pen, handing you his.

His eyes moved over your facial features. You were stressed, that was known. But why was there sadness lingering in your eyes? Why was the one person who was almost always happy, sad?

“What’s wrong?” Oak asked with worry lingering in his voice.

“Nothing.” you said, no emotion was evident in the way you said it.

It was cold.

“No. Something is wrong,” he pushed, your head shook and looked at your paper as your professor apologized.

“What is wrong?” he repeated, you didn’t answer this time.

You spent the class ignoring every plea from Oak. He was worried and you knew that, but you didn’t want him to know about this mark. It was embarrassing, especially for him to see. Oak symbolized your first tally mark. You had gotten it in tenth grade when he had kissed you for the first time. You had been ecstatic and had brandished your mark to him, excitedly telling him that you were meant to be and you were so happy to have met him so young. When you saw Oak’s blank wrist, your world had fallen apart around you and you had never felt so much pain. Oak and you had come to the understanding that your friendship was more important than any relationship you might have had and continued being best friends. You still loved Oak but now more than anything it felt like a platonic love. Oak had been there for you when Thayne and Leslie had left their marks on you as well. Thayne was now engaged, Leslie married, and Oak still had a blank wrist. You didn’t want him to know that yet again you were left behind. It was embarrassing.

As soon as class was over you stood up, gathered your things, and rushed out of the lecture hall. It didn’t matter, though. Oak always caught up with you. “Y/N!” his deep voice boomed out and you stopped in your tracks, knowing that he wouldn’t give up. His broad form caught up to you and you began to walk side by side back to your dorm. “What’s happened?” You didn’t answer him. He asked again and you ignored him, paying special attention to the sidewalk in front of you. Oak let out a frustrated groan and grabbed your wrist.

“Hey!” You tried to pull away from him but to no avail. He yanked up your sleeve before you could stop him and saw your marks. You had both stopped when he had taken hold of your arm and you now held your breath, trying to gauge his reaction.

He didn’t look surprised and just nodded to himself. “Thought so,” he relinquished his hold on your arm and you both began walking again.

“I wish you wouldn’t use your brute strength against me,” you grumbled, referring to the way you hadn’t been able to escape from his grasp.

“You used to like my brute strength,” he laughed loudly at his own joke and you scoffed. After a moment of silence, he spoke up again, “So who’s the lucky guy this time?”

This time. It was sad that Oak was able to phrase it that way. “You wouldn’t know him,” you obfuscated.

“Try me.”

You readjusted your backpack and sighed, “Lin-Manuel Miranda.”

His eyebrows rose as he turned his head to look at you.

“Seriously?” he asked with a laugh, a small ‘yeah’ left your lips while a smile played along his lips.

“He’s a good guy,” he told you, your eyebrows knitted together. “Plus,” he began as he turned the corner that leads you to your building. “He has the biggest heart. You’re a lucky girl to be with him.” He finished.

His hands went to push up the strap on his shoulder as you muttered something that couldn’t be made out. Oak hummed softly and looked at you, “What did you say?” he asked, you shook your head and allowed a few hairs to fall in your face. You both turned a corner before bumping into someone.

“Y/N,” the all too familiar voice gasped as you fell on your butt.

You hadn’t realized your eyes had closed until you opened them to meet Lin’s face. His lips were parted and his eyes were wide as he held out a hand to you. You happily took it.

The touch of skin brought a blush to the both of your faces, your heart began to beat a little faster as you looked at him.

“Lin,” you whispered and swallowed hard. A smile played along your lips at the way you said his name before he looked at Oak.

“Hey,” Lin smiled and waved at Oak who winked at the both of you.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Oak smiled and walked away while giving you both a soft smile.

“Why are you around here?” you asked and kept your eyes from meeting his.

“Pippa and Renee wanted to see me,” he responded and looked behind himself. “Oh.” you let out. Lin’s smile faded for a second before having it return. This one looked painful.

“Would it be weird if I asked you to hang out with us tonight?” he asked. Your eyes widened they quickly went to glance at his.

“I- What?” you mumbled. He nodded as hope filled his beautiful eyes.

“Is that weird?” he asked, you looked at him and shook your head.

“No, it’s not,” you told him, desperately wanting to say it was. It was, wasn’t it? Weird to go out when you didn’t even want him to see the mark he created.

“I’ll talk to Pippa,” you told him before smiling and shuffling away.

“Wait!” he shouted, you stopped and waited for him to say something. “I need your number,” Lin said in a quiet voice. You turned on your heel and nodded, pulling your phone from your pocket and handing it to him. He smiled and allowed you to type your passcode in before he added his number.

“Shoot me a text when you talk to her,” you nodded as he talked before he murmured “Or whenever.” You smiled at that before letting a small giggle fall from your lips.

“Alright.” you nodded.

“I’ll see you later.”

You both waved before you walked off, your heart finally calming down. It took a few minutes for the gravity of what you had just agreed to do to hit you. You shut your eyes for a few seconds, trying to think of what to do. You couldn’t just cancel, you were supposed to meet them tonight! It was too short notice. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and quickly dialed a number. Oak picked up after one ring.

“Y/N? You need me to come rescue you?” His voice sounded genuinely concerned and it made you feel bad for your young self, no wonder you had fallen in love so quickly. But more than anything it reminded you of why he was now your best friend.

“No, the big bad wolf is gone but he invited me to his friend’s dorm tonight. You two are friends right?” You put your hand over your eyes and tried not to scream in public.

“So? Are you going to go?” Oak’s voice was amused.

“Depends. Would you rather accompany me or help me fake my own death?”

“That’s a tough one,” he laughed. “What time should I pick you up?”

“Six. And wear that blue button up with the black skinny jeans,” you remembered the time Oak had taken you to prom and had worn sneakers. Since then you always told him what to wear before you went out to public events together.

“Yes, mom,” you could practically hear him rolling his eyes and you hung up the phone.

Before you knew it, it was 6 o’clock and you were scrutinizing every part of yourself in the mirror. You knew it was pointless to try to impress Lin yet here you stood with your hair falling in waves around your shoulders, carefully applied lipstick, and your best fitting skinny jeans and beige sweater. You hoped you looked effortless but flawless. A living, breathing oxymoron.

A knock rapped three times in a strange pattern at your door. You laughed out loud at Oak using your old code. You swung open the door swiftly and tackled him in a hug. “You wore what I told you to! Thank you! I owe you!” You said quickly in a hushed whisper, you didn’t know if Lin was already at Pippa and Renee’s dorm but you didn’t want to take a chance of him overhearing you.

“Anything for you,” Oak swung an arm over your shoulder. “Where am I driving?”

“Oh uh, it’s right across the hall,” you scratched the back of your neck and laughed at yourself for forgetting such a detail.

Oak groaned, “I cleaned out all the take out boxes from the passenger seat for you!”

You wrinkled your nose. “Ew.” You patted his chest and smiled up at him, “I do appreciate the effort.”

He rolled his eyes and knocked on the girls’ dorm. Pippa answered and squealed, “Y/N!” She beckoned you into the small dorm and you gulped when you realized you and Oak were the last ones to arrive.

“Hope you guys don’t mind I invited Oak to tag along,” you made sure your sleeve was pulled down to cover your wrist.

“The more the merrier!” Daveed cheered and proceeded to shotgun a can of beer.

You met eyes with Lin who was currently staring at Oak’s arm that was still draped around you. “Hi, Lin,” you said with a quiver in your voice and his eyes shot to your face.

“Y/N.” He stood up from his blue beanbag to greet you. You stepped out of Oak’s arm to give Lin a quick hug. You pulled away to see his blushing face. “I- I’m glad you came.”

You eyed Anthony chug a beer as Jasmine looked on unimpressed. “Me too.” Your words made him go even redder, if that was possible.

“Lin!” Oak’s voice boomed inside the tiny room. Oak flew in between you and Lin and enveloped Lin in a warm hug. “What’s up, buddy!”

Lin hugged Oak back, patting his back and stepped away. “There have been a few developments recently,” he looked at you again and you blushed. There was no reason to blush, he wasn’t really your soulmate. It was just a fluke like the previous three were. But he has a tally mark too… a small voice reminded you. You kindly told it to shut the fuck up. And you love everything about him, as much as you don’t want to! You were less kind to it this time.

Oak bit his lip and looked between the two of you. “Ah.”

You had been laughing so much it hurt with Lin when Renee stood on a chair in the middle of the room. “We!” She held her can of alcohol up. “Are playing truth or dare!” It seemed like an excellent idea to you. Maybe it was because you were slightly buzzed from the beer in your hand because a small part of you told you that sober Y/N would not like it at all.

You sat in the circle between Oak and Lin eagerly watched the game begin.

“Pippa,” Daveed slurred. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” she said without hesitation, her eyes glinting.

This led Pippa to walk across the room on her hands, Jasmine to admit she didn’t think Anthony was very cute when she first met him (“What!! You’re joking!!”), and for Daveed to somehow effectually lick his elbow.

“Alright,” Anthony spoke up as his eyes went around the circles before meeting yours but quickly flicking to Oak’s. Anthony’s lips touched the bridge of his drink.

“Oak,” he mumbled with a wide smile playing his lips. “Truth or dare?” he asked in a slow motion. Oak thought about it before shrugging.

“Dare.” He shrugged.

A wicked smile played on Anthony’s lips as he took a drink from the can. “I dare you to…” He trailed off. His eyes looked around the circle before he settled on you.

“To kiss Y/N,” a soft gasp was heard at the words.

Oak looked at Anthony with his eyebrows raised, “Okay.” Oak shrugged and leaned over to press his lips against yours.

It wasn’t a long kiss but it was soft and delicate.

You moved away from him and looked at him as a dark blush coated your cheeks along with Oak’s. A soft scoff came from Lin’s mouth when he saw the blush.

The game went on as everyone drank more. You had acted as if you were the Queen of England, Lin had told you how many people he had dated (which admittedly wasn’t very many) and Oak was dared to down three shots of tequila without throwing up. Of course, he succeeded, he was Okieriete fucking Onaodowan.

“Y/N,” Daveed smirked. “Truth or dare?”

You gulped and flicked your eyes to Oak. You would play it safe this time. “Truth.”

A knowing smile flitted across Daveed’s face. “Who’s your soulmate?”

You gasped at the question and you felt Oak’s steady palm press against your back. You should’ve known this was coming. You should’ve picked dare. You took a long sip of your drink. “Now that is a tricky question.” You avoided all the eyes in the room, especially Lin’s.

“What do you mean?” Lin’s voice sounded cautious. You found the strength to look into his eyes and suddenly you knew what you had to do. In your inebriated state, you were able to accept the fact that maybe, just maybe the fates had finally marked you currently. Lin had one too, that had to mean something. The fact that he was all you could think about anymore also meant something because out of the previous men you had supposedly been made for in heaven, none of them made you fall as hard as Lin did. You needed to come clean because one way or another you knew he would find out about your marks and you needed to be the one to tell him.

“Which one are you referring to?” You looked Daveed in the eye and with a surge of adrenaline you were able to pull up your sleeve to reveal your marked wrist to the group. Gasps and shrieks sounded throughout the group and you closed your eyes to save yourself from Lin’s incredulous look.

“Y/N,” Lin’s voice was strained, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” you whispered.

“Explain.”

You opened your eyes again and pushed Oak’s hand away from your back. Lin looked scared and confused and you hated yourself for doing this to him. He deserved someone who only had one mark for him. “I wish I could. I’ve researched this since the first mark appeared and my soulmate’s,” you put air quotes around the word, “wrist stayed blank. It’s like that every time. Except for you, Lin.” You felt embarrassed to have admitted such a thing in front of all of Lin’s friends but you knew the opportunity wouldn’t come again.

Oak tried to pull you towards him but before you could squirm out of his grip Lin was shoving his hands away and pulling you out into the hall. “Keycard,” he held his hand out for it and you obliged. Lin could’ve asked you to jump off of a bridge and you would’ve obliged without hesitation. He swiped the card quickly and opened the door to the room for you. “I thought we should have more privacy.” He ran his hands through his long hair and his voice sounded as though he was trying to keep himself from yelling.

“Why are you upset?” You tried to put your hands on his chest to stop his pacing.

“Why am I upset?! Are you kidding me, Y/N? The woman I’ve been waiting to meet for twenty-five years has three other soulmates!” He tugged at his hair and groaned, but he stopped his pacing for you.

“Fate was wrong!” You put your hands on either side of his face. He grabbed your arms and pushed you gently away from him.

“Fate’s never wrong,” his voice sounded broken. “I look at you and I see every dream I’ve ever had. I just- knowing you’ve felt like this towards three other men makes me sick. Seeing Oak kiss you killed me and that was before I knew all of this!”

You tried to catch his gaze but he refused to look at you. You rushed at him and held his face in your hands, forcing him to meet your eyes. “I don’t want this, Lin.” He scoffed and tried to pull away but you tugged back towards you. “I thought after three failed attempts the Fates had just decided to make me into their running joke! For a couple of days, I haven’t been able to get your laugh, your wit, your face out of my mind! I’ve been trying to get you out of there, trust me. You just won’t go.”

His eyes softened at your words but his face was still cold. “You’re drunk.”

That wasn’t a lie. “Do you think I’d be able to admit this if I wasn’t? I’m not brave, Lin. That’s something you should know. Since my first mark showed up and Oak’s didn’t, I’ve been trying to run away from this.”

His entire body tensed at Oak’s name. “Really! Oak? That’s why you brought him to the party, isn’t it? You were trying to let me down easy!” Tears began to flow freely from his eyes but you didn’t let him go.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your body flush against his. There were only a few inches of room between the two of you and it made heat pump through your veins. “Have you not been listening to me? I’ve never felt this way before. No one else has ever gotten a mark except you! Do you know what that means, Lin?! You’re the first man to have ever reduced me to a blubbering and stuttering mess and I don’t even know your birthday!” A thick silence enveloped the room and you watched as Lin’s features slowly began to melt before your eyes.

“January 16,” he whispered and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“God, I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to learn that. I want to know everything about you. I want to know everything about my true soulmate,” your voice gradually got softer.

“I’ll tell you anything you want to know,” he whispered. “I’d do anything you ask.”

“That must be a side effect of having a soulmate because I was just thinking the same thing,” you wiped away the tear tracks on his cheeks.

“Then kiss me.” You did. You kissed him softly at first and your lips burned from the electricity that coursed between the two of you. In the back of your mind, you noted that this was what a soulmate’s kiss was meant to feel like. You saw fireworks go off behind your eyelids when you felt him begin to kiss you more deeply. His hands tangled in your hair and he pulled you even closer to him.

You both broke the kiss with gasps. You hadn’t wanted to stop kissing him, but when you felt what seemed like cool lips touch your wrist you were startled out of the reverie that he had put you in. The two of you held your wrists up and you watched in awe as your marks that represented each other turned black. You watched in silence as the three other marks on your wrist faded into nothingness. You looked up at Lin, his face more relieved than you had ever seen.

“I’m the one,” his voice was giddy with happiness.

“You’re the one.” Suddenly you knew with all of your beings that Fate hadn’t just been toying with you. It was merely preparing you for this whirlwind of a man who had crashed into your life with just a couple of knocks.

You kissed him again.

monsterintheballroom  asked:

I absolutely love your blog. Until I discovered your blog, I always thought that I´m the only one who acts "this weird" and it feels really good to know, that you´re not alone. I actually wanted to ask,if you know, if there´s a dating site for introverts(cos online dating was made for introverts,isn´t it?!?) and if not, do you think that a dating blog here on tumblr would be a success?

@monsterintheballroom, there isn’t a dating site, as far as I know, for introverts. I’m not sure how one would go about making something like that. For me personally, I don’t think a dating blog would work on tumblr. It would have to be a completely separate website altogether. And even then, I don’t think it would get far.

Wedding Bells - Bambam

I believe marriage is a beautiful chapter in one’s life. You get to spend the rest of your life with the person who promise to forever love until death do you apart. Every morning you wake up with the person. Every night you sleep with the person. Most of every moment will be shared after the day you say “I do.” It’s a beautiful blessing, isn’t it?

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And Then There Were Two

((OOC: PSA - this thread is an example of why you don’t let Kate and Shan get carried away - aka - this thread be looooooong  and we love it ))

Malfoy Mansion, September 1998

Andromeda walks into Malfoy Manor drawing room, placing Teddy on one of the ornate sofas.  It is much grander than anything she’s been used to for a long time.  

Andromeda: You didn’t have to go to the trouble.

Narcissa: You are a guest, after all.  Please, sit.

Andromeda does, beside Teddy, who is sleeping.

Andromeda: It’s taking him a while to take to the milk supplement.

Narcissa: I see.

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destiel love songs: fanfic contest

hello lovelies.


i have taken some time to start listing the love songs that most remind me of our precious otp. because who among us doesn’t hear some singer crooning and have all the destiel feels?


Originally posted by justafangirlcalledluisa

the deal: so i want to host a little contest about the songs that make you swoon thinking about a hunter and his angel.


the fine print:

-must be otherwise unpublished

-must take its inspiration from a song

-must be a one-shot

-must be less than 10k.

-submit by 15 april

-will select three winners whose work i will post here.



reblog to signal boost! happy writing!

xoxo

BTS Reactions to Clingy/Touchy Lovers

Hey hey hey ! Relevant Post number one here we are :)) As someone who’s personally really into innocent human contact (ie. cuddles, hugs, hand holding, etc.) I found this to be a really simple and easy way to start off and show my “skills” as a reaction creator. I hope you guys enjoy, because I plan to write quite a lot :’)

Kim Seokjin

Originally posted by theseoks


Ahh, starting it off with the one that saddens me :( I personally feel like Jin isn’t the biggest fan of continuous contact. He may be very lovable and enjoy the kisses and actions that showcase how he feels towards the person he loves, but someone who constantly craves his everything may annoy him after some time. Though, being the big softie he is, he may not tell them of this fact just because he loves seeing how happy they get when wrapped around him. As long as certain boundaries are respected at certain times, he’ll tolerate anything to keep that beautiful smile on their face.

Kim Namjoon

Originally posted by forjimin

This oversized dork would take so much pride in having a clingy s/o. To him, it would only be reassurance that they truly love him! Due to his self  image issues (which are apparently getting better !! yay joonie !!!) he may even crave their clingy tendencies at times just as a reminder that he, indeed, is loved. Even if he thinks he isn’t loved widely, which he is, he knows he is loved deeply and that’s a lot more than enough for him. His favorite moments are when they both have a day off and just snuggle up on the couch, talking about anything and everything that they love about one another.

Min Yoongi

Originally posted by yooingi

Some may not agree with me on this, but I feel like Mr. Agust D here is the number one tsundere when it comes to someone clinging to him. If you were to randomly sit on his lap while he works, he would call you a total burden and annoyance whilst puling you closer to him in a tight embrace. This attitude of his has caused him to get teased by his members and s/o alike, but he doesn’t care and continues his actions nonetheless. There are some times were he really doesn’t want the contact, though. Whenever his key phrase of “I’d rather be alone at the moment,” is heard, it’s a sign that he REALLY is just not in the mood. He may be a bit mood swingish at times, but you know, that’s probably why we all love him.

Jung Hoseok

Originally posted by hohbi

We all know that this fluffy ball of sunshine would be clingy as hell right back at his s/o in all scenarios, almost becoming the annoying one himself. Despite every kiss, cuddle, hug, etc. tending to be at the worst times (i.e. when he’s trying to focus on that level of his game that he just cannot beat), he would love every action and reciprocate it ten times over, maybe even creating a competition of who can be more disgustingly cute. Note: he would win every time by jokingly creating sexual tension.

Park Jimin

Originally posted by itschiminie

This boy. Is the king. Of sexual tension. Wait, no. He becomes the king of sexual tension. Jimin is the type to be very shy at first when it comes to clingyness. He would push it away in public, laugh light-heartedly at the idea when at home, and become red faced when its actually acted upon. But no fear! He warms up super quickly and when he does he becomes the cutest puppy around. he’ll cuddle the hell out of his s/o, show off his love in multiple different ways, and even show off his newfound confidence in front of the other members. After even more warming up though, he would be the type to start getting riskier, and riskier, and riskier. It would be a compete joke at first, laughing at the shy and cute responses he would receive and then returning to his usual fluffy attitude. Then he would start getting a bit serious, and this would progress until every member thought of it being too gross to even be in the same house as the two. Basically - I’ve been reading too many CEO Jimin fanfics :))

Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by bwipsul

Playfully soft puppy cuddles all day everyday. That is all.

Jung Jungkook

Originally posted by cyyphr

I feel that Jungkook would be so absent minded about the clingyness (from trying not to die of shyness/embarrassment) that he would unknowingly reciprocate and it would be the cUTEST SHIT EVER LIKE-  just think: His s/o leaning into him and him silently leaning back, them hugging his waist and him easily wrapping an arm around their shoulders, whining at him for attention and only receiving a soft head pat in return (but they both know that’s his way of showing he cares). Surely he would warm up over time, but at first it’s only him and his slight gestures that keep his s/o satisfied and happy.

So @lululawrence tagged me in what I’m working on as far as writing. I’m sure by now you’ve all read me complain about my writer’s block, which is disastrous, but surprisingly I do still have a few WIPs. Most of which, I’m sure, will never see the light of day, but! I would do anything for my dear Sus if she asked me so. Here we go!

1. Now My Bedsheets Smell Like You- Amanda’s attempt at angst that literally no one asked for- Yay!!! Set in NYC, this wip features a down-on- his luck couch surfer and one hit wonder extraordinaire Harry Styles, who musters up the courage to perform again at the open mic night held at a bookstore/cafe owned by friend of a friend. The cafe owner, a one Louis Tomlinson, is looking for a night of entertainment to boost his numbers, he doesn’t expect to fall in love with a wayward pop star instead.

2. Every Little Thing-
Louis is only four when he finds out his family is magical, and only 21 when his magic vanishes without a trace. He’ll do anything to get it back, including travel great distances and enlist the help of a wacky cast of characters. It isn’t until he meets an average curly haired guy named Harry that he realizes maybe some things are better than magic.

3. Hearts Don’t Break Around Here- Apparently all my titles come from Ed Sheeran songs? Anyway, this is canon compliant, a headcanon about this song that got way way way out of control. Featuring Louis whispering into Harry’s ear “oh we’re in love, aren’t we?” every night and talks about lighthouses and growing old and living life together. Basically the lyrics of the song gender bent and applied to Haz and Lou.

And lastly! 4. This one I’m actually super excited about and super nervous to type out here. It features small town America Harry and Louis who grow up together. Best friends who occasionally kiss type of thing. Fate hands them a twist when they don’t get into the same school. Harry has to stay behind and take up the family business while Louis goes away to pursue music. Country music, to be exact. I don’t want to say much more (because I’m still outlining and this one I actually might publish for real) but suffice it to say… I hope this one is good.

Also I’ve tossed around a sequel to FLI, but I’m not quite there yet.

I’m sure everyone has done this? But I’ll tag @louandhazaf, @dimpled-halo, @a-writerwrites, @unintentionalarry, @alivingfire, @someonethatsfunny, @tvshows-addict
and @fullonlarrie because I’m dying of curiosity to see what you all are working on too!

Just finished my last shift at the job that’s been tearing my soul out for over a year. Now I can stop working two jobs and just settle into the lovely new one. Thank you so much to everyone on here who’s been rooting so hard for me.

i turn 25 tomorrow and im the happiest ive ever been in my life. this is sappy but real. i want to thank all my friends on here who have supported me for years when i was truly crazy depressed, like depressed enough to drop out of school twice and not be able to do anything productive and meaningful for literally four years. thanks to every one of you for making me laugh when almost nothing else would and for checking up on me when i needed it. i love you all

to anyone else reading this it really does get better the more you live and the more you learn. dont give up on life yet

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Cause I’m deep in my Bellarke Fam feels today!

Honestly you’re all bendiciones in my life! From every single one of my mutuals, to people who just send anon messages to spread some light and happiness, all of you are so dear to me.

This past weekend I went to Melbs for a quick weekend trip and met @aarya @fairytalesandbrokencrowns and @rayven-rayes not one of my interactions with these eloveky ladies was awkward. It was like coming home to friends you haven’t seen in a while, so incredibly easy and also a bit overwhelming.

So basically what I’m saying is we have an amazing community going on here. Cherish and love one another and if you can go put and meet each other. There’s nothing like giving that person who males you smile a hug in real life.

Los quiero tanto amorcitos

Imagine #5: Warped tour with Calum

Originally posted by jugheadjoues

Requested: Yes

Request: Hey would you be able to write an imagine where you’re dating calum and you’re a famous singer performing at warped tour and he comes and visits out, an like we hangout ftd?? It’ be great if you could I your writing sm dude!!

Word Count: 860

Warnings: None

A/N: I am so sorry these are taking so long. I just got a job, and school is almost over, my goddaughter will be here any day now! And I was reunited with a guy that I have liked since Sophomore year. But the other ones, will be out soon.


I’m lost in my thoughts,
I don’t know where my love life has gone,
Smoke and champagne on my mind
,’

You belted out the final lyrics to Smoke and Champagne to the roaring crowd that was also singing along with you. Thousands of people, knowing who you were and what song you were singing was probably the most wonderful rush, you could ever get in life. With a final good-bye, and a wave from yourself and bandmates, rushing off stage to the back rooms that were set up for the artists that were singing at warped tour.

“That.. was insane!” You heard an all too familiar voice holler down the hall, turning around your mouth opening a little from the shock, that Calum was here. “Calum?” You mumbled from shock, his face brightening up in a large smile, sprinting off into a run, Calum doing the same but he was doing it in slow motion. Reaching him, both of you falling to the ground in a heap of limbs.  

Giggles were heard from the both of you, “I can’t believe you are here!” You hollered, sitting up and sitting in his lap.  “I told you, I wasn’t going to miss this,” He spoke as he ran a hand down the side of your face. “Nice, we see how it is. You don’t want to see us,” Ashton interrupted, his arms folded in front of his chest and an evident pout on his face.  

“Oh, my Ashton! How much I have missed that horri.. I mean gorgeous face,” You mocked, folding your hands together and resting them on the side of your face. Calum was snickering, “Oh be quiet..  You know you want all of dis,” Ashton retorted though he couldn’t hold back the giggle from rolling his lower body while shaking his upper.

“I am going to go and find some food,  give you both a little privacy,” He said walking away from the two of you,  “Want to get off the floor and I can give you a tour?” You questioned, helping him up from the ground. Nodding his head, grasping your small hand in his.  

“This is where I change along with the others,  this is where we perform for hundreds of people.. That for some weird reason, want to see our…unique selfs,” You talked on and on,  dragging him around behind stage, to the other dressing rooms that the other performs were at. He even met up with Tyler and Josh.

You both stayed around for a little while, talking with them and about maybe even collaborating on the next album together. “Yeah man, that would be killer,” Tyler said bouncing from one leg to another, he was starting to get hyped about being the next one on stage. “I don’t know, I would love to see who would win in a drum battle between Josh and Ashton.. May not want them to be in the same room,” You advised them both, before waving good-bye to them when someone from the set came and told them they were next up.
“I can write that off my list, Twenty One Pilots wants to collaborate with 5 seconds of summer,” Calum said in awe, striking his hand threw the air, like he was really cross it off his bucket list. Rolling your eyes at his weirdness, “Yes you can know. Where to now?” You piped up, intertwining your hands together throwing them back and forth.

“I kind of want to see Twenty One Pilots perform.” That is what you both did, with Ashton dancing and singing behind you till the both of you parted ways with Ashton to go backstage to the dressing room.
“When are you going on again?” Calum wondered out loud,his arm draped over the couch and you lying in his side.

“I go back on tomorrow!” You beamed up at him, he was staring at the door like he was waiting for something to happen. And something did happen, a knock was heard, followed by two people walking in the room.

“Mom? Dad?!” You hollered, trying to wrapping around the fact that they were here. “Hey honey, Calum flew us out here,” Your Dad told you as he wrapped you in his arms, tears were pooling in your eyes, “You did?”
“Yeah, you were telling me the other day about how you wish they could see you on stage more. And I got the bright idea, along with Ashton help,” Calum stood behind you, closing his eyes in pure bliss by the overly-excited expression on your face. “Thank you, you’re the best. Seriously, the best,” You blurted out, he couldn’t help but feel a little cocky about the fact that you just said he was the best.

“What can I say, I am the boom.com.”

“No.. I take it back, Ashton is the best.”

“Ah! I am, why am I the best?” Ashton spoke out, walking in the room with two baskets of food and a hat that was feeding him whatever liquid was in it. Shaking your head at them both, “Never mind, neither of you are ‘the best’ or awesome.”  

goldcaught  asked:

headcanons + BODYGUARD AU

This one was tough, because I kept going back and forth on who should be the bodyguard. For once, I went the slightly more typical route and said it would be Klaus (although I should totally write a one  shot where it’s Caroline).

  1. He’s her bodyguard because she witnessed a murder. But she also has to  go home because her BFFs Bonnie and Enzo are getting married AND I AM BOTH MAID OF HONOR AND BEST MAN, I CAN’T STAY HERE!!
  2. You know what this means, right?  It means this is also a fake dating AU.  Enzo is very distressed, because Gorgeous, you always tell me about your men, how do  I not know about this? (cue Klaus in the background: Men? REally, Love?)
  3. I’m unsure who the villain would be, but possibly evil!Stefan who will also  be her evil!Ex, and Klaus will  shoot him.
  4. They have to share a bed.  Because if they don’t, Enzo will totally know. HE JUST KNOWS THINGS KLAUS!!
  5. One  of them will probably almost die - likely Klaus - cuing tearful, heartfelt promises of love and that it wasn’t just sex (because they’d  only last, like, three days sharing a bed without sex. I’m here for the emotional slow burn,not the sexual one, thanks).

Send me a ship and an AU for headcanons

minkefreak  asked:

Just in case you're getting hate for being muslim today: Here is one Atheist who refuses to accuse muslims of being guilty in any way of what happened in London! I will defend your right to believe what you believe until the day I die, with everything I have. Terrorists are NOT muslims, they abuse your religion for heinous acts, and that can NEVER be your fault! Do NOT let anyone tell you you should feel guilty for your religion. You are a wonderful person, I am glad you are the way you are! <3

SUE!!!!!!!
HELLOOOOOO MY LOVE!!!!

Aaaah, thank you SO SO much!!!! Thank you for … just, always being there, to listen, to understand. You’re such a wonderful person who’s so open and loving and warm and accepting. Thank YOU for being you!!! 💕💕💕

anonymous asked:

You just want attention, bitch. Stop fucking posting, no one loves you

*sighs*

…You know what?

You’re right. I do want attention.

But only because I get ignored at home, everyone’s attention is on ONE person in the spotlight.

And at school, I have only my best friend to turn to.

The rest of the time; I’m either worrying myself into a fucking panic attack, thinking back to my horrible past, or I’m thinking of depressive thoughts.

The only thing keeping me alive right now is a promise I made to someone and the only ones who actually love me.

So you know what, hate Anon?

You are the 25th Anon to send me one of these.

Do me a favor;

Go fucking take your hate somewhere else.

~~~

This goes out to any other hater here.

If you are ready to tell me “OH YOU JUST WANT ATTENTION” or call me “BITCH”, don’t bother even doing it!

Because I don’t fucking care anymore!

It won’t hurt me anymore!

accent challenge
lmao
accent challenge

hello i was tagged to do the accent challenge by @harryed 💞💞💞 i’ve never posted one of these before but anyway…. here i am.. 

im tagging @helladonut @harryfeatgaga @harrzan @harrysfilm @harrysvoice @harryshyles  @horsensharry and @harryingrey if you guys wanna do this :D also anyone else who wants to do this feel free to say i tagged you, i love hearing peoples voices!!!

anyway lets get into it!

- Your name and username.

- Where you’re from.

- Pronounce the following words: Aunt, Roof, Route, Theater, Iron, Salmon, Caramel, Fire, Water, New Orleans, Pecan, Both, Again, Probably, Alabama, Lawyer, Coupon, Mayonnaise, Pajamas, Caught, Naturally, Aluminium, GIF, Tumblr, Crackerjack, Doorknob, Envelope, GPOY.

- What is it called when you throw toilet paper on a house?

- What is a bubbly carbonated drink called?

- What do you call gym shoes?

- What do you call your grandparents?

- What do you call the wheeled contraption in which you carry groceries at the supermarket?

- What is the thing you change the TV channel with?

- Choose a book and read a passage from it.

- Do you think you have an accent?

- Do you know anyone on Tumblr in real life?

- End audio post by saying any THREE words you want

Vroom! {Sirius Black x Reader}

Just a quick one for Sirius while I work on my other ideas. I had to do a bit of research about motorcycles and ughhhh, i want a Harley-Davidson so baaaad. Or a BMW bike. Anyway, here you go, lovelies!

Reader is a muggle who works at a cafe and meets a charming boy with a nice big bike. 

@allertonn

Enjoy!

xx

Working as a barista at a small cafe was not as easy as (Y/n) thought. She needed a bit of money to pay for her rent and though the pay wasn’t much, it helped her lessen her expenses. She would work overtime to get a bit of extra money but what really made her job difficult is the fact that she had to work twice as hard, seeing as her coworkers were useless, lazy flirts who did nothing but read magazines and check out guys from the window. She wished her manager was aware of this but even she was too busy dealing with her other businesses which had even bigger problems.

(Y/n) watched the clock hand tick by until it was time to leave. It was almost 11pm before the next shift starts and her coworker will march right in through the door with her thick red lipstick and hideous handbag.

But as she waited for another ten minutes, no one entered the shop.

Her coworker was not normally late despite how ridiculously dressed she may be so naturally, (Y/n) started to worry. She pulled out her phone to call her coworker and wrote down what time she ended her shift for her boss to see in the morning when she heard the door open, ringing the bell that hung on top. (Y/n) smiled and turned around.

“Oh, Jesse! I was starting to worry. I thought you were–”

The stranger looked at her, his black leather jacket wet, and his long dark hair soaking. (Y/n) had not even noticed the rain outside. The man held a motorbike helmet in his arm and ran his fingers through his hair, combing it back.

“Got any firewhiskey here?” He asked with a smile that would surely make her coworkers squeal and drool.

She shook her head at the mention of ‘whiskey’ and softly replied, “No, sir. We only have coffee and tea.”

“I’ll be having tea then.”

“What kind?” She asked.

“There’s more than one kind?” He said.

(Y/n) chuckled which made him blush. He had never been to a muggle café before and he hated how embarrassed he was feeling right now, standing like an idiot in front of a cute barista while drenched from the rain. He scratched the back of his neck and walked towards the counter to read the menu.

Everything was unfamiliar and though he had had tea before, he never got the chance to know what was his favorite. If only Prongs was here, he would’ve known. He looked at the list of the different kinds of coffee and tea and found one that looked familiar.

“Uh, this mat-cha espresso one.”

(Y/n) smiled amusingly. Not only was it the worst drink in the shop, he was clearly clueless about what he wanted. She bit the inside of her cheek to prevent herself from laughing.

“Might I make a suggestion?”

Sirius nodded.

“Our bestseller is the chocolate mousse tea. Everyone loves that one.” She said.

Chocolate moose? Muggles sure are weird, he thought.

“Well, what’s your favorite?” He asked. She looked like a decent person so her favorite might just be the safer option.

“Chamomile. But we don’t have any today.” She said.

“Where can I get those?”

He must be a foreigner. He’s not kidding, is he?

“I have one at home. Maybe I can bring some for you next time.” She replied, fiddling with her fingers awkwardly at her own suggestion for him to see her again some day. He seemed like an interesting person and she wanted to know him more despite how clueless he was when it comes to beverages.

“Why wait?” He smirked, “I mean, you’re supposed to be home now anyway, right?”

Okay, he’s creepy. How did he know when my shift ends? Sure, he’s gorgeous and all but the fact that he knew about her schedule was strange.

“How did you–”

He handed her the piece of paper where she wrote her end shift which was 11pm. It was 11:30pm now.

“It might have flown or something,” he said, “So can we get that chamely–”

“Camomile,” she corrected.

“Right. Your favorite. Miss…?”

“(Y/n). And you are?”

“Sirius Black,” he said, shaking her hand.

“Pleasure to meet you,” she said, “I’ll just grab my coat.”

Sirius handed her his helmet after she was done, her hair loose and her black coat on. As they were about to leave, the door opened once more, revealing her coworker 30 minutes late in her red lipstick and neon green heels.

“(Y/n)! Sorry, I was late. I needed to–”

“It’s alright. I already checked out.” (Y/n) smiled.

The two went out into the night, the rain now softly drizzling. Sirius walked towards his motorbike, a big white 1959 Triumph 650 T 120 Bonneville. He took an extra helmet from the helmet case before putting it on. (Y/n) was surprised at the size of the motorbike which was bigger than the ones she’d see on the streets.

Sirius swung his leg over the bike and started the engine, making it rumble loud while she proceeded to sit comfortably behind him.

“Hold on tight, love.” He smirked, his voice husky and his hands gripping the handlebars.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and as the engine roared, he drove it quick and straight towards the empty road. The evening wind rushed past them, making (Y/n) smile excitedly as they ride. They crossed the bridge that had a few cars and zoomed past them. It felt dangerous to be with Sirius who was speeding through the streets but it did not bother her at all. It fueled her like gasoline and for the first time in in her life, she felt alive.

since people are curious about our identities here are some we gave ;; 

admin 1 goes around as cha-schire (guess the bias~? ‘u’) if you’ve noticed i use he/him pronouns, and is the more newer one ;;;

admin 2 is astre who uses they/them pronouns, ‘the hyukkie admin’ (thanks to @/hansangboob [they loved the nickname a lot btw ^^] ) and yes, is a mutual of @/nxnight. they also make memes, and have a sideblog just dedicated to vixx and yeah pretty much all we’ve give :>

hope this helps somehow :D

hi everyone! just a quick check-in to say if you’re ever sending anon hate, especially to blog like this (I can’t think of a blog with better intentions than one like this, besides like the anti-puppy kicking brigade?), then I feel bad for who you have become. 

I don’t know what you’ve gone through to make you like this or to push you so far away from basic human empathy, but in any case, pointless hate against vulnerable people is unwelcome here, and I seriously recommend you reflect on why you do this and why you would target people who especially need love and support right now such as me and the audience of this blog.