#m just gonna shove her into our friend group next year >:D

[prestonmonterey]

i am weak to silly catboys

i never wanna see a brick again TwT

(i prommy itll actually look good once i shade it)

wait that's so gorgeous i--

(wait did you... did you draw in each individual brick... that takes dedication)

[dorkylittleweirdo]

the lesbian himbo solidarity post

okay so. basically this dude named max was in my anatomy class and we sat next to each other for the whole year so we had No Choice but to vibe

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so he’s a Large football jock and i’m smol. we were both seniors tho and there were only three seniors in that class so we bonded over that. so he looks,, really scary tbh. like. ya know. the Exact type of person who would bully you and call you slurs. so i was like “oh god oh god oh god” every class bc i was like “this is it, this is the day i Die by his hand”

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the first time we really vibed was when i came from culinary one friday bc i had culinary right before anatomy. and i had Cookies. a lot of them. and i had them in a little brown paper bag sitting right in the corner of my desk just bc like why not. cue max rolling up to class, throwing his stuff down and coming up Right Next To Me and Intensely eyeing the bag before going “hey jc, whatcha got there”. and i went “...cookies from my culinary class” and he just “👀👀” so i go “do you,, do you want one?”.  g r a b s  the bag while yelling “HELL YEAH” and really excitedly just eats a cookie and i just go “you can,, you can just take the bag if you want”. he obviously took the bag. we were Bros from that day on

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i was Notorious for being the Class Nerd bc i loved anatomy and i had over 100% in the class. he was Not as into anatomy and just wanted to vibe and i feel that bc i had a class like that too, so i just gave him my notes and warm up answers to copy bc i’m Like That. we had like,, a system in place, so he would tell jokes or just say random shit and i’d kinda laugh and vibe while taking notes

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one time i was kinda tired and staring off into space and he rolled up to class and goes “jcccc why are you saaaad :((” and i was like “i,, i’m not???” and he was like super confident that i was Going Through It and was like “you can’t lie to me, i already saw that sad face” i’m like “you mean my Normal Face???”. but so while i was taking notes that day, he leaned over and drew a lil happy face on my packet, so i looked over and smiled at him. aND NOT EVEN A MINUTE LATER, he leans back over and turns it into a dick. and i go “b r o  i gotta turn this shit in i’m gonna get in trouble?????” and he Panicked on my behalf, Stood Up in his seat,  Y E L L S  to the teacher “SIR, I DREW A  M A L E  G E N I T A L I A  ON JC’S NOTES, IT’S NOT HER FAULT”. teacher just Looks over at us, blinks, goes back to his lecture. my face is Red, max turns to me,  w i n k s, and goes “i gochu”

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so my group Abandoned Me one day for a lab bc neither of them were there and i rolled up to the teacher like “k i’ll be Stabbing A Brain alone today” and my teacher’s like “but??? you need to Poke A Brain With A Group” and i go “but i have None Friends and my group mates aren’t here”. so max heard this whole interaction go down and is like “jc i Cannot Believe, you’re gonna group with us”. drags me over to some other people who sit near us that i anxiously vibe with, who had apparently been struggling to stab the labels into the brain for like seven minutes before i rolled up. max goes “okay guys jc’s in our group”. everyone’s hype. i labeled it, filled out the sheet, let everyone copy it, and all of us vibed for like half an hour

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he was struggling to label to bones in the body for our warm up. two minutes in he goes “damn i know like,, four of these. jc how many do you know”, looks over at my worksheet, his eyes pop out of his damn skull. “JC ARE YOU FUCKIN SERIOUS”. holds up my worksheet that’s completely filled out, points aggressively at it while looking at our teacher, “ARE YOU SEEIN THIS SHIT???”

~

straight up asked if i was a mom one time bc he said i give off “mom vibes”. his response to me not wanting kids was “really??? i want like six”. appreciated me saying “oh, well i want a career” a little too much bc he couldn’t stop laughing

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a regular occurrence was me finishing a worksheet really fast and standing to turn it in, then max going “sit your ass back down, i needa see that” followed by “bro i appreciate you actually letting me copy your shit but Please write neater”. his handwriting was worse than mine and he could read my writing but he likes to Complain

~

another Regular Occurrence was me finishing a test in about five minutes followed by him yelling “JC ARE YOU  F U C K I N G  KIDDING ME”

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i’d bring food from culinary a lot and he’d just go “👀” and i would just give it to him and he’d be so excited and go “jc you’re the best” while proceeding to shove a cupcake down his face or whatever else it was i brought while  M O A N I N G

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he asked me one time why i’m so nervous around him, and he was probably expecting me to say some shit like “oh nooo i’m not i’m just Shy tm” but i Instantly responded with “bc you look like you’re gonna call me a slur in the 7/11″ and he was so genuinely upset and he goes “noooo jc D: i’m not a baseball boy” and i Died

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some dude smacked him on the back of his head and he goes “OW MY-” looks at me, “hey jc, what’s the back of the head called again?” and i go “the occipital” and he’s like “great, thanks”, turns around again to the other dude, “MY  O C C I P I T A L”

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“jc have you ever been depressed” “max i have depression” “sick, you should listen to this band”

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he slowly tried to put something on my desk and i was still adjusting to “okay not everyone is gonna hit me” and thought he was trying to do like a fistbump or something. and he goes “oh no i wasn’t-” and i’m like “oKaY yEaH iT’S fiNe”, he puts whatever lil eraser on my desk then goes “NO NO, GIVE ME SOME JC” and fistbumped me but it still Haunts Me bc he Was Not Trying To Do That

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“i’m gonna go as a cop for halloween” “...okay max” “all i have to do is wear a wifebeater shirt” “i-” “because. because ya know. cops beat their wives”

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asked what kind of music i listen to once, and i went “uh,, it depends” he goes “what are you listening to now??” aND I HAD TO GO “um,, bruises and bitemarks” and he screeched bc whatever he was expecting from the shy quiet girl who sits next to him, it was Not That

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so i wasn’t sure how to like,, come out but i have a bunch of gay pins on my backpack so i didn’t know if he knew or not. but then one time he just starts asking the people around him if they would kiss/date someone of the same gender. so i go “i mean,, yeah” and he goes “wait really” and i was Scared tm bc oh god here it comes. i go “yeah” he goes “full gay or like bi” and i was like “full,, full gay. i’m a lesbian” and he’s like “BROOOO THAT’S SICK :D” and he was so genuinely excited that i like girls

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ever since he found out that i’m a lesbian, he would move his desk reeeeaaally close to mine to show me pictures of girls and be like “hey hey what do you think of her”, trying to invite me to parties so he could set me up with someone, attempting to be my wingman

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he constantly shoved one of his earbuds into my ear so i could bop to his music with him. set his phone on my desk a few times so i could choose something and i go “oh no, i have garbage taste in music” and he goes “well i don’t, that’s why you’re choosing from my playlist” and i just Sat there like “wow okay but also that’s valid”. he shockingly had a few songs on there that i listen to, so we vibed to those. he listened to my playlists a couple times and he’d be like “most of these are either depressing, horny, or gay, and that sums you up pretty well” and i was Offended but he’s right

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“hey jc, what’s the bone that sounds like my name” “...maxilla???” “fuck yeah, there’s a bone named after me”

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asked me if i ever had a girlfriend before and i was like “n o  :((((” and he’s like “on god bro, you gonna get you some pussy”

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every time he’d see me out of class, he point at me and wave really aggressively and be like “HI JC :D” and i’d kinda wave back really shyly while watching him tell whoever he was with that we were bros. after a couple times, i asked him next class why he waved at me and he’s like “why wouldn’t i??” and i go “um. bc you’re pretty popular and well liked and nobody knows i exist and i’m pretty uncool????” and he deadass is like “J C  NOO YOU’RE REALLY COOL WYM PEOPLE LIKE YOU” and that’s how i found out that people actually knew me bc a bunch of the football guys i talked to in anatomy would point me out when they saw me bc they liked vibing with me so that was A Time. made sense why random people would like,, nod at me while walking by

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i brought cookies for my teachers and friends on valentine’s day and i gave max a couple and i was like “hey i’m giving these to all my friends so like here” and he just “jc you consider us friends???” and i thought he was gonna laugh at me and i just went “ah,,, yeah” and he was So Excited

[leechanluvbot]

Make A Splash! | Boo Seungkwan

Maybe nearly drowning in the wave pool at Typhoon Lagoon wasn’t the highlight of your day, but finally talking to the cute lifeguard on duty sure was.

Part 1/13 of the Disney w/ SVT series! | masterlist here 

Genre: fluff, mini bit of angst, non idol!SVT, Seungkwan x reader 

Warnings: swearing, mentions of drowning and mini panic attack 

Recommended song: Candle Light - NCT Dream

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Summer in Florida was especially hot this year

You and your friends were dying for a day off of this sweltering temperature 

So your close friend, Jennie, came up with a plan to beat this heat for one day at your house

“I’m so boredddd” Jiyho groaned, throwing her phone somewhere behind her

Your barely glanced up from your book that you were reading

“Go eat a popsicle or something then” you mumbled

“Boooo I don’t like your tone,” Jiyho yelled back

“I wanna do something fun for once! Like there gotta be something we can do” 

“Idea!” Jennie said sitting up quickly from your bed she was sitting on

“Lets go to the waterpark!” 

“Oh my gOD I haven’t been in years, y/n can we go??” 

You looked between the two rowdy girls, contemplating this idea 

I mean, what was there to loose? You loved the water and going to a waterpark genuinely sounded fun

Except for the fact you were not a strong swimmer 

You figured you would still go to swim, but nothing too crazy 

You threw your book down and stood up

“Fuck it, lets go” 

 An hour later, you and ur girlies drove over to the closest waterpark

Typhoon Lagoon 

“I haven’t been in years!” Jiyho said as you passed through the gates

“I wonder whats changed.”

Leaning back in the front seat, you also wondered the same thing

After spending a shit ton of money JUST TO GET IN i’m big mad about the one day pass like tf

Y’all found seats near the water to sunbathe 🤩🤩

Laying out your stuff, you just happened to look up for a second

And thought you had had developed sun stroke and went to heaven

Cause w h o was that fine ass angel in the lifeguard tower??

And apparently you said this out loud cause your friends immediately whipped their heads to check him out 

“He is cute” Jiyho whispered “Do you think he’s available?”she questioned, to which Jennie smacked her 

“Eyy y/n called dibs relaxed” Jennie grumbled

 But you weren’t listening

You were too focused on staring burning holes into that beautiful boy’s back

y/n stop being whipped challenge: failed 

You immediately made a pact with your friends to try and get this cute boy’s attention at all cost today

When he wasn’t busy that is!!! please don’t try to distract a working lifeguard 

Standing up straighter and smiling while sending little glances up at the chair, mission get y/n their man was a go 🤪👊🏼

Meanwhile, Seungkwan was bored™️

There was little to do at Disney, since everything was pretty much baby-proofed

expect for the wave pool, where he was currently stationed 

The amount of dumb tourists that were knocked down by waves and then proceeded to come to him to complain when it is literally called a wave pool was frustrating to say the least

Like he’s supposed to be on duty, what is he supposed to do, fight the pool? headass 🗿

So whlle he was grilling away in the heat, he decided to people watch

his personal talent

And his eyes landed on you and your rowdy friends

Mentally groaning to himself, he sat up straighter to make sure to keep extra watch on your group

It was always the rowdy groups that caused the most trouble 

Trying to not make it so obivous he was babysitting your group from far away, he only took sparring glances at your and your friends

Meaning he missed the signals you sent to him to,,, “flirt” if you can even call it that 

Which was frustrating,, to say the least

So with you growing more and more unconfident in making Kwannie turn, your friends immediately knew what they had to do when they got to the deeper part o the wave pool 

Which was faking you drowning

Sounds kinda desperate but how else were you gonna get his attention?? he’s a working man

Jennie cleared her throat after sending Jiyho a look

“Hey y/n, lets go in deeper!” 

You immediately got nervous with that 

“I don’t know guys,,, its already pretty strong over here, and its barely up to our thighs,,,”

 Jiyho just waved it off “You’ll be fine, you have us to hold you up<” Jiyho started

“And if anything goes wrong, mr cute over there can hold you up ;)))” 

“Y’all better not be planning my funeral” you warned wearly as they dragged you deeper into the water

Jennie + Jiyho: “Don’t worry!! You’ll live”

Watching you being dragged over to the deep end of the pool, Seungkwan started to really focus on you guys

Only to be blocked by Chan who stood in front of him

“Hyung, you can take break now, I got it” the younger boy stated

“Give me a couple more minutes” he muttered, eyes never leaving you and your friends

Chan followed his gaze over to the pool, where you were currently being dragged into shoulder height

“Ah! do you like one of them or something?” Chan said loudly

Seungkwan opened his mouth to say something when he heard a loud shout from the pool

Just as he thought, it was you that went under the waves

He cursed to himself, shoving Chan out of the way 

“Move fathead, I got this” he grunted before sprinting over to the scene 

Chan, ten seconds later: “fATHEAD?? BITCH-” 

Meanwhile during that short talk, you were trying to break free from your friends

“Guy I really don’t feel comfortable anymore, we’re almost over our heads!” you called, but they weren’t listening anymore

Struggling to break free, you coincidentally didn’t see the rather large wave coming towards you and your friends 

“Here we go!” Jennie shouted gleefully, as the wave crashed into the three of you 

Not expecting it, you took in a large gasp of pool water while under there, and were failing after Jennie and Jiyho let go of you

Panicking as if you forgot how to swim, your body completely went into fight or flight mode and you started to flail 

This in turn, made things worse

Just as your boy was about to completely knock out from sheer terror, a strong grip grabbed your arm and yanked you up

Sputtering and thinking it was Jennie you turned to give her a piece of your mind

Instead you found yourself being dragged to the land with a concerned Jennie and a near tears Jiyho behind you, the two apologizing profusely

Putting two and two together you slowly turned to see none other that the cute lifeguard from before,,, shit 🗿

Finally hitting ground where you could stand you gently pried your arm out of his grip

“I-I can stand from here,, but t-thank you for all your help,,,” you said awkwardly

He turned and gave you a hard look 

Expecting him to yell a you, you prepared for the worst

But wasn’t expecting his reaction  “It’s my job” Seungkwan said with a laugh, “Are you in need of any other assistance now that you have my attention?”

This was the opportunity you friends had been waiting on

“Actually yes!!” Jiyho started, briskly walking over to you two

“She’s still a little weak on her feet, could you maybe help her??” 

And guess what 

THE BITCH SHOVED YOU 

SHOVED YOUR WHOLE BODY ON SEUNGKWAN HJDKDF

BRUH IF IT WANS’T BAD ENOUGH-- THE GIRL DON’T QUIT 🗿

Seungkwan, as if he was expecting it, caught your flying body before you knocked the two of you over

“Careful now, you did nearly swallow the whole pool” he joked 

“Watch it” you said gently hitting his arm

As unprofessional as it was, Seungkwan couldn’t help but admit that you were really pretty,,,

He couldn’t really tell from afar and underwater, but damn

Boy was: whipped

SO he was gonna try and milk any time he could have with you 

“Maybe we should have you checked out, just to make sure” he said

“YES! She would love that!” Jihyo blurted, making you turn pink

Smooth Jiyho. 10/10 

“O-oh? Your face is turning red,” Seungkwan said, feigning ignorance. “ I think we should at least give you sunscreen or a some water.” 

So with that said, he took you over to one of the huts selling drinks and bought you one

“Wait-” you started but he raised a hand. 

“No need,” he said with a smile. “After all, it’s my job.”

“At least let me pay you back somehow,,” You said ”I feel bad that you saved me and bought me water.” 

“Just your name with be enough” smooth, Kwan

“It’s y/n” you said, sticking your hand out. “And you? What’s yours? Or should I keep calling you the cute lifeguard that saved my life?” 

Now its Seungkwan’s turned to be flustered uwu

“I’m Seungkwan. But cute lifeguard works too,,,”

After returning to our friends with your water and a comfortable silence between you and Seungkwan, you turned to him

“When’s your next break? Maybe,,, if you want company,, I can chill with you while they go swim?” you questioned bashfully 

“I would love that”

During his short yet sweet break, you guys got to know each other better 

Seungkwan tried to finesse the system and tried to make Chan take his second shift 

“Im helping the poor soul who nearly drowned! D R OW N E D, Chan. I’m in a therapy session right now shut up” 

Chan, not having it: Shut up bitch- IF YOU THINK FOR  A SECOND YOU’RE GETTING OFF FOR CALLING ME FATHEAD 😤 

RIP Seungkwan 

Later, as you were finally leaving the pool, Seungkwan jogged up to you stopped you yet again 

“Wait!” He said, nearly out of great from running from his shift

“I know it’s a little early but, can I get your number?”

*Cue internal screeching*

“S-sure!” And with that the two of you shot each other a quick text so the other would have the number saved

As you sat in the car talking to the two troublemakers up front, your phone dinged once more

Cute lifeguard 😊💞: hey, when can I see you again?

You nearly made Jennie crash the car after the scream you let out LMAOO

And once you told the girls, they screamed too DBDJDB

Texting back quickly you responded with:

You: I’m free Friday night, if you wanted to catch the Disney fireworks?

Cute lifeguard 😊💞: works for me! See you then! 😆

BRO WHO LET BOO SEUNGKWAN BE THIS CUTE

me that’s who 🤪

Putting the phone down and grinning, you couldn’t help but be excited for whatever was next to come with you and Seungkwan

Who knows, maybe this summer will be a memorable one with a boyfriend?? Only time would tell ;))

[bazypitchandsimonsnow]

New Friend

Rating: G

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2309

Summary: Baz Pitch gets dragged to his mum's coworker's kids's birthday party. He doesn't know anyone there. But there's always opportunities to make new friends. Based on "platonic kiss" request.

Read on AO3

AN:  So I had to wrack my brain for a scenario for platonic kiss. This is what I came up with. Pure adorable child friends fluff. Hope you all like it :D

Baz

“Mum, why do I have to wear this?” I groan, pulling at my green plaid button down.

“Because we’re going to a party and you should look nice,” my mother coos from the driver’s seat. She has the nicest voice.

“It’s itchy!”

“That’s because it’s new.”

We get to a red light. She reaches back and pats my knee. My tension eases slightly. “Don’t worry, little puff, there’ll be plenty of kids there. I’m sure you’ll have fun.”

I put my hand over her’s “Thanks, mum.”

We arrive at the park shortly. It’s big and green with lots of shady trees. There’s a wood and metal play structure that surely can’t be safe. Next to the kiddie pool, a picnic table is draped with pink plastic sheet and covered in paper plates and food. A banner above reads “HAPPY 9th BIRTHDAY, AGATHA!”

Mum greets a man and a woman, handing them the perfectly wrapped gift box. They don’t really acknowledge me. Big people tend to ignore small people like me. I look around. There’s lots of kids running, some wearing party hats.

“Baz, sweetie.” I look up at my Mum. “Why don’t you go play, hm?”

I nod. “Okay.”

I walk slowly to the playground. I don’t know anyone here, really. The party is for my mum’s coworker’s daughter. She’s the headmaster at Watford, a fancy private school. (I’m too young to go yet. But I will someday.) There’s a blonde girl scampering around with a “birthday girl” crown. Guess that’s Agatha. She’s going up and down the slide with some of her friends. I just stand awkwardly near the edge. I don’t have a lot of friends, and neither of them are here. Plus I’m not good at making new ones. I shuffle my feet in the dirty, looking at my shoes.

“Hello!”

My head snaps up. The other boy, the source of the cheerful voice, stands right in front of me. He looks about my age. His hair is wild mess of bronze curls topped with a party hat. His tawny skin, along with his white shirt and jeans, are all covered in dirt. That wide grin threatens to split his freckled face in two.

I blink a couple times. “Hi...”

“What’s your name?”

“Um, I’m Baz.”

“I’m Simon. I like your shirt. Wanna play?”

It takes a moment for me to process all that information. Simon keeps standing there with that huge smile.

“Uh, sure.”

“Awesome!”

He grabs my wrist and hauls me forward. He drags me to the sand pit. Simon jumps in with a huge leap, and I step in gingerly behind him. We sit there cross legged. I hope I don’t get too much sand on my pants.

Simon hands me a bucket. “Here, wanna make a castle?”

“Okay.”

We pack wet sand into two yellow pails. He smushes it in, brow furrowed in concentration. I go with the more practical route of using a shovel. Of course, I finish before him.

“You ready?” I ask.

Simon nods vigorously. “On three?”

“One,” we say together, “two, three!”

Our buckets smash into the ground. We both pull them up slowly. The second I’m done, mine crumbles, and I can’t help but pout. Guess my sand wasn’t wet enough. I really wanted to make a tower.

“Hey,” Simon says, putting his dirty hand over mine, “it’s alright. Sand can be a big jerk. Wanna go on the swings?”

He’s still smiling. It’s like looking into the sun. How can one person be so bright and cheery? It’s fascinating.

“Okay,” I reply.

“Yay!”

And he’s off like a shot towards the swings. I trail behind. By the time I get there, Simon is on his stomach, throwing his weight back and forth.

“Look I’m Superman!” He shouts. He extends his body flat and makes whooshing noises. I giggle slightly.

I sit like one is supposed to on a swing. I kick my legs back and forth a bit, tossing up some dust.

“So how do you know Aggie?” Simon asks, now tracing circles in the dirt.

“I don’t,” I say curtly. “My mum just works with her parents. How do you know her?”

“Her family and mine are friends. We’ve known each other since we were babies.”

“Really?”

Simon nods vigorously. “M-hm. Her mum says we’re gonna get married one day. But Penny says I don’t have to marry anyone.”

“Who’s Penny?”

“Hey, Simon, tag!”

Another girl runs up and hits Simon’s shoulder with an amazing amount of force. Her brightly coloured clothes are just filthy as his, wild dark curly hair going everywhere. A pair of glasses slide down her nose until she pushes them back up.

“Ow, Penny!” Simon moans. “We’re not even playing!”

Penny (I must assume) puts her hands on her hips and pouts. “Well you’re definitely playing now cause you’re it!”

She dashes off across the playground. Simon looks at me and sighs. “I guess I’m playing now.”

“So it seems.”

“Wanna play too?”

I can’t remember the last time I played tag. Maybe at Dev’s house a few months ago. I usually read alone at recess when people play it at school. So I just nod. Simon smiles menacingly, and smacks my shoulder.

“Then you’re it!” He runs off giggling.

“Hey! Get back here!”

I jump off the swing. He is very fast. My feet throw up lots of wood chips as I run. We bob and weave through the structure. Down the slide, up the monkey bars, everywhere. But he can’t lose me. I just follow the bronze curls and loud laughter.

“You can’t catch me! You can’t catch me!” Simon taunts, which only fuels me more. I do not like to lose.

I finally get close enough to do what I plan. I launch forward and tackle him to ground. He practically squeals as we fall. My new shirt is going to be filthy from this, but I don’t care. I'm having too much fun. We roll and tumble on the dirty ground. Simon and I laugh and yell far too loudly. He kicks my legs and smashes his fist against my back. He’s scrappy, but I’m strong and stubborn.

“Simon Snow Salisbury what are you doing?!”

We stop to look up. It’s a tall blonde woman. Her hair is curly like Simon’s but much longer. She’s definitely got the same sort of freckles and blue eyes as him. She looms over us, arms crossed and tapping the toe of her sandal.

“We’re playing, Mum,” Simon says with a sheepish smile.

“Well it looks like you’re fighting again. I thought we talked about this. It’s not nice to fight!”

I quickly stand up. “No no, don’t worry Ms. Salisbury, I attacked him first. He was just fighting back.”

Simon stands up too. “And we were just playing! I wasn’t gonna really hurt him.”

Ms. Salisbury’s lips twist, then she sighs. “Very well. As long as it was just fun. And I came here to tell you it’s time for cake.”

Simon gasps and throws his hands in the air. “I love cake!”

She giggles, ruffling his hair. “I know, dearie. Now come along. You too... oh I didn’t catch your name, sweetheart.”

I stick out my hand, like my father has taught me to. “Baz Grimm-Pitch.”

Ms. Salisbury blinks in confusion, then takes my hand. She shakes it delicately. “Hello, Baz. I’m Lucy.” Her eyebrows move together. “Is... your mother Natasha Grimm-Pitch?”

“Uh-huh.”

Lucy grins widely. Simon seems to have inherited that look from her. “Oh lovely! I should’ve known, you look just like her. But it’s been ages since we’ve seen each other. I must talk to her later. Come on now.”

I follow them to the picnic table. All the other kids are sitting down. Penny waves and pats the spot next to her, which Simon takes. I stand awkwardly, unsure what to do. There’s no room anywhere. Simon turns to look at me, expression concerned. He shoves closer to Penny and motions for me to sit. I nod graciously, then sit next to him.

Agatha’s mother brings out a huge pink cake with lots of candles. We sing together. Simon does so very loudly. He’s off key but enthusiastic. Agatha blows out her candles eagerly. Thankfully, the adults get to passing out slices quickly. I really want some cake. I love anything sugary and sweet. My father says my sweet tooth is out of control.

Simon eats with gusto. Pink icing gets all over his face, from nose to chin. I laugh at his messiness.

“Jeez Simon,” Penny sighs, “can you not find your own mouth?”

Simon sticks his tongue. Which is also covered in frosting. I chuckle even more. Simon elbows my side with a half smile.

“So, Baz,” Penny says, “what do you like to do?”

Simon nods. “Yeah what do you do for fun?” He says, mouth still filled with cake.

“Um, I read a lot, I’m learning violin, and I play football.”

“I’ve never been good at football,” Simon sighs. He turns to me wide eyed. “Could you teach me?”

“Sure, some other time. I don’t have a football here now.”

“Awesome! You can come to my house. We can play with my LEGOs!”

“Can I come too?” Penny asks.

Simon nods. “Of course! We gotta ask my mum though.”

“Ask your mum what?”

Lucy seems to manifest behind us. She kisses the top of her son’s head. He looks up at her with that Salisbury grin.

“Can Baz and Penny come over some time? We want to play football and LEGOs.”

“Sure. As long as Mitali and Natasha are okay with it. But you’re actually going to be seeing more of Baz and Penny very soon.”

Simon gasps. “What does that mean?”

“Yeah,” I say, “what do you mean?”

“I mean, that you’re all going to Watford together in a couple years.”

All three of us smile. Simon claps in excitement, bouncing in his seat. I’ve always known that I was going to go to Watford someday and I’ve always been excited, but it’s even better that I’ll know more people there. Especially Simon.

“That’s awesome!” Simon yells. “Is Aggie going too?”

“As far as I know, yes.”

Simon claps again. He turns to Penny. “What if, you and Aggie are roommates,” he turns to me, “and you and I are roommates? Then we could all have someone! And we can be one big group!”

His happiness is infectious. I can’t help but smile. “That’d be awesome.”

“Yeah!”

Simon resumes piling cake in his mouth, and so do I. (It’s very good.) Though we soon stop to discuss our favourite superheroes. I like Batman, but he makes a very strong case for Superman.

The sun is setting by the time Simon and I are in the sandpit again. Our sand castle is perfect. (He taught me a trick to pack the sand better.) Simon drives a stick into the top turret.

“What should we call our fortress?” he asks.

I lean my chin on my fist. “Hm. Sand Fortress?”

Simon shakes his head. “No that’s boring! How about, Dragon Castle?”

“Why dragon?”

He shrugs. “I just like dragons. Don’t you?”

“They’re cool. I like vampires more though. They’re scary!”

“True! Then this,” he gestures to our creation, “is the Dragon-Vampire Castle!”

I practically beam. “Perfect. And we’ll use our magic powers to protect it.” I pick up a stick and swish it around like a wand. Simon picks up his own and clashes it with mine.

“Baz and Simon, wizard protectors!” he shouts.

We start drawing patterns in Dragon-Vampire castle with our wands. That is, until two shadows appear over us.

“Well well,” my mum’s voice says, “what have you boys been up to?”

We turn to face our mothers. They look down at us with smiles.

“We made a Dragon-Vampire castle. And we’re the wizard guards.” Simon says. I nod in agreement.

“That's lovely, sweetie,” Lucy coos. She leans down and pinches his cheek. “My rosebud boy, the great wizard.”

“Muuuum!” He swats away her hand. “I told you that you can’t call me that anymore. I’m too big now!”

“Oh you’re never too big to be my rosebud boy. But now,” she stands up with her hand outstretched, “it’s time to head home.”

“Noooooo!” We both whine.

“Oh don’t give us that,” my mum says, “you two have been playing for hours! Lucy and I will arrange a playdate soon. Plus, I bet you’ll see plenty of each other at Watford in a couple years.”

“Alright,” Simon sighs. He stands up and shakes off the sand. I follow, brushing dirt off my shirt sleeves. We walk to our mothers. Mum leans down to my level, face all pinched together.

“Goodness Basil, your face is filthy,” she mutters. She licks her thumb and tries to wipe it off. I push her away.

“Ugh Mum! Gross!”

Simon laughs heartily. I turn to him with a scowl, but his smile makes all my ill will disappear.

“Now Simon,” Lucy says, “say goodbye to Baz.”

“Bye Baz!” He wraps his arm around me in a big bear hug, and plants a big wet kiss on my cheek. My eyes widen. Only my Mum kisses my cheek and it’s usually only a peck. It feels weird, but nice. I hug him back.

“Bye Simon.”

Simon pulls away with one last wave. I wave too. Mum and I walk in opposite direction together.

“Did you have fun today, little puff?” she asks.

Thinking about today's activity, it's been amazing. I made a friend, and that’s a very big achievement for me. I absentmindedly touch the spot on my cheek where Simon kissed me. All I can think about is how much I want to see him again. Simon Salisbury, my new friend. “Yeah, definitely.”

AN: Another request done! I pretty much based this off how my friends and I played when we were little. A lot of superheroes and stuff. Hope you enjoyed it!

PS: These kiss requests have been keeping me very happy this summer. I'm astounded how many people want to read my work. I just want to say thank you for that :)

[ofmagnhild]

stuff said in our (mistake of a) group chat starter meme

note: we’re all disasters of human beings.   p.s.: a fair number of these are potentially nsfw, or contain nsfw content in some way, shape, or form. the rest... nobody knows. enjoy.

"gay culture is holding your boyfriend's exposed dong in public" "come at me you giant car-sized whales penis" "also "platonic dick sucking"" "why can't you just be into normal shit like bondage" "inverted penis could just be something they talk about normally" "are you aware that your eye is under your eyelid" "god, i love golden gaytimes" "just buy a fucking cucumber and shove it up there like a normal human being god damn" "holy shit watch your fucking mouth" "please hold me, i've been devoid of human touch since i came out of the womb in 1932" "HOLY FUCK WHERES MY HOODIE I NEED TO COVER MY TITTIES" "i've been trying to be a nicer person but people are the fucking worst" "i'm a fucking disaster" "what the fuck nyall" "KISSING IS CONSIDERED SEXUAL BUT A PUBLIC BLOWJOB IS TOTALLY COOL" "if he's willing to fuck ash he should have no problem eating ass" "u caN BE PRTTY AND FUCK AVOCADOS" "inVERTEED PeNI S??" “i can neither confirm nor deny that statement.” “[name/thing] is 100% and free of sin, you dirty motherfuckers.” “mhm s u r e.” “it’s been like five minutes and we’re already talking about eating ass.” “whomst’ve’s fault is that?” “he got his dick stuck one time.” “live with your mistakes.” “LIVE WITH THE FALSEHOOD.” “wait, did i just roast myself? welp, time to die.” “we probably shouldn’t force him to come out of the asseater closet.” “the world is a tough place for those who eat ass.” “[name] is that kid who changes the pronouns of songs because his masculinity is so fragile.” “THEORETICALLY.” “WALK IT OFF YA MARY SUE.” “i’ll have one drug, please don’t tell my mom.” “CANON.” “UNCANON.” “you are like a shitpost inside another shitpost.” “i told [name] a year ago various ways about how i want my body to be disposed, because friendship.” “you’re still saying her asshole is sideways.” “i just woke up, why are we sticking swords in places other than vital organs, isn’t that needlessly cruel.” “my kink is burying my emotions alive until i can’t feel them.” “get out of here with your non-ass eating ways.” “god can suck my ass.” “f i l t h.” “club penguinado.” “i’m always right. except when i’m not. which is often.” “how old is too old for this to be considered weird?” “i’m the ambassador for the fucked up sleep schedule club.” “i do mind that [name] spent the travel budget on googly eyes, thank you very little.” “i have my fave [thing] on my nipples.” “i’m crying. that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me… besides ‘i would smoke your ashes’.” “there is nothing, anywhere, in the history of ever, that says you cannot be a good ass eating sadboi.” “it’s bringing warmth into my cold empty soul, and i don’t like this feeling.” “it makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. gross. i don’t like it.” “humans are just bone filled meat sacks.” “you gosh darn mother fricker, how dare you.” “SORRY, I’M DEAD, CAN’T TALK. BYE!” “i think i just said the gayest sentence i’ve ever said to another human being.” “l o n g a r m e d   h u g s   i n b o u n d.”  “oh god, you’re so gross. next you’ll be talking about wholesome emotions and lifelong commitment.” “I’M GONNA MOM FRIEND THE HELL OUT OF YOU.” “he’s good for the cat economy.” “does he need tiddy in face?” “jesus christ, he went from twink to bara.” “NO. WHY. GROSS. THESE ARE FEELINGS I’M FEELING.” “SHOWETH ME.” “i was typing the word mood and my phone autocorrected it to moos.” “ghost cummies.” “probably because my life consists entirely of homosexuality and shitty puns.” “i made a mistake and it rhymes with deko tatsume.” “this image cured my depression.” “i’m just a mouthpiece. i don’t actually believe in what i’m saying. i’m a fraud. a corporate tool. i lack conviction. why am i like this. oh god, oh god why.” “is your kink death and dying, because same.” “you’re bound by blood pact to do it now.” “pro tip: don’t ever underestimate my capacity for being a petty bitch.”  “that came out a lot sassier than i intended it to. kinda like me.” “i don’t speak meme well enough.” “fuck your ‘:3’.”

[deansoutros]

Black [M]

A/N: OK BITCHES FUCKING FINALLY AM I RIGHT. IT’S BEEN TWO FUCKING MONTHS BUT CH 6 IS FINALLY HERE. a couple of things tho

a. MILLIC’S ALBUM IS FUCKING OUT YALL!! GO LISTEN TO IT. IT’S CALLED VIDA AND FANXYCHILD IS IN IT!

b. i have beef w this ch. i had it finished long ago but i didn’t like it so i never posted it. after reading the whole fic again i thought it went alright with it so i kept it and touched up a couple things. 

c. I HAVE A SEPERATE ONE SHOT COMING UP ABOUT CRUSH AND HIS NEW....FRIEND OK. 

d. thank you so much for waiting so long. and thanks to all the ppl who kept sending messages, i hope i didn’t let you down :( enjoy my lovelies!

( also, i think i’m gonna take the M rating off lmao )

characters: dean x oc, zico x oc, crush, rome x oc

genre: angst(ish?), university au

rated: m, violence, (mentions of) abuse (physical and physiological), sexual content (not in this ch)

ch1 ch2 ch3 ch4 ch5

chapter 6: 

the automatic doors didn’t open fast enough. I felt like my only enemy right now was time. zico drove over the speed limit, luckily with no ticket, but it still felt like I spent hours in the car. everyone was a uneasy and the minute we got there, I bolted out of the car and sprinted to emergencies.

“I got a call,” I heaved. the woman behind the desk read my expression in a heartbeat and sorrow crossed her face.

“what’s your name sweetie?” she asked.

“park chaeyeon” I panted, desperation running through my veins. I needed to see it with my own eyes. I knew there was nothing I could do but I needed to see him. I needed to know that there was no bringing him back.

she began typing into the computer and I felt a hand on my shoulder. zico wrapped me in his arms but I didn’t look away from the woman before me.

“the morgue is downstairs. he was just taken down. would you like to see him before the autopsy is performed?” I stood still and I felt a wave of heat come over me. I couldn’t speak, if I tried, I knew it would turn into sobs and I didn’t want that.

“may we please?” zico replied. out of the corner of my eye I saw jisu, sochi, and jaeju covering their faces with their hands. the woman sitting before us stood up, making her way to us.

“right this way please. we need you to identify the bodies as well.”

zico’s hold around me only tightened as we followed the woman. I felt how tense he was. he was trying his best to comfort me but I knew he needed someone there for him too. he just lost his best friend.

I wrapped my arm around his waist and leaned my head against his side, following the woman down a quiet hall. she led us downstairs and we entered the morgue. there were two bodies laying on the metal tables. the black bags covered every inch of thembut the moment I laid my eyes them something felt wrong. I felt vile creeping up my throat but I fought so hard to keep it down. the woman walked toward one of the bags, unzipping it. part of me couldn’t lean over to look inside but the other part was so desperate.

“you don’t have to, I’ll do it” zico released me, taking a step forward. my eyes stung but stayed glued on him and the moment he took a look, his expression when cold. I could tell he tried to contain his emotions but quickly failed, tears streaming down his cheeks as his sobs became louder. I’d never seen him like this and it physically made my heart ache. I reached for his arm and he turned to look at me, his arms immediately tossing around me. I felt the sharpest pain in my chest and I wasn’t even aware of how quickly the tears had been running down my face.

“I’m so sorry for your loss but I need an identity confirmation. can you please give me conformation that this is him?” the woman almost whispered.

“no” zico replied curtly. I let go of him and knit my brows in confusion. he wiped my cheeks and gently shoved me towards the body.

“take a look chae” he said. I was so confused. I stood in front of the bag, not knowing if I could handle what I was about to see. one more step and I would see something that would scar me for the rest of my life. before I could even think about it, zico shoved me further and I looked inside. my hand immediately rose to my mouth and the vile from earlier made its way out. I ran out of the cold room and spilled my lunch into the nearest trashcan. my breathing became heavy and I gasped for air. I felt as if someone had been choking me for ages and I was finally allowed to breathe.

“it’s not him, it’s not him” I whispered to myself as I closed my eyes, regaining control of my breathing. I heard the door swing open behind me and yet again, zico was by my side. he grabbed his sleeve, wiping my mouth with it. jaeju followed after him, rubbing my back as I hung my head over the trash bin.

“no, neither one is. who’s mistake is this?” the woman who led us down here barged out of the room, talking into her radio. I glanced up and her expression shifted completely the moment she saw me.

“I’m so sorry, come with me. we’ll figure this out right now” I nodded, shoving both zico and my sister off me.

jaeju understood that I was feeling overwhelmed so she left me alone, she knew that when I needed space I needed it. on the other hand, zico was the type of person that stuck like gum no matter what. he reached for my arm and I yanked it away. I knew he would feel hurt by my actions but I really wasn’t thinking in this moment. all I wanted to know was if dean was okay. he’s all I wanted.

we were led back upstairs and past the emergency room doors. immediately screams and cries filled the air. most of them originating from small children. in the center of the area was a large working space filled with nurses and attendants. the lady led us to the desk, calling upon the nurse stationed behind it.

“who has it?” she asked. the nurse typed into her computer and read briefly before responding.

“wonbin filled it…but youngdeuk was the one who gave the information.”

“find both. and have you found the other two men?”

“yes they’re both in room..” she paused, looking at the screen before her. “107”

the woman we were with nodded. turning to look at us.

“I’m so incredibly sorry for the mistake. we will figure out who is responsible and seek immediate punishment but let me explain. I believe someone mixed up the contact information” she looked down at her tablet. “kwon dean and yu christian are the two you are looking for right?”

my heart almost beat out of my chest just by hearing his name. my head was all over the place but I somehow managed to nod.

she soon smiled and motioned us to follow her. instinctively, I wrapped my arms around one of zico’s like a frightened child. I was scared, what if he wasn’t okay. what if this was all not real and he was actually down there?

101, 102, 103, 104, 105, 106. we passed each room and I stared at every number. jaeju and jisu followed closely behind. I had been hearing jisu typing constantly since we arrived. she was most likely updating sochi, nayeon and crush.

“107” the woman pushed back the curtain, revealing two beds next to each other. one of the beds was empty and in the other I could make out someone under the blanket. the person soon sat up to look back at us. I exhaled a sob I didn’t know I was holding back.

“hey” a groggy christian greeted. his leg was in a cast and a large bruise covered his arm, followed by numerous cuts on his face. zico almost ran to him, embracing him in a gentle hug. I brought my hands to my face and began sobbing. jisu followed after zico, expressing her relief. jaeju’s hands gripped my shoulders, rubbing them to comfort.

“this is a lot to be taking in, especially for you, if you need air tell me, please” her voice sounded weaker than usual. she was right, we just experienced a fucking rollercoaster but it wasn’t over yet.

“dean is in surgery. he’s been in there for two hours so he should be out in another hour. he suffered from a collapsed lung but don’t worry, it sounds a million times worse than it actually is. your friend’s broken leg is actually worse than his lung. I’ll go check on him for you though” the woman had come up to me, patting my back in reassurance. she simpered before walking out of the room. in that moment I was so touched. I also wondered how this woman had been reading my mind since the moment I got here. I had barely spoken but she knew all my questions and had the answers ready for my ears.

I watched as everyone surrounded christian, jaeju joining zico and jisu. they questioned him and showed their relief. I truly was happy that he was alright even though he looked like shit but all I wanted was dean. I just needed to see him no matter how bad he looked. the woman was right, a collapsed lung sounds terrifying and I couldn’t bear to think about what was going on through his mind as everything was happening. I leaned against the door, turning my back to the group of people chatting away almost frantically.

I looked out, observing my surroundings. most of the doors were closed but cries still filled the air. the last time I had been in a hospital as a visitor was for my sister. the eerie feeling filled me up again, just the thought of remembering what happened. I had been out with my friends back home and my dad called me, desperately asking for me to go to the hospital. once I got there and was taken back, I found my sister tied up to the bed frame with a tube coming out of her mouth. she had attempted suicide. i’ve gone through some fucked up shit but that day was the worst day of my life. the thought of never seeing my sister again pierced daggers through my chest. it broke my father too. he had raised us all by himself. all we had ever known was each other.

alongside my dad was our older brother, jaebeom. he had also been like a parent to both jaeju and i. he was only older than jaeju by a year and older than me by two but it felt like he was twice our age. he always helped my father when we were younger and he basically raised us. I saw the devastation in their eyes. I felt useless, I couldn’t do anything. I just sat their with them, crying with my dad while jaebeom kept himself together, reassuring us that she would be fine and that we would do everything in our power to help her. I truly admired how strong and resilient my brother was, but I would rather die than tell him that. in that moment I felt that jaeju would never be genuinely happy again and that truly made my heart ache.

I sighed and looked back. jaeju had a smile on her face. from ear to ear, her lips curled as she was talking to christian. as cheesy as it sounds, there was a sparkle in her eyes. the difference a year makes.

my thoughts were interrupted by none other than zico. his arm hung over my shoulder and he pulled me into his side. he rubbed my arm, leaning his head down on top of mine.

“I’ll go ask” he uttered. before he could pull away, I wrapped my arm around his torso.

“the lady will be back, she’s checking on him right now. he’s in surgery for a collapsed lung but she said it wasn’t bad” I felt zico tense up for a moment. I tightened my hold and leaned into him.

“then, let’s trust her. she’s been nothing but helpful. but, how are you? honestly chae” it took a moment for me to respond.

“I don’t know. I’m a little numb, a little dumbfounded by what is happening right now. but most of all, I’m scared and that’s okay for now”

I slipped out of his grip when I saw the woman, who’s name tag I just noticed, walking towards us with a tall man following behind. she pressed her lips in an apologetic smile.

“alright, he just got out of surgery and will be in recovery for an hour or so. now, i do believe this hospital owes you an apology” she nudged the man with her elbow. he stumbled forward, looking at us.

“I’m nam youngdeuk, it’s nice to meet you. I am incredibly sorry for the misunderstanding. I can’t possibly imagine how you must’ve felt. I was part of the first responders team and also the one who made the call. I can’t express how sorry I am. the phone fell out of your friend’s pocket and landed near the patient you saw downstairs. it was my mistake for assuming that it was his. I apologize for my thoughtless actions”

“hey man, we all make mistakes. all that matters to us is that both our friends are fine, don’t sweat it” don’t sweat it? zico are you fucking insane? my world was torn apart in a matter of seconds because of this man. I was so angry I felt my blood boiling. I’m pretty sure I could sue for this kinda shit. zico knew me way too well. he immediately grabbed my arm and pushed me behind him. god I was so close to punching him.

“wow, ah, thank you for understanding. I am still very sorry and I hope both your friends recover quickly”

“yeah yeah go on before this one actually kills both of us” zico nodded his head in my direction and the man before us widened his eyes, bowing deeply before almost running off.

“fuck you zico”

”yeah whatever, I just saved a life. I’m a hero”

I rolled my eyes, giving his arm a good solid punch.

“chae, wake up”

“chaeyeon”

I felt someone shaking my shoulder. I squinted and looked up to see zico.

“I’ll be back, I’m taking jaeju and jisu home okay?” I nodded and yawned, pulling my phone out as I felt a kiss press against the top of my head. I smacked zico away and he headed to the door. jaeju and jisu hugged both christian and I goodbye before following after zico. I sat up in my chair and stretched my shoulders. I had fallen asleep while talking to christian.

“the couch over there turns into a bed. i’ll call the nurse for pillows and blankets”

“no it’s fine, I need to be up anyways” I rubbed my eyes, checking the time on my phone. two hours had gone by but the bed next to christian was still empty.

“the nurse came in about half an hour ago and said that he was still asleep. she said they’d bring him in when he woke up” I didn’t respond. I was beginning to get more and more desperate. I couldn’t believe that he was alright until I saw him with my own eyes.

“I need to use the restroom, I’ll be back” I stood up and walked out. I asked a nurse for directions and I made my way down the hall. once I entered the bathroom I looked in the mirror. my eyes were red and puffy. I looked like shit. I turned the faucet on, splashing my face with water in hopes that it would help but it didn’t. I exhaled a loud sigh, closing my eyes and hanging my head down. I took a moment to just breathe before looking back up into the mirror.

“I look fucking horrible” I examined my face again before giving up and heading back out. on my way back, I took my time, very well knowing that just waiting in there would drive me insane soon enough. I called zico, asking for the two blankets on dean’s bed and a pair of pj’s.

“I’ll be there in like 15 minutes. I’ll grab the stuff right now then head back. is he in the room yet?”

“no, I’ll text you when he is”

“alright babe, sleep if you need to okay?”

“yeah I will. drive safe on your way back please” suddenly I had a new fear.

“promise” he stated. I hung up, walking back to the now dark room.

“why are the lights off you’re more awake than I am” I said as I walked in, flicking the lights back on. I froze the moment I saw that the other bed now had a host. I didn’t even notice the tears streaming down my cheeks rapidly. I brought my hands up to my mouth, choking back my sobs as his eyes fluttered open. his lips could barely form a smile.

“come” dean’s hoarse voice filled the room and I couldn’t bring myself to move. I didn’t know if I was dreaming or if he was really there. I hated being so emotional and I felt as if I was overreacting. I just stood at the door, crying into my hands.

“chae, come” he repeated.

“please” the weakness in his voice pulled at my heartstrings and the moment he lifted his arm out, reaching for me, I felt as if something pushed me to him. I could tell he was in pain and was still very weak. christian shoved the chair from the edge of his bed to dean’s. i was scared of hugging him so I fought within myself to not do it but he tugged me into his chest. I immediately pulled away, sitting down in the chair instead.

“hey, I almost died and you won’t even hug me?” he groaned, bringing his hand up to wipe away the streaks of tears left on my cheeks. “can I at least have a kiss?” he asked.

I obliged, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to the side of his lips. he had a large gash covering the left side of both his upper and lower lip. his left eye was swollen and bruised and so was his cheekbone. he had multiple bruises splattered across his face and down his neck, most of them concentrated on his left side. his tattoo was almost hidden by the purple lesions.

my fingertips brushed over his cheek momentarily before he took a hold of my hand, bringing it to his lips. I finally felt the relief I needed.

“god, you’re so beautiful” he uttered. I still couldn’t find my words. the rush of emotions had taken over me completely. his gaze melted me. he hadn’t take his eyes off mine since the moment I walked in despite the fact that he could barely open them.

“I need to hear your voice right now, talk to me. please” he gave my hand a gentle squeeze and I saw the desperation in his voice. I scooted my chair closer and leaned my chin against the edge of his bed.

“I love you” I managed to wring out effortlessly. he couldn’t smile completely but it was still there, as soothing as ever.

“I love you more” he replied.

“nasty” christian murmured. dean scoffed a small laugh and I turned back to look at him.

“just kidding, please continue” christian said. I turned back to dean, yearning to wrap myself in his arms. by the way he held onto my arm i knew he wanted the same.

“christian told me what happened. you should know better. you think I’d let death take me just like that? you think I would let myself die knowing I’m leaving you behind like this? fuck no” I didn’t even pay attention to what he was saying, all I was focusing on was that he was here. he was talking, he was alright.

he blinked slowly and had half lidded eyes. I leaned up to press my lips against his forehead then his nose.

“I know you’re tired so sleep, I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here”

“do you think the nurse will get mad if you sleep with me?” he mumbled sleepily.

“probably not but I don’t want to. I want you to get better quickly”

“you’re my medicine though” he didn’t hesitate to answer. I pushed his hair out of his face and he closed his eyes. I continued playing with his hair hoping he’d fall asleep but the moment I got up to turn the light off he griped onto my hand tightly.

“I’m gonna turn the light off” he groaned an audible ‘no’.

“I’ll turn it off” zico walked in. the dork had the biggest smile on his face the moment he saw dean. dean couldn’t even open his eyes anymore. zico stood next to me, ruffling dean’s hair. I looked up at him and saw a tear slip out. he immediately wiped it off and I leaned my head against his upper leg. he turned back to look at christian then back at dean. I could see the gratitude in his eyes. he was just as relieved as I was, if not more.

“zico shut up” christian threw a pillow at him.

“what the hell I didn’t even talk” zico scoffed and christian laughed.

“your emotions are screaming though, we all know what’s going on in that little brain of yours. we’re both okay bro, that’s all that matters right?” zico looked like he could murder and smother christian all at once. I watched as the two began to horse play. I smacked zico’s leg, pulling him away from christian.

“both of you shut up, dean is sleeping and if you wake him up zico, there will be a third patient in here”  

the next day a loud roar awakened me. I soon realized that it was zico snoring. no matter how hard I hit him he wouldn’t shut up. dean and christian were both taken for x-rays around 5am. I laid down on the futon with zico and tried to push him off and make him shut up but nothing worked. soon, the doors swung open.

“that was so fas-” I was greeted by two unfamiliar faces. an older couple stood before me. they were both dressed casually but they screamed money.

“hello” I stood up and bowed, not really knowing who I was bowing at.

“who are you?” the woman questioned. “is that zico?”

I nodded, standing with my hands crossed in front of me. “I’m chaeyeon” I responded as I shook zico’s shoulder gently, praying he would wake up. the man walked over to the back of the room, taking a seat in the chair I had slept in next to dean’s bed last night. zico shuffled in the sheets, taking his sweet ass time to get up.

“ah, mrs. kwon” his eyes widened, quickly standing up and bowing in her direction before doing the same in the mans direction. the woman walked toward zico, embracing him in a hug.

“this must be your girlfriend!” her lips curled into a wide smile, switching from zico to me. I hesitantly hugged back, but by now I realized that these were dean’s parents.

“um, no, she’s…not my girlfriend” I heard the hesitation in his voice and emphasis on my. she heard it too.

“who is she then?” the man asked from across the room, his eyes glued onto his phone.

“I’m dean’s-“

“friend. she’s our friend. she came to help since hyoseob wasn’t able to last night”

“ah yes, I see. well you can go home now sweetie, thank you for staying but you don’t need to be here anymore”

excuse me? to both of you? what the fuck did zico just say? I swear I would slap him if dean’s parents weren’t here.

“no! she…can’t go home I brought her here so I’m her ride” zico blurted out. the woman pulled her phone out and began typing.

“our driver is in the parking lot he can take her” I stood silent, shifting my gaze to zico. he knew I was ready to throw hands.

“…um, that’s such a bother I’ll just take her. I need to go home and shower anyways!” zico was sweating now. what the fuck was happening.

“you sure sweetie?” she asked. zico nodded immediately, grabbing his keys off the table and then gripping his fingers around my wrist.

“it was nice to meet you chaeyeon!” she yelled as zico dragged me out. I couldn’t even reply before I was taken out of the room. the minute we stepped out, I yanked my hand from him.

“zico what the fuck just happened?!”

“I’ll tell you at home come on” he grabbed my wrist again and pulled me toward the doors. I fought him to release me, digging my nails into his arm.

“hey what the fuck is happening” the familiar voice forced me to turn around. dean was in a wheelchair, being pushed to his room and christian followed closely behind. zico released his grip on me, hurrying his way to dean and I followed after him.

“dude your parents are here” dean looked like he had seen a ghost, or in this case he was about to see two.

“what the fuck get her out of here now”

“excuse me?!” I exclaimed.

“chae, go. zico will explain”

“no what the hell, I was here all night by your side. why the fuck am I suddenly being treated like I’m some disease?!”

zico sighed, grabbing my hand for the hundredth time. I didn’t have time to fought back before he tugged me, picking me up and tossing me over his shoulders.

 DEAN’S POV

I rubbed my forehead as I watched chaeyeon punch the shit out of zico. the nurse continued to wheel me into the room and lo and behold, there they were. the moment my mother saw me she rushed to me, pressing kisses all over my face. I tried to escape but she hugged me tightly, so tightly that I vividly felt the pump inserted in my lung. my wincing whimpers forced her off, apologizing repeatedly. my father just patted my back.

“how are you doing dean?” he asked as the nurse helped me into bed. out of the corner of my eye I saw my dad helping christian and his nurse put him back in bed. christian greeted both my parents and I hummed in response.

“I’m fine, just tired. when did you both get here? weren’t you in London or something?”

“we just landed. your father cancelled the meetings we had scheduled for the next couple of days. once we got the call we got on the jet and came”

“you shouldn’t have, I’m fine”

“dean, how could your parents just leave you after you almost died in a car accident. what caused it anyways? were you drunk?”

“sunghoon!” my mom smacked my dad’s arm.

“no he wasn’t, however, the other driver was” the nurse walked in saving my life. she handed christian a small pill and a water bottle.

“I’d be more than happy to answer any questions you have about the incident and the medical status of both these young men” she walked to my parents, bowing.

“ah, yes. why does my son have those…things coming out of his chest?” my father questioned.

“there is a pump in between his lung cavity and his lung. his left lung collapsed as soon as we got him in last night and it was pretty severe so we had to perform surgery. ultimately it is up to the doctor as to how long the pump will stay in for but it shouldn’t be longer than 4 days” my parents nodded, examining the tube coming out of my chest.

“what about him?” my mom asked, pointing at christian. christian awkwardly smiled, turning to look at me.

“he’s mostly bruised up. the most severe damage he obtained is a fracture in his left fibula which should heal as any other broken bone should”

“what about the girl? she had her arm bandaged up. was she in the accident too?” my mother asked. the nurse’s face turned to confusion and it took a minute for me to clarify as to who she was talking about.

“no, she wasn’t. she had that already” I blurted out. the nurse simply smiled and walked out. my parents got comfortable, sitting close to my bedside. they made conversation with christian, asking him about school and his family. the whole time I was trying to come up with some bullshit lie about chaeyeon. there was no fucking way they could find out about us. first off, they didn’t even know I broke up with heoyang and second, they would rip chaeyeon apart if they found out that she didn’t come from a wealthy family. the only reason they were satisfied with heoyang was because her father owned a very successful business company in Germany.

“dean?” my mom echoed. I had zoned out. I turned to look at her, raising my browns in question.

“how’s heoyang?” fuck.

“uh, she’s fine? I don’t really know nor care” my mom’s eyes almost feel out of their sockets.

“I broke up with her a while ago..” I added.

“why would you do that?!” christian shifted uncomfortably and I started to feel bad that he had to witness this. I hesitated, asking myself if I should tell them the truth or not.

“hey..” a quiet voice interrupted us. jaeju entered the room, curling her lips into a shy smile. she bowed as she made her way towards me.

“I’m just here to say bye to you both. I’m going back to school but I will be back on Saturday to pick chaeyeon up”

my parents pretended to go along as jaeju came over to give me a goodbye hug. as she leaned down she whispered in my ear.

“I know what’s going on, zico told me. everything you do affects her and if you hurt her again you’ll be in this bed for more than just a couple days. I advise you tell your parents the truth, or don’t. it’s up to you dean”

I felt chills run down my spine. jaeju scared the fuck out of me. I fought with myself. I didn’t know what to do. if I told my parents, all they would do is talk down on her and if I didn’t, I’d have to continue hiding her.

jaeju then made her way christian, hugging him as well. she reassured him that she would be back. they talked low so I couldn’t really hear but I’m sure they were talking about keeping in touch or something nasty.

after jaeju had left, which took a while, the nurse came in to take christian for a walk. my dad stepped out as well to grab a cup of coffee and now it was just me and my mom.

“you never answered me. what are you hiding dean?” I didn’t respond, jaeju’s words replaying in my head.

“ok what’s wrong with you. you’re acting weird and there’s been people coming in and out that I don’t know. what’s going on?” she was beginning to get angry and I knew I had to start talking.

“I broke up with her because she cheated on me. more than once actually. the two girls you saw are sisters. the one you saw earlier is our neighbor and her sister, who just left, came to visit her for the weekend and her and christian have a thing or something I don’t really know mom” her sympathy immediately kicked in and “oh I’m so sorry” began pouring from her mouth. she reached over hugging and consoling me.

“she was such a lovely girl, I never imagined-”

“mom please. I really don’t want to talk about her. it’s over and I’m over her”

“oh don’t put up a front how can you get over your girl-”

“MOM,” I didn’t mean to yell, it just kind of came out. “please.” she took a moment, awkwardness filled the air before she spoke again.

“we have the next two days off but I’ll call the office right now and tell them we will be staying here longer”

“no, it’s fine. you heard the nurse. no more than 4 days and I feel fine. you shouldn’t have even come, I’m really fine” I wasn’t though, but all I needed to feel better was chae.

“dean, we are your parents! we wouldn’t leave you just like this. alone”

“if you weren’t here zico and hyoseob would be here. I’m never alone here. mom I’m not 12 anymore. I am an adult. you said you’d treat me like one if I showed you that I’m focusing on my grades and I have for the past two years. I know you were probably scared so I understand why you came. but look, I’m fine. I have finals this week then the semester is over which means that beom will be coming soon”

my mom sighed, her brows meeting in the center. “okay, we’ll leave tomorrow morning. your brother is only 18 though, I don’t trust him to look after you well”

“mom, all I’ll need is to clean the wound from this tube and the cuts I have. I can do it. plus I have tons of things to blackmail him with if I need something”

“excuse me? like what?” she crossed her arms.

“I wouldn’t be able to use it against him if I told you now would i?” she side eyed me, shaking her hair. her chair scooted closer to me and I soon felt her push my hair back. when I was smaller she would keep doing this until I fell asleep. I loved my mom, more than anything but I hated that she placed our family on a pedestal. yes we owned the biggest pharmaceutical company in the world but that doesn’t mean we are the greatest people alive. ever since we began dating girls, my mother told my brother and I that we could only bring home girls from good, wealthy backgrounds. and ever since then, that’s all I did. my only options were girls who went to our private high school and when I got to college, I only laid my eyes on the girls who lived on the expensive side of the city and attended the snob parties, which is where I met heoyang. she was wealthy but her parents gave her a limit which was obvious less than enough for her.

after that first semester I realized that I was putting up a front. I was the person my parents wanted, not the person I wanted. so I switched my major from pharmaceutical business to physics and I moved to the other side of the city. the part where everyone knew each other. the side where everyone was genuine to each other, a nice mix of cultures and classes. where no one judged, whether you come from the poorest family or the richest.

then I met her. I hadn’t even thought about her financial status until she brought it up months later. I knew my mom would never approve of a friend let alone a girlfriend who’s single father works two jobs to keep all three of his kids in college. our family had always been privileged and none of us knew what it was like to struggle financially. my mom had pounded the idea that those who don’t have enough money were the ones at fault for lacking an education. my brother and I on the other hand knew that she was wrong. we made friendships with people with lacking backgrounds and they were no less than us. through chaeyeon I learned to value those who work harder than everyone else. I learned that education is not a choice, it’s a privilege. we don’t pick who we want to be, we get handed a position and what we choose to do with that is ultimately up to us. we pick whether we want to see the good or bad. but my mother had yet to discover that.

my dad eventually came back and so did christian. the nurse then took me to walk around the hospital and when i returned the doctor examined me. he said I would have the pump taken out in 3 days and I could go home then. I had no idea how I would do my finals if I was in the hospital but I wasn’t really worried about that. my parents went to the hotel late that afternoon to rest and just after they left, crush and zico walked in. crush greeted christian, teasing him about his leg before it was my turn.

“where the hell have you been?!” I reached my hand out and he swung in for a hug.

“home…just not our home” he took a seat in the chair, facing both christian and I. “I got shit faced on Friday and I stayed with some random girl but she was so nice and took care of me. I ended up taking her out to lunch yesterday and then you know, I worked my magic”

“shut the fuck up” zico sat down next to him after punching his shoulder. crush rubbed it and wined like a child.

“she’s an orientation leader this winter too so we’ll be working together”

“is she hot?” christian asked.

“hell yeah, let’s have a kick back after finals and y’all can meet her” he added.

“I’m leaving Friday afternoon after my last final” christian responded.

“I’m starting my internship here so I’m down. what about you dean?” zico looked over at me.

“beom is coming up. we’ll both spend the winter break here since our parents have some new drug being released in Europe or some shit. we’re supposed to stay at the summer home outside the city though”

“so you’re gonna leave us to go stay at your fancy house” zico added.

“hell no, I’d be bored out of my mind”

“he can take my room, it’s only a month anyways” christian offered.

“good idea, it’s settled. it’ll be the three of us and mini dean this break”

“what about the girls?” crush asked.

“they’re all going home except for sochi. she got a research position for the physics department this summer and her training starts after finals in preparation for it. by the way dude, your girl is hella mad. I don’t know how you’re gonna make this one up to her” zico shook his head at me, pointing his finger.

“did you fucking tell her you idiot” I grabbed a pillow from behind me, repeatedly smashing it against his head. he eventually took it from my hands, hitting me back.

“I had to you asshole, did you want me to lie?” I looked down, running my fingers through my hair.

“no. is it that bad?” I asked.

“I think you really need to talk to her. oh, and she told me to tell you two things”

“what?” part of me hoped it was something cute but knowing her it was probably a fuck you or something.

“she spent all day making calls and sending emails to the school officials and the physics department. she set up your finals to be online so you don’t fail your stupid classes. someone from the school will be coming Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday to monitor you” in that moment I felt like an asshole. this girl was doing her all to make me feel comfortable and less worried and here I was, denying her for my parents. I couldn’t bring myself to have my mother claw away at her though.

“and the second thing?”

“fuck you dean” zico smiled proudly. there it was. I was about to hit zico again but there was a knock on the door. crush opened it and christian’s doctor walked in.

“good evening boys. christian, after your last round of x-rays I think you just need rest now. let’s get you out of here tonight” christian’s face lit up. we both hated being here. part of me was jealous that he got to go home. all I wanted was to get out of here and wrap chaeyeon in my arms.

“damn we have great timing” crush whispered to himself. the doctor handed christian papers and he signed them.

“I’ll get these processed and you may leave whenever you feel ready” christian thanked him as he walked out. he let out a loud sigh of relief.

“fucking finally. give me the clothes you brought yesterday zico” zico did as asked and he helped christian to the bathroom.

“so what’d you do now?” crush asked.

I was ashamed of myself but I knew I was doing it to protect her.

“I’m hiding her from my parents. the minute they got here I told her to leave” his eyes widened slightly.

“bro..”

“I know! I know! but, you know how my mom is. chaeyeon isn’t filthy rich. she doesn’t come from a well known family. my mom would rip her apart if she found out. I’m not doing it because I’m ashamed of her, I’m not, I’m so fucking proud of who she is and I don’t want my mother to tear her apart after she’s gone through so much fucked up shit that’s made her who she is today. she’s perfect to me and there’s no way I’m going to let my mom hurt her like that”

“listen, I do know how your mom is but I think you need to give her a little more faith. why don’t you just tell your mom about her? they don’t have to meet right now. in fact you’ve only been really dating for like a day so chill. you think you’re protecting her but I think you’re hurting her more than anything. how much have y’all gone through just to be together? are you really going to throw that out the window because your mom MIGHT say no?”

fuck he was getting philosophical again and once he started no one could stop him.

“have you even talked to chae? you need to talk. y’all both fuck each other over because of lack of communication, that’s what got y’all in the fucked up spot you were just in this weekend. talk to her and tell her why you did what you did and then tell her what you’re going to do to fix it. don’t just leave her hanging like this”

why was he always right. I knew he was right but I couldn’t bring myself to actually act on it. I could explain why I pushed her away but I didn’t know how I would fix it. if I told my mom, chaeyeon would get hurt, and if I didn’t, she would be hurt as well. it was a battle of two evils.

I nodded, shoving crush away in agreement.

“I will”

christian was discharged a couple hours later and both zico and crush took him home. it was just me now, me and my phone. my thumbs fumbled as I debated whether I should call or text. would texting make me an asshole? or more of an asshole. yeah it probably would. call it is.

I stared at her contact, hesitating.

“fuck it” I mumbled, pressing the call button. it seemed like it was ringing forever but soon enough I was greeted by her voicemail. I tried again only to be sent to voicemail almost immediately. I kept trying but still, nothing.

Dean: please answer

Dean: I don’t want to do this over text please

Dean: chaeyeon

Dean: please answer me

I called once more, this time leaving a voicemail.

“please call back, I’m sorry for everything. I take you for granted but let me at least explain. please” I felt so hopeless. “hope you do well on your finals tomorrow. I love you chaeyeon” I pressed the red circle on the screen.

“I fucking hate myself, I’m such a dick” I slammed my phone against the bed as I grew angrier at myself.

“don’t be so hard on yourself, we all knew it wouldn’t last babe” I didn’t have to look to recognize the owner of that voice.

“what the fuck are you doing here?”

“i’m here to keep you company tonight, your parents request” she took a seat in the chair next to my bed and set her bag down.

“I’ll take care of you, don’t worry” as she raised her hand to my face, I stopped her.

“leave” I uttered through gritted teeth.

“I will, when you leave. let’s just have fun tonight and catch up, it’s been a while babe” as she spoke i felt disgusted. the woman I once loved, the only person I had eyes for was suddenly the most repulsive thing to me. heoyang’s face was so innocent but I couldn’t help but feel nauseated.

“just you and me, like old times dean”

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Lord of Shadows by Cassandra Clare (The Dark Artifices Book #2) (Book Review)

"We fear things because we value them. We fear losing people because we love them. We fear dying because we value being alive. Don't wish you didn't fear anything. All that would mean is that you didn't feel anything." In this series, Julian Blackthorn writes I-A-M-R-U-I-N-E-D. That pretty much sums up how you'll feel (and how I already feel) when you finish this book. It just completely destroys everything in your soul, but in a good way. And by good way I don't mean good things happened, I mean it's a good book and because of the good quality of the book, you fall in love with the characters and the story. And when things go wrong, it just hits you. If I would have to decide being hit by a truck and the end of this book, I'd say this book provided more pain to my soul. But I still wouldn't want to be hit by a truck anytime soon. "When people die, our dreams of what they could be die with them. Even if ours is the hand that ends that ends them." So as I've established, I am in emotional pain and suffering after finishing this book. AND THIS PAIN IS GOING TO LAST FOR TWO FUDGING YEARS BECAUSE THAT LAST BOOK ISN'T COMING OUT UNTIL 2019. Yeah. You heard me. 2019. We gotta wait two years for the next book. Anyone got a time machine? If so, please hit me up. I don't know how I'm going to be able to endure life through these next two years. Actually, yes I do. I'm gonna read other fantastic books, but still, I'm going to have an extremely large hole in my heart until I get my hands on and read Queen of Air and Darkness. "People often run even when they have nowhere to go. It is all about what you can bear in the place where you are." Anyway, for those of you living under a rock, Lord of Shadows is the second book in the Dark Artifices Trilogy by Cassandra Clare. For those of you who are living under a gargantuan rock, Cassandra Clare is the author of the Shadowhunter Chronicles, which consists of several series, yes that's write SERIES as in book SERIES, set in the same world, but in different time frames about different characters. The Shadowhunter Chronicles has a very special place in my heart. I've always loved reading, but it was City of Bones (Mortal Instruments Book #1) that really brought me into the reading world and got me OBSESSED. So far, the Shadowhunter Chronicles has three series and two novella bindings. The three series are The Infernal Devices (Clockwork Angel, Clockwork Prince, Clockwork Princess), which is set in 1878, The Mortal Instruments (City of Bones, City of Ashes, City of Glass, City of Fallen Angels, City of Lost Souls, City of Heavenly Fire), set in 2006, and The Dark Artifices (Lady Midnight, Lord of Shadows, Queen of Air in Darkness), set in 2012. The two novella bindings are the Bane Chronicles and Tales from the Shadowhunter Academy. BUT GET INTO THIS SERIES, because there's more! If you get into it, there's so much material to fall in love with and it's all spectacular. There's the Last Hours series, that starts coming out next year that follows the next generation after the Infernal Devices, there's a new series on Magnus Bane and there's rumor of another series called the Wicked Powers, following the younger characters of The Dark Artifices. Basically, I'm in for the long haul, and you'd be smart to get in on the Shadowhunter Chronicles because they are GOLD. (I've done reviews on the Infernal Devices (I think), City of Heavenly Fire and Lady Midnight, if you're interest in getting into this series, check the reviews out.) Now on to actually talking about Lord of Shadows. As usual, this book flew over my already high expectations and just... It was absolutely spectacular. It was everything I'd hoped it would be and more. It had all the things we've come to expect from Cassie's books-- great action scenes, characters that it's impossible not to fall in love with, a riveting plot and last but not least, amazing humor. It's still early in the year, but I have to say that so far this book has won the title of my favorite book of the year. I'm having trouble imagining a book that could trump this one, but I guess we'll have to wait and see. I really don't now what I can say that will convince you to read this book if you're on the fence about it. It's fantastic. Please, just go read it. You'll love yourself for it later. Here's the synopsis: Would you trade your soul mate for your soul? A Shadowhunter’s life is bound by duty. Constrained by honor. The word of a Shadowhunter is a solemn pledge, and no vow is more sacred than the vow that binds parabatai, warrior partners—sworn to fight together, die together, but never to fall in love. Emma Carstairs has learned that the love she shares with her parabatai, Julian Blackthorn, isn’t just forbidden—it could destroy them both. She knows she should run from Julian. But how can she when the Blackthorns are threatened by enemies on all sides? Their only hope is the Black Volume of the Dead, a spell book of terrible power. Everyone wants it. Only the Blackthorns can find it. Spurred on by a dark bargain with the Seelie Queen, Emma; her best friend, Cristina; and Mark and Julian Blackthorn journey into the Courts of Faerie, where glittering revels hide bloody danger and no promise can be trusted. Meanwhile, rising tension between Shadowhunters and Downworlders has produced the Cohort, an extremist group of Shadowhunters dedicated to registering Downworlders and “unsuitable” Nephilim. They’ll do anything in their power to expose Julian’s secrets and take the Los Angeles Institute for their own. When Downworlders turn against the Clave, a new threat rises in the form of the Lord of Shadows—the Unseelie King, who sends his greatest warriors to slaughter those with Blackthorn blood and seize the Black Volume. As dangers close in, Julian devises a risky scheme that depends on the cooperation of an unpredictable enemy. But success may come with a price he and Emma cannot even imagine, one that will bring with it a reckoning of blood that could have repercussions for everyone and everything they hold dear. "Break my heart. Break it into pieces. I give you permission." See, I didn't expect this book to shove its way to my favorite book of the year because there was a lot of competition for the title (mainly A Court of Wings and Ruin), but also because I wasn't all that invested in the main love story of the series-- which is between Emma Carsairs and Julian Blackthorn. Well, I'm still not that invested in their romance, I'm not against it, but I just don't particularly care for them together, either. They're no Jessa or Clace. But really, the romance is a small part of the larger and much more emotionally investing story. Why don't I love Julian and Emma? I love Emma, she's a great character. It's Julian I really don't like much. I love my dark, tormented characters, but Julian? It's not that he's too dark. Or too evil, because I love characters that are so much more evil than Julian. But Julian... It's like he's got tunnel vision, he only cares for his family and Emma. He'll do anything for them. That's not that bad, right? Hahaha well. He doesn't care what happens to anyone outside his family and Emma, as long as they're okay. Literally, he'll do ANYTHING for his family and ANYTHING against everyone else. I just... I really don't like that about him. He's also a pathological liar and ugh. No. Julian, not a big fan. You get to meet some new characters in this book, like Zara Dearborn (why isn't there a universal letter, or a key spot for a middle finger?), and you get to go deeper into the workings of the Shadow World and Faerie. And then you also get to know characters in or mentioned in previous books better, such as Kieran, Jaime and... Well I guess you'll just have to wait and see, right? Not the best part, but one of the best parts of this book is getting to see some well loved characters from the previous books, like Clary and Jace. (There are more, but you're going to have to read it to find out who.) I have to say, I was a whole lot more happy when the previous characters were in the story, because it's like seeing your best friend after a really long time. There's no other way to describe the feeling. Like I read the book because it was really good, but I'm also very emotionally invested in seeing what happens to the older characters, as well as the new ones. Haha, I was so excited about getting back into the book that from the very first line I was squealing in delight. And also, just so excited and happy at action scenes, humor scenes, awkward scenes and Jace scenes that I was literally squealing in delight and FANNING myself. Yeah. I'm weird, I'll be the first to admit that. 10/10 stars, but really, are you even surprised? There is nothing about this book that wasn't absolutely perfect. Even the ending, it was... horrifying and I would do anything to change it, it was still well written and good for the plot. But still, haha I was so bitter about the ending I refused to write 10/10 on my notebook when I'd finished because just... no. Now let's get into the book discussion, shall we? SPOILERS BELOW FOR LORD OF SHADOWS I love the Jace-Kit relationship, I feel like we have a lot more to see from that. And just. Aw. I love everything about Jace, but we already knew that, didn't we? My question is-- why don't we see any Clary-Kit scenes before Jace and Clary are leaving for Faerie? He's basically in the EXACT SAME situation as she was, except he knew about the Shadowworld and she didn't. She could've really helped him adjust. I wasn't exactly sure how I'd felt about Kit at first, but by the end of the book I loved him. I loved seeing him come to accept his Shadowhunter heritage and realize that he wanted to be a Shadowhunter, I loved seeing his relationship with Livvy (still crying) and Ty. Something that was simply not acceptable about this book was Clary saying she thinks she'll die soon. Yeah. I literally wrote in my notes "WHAT THE FUCKING CLARY WILL NOT FUCKING DIE. CASSIE YOU LIAR." Haha, yeah that hurt me emotionally. Though I'm not actually going to hate Cassie for killing Clary, if she does, which I doubt she will, because Clary is her character and I'm sure it would be good for the plot if Cassie did it. It was nice to flashback to Tales from the Shadowhunter Academy with Jon and Marisol, but then Jon was beheaded so... okay then. The part that said some like "Most of them had been scribbled in by some idiot named Will H." I absolutely died, especially since Will is Kit's (amazing) ancestor. I just loved all the references in the London Institute to the Infernal Devices characters and to the Last Hours characters (anyone want to tell me what's up with Lucie and Jessie? If you're confused *laughs* me too, but I'm a bit intrigued and super excited as well.) BUT HOW THE FUCK IS BRIDGET STILL ALIVE? TID TAKES PLACE IN 1878. SHE'S MORTAL. HOW IS SHE STILL ALIVE? Like, yeah that's definitely Bridget because she remembered the scones thing (Oh, Gideon, I'll never stop loving you), but HOW IS SHE STILL ALIVE?!! It's 2012!!!! (In the book). Also guys, the Warlock that helps them is named "Shade" everyone is freaking out about how that's Ragnor because the green skin... But guys, really? His name is Shade.  I feel like that has to be a reference to Mortmain's father, whose name was Shade. Then Magnus shows up and gets them out of there safely. I was so excited to see Magnus again, because it's Magnus and BECAUSE IT MEANS ALEC. My lovely Alec. Lol also Magnus of course is the one who pops in when Julian and Emma are in bed together. He's been very good at popping in at inopportune moments. I actually really started liking Kieran in this book. I'm going to plant my feet firmly when I say I SHIP Mark and Cristina, but really I really really started to like Kieran. When Emma mentioned that Cristina was on a ship to a three way with the boys, I think she voiced all of our thoughts. Also Mark thinks at one point he really has a thing for dark haired people. Lol, Mark. Me too, buddy, me too. Reading Ty's letter to Annabel was adorable. It was just so cute. I loved it. But now that we've brought the subject up, I guess it's time to rant. ANNABEL HOW FUCKING DARE YOU. YOU KILLED YOUR OWN KIN (okay, your own kin killed you, but let's ignore that for a moment). YOU KILLED YOU OWN KIN. YOU KILLED LIVVY HOW COULD YOU. THAT WAS NOT RIGHT. I WAS WILLING TO GIVE YOU A CHANCE. YOU SEEMED LIKE A FAIRLY DECENT CHARACTER WHO I FELT SYMPATHY FOR AND THEN YOU HAD TO GO AND RUIN EVERYTHING BY BEING A SPAZ AND A BITCH ANDKILLING ROBERT (IZZY WONT HAVE HER FATHER TO WALK HER DOWN THE ISLE) AND KILLING LIVVY. NO. NO. I LOVED LIVVY. I LOVE LIVVY. SHE CANNOT BE DEAD. THIS IS A MAGICAL WORLD. SOMEONE FUCKING BRING LIVVY BACK RIGHT NOW. (Actually, I feel like Julian might actually use the Black Volume to bring Livvy back, but still...) CASSANDRA I KNOW YOU HAVE A THING FOR KILLING A CHILD MIDWAY THROUGH THE SERIES AND MAX WAS BAD, BUT IT WAS OKAY. NOT LIVVY THOUGH. HOW THE HELL COULD LIVVY BE KILLED? EVERYTHING WAS GOING TO BE OKAY, WHICH IS WHY WE ALL KNEW IT WOULDN'T BE BECAUSE NO MIDDLE BOOK ENDS OKAY, BUT STILL. OMG HOW COULD THAT HAPPEN. I CAN'T EVEN. THIS BOOK JUST KILLED MY SOUL. HOW COULD WHYYYYY. Alright. If you couldn't tell, I'm real hurt and salty about Livvy dying, and Robert too. Annabel, you crazy bitch. And also, WHY COULDN'T THEY JUST FUCKING USE THE MORTAL SWORD ON ZARA DUCKING DEARBORN. Why? Now it's BROKEN so we can't actual know the real FUCKING TRUTH. Yeah. This subject makes me a little emotional. If you couldn't tell. Well, I'm getting a little tired of typing. If any other vital things pop into my head, I'll be sure to make another book discussion post. :) That was a fake smile. My soul has been shattered by that book ending. "'We are but dust and shadows," said Ty, not looking up from his book. "Some of use are very handsome dust," Jace added, as the door flew open and stuck her head in. "Come to the library," she announced. "The tentacle is starting to dissolve." "You drive me wild with your sexy talk," said Jace, pulling on his gear jacket.'" *squeals* Clace is everything good about life. __ "'We'll have to get our energy the old-fashioned way." Mark looked puzzled. "Drugs?'" __ "'The first time we watched Titanic, you cried." "I have seasonal allergies.'" ___ "'The Herondales have always been famous for their good looks," said Bridget, "but if you ask me, the Lightwoods are the more sexually charismatic of the bunch." Alec spit out his tea. Magnus seemed to be keeping a straight face, but with an effort.'" ___ "Really? You all have to sleep with Magnus Bane? How exciting for you." Thanks for reading! ​-Anj

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Hwaiting - Prologue

4.5.2016, 9 pm

Korea,Seoul,BigBang`s changing room

The silence in the room while the members were getting out of their practicing clothing and into their normal clothes was suddenly interrupted by the muffled ringing of a phone. Daesung, currently pulling his shirt over his head, looked at the smaller man next him who was vacantly staring at one of the posters on the wall “Jiyong, that´s yours”, he reminded him. “Err...yeah, sure”, even said man quickly blinked and started to search through his stuff for his jeans where he had put his phone. “He looked as if he saw a naked woman”, Seungri grinned from the other side of the room. “Well, there actually is a naked women on the poster, if you haven´t noticed in the past few years, but...”, Seunghyun said but got interrupted by Youngbae; “As if he wouldn´t know that” “Shhh!”, Jiyong had found his phone, looking onto the display; “It´s the CEO”  “Maybe Seungri got too many solo parts again”, Youngbae whispered, earning a muffled laugh from the others, except for their youngest member, who hit him with the next thing he could grab; in this case a shoe. The others just laughed even more but were shushed by their leader who was rolling his eyes and trying to stay serious, now accepting the phone call. “Annyeong? …Yes, we just had a dance practice, everything went pretty well...Uhm, no, actually not...Tomorrow already? For how long? ...Alright, thanks for letting me know...Ok, bye” Frowning he stuffed his phone into his pocket again. “Did anyone of you know about the new dancers?” “New dancers?”, the others echoed. “Yeah, seems like a group of five dancers from Germany will be here tomorrow and replace our current ones” “Tomorrow already? And why from Germany?”, Daesung asked, buckling his belt and sitting down on one of the couches. “Something like an exchange of background dancers between YG Entertainment and some universities and other institutes to get a littlebit more international and stuff. We should´ve known that before but somehow everybody forgot to tell us”, slightly annoyed he shrugged and sat down next to the other members on the couch. “Do Germans look good?”, was Seungri´s first question while typing something on his phone. “I don´t know...Seriously?!”, Jiyong, leaning over and looking at what he just searched on google, sighed; “I´m more worried about how they are supposed to learn all the choreography we already have till now...But Germans are said to be ambitious, right? Hopefully they won´t affect the upcoming concerts in any bad ways” “I don´t think so”, Daesung just said, shaking his head. After talking a bit about the news, Youngbae´s phone ringed. “Gotta go, see you tomorrow morning!” After a while the other members also went home, each one with different thoughts about the new dancers...

  4:13 pm

Germany,Neumarkt i.d.Opf.

“Girls, I don´t understand a word, plus Skype´s a bitch again”, trying to fix the group chat she currently was in with the four other girls on Skype, Katja laughed at the awkwardly frozen videos of the others. “My computer nearly crashed a few minutes earlier, too”, Katha sighted “I gave up on having the videos on, I just turned them off, works better.”, Yana´s voice sounded muffled, she most likely got lost in the chaos of her closet. “ANNA, I found your socks! The pink ones, I mean. They were in the back of my closet!” “You did? Finally!”, suddenly Anna´s voice also was on her best friend´s end of the chat. “You seriously are both skyping even though you´re living in the same flat? Baka...”, Katja had to grin and finally the videos were working again. Yana was trying to throw the socks at Anna now but failed and not even hit her once, Katha was looking through her traveling documents again and checked if everything was there and Hanna held two pairs of pants in her hands, comparing them. “Shit!”, she suddenly frowned. “What is it?”, was immediately asked four times. “I forgot the Korean word for ´Pants”! Again! This can´t be true!”, she ruffled through her hair. “If you want one of the boys to take off his pants just do it by yourself without asking”, Yana suggested grinning while shoving Anna together with the pair of socks out of her room. “Wasn´t it ´baji´?”, Katja asked snickering. “Right, it was...Why do I keep forgetting this word? It can´t be that hard, can it?” “Don´t worry, your Korean is damn good! I mean, you´ve been learning the language for some years now, compared to us...Katja and Katha are also really good in understanding and speaking because of all these years as kPop-fans, but look at me or Anna. I started learning about two months ago, I just hope, I´ll manage to talk in a mixture between Japanese, English and Korean. And Anna...most likely started to learn some phrases just yesterday”, Yana calmed her down, putting her washbag into her suitcase and tried to close it while sitting down on top of it to condense the content. “Hey!”, Anna shouted but was interrupted by Katha; “We should talk about this at the airport. Our plane leaves in about four hours, so you should keep an eye on the clock to catch a train to Munich early enough” “Only four hours? Oh my gosh!” “We should end the chat and get ready then” “Yeah, we definitely should”, Katja nodded, looking through the leftover pieces of clothing in her dresser. “Wait, wait, wait! Do I see a red dress there?”, Katha asked, staring closely at the screen of her computer. “Uhm...yeah...but I´m not sure...” “Take it with you! Take it with you!”, suddenly also Hanna demanded. “If you say so...”, Katja mumbled and put the red leather dress into her hand luggage as she was too lazy to open her suitcase that had been completely packed for a whole week already. “However, I really need to go now, my train leaves in half an hour and I have to say goodbye to my family and stuff. Where are we gonna meet at the airport?” “I´d say, at the gate”, Yana suggested and the others nodded. “See you then!” “Gosh, I´m so excited...” “Same here” “Annyeong!” Several good-byes were said, then Katja quit the chat, switched off her laptop and put it into her backpack.

  6:37 pm

Germany,Munich,Airport Gate C

Silently Hanna, Katha and Katja, who had already met by coincidence at the check-in, approached Anna and Yana, sitting with their backs to them and watching the planes take off and land in front of the big window, and quickly grabbed their shoulders. Letting out a shocked cry, the red-haired girl cringed heavily while her purple haired friend just laughed at all the people turning around to Yana´s loud cry. “You...you can´t just scare me like that!”, even said person complained but couldn´t help but laugh along with the others as the big hugging and greeting started. Finally, they sat down, nervously staring out of the window for a while and checking their social media. After a few minutes, everybody started to talk again at once, causing the five to laugh. “This is slowly gettin´ so real...” “Yeah...I really wonder how everything´s gonna be there...The people, the food and stuff, the language barrier, the dancing and especially BigBang...” “What if they´ll hate us or something?!” Once they had started to talk, they didn´t stop for the next hour, till the boarding of their flight was announced. “Whoop whoop, time for business class”, Anna grinned, waving around in the air with her ticket and got up to lead the others to the desk. Once they all were on the plane, time just seemed to fly away. They spent the first hour with battling each other through the on-board games, then the dinner was served but the excitement was just too big so they just barely ate anything and stuffed all the packaged food into their hand luggage. Then they tried to revise and learn a bit Korean and somehow ended up watching movies in Korean for a few hours. At some point Katja had fallen asleep, so the others tried to follow her example but they weren´t successful, so they listened to some kPop and eventually danced to Dope, Fantastic Baby and some other songs on the small space between the seats until a stewardess noticed it and asked them to sit down again. Silently laughing they did and even slept for a few hours. When they woke up one after one after some time, they decided it was time to eat something and ate the things they had put aside during dinner but as they were still hungry after that, they snuck some rolls from the nearby kitchen and had some sort of very late midnight snack. After that everyone spent the last few hours different until the breakfast was served and an announcement told them they would be landing soon which got them so excited that they nearly started to scream through the whole plane. They had been staring out of the windows for a few minutes when the plane´s wheels touched the ground which earned a cheer from the five girls. “We´re in Koreaaa!” Smiling like idiots they got off the plane and succeeded the process of arriving at the airport, staring wide-eyed at all the Korean writing and advertisement, listing fascinated to all the Korean that was suddenly spoken everywhere around them. They were picked up by a driver and driven to the hotel where they would stay for the first few days. In one hour they quickly showered, got into some nicer clothing and put on some make-up as they would soon meet Big Bang for the first time. It originally was planned that they would´ve met the CEO first but he was busy, so they would spend the afternoon with Big Bang and go back to their hotel early because of the jetlag. Being so excited and tired at the same time was a deadly mixture as they noticed when talking about completely weird stuff on their way to the YG headquarters. Trying to calm down and get serious again, they walked up the stairs to the floor on which amongst others Big Bang´s and their dancers´ group rooms and dancing studios were. Luckily Hanna and Katha had translated everything since they got here as the others were just too stunned and excited about every single thing, the only Korean word they were able to say at the moment was ´Annyeong´. And then, they stood in front of the door which simply said ´Big Bang´.