you're going to end up in trouble

anonymous asked:

I don't mean to pry or whatever but rika is a psychopath and I don't meant it to insult her or anything but look up what psychopathy is. Psychopaths manipulate and go there entire life leading people to believe that they're good and that they're friends until they flip. At the end of the day this is a game and she is meant to be a villain. She's the plot and I appreciate her for that. She needs help although I doubt any amount of help can cause a change

Oh I know what psychopathy is lol ive had so many psychology classes;;;;; too many;;;;

but i understand what you’re saying and I can see how she would suffer from psychopathy 

but yes of course she’s meant to the villain of the game and i can appreciate her for that role as well, you’re also right when you say no amount of help could /truly/ help her

But while i respect her as the villain of the story i still really dislike her and that’s okay because thats how the games practically written;; 

but in any case im not here to like hate on rika or whatever im all here for the rfa+3 but im also not really;;; one to lie about my opinion ^^;; ~Admin 404

Malfoy Is Always Up To Something
  • Harry, in class: *is asleep*
  • Hermione: *shoving him* Harry wake up! You're going to get in trouble!
  • Harry: *mumbles*
  • Ron: *hissing loudly* Mate, really. The new teacher doesn't care who you are or what you've done!
  • Harry: *yawns and sniffles*
  • Professor: *using a Sonorous charm* WELL I THINK THAT'S TWENTY POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR.
  • Harry: *snores*
  • Draco, at the opposite end of the room: *blinks*
  • Harry: *sits straight up* What's Malfoy up to this time? He stayed in his room for hours last night and I ended up waiting until sunrise to follow him, but then all he did was go take a shower and wank!
  • Professor: ...
  • Hermione: ...
  • Ron: *whispering* You--you watched him wank?
  • Harry: *irritably* Well, I have to know what he's up to, don't I?
  • Draco: *blushes*
  • Harry, snapping: I *heard* that, Malfoy!
  • Samuel: Corvo, you've been poisoned. That means you should pretend to lie down and halfway die
  • Corvo: Oh right sort of like this *lies diagonally across his bed like he's reading a good book*
  • Samuel: no no
  • Corvo: Oh okay more like this? *he goes to the window and leans backward at at impossible angle like a poet contemplating both unrequited love and chronic indigestion*
  • Samuel: no Corvo that's not really
  • Corvo: So more like this *he reclines on his bed, putting one hand on his hip and another on his knee like a Draper's Ward model*
  • Samuel: no no, that's worse Corvo
  • Corvo: Okay so something like this *he does a strange corkscrew jump and ends up feet and hands hooked to a rafter in the ceiling, emulating Michael Keaton's Batman sleeping upside down like a bat*
  • Samuel: no, just no
  • Corvo: Wait, did you say something about putting only half the poison in?
  • Samuel: I did, yes, I'm sorry Corvo-
  • Corvo: Then no WONDER I'm having trouble dying! You didn't poison me correctly!
  • Samuel: How is that my fault. are you hearing yourself right now Corvo
  • Corvo: Forget Samuel "The Boatman" Beechworth! You're not ferrying the souls of the departed to the other side, you're just going halfway, pushing them into the Styx, and having a good smoko!
  • Samuel: I've got to get you to safety, Corvo *he starts gently pushing him towards the stairs*
  • Corvo: I DON'T think so my good man *he feints a punch and sidesteps Samuel, but trips and falls out of the fourth floor window, losing the other half of his health bar*
  • Samuel: *sigh*
  • Admiral Havelock, five minutes later: ah Samuel. no trouble doing that business then?
  • Samuel, slowly and resignedly dragging Corvo's unconscious form to the boat: no sir I'll dispose of the body now
  • Mickey: I can't believe I forgot my phone...Well, I hope Ian liked his birthday present yesterday.
  • Mickey: Oh he called.
  • [You have 17 new messages]
  • [Message 1]
  • Ian: Hey Mick, thanks for the bazinga t-shirt it's... great. I was just calling because I may need a ride later tonight, Carl can't drive, and I ran Lip's Mazda into a ditch after we watched Fast and Furious Five on Netflix together.
  • Lip: You still owe me for that.
  • Ian: Yeah yeah, I got you. Mazdas are really flammable did you know that? I didn't know that. Well, I do now. But anyway, I'll call you later if we need a pick up from the show alright?
  • Fiona: *grunting*
  • Ian: WOO! Fi you're up! PEACE BABE!
  • [End of Message]
  • Mickey: I am not listening to all of these.
  • [Message 17]
  • Ian: Oh my god is he dead?! Why did you put him in the car!?
  • Debbie: Just shut up and keep driving to the hospital!
  • Carl: When are we getting to Chuck E Cheese?
  • Ian: Carl shut up! Mickey, please pick up the phone, we're in so much trouble! The Iggy Azalea show went South, so we decided to make our own but - Oh man, oh man, Pick up your stupid phone! Go to my desk, open the dark drawer and burn everything inside! But hold your breath while you're doing it! Use that stupid t-shirt you got me to help the fire, you gotta do this Mick!
  • Fiona: Truck!
  • The Gallaghers: *screaming*
  • [End of Message]

ephyonsylphshroud  asked:

if you fear approaching the shelter would end up with you being locked up, wouldn't something like a collar with your name or even a fake one on it, or some other kind of accessory prevent that from happening? You're also well behaved, so you could easily pass as domestic pokemon just having a stroll, dissuading them from thinking you're stray.

I mean, this is not half-bad idea, but even if I had a reason to go there, I’d have to go through the trouble of getting a collar.

…I don’t really want to wear collar either…

  • Near: I can't believe I forgot my phone... I hope Mello liked his birthday present yesterday... Oh he called.
  • [You have 17 new messages]
  • [Message 1]
  • Mello: Hey Near, thanks for the bazinga t-shirt it's... great. I was just calling because I may need a ride later tonight, L can't drive, and I ran Matt's Mazda into a ditch after we watched Fast and Furious Five on Netflix together.
  • Matt: You still owe me for that.
  • Mello: Yeah yeah, I got you. Mazdas are really flammable did you know that? I didn't know that. Well, I do now... But anyway I'll call you later if we need a pick up from the show alright?
  • B: *grunting*
  • Mello: WOO! Beyond you're up! PEACE NEAR!
  • [End of Message]
  • Near: I'm not listening to all of these *skips to the final message*
  • [Message 17]
  • Mello: Oh my god is he dead?!? Why did you put him in the car!?
  • L: Just shut up and keep driving to the hospital!
  • Beyond: When are we getting to Chuck E Cheese?
  • Mello: B shut up! Near, please pick up the phone, we're in so much trouble! The Iggy Azalea show went South, so we decided to make our own but... Oh man, oh man, Pick up your stupid phone! Go to my desk, open the dark drawer and burn everything inside! But hold your breath while you're doing it! Use that stupid t-shirt you got me to help the fire, you gotta do this Near!
  • Matt: Truck!
  • All: *screaming*
  • [End of Message]

sparkljimin  asked:

its summer time and everyone manages to be free on that day so its decided that everyone is going to the boardwalk. namjoon manages to find a little shop selling odd trinkets and and opposite the shop, jin is occupied buying one of everything at the food stall and you're keeping an eye on kookie to make sure that he doesn't get to messy while eating the fluffy pink sugar that has him fascinated with the way it melts on his tongue. young is taking pictures and the three trouble makers are +

+ attempting to win that jumbo stuffed animal you off handily called cute a few minutes ago (yoongi ends up wining it for you but somehow jimin ends up carrying it even though it’s basically as big as he is)

(i’m late as fuk but hey what’s up)

coming down here was one of the best decisions ever. not only did everyone make an effort to be free on days to go out, but actually pulling through and carrying on with the plan was what made everything much more meaningful, beautiful - the symbol of being a family.

it’s summer time.

namjoon’s immersed in being in an antique shop, looking through cool collectables with him struggling to get jungkook to stick with him so he doesn’t break anything that he can’t afford even if he sells his butt. seokjin pampering jungkook with almost any food through the food stalls. taehyung and jimin giddily playing the games around with jungkook, even getting on the ride made for six year olds. hoseok jumping about and racing together with him until he’s tired but wants to go at it again to run and run and run. yoongi who acts like he doesn’t care but really does smile and die a bit inside each time jungkook tries to feed him and cling onto him through it all.

ah, you were part of it all, too.

namjoon’s getting you to follow him and he can’t bite back the smile when he watches you in awe at the old clocks placed analogically according to eras on the shelves. seokjin’s sharing his food with you because he knows it’s your favorite and he would wait in the longass line again if it meant seeing you smile that wide. jimin and taehyung dragging you to join them for a carousel and they don’t know if you’re cuter or jungkook is. hoseok refuses to let your hand go, thus, you racing along with them and hoseok! i’m wearing a dress! then yoongi who for once, let’s you do whatever you want if it meant you holding his hand with jungkook in the other and yeah.

yeah.

that was how the day went down.

and all the smiles went up.

((”hyung are you sure you can win that?”

“shut your face, jimin. y/n said it was cute so i’m getting it so just watch-”

and here we have a winner!!!”

holy crap, yoongi! you won!” your voice fills in and yoongi grabs onto the big teddy bear, turning to you and almost forces you to hold onto it and he backs away with a shrug, “you said it was cute. so i got it,”

“…how come i don’t get it when i said it was cute…” jimin huffs, to which you chuckle and hand it to jimin, “it’s yours, if you want it,” (and you try not to laugh because of how it looks way bigger than jimin’s frame)

jimin comes across with a death glare from yoongi, so to get the best of both worlds he gulps and hugs it - “j-just for now. you’re taking this shit back home.”))

larpandfantasyfiction  asked:

Hi. I'm planning on making a brigandine for my mercenary character. I was wondering if you had a tutorial for yours? Ps. Erin was a lot of inspiration and you inspired me to give the halberd a go even with my disability. Also I think you're 90% of the inspiration for my new outfit. So, thank you.

(Sorry, this ended up being as long as an essay!)

Hi! Sorry for my delayed response, I’m doing a lot of travelling at the moment and having trouble keeping up with messages etc :) I’m so happy that you love Erin so much, it seriously means a lot to me. I’m excited that you’re giving halberd a go, they’re fantastic weapons and easy to fall in love with, let me know how it goes!

The vest I wear isn’t really much of a brigandine - when I first made it, it was a splinted leather vest with overlapping vertical plates. It’s now stretched to the point where the plates no longer overlap - you can see how they’re separating the inside in a post I made here (or in the picture below!)

It’s great for LARP - I barely feel a thing, which is great. However, it’s heavily fantasy inspired and isn’t really going to hold up to anything more than a foam sword.

The first thing I did - I made a bunch of design sketches about what I wanted to make, I find it’s a great starting point because it helps you get a better scope of what you’re trying to do. Once I figured that out I basically constructed it by making a leather vest (it’s the same pattern as the one I made for my pourpoint, which basically just came from taking torso measurements, cutting a pattern out of paper and pinning it on myself. A bit of trial and error). I cut the splints with some hefty tin snips (probably should have used a saw) and rounded them off with a belt sander so that they weren’t sharp and jagged.

Honestly, there’s nothing nuanced or scientific about it, I kind of winged it because it was late at night and I was feeling creative and determined. I took very few photos of the process, I put everything I have below. Looks like I patterned the plates in paper before I cut them as well, probably a good idea :)

I’ll admit - it’s not great craftsmanship and there are a ton of things I would change. For one, I advise using solid rivets instead of speed rivets (the ones I used). Speed rivets are very modern looking, come in two pieces, are quite flat and kind of snap together with a light tap of a hammer. Solid rivets are a kind of dome shape and are secured by peening them over a washer. Solid rivets involve a bit more anvil work (basically you have to bash the edges of them over the washer, they’re much more medieval), but they look 10 times better. I order mine online because there’s nowhere local that supplies them.

To anyone who hasn’t seen my splint vest thing, this is how it looks a year of so down the line: 

Making a more combat-ready, historically rooted coat of plates type piece of armour is in my six month plan, so I’ve been doing a bit of research into it. Even though you don’t need anything nearly as intense as them for LARP, it’s still helpful and inspiring to know where things come from - look at these always make me excited! Here are a few links:

Knyght Errant (who, by the way, is a 10/10 great resource for most things and just seems like an all-round great guy) has a great set of videos delving into coat of plates type armour, brigandines, and the differences - it’s all excellent. 

The Wisby style (~1360′s) coat of plates is a classic, and it’s much less complicated and labour intensive than a leeds brigandine. This page has some great diagrams which are really helpful when it comes to laying out plates.

This site has some excellent construction photos of a 15th century brig that a guy made, with some great museum references - as you can see they’re freaking intense, beautiful things. Just look at the pictures makes me kind of excited. 

Antoine Selosse wrote a great in-depth article with lots of historical information and tons of interesting pictures here. It’s all a bit intense for LARP, but it’s absolutely gorgeous and inspiring!

There’s also this post someone made a post the Dagorhir forums about making one for LARP, which is probably going to be the most helpful to you! I think that this kind of coat would look great on a mercenary character. 

Anyways, I’m starting to go down a rabbit hole now so I’m going to stop, but I hope that’s enough to get you started/ provide a bit of insight, let me know how it goes!

The Hunchback of Notre Dame RP Sentence Starters
  • "You, gypsy girl! Get down at once!"
  • "How dare you defy me."
  • "Look at that disgusting display."
  • "Why is it, whenever we meet, I end up bleeding?"
  • "Go on. Nobody wants to be cooped up here forever."
  • "Candlelight,privacy, music. Can't think of a better place for hand-to-hand combat."
  • "Shh. Shhh. You'll hide here until you're strong enough to move."
  • "Speaking of trouble, we should have run into some by now."
  • "I must be out of my mind."
  • "You leave town for a couple of decades and they change everything."
  • "Better to beg forgiveness than ask permission."
  • "Oh you're not hurt are you? Here, here, let's see."
  • "Well that's what you get for sleeping with your mouth open."
  • "I'm not doing it for you I'm doing it for her."
  • "I was just imagining a rope around that beautiful neck."
  • "Set one foot outside and you're mine."
  • "You killed her.."
  • Patroclus: I can't believe I forgot my phone... I hope Achilles liked his birthday present yesterday... Oh he called.
  • [You have 17 new messages]
  • [Message 1]
  • Achilles: Hey Pat, thanks for the bazinga t-shirt it's... great. I was just calling because I may need a ride later tonight, Diomedes can't drive, and I ran Agamemnon's Mazda into a ditch after we watched Fast and Furious Five on Netflix together.
  • Agamemnon: You still owe me for that.
  • Achilles: Yeah yeah, I got you. Mazdas are really flammable did you know that? I didn't know that. Well, I do now... But anyway I'll call you later if we need a pick up from the show alright?
  • Ajax: *grunting*
  • Achilles: WOO! Ajax you're up! PEACE PATROCLUS!
  • [End of Message]Patroclus: I'm not listening to all of these *skips to the final message*
  • [Message 17]
  • Achilles: Oh my god is he dead?!? Why did you put him in the car!?
  • Odysseus: Just shut up and keep driving to the hospital!
  • Agamemnon: When are we getting to Chuck E Cheese?
  • Achilles: Agamemnon shut up! Pat, please pick up the phone, we're in so much trouble! The Iggy Azalea show went South, so we decided to make our own but... Oh man, oh man, Pick up your stupid phone! Go to my desk, open the dark drawer and burn everything inside! But hold your breath while you're doing it! Use that stupid t-shirt you got me to help the fire, you gotta do this Pat!
  • Odysseus: Truck!
  • All: *screaming*
  • [End of Message]
The Marauders Getting Into Trouble As Per Usual
  • Remus: If you two keep up with breaking the school rules any longer, we're all going to end up in azkaban one day.
  • Sirius: I know! Let's make a bet of who goes into azkaban first. The winner gets ten galleons.
  • James: That's easy. It's obviously you, Padfoot. You're bloody reckless.
  • Peter: I agree. It's definitely Padfoot.
  • Remus: My money's on either you or Sirius, Prongs.
  • *Many Years Later*
  • Sirius: *Staring at a wall in azkaban* You won, Prongs. Here's your ten galleons.7
  • Spock: I cannot believe I forgot my communicator... I hope Jim liked his birthday present yesterday... Oh he called.
  • [You have 17 new messages]
  • [Message 1]
  • Jim: Hey Spock, thanks for the bazinga t-shirt it's... great. I was just calling because I may need a ride later tonight, Chekov can't drive, and I ran Sulu's Mazda into a ditch after we watched Fast and Furious Five on Netflix together.
  • Sulu: You still owe me for that.
  • Jim: Yeah yeah, I got you. Mazdas are really flammable did you know that? I didn't know that. Well, I do now... But anyway I'll call you later if we need a pick up from the show alright?
  • Bones: *grunting*
  • Jim: WOO! Bones you're up!
  • PEACE OUT SPOCK!
  • [End of Message]Spock: I'm not listening to all of these *skips to the final message*
  • [Message 17]
  • Jim: Oh my god is he dead?!? Why did you put him in the car!?
  • Uhura: Just shut up and keep driving to the hospital!
  • Scotty: When are we getting to Chuck E Cheese?
  • Jim: Scotty shut up! Spock, please pick up the phone, we're in so much trouble! The Iggy Azalea show went South, so we decided to make our own but... Oh man, oh man, Pick up your stupid phone! Go to my desk, open the dark drawer and burn everything inside! But hold your breath while you're doing it! Use that stupid t-shirt you got me to help the fire, you gotta do this Spock!
  • Bones: Truck!
  • All: *screaming*
  • [End of Message]
Gunslinger Girl {Sentence Starters}
  • "What is it you wanted to show me out here again?"
  • "The pain reminds me that I'm still alive."
  • "If somebody sees you during a mission, it's your job to kill them!"
  • "You can calm down now. I wouldn't shoot."
  • "Oh. You're serious? I can't believe you would remember something like that."
  • "Next time I'll shoot you personally!"
  • "You're walking around with something like that?"
  • "I'd never forget it. I'll never forget the beautiful gift you've given me."
  • "Please don't say you're talking about me?"
  • "I promise I will never betray you, ____. You can count on that."
  • "Are you done? Let's go."
  • "Can't believe you dragged me out here."
  • "Some people crack jokes about it, but what are you going to do. It's as close to the truth as you can get."
  • "Wishful thinking usually never comes true."
  • "That's a lot of food for one person."
  • "You need to stop hanging around me."
  • "You'll only end up in trouble or worse if you keep this crap up."
  • "You're a nuisance, you know that?"
  • "Why are we the ones they sent out to track down this guy?"
  • "We're always surrounded by enemies, aren't we?"
#330: Complete Darkness
  • Niall: Staring blankly at the ceiling in the dark, a sigh fell from his lips before he brought his hands up to rub at his eyes. He should be used to this, the empty space beside him, the empty drawers that once held your belongings, the silence in the dead of the night. He should be used to it all...but he wasn't. He probably never would be because for some sad reason he believed you'd come back. He believed things would go back to how they once were, with you curled up beside him and using his chest as a headrest. All he had now was this empty space beside him. He pitied himself for still holding on to something that kept him lying awake in the complete darkness.
  • Louis: It's when he felt the most at ease, when he didn't feel surrounded and was able to finally breathe...when it was completely dark and you were beside him. Turning over in the bed to face you, a tired smile made its way to his lips as he raked his eyes over your unconscious face. Even in your deep slumber you shuffled closer, drawn to the heat that was radiating off him, sniffling a bit once your head nuzzled into his chest. Yet he didn't feel crowded...he never did when he was with you. You could be hanging off his every limb and he'd still be relaxed because you was his safe haven. He needed you, even if he didn't do well showing it while you were awake, he needed you pressed up against him in the dark to help him unwind. Needed you near so he too could fall into unconsciousness.
  • Liam: He felt it the most when he tossing and turning in bed, the loneliness. Groaning, he settled on lying on his back, plucking his his phone off the bedside table. It didn't take him long to find your number, being that it was the last one he'd called. "I knew you wouldn't answer..." He chuckled with a shake of his head after the call went to voicemail, "it's late and you're most likely asleep...probably what I should be doing honestly." He sighed taking his lower lip between his teeth as he opted to stay quiet for a moment. "I miss you [Y/N]...I-I'm sorry I called...I'm just have trouble letting it go. Letting us go. I took you for granted and now-I'm sorry." He repeated bringing his free hand up to rub at his eyes. "I won't call you anymore...I know you don't want me to. So uh...bye. Just know I'm really sorry." He sighed quickly ending the call and letting the phone fall to his chest. This is what he got...he deserved to be lonely right now in his dark empty room.
  • Harry: He caught a hold of your elbow as you nearly made it out of his bed. "You don't have to go..." He spoke softly letting his hand fall from around your elbow and pushed his fingers through his unruly hair. "I mean I wouldn't mind if you stayed." He shrugged dropping his head back down onto his pillow with his eyes still trained on you. "Harry I-I don't know." You mumbled, nibbling on your lower lip as you reached for your pile of clothes and you heard a sigh leave his lips. "Why do you always do this?" He asked with knitted brows as he sat up in the bed. "You keep giving me this false hope that we have something only for you to sneak away in the middle of the night...I just don't get it. I don't get you [Y/N]." He frowned looking on as you proceeded to slip into your clothes. "There's nothing to get Harry..." You mumbled toeing into your flats and peering over at him. "See you."
  • Zayn: His thoughts always trailed back to the one thing he didn't want to think about in the middle of the night...you. The thoughts of you kept him up in the darkness of his room. He was exhausted because you were always in his head. At times he'd thought about just getting up and heading over to your house, swallowing his pride. He just couldn't will himself. He's tried moving on...but it was always you. It was always you that he wanted. He knew that from the beginning, yet he sat there and watched you pack your things acting as if he didn't care if you stayed or went. He was to blame, that he knew, so he suffered. Suffered with the thoughts of you streaming through his head day in and day out. It was always in the darkness of his room when it hurt the most.

exo-do-luhan  asked:

Requesting a Scenario where your parents are really strict about dating but u suddenly bump into xiumin in college nd he does all these cute things for you and confesses and u start liking him too but u tell him u cnt like him and u try to ignore him. So he goes to your house unexpectedly and tell your parents how much he likes you. Fluff please, thank you. You're the best!!!! ( This is so embarrassing omg hahaha lol)

Bending the Rules ~Xiumin~

Hope you like it :)

“I would prefer it if you stayed away from dating in college, _____,” you father insisted as you grabbed the last bag out of the car. “You should focus on your education and nothing else.”

Your mother jumped out of the passenger’s seat and went to go help you with your bags. “I agree,” she said. “Boys are nothing but trouble, especially when you get to college. If you fall for one, all you’ll end up doing is devoting all your time to him and not your schoolwork.”

You sighed and threw your backpack over your shoulders. “I’m not planning on dating anybody,” you assured your parents. “I get it. No dating, no boys. You guys don’t need to repeat it again and again.”

“We’re just making sure you understand,” your father said in a very strict tone. “No boys.”

You sighed once more and gave them both a hug. “I have to go check out the campus before school starts, alright?” you said. “I’ll see you guys soon!” And without another word, you grabbed your bag and ran towards the front doors of the school.

As you were about to reach out for the door handles, a young male who seemed to be around your age smiled and opened the door for you. “Ladies first,” he said kindly and motioned inside.

He was cute, but your parents’ words echoed in your mind. You kindly smiled and nodded your head. “Thank you.”

 

————-

 

Two months later, and you felt like you were finally getting used to your new school. You ended up getting your own dorm room, which rarely happened around here.

You got familiar with all your classes and already had your own small group of friends. The majority of them ended up being boys, but they were so much like brothers to you that you couldn’t see them as anything more.

One morning, you stepped out of your dorm room, only to be immediately greeted by one of your close friends, Kai. “Good morning,” he said. “Sleep well?”

You nodded. “You bet I did.”

He laughed. “I can only imagine, you don’t have to deal with an annoying dorm mate snoring on the other side of the room.”

“Talking about me again behind my back, Kai?” Baekhyun, another friend of yours questioned as he approached the two of you. He smiled and gave you a hug. “Good morning, _____.”

The three of you walked to your first class of the day together, laughing over a strange dream that Baekhyun had the night before.

You were in the midst of listening to Baekhyun’s explanation when a certain boy at the end of the all caught your attention. You held your hand out to stop Kai and Baekhyun in their tracks. “Who is he?” you asked and pointed to the boy.

Kai furrowed his eyebrows and tried to figure out whom you were pointing to. “Xiumin?” he said. “Yeah, that’s Xiumin. Why, do you two know each other or something?”

You shook your head. “I just kinda ran into him on the first day of school. He held the door for me.”

Baekhyun’s hand flew to his heart and he shook his head. “How adorable,” he said dreamily. “Are you two going to start planning your wedding now?”

You rolled your eyes and hit Baekhyun’s arm, still eyeing Xiumin. “You’re so annoying,” you said.

“I know, but you love me anyway.” Baekhyun grabbed your hand and pulled you towards your class. “Now stop drooling over him and let’s get to class before we’re all late.”

 

—————-

 

Within the next few days, you found yourself bumping into that Xiumin guy more often. At one point, you actually thought that he had planned out every single run in because he seemed more then happy whenever you ran into each other.

One day as you were walking to the school lounge, Xiumin once again bumped into you. “How many times do I have to ‘accidently’ bump into you for you to properly notice me?” he asked with a sweet smile.

You blushed and looked down. “I didn’t know you wanted my attention,” you replied.

“What guy in this school doesn’t want your attention?”

That made you blush even more.

Xiumin just smiled even wider and lightly bumped your side. “Look at you, blushing and being all cute,” he cooed. “So does this mean I finally have your attention?”

You looked up and moved your hair away from your eyes. “Yes,” you answered.

“Good.” He reached into his pocket, grabbed your hand, and placed a small piece of paper on top of your palm. “Treat that with great care,” he whispered before smiling once again and walking away.

You stood there dumbfounded for a few moments before Baekhyun and Kai ran up to you. “Well, well, well,” Baekhyun said. “What just happened there?”

Kai sneakily grabbed the paper and unfolded it. “Oh! We have a phone number here!”

Your eyes widened and you snatched the paper away from him as soon as you heard it was Xiumin’s number.

“Ooh, somebody’s parents won’t be too happy when they hear that their little girl is exchanging numbers with a boy,” Baekhyun said.

You glared at him. “It isn’t exchanging if he’s the one who gave me his number.”

“Yes, but are you planning on calling him?”

You didn’t answer.

“Exactly. That counts as exchanging in my book.”

You ignored Baekhyun’s words and walked right past him. Kai ran after you and put his hand on your shoulder. “Don’t get too involved with him,” he said in a slightly worried tone. “You know what your parents will do if they know about this.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”

 

—————

 

Turns out staying away wouldn’t be as easy as you thought it would be. Just two days after you first called Xiumin, you arrived at your dorm room to find a small box out on the floor in front of your door.

You bent down and picked up the card on top of the box. It had the words For the gorgeous girl with the gorgeous smile scribbled on top.

With a confused face, you opened the box to see what was inside. You gasped when you realized that there were six delicious looking cupcakes inside the box, all seeming to be favorite flavors of yours.

You stood up and looked around, trying to figure out who could have possibly sent you these cupcakes, knowing you absolutely loved cupcakes.

And the only person you saw when you turned around was Xiumin, walking across the hall, smiling right at you.

 

—————

 

“Hey Juliet, Baekhyun got a little message from Romeo,” Baekhyun said as he sat down beside you at lunch. He handed over a folded piece of paper and nodded. “I literally set one foot out of English class like five minutes ago and Xiumin begged me to give that to you.”

Xiumin?” Chen leaned over the table and tried to sneak a peak at the note. “Is something going on between you and Xiumin? How come I haven’t been told of this?”

“Because nothing’s going on,” you muttered and opened the letter. You saw lines and stanzas scribbled on the paper, which made you know that this was a poem.

“Holy crap,” Kai breathed over your shoulder. “He wrote you a poem?

Every time I see you smile, I feel my heart go absolutely wild. You make my day whenever you simply look at me, though I wish I could be the only one you see,” Baekhyun read the lines off the page, trying to keep in his laughter. “Wow, that’s incredibly cheesy.”

Chen smacked Baekhyun’s arm. “You couldn’t write a love letter for a girl, no matter how hard you tried.”
“Hey!”

“Both of you, be quiet,” you snapped and folded the letting once more, standing up from your seat. “I need to find Xiumin.”

Kai spun around and pointed at the table on the other side of the cafeteria. “He sits over at that table usually.”

You thanked Kai and quickly ran over to the table, waiting for Xiumin to arrive. Once he did, he smiled as usual and sat down next to you. “Hey, what’s up?” he asked.

You held the paper up. “I got your poem.”

“Did you like it?”

You couldn’t doubt the fact that you did actually like it. Once you got past the cheesiness, it really was a sweet poem. “Maybe,” you admitted sheepishly. But you didn’t want to get his hopes up too fast, so you quickly jumped to your next words. “But this can’t happen, Xiumin,” you said. “This, us. It won’t work.”

He frowned. “Well, why not?” That had to be the first time you had ever seen Xiumin not smile.

You sighed. “Because of my parents.” You set the note down on the table and began drumming your fingers on the edge. “They’re really strict about dating and they made me promise them that I wouldn’t get a boyfriend while I’m in college.”

“And there’s no way of changing that at all?”

“No, Xiumin. I’m sorry, it’s just the way it is.”

“But…”

You shook your head and stood up. “I’m sorry.” You turned and ran away before he could say anymore. Your feelings for him were no doubt increasing every single day, but you had to end this now before it became something you may regret later on.

 

—————-

 

For the next few days, Xiumin tried to talk to you, but you always ignored his attempts. Every time you saw him in the hall, you sped past him silently, not wanting to hear anything from him. Whenever he tried to make eye contact, you looked away.

It hurt you to be so cruel, but you knew it was the only way to stop anything from happening between the two of you.

And at one point, Xiumin seemed to give up as well. He didn’t try to talk to you anymore whenever he saw you. He avoided you as well.

The last day before break, Xiumin wasn’t seen around campus. You grew a bit worried since you didn’t know of his whereabouts.

“You look like a mother who just lost their baby,” Chen observed when he saw you in the hall. “Hey, don’t worry, okay? I heard that Xiumin left to visit his parents a day before vacation because they live far away, so he had to catch the first flight he could find.”

You let out a sigh of relief at his words.

Chen chuckled and shook his head. “I knew you liked him,” he said under his breath. Before you could say anything, Chen came up with another question. “What are you doing during break?”

“I’m visiting my parents right after I get out of my last class today.”

“Ooh, tell your mother I said hello. She loves me, doesn’t she?”

You laughed and shook your head. “Yeah, you’re like the son she never had, Chen.”

“I know, I’m so lovable.” He nodded towards the end of the hall. “Let’s get to class.”

 

————-

 

Once you finally got to your parents’ house, you noticed an unfamiliar car parked in the driveway. You’ve never seen it before, but you just assumed some distant relative or friend was visiting.

You stood on top of the porch and knocked on the door, waiting patiently for someone to answer.

After a short while, your mother opened the door with a smile. “_____!” she exclaimed and enveloped you in a hug. “Oh, I’m so glad to see you. It’s been such a long time.”

“So good to see you too,” you replied and pulled away, stepping inside. “Hey, whose car is that in the driveway? Do we have guests or something?”

Your mother closed the door and awkwardly walked up to you. “Um, yes,” she answered. “I think you may know him.”
You furrowed your eyebrows and walked to the living room. “What are you-“ You stopped mid sentence when you saw Xiumin sitting on top of the couch, sitting across from your dad. “Xiumin?

He smiled and waved. “Hey, ______.”

You blinked and stood next to the coffee table. “What is going on here?” you asked.

Your father cleared his throat and looked up at you. “This young man here came by to inform us that he has some feelings for you,” he explained. “Apparently, he is unhappy with our rules that we’ve set for you and he has asked for our permission to ask you out.”

Your eyes widened. You couldn’t believe Xiumin came all this way to say all that to your parents. His feelings must’ve been pretty strong if he came all the way here to say all that.

Your mother shrugged and nodded at Xiumin. “He’s quite charming,” she said. “And very handsome.” She hit her husband’s shoulder. “And for goodness sake, you can’t always force your daughter to stay away from boys. She’s a young woman now, and she is very capable of balancing both her school life and love life.”

You sure didn’t see that coming from your mother. She just shot you an encouraging smile, showing that she approved of you and Xiumin already.

Your father sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Please take care of my little girl,” he pleaded. “She’s precious, I hope you know that.”

Xiumin nodded. “Yes, sir,” he said. “She certainly is the most precious thing on Earth.” He eyed you adoringly as he said that.

You blushed and looked the other way.

Your father stood up and went to go shake Xiumin’s hand. “Then you have my permission,” he said. “As long as you don’t hurt her.”

“You have my word.” Xiumin shook your father’s hand and then quickly locked his hand with yours afterward. “Now come on, I saw a nice little restaurant on the way here that looked really nice.”

‘Trouble with a long journey like this,’ continued the Captain, 'is that you end up just talking to yourself a lot, which gets terribly boring because half the time you know what you’re going to say next.’

'Only half the time?’ asked Arthur in surprise.

The Captain thought for a moment.

'Yes, about half I’d say.’

—  Douglas Adams, The Restaurant at the End of the Universe

mniemanie  asked:

"your music's way too lord buT THATS MY FAVOURITE SONG" for bellarke, if you're still takich prompts? :)

Okay, (1) I am literally always talking prompts (even if it takes me forever to fill them) and (2) thank you so much for this!! I kind of strayed away from the prompt, but I hope you enjoy it anyways! (Also, I had a lot of trouble with the ending, so just go with it?)


It was nearly 3 in the morning and a part of Clarke recognized that, but the empty bottle of wine on her table and the half full glass in front of her meant that when “What’s Up” started playing from her speakers, she couldn’t help but turn it up to full volume and start blaring out the words while she danced around her living room. The textbooks lying open on her desk could wait- the 90s power ballad couldn’t.

“25 years and my life is still,

Trying to get up that great big hill of hope

For a destination”

Gripping at the air dramatically, eyes closed and oblivious to the rest of the world, Clarke couldn’t stop herself from singing the ballad with as much passion as she could muster and, when it got to the chorus, she couldn’t stop her voice from coming out as more of a yell than an actual melody.

“And I say, hey hey hey hey

I said hey, what’s going on?”

A part of her registered the banging on the wall coming from the apartment beside her, but she knew Bellamy (Octavia’s over-protective older brother who couldn’t stand to live further than 5 feet away from his baby sister), and she wasn’t entirely concerned about his sleep schedule.

(So what if she was getting back at him for the time last week when he’d kept her up all night, his bed banging on the wall that their bedrooms shared for an entirely different reason? She was allowed to be immature, and Octavia had left her with the apartment to herself for the weekend, so she was going to take advantage of it.)

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