#and he was witj some other girl too

[urmomw4ntsme]

saw this absolutely sexy james potter lookalike guy with a fucking hritik roshan voice and MY DAD WAS STANDING NEXT TO ME i will genu just die atp because im not getting any of these gorgeous gorgeous people ever

[hauntingblue]

Can't believe I spent so much time thinking kiku and kinemon were dead... they really got me there...

[elryuse]

Tomboy Pt.1 ( Yandere (G)I-dle X Male Reader )

Y/n PoV

Hi. I'm Park Y/n. A normal highschool student in Hang Yun Jung High School. School life have been very stressfull and annoying to me, especially when there are this 5 tomboy girls that's constantly bullying me every day.

Their names are Soyeon which was their leader, Minnie, Miyeon, Shuhua and Yuqi. I won't lie, they are some of the prettiest girls you've ever seen, but their attitude is a complete 180 of their looks.

Especially that Soyeon girl, She love to bully you whenever you're in class or outside of class. She would often steal your lunch money, play with your books, and even toy witj you physically in school.

But today, you would be seeing a different side of her that you would never know.

"Hey Y/n. Can we talk together alone? I want to tell you something".

"Sure what do you want Ryujin"?

"Hehe do you have a girlfriend"?

"Huh? No why"?

"Well can I be your girlfriend"?

"You're joking right"?

"Why would I be joking"?

"Well 1st You're the prettiest girl in class, 2nd You're the richest girl in this school and 3rd You're fucking Shin Ryujin".

"Ahaha that's too much. But I'm serious, I want to be your girlfriend".

*Gulp*

"So what will it be"?

All of sudden someone interrupted my conversation with Ryujin. It was non other than Soyeon. My bully, that I hate so much.

"Sorry to bother you Ryujinie, but this guy is mine. Get your rich hands on someone else".

"Aww someone's jealous, but I won't leave. I want to be his Girlfriend".

"Oh so you want to fight me-".

"I want you to be my girlfriend Ryujin".

"Eh"?

"Bingo.. good job Y/n. Alright let's leave this place".

Soyeon PoV

Did I just heard that correctly, Did Park Y/n really said that in front of me. Ahaha he's kidding right? There's no way ahahahaha right? Am I going crazy? Why am I so jealous over him? He's just a nerd and my toy.. why would I be jealous right? Right?

Ah fuck this. I'm calling the group. I can't stand the two of them being together. Absolutely not. How dare she toyed with my toy. I'll make sure she regret that decision.

'Meet Me At The Rooftop ASAP'

"Well this will be fun".

A/n : This is my first ever story that I've uploaded in Tumblr, I know it's not perfect but I'll try to upload more and more here and there. Hope you like it so far. And stay tuned for the upcoming part soon.

[shamelessrabbithole]

to answer the anon who clarified! i think in the end we will agree to disagree because we have different informations on all those examples!

1- cameron dated a lot of people (which is fine! live your life the best you can) but it is true that he kind of ended up with a new partner each time he went for a new project. he dated sadie, then when ruby got casted, he started dating her. i remember that emma (debbie) would comment on their pics together saying she helped them get together and as always they had lots of pictures that would be classified as pintarest couples goal. after they broke up, he starred in that movie where he met payton, dated her and had that bad break up leading to him dating a model after. i don’t remember jf the model was the one called lauren? but he broke up witj her too as we know and 'that's it' for now! ( also 'fun fact' he did disneyland with payton, having proper paparazzi pics and such, later on he did the same with the next one— he also went coachella with sadie and then payton! it means nothing of course but its 'funny' seen from the outisde) also /if/ he is dating that new girl he shared on ig, that would be another person he dates from working on a project! (which again not bad but that’s a pattern)

2- the private account thing is legit. the thing is, shameless and the actors werent that famous back then ( despite gallavich being loud etc. ) so it wasnt as common for people to screenshot everything or to be able to save/see things quickly like it would happen in bigger fandoms ( e.g. the bear cast ) the ones who saw the account (that i knew of) were people that had connections and said they would never screenshot or share them as theyre clearly personal/intimate and it was an accident not meant for everyone to see. it can happen, maybe the app glitched and the account got public, maybe he wanted to fix some things and clicked the wrong button! many times can happen. but it is also true that he does the whole sneaky thing, posting stuff trying to gain attention, dancing around it and be ‘mysterious’ (but i really doubt he would leak nudes of his exes cause that would be a scumbag move and im sure he knows how it feels being a public figure and having pictures you don’t want still online)

3- when he officially broke up with payton (probably after the on and off & injury) cameron made a twitter post about it “Hey @peytonlist, figured now was as good a time as any to post this. The video was taken on the set of Anthem about two days after we had started dating. I was obviously smitten. Thanks for sharing nearly two amazing years together. Love you and wish you the best.” as you can read they were already exes when he shared the video and peyton’s only interaction was to like his posts and that’s it. of course we don’t know the behind the scenes but i wouldn’t be happy to have my now ex sharing a video of when we started dating, saying he was smitten, ending it with an i love you. it kinda puts you in a weird position in the public eye, with his parasocial fans too etc. let’s remember that he also made that post later on saying he’s a private person and doesn’t talk about his personal life but then all these things aren’t exactly… private? especially not the right moment!

as always i’m just a fan of his acting and i’m nosy as hell so i enjoy knowing things of people i follow, but at the end of the day him and his friends know the absolute truth! oh and again, i wanted to find the video he posted with peyton but as i said he wasn’t that famous and he only had one update account (that he met at a convention!) that has stopped ‘working’ on it. now there are lots of ig pages that keep his pictures and videos saved, i suppose that if he had fans like that back in the days, we would have more material!

Thanks. I agree that having receipts for everything would be great. But even then, all of this is speculation is still subject to opinion because at the time that all this happened, other factors might’ve been going on simultaneously in his life that we know little to nothing about.

It’s why I usually don’t like to comment on or critique this sort of thing because I didn’t follow him then. My scope is limited to only the information fans of that time convey to me. I probably wouldn’t be a very good juror in a court case for this reason! 😂

[princessdreamie]

DBH part 51

After some time Zo had all she needed for her paper and even made some copies for Br as she was 'asked' by her.

The article has become a hit with the students. That gave Zo an ego boost with her already huge entitled behavior. Be still had no clue about her being a wannabe paparazzi, so she couldn't care less how many is she followed C & Sa, as long as she gets something out of it. Zo we aware if she told the truth to her 'goldmine' all might be crushing down on her for her carrier path. So she kept her mouth shut about this.

few months passed

C finally found the best place for Sa to stay. Up until now she couch Surfed at some at their friends. But this couldn't happen any better on time. Bc Sa's SO finally arrived at their city.

Na asked Sa if she could meet that person, Sa wholeheartedly obligated to her request. She and the little girl had become pretty close. Na was way more mature than other kids her age. And the girl liked her cousin's friend bc she had tons of ideas to makes boring day fun.

C got the 3 of them to the airport to pick up their guest. Sa got a text message that made her very excited. He was here. C never told na who Sa was witj so sje might be very surprised by it. And he was right.

Omce the doors ipened a big wheelchair came on out. Na had never seen such a big and chunky one of that kind. In hospitals they jad those normal ones where someone else had to psh them. But that one had had a screen and a joystick on one of the armrests. An older lady pushed him over to them, wearing a tired smile on her face.

She introduced herself as Mrs.Trevor, Lance's (La) mom. The boy on the big chair, Lance didn't really shoe any emotions on his face but Sa was hugging him tightly west his arrival.

Na had obviously many questions about him and his condition. But she stopped herself to not make it awkward for everyone present. C helped getting La and his mom a car to get around while they are here in town.

Sa decided to drive with her bf and his mom, so Na & C drove alone behind them. Na finally decided to ask her questions.

1.) How long has La been in this condition?

2.) How does he communicate with his mom and others

And many other things a child might be curious about. C laughed at her questions as he answered: „He got into an accident many years ago. That was when he and Sa were already dating. He got it pretty bad but thanks to his Mom's connections they came by a very skilled doctor thay was a big help for them financially.“

Na continied to listen to his story. „His screen leanrs with the help of AI but also by hrlp from some Roboter Geniuses working in that field. So if he presses the joystick it scanns his eyes, emotions etc. And more often than not it gets hings wrong but they still figure out whathe was trying to say. He came here for a surgery that might be helping him to go back fo normal. Or if anything to a somewhat better state than he is now.“

C's exprssion turned sour for some reason but b4 she could ask what he was thinking about they were stopped by the police.

Perplexed by the situation, C asked the little girl to stay quiet until he got to know what this was all about. The police officer asked if he had noticed the speed limit, to which he responded „Yes. I drove under the speed limit.“

But for some reason the officer wouldnt let him through. C got suspicious about it and secretly turned on his recording device. The other car in front of them was already gone, Sa even texted C what was going on with the police.

C couldnt answer because he argued with the man outside the car. Instead if waiting a minute longer she texted Na for details. The girl explains in short & simple terms that it might take a bit longer, so they can drive to their place and they will get there eventually, too.

[ramayantika]

Sad stuff ahead. Do not progress if you don't want to be sad. Go eat a chocolate now and drink water.

Look I am terribly sorry that you never got your dream job that you never got into medicine. Some things don't really happen in life even if you work very hard and put a lot of passion and dedication to it. I am sorry that you never got good teachers who could make you understand stuff. I am sorry that right after graduation you were married off and before you got perhaps try out new courses and stuff I was born and you had to care for me. I am sorry that in the age and time when your friends were busy working and making their career you had me and care for me. I know this from such a young age and I am truly sorry. I am sorry that you are afraid that I would turn up like you. But you have not raised a daughter like that. I am not, I repeat I am not going to end up like you, or even you. No I shall not. I share your name, your blood not the same story. I pray that may the lord above removes this fear. May he make you bhaya mukta may he grant you peace.

I am sorry that I got ill and it gets tough for me to breathe and I am coughing. I am sorry that this is why I don't feel like eating much so i don't really speak to you. I am sorry that I am worried about my tests and my life. I am sorry, I really am. I am sorry that unlike my cousins and friends I don't look happy. If my best friends are happy that's perfectly good, they deserve all the happiness in their life. If they are sad, i am sorry i can't talk to them or be with them. But i hope they are all well and taking their exams happily.

I am sorry for being that little girl who was never free on stage while dancing while the others performed so well. I am sorry that I learnt things later. I am sorry that I never got that all rounder prize in school while managing studies and school and instead got that contribution to dance award. I remember that day what your words were. You were worried about your interview i totally i understand. Perhaps, that's why you congratulated me in the evening. I felt sad but I managed it. Nature congratated me earlier. It had given me a beautiful flower and a cute little leaf when I walked back home witj that dance prize. I am sorry that i made you worried these entire two years. I should have tried to understand your point instead of crying too myself all alone for months, for feeling lonely because I had shifted to a new school and a new place suddenly. I am sorry for being 'depressed' because I was trying to cope up with my new subjects. Perhaps I do think I could have managed it better like my friends did.

I am sorry for being that girl who did not make friends easily. I am sorry for being shy. I am sorry for zoning out so much, for loving my own company because I loved to notice hills and flowers, the sun and the moon talking to me in their own way.

I am sorry for not being that bold outspoken girl. I am sorry for never sharing my feelings with you all as I spent months hitting my fists on the bathroom wall expecting them to bleed but I stopped because I realized it wasn't worth it. I have tried to hurt myself physically because I was upsetting you and the house. and I am sorry for that. I still upset you all nevertheless. I am sorry for never making you proud. I am sorry for getting less marks in maths, for never getting those medals and trophies my brother has.

I am sorry for a lot if things. Thank you may the gods above bless you to be happy.

[mejomonster]

Heartstopper, ep 2:

I always find coming out narratives in fiction interesting. Because like, 1 obviously all of our own experiences are uniquely different. 2 fiction has a reason to make it a neat event wrapped in a bow: character discovers they like x gender, character contemplates what that means about self identity, character weighs how ppl will react, then character tells ppl (or runs?). 3 particularly coming of age fiction has a tendency to wrap it in a neat bow. Because adult fiction can jump to the point where ppl are already self aware of their sexuality, or else can dwell in the grey area of figuring out what you like/if you'll tell/who you'll tell (and during what parts of yr life) because it's not rushing to quickly get to the teens in young crushes with their light drama stage lol. Because adult fiction can tend toward messier and less wrapped up without as much confusion from watchers.

So like. In reality? My coming of age "coming out" lol was probably most like Jennifer's Body. I liked girls, I obviously did and knew that since a friend told me girls COULD like girls AND boys when I was 12 and then suddenly everything clicked lol. I was also told only straight and gay existed by adults in authority, and told when I came out as bi (as soon as I learned the word) to go back into tje closet and "pick" (yikes! I'm glad sexuality education I hope is a bit better now with less lies being the only accessible info). So cause people insisted if you liked guys you were straight even if you liked girls too (thanks lying authority figures lol) I thought I was straight. When I doubted I was, I had plenty of teens calling me lesbian and dyke ans very very mean things all as insults to bully me, even in tje closet I was bullied for liking girls anyway. So I wasn't exactly hiding I liked girls by my teens. I was like Needy in Jennifer's Body, in some kind of mess friends witj benefits with a girl I liked, and both me and the girl were pretty aware we were kinda gay, and school was aware enough to bully me for it. And maybe a few times toward the end in senior year, I came out as bi to a few friends (finally finding online resources to reaffirm bisexuality is in fact real, and the ppl I grew up with had lied to me and shoved me back in the closet). And my friends already knew lol pretty much, so it changed nothing except I thought less about who knew or what I said. I didn't do some big come out to strangers, I just acted like myself with less hiding. The only big "coming out" was to my parents, and like some bi people can relate, i had to come out like 7 goddamn times for them to finally get that bi people are real. So very much unlike neatly wrapped up fiction, my real experience was not a neat figuring our I liked x gender, accepting myself, then telling people. It was more like realizing my feelings had a word for tjem, accepting cool I exist (but otjer ppl sure don't think I do), then getting bullied cause bullies don't care if ur out. And having crushes and dating people well before I knew what label I could use or how to get people to respect my label lol.

So back to Heartstopper: I find this a very interesting middle ground between realism and a gentler neater fictional take. I very much like the writing of the show so far. Charlie didn't come out, he says "it sort of just got found out." So like me, and probably a lot of people, he was just living his life and people figured he liked guys and decided to point it out whether he was ready for other people to give their unwanted opinions about it or not. But it's also in the narrative treated like he took them finding out and accepted that he was "out" now. So narratively the story can treat It like coming out and move on wirh it's plot. Even though the scenario implies he was probably a lot like most teens - living his life, some people called him gay, ans he was like well yeah I guess I DO like guys I'm not hiding it. That was me. I got called gay and I did like girls so I wasn't going to lie and say I didn't (I just am not the kind of person). That said, I met plenty of people like Ben too - who realistically were not ready to tell off/ignore people with their unasked for opinions. People who wanted to keep lying tjey didn't like what they liked, to keep people from saying things to them. And the reality is it is scary for teens. I wasn't scared of much so tje bullying didn't bother me. Charlie seems a bit like me in that he was like oh well I guess I'm out now.

I appreciate how this shows writing so far feels very down to earth. It feels somewhat realistic. I also do wonder if now in the younger generation than me, with teens now, and coming out as a bigger "thing" ans more kids and adults seem willing to openly mention sexualities, if this writing is more like how it is nowadays.

[my-fanfic-library]

Something Different {BBC Dracula x Reader} [4]

Masterlist

~^*^~

Your eyes switched from Dracula, to the armed force team and then back to Dracula. You couldn’t help but think back to the day at the Jonathan Harker Foundation when he had told you that he knew he could easily win against the team of gun-wielding men. That lead you to remember his account aboard the Demeter, in which he had been shot four times in the chest. He had felt no pain and had almost immediately gotten up to devour the man that shot him.

How could you be so stupid?!

Of course he would easily win against mortal men! All they had was (to quote the brave gentleman deceased of 123 years) steel and powder! They were no match for Count Dracula. It was at that precise moment that you realised just how royally screwed you really were. You had lead yourself out to a concealed corner, meters above an angry sea, with the intentions of luring over an ancient vampire and had succeeded. A few bullets would do him no damage, but his fangs and his beastly power would be enough to finish you all off within a minute or two.

You turned your eyes to Dracula once more and he was staring straight at you. You kept the eye contact. He licked his lips and lowered his arms.

“Did you invite them?” He inquired.

You were too frozen to speak. The dread that had overcome you was too much for you to handle.

“Silly girl. Did you truly think that you would ever have the upper hand against someone - something - like me?”

Again, you were unable to answer him. He stretched his neck, rolling it backwards to expose his thick neck and a deep growl eminated from his chest.

“What a shame. I was beginning to like you, [First].”

“What are you going to do to me?”

He neared you once more and faintly you heard one of the men shout for him to stop moving. He did not listen. He swaggered towards you with some pride. You could only assume he knew that the ball was in his court.

When his fingers trailed against your waist for a second, you were unable to suppress the hum that rumbled in your throat. For just a moment, you forgot who was touching you. His mouth came to hover jusy above the skin just above your collarbone. He was almost touching the flesh, but kept enough space to tantalise you.

“You stepped out of line.” He breathed against your skin, “I never break my promises, Miss [First].” Your eyes widened.

He wouldn’t.

His other hand came to grip your waist and both hands were now holding you firm. You wriggled in his grasp, trying to set yourself free. You heard Zoe’s voice from some distance away but you knew she’d never get to you.

“You’re going to kill me.” You whispered the statement.

“No, I told you, I don’t want to kill you. You’re going to learn a lesson.”

“I-“

“Never cross me again, [First].”

He pressed his body firmly to yours and he pushed wyour body harshly backwards with no effort on his behalf. The railing behind you broke as if it was nothing more than a flimsy and tiny tree branch. You became weightless, with the Count clutching you tight as you plummeted down into the North Sea.

~^*^~

The days that followed were quiet. You suspected that you had most deeply offended Count Dracula, as although you continued to try and lure him to you, he made no attempt to visit you again. By the fourth day of his clear ignoring of you, you decided to spend a day inside of the Jonathan Harker Foundation, where you ended up running into a very old friend.

When your eyes had landed on Jack Seward, you swore you had a heart attack. A little more matured than the last time you saw him, with a slightly different cut to his hair, maybe an inch at most taller, he had hardly changed. Seeing him brought back a flood of memories, most of them painful, even more linking to another person whom you had buried down in the deepest dungeons of your heart and mind and begged to never have to think about again.

Jack’s eyes had lit up, despite the clear sadness evident in them and had begun to ramble about how much time it had been since you’d last met. Although Jack had never done a thing wrong to you, you couldn’t help that grease stain of a grudge on your heart catch a little on him in your mind. He had been associated. Although he never knew what went on, you felt like he picked her over you.

“So, what are you doing here?” You inquired, smiling through the whirlwind of negative emotions currently circulating you, “no offence, I mean. Do you work here?

“Not work, per se. I’m actually a junior doctor, I’m just here because Zoe- Dr. Van Helsing, put me forward for some study with a vampire. What about you?” The ease in which he spoke, the casualness of it made you scoff.

“Me? I’m an associate of Zoe’s. I’ve been working with criminals for the past two and a half years, learning how they tick and getting to the bottom of the why. She asked me to lend a hand on the vampire as we seem to be calling him.”

“I see...”

“A junior doctor, though, eh? Who would’ve thought the Jack Seward who couldn’t handle watching a birthing video in year ten would turn out to be a doctor?” You playfully sighed.

“I actually want to go into mental health. Definitely not.. birthing.” A chill ran down his spine and he visibly shivered.

You laughed and accompanied him as far as where he needed to be. Although you had no need to be inside of the institute, you knew you could find solace somewhere. Truth be told, you were trying to avoid Zoe for even a few hours. She had been relentlessly hounding you for information on Dracula, and trying to get your neck treated. After the Count had so kindly soft-chocked you, a purple bruise had bloomed in the shape of his hand stretching across your skin. If she knew about the similar marks on both sides of your waist, you knew she’d have a fit. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Zoe, it was quite the opposite. It was simply that you knew she was riddled with guilt.

Zoe had spent her whole life chasing the fantasy of finding Dracula. It was all that she ever wanted. She needed to know where he was. He had killed her great-great paternal aunt along witj several others with them not realising what he was for weeks and then all but disappeared. He had never been recovered from the shipwreck of the Demeter and no one had seen him since. Knowing that the foundation she ran, the institute she had in her clutches had brought back such evil was driving her crazy with the guilt. People were dying. Every day, at least two new victims would be announced, most drained of their blood and with a chunk of their throats gone. She felt responsible.

In your thoughts, you managed to find an unoccupied room and slumped down into one of the chairs closest to the door. You had found it difficult to sleep, worrying that a certain vampire would find you and gain entry to your home. You didn’t think that he knew where you lived, but he was a vampire who could turn himself into a fly. For all you knew he was hovering around you currently.

Every now and then, a rush of voices would flow past the door, and you’d sink further down into your seat to avoid being detected. For just a moment, you craved solace and quiet. It seemed this abandoned room provided it well. However, you only stayed for another short moment before pushing yourself up and leaving the room.

Standing against the wall opposite where you emerged was Zoe with her arms crossed. Jack was standing awkwardly beside her.

“I was beginning to wonder when you were going to come out of there.” She stated plainly, “it seems the two people I need to speak with the most are consistent in trying to avoid me.”

“I’m sorry, Zoe. I just needed a little space.”

“That’s understandable. You could have just said.” She pushed herself away from the wall so that she was standing fully, “you look exhausted.”

“I am.” You confessed, “I’m worried about-...” you cut yourself off. Jack was staring right at you with such pity it made you want to burst into tears right there.

“Dracula.” He finished for you.

“Yes, well, he did leave quite the nasty bruise on your neck and proceed to throw you both into the sea.” Zoe state’s as if you couldn’t recall. You definitely could.

Zoe then insisted that you go home and get some real rest. She allocated some men to be stationed around your home and kindly offered to drive you back herself. It was a quick drive and she decided to bring Jack along, considering the three of you seemed to know a little more about the Count than most. As she pulled up outside of your house, you looked through the windows. Everything was as you left it. To your left was the river, currently drained of nearly all it’s water as the tide was out. You bid the two farewell and retreated into your home.

Time slipped by with ease once you were home. You did not sleep, though you probably should have given the circumstances. At exactly 8:09pm, as you watched some aged comedy, your door knocked. It was most likely Zoe checking up on you, so you rose and went to answer.

You had no chance to try and slam the door shut once it was opened as his large hand held the wood with ease, preventing it was swinging back into its frame.

“How did you find me?” You inquired, a little scared, but as usual keeping your calm front.

“It wasn’t difficult. You walk home alone almost every day. That cinertrack has a lot of places to duck if someone turns to look, you know.” He informed you. Dracula’s eyes twinkled with mischief once more and he licked his lips he was triumphant.

“Why are you here?” Was your next question.

“To see you, of course. Will you invite me in?”

“Will you harm me if I do?”

“Have you learnt your lesson?”

“Come in, Dracula.”

“Good girl.”

You turned sluggishly, b-lining for your sofa once more. Dracula followed behind you. His footsteps echoed in your ears. When you flipped down on soft cushions, you eyed the vampire who took a seat on your La-Z Boy.

“Ah, you have one of the boxes, as well.” He mused.

“As well?” You cocked an eyebrow.

“Yes, whenever I have been invited in to feast, they’ve had those boxes,” he pointed at your TV, “clever thing isn’t it?”

“I mean, I guess so.”

“You humans seemed to have grown much too accustomed to these fine luxuries in life. Very ungrateful for them.”

“It’s not- never mind. I’m going to get ready for bed.”

You pushed yourself up once more and found yourself leaving him alone as you climbed your stairs. Upon entering the bathroom, you took a look at yourself in the mirror. The purple bruise was still evident on your neck. It wasn’t faded much at all and you wondered how long it was going to take for it to disappear. You traced the line with your finger.

“Yes, sorry about that.”

You turned your head to see him leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed. A small smirk played on his lips. He wasn’t sorry, he was proud of it.

He moved into the room, slow steps nearing you until he was stood directly behind you. You locked eyes with him in the mirror. Like this, you could see the sheer size difference between you. He overpowered you in every aspect and it began to dawn on you how stupid you had been.

“Stupid things, mirrors.” He uttered, frowning and used his hands to turn you to face him, “they are beyond the complexity of this world, I assure you. Vanity is such a reckless thing.”

“Says the man clearly obsessed with keeping up with appearances.” You rolled your eyes at him, peering up through your eyelashes at his face.

“It is,” he brought up a hand, coolness stinging your neck where the bruise was, “beautiful. Did I do the same thing on your waist?”

“Would it matter?” You questioned.

“Of course. You must know by now that I revel in the things that I can do to you fragile beings.”

“You cannot scare me, Dracula.”

“You always lie to me when your pulse is so erratic.” He lowered his voice, “do you take enjoyment out of deceiving others, so?”

“No.” You whispered.

“Then why do you do it?”

You could not answer him. He already knew why. It was foolish to try and save face in front of a vampire who knew what you were going to do before even you did. A smirk cane upon his lips and he took a step back, allowing for you to leave the room. He followed you out and into your bedroom. This, you did not realise until you were sat fully in bed and turned to see him sitting causally in the arm chair by your door.

You inwardly grumbled.

Surely a man of his age would be able to realise what was crossing a boundary? Were you going to have to spell it out for him? He simply stared at you for a moment before sitting up and ridding himself of his navy suit jacket. Now he sat with his white shirt and black waistcoat. You glared as he made himself comfortable.

“What are you doing?” You snapped.

“Sitting.” It was his turn to roll his eyes.

“You do realise why I’ve come in here, right?”

“Yes, I’m not stopping you from sleeping, [First]. I’ll wait here until you wake up.”

“What so you can feed on me when I’m out cold? Yeah, that’s not happening.”

“[First],” he sat forwards once more, resting his elbows on his thighs and pacing his hands together with his fingers, “had I wanted to kill you, be assured I would have done it the first time we met. You are lucky you were so ballsy as to shut the light out just to talk to me.”

“Drac, I’m not sleeping in here with you sitting there.”

“Sleep or don’t sleep, I’m comfortable here.”

You groaned and flopped back on to the mattress. You cursed at yourself. Only an idiot would invite a vampire so intrusive into their house at bedtime.

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[zuffer-weird-girl]

So uh angst/sad writing prompt of Chisaki and his partner dealing with a loss of pregnancy? (I know this is a tough subject so if you don’t want to write with it that’s fine!)

Okay. In sorry but this was way too personal for me. My aunt wanted badly to have a child... and she indeed got pregnant with not two or three, but 4... then this happened.

It was a very dark time for my family...

The moment you two discovered of your pregnancy, was certainly a huge surprise but not a unpleasant one in the slightest.

Pops was over the clouds while you were the joy itself. He knew how badly you wanted to have a kid, so the moment he noticed you were starting to have the symptoms he got hopeful. His angel would be overjoyed if his suspicions were true.

The moment you screamed right after he had given you a pregnancy test and went to the bathroom it was the most beautiful thing he saw on his world. You had that beautiful smile he had come to fall in love with on your feautures as you shouted that you were indeed carrying his child.

He smiled serenely at that, waiting for you to wash your hands to bring you to a hug as he subsconciously placed his gloved hand on the region of where stayed your uterus.

He swore he even saw a halo on you, at how happy and joyful you looked.

Some months passed and he almost fainted that it was not only one you were carrying... but two. Two little defiants.

He got teased for that? A lot would be little. Pops joked a lot and he felt himself emerging on his chair with embarrassments at some... but he was pleased no less. Two in one attack.

Although you both were slightly anxious. Double the trouble after all.

Never on his life he would expect to have this. Have someone on his life, love them so much that he even got intimate enough to not show each other vulnerabilities; although he still struggled with that; but to... share a bed with, know each other better than your own hands.

Become one.

It was a struggle to get the names for those brats but somehow, thank the gods, you both got on a agreement.

If it was going to be two girls it, they would be named Elizabeth and Akemi. While if it was going to be two boys Davi and Kano... if the kids ended up being borned as a couple it was already decided that Kano and Elizabeth were the remaining ones.

Everthing on his life seemed to get brighter. Happier. Normal.

... but he learned from a very young age that everthing that is good... doesn't last forever on life. It got ripped out of your hands cruely as they left you on the dirt to pick the pieced of your shatered heart on the filthy ground.

That it was when life was kind enough...

Some things went terribly wrong on one of his business. Causing the atmosphere of the Shie Hassaikai to becime darker. The rival gang attacked on the following day without warjing and he was lucky enough to pin the bastard down and end things quickly.

Although... stress and pregnancy didn't got well together. And he widen his eyes in horror when he say you struggling to even breath after the huge scare.

It didn't helped ease his fears when he saw that you were attached as well, bruises all over you as he scooped you up on his arms and made his way to the hospital, curing your cuts and injuries on the way, hesitantly since he despised using his quirk on you out of all people.

He didn't prevent the doctors to take you out of his arms. Glaring daggers at them when they had taken you to examinate.

You got out and meet him for a moment with a ffow on your forehead, sitting besides him as you two waited for being called.

He hated yhat they took so long, breathing in on that place was absolutely torture for him as he coughed and bringed his mask closer, taking one out of his jacket pocket to place it on you.

You smiled at the gesture, quickly returning to that gloomy and worried state as you played with your fingers and bounced your knee repeatedly.

He knew that anxiety tick way too well, and with a glived hand he placed on your knee, pressing, gripping slightly to ease down your nervousness.

"Is going to be fine. They have your and my blood combined. Chisakis are know to be pests after all." He said nonchalantly but smiled a bit at your giggled and protest of his words.

His brats were okay. They have to be.

Although when he looked up at the face of the doctor calling you both, his whole body turned cold... the hives were slowly appearing but he controlled his wish to scrub his arm or face while he helped you up, trying to not spot his true feelings.

The doctor was bold yet showed a bit of sympathy... something that he despised to just hear.

Miscarriage... neither of them had survived.

Your eyes teared up but you didn't dared to make a sound... only opting to nod numbly at the doctor and got up from your chair, making your way out of the office without Chisaki's company.

"I am sorry mister." The doctor spoked with a frow, flinching a bit at the brute way Chisaki had lifted up... gaze pierced on the ground as he muttered the words.

"Why you're apologizing in the first place?" He asked with venom, storming his way out to find you.

His wife was hugging her self with a mortified and broken look, right besides their car. The moment she saw him, she entered the passenger seat withiut a word.

He entered the car and without a care he hitted the door and breath in slowly ti try to calm himself while having a death grip on the driving wheel.

He didn't even got to call for you or hold your arm the moment you both reached home, you immediately running out of the car and slamming shut the door of your bedroom.

Pops looked at the scene, one yebrow lifted up at seing that his daughter in law had passed through him like a thunder, without greeting him before slowly putting the pieces together when he saw his usual confident, arrogant and stubborn Chisaki with a numb and broken look, his movements slow as a snail when he opened and closed the door while taking his shoes off.

He told Pops and didn't even acknowledge the conforting pat on his shoulder or the quick hug the elder gave it to him, only dragging his feet to his bedroom... only to noticed you had locked it.

He didn't had the strength to call or scold you... merely using his quirk to get through the door and returned like it was after.

You were there... in the edge of the bed, crying your eyes out on the pillow, muffling your horror and broken hearted screams... he slowy made his way to your side and placed it carefully his hand on your back, carresing slightly witj worry and understanding.

You took your face out from the cushion to look at him, brokened and depressed at receiving the news that you not only had lost one kid but the two of them.

Nornally if anyone looked at him in such a way he wouldn't feel absolutely anything, not pity, nor sympathy.... nothing.

But this was his wife... crying over what could be his brats running around the house... calling him father and you mother.

He felt the warm liquid sliding through his eye to his chin... the drop of tear falling into his knee as he brought you ti cry on his shoulder instead.

"I couldn't do- i didn't did anything!" You hoarsely cried... your throat aching but not the same horrific pain you felt on your chest "is my faul Kai.... all my-"

"Shut your damn mouth, if anyone is the one to blame would be those bastards and myself." He hissed, squezzing you even more to his chest as his breath got caught on his throat.

You only sobbed harder on him and gripped onto his shirt for dear life as you let out a miserable yet painful cry out, as his own tears falled silently...

No one dared to talk with neither of you except Pops, Kurono and Irinaka. And the conversations were short and avoided of any emotions.

Chisaki if not working he was on his room, while he refused to let go of his wife who seemed just as broken as him.

Two unborn lifes were lost... and the shie Haassaikai quarters were emerged on pure sadness and darkness by only seing the pain on their leader's eyes....

The pain on his chest and soul were almost unbearable... but he needed to be swallow it up and remain strong not only fir get the Yakusa working... but the most important. He needed to be strong as he always was for you. You and only.

You were his everthing. And he was going to be there to pick the shattered pieces and clean up the mess along if that meant he one day could see that joyful look on your face again... and might as well be happy.

[piers-wifey]

Lear x reader (Babys first word)

You were in the kitchen, sitting on a chair and writing a shopping list, when Lear came in. Holding your child in his arms.

"What are you doing, y/n?" he asked you curious.

"Writing a shopping list. We're out of baby food and nappies again." you mumbled. The silver haired prince just nodded and eyed his child lovingly. When you looked up and saw the gentle smile on his handsome face, you just couldn't resist the urge to smile as well.

"You know, you really should do that more often. It looks nice on you." you said. When Lear heard that, his cheeks turned red. "Oh uh t-tjanks I guess?" he stuttered. You just giggled and got up from your chair. "You're welcome." you said sweetly and gave him a loving kiss, which he returned immediately. Both of you then looked deep into each others eyes. But the moment only lasted for a few seconds, before the happy giggling of your child, eyeing both his/her parents curiously, attracted your attention.

"Seems like someone wants all the attention to himself/herself." Lear chuckled and lookedat you in amusement. You nodded and gave your child a tender kiss on the forehead. This time your baby made a very joyful squeak, which made you both laugh wholeheartedly. When you heard the silver haired prince making that noise, your heart just melted. You knew that it was very rare for the young male to laugh like that. Hearing him laughing at his babys squeaks and giggles like that, made you smile even wider. You could tell, that he had changed a lot, since your son/daughter was born. He's much more caring now and, even though he denies it every time you mention it, has become a lot softer. Especially when he's around his precious kid. He really has a soft spot for his son/daughter. You often caught him playing peek-a-boo or got your nose with him/her. Of course Lear thinks that nobody sees him doing this, and it's true. Nobody ever did. Neither Rachel nor Sawyer had seen their Master being a little goof around his kid. Nobody knew he could be like that, except for you of course. But you would never tell him that you know about it, since you know, he would literally die of embarrassment if you did.

"I love you so much y/n. You and our precious little prince/princess." Lear said and rested his chin on youe head, holding you close, while you snuggled up to him. "I love you too, Lear."

~Little Timeskip~

"I'll be back soon and don't make any trouble, okay?" you said jokingly and gave both, Lear and your son/daughter a goodbye kiss, before you left. The silverhead blushed a bit when you said that. He knew exactly what you meant by that. And it was still very embarrassing for him

Being covered in baby powder and having milk spilled all over his expensive clothes and the couch, isn't exactly what you would expect to see, when you come home after being out with your friends for a few hours, right? You could never forget Lears sheepish smile and the embarrassed look on his face, when you stood in the entrance of the living room, watching him trying to clean up the mess he had made. Of course you wondered, how this could've happened, especially after being away for only three hours. But to you, it was a hilarious sight. And as soon as you entered the room, you grabbed the camera and took a few pictures. You would later write on the backside of one of them "A day with papa"

You had promised Lear not to show those pictures to anyone, but there was no chance you would deny your friends to see this cute and funny moment. You even showed them to Rachel and Sawyer. Everyone of them, could hardly hold back a laugh. It was just too funny seeing the crown prince and future king kneeling on the floor, covered in milk and baby powder, trying to clean up everything, while his son/daughter sat on the couch, clapping and laughing. After you took a few more pictures, you helped him. But since that day, you would always look at Lear say, that you're the mother of two children.

"This time, it'll be different!" Lear says to himself and heads to the living room. He had almost reached it, when suddenly Rachel and Sawyer appeared out of nowhere.

"Oh, there you are, young Master. We've been looking for you." the dark skinner man said. The silverhead rose an eyebrow and looked questioningly at his two servants. "What is it?" he asked. Rachel took a step forward and bowed her head slightly. "It's about Team Break. We heard they're making trouble again. This time, they attacked the Champions and tried to steal their Pokémon."

The young prince narrowed his eyebrows and let out a irritated sigh. "This damn Team Break is really starting to get on my nerves!" he growled angrily, but stopped immediately, when he sensed the uneasiness of his child. He gently rocked it back and forth, trying to calm him/her, before he looked back at his two servants. "As you can see, I have to take care of the kid now. And as long as y/n isn't back, I can't go anywhere."

Both, Sawyer and Rachel understood what their boss meant with that. "Understood." The dark skinned male said, before he and the purple haired female gave a slight bow of the head and left. When both of them were gone, Lear let out a quiet sigh of relief. He knew that he wasn't completely honest with them. Of course he could've given the child into the care of another servant, but the thing is, he just don't want another person to take care of his child. Lear was absolutely sure, that both, Rachel and Sawyer were fully aware about his little lie. But on the other hand, why should he care? He's not only their boss, but also the future king. So they had to follow his orders, no matter what. And besides, he was absolutely sure, that this brat Scottie/Bettie, would've taken care of Team Break, long before he even had the chance to grab his Pokéball. So why should he even bother to go? Right now, he has better things to do, than chasing some idiots in ridiculous masks, around the island.

When Lear heard his childs babbling, he looked down. As soon as his purple eyes met his sons/daughters blue ones, he couldn't hold back another gentle smile. "Your eyes are just as beautiful as your mothers." he said softly and nuzzled him/her. And as if the child had understood its fathers words, he/she started to giggle and tried to 'say' something in baby language. Hearing the happy babbling of his baby, gave Lear an idea. He quickly went to the living room. When he entered said room, he headed to the couch and sat down. His kid soon stopped its babbling and looked at the silverhead witj big, curious eyes. After a last, bery careful look at the entrance to the room, Lear started to speak. "Let's surprise mommy, okay?"

The baby tilted its head slightly, not knowing what the words, his/her father said, meant.

"Well, since your trying to speak, let's teach you your first word."

The child started to laugh. His/her eyes full of delight.

"Okay, now listen very carefully. Say Papa."

Again, the child just giggled and babbled something, Lear couldn't understand. "Hey hey, try to focus little one. You're a prince/princess."

But since the baby didn't knew what a prince/princess was, he/she just kept laughing and squeaking.

"No no, say Papa." Lear said, even though he was more laughing than speaking.

~Small Timeskip~

The young prince had no idea, how long he was sitting here, trying to teach the baby to say Papa. A brief look at the clock then told him, that it must've been at least two hours. Lear raised his eyebrows. It really surprised him, that he had the patience to sit here for two hours, trying to teach his kid his/her first word. Every person, Lear included, was aware of the young prince's lack of patience. Especially when he had to repeat himself more than two times. But around his son/daughter, he was completely different. Gentle, soft spoken, patient, even a little goofy and most importantly, loving and caring.

"Come on, say Papa. I know you can do it!" the young, silver haired man said encouraging.

"Da..." The little boy/girl tried to imitate the sound his/her father had made.

"Yes almost. Do it again, say Papa."

The child tilted its head again. "Da...Da..." There was a short pause, before the baby tried it again. Lear just smiled. "You're doing great! Come on, one more try. Pa-pa."

Lear could see, that his kid wanted to say it again, but he /she was interrupted by a huge yawn.

"Huh, seems like someone's tired." he said, sounding a bit disappointed. The baby yawned again.

"Okay little prince/princess, time for your nap." he said gently and picked him/her up. As soon as Lear held his child in his arms, he/she buried his/her face into his chest. When the young prince entered the childs room, he turned on the nightlight and headed to the crib. Before he put his child into it, he gave him/her a very tender kiss on the forehead.

"I love you so much, my sweet little prince/princess. I know that I'm not the best father, but I'm really trying my best. And I promise you that I, as long as I'm here, will do everything, to protect you from any harm!" he promised and gave his child another loving kiss. After he had put his son/daughter carefully into the crib, he gently touched the sleeping babys cheek. This made the little one smile.

"Dream well, my precious little boy/girl." he whispered, before he turned to the entrance. The silverhead had almost reached the door, when heard something. It was his childs sleepy voice. Lear had to listen very carefully to hear it, but when he realized what his son/daughter had said, he could feel a wave full of pride and joy rushing through his body. A big smile appeared on his face.

~And another Timeskip~

"Lear, I'm back." you called. The silverhead, who was in the kitchen, came out to greet you with a sweet kiss.

"Hello love." he then said. You noticed that big, shit eating smile on his face immediately. Wondering what could possibly made him grin like that you asked: "What happened? Why are you smiling like that?"

But the only answer you received was another kiss. Confused by that, you returned the kiss. After you two were done, you asked again. This time he just looked at you. His purple eyes filled with pride and pure happiness.

"Our son/daughter said his/her first word." he told you. You gasped and looked at him, as if he had said something funny.

"Our baby did what?"

Lear grinned and hugged you tightly. "You heard right, our baby just said his/her first word."

Your eyes are starting to tear up a little. "What was it?" you asked.

Lear released you from the hug and looked deep into your eyes. Smiling proudly he said. "It was Dada."

A/n: This fanfic was inspired by a Hc from pokemon-fluff-and-headcanons. Check out his/her blog if you haven't done it yet. His/her works are truly amazing and super sweet. :3

[mikmikisnotcrack]

BTS as your Overprotective Brothers

Hyung Line || Maknae Line

Pairing: Brother! BTS

Warnings: None

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Kim Namjoon

Namjoon was a very strict brother. He has a designated curfew for every time you went out, he has a list on the fridge and in your room reminding you what you shouldn't do, he prohibits your outings and has to be updated on you 24/7. When he became an idol, you thought that you'd be a little more free since you now have your own apartment and he won't be there to keep an eye on you. You thought wrong. If anything, he got even more strict with you. Every time he's on tour he'd be messaging you non stop. However, you knew Namjoon was only doing his best so that his little sister wouldn't get harmed in any way.

You were currently getting ready to go to a party your college peers had every month. You were dressed in a black see through crop top with rose patches, black high waist shorts, fishnet stockings, high heeled boots and a leather jacket, you know, in case it was cold. Quickly finishing off your makeup with a dark plum lipstick, you grabbed your purse, car keys and headed out to meet your best friend outside your apartment building. However, as soon as you opened your door, your brother was right outside. 'Shit' you thought.

"Oppa! What are you doing here? I thought you were in Bangkok" You asked nervously as he eyed you down "We just got back, and I thought I would check on you in case you were scheming something. By the way you look, I'm guessing that you're going to that party at Min Hyuk's frat house?" He replies.

"Uhhh--" You start "You can't lie to me, (y/n)" He says, cutting you off. "Oppa, please let me go" You beg "This is a one time thing, I promise!"

"Mhm, say that to Nan Hee's instagram story a month ago" He says, showing you his phone where a highlight thread from last month's party was playing. You saw that Nan Hee decided to film the whole thing on her instagram story. Unfortunately, a bunch of those included you playing drinking games with some other girls in the party. 'Im going to kill you Nan Hee!' You thought.

You looked down, your hands fiddling together. You were sure that you'll be dead. Namjoon didn't like you going around partying, especially Min Hyuk's party. "You've been sneaking around while I was on tour, weren't you?" He says sternly, entering your apartment. You placed your purse on the coffee table as you sat down, suddenly finding the floor more interesting than your brother's face.

"Oppa... You wouldn't even let me out to go to the cafe without asking Jimin or Jungkook to go with me." You say, finding it extremely difficult to state your reason for sneaking out. "If I told you that I was invited to Min Hyuk's party, you wouldn't let me.."

You heard him sigh as he kneeled down. "I would've allowed you if you just asked." He says. You met his eyes, surprise written all over your face. "I've done more crazy shit than you ever would, believe me. You have no idea how much dad scolded me as a kid" He says with a little chuckle. "Now stand up, you got all tarted up just to go to that party, I'll drive you. But get home by 10:30, okay?"

You smiled as you both stood up. On the way to the elevator, you realized something "Wait, what does tarted up mean?" You ask. His eyes widened a little bit, disbelief written on his face "You play beer pong and do body shots and you don't know what that means?!"

"Uhhh maybe?"

"It means slutty. Dressed slut- you know what, nevermind."

Kim Seokjin

Your female friends always complained on how they wanted an older brother rather than an older sister. Apparently older sisters were sinister, bossy and more. You, however, think they're fucking insane for wanting a brother over a sister. If having one brother was annoying enough, you best believe having two would be worse. Seokjin constantly bossed you around, and since he was closer to your age, he was the one that monitored your outings and such. Seok Jung was the one that you had to ask for permission every time you do such outings. You can succeed in bribing Seokjin, but you're gonna have a hard time with Seok Jung.

"JIIIINNNN!!!!" You whined, clinging onto your brother's back. Your friends were planning a trip to Palawan for a week and invited you to join them. You managed to convince your eldest brother, so now you just had to convince Seokjin to allow you. Which is why you decided to barge into their dorm during their rest week.

"Excuse me? Jin? Do you have any respect for your oppa" he says, trying to walk back to the living room, but he couldn't due to his annoying little sister clinging onto his back. "What do you want (y/n)?"

"(Y/N)'S HERE?" You hear the distinct voices of the maknaes coming from different parts of the house "NO SHE ISN'T!" Seokjin shouted back as he finally got back to the living room where Yoongi, Namjoon and Hoseok were sitting. "Hong Joo invited me-" "No" He says, cutting you off.

"BUT OPPAAA" You whine, tightening your grip on his torso, making him wheeze a little. "(y/n) you are twenty five years old, stop acting like a child!" He scolds, trying to shake you off. "Yah, Hyung quiet down, I can't concentrate" Yoongi says, button mashing on a controller.

"Then stop treating me like a child!" You say, getting back on the ground. Seokjin sighed, turning around "Fine, what do you want?" He asks. "Hong Joo asked me to go with her and our friends to Palawan. I already asked Seok Jung oppa and he said sure, ask Seokjin" You explain.

"Palawan?! Isn't that a little too far? And who are you going with?" He asks

"Yeah, Busan is also too far away" He glares at your sarcasm, making you laugh nervously "Anyways, the people who're going are Hong Joo, Woo Tak, Hee Min, Seung Won, So Yoon, Cho Hee, Dae Gu and Jaechan"

"JAE CHAN?!" He exclaims "Nope, you aren't coming and that's confirmed. Why are there so many guys?!"

"Oppa, chill, I'm staying in a room with Cho Hee! And hello, he's happily dating Hong Joo for crying out loud!"

"Alright, fine. You can go. But if I hear any funny business happening, you are never getting out of Hyung and I's sight okay?"

Min Yoongi

"Oppa, can you answer the door please?" You yell from your room, making Yoongi sigh as he got up from his comfortable position on the couch. He recently went home to Daegu so he can spend time witj his family, so here he was. According to his mom, there was a visitor coming. He constantly asked around the household on who was coming, but no one answered him. For christ sake he even phoned Jun Ki but he didn't give any reasonable answer on who was this guest and why was his family making a big deal about it. They were all fussing around the house... what for?

Yoongi opened the door and came face to face with a boy he knew all too well "Jaeyoung" He says bitterly. Jung Jaeyoung was a trainee at the company, and in all honesty, he hated his guts. Yoongi could practically smell the fuckboy on him. And not only that, he was that trainee that bossed around his younger trainees and messed around eith the stylists. God knows how the hell he still gets away with his shit. "Hyung! Hi! Uhh... Why are you here?" He asks "I could say the same thing for you" Yoongi replies.

"Um... I'm here for my girlf--" "Byee~" Yoongi says, cutting him off. He already knew what this kid was going to say and immediately slammed the door in his face. "Who was at the door oppa?" You asked, scaring him a little as he failed to notice that you had gone down "Oh, just some people asking for donations for the church" He says. The doorbell rang again and before he could stop you, you had already yanked the door open.

"Jaeyoung!" You exclaimas you hugged him. Yoongi looked at the two of you, disgust evident in his face as he stepped back inside. "Eomma, Appa, my boyfriend is here!" You exclaimed, your parents immediately running out of the kitchen to meet the boy you keep talking about. Yoongi stiffled a laugh as he noticed his mom's smile drop for a split second. She can sense the fuckboy in him too.

Dinner soon started, everyone was dressed nicely, except Yoongi who was in a hoodie and sweats as they ate. Jaeyoung kept talking about himself and you just stared at him with those heart eyes, completely neglecting the fact that he was only talking about him. Yoongi glared daggers at him as he ate, but was soon snapped out when he recieved a text message. At the corner of his eyes, Yoongi saw his mom put down her phone and shot him that stare. He unlocked his phone and almost laughed at his mom's message for him.

'Please shut him up, I can't stand the sound of his voice.'

The night progressed and his words were tiring almost everyone, and at this point the whole family except you was trash talking Jaeyoung in the 'Min Family (minus maknae) GC'. Hell, even Jun Ki was bashing on him. What the hell did you even see in him?! Enough was enough when he slowly started complaining about how you were as a girlfriend, and Yoongi could tell that you were slowly getting affected by it. "Okay, Jaeyoung, Im gonna be straight forward right now, please shut the fuck up." Yoongi says, cutting off the boy and surprising you.

"Excuse me?" Jaeyoung says, obviously offended "Yeah, you heard me. Shut the fuck up." Yoongi replies "O-Oppa!" You stutter. You were not gonna deal with a fight right now. "Not right now (y/n), we'll talk later, okay?" He says, flashing you his gummy smile then turning back to your shit boyfriend with the most intense glare you've seen him do.

"No offense, but please get your head out of your ass, it's not a hat. You are in our household and all you did was talk about yourself as if you were some God, in which you are not. We have tolerated your shit for about two hours now, despite your voice is like nails on a chalkboard." Yoongi starts as he stood up from his chair and started walking towards Jaeyoung

"If your attitude wasn't enough, you decided to shit talk my sister right in front if her and her family. Have you got no shame? Oh right, you don't because everything about you is already shameful." Yoongi grabs the back of his chair, yanks it out and pulls him by the collar towards the door "My sister is an amazing person and she doesn't need you in her life you walking piece of trash. I am breaking you two up. Please never come back to her and get your stuff from Big Hit because you are also no longer a trainee. Goodbyee~" And with that as a finishing statement, Yoongi opened the door and shoved him outside, dusting off his hands before closing the door and locking it.

He turned around and was engulfed in a hug by his little sister, making him smile as he patted you on the back "Thanks oppa" You say "Hey, don't sweat it, oppa always has your back."

Jung Hoseok

Hoseok stared at you from the car. Jiwoo had told him to pick you up since she was busy, so he borrowed her car and went to pick you up at your school. His eyes narrowed as he saw a boy walk up to you with a box and a bouquet of flowers. He watched as you smiled, bowed and took the gifts. He rolled his eyes as he drove over to the parking lot and honked the horn, making your eyes snap from the guy's face and to the car. You bid your goodbyes, thanked him for the flowers and gift and entered the car. "Hey un-- oh! Oppa, I thought you were on tour with the others" You say, not expecting Hoseok to be the one picking you up

"Nice to see you too (y/n), Noona's busy so she told me to pick you up instead" He says,making you hum in response. He looked at you from the mirror and saw that you had opened the box and inside was a compliment jar. He silently scoffed as he stopped at a stoplight. "So, who was that boy earlier?" He asks, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. Your eyes widened, realizing that your brother had seen the exchange between you and Tae Kwon, a guy who has been courting you for the past three months.

"Um.. A guy from our class, why?" You ask, smiling nervously at your brother. "Mhm, and why'd he give you those? Seems cliche" He replies

"He's been courting me for the past three months..." You say, knowing that you can't even attempt to lie to your brother.

He stepped on the gas pedal as the light turned green. "Does noona know about him?" He asks.

"Well, yeah. He's been sending flowers and food at home. And when unnie doesn't pick me up he's the one who accompanies me so..."

"I see. Well, either way please kindly reject him. He seems like a nice guy and all, but you're still too young to get into the dating game, ok?" He says with a smile as he looked at you from the rear view mirror "It's not that I don't like him, It's more of I don't want you getting your heart broken at an early age. Take it from someone who's been dumped for a better man. I promise you, you don't need love to be happy in your life. Sure, it's reassuring to know that someone loves you, but sometimes It doesn't go well. Prioritize your studies first instead of love, okay? But even then, if you choose to get in the dating game I won't stop you. It's your life and I, as well as mom, dad and Jiwoo noona, is only here to guide and ensure that you won't end up in regretful situations."

You smiled at your brother as you leaned forward "Thanks oppa" You say as you kissed his cheek and laid back down at the back.

"Yah! Put your legs down, people outside could probably see your underwear!"

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Requests are open guys!! Also to the youngins out there, pls take Hoseok's word of advice seriously 👌

[queenscharacters]

"What are you smiling at?" Lemon to Caleb (she is automatically smiling now too)

If he hasn't been anticipating a text from either Mr. or Mrs. Carlisle, Caleb's phone would've been tucked away and ignored until he was done hanging out witj his best friend. He was big on living in the moment. The way he looked at it: if he was lucky enough to have time to himself with a friend as amazing as Lemon, he should give her his utmost attention. After all, he would've killed to have just a fraction of this time with her growing up.

However, he'd spoken to Sunday's parents earlier and had asked them if he could do some extra work around the house so he could have season tickets to their daughter's play. If Caleb could make it work (and he was trying to), he'd see her show every night. He didn't have anything better to do and, even if others thought he might've, he knew that nothing would top seeing the girl he loved doing the thing she loved.

Mrs. Carlisle, with the warmest, most sincere smile said that she just had to talk to her husband, but he shouldn't hold his breath...and, stupidly, Caleb still had. Every 20 minutes that passed without him hearing an update had him more worried. Maybe the Carlisle's had talked things over and decided that he wasn't the right fit for their daughter. Maybe they were taking so long to reach out to him because they were figuring out how to let him down gently...

And then he got a text. Well, better, he got triple texted. Emily Carlisle didn't just send him tickets to prime seating for the showing in 2 hours, she promised him she would daily! And she wished him luck, with both the kissy face and heart emoji!

"I'm gonna see Sunday later." Caleb finally mused, still grinning dumbly at the screen of his phone. He lifted his gaze to meet his friend's, but his eyes still felt heavy. "Please, tell me if I'm making a complete ass of myself, Lem..."

He sucked in a deep breath, trying to keep his nerves steady. "I just can't stop thinking about her...seeing her perform was easily the coolest thing I've ever seen." He admitted, trying to keep his voice steady, even. He smiled at her shyly. "I'm gonna keep seeing her show until she asks me to stop." He blushed. "Seriously, Lemon, the chokehold this girl has on me...I'm kinda obsessed with her."

[jobone123]

We can begin to hear the conformed ideology of too old teens that were beaten out of life vs gave up SAT TECH CANT LISTEN TO THESE DEAD CHILDREN OF SUNRISE so he DATABREACHED near by houses CAN U WATCH OVER MY KIDS ISH

It’s a funeral home this sunrise of kids that are just ready to die

These kids will learn that violence will always be their destiny n eventually no matter how much THEY AGREE WILL MEET A VIOLENT DEATH inevitable

Ima kill every black persons in this city

The databreach brain surgery is a we can’t we are accidents A SLOW FUNERAL SONG the databreach brain surgery is using these TORTURED SOUL KIDS databreach into your house to try n help brain wash your family WHISTLE BLOWER screams angrily over a satellite databreach into my ears when I have new evidence these useless children fear to except LIFELESS

I cant feel bad anymore because these kids are actually doing more bad then good

It would seem dEads findings that the boys n girls paying the bill s ARE THE ONLY LIFE in this world caused a GENECIDE REVENGE JEALOUSY of I don’t need the boy only the girls YIKES but what if that little girl was black I REST MY CASE

Sunrise Miami Florida is an accident

So now we’re faced with a girl that does more damage then the boy SHE IS THE BIGGEST JERK OFF LOSER an accidental kids pairing DEAD SON N DAUGHTER

I always joke with sunrise you people should databreach another state BUT THE COWARD KNOWS HIS PLACE figures databreaching land lock sunrise maybe his only ALLOWED power DONT WANT TO PUSH OUR LUCK lmao

On tour I visited shut down Sunrises n abandoned forts BECAUSE THIS One SPECIFIC REASON too many entitled brown eye crackers traveling amongst sunrises via international satellite ITS REALLY NOT FAIR FOR A LAND LOCK SUNRISE BIRTHRIGHT SAT TECH to have access to a yacht club boat yard

Sunrise Florida is an accident

Found rusha

Did you know everyday trump gives a press briefing ALL 400 lbs of cracker rapist DICTATORSHIP IN THE MAKING ive seen this movie before where our president starts to think he actually matters n starts making hats n shirts n coffee mugs with his face on them

The news reporters all shaking to almost live READ OFF MONITOR news reporting AFRAID THEY WILL SAY SOMETHING INTERESTING ABOUT ONE OF THE OLD WHITE MEN and will be raped n murdered

Sat has in fact ruined our T. V. like my tour I know murdered the trade war AFTER ALL THE UNION QUIT N I MURDERED A LATIN N LATINA COUPLE but my evidence is locked away in some tower BECAUSE MIRROR JEALOUSY our sat tech never left N MY FREE TRIPS FOR HIS DEAD DAUGHTER MAKES HIM ANGRY although he was happy when we killed one of his wives ITS WAS THE MONEY N FAME that had his international sat team BREAK MY HEAD PHONES N HIDE SWEATY BLOOD into an expansion brain surgery AKA WHO DO YOU THINK YOUR FOOLING I can’t look sexy in front of his daughter even though she has to work on my union DOWNTOWN SUNRISE IS AN ACCIDENT

If we weren’t lead by a brown eye cracker family things could of been different BLACK MAN N BLONDE MAN THEORY if mom wouldn’t of committed suicide n stayed around things could of been different ANYWAYS THE BLONDES PLACED BROWN EYE CRACKERS WITJ A QUID PRO CO threatened to not show up to any more of my free trips ADD BLONDES HAVE THERE OWN NIGGERS add brown eye crackers we’re mad but had more dead daughter free trips to make so have in to the demands AKA THAT WALT DISNEY TRIPS she n he will always remember DeAD is the greatest

To think I had to be blinded for fifteen years so this BROWN eye cracker family dillusions of BEING IN CHARGE to play ruler ADD TO FOLLOW ME AROUND N STEAL MY NETWORK CONNECTIONS later bow n coward down in front of a black man n blonde man I WAS BORN BLONDE QUID PRO COed this regimen n turns out I never needed land lock but Florida did SUNRISE FLORIDA IS AN ACCIDENT

One plane vs one boat theory TURNS OUT SOME LAND LOCK CITYS DINT EVEN HAVE A GREYHOUND yikes n ouch JUST A STAY AT HOME SAT TECH TEAM that uses kids for network connections ADD THREATENS FAMILIES OF STATES that sent there union kids there as sacrifices n offerings in the first place

What has really happened to America is FAKE POWER has fooled the entire world N SLEEPING BABIES OF DOWNTOWN HAS REACHED AN ALL TIME HIGH like saving bodies to have because life as growing up took too long AFTER THE TWENTY YEAR OLD he NEEDED ANOTHER SIXTEEN YEAR OLD ASAP but couldn’t wait sixteen years DOWNTOWN IS AN ACCIDENT

Fake power ONE PLANE international satellite AN AGREEMENT OF MEN THROUGHOUT THE STATES all that made LIFELESS AS TO FAKEPOWER they would only look at life n power IGNORE LESS N FAKE

Mans world keep it

I’m not even supposed to be here but due to my contract with Jayson n fame resources of sunrise to hold against land lock SO WE CAN FLY AIRPLANES OVER RESIDENTIAL DEAD DAUGHTER for cooler points MY CITY IS AWESOME I do not feel bad about killing land lock WHOOPS it wasn’t him it was his big mouth threatening satisfied people ready to die BECAUSE THEY KNEW LIFE WAS OVER N THEVE DONE EVERY EVERY DAY FOR THE LAST SIXTEEN YEARS of threatening other city’s via satellite that had their son killed n put out of BUISNESS but places like desperate Florida kept these places in BUISNESS as a tool of anywhere you go I KNOW PEOPLE THAT WILL KILL U FOR ME a enforcer n Ali that is needed to have someone killed if they ever left Florida ANYWAYS SUNRISE IS AN ACCIDENT

[burathotskyyyy]

First off girl we need you to smack some of these guys on the outside of the head. You are a mother fucking queen who is fucking cool as fuck. Ugh some of these white man need a hard slap on the head and need some knowledge in them. Amen to you sista! Also FINALLY more fucking people find something sus with Auston dad he’s always giving me the weirdest vibes and after hearing that he’s not that great of a person I’m glad people are seeing he’s such a sus kind of guy who rubs the wrong way

I’d be the wrong person to that tbh. Even though we are both Latino AND share the same birthday, we are too different to coincide with each other. I was raised to never tolerate disrespect and I’m always wary about putting myself into a situation where I have to deal with volatile people. I have a temper and zero filler sometimes. Auston seems so cocky, volatile when he is not being handed everything and getting his way, he does not respect women (and I’m not talking about family, he really loves his family and would do anything for them), he gives off this impression that he wishes he were like his other friends (White; entitled; douchebags, etc). There’s good things about him, like he works hard and he loves his family. But that can only cover your ass for so much.

As for his dad, I just need that man to shut his mouth and allow Auston to receive the repercussions for any consequences he will face. HE IS AN ADULT. We all learn from our mistakes and if he keeps being spoon fed and skirting around this, he will never learn. The next person he fucks witj, sober or drunk, he won’t be as lucky to be let off so easily. Thanks for coming to my TED talk!!

[creatio-exnihilo-blog]

August 19th 2017: Dream 1 (I think this was actually my second dream but I didnt remember the first one until later) I was in Japan working. It felt so normal though, I had been there for weeks already and decided to do some shopping since I hadn't done any yet! I took my friends with me. I was kind of annoyed because everything in Japan felt the same. I went into a clothing store, they had really cutesie kawaii stuff like little pink polka dot gumboots and little cat paw gloves. I then went to the food market, and it was beautiful. They had so much sushi and obviously other Japanese food too. But I knew what I was there for. I saw it. Ramen. I ran over to the ramen stall and then realized I didn't speak Japanese. I was starting to worry but then I remembered I could just say "Ramen!", so I did. He asked me how many pieces of pork I wanted and I help up 1 finger. "Ichi! Ichi!" I said. I leaned over to my friend, and asked him if he could pay since I didn't have any cash on me. I woke up from my dream, but I was still dreaming. I told my "friends" in Japan about my dream, and how in it I was disappointed in the size of it. "But I know I will love it so much!!  Coming from a small flat town like C, it'll be fucking insane!" Dream 2: Details are vague but I remember people having super powers of some kind. And having to sit on huge blankets, I think separating young from old, as they were going to watch movies? I remember the young kids one was a dinosaur cartoon, like Land Before Time but it was named something else. I remember watching some girls fighting, like super bitchy high school girl fighting, and I was above them on some balcony type thing trying to film with my phone. A girl that was involved in the fight came up and asked me for one of the boxes behind me, presumably to throw at the girl using super powers?? I said "Okay but please don't get me involved in this!!" In another part of the dream this girl was showing me this glass thing she had filled witj water or resin.. inside were real tarantula legs posed to make shapes, and the air bubbles formed necklace type things. It was super cool and the girl showing me seemed pretty proud of it. Then another girl walked over and said "Hey! That's mine!". And it was. The girl I was just talking to then just threw it as far as she could, and I watched it shatter, glass going everywhere. I held my hand out and so did the girl who threw it. The broken glass levitated and she moved it out of the way. I looked at her, and realized she was the one that made the glass levitate, not me. Because what was my power? I could expand and shrink parts of my body... I said to her that I thought I was the one doing the levitating, not her, and I put ny hand out again pretending to be Darth Vader.  

[ohwhatlovelyeyesyouhave]

Timeloop.

I go through this thing when I'm high and I can find a way to loop every sentence and eventually come to loop. It's cause it goes on for time. Anyways my body fizzles and feels like a tingle or a twitch when I have a new thought cause it's a new thought and I've pinpointed it to senses and the systems in the body and I think because I'm more aware it might be an intense feeling of niceness or boy it's nice to here that someone's getting the same feeling like do peopl deal with being high the same way or!? Like if you're all chill so you feel connected almost as if touching like the warmth of a hug and my senses are kicking in like I feel the senses are heightened but dulled so I can't feel myself moving but my body doesn't move you're all enjoying something and someone will say something and you laugh and it feels like you're all close and deja vu is that how you spell is like I sorta feel like it's a closeness because you all laugh and like I love going through old songs when I'm high and sharing with everyone how you remember jamming to them in your room with the radio on full blast. Do people still listen to radios Like to chance a sincerely share a moment together like in the car you all bond over it or talk about things and bong I am feeling good I love this feeling it feels nice A rush of cold what does that mean? It's a different feeling so am I getting paranoid? Paranoid if I'm like sinsejng you're ruining the. I've witj your texting *laugh track* biro Yong into the Jesus I don't even know wat I said stages of remembering if I was with it typing or how long it had been time thaths the time part of the time loop. The loop is the constant feeling like my legs will shake and it's a nice tingle and like I'll enjoy it because I'm relaxed and then I'll forget and the twinge comes and it's cause I've thought deva by like everyone I've remembered I've ohh I've moved me leg and I don't like it but have I left it too long to move it without it being a big deal. Like. I swear in my head it makes sense like is this why people find what peaople say funny so you all laugh together and feel like a community. Like a cuddle kris just said cuddle and something about so the boy I've come to the conclusion is my soulmate cause I think of things and he seems to be the centre of my world or something cause I'm coming to terms after blowing him off after declaring my love for him and it's just been a while since we've chilled and been fine together and it's nice vagina and do you remember when boys bands seems to mean more of your world when you're younger like you sense you're texting a lot is that making other people do I think of other people too much am I not comfort able well I've got cramp but I'm not psychologically hurting I'm mentally hurting like it's in my body but I feel like it's my mind telling me that I feel like inner peace or if ya cause I feel to unreligiois to do this sin or some shit like does having gone to chiral house a few years of my like life like it's nice to remember you're life before hand and like coming up with what a think is a new theory and then like if I drew it would look like a spiral so I'm using all my senses and everything feels fine so it is like I'm comfortable and the twitch is a cause I've had a twitch and so a thought is connected to a body part and you do another action to a thought and so were listening to old ass songs from our childhood and like you all have a collective moment and so you're collectively collective am I as observentvon what I'm doing or is matt back like will I lose this vibe I feel cool cause I feel like I'm getting a breeze and I wasn't before and I'm uncomfortable so it's like being in a mattress and I m falling into an abyss but then I'm not but then I am and it's this like an adrenaline high that people get with like sky diving and that high ass rock jumping doing over a MOMENT WITH THE GROUP FEELING LOCED AM I WATMING oops when did I put capitals on omg imagine if y'all had to read this Okay so the time loop has never been written right now but I like doing stuff when I'm and I've never had to thought about think about correcting oneself cause like a higher being doesn't want me to do that action like a school teacher and is this obedience because of social construction I've not had a lot of pantheon so it just aitucoreevied and am I relying on that to make sense half the time no plus like okay so neaorvessbess of liking or relying on things and am I saying we all need to rely on each other or do we all need to be connected and I'm eating now and I'm senseing it with another feeling another sense so am I aware of my senses text off my mum did the vibrations come up or like was music from different cultures or different ages like they'd be weird at one point like nostalgic but the tone of musics change like is it weird to try and apply myself in a different body to feel connected in a way to have everyone feels and maybe because I wanna do like job wise I wanna do therapy cause people being happy makes me happy but that that means that I've grown up with well I just want people to experience happyjnee and am I sharing this because I'm happy like will a long ass post and it's just a load of babbling but I think that's like a da e cause you're having an internal like group meeting with a side of you and they have an idea as well and did I just get like a thought and feel like I have to express the thought and that's my inner voice droning on but a way to deal with I like okay so somes left the room to piss and did I get a throb in my vagina cause I'm thinking of them what pissing on you yeah but am I lie detector and they're the y tell a lie and your led twitches and omg so am I experiencing and are people having that good of a time they say something and you notice a heaviness and you type faster and it's like I'm running from something but I don't wanna say it and is it because I'm gonna be cold in a minute someone's in a daze or just a fixation like do I fixate on things and do I give a shit about sharing all this kinda y'all like what the fuck em you're a butter butter 😂😂 oh I have the sandwich over there am I like every interaction in I don't know can I experience more things by questioning myself like I'm just sat here not moving but I wanna touch everything and e Perone with it with all my senses or just one or two senses how weird would that be like senses working together is idk even know what I'm on about 😩😩😩😩😩 emoji time is there really a don't know if I like being this comfortable with the guys I love trekking keyboard just spazzed and like cultures are pretty like the way people connect in. A group or town and all know a thing about everything but know in a thing we've all just dances to uptown girls and I'm going in spirals so maybe it's more of a conversation with myself which ends up looping at some point and the feel off deja view but sensing writing in it and thinking mams I'm hosting my brain and body and everything's connected and