you probably think it's not a big deal

anonymous asked:

Is it ok to have a habit that refers to people to 'they' pronouns, whether their gender is confirmed or unconfirmed? It's troubling me...

I think it’s probably safest to default to they when dealing with any kind of person. It upsets the least amount of people. And if you mess up you can always apologize and correct yourself. Best not to make a big deal out of it in general.


Something caught my attention, and I realised only now.
From what I have seen on the English-speaking Internet people are either afraid of something holding them down in their sleep or think it not a big deal. Here, however, people decided, “It's​ okay, it is probably just a certain small, hair-covered spirit that lives in your house permanently and has about as much authority in it as you do, ask it what it means by waking you up in such a rude manner. ”

Happy Valentines Day

Requested: valentines day imagine on valentines day?



“How are you doing today, buddy?” Your roommate asks as she plops down on the couch next to you. She knows that you’re a little down today because it’s Valentines day so you get to see a ton of couples posting pictures together, but you’ll spend most of the day just missing your boyfriend and trying not to be sad about the fact that you won’t be able to spend Valentines Day together.

“I’m alright.” You reply shortly, not wanting to complain because you really don’t have anything to complain about. You’re just lucky to have Shawn, and you’re proud of everything he’s accomplished, so you won’t let yourself be upset that he can’t be here and that you haven’t even heard from him all day.

“I’m sorry,” She says, even though you said you were alright, she knows you’re not exactly. “Have you talked to him today at least?” She questions.

“Nah, he’s sleeping I think?” You respond because he hasn’t replied to anything you’ve sent him yet, but you’re just assuming with the time zones its probably the middle of the night where he is.

“It’ll just be that much better the next time you see him,” She tries to offer support.

“Thanks, really. I’m fine. It’s not a big deal.” 

She smiles sadly at you, and you hate that she pities you even though she’s not doing it intentionally. At least she drops the subject and you get to talk about other things that puts you in a bit of a better mood and gets your mind off the fact that it’s Valentines Day and you haven’t even heard anything from your boyfriend even though it’s nearly three in the afternoon where you are.

You decide to take a shower, something that normally just helps you to get your mind of things that are bothering you. You’ve probably sent Shawn about ten messages and he hasn’t replied to anything. That’s unlike him, but you know he gets busy sometimes and it isn’t his fault. Or he could be sleeping. Either way it sucks that of all days, he chose Valentines day to not reply to your messages.

When you get out of the shower and get dressed you check your phone again, half expecting to have no notifications, but you’re surprised to see that Shawn has finally texted you. Happy Valentines Day babe xx and the next message asks, Did you get the flowers? You feel a little better. At least he sent flowers, but you hadn’t received any flowers.

You’re alive. No, I haven’t? You reply.

Oh comes his immediate response, and then They should be there soon, are you home?

Yeah You click send and are starting to text him asking about his day just to see how he is, but your doorbell rings. You wonder if it is the flowers he sent, and if it is you’re thinking how it is really weird timing since he had just talked about it. You shake off the thought and open the door without even bothering to look through the peephole. You see the flowers first, probably two dozen red roses. There are so many flowers that you can’t even see the person holding them. You’re about to try to thank the guy who delivered them when the person moves the flowers and you actually see his face. You have to stop yourself from screaming, and your hand goes to your shocked mouth. “Shawn?” You say, not believing your eyes.

“Your flowers are here, baby.” He says, a cheeky grin on his face.

You just hug him tightly, despite the flowers being slightly in your way, then you usher him inside. He hands you the vase of flowers and you quickly put them down before finding yourself back in his arms. “Happy Valentines Day, darling.” He says softly into your ear and you can’t stop yourself from thinking how it really is a happy Valentines Day now that he’s here.

The RFA walking in while you clean the shower and you are naked so nsfw- ish

I had a idea for a Hc after weeks and well it was this -


  • You just wanted to clean the shower but you accidentally hit the water-tap  -is that right ?-
  • - I looked it up and it also gave me water cock  as translation lol-
  • You ended up completely wet so you decided to undress and hang your clothes on the heater.
  • You still had to finish cleaning so you figured you just do it naked.
  • Zen had no idea that you where naked or that you where even in the bathroom.
  • So when he opened the door he was more then surprised to be greeted by your nakedness.
  • He goes backwards and closes the door while trying to keep his calm
  • He wants to take a cold shower but he can´t since you are in their and you are naked.
  • No he cant focus on that he needs to think on something else.
  • He cant be so low and let him self being distracted by your naked body in that shower.
  • He is not that kind of man is not just some lowlife that only focuses on your naked body in that shower cleaning.
  • *has to control the beast, but he has no chance*
  • Well okay he is really distracted who is he kidding while he is still fighting with himself in front of the bathroom you come out and you are dressed again.
  • You wounder if Zen needed to use the bathroom since he looks like he is holding something in.
  • SO when you ask him if he is alright he tells you he is but he rushes in the bathroom and stay their for a really long time.
  • You will not get any sleep tonight.


  • You tell him that you go clean the shower he is feeling bad that you clean so he offers you to cook while you clean.
  • That sounds like a plan to you.
  • When you start cleaning the shower head keeps on dripping water on you so you got no choice and get naked.
  • Meanwhile Yoosung forgot to ask you what you want as side dish so he comes to the bathroom.
  • He opens the door and he sees that you are naked in the shower and Yoosung stares for a bit and then excuses himself.
  • He closes the door and prepossesses what he just seen and then he feel bad that he looked at you for so long.
  • Yoosung feels like he is a huge pervert for looking at you while you are naked.
  • You probably will hate him now he really did not meant to see you like that of course he did but not like that.
  • It would been much better to see you naked when…. well in a different situation.
  • When you are dressed you come out and find Yoosung in deep thoughts and deeply red.
  • You ask him if he has fever he just shakes his head.
  • You tell him that you don´t mind him seeing you naked after all you are a couple now.
  • That only makes Yoosung blush even more.
  • He is oddly quiet for the rest of the evening you think he is sick or tired.
  • Yoosung will get no sleep whatsoever , probably will need a few days to get over it and gets his gears into movement.


  • She comes to visit you but really have to clean your bathtub after you had clothes in their drying.
  • Somehow you get soap all over your outfit so you have to undress and wash the soap out of your clothes.
  • Jaehee comes in since you are taking quite a while their and she sees that you are naked.
  • She mumbles a sorry and goes right back outside.
  • You yell after her that its no big deal.
  • She is really embarrassed though she would rather let something like happen more naturally.
  • Jaehee gets flustered from her own thoughts and tries to distract herself with making coffee.
  • That works a bit at least till you are back out the rest of the evening she keeps being flustered even when you did not mind it so much.
  • Jaehee made way too much coffee so neither of you sleeps that night.
  • You have a sleep over and watch a lot of movies while Jaehee can´t focus at all.


  • You accidentally get colored soap all over the bathtub when you are by him.
  • You feel so bad about it that you start cleaning it.
  • In between you see that your clothes also got dirty so you just get naked and wash the soap out before it drys.
  • You end up cleaning the bathtub naked.
  • Jumin worries after you not return he thinks something bad must had happened.
  • He images that you  fainted or got hurt.
  • When  he opens the door and he sees that you are naked and you are in the bathtub.
  • He is a bit confused but he is glad that you feel that comfortable here that you are wanting to take a shower.
  • Jumin is more then happy to give you all you need.
  • Then he notices that you are cleaning Jumin knows that his maid does a fully okay job to clean everything.
  • He casually asks you what is up and you are really surprised to see Jumin standing in the door.
  • You are really embarrassed and nervously tell him what happened.
  • Jumin tells you that it was not a big deal and you should stop cleaning.
  • Well your clothes are still wet so you gotta wait a bit longer in here to dress back up.
  • Jumin has no idea why you see the need to dress back up now.
  • Hint you get no sleep.


  • You are in Rikas apartment  with 707 and the shower really needs to be cleaned.
  • You tell him that you go cleaning it but he is ignoring you.
  • So you start to scrub but you get all wet from it so you decide t undress so you can take a shower once you are done.
  • 707 meanwhile had not heard what you said since he had his headphones on full volume.
  • He just wants to use the bathroom so he opens the door and he sees you all naked.
  • He steps back out he figures you just forgot to lock the door.
  • How careless of you you rally need to learn that he will have to remind you later on that.
  • He can´t forget what he saw though.
  • Its a endless loop in his head what makes his concentration even worth.
  • He is secretly coursing you for being that mindless but he is also secretly thanking god for letting him see you naked.
  • You are a blessing and a course to him and he can´t decide what is worse but you differently have to pay for it later.

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anonymous asked:

How do you think Viktor's first encounters with Yuuri's anxiety go down? Sure, he knows Yuuri has it, read a ton of stuff about it, even heard Yuuri describe how it feels like during their big talk probably, but it's different when he sees it on his own, or when Yuuri goes into a panic attack in front of him.

I think he kind of panics which doesn’t exactly help much because reading about something and it actually happening is very different but he still deals with it quite well and helps Yuuri calm down and brings him tea afterwards and lets Yuuri cuddle and doesn’t pressure him to talk about it until he feels ready. He’s not perfect at it but he improves over time 

It’s Going to be Okay

Request: I’ve got a request, you’re the Winchesters sister (older than Sam but younger than Dean) and she sold her soul when she was about 16 to save John, she didn’t tell anybody and 10 years later the hellhounds come to get her, she tries to be alone when she dies but it kinda failed and the boys have to see it happen (I hope it’s not too much information!)

Word Count: 2818

Warnings: some swearing, a little bit gorey when she’s getting ripped to shreds by the hellhounds, just a heads up I almost made myself cry

A/N: ok so heads up I made myself want to curl up into a ball and die on the floor so im almost sorry for writing this but I couldn’t help myself its probably not even that emotional but still and whatever you do make sure that you do not listen to Brother by NEEDTOBREATHE bc I did and now im dead wow im making such a big deal out of this its probably because its like 1am but still
I hope this is what you wanted and sorry that it came out so late, but I just kind of got caught up in other stuff and couldn’t think of what to write soo yeah (btw I got the info for how to treat stab wounds from here and here should you guys ever feel the urge to know what to do in these scenarios)

I reposted this because some people had difficulties getting access to this. Hopefully it works. hmu if not!

“Dad!” Y/N heard Dean scream as the werewolf snuck behind John. She watched as the blade sank into his stomach, one hand stifling his grunt of pain.

“No,” she whispered. “No!” Quickly, she shot the monster in the back, running over to where Dean was trying to support his father.

“Y/N,” he snapped. “Bring the car around back. We’re taking him back to the motel and stitching him back up. Go,” he added when she didn’t move.
Nodding slowly, she ran to the impala. Not wasting any time, she swung open the door and opened the driver’s door. She had to hurry, had to be fast. They could fix dad, he’d be fine. Otherwise…


He’d be fine.

“Open the back door,” he grunted, helping his father to the car. “Sit back there with him. I’m going to drive.”

Quickly they moved, wary of the precious time they had left. Y/N had barely sat down on the seat beside John when the car lurched forward. She gasped, closing the car door and glaring at Dean.

“Y/N,” her father’s voice sounded pained. She checked the wound. It was bad. “Y/N.”

“Yeah?” she responded, not paying much attention to his words. She was too busy trying to figure out what to do while they were driving.

“Don’t…” he coughed. “Don’t let the boys do anything stupid, okay?”

“You’re going to have to hold me to that,” she grunted, ripping off her flannel to use it to stop the blood flow. “You’re not dying on me. Not now.”

“Y/N-” he tried again.

“Dean,” she interrupted. “Step on it. He’s bleeding through everything I can give him.”

“Got it.” The car accelerated, blurring the lights of passing storefronts and homes as they sped towards the motel.

Y/N closed her eyes, pre-planning the next steps. She’d have to first get him inside without shifting him so he’d bleed harder, and then find gauze to stop the bleeding. Once that was finished, she’d clean the wound, sterilize it, and-

“Y/N!” Dean called back to her. “We’re here. Get Sam!” Y/N scrambled to get out of the car, racing inside.

“Y/N?” Sam asked, standing up from his position on the bed. “What-”

“Dad’s hurt,” Dean interrupted, half-carrying him through the door. “Y/N, what do we do?” Sam and Dean looked to her, awaiting orders. She had always been the one to stitch them all back up, even when she herself was injured. It was like they all had a role: Dad was the leader; Dean was the soldier who made sure all the orders were carried out; Sammy did the research; and Y/N was the medic. Together, they kicked ass.

Until now.

“Y/N!” Dean yelled at her, shaking her from her thoughts. “What do we do?”

“Lay him down on the bed,” she ordered. “Sam, apply pressure. Dean, sterilize it. Do not touch the knife. Leave it in. It’s stopping most of the blood flow, and any movement could cause further damage.”

They all scrambled in haste to attend her orders. She tore his clothes to further inspect his wound.

“Y/N,” John coughed. She immediately shoved a pillow beneath his head. “Y/N, remember what I said-”

“No,” she said sternly, looking him in the eye. “You are not dying. I am not becoming an orphan, not today. Sam! Where are you?”

“Coming!” he called rushing over to the bed with his cloth. Y/N scrambled back, letting Sam fill in her spot. Dean followed close behind, following the procedure that she had drilled into his brain from the numerous times she had performed them on him.

She turned to the bathroom, washing her hands and splashing some water on her face. Come on, Y/N, she thought to herself. Dad’s… face it. Dad’s dying, and you don’t know what to do. How can you save him?

Then it hit her.

She vaguely remembered seeing a crossroads on the way here. She knew the moment the knife had plunged into her father’s abdomen that she wasn’t nearly well trained enough to deal with this; not with the supplies she had. There was only one way to save him at this point.

Y/N ran out of the bathroom, snatching her jacket and racing out the door.

“Y/N!” Dean screamed for her, but she kept sprinting. “Y/N, get your ass back in here! Dad’s-” his voice broke off. He was unable to say it. She had to act fast.

Y/N always knew this day would come. That was why she carried a premade box around with her, inside her jacket when they hunted should the occasion ever arise. Quickly she made her way to the gravel road, stopping dead center in the parking lot. Checking to see she wasn’t being followed, she planted the box. Scooping the dirt back over it, she stood up.

“C’mon,” she tapped her foot impatiently. “Come on, you stupid son of a-”

“I’d watch that tongue, sweetie,” a voice from behind her. She whipped around, coming face to face with a young woman. She had dark features and wore black clothing. Not that it mattered to Y/N.

“Save my dad,” she practically yelled. The demon raised an eyebrow. She collected herself, taking a deep breath. “Please.”

“You know the terms, I assume?” the demon asked slowly. Too slowly for Y/N’s liking. “Ten long, good-”

“Yeah, yeah,” Y/N said, striding over to her. “Ten years. I know. Now shut up and take my soul.” With that, she planted her lips on the demon’s. She was shocked at first, but quickly responded.

“See you then,” she smirked before leaving Y/N to walk back to the motel, still in shock from what she had just done. She had barely walked back inside the motel room when Dean was in her face.

“What the hell, Y/N?” he nearly shouted. She frowned, confused as to why he wasn’t screaming, until she saw her father. His chest was gently rising and falling, as though he had just taken a nap and not been stabbed. The blood was hardly flowing, and he was… snoring? Y/N didn’t think that she’d ever heard her father snore before.

“He’s fine.” She shrugged him off, going to sit on her bed. She put her head in her hands.

“He wasn’t when you left!” he spat at her. Sam didn’t even look at his sister.

“Y/N, he could have died, and you left. Next time you decide to bail on family, go ahead and stay away.”

“Dean,” she whispered. “Please. I was-”

“I don’t want to hear it,” he snapped. “Now that no one is dead, I’m going for a walk. Because I actually tried to help, so I deserve that.” With that, he left.

“Y/N,” Sam said after a minute of silence. “You did know… you did know that dad was going to be okay, right? Before you left?” She smiled wearily, trying not to memorize every feature of her little brother’s face. She attempted to not memorize his soft eyes, his optimistic tone, his mussy hair and innocence.

“Of course, Sam. I had it all under control.”

Ten Years Later

Y/N drank down the last of her whiskey as she glanced at the clock on her phone. It flashed 11:56pm in the faint light the screen provided. She sat down on the curb, watching as the cars drove by. She waited, ever so calm and patient, for it to come.

For them to come.

She had been experiencing the symptoms recently: visions; sounds; the whole shebang. Y/N thought she had done a fairly good job at hiding them from her brothers, but they weren’t totally convinced. That was why they were watching her from far away. Not that she knew.

It was ten years exactly. Ten years since the deal. Though Sam left and dad did die eventually, she didn’t regret it. There was some sort of a calm washing over her. She was going to die for a good cause, and her brothers wouldn’t see it.

A twig snapped behind her.

She didn’t even turn around. She sighed, standing up.

“I’ll come into the alley. Make it easier to clean up.”

Silently she walked into the alleyway, taking one last swig of alcohol before setting it on the ground. She reached into her pocket, pulling out a letter. She laid it by her canteen. A single tear slipped. I love you, Sam and Dean, she thought to herself. I love you boys.

“Take me away,” she whispered. Then hot breath blew against her neck, and she was knocked to the ground. She didn’t put up a fight.

“Y/N!” Dean screamed, sprinting towards her. Sam was close behind. “Y/N!”
She turned her head around, a sad smile plastered on her face.

“Sam, Dean,” she coughed out, body being torn to shreds by some invisible force. “I-”

Her throat was slashed. She spoke no more.

After a moment, the slicing stopped.

The boys ran to her side, tears streaming down their faces. Sam clutched her jacket front, sobbing openly into her chest. There was no heartbeat, no warmth, no nothing expect the cold and metallic scent of her blood and body tissue that made him want to throw up.

“Y/N!” Dean screamed. “No, you selfish- how could you- why?” His body wracked with cries, leaning his forehead against hers, trying to will her to come back. It was nearly an hour before either of them saw the flask and folded paper beside it. Sam moved to it first. He read it, fresh tears springing to his eyes.

“Dean,” he croaked. “Dean.”

“What?” his brother snapped.

“She… she left a note.”

“… What?”

“Here. Read it.”

He thrust the paper out to Dean, who hesitantly took it. Taking a shuddering breath, he opened the letter.

Dear Sam and Dean,

I know I should have told you, but when I tried it couldn’t come out. There were so many times when I tried to memorize your face, your voice, your everything, that I figured you shouldn’t be burdened with it. It was my weight to carry, and I have never welcomed a trouble more.

Remember that hunt we went on, ten years ago to this date? It was a werewolf case. It got dad. I just couldn’t let him die. So, I sold my soul. I suppose it doesn’t matter much now that he’s gone anyways, but I’m glad I did it. He lived so we could have a parent an adult to watch over us. I did it so Dean wouldn’t have to be the oldest, watch out for his younger siblings. I don’t regret it.

Dean, after reading this and thinking about our argument, I know you’re going to blame yourself. Please, try not to. I know you will anyways, but I love you and don’t want you to go through that. God, I can’t say that enough. I love you. I love you. I love you. Don’t you dare ever forget it or think otherwise. I will kick your ass from beyond the grave so help me. All I ask is that you accept this, don’t do what I did, and move on. Don’t forget me, but accept what has happened and move on. I don’t want you to suffer. I love you. Accept my passing and move forwards. Don’t be afraid to cry. Don’t be afraid to fear. To be afraid to experience emotions. Taking care of yourself takes care of more than yourself. I love you. The only thing I ask you to be strong for is Sam. I know he can take care of himself, but I still worry about the kid. I love you. More than you’ll ever know. I’ll miss you. I’ll miss your stupid jokes and the way your jaw sets when you’re trying to hold in your emotions and I’ll miss your eyes that remind me of second grade when I climbed up in the tree and played with the leaves after the bully pushed me to the ground and you sat with me, saying that you loved me and that nothing would ever happen to me. Nothing ever did. Know that. You couldn’t have stopped me, even if you wanted to. I love you. I love you so much.

Sammy, my not-so-little brother. You never gave up on me, even when I gave up on myself. I can never repay you for that. Please, I know you are going to find some way to blame yourself, and so will Dean. I just need you to be there for him. Remember all those times where the world was trying to tear us apart, and remember how we said, “Screw you. We’re a family.” I know you’re going to hurt, and I know you’re going to hurt bad. And that’s okay. It’s okay for you to want to cry, to scream, to break everything until there is nothing left and your knuckles bleed. It’s okay for you to fall to your knees, as long as you get back up again. Please, know I love you. I’ll never tell you enough. I never told you enough. I love you. I love your long hair (don’t tell Dean, but it always made me happy when you let me run my fingers through it). I love your eyes that I can never quite describe, the way they always seem to change colours but never fail to turn back to my favourite shade of sunshine through whiskey, copper against sage and honey and when they glow I never fail to smile because even when I felt like calling the hounds early, you always carried me forwards. You never even knew it. I love you. I’m going to miss your quirkiness and love for learning and the way that you always would light up when you knew the answer to a question or saw that we were proud of you. I’ll never stop being proud of you. I’ll never stop loving you.

All the way through hell, I’ll remember you boys and be okay. I’m going to be okay. I’m going to remember how much I love you two, how much I love the way that you’re always bickering to make me laugh and the way that Dean smells like gun smoke and whiskey that I can call home, the way that Sam always tries to look for the best in things, the way that even though life has thrown him every curveball it has that he still hasn’t backed down.

I’m going to try to stop writing how proud I am of you boys before I tear up and ruin this page like I did with the others. Please, be there for each other. Don’t drink away your pain. Remember me. Know I love you. I love you so much. God, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop writing it down. I love you. I love you. I love you. You two have always been there for me, so I ask that you be there for each other. I know you’ll both want to take the impala and drive away from each other and not speak about this incident for days, weeks- hell, probably not even years if I know anything about you two- but please, stay with each other. That’s all I want for you two. I love you. Please, help each other. Be available for each other. Don’t go through this alone. Always keep fighting for me. I love you both so much. More than I can say, more than I can write. I’d do this all again if I knew it meant that you two would at least grow up off the streets, with some sort of food in your stomachs on a somewhat regular basis.

I love you both. Please, carry on. I love you. Don’t worry. Hopefully, we won’t see each other anytime soon. When you go to heaven, think of me. Think of our family. We’ll be alright. You’ll be alright. And don’t bother trying to save me. I made sure with the demon that you two couldn’t bring me back.

I love you. So, so much.

Love from your sister,


There was a short funeral.

Bobby showed up. Rufus showed up. Every single hunter they’d met showed up. Y/N had impacted a lot of people. She’d saved a lot of lives.

The body was up in flames before the sun set. Sam and Dean were at the front, where no one could see the tears on their faces. Not that anyone would have the audacity to mention it. Not when there were streaks on their own.

“I love you too, Y/N,” Sam whispered. His voice cracked, even though he barely was heard.

“More than you’ll ever know,” Dean finished. He looked to the sky. “I love you. We all do. I promise, no one will ever forget you. You have my word, sister.”

  • Cashier: This sucks!
  • Other Cashier: *yawns* What sucks?
  • Cashier: This job. I'm so bored. Why can't we just leave?
  • Other Cashier: We've only got two more hours left.
  • Cashier: Yeah, but no one is going to come in. No one shops here. Let's stop pretending that this place is profitable and go home and do important things like sleeping or masturbating.
  • Other Cashier: I mean, you can masturbate in the back room and no one will notice.
  • Cashier: I know, but it's comfier at home.
  • Other Cashier: I get what you're saying, though.
  • Cashier: About masturbating?
  • Other Cashier: No, about going home. I'd do it, but I'm too big of a fan of making money.
  • Cashier: I don't care about money. It's not like my money goes to anything important. I'm pretty against money. I'm a libertarian.
  • Other Cashier: Libertarians love money, dude.
  • Cashier: Oh. What were the names of the one's who hate money?
  • Other Cashier: Commies?
  • Cashier: Yeah, I'm a commie! Fuck money! Everything should be free! ...What does commie even mean?
  • Other Cashier: *shrugs* I don't know. Probably short for something.
  • Cashier: Is it like a race of people or something?
  • Other Cashier: I think so. I hope it's not some sort of ethnic slur.
  • Cashier: I think I'm going to stop calling myself a c*mmie just in case.
  • Other Cashier: Yeah, that's a good idea.
  • *doors slides open*
  • Cashier: Did you see that?
  • Other Cashier: The doors?
  • Cashier: No, the 30% off beauty supplies sign. Of course the doors, dude! They just opened by themselves.
  • *doors slide closed*
  • Cashier: Omigod! That's so creepy. *tugs other cashier's shirt* Isn't that so creepy?
  • Other Cashier: Iunno. Not a big deal to me. Maybe they like malfunctioned or something. It happens.
  • Cashier: Yeah, but you don't think it's suspicious that they malfunctioned when we're in here alone?
  • Other Cashier: Not really, dude. I mean, if they were gonna malfunction, they were gonna do so whether or not anyone was here.
  • Cashier: I guess that makes sense... Hey, that reminds me of this creepy thought I had.
  • Other Cashier: Yeah?
  • Cashier: You remember Mary Kate & Ashley.
  • Other Cashier: The twins?
  • Cashier: No, the other Mary Kate & Ashley.
  • Other Cashier: There was another set of Mary Kate & Ashleys!?
  • Cashier: No, dummy. I was talking about the twins.
  • Other Cashier: Then why did you say there were another set of them?
  • Cashier: I was messing with you.
  • Other Cashier: That's a dumb way of messing with someone.
  • Cashier: Well, you can be really dumb sometimes?
  • Other Cashier: I'm dumb? Aren't you the one who's a commie.
  • Cashier: Don't say c*mmie when it's probably a slur!
  • Other Cashier: *covers mouth* Forgot, sorry dude. Anyway, what were you going to say about Mary Kate & Ashley.
  • Cashier: I don't know, probably something made up and dumb. They're both dead anyway, so who cares.
  • Other Cashier: They died?
  • Cashier: Probably. I mean have you heard anything about them in the last few years?
  • Other Cashier: Nope. I guess they are dead then.
  • *glass shattering*
  • Cashier: Eep! What the hell was that!?
  • Other Cashier: Sounds like it came from the beauty supplies section.
  • Cashier: That's the most isolated part of the store. What if it's like... I don't know a fucking spirit or something?
  • Other Cashier: Spirits aren't real.
  • Cashier: So you think we just go nowhere when we die?
  • Other Cashier: No, like, dead spirits are real. But, like, ghost spirits aren't? Dead spirits probably want to go to heaven instead of sticking around the flesh zone.
  • Cashier: But what if they're going to hell soon? I'd rather haunt a shitty store than go to hell!
  • Other Cashier: We're not supposed to talk about religion at work, dude. Listen, I'm going to check out what broke. You just sit here and twiddle your thumbs or whatever. *walks off*
  • Cashier: Alright, be safe. *twiddle, twiddle, twiddle*
  • Cashier: *looks up at clock* Holy shit! There's only five minutes before my shift ends. Twiddling your thumb wastes so much time. But, my co-worker hasn't come back yet. God, this is bad. No. Stop being paranoid. It's probably nothing. They probably cleaned up whatever broke and went home early. But, that means I have to close this place myself. Shit. I hate closing by myself. It's so creepy.
  • *glass shatters*
  • *a groan comes from within the store*
  • Cashier: *sweats and glances up at the clock* Wow, still five minutes left until my shift ends. Time really does slow down when you're paying attention.
  • *another louder groan*
  • Cashier: Haha, look at the time. Still five minutes left. Every second feels like an hour when you're as hard a worker as I am. *sweats harder* I guess there's nothing wrong with calling it in early, right? That's what being a c*mmie all about. Leaving work whenever you want. Worker's rights and such. It's not in my job description to deal with whatever the fuck is probably in the back of the store. I mean. I'm just a cashier. *shuts off lights and locks up the store* My co-worker probably went out the back anyway. Yeah, that's it. Everything's cool. I'm not doing anything wrong.
  • Cashier: *walks off into the night* I can't wait to go home and have a completely normal night not at all bothered by whatever unseen events just transpired.
  • *the doors to the store are slowly forced open*
  • *hundreds of tiny maggots squirm out in the direction of the cashier*
Review of every type that I’ve encountered (from an INTJ pov)


- for someone who think they’re forward-thinking and progressive, you really sound like a Conservative Grandpa™

- I KNOW YOU’RE CLEVER stop trying to prove it to me just because you read that INTJs are masterminds. It’s tiring. 

- humor probably as dark as their souls


- I think everybody in the squad has had a crush on you at some point

- I mean. You platonically kissed me and I allowed you. 

- the Best Friend™ you see in the movies and never thought they actually existed

- strange in the best way. they never follow social norms and it’s amazing



- shy

- smol


- History & Lit nerd. a bit like Indiana Jones. a lot like ol’ indie J. actually

- horrible fashion taste

- can remember the exact words of a podcast we’ve heard decades ago or quote entire books casually like its no big deal

- part-time emos. socializing can be fatal to them.


- I love your humor, but damn you never use it when you should (like that time you literally tried to put the “fun” in funeral)

- I either agree completely with you or disagree completely. no middle ground.

- every. single. one of you. have weird hair


- I tried to say “hi I like you do you want to date”, you replied with a freudian analysis of college and why people like you will never be like the others and maybe when I’ll be mature enough I’ll be like you, old in my mind and so deeply cynical that every instance of socialization will sound to me like the distant cries of fools would be to an exhausted god, etc. Like. Chill dude I only talked to you because you had pretty eyes.


- SO KAWAAAAAAI. seriously they are like kitten but human kitties

- organisation nerds. imagine how a mom can freak out when she discovers nothing’s ready and Aunt Phyllis is coming in TWO DAYS and omg this house is a mess!!! and then proceeds to clean the entire city block? Yeah, that kind of organisation nerd.

- LOVES gossiping and generally judging people. My fav ‘Let’s comment on every single person we see’ buddy.


- our hurmor is probably worst than ENTP’s and ENTJ’s combined. halfway between aburd, cynical and plain stupid. 

- what’s our problem with youtube/vine/tumblr anyway?! 

- help an INTJ learn things in a fun/non-academic way and they will love you for life. bc they love to learn. 

- secretly loves gossips & fanfictions. has probably 500000 ships atm. and I’m not talking navy-wise.

anonymous asked:

Could I get a request for Kuroo with a long haired s/o (since it's canon that he likes girls with long hair), that cuts her hair off and he's like, shocked, while Yaku is laughing his ass off over that reaction, lmao

I actually didn’t know that! Points to me for being a fan of the show but never really looking too much into it… come on, I write fan stuff for the show! D: But here you are, anon! My first scenario in awhile!! Please enjoy! Thank you!!! -Admin 4AM

“Hey, lookin’ good!” You smile and say that the person who just complimented you looks nice as well. You’re walking to the gym and a lot of your friends have told you how cute you look. All of this praise makes you feel great about you decision and makes you feel truly beautiful. Here are the doors to the gym, just where you were headed!

“Hi, ____!” Someone shouts. The whole team turns with a smile, only for the smile to turn to a look of slight shock and wonder.

“Oh, ____, did you cut your hair? That’s a good length on you!”

“Thanks. It was getting pretty hard to handle before anyways. I’m glad too, it’s so easy to maintain now~”

“_-_-____?!” Kuroo yelps.

“Oh! Tetsurou! Hey. I’ll wait here for today since club got done early, we can walk home together today!”


“Hm?? Tetsurou?” In the background you can hear Yaku snickering and nearly choking on air.

“Yeah, sorry I… what happened to your hair?”

“This?” You ask and play with a couple of the short strands. You smile sheepishly, dropping your hair and looking up at your boyfriend. “I cut it, was getting a little problematic.”

“I see…” Kuroo seems to be in a daze, he cannot stop looking at you. Or more specifically: your hair. “But why?”

“I just said… it was getting problematic. Have you been hydrating yourself enough?”

“Okay,” Kuroo mumbles. Yaku’s snickering turns into small chortles. He’s trying to keep it together but is failing really badly. Are those tears coming out of his eyes?

“Uh, everyone is making sure he’s drinking a good amount of water, right?” A couple of the faces you see smile at you in a teasing manner, but there are some nods here and there. “What is wrong with this man, I swear…”

Kuroo puts a hand on the top of your head and runs his fingers down to the short stop that is the ends of your cut hair. He’s trying to believe this is real. He’s also trying not to be an ass for making a big deal out of how you look. But he can’t help but wish you had your longer hair back.

“This is real life?” Kuroo asks you. You sigh, nodding and even playing with your own hair along with your boyfriend. The look on Kuroo’s face when the fact finally sets in makes Yaku double over and wheeze.

“Someone get Yaku some water! I think he’s about to throw up!”

anonymous asked:

I was really excited but now I can only think they're doing the live show to tell us they're moving out separately which is just ridiculous bc 1 they would never announce it on a live show they would probably just tell us in a tweet or mention it without making a big deal out of it 2 it's obviously okay if they are moving out and I shouldn't get anxious about it 3 basically someone needs to make my brain stop I'm so sorry I'm just rambling anxiety got the best of me

ok before i actually answer this i just want to give you a digital hug and let you know that everything is fine and when i talk about this i’m not trying to invalidate how you feel. i understand the nerves especially after making such an emotional investment in these two guys and the life they’ve built together. but with that being said, i think the prospect of dan and phil moving apart is incredibly implausible, to the point of being absurd. leaving aside the fact that dan has spent nearly the entirety of his adult life cohabitating w phil and the fact that neither of them honestly would know how to function alone bc they’ve lived together for half a decade, and in that time clearly fallen into deeply ingrained habits involving each other, and also leaving aside the fact that i just altogether don’t see why they would have any desire to move apart whatsoever, i think on a purely practical level it makes no sense. like, at bare minimum their careers are inextricably tied together and they spent all of this year hammering home the idea of them as a partnered duo (what better confirmation of that does one need than phil sharing an individual award w dan at the boncas). so they’re going to, AT MINIMUM, continue creating together. in which case, how would it make sense for them to go to separate places when they need each other to make their videos?

but obviously i think all of this cuts far deeper, and dan and phil are partners in every sense not just professional. they share everything. tv viewing habits, breakfast lunch and dinner, a massive dvd and games collection, a plushie collection, a mug collection, all of their filming equipment and cameras, their art and their rave tree and their Tetris light and their golden pig and their muse poster and also nearly all of their friends. they’ve got each other’s fingerprints saved to their phones. they skype after only one day apart. they’re literally just as grossly co-dependent and obsessed with each other as they seem and the idea of them suddenly throwing all of that away makes no sense to me in any capacity. i’m sorry if this seems overly emphatic or critical, and i don’t mean any of it to be rude or patronizing, i just really disagree w this idea that i’ve seen become more and more widely discussed for no apparent reason. i think a lot of it has to do w phil’s age and it frustrates me that people in this community think that life has to end when someone turns 30 lol, that’s honestly not that old and it doesn’t mean he suddenly has to dive into some heteronormative understanding of “family” and settle down w a wife and kids. for all intents and purposes dan and phil already are settled down. they begin and end every day together. they have for the last 5 years and probably also the two years before that even when they were long distance bc skype existed. it makes no sense to ignore all of that and presume that due to some combination of phil’s age and idk …stable contentment, a lack of drama, etc. that something dramatic needs to happen now to shake things up. to me, it’s a lot simpler to just accept how happy they are together and not question it. i hope this is reassuring to you and that you feel a bit better about all of it xx

anonymous asked:

For the last 3 years, I've identified as a bisexual, but I've questioned it the whole time especially recently. I will try to talk to guys, but I just have no interest and tbh I get kind of disgusted. Yet, when I'm talking to a girl or with a girl I'm so happy and I get all nervous and actually want to be with her. I know this sounds obvious that I'm probably just gay, but I used to be so boy crazy when I was younger. I'm honestly just scared to come out again if I am just gay.

Its normal when your sexuality changes, it happens often to people, like before you was bi and now you realize you’re not like that anymore. Its not that big deal to come out second time as it was for the first time, you just can explain that your tastes had changed and now you don’t like boys anymore, i think most of the people will take it easy bc for them it would be like its not getting to know that you’re into lgbt, its like you just changed for little bit 

Who You Main In TF2 Says A Lot About You
  • Scout: You're impatient and u like the double jump
  • Soldier: You're probably American and you like excuses to yell at ya team
  • Pyro: You're good and you like to help and also good job.
  • Demoman: You think blowing shit up is fun and you're probably tactical
  • Heavy: Fuck you and your fucking pocket-medic suck my fucking ass
  • Engineer: I'm gonna level with you. Anyone who mains Engie is probably just tired or lazy. When there's one its no big deal. When there's 2+ you're basically asking me to track your IP and punch you in the throat.
  • Medic: You like helping people!! And I like and appreciate you!! But if you only heal people with cool hats fuck you. Not everyone wants to wear dumb hats, fucking, IOnlyHealPeopleWithHats22. Fuck you. And fuck your pocket-healing too. I changed teams just so I could murder you how the fuck are you going to live with yourself. Asshole. Fuck you.
  • Sniper: Sniping is fun and you like That One Level the best because there's the perfect view. Or you think Sniper is really hot.
  • Spy: Stop sapping my sentries I'm just trying to make friends why are you like this. I thought you were a friendly Spy. We waved and taunted. We had fun. You broke my heart.

anonymous asked:

How would these adorable losers spit out the first "I love you"s? Would they be able to or would the s/o catch them off guard by saying it first?

Oooh cute ♡

Noctis - As if this little shit would ever have the nerve to say the first I love you omg! He’s the type to agonize over it, like he’d want to tell his s/o but he just wouldn’t be able to spit it out because he’s a fucking nerd. I think in the end his s/o would have to say it and he’d just be overcome with so many feels. Like he’d be relieved that its finally been said and its out the way, but at the same time he’d feel so shy and embarrassed, but then I think he’d also feel slightly ashamed?? Mainly at the fact that he didn’t have the nerve to say it first. He’d kinda just look down at his feet, shuffling them about a bit as he stammers out ‘I…uh…I love you too’. I think later on he might mention to his s/o that he wanted to be the one to say it first, to which his s/o would just kiss him on the cheek, telling him not to worry. He’s probably the type to say it every night before going to sleep from then on, it’d be so adorable, just a sleepy at Noctis mumbling a quiet, ‘I love you’.

Prompto - Prompto would definitely say it first. Like I don’t think he’d necessarily mean to say it out loud, but one day it would just slip out and he’d kinda just freeze, trying to process what’s just came out of his mouth. But he’d just kinda shrug and go with it, and he’d just sheepishly grin at his s/o. Deep down he’s quite insecure so I think he’d maybe panic for a second, wondering if he’s said it too soon. However as soon as his s/o says it back he’s gonna be so happy his face is just gonna light up and he’s gonna be grinning from ear to ear and omg his happiness would just be so contagious like anyone within a mile radius is gonna be feeling it. They’d be the cheesy, soppy couple who are all like ‘I love you more’, ‘nope I love you more’ and the chocobros are just gonna mime being sick whenever they witness this and Iggy is just gonna be staring over his glasses at them judgingly.

Gladiolus - Okay so as confident as Gladio is I don’t think he’d be the one to say the first ‘I love you’. Not because he’s too nervous or anything, he’s just not really the smushy, romantic type so he wouldn’t really think about it or see it as a big deal, so his s/o would have to say it first. However, despite him not seeing it as a big deal I think the first time his s/o says it, its gonna catch him off guard. It’ll be one of the rare times when he’s actually gonna be slightly flustered. He’d kinda just rub his neck and chuckle to himself, he’d probably try to tease his s/o and regain some composure by saying something along the lines of ‘heh…I don’t blame you, I am pretty irresistible’ which would earn a loud huff from his s/o. He’d probably kiss them on the forehead before telling them he loves them too. It would secretly be on his mind for the rest of the day, and tbh he would feel so flattered. I can’t see him telling his s/o he loves them a lot, only really when they’re feeling down and he’s cheering them up, giving them pep talk and shit.

Ignis - This ones kinda difficult but I think Iggy would be the first to say it. It would be quite spontaneous I think, like say the chocobros have stopped to camp for the night, and his s/o would just be sitting in front of the fire next to Ignis, and the other three would be goofing off somewhere. Ignis would just be enjoying the peace and tranquillity, and he would glance over at his s/o, admiring them. I think at that moment he’d just feel really thankful, like he’d be staring at his s/o wondering how he got so lucky. I think at that moment he’d just come out and say it, like ‘Its just occured to me how much I love you,’ and he’d just smile as his s/o blushes and stammers ‘I love you’ back and omg I’m just really feeling this one because Iggy deserves to be happy okay. I don’t see Iggy as the type to say ‘love you’ a whole lot, maybe during or after sex? Or like when things are getting heated between him and his s/o he’d probably mutter or breathe out an ‘I love you’ all sexy and shit omfg!


Sweet Meep Morp pals transform into Giant Woman!


-Ok, I am digging the idea of these two having 4 arms; because they both use elemental powers instead of relying on weapons, 4 arms fits their two powers. That’s a set of arms for each power! :D

-Azurite is my working theory for a Lapidot Fusion, obvs. But, under closer inspection, I may have to rethink this though, apparently Azurite gets its green coloring mostly from Malachite?!  So? Awkward??

-I illustrated what looks to be like an accidental fusion, probably when they are just hanging out and feeling rather close and end up just fusing without thinking about it…However I DO believe its going to be different in the show. I think a major point is going to be made of Lapis’s next fusion because of her bad history/experience with a toxic fusion(continuing the analogy they’re making to abuse)…I think Peridot is going to be respectful of Lapis in her own, obtuse way and probably ask “are you sure?” and assuring Lapis’s consent about 10 times before they do it and assuring her in whatever concerns or fears Lapis has(I think her power may play a part, since Jasper made a big deal about it). Since Peridot’s never fused, her first one is going to be significant. Lapis’ arc is likely one of recovery and survival and healing. I think combining these two is a brilliant strategy to bring their arcs together.

-Azurite would be super excited to meet Steven, given Lapis’s joy and friendship around him, and Peridot’s strong friendship with him.

anonymous asked:

pros and cons of dating sans hc <3

coming right up!! (●♡∀♡))ヾ☆*。i hope you enjoy!!


  • He’s very, very, VERY dedicated to his s/o and will remind them that they were literally the best thing that’s happened to him [besides papyrus]
  • He would send you small texts every hour telling you how beautiful/handsome you are, how much he loves you, to be safe, and all of the possibilities you could think of!
  • Although he’s very shy with words, he tends to show it by actions, which is probably why hes so affectionate around you to show his love
  • You’re always and I mean, ALWAYS his first priority [and again, besides papyrus] and is always very protective of you.


  • Sometimes, he would unintentionally hurt you by accidentally teasing something that you didn’t like talking/thinking about
  • If he is thinking too much or is going through something, he’ll start to distance himself away from you and refuse you to help him, and he’d get angrier faster
  • Would probably lose something important to you and say ‘its not a big of a deal’, when it actually was
  • Can be very hardheaded [no pUN INTENDED] with serious situations and is very hesitant to solve them 

Jimin:  Jimin would probably have Namjoon on speed dial, constantly putting him on speaker phone to translate something for him. He’s also the type to use Google translate and get super frustrated with himself because he can’t say everything he feels to the girl he loves.  

Suga/Yoongi: Suga would try to use a lot of hand gestures he would probably have a Korean to English dictionary app on his phone. He would be very patient when she doesn’t understand because of his accent but very understanding at the same time, he would definitely make it work.

Jin: Jin would think its no big deal, he would fairly understand you most of the time but would be the one to act out his response when he couldn’t think of the right words. He’ll probably love it when you try to say words in korean that he taught you. 

Jungkook:  Jungkook would immediately seek help from his hyung Rap Mon pleading desperately to have him teach him English especially many cute phrases and compliments. He would probably try to memorize what his hyung taught him but will probably get tongue tied, his cuteness would definitely make up for it.

~ Ellie & Kitty  ❤

like. dude. listen. you cant put shit out in the world without at least some semblance of the awareness that, wow, huh, maybe that’s actually regurgitating a really harmful idea!! maybe i should look deeper into my own biases and examine why theyre there!!! ethics 101!!

theres this super fucking pervasive idea that disabled people–in this case, let’s say particularly blind people–are the victims of some horrible tragedy. fight ableism because “that could be you one day!! [shudder]”, or ditch the fighting ableism completely like most people. that could be you one day. oh god. how terrifying. imagine a life like that!

when i went blind i spent like a week in the hospital bingeing everything on netflix that had audio description (at the time this was: daredevil, criminal minds, sherlock bbc, and glee) and getting an alarming number of blood draws. it was pretty chill. i didnt really have my official freakout until a couple weeks later, after…wait for it…a professor failed me rather than deal with the inaccessibility in her own coursework and told me i should drop out, because academia was no place for someone like me.

i was pissed at first. im still pissed. meet me in the fucking pit, laurie, the 504 coordinator can be our referee.

but after a little while it set in that, oh right, i can’t read. oh right, i can’t currently cross the street on my own. on right, i cant, i cant, i cant. everything that everyone had ever said was such an awful fate to be subjected to sunk in all at once and i think i ended up crying over not being able to finish dragon age: inquisition.

i dont even like dragon age.

it took like…..a while…… remember that life has intrinsic value. that theres nothing actually all that important about being sighted. there are some things i cant do anymore but that isnt the end of the world, and like, hell, there are some perks, too! i never have to see benedict cumberbatch’s face ever again, for one.

i got through my little breakdown pretty quickly, and into a stage in my life where my blindness was something that defined me – and that that wasnt a bad thing. i know im lucky for that. i know if i werent already a cr*p it probably would have been a lot harder. i know other people still struggle with the idea that they’re useless, or that their existence is tragic. i have those moments too.

and like, spoiler alert, if y'all fuckers and your “isnt it so sad that matt doesnt know what foggy looks like”, [something something inaccessible disney channel cartoon], etc etc thought you werent involved here, you thought wrong. those ideas are part of the problem. you are part of the problem. maybe you dont think that its a big deal because you’re not necessarily espousing eugenics (side-eyeing u transhumanists real fuckin hard rn), but it is. casual ableism like that, like it’s a no-brainer, of course blindness is terrible, of course it’s something to fear, of course… that has an impact.

grow the fuck up. think critically about the kind of shit youre putting into the world. be better


[Requested by @therealightningtheif ]

(I made this into a Christmas AU. Merry Christmas!)
(This is a Christmas modern au where kaz and inej are already together. I’m not sure if you would like this but… yeah)

* weeks before Christmas, Kaz Brekker, Bastard of the Barrel, is already thinking of a present for his darling Inej treasure of his heart
* it would be sweet if he settles with flowers and his present for Inej
* But nope
* it has to be special
* You know how Kaz Brekker, Bastard of the Barrel is. Everything has to be so extra
* he probably spent weeks plotting his surprise
* what surprise?
* nothing much really
* its no big deal :)
* kidding aside (but he /would/ do that)
* he’d probably spend a day with Inej inside reading a book while sitting next to each other feeling the warm comfort of each other by the fireplace
* thats the normal part of the day
* Kaz Brekker, Bastard of the Barrel invited Inej’s parents to Noche Buena
* (he tried cooking the meals. He really did.)


Hey, this is a short oneshot anyone96 requested so long ago! To anyone96 sorry if this wasn’t what you had in mind but I let my imagination run away from me. Sorry for not getting in sooner! It’s also short and not great but I wanted to get it out. Happy Holidays everyone!

Jungkook had nothing against doctors, not really anyway. He certainly didn’t hate them, he just hated going to them. Seriously, he was currently sitting on a sterile bed in a stupid paper gown because his head hurt. Why did he have to take his clothes off if his head hurt? All it did was make him more uncomfortable than he already was. The doctor came in briskly, glasses sitting on his nose looking at a file that Jungkook assumed was his.

“What seems to be the problem?” Doctor asked without much enthusiasm.

“I’ve been having a lot of headaches and I’ve been really tired lately.” Jungkook began, “I have had dizzy spells too.”

“Well sometimes if your over worked that can happen,” Doctor brushed him off, “You’re young and healthy, I don’t think theres anything wrong with you that a good night of rest can’t fix.”

The doctor then told him he would tell his guardian and that Jungkook could get dressed and leave. Jungkook sighed in frustration, he was being treated like a kid, again. Nobody ever took him seriously. He went to the doctor for nothing when he could have been practicing or better yet sleeping.

He joined Manager-hyung out in the waiting room.

“Made a mountain out of a molehill, kiddo?” Manager asked good naturedly but Jungkook could tell he wasn’t happy he had to adjust schedules for the doctor appointment.

“I guess,” Jungkook shrugged, “I don’t know, I mean I’m always tired, we all are ya know? But this feels different.”

“Probably just hormones.” Manager-hyung laughed.

Jungkook blushed, he hated when the others made fun of his ‘hormones’, it embarrassed him to no end. Just because he was feeling sad or angry did not mean that his hormones were acting up. It was like his feelings were less important or less real because hormones caused them.

As they headed home, Jungkook looked out the window, feeling another headache coming on.

“What are we telling the others?” Manager-hyung asked. “Do you need to go to bed early?”

“I’ll go to bed early, don’t tell hyungs I don’t want to worry them.” Which translated to he didn’t want to concern them or have them make fun of him.


“Jungkook you’re slow!” Choreographer-hyung shouted, “Whatever funk you’re in get out of it! Now everyone has to do it again because of you!”

Everyone groaned, they were exhausted from practicing all day. Everyone was already a little annoyed with Jungkook anyway because he kept forgetting his parts. Rap Monster already told him that he wasn’t allowed to do anymore covers if his music suffered. J-Hope glanced at Jungkook, he was turning red. Jungkook didn’t like to be called out in front of everyone or scolded, he was a perfectionist and would beat himself up at little mistakes. Choreographer did have a point though, Jungkook was being slow and seemed to be unfocused, promising to check on him later J-Hope went back to his spot. A loud thud sounded behind him.

A stylist screamed and pointed behind J-Hope. J-Hope turned around and saw Jungkook in a heap on the floor. Jin and Suga who were standing behind Jungkook looked shocked, everyone was stunned for a moment then rushed to action. Jimin was the first to get to Jungkook grabbing Jungkook’s head and tapping his cheek.

“Jungkook? Can you hear me?” Jimin called frantically, “Jungkook!”

Rap Monster lifted Jungkook’s head and put it in his lap. “Jungkook-ah, wake up,” he called softly.

“Does he need an ambulance? What about water?” Jin asked worriedly, “He didn’t eat much today. Is he too hot? Does he need medicine?”

Suga leaned over Jungkook and felt his neck, he was relieved to feel Jungkook’s pulse. He placed his hand along Jungkook’s jaw and rubbed his thumb along his cheek.

“An ambulance is on the way!” Manager called out, “Is he breathing?”

“Yes,” Rap Monster answered, “He’s not waking up though.”

“Just stay with him,” Manager ordered.


Everyone was being pretty quiet in the dorms, when the ambulance took Jungkook away manager when with him. Everyone was waiting to hear from manager with any news. V started to cry and could only be consoled by Jimin. Suga had trapped himself in his work, while Rap Monster sat on the couch not moving. Jin began to clean the dorms to the point his hands were raw. J-Hope had barely held it together until they got home, and he went and cried in the bedroom.

The phone rang. Everyone jumped up and Jin lunged to answer it.

“Hello?” Jin answered rushed, “How  is he? What happened?”

The others surrounded him trying to hear the conversation.

“Okay, thanks.” Jin finally responded, “Bye.”

“What’s going on?” Jimin asked impatiently as Jin hung up the phone.

“Jungkook has low magnesium levels,” Jin answered, “Apparently he has been feeling run down lately and his body just forced himself to rest. At the hospital he had a seizure and lost consciousness again. They’re going to let us visit him tomorrow.”

“What else?” Suga asked, “You sound upset.”

“They want us there to be a comforting presence,” Jin explained, “They have to perform a spinal tap and he is allergic to local anesthetic and they can’t sedate him for it.”

“What’s a spinal tap?” V asked.

“It’s when they stick a needle into your spine to get some of the spinal fluid.” Rap Monster answered.

“They said the pain is going to be excruciating,” Jin sighed, “They have to restrain him because he can’t move during the procedure.”

“My god.” J-Hope gasped.


When they said everyone, they meant two could come in at a time and having to take turns. J-Hope walked into the plain hospital room. Jungkook was already laying on the bed, dressed in a hospital gown, and hooked up to an IV. Jungkook was staring off into space and didn’t notice J-Hope or Jin.

“Jungkookie!” Jin announced, “How are you feeling?”


“I’m alright,” Jungkook sighed with slightly dazed eyes, “Are you allowed in here? They’re going to do a procedure on me soon.”

“They said we can be here during it,” J-Hope answered him.

“I don’t know” Jungkook bit his lip, “I don’t think its a good idea.”

“Why not?” Jin asked, “If it’s because you’re embarrassed, honestly Jungkook it’s not a big deal, we’ve seen you at your worst.”

“I know I’m a crybaby but I’m probably gonna lose it.” Jungkook blushed, “I don’t want you to see me freak out. I’m about to have a panic attack right here.”

“And that’s okay,” J-Hope patted his shoulder, “I want to be here when you freak out because I don’t want you to feel alone.”

“Jeon Jungkook? It’s time to prepare for the puncture, the valium we gave you should have made you feel a little woozy by now” A nurse entered the room. “I need you to lay on your side please and curl your knees up slightly.”

As Jungkook did as he was told the nurse pulled down the blanket to his waist and untied his gown. Jin and J-Hope pulled chairs alongside the bed. Jin had already begun petting Jungkook’s head.

“I’m going to put the antiseptic on your back,” the nurse explained, “From now on, you must stay in this position okay. I’ll get Dr. Oh.”

“They gave you valium?” J-Hope teased, “So you’re gonna tell all your secrets right?”

Jungkook gave a nervous laugh and shook his head.

“How many girls have you kissed?” Jin added, “Who’s the best looking?”

“Stop it.” Jungkook blushed.

“Hello, I’m Dr. Oh,” a middle aged man dressed in hospital scrubs entered, “I’ll be taking care of you today. I’m going to use a needle to get in between your spine bones to reach the fluid in your spine.”

He approached Jungkook and touched his back.

“You are underweight, lucky for you that makes it easier to see the spaces between the bones. Unfortunately, this will make things more painful.” Dr. Oh continued to explain. “Before we can do anything though, since we can’t numb the area, we are going to have to strap you down, it could be dangerous if you moved during this.”

Jungkook began to panic, but kept his composure. As they began to strap down his body, he started to cry.

“I don’t think I can do this!” Jungkook hyperventilated, “I can’t do this!”

“It’s okay,” J-Hope rubbed his arm, “Take a deep breath.”

Jungkook complied but was still panicked. Soon he couldn’t move his body at all.

“Alright, Jungkook, you’re going to feel the needle,” Dr. Oh held up a large syringe and placed it on his back. “Here we go.”


V bitterly played on his phone, even though he agreed that J-Hope and Jin would go first, he wished he could have stayed with Jungkook the whole time. Currently they were sitting in a private waiting area down the hall from the exam room. Suga practically volunteered to sit in the lobby, because Suga couldn’t express his fear for Jungkook. Jimin and Rap Monster had agreed to go later because they didn’t want to see Jungkook cry.

V glanced up as he heard the door open and J-Hope walked in. He looked a little pale and shaken up.

“Jin is waiting there until you guys go in,” J-Hope shook his head, “Be prepared though, because that was rough.”

“Is everything okay?” Manager asked.

“They can’t have him moved so he had to be strapped down.” J-Hope shuttered, “The needle….he’s in a lot of pain right now.”

V stood up and pulled Jimin with him. Jimin looked a little hesitant but V pulled him along down the hallway. When V opened the door, Jungkook’s back was to them and the device they had attached to his back looked like it belonged in a horror movie. Jin looked up from his seat and gave them a smile.

“Jimin and V are here to see you, Kookie.” Jin told him softly.

“Can’t everyone leave me alone?” Jungkook snapped.

Jimin raised his eyebrows expecting Jungkook to be scolded at the very least. Instead Jin kissed his cheek and walked over to them.

“He’s in a lot of pain right now and he’s scared.” Jin explained, “He doesn’t mean what he says, be nice to him even if he isn’t nice to you.”

As Jin left, Jimin and V sat down, Jungkook watched them but didn’t speak. The only sound was the heart monitor Jungkook was hooked up to.

“Do you want to get ice cream later?” V asked him. “I’m sure we could.”

“No.” Jungkook replied.

“Oh, okay.” Jimin was taken aback and glanced at V.

Suddenly Jungkook tensed his entire body, he bit his lip and tears leaked out of his eyes. V pushed the nurse call button quickly.

“What’s happening?” V asked, “Jungkook what’s wrong?”

“Do you need something?” A nurse poked her head in.

“He’s in a lot of pain, and it seemed to just get worse.” Jimin explained.

“The needle is hitting nerves and making his whole body feel pain.” the nurse explained, “if he was able to take the correct anesthetic, he wouldn’t feel it, but there is nothing I can do, and we were ordered to do this as fast as possible we can’t give him anything like morphine.”

V rubbed Jungkook’s arm soothingly trying to comfort him. Jimin held his hand tightly. Jungkook didn’t seem to notice at first then he squeezed back.

“Seen any pretty nurses yet?” V teased, “Maybe you can go on a date after?”

“Be quiet” Jungkook blushed.

“Are you going to abandon me?” Jimin cried, “We are meant to be!”

“Do you blush past your collar bone Kookie?” V asked, “You look like a fire truck.”

“A  fire truck?” Jimin questioned, “Why the hell a fire truck?”


Rap Monster rubbed Jungkook’s wrist where the strap had strained against his skin. The doctor had removed the needle and unbuckled Jungkook from the bed straps but they had a little while before he could get up and leave the hospital. Jungkook was finally begining to be in less pain.

Suga was at Jungkook’s head using a tissue to wash of his face. Suga had been quite attentive to Jungkook the entire time. Speaking the entire time about the next song he and Rap Monster were in the middle of writing, Suga had checked over Jungkook while getting Jungkook’s mind off the pain.

“You can sit up and get dressed,” the nurse called, “but don’t stand up yet please.”

Carefully Jungkook rolled on his back, Suga slid his arms under his shoulders while Rap Monster grabbed his elbows and they gently helped the maknae into a sitting position.

“I think we should wear these gowns next time we perform.” Rap Monster joked, “We could start the latest trend, but we won’t wear jeans like you are Kookie.”

Suga rolled his eyes playfully while he untied the back of Jungkook’s gown. He pulled it off Jungkook and threw it over Rap Monster’s head. Rap Monster put up his hands in suprise and hit the rail on the hopital bed.

“Ow! Shit that hurt.” Rap Monster cried out.

“Really hyung?” Jungkook laughed as he tried to slip his shirt on. Suga discretly helped pull it down in the back.

“Excuse me?” Doctor entered the room, “You may leave now but, take it easy for the next few days alright, no jumping, or dancing, or rough housing alright?”

“Yes sir.” Jungkook answered.


“Jimin get off of Jungkook right now!” Jin scolded. “V get out of his bed! Kookie needs to rest.”

“But I’m already rested.” Jungkook complained.

“Kookie, now.” Rap Monster called out from the other room.

“Alright,” Jungkook sighed, “Good night.”