#also super bad lighting at 3am in my tiny little apartment

[coldmorte]

2, 4 and 13 (I always need more fic recommendations!) ❤️❤️❤️

Hello again, my dear! 💜💜💜

You are asking the tough questions, and I love it. Keeping me distracted from my homework, which is always nice. Thank you 😘

2) Favorite Dutch quote?

I have 3 written in my journal that I really like. However, I’ll choose one of them with something special attached. I’ve NEVER posted any artwork before (and it’s nowhereeee near as incredible as yours 😵), but here’s a quick sketch I created during a boring class (sorry it’s such a bad picture ahhh):

Transcription - “We are dreamers in an ever duller world of facts”

4) Favorite Dutch camp interaction?

Oh, this is so difficult. Gahhhh!! There are so many I could choose for this?? I think I’m gonna go with the “good people do bad things” interaction with Hosea in Chapter 3. It’s heartfelt and thought-provoking. (Not to mention, a little part of me dies every time I get to hear Dutch say “daddy”)

https://youtu.be/JgZYGUwA7Gs

Although, I also really love the “GODDAMN SNAKES” interaction in Chapter 6 because it’s absolutely hilarious. It’s terrible, but I can’t deny that it cracks me the hell up.

13) What are you top 3 favorite RDR2 fanfics involving Dutch?

I don't usually rank things (especially when it comes to fics). Sooo, since you said you needed more recs that you haven’t read yet, I picked out 3 that are all really, really wonderful! They all deserve more attention, and hopefully, they give you fresh stories to explore. I enjoyed these all quite a bit, and I believe you will, too 🥰🥰🥰

Riders on the Beach by Toast_Senpai -- I have a hard time writing lighthearted VDM fics, so I really appreciate it when others do it well!! This is a very fine example!

Opportunities by @lukasvdm -- Mmm I absolutely LOVE the dynamics of this fic!!! Super brilliant and unusual in the absolute best way possible. Delicious.

Affection by @woman-with-no-name -- I've only recently started getting into reader stuff, and this fic is phenomenal. It captures my feelings towards Dutch so perfectly, and it fully deserves all the love I can give it!! Stunning!

Anyway, I hope these answers were worth the wait! You're always welcome to ask things (keep the faith!!!) ❤️🖤

#I hope it's okay that I tagged and linked for the fics <3 <3 <3 I couldn't find a Tumblr for the first one though?? #there are soooo many wonderful fics though good grief the talent in this fandom is amazing to see #bless you all! #vandermorgan #dutch van der linde #Arthur morgan #Hosea matthews #ask game #ask #zennifer #artwork #mine #basic I know :.) #also super bad lighting at 3am in my tiny little apartment #kasjdgldkas

[spenciebabie]

This is a request from @mggbler! Thanks for asking, I loved writing this, I hope you like it!

The blurb was written for this gif.

The Girl Next Door

Spencer and his neighbor have been friends since he moved in. Just friends, so why was he feeling so jealous?

A/N: I got super carried away with this one, I really don’t think I’m capable of writing something under 1000 words. But I was inspired so what are you gonna do

Warnings: smut, nothing too explicit, masturbation (male and female), implied sex, kissing

Words: 1.6k

They’d been friends since the day Spencer moved into the building. She knew the place next door had been on the market for a while and was beyond excited to find out it was another person her own age moving in. Their building was packed with people who’d lived there since the place was built. Not that she hadn’t made friends with them too, it was just nice to have some fresh blood.

She’d brought over a bottle of wine and baked a plate of cookies to welcome him to the building. And his heart instantly swelled with gratitude. They became fast friends, Spencer had never had many of those, and he certainly hadn’t had many outside of work, so he welcomed the connection with open arms.

She was so easy to talk to that it never felt like a burden, or even effort to hang out with her. It always felt simple, and it always felt good.

Until about a year ago. Something shifted and he couldn’t really pinpoint when exactly it happened but I did. Spencer knew she was pretty, she had been from that first day she popped into his doorframe. But Spencer didn’t only care about pretty, he wasn’t the type of person to fall in love with the way someone looked, he fell in love with personality first.

He thinks it might’ve been last November, when he came home from a particularly bad case at 3am and she was outside his door at 3:05. Sleep in her eyes still in her pajamas, when she heard sounds coming from the hall she knew it was him, and something in her knew he needed company. And he realized that he needed her, that he loved her. But that love complicated things.

——

Their apartments are mirror images of each other, which was jarring at first, to walk into a backwards version of your own apartment, but the decorations are all a little different. It was just funny at first but since November it had become a problem.

Because of the layout, their bedrooms backed onto one another, worse still, the headboards of each of their beds were right up against the same paper thin wall.

This hadn’t been a real problem before but since he’d realized his feelings, and since she’d started going on more dates, it was starting to grate on Spencer.

Every time she left for a date he’d have a horrible sinking feeling in his stomach. He couldn’t sleep because he’d sit up waiting, listening intently for the sound of her coming in from the date, hoping desperately that she was alone.

And on the occasions that she was he’d feel relief, and then he’d feel horrible for feeling relieved that she’d had a bad time. But on the occasions that she wasn’t alone he’d feel even worse.

He hated the way he could hear her gentle moans, the way she’d cry out a muffled name as her headboard rocked against their shared wall. He loved the noises she made, more than anything, but he hated the noises that came from the other person in there with her. The person that was making her feel that way.

Sometimes he’d get lucky and it would be over quickly. Other times he’d get unlucky and he’d wake up to the same perfect moans the following morning.

Most of the time if he heard it starting he’d just get up and sleep on the couch.

Those paper thin walls could be a blessing at other times. On the occasions that he knew she didn’t have a date, that she was alone in her room. And he’d hear those same beautiful, filthy sounds. Sometimes he could hear the gentle hum of her vibrator, other times he wouldn’t, but the outcome would be the same. She’d moan and cry and if he was lucky, and she was particularly loud, he could sometimes hear her heavy panting.

On those occasions he’d let his own hand drift under the covers and into his boxers. He’d touch himself, stroking along his hard length while he listened. Screwing his eyes shut so that he could picture what might be happening on the other side of the wall, what was she wearing, or not wearing, what position was she lying in, how many fingers was she using, or did she have other toys. And more than anything, he wondered what she was picturing herself.

But when that happened he’d feel terrible almost immediately afterwards. It felt like an invasion of privacy but he really couldn’t help himself any more.

— —

When he arrives home that evening he’s barely got time to leave his satchel down before there’s a knock at his door. He knows who it is, it couldn’t be anyone else.

When he opens it she’s not dressed like she usually is. She’s in a little red dress. The kind with the tiny little straps that held it up, and the tie that wraps it snug around her waist. It cuts off at the mid thigh and he has to force himself to stop looking.

That’s when his eyes land on the bottle of wine in her hand and for a second he feels excited. She was coming over here dressed like that to see him!

“Have you got an corkscrew?” is the first thing she says, “I can’t find mine?”

He nods and steps aside to let her in, while he goes to rummage in the kitchen for his opener. She follows him to the kitchen and leans herself against the countertop.

When he finds it he hands it to her and she pops open the cork.

“Thanks Spence, you’re a lifesaver” she hands it back to him, and he roots through the cupboard for some glasses.

“You want a glass?” She asks, pouring her own and he nods, so she fills one up for him too.

Before he can ask what the occasion is she volunteers the information herself.

“I’ve got a date in like 20 minutes and I’m too nervous, I thought I’d have a drink to calm down but then I couldn’t find my corkscrew and I just made myself more nervous looking for it” she rushes out with a light laugh.

“Oh, cool” he says, and he tries desperately to keep his emotions under control but his heart felt like it was physically aching.

“I should actually head back in there and get ready, I gotta leave soon. You can keep the rest of that bottle, I’ll return the glass later!” She calls out as she wanders back towards his door. “Bye Spence”

“Good luck” he calls down the hall after her, and he wishes he meant it.

— —

Two hours go by and he’s mentally preparing himself for a night spent on the couch when there’s a light knock at his door.

It’s Y/N, and she looks as perfect as she did earlier, and something in him notices that her lipstick is still completely intact. She’s holding his wine glass from earlier and she hands it out to him.

“Here, thanks, but it didn’t do me much good” she frowns a little, and he yet again feels awful that it brings him so much relief.

“Do you wanna come in?” He asks, and he knows he shouldn’t.

“Yeah okay, another glass might help me now” she chuckles and she takes the wine glass back from him.

They sit next to each other on the couch and finish off the bottle together. She always feels so at ease in Spencer’s apartment. Maybe it’s because it was just like her own. But really she knew it was because he lived there, he just made her feel so comfortable, so happy, so loved.

And she also knew that’s why none of her dates had ever gotten a second, and why her date this evening had gone so badly.

None of them made her feel the way that Spencer did. None of them looked at her the way his eyes were looking at her now. And she knew she wouldn’t feel anything close to the love she felt for Spencer for anyone else.

“Spence?” She asks, placing her glass back on the coffee table, “do you ever think about us?”

“Us?” He asks, unsure

“Yeah” she pauses and takes in a deep breath, “Like how we get on so well, and how long we’ve known each other?”

“I mean— I guess so? Why?” He doesn’t want to presume anything about the direction of her train of thought but his heart is absolutely pounding.

“Well, I think what I’m getting at is, why haven’t you done this yet?”

“Done wh—” before he can finish the question her lips are on his. Soft and sweet, and they they taste like red wine, and it’s more perfect than he ever could’ve imagined.

When she pulls back she’s terrified that she’s misread the situation and ruined their friendship forever.

But he’s just staring at her with nothing but pure adoration.

“I didn’t know— I didn’t think— you like me?” He asks, his voice is so soft and sweet.

“I love you Spence” she says it with such conviction and his heart almost bursts in his chest.

“I love you too” he rushes out and then his mouth is on hers again.

This time it’s more feverish, hungry and excited to make up for lost time.

She leans over closer to him and he pulls her tighter against him, placing his hand on the underside of her bare thigh. He can’t believe this is really happening.

Moving against him, her hands splayed out against his chest she pulls back for a moment and looks down at him with half lidded eyes.

“Bedroom?”

#spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader smut #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid angst #spencer reid x reader #mgg smut #mgg imagine #mgg blurb #Matthew gray gubler smut #Matthew gray gubler imagine #Matthew gray gubler blurb #Matthew gray gubler x reader #blurb #blurbs #fav

[365daysofsasuhina]

[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Three Hundred Thirty-Nine: File Folder ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

When his alarm sounds, blaring from the speaker of his phone, Sasuke gives a groan and rolls over. A hand fishes around for the device, managing (after several fumbles) to silence the damn thing.

Once his room is quiet again, he sighs and sinks back atop the mattress.

...it’s Tuesday. He has work today.

Ugh.

An arm slung over his eyes, he shifts it up to his brow, staring at his ceiling. Most of the room is dark save for a soft glow that peeks out from a tiny gap above his window’s blinds. The entire space looks blue. Mind oddly blank, he takes a minute or two to let his brain catch up, and then heaves himself up out of bed with a grunt.

Footsteps take him to the shower, which quickly fills with hot water. To this day, he doesn’t know how Itachi manages those cold ones. He’d sooner cut off his left hand. Whatever benefits the elder brother claims they have are not worth it. Within seven minutes he’s back out, toweling off and getting dressed. Lacing up his shoes, he abandons the apartment bedroom and heads instead into the belly of the flat. Breakfast is two hard boiled eggs and toast, all washed down with a cup of coffee. While he indulges in meals out fairly often, today just feels like a morning in kind of day.

Finally checking his phone, he notes the small nine-plus on his messages. Seems he was pretty popular after heading to bed last -

...oh.

Opening his messages, he can’t help a flinch. They’re all (but one) from Sakura. The extra is from his brother, reminding him of a meeting they have this afternoon with a client. The rest he builds up courage for before opening.

It’s a long tirade that bounces between anger, woe-is-me, accusations, pleads for pity...a typical Sakura exchange. Seems her being fired yesterday didn’t go over well...and she is, as he predicted, blaming him. Claiming it’s all an elaborate hoax to get her out of his hair.

...well, she’s half right. His father’s decision to remove her was a good segue into him telling her he really isn’t interested anymore. But it wasn’t him who suggested or thought up the move. That was entirely on Fugaku, but...good luck convincing her of that with her mind already made up for his guilt.

Heaving a heavy sigh, he decides to try and head off a reply now.

Sakura, it wasn’t my decision, it was my father’s. I was just as surprised as you were. But you’re right - I think this is as good a sign as any that we need to get some distance. Whatever that was between us...it’s been over for a while now. I have to get to work. For now, we both have some adjusting to do. Good luck.

Maybe a bit blunter than he meant it to sound, but...he’s rather sick of her attitude, anyway.

And all of this reminds him of what, instead, is waiting for him at work.

In the interim as Fugaku finds his younger son a new permanent secretary, Sasuke’s been assigned a temporary one: a girl from their billing department is filling in until a new hire is found. She’s only been there since yesterday, and admittedly Sasuke didn’t see much of her - she spent a great deal of time being walked through the process by Itachi’s assistant. Thankfully Sasuke’s day had been pretty light, and he hadn’t really needed her for anything.

...there’s just one problem.

She’s really cute.

And Fugaku had given him a lecture about office romances when he’d broken the news about Sakura’s being let go, citing his fallout with her as a small but real part of her being fired. But Sakura, to be fair, hadn’t really been much of anything except a casual, once-in-a-blue moon sort of deal. Her ‘distraction’ had been minimal at best, and it was far more her behavior that got her sacked. Sasuke’s attitude toward her making her sour had just been a chip off the iceberg.

Now she’s out of the picture, and Hinata - the girl from billing - will be there two weeks tops, according to his father. Then back to billing she’ll go, several floors down. And Sasuke’s new help, as Fugaku warned, will be someone he won’t be too keen on sleeping with, in hopes of curbing his tendency to make the office...tense.

Which, in his mind, isn’t wholly fair. Sakura was the one who made it such a big deal...and it was the only time it happened. It wasn’t like he had a list ten people long he’s messed around with! The way Fugaku spoke made it sound like a bad habit…

But now he’s got this to deal with. Hinata. Unlike Sakura, she’s been charming, sweet, and far more polite. As much as he hated to admit it...he was a bit smitten almost immediately. And he did not want to prove his father right. So, he’d holed himself up in his office, watching through the windows as she got mini lessons from the other secretary.

So...what to do. She won’t be in the department forever - and Fugaku had, even if he hadn’t been wholly serious, suggested that being that removed would make any possible relations more...excusable. Should things go south, they wouldn’t be forced into close quarters like he and Sakura had been.

But his pride also tells him it’s a dumb idea if only because he knows his father will give him shit about it.

Scowling to himself, Sasuke glances at his phone - he’d better get going, or he’s going to be late.

He can’t avoid her forever.

Thankfully it’s a short drive to the proper building, and then an elevator ride to the right floor. It’s already bustling - any day a new client comes to have talks, it’s all the executive department can talk about. Itachi’s already agreed to brief him on it - it’s rather last minute, arranged over the weekend and only confirmed yesterday morning.

...to his honest surprise, she’s already there.

Back to him, she’s fishing through a file cabinet by her desk. The top drawer is just a little too tall for her, stood on her tiptoes to peer into it. She’s got a pencil skirt, a dark purple in color that matches the jacket she has on. Dark leggings run all the way down to her shoes, which have just a hint of heel (and yet still not enough to see what she’s looking for). While it had been down yesterday, her hair is caught up in a neat bun this morning.

To his own aggravation, he finds himself subtly giving her backside a glance. He can’t really help himself - that skirt is just -

“Aha!”

Startled from his staring, Sasuke makes to appear as though he’s just approaching, watching as Hinata fetches a file folder before closing the drawer and smiling. “Find what you you were looking for?”

It’s her turn to jump a bit, not expecting him to be so close. “O-oh! Mr. - um...Sasuke! You got a flag from your brother asking you to look over some, um...some forms that pertain to your meeting this afternoon. I believe these are the c-correct ones.”

Head tilting in interest, he accepts the file and skims through it. “Seem to be. I’ll double check with him just to be sure. Thanks for digging them out.”

“Of course!”

Shutting the folder, he looks back up to her. “...seems you’re settling in okay. Anything giving you grief yet?”

“Not so far, no...a-any questions I’ve had, your brother’s assistant has been able to help me with! I think I have the hang of the b-basics. I’ve been trying not to bother her too much...I want to try to get the r-rest on my own. Unless, um...unless something pressing comes up, of course. I don’t want to waste any of your time -”

“It’s fine. It’s pretty rare anything has less than a day’s turnaround. And if they do, you’ll know, and she can help you.”

A light shade of flustered pink alights her cheeks, and he inwardly curses. “Ah...all right. Well, um...I’ll let you get to it! Your brother wanted you to l-look over those forms sometime before this afternoon, so...I don’t want to distract you.”

“All right - I’ll page you if anything else comes up.”

“Got it!”

Taking the file with him, he closes the door to his office and sets it on his desk, standing for a moment with a heavy sigh.

...this isn’t going well. It isn’t going well at all. Why did it have to be her out of anyone in billing? She’s so damn distracting! And not in bad ways, he just...really doesn’t need this right now. Any other time…

A hand reaches and eases at the tension in his brow. Well...best he start going over the paperwork. He rarely has to do much in meetings like this - mostly just pay attention and help make sure nothing is awry - another pair of eyes and ears. But Itachi seems a bit more serious about this one than usual, so...best he put in the effort.

And maybe it’ll help get other things off his mind...

                                                       .oOo.

     (This is a sequel to day 262!)      The sequel no one saw coming xD I know continuing this one - especially almost 100 days later - is SUPER random, but I couldn't NOT do something office related with a prompt like 'file folder' lol - and I like this concept anyway =w=      Poor Sasuke. He goes from a not-great hookup with one secretary (and getting in trouble for it) to having one even CUTER and more appealing show up! He just can't catch a break! Well...maybe once she goes back to billing, he can give this a shot. Otherwise, his pride (and his dad xD) won't stand for it.      Anywho, I'm still UBER behind, like...17? 18 days? I can't math, but uh...a lot. idk if I'll really have time to do much catching up before the end of the year, but obviously at least SOME of it will spill over into 2020. Whoops? Can't really be helped though, life has just been too much to keep up here like I wanted, but...I won't get too much into that. This was Dec 5's prompt, and uh...well, it's 3am, so it's technically the 23 here, so...yeah, I'm very behind :'D But I'll finish up whenever I can - just wanted to reiterate that, aha~      But for now, it's late, as always...I need to sleep. Thanks for reading!

#sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #best years of your life [ au ] #365daysofsasuhina

[geniuscloud]

All The Colours of You- Woozi// Lee Jihoon (Seventeen)

Hey so i’m back trying to write occasionally! I’m going to start doing more groups, because I was always too scared or too lazy to do other groups but I’m gonna actually start writing about my ultimate fave groups like Seventeen and EXO.

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Genre: Fluff and Angst

Woozi (Jihoon) X Unamed female OC

Soulmate!AU

Warnings: It’s angsty. 

The world we live in is seen in black and white until you meet your soulmate. 

I remember the first day I met her; my soulmate.  

I was walking back from the studio around 3am, when I decided to stop by the convenience store for snacks. Just something small that I'd be able to finish on the walk back to the dorm so I didn't get hounded by the rest of the members. They honestly were like a pack of dogs when it came to treats. I remember the night so clearly. It was cold enough to see my breath, I had my hood pulled up over my head, earphones tucked in with no music playing simply to silence the world around me. If you had headphones in, nobody dared to talk to you, but silence was something I needed after spending so many hours slaving over my music.  

I pushed open the door to the store, hearing the bell ding, and my nose flooded with the smell of old floor cleaner. The silence was instantly taken away by the noises of a girl arguing with the cashier. "Sir, I just need to use the washroom, please?"

"You're not buying anything, why would I let you use my washroom? The sign specifically says no public restroom," the cashier argued.  

"Please? My friend has my wallet! I'm not from this city and my hotel is way too far... I'd go somewhere else but everywhere is closed! Sir, please I-I just have to pee," She whined.

Seriously, the guy wouldn't let the girl use the bathroom? I rolled my eyes, telling myself not to get involved. Though when the cashier told her to go take her sob story somewhere else, I sighed, grabbing a chocolate bar and going up to the till. "If I buy something for her, will you let the poor girl use your bathroom?"

The cashier was a little stunned, and just awkwardly nodded. With the biggest sigh of relief, the girl turned to me, grabbing my arm to thank me as she rushed off towards the back of the store. Even if I saw her face for a brief second, I already had it memorized as if I had been staring for hours. Her slim featured face, perfectly cat shaped eyes, and small lips that were formed into a smile. She was beautiful. I stood in awe as the world around me began to change just from that brief moment. You may think that maybe saying my world changed was a little too dramatic, but it was an understatement. I knew she was my soulmate from that moment on, because suddenly... My world had color.  

You see, we live in a soulmate universe where the world is seen in black and white, but once you meet your soulmate the greyscale haze is lifted and the world becomes color. Everything around me suddenly turned changed. The floors were a tanned orange color, the shelves were grey and green.  I remember stumbling back from the counter looking around in awe as my hoodie became navy blue right before my eyes. Then I heard the bathroom door open up again to see her quietly walk out. Our eyes met instantly, and she shyly approached me. Her dark brown eyes kept changing their position from me, to the floor. Soft pink lips were pursed together as the nerves built up with each step that got closer. "I was hoping you waited for me... After that happened."

"Y-yeah I did. I mean it just happened so suddenly and I couldn't just leave after all this happened. Considering you are my soulmate after all..." I awkwardly replied.

"I guess so. Hmm so, you're my soulmate?" She said studying me briefly.

"Are you disappointed?"

"Why would I be?"

"Because by the looks of it, we're the same height..." I muttered.

"So? You're really cute, and I'm not superficial enough to repulse a soulmate due to something so minor like height. Anyways, what is your name?"

"I'm Lee Jihoon, but I'm also known as Woozi by my friends."

"I know who you are, haha. I just really wanted to hear you say your own name though, thought it might be special to properly introduce yourself. I listen to your group quite a bit, you guys are really talented..."

That was how everything started for us. She instantly became my everything in life, and the void that I felt in my heart started to feel full. I always had a really hard time expressing my feelings when I was younger, because I always too scared or too proud to show how I really felt. For the longest time I was just lonely... Every love song was out of desperation for someone to love me back, and how I ultimately felt lesser than some of my friends. Seeing our fans call other members 'Hot' or 'Sexy' but seeing them comment things like "Woozi is so adorable, he's like a baby!" Or "He's so small and tiny like a little child" didn't exactly have the best effect on me. I was always kind of seen as a child due to my baby face and my height, but being with her changed how I felt about myself.  

I finally had someone I could share every part of me with, also I found out I'm actually a big fan of cuddling when it's with the right person. There is nothing I love more than just getting to hold onto her on the couch and watch a movie. I never thought I'd be this was with a significant other, but I guess I had this secret part of me that was actually as romantic as my songs are. She ended up moving into an apartment only about 15 minutes from the studio, and I come by as often as possible. We don't live with each other, because one I'm still an idol, and we've only been with each other for 8 months.  

"What's got you all happy Woozi? You're smiling like an idiot," Hoshi asked plopping down on the couch beside me.

"He's probably going to see his girlfriend after our studio session, isn't it?" Wonwoo said rolling his eyes a little.

"Yeah, I'm just going to give her a present, that's all..." I smiled fidgeting with the velvet bag in my pocket.

"Like a present or a... present" Hoshi smirked.

"I'm giving her a ring."

"Woah, hold up? like you're proposing to her already?! You know some soulmates end up just being friends, " Vernon piped up.

"No, it's just a necklace with a ring on it. My grandfather gave it to my grandma after they found each other. After my grandfather died, and my grandma's world went back to black and white, she passed it down to me to give to my soulmate. Also, yes Vernon, I do know that some soulmates are just friends, but she is definitely more than a friend to me."

"Woozi is soft now, ew" Seungkwan muttered. I smacked him on the back of the head, and started setting back up at my desk.  

A few hours later, and we were running super behind schedule. DK's voice was feeling a little too harsh to record today so we were struggling trying to get the rest of the songs done. I was beyond stressed as 5pm quickly became 1am.  

Around 1:30am was when she called me, finally replying to my text saying I probably wasn't going to be able to make it tonight and that we’d need to reschedule our date. "Hey baby I'm sorry I couldn't make it tonight..."

"It's okay, I understand. I am dating an idol after all... I do really miss you though. Can I come by even for a little bit just to keep you company? I don't have to even speak, I just really want to give you a hug," she whined.

"Of course, but can you please take a cab? It's late and I don't want you walking for like 15-20min this late at night without someone."

"I kind of want to walk, it's warm outside. Plus, I can get there in like 10 minutes if I cut through the backways of..."

I cut her off, "No going through the backstreets. During the day it's fine, but at night It's dangerous, you don't know what kind of people hang around this time at night."

"Don't worry about me Woozi, I'll be there right away. I'll run through the back streets. Nothing can keep me away from you. I'll fight all the bad guys with my bare fists and come see you," she giggled into the phone.

"Okay my little fighter, see you soon" I laughed.

"I love you Woozi."

"I love you too baby."  

I set my phone down on the counter and continued to work a little before she got here. About 10 minutes passed by and I knew she should be here soon, so I went into the bathroom and decided to wash my face to wake myself up, as well as appear a little fresher. I knew she would be worried if I looked drained. I leaned over the sink splashing myself with some water, rubbing my eyes and looking back at my face. My eyes reconnected in the mirror when suddenly the world went black and white...

That was how I met my soulmate. The girl who brought so much color into my life, and changed my entire world. I fell in love with her faster than the speed of light, and lost her almost just as quickly. I saw the world in color for only 8 sweet months, but because of her I'll always remember what it was like to live in a world so brightly light. I know somewhere she is still looking at me with that small smile of hers, begging me to try and be happy again. The only thing she wanted was my happiness, and I will try my hardest to find it again. Maybe, just maybe, she'll come back to this earth and find me again.  

#seventeen #svt #Seventeen reactions #Woozi #seventeen woozi #woozi scenarios #lee jihoon #Seventeen oneshot

[hibernianbok]

Papa Nordics hcs? Individually, not together!

I’ve been waiting for this

Denmark:

He is child in an adults body. Raising his own children would be a walk in the park! He’s always up for playing pretend or dress up with them and you better believe he will get them a mountain of Lego to play with!

Protect of his child, very. He’s one of those dads that will give his children alot of freedom but as soon as they’re going out with someone he wants to know who they are with and where. No harm shall come to them.

Dad jokes are extremely common, in fact he probably tells his child to call him ‘dadmark’! Every time he makes his child sigh or ugh he laughs and gives them a hair ruffle.

Sometimes it will feel like his child is looking after him, especially when he take them to the toy shop. On many occasions he will be the one buying the toys for his own entertainment. 

Pushes his children to their absolute limits and cheering them on every step of the way. If he knows that his child can do something he will bribe them, cheer them and whatever else to help them achieve their goals!

To annoy his child he does many things. His personal favorite being to tickling their hips till they’re crying with laughter and putting them on his shoulders (Still laughing) and running around the house!

He adores it when his child lets him do their hair, no matter the length or texture. If it’s short he gives them a quiff, if it’s long he’ll give them a danish braid! if it’s mid-way he’ll do plaited pigtails! 

Sometimes when he’s bored and his child is nearby, he’ll make a game out of trying to put his tiny hat on their head without them noticing. If he achieves it he’ll take a picture and posted it on Snap chat.

Trips to the shops to get ingredients is pretty common, he loves to bake with his child! Only the best danish pastries recipes will be taught and anyone who even smells them will being to drool!

When nobody is around or is coming over he will turn the living room into a giant pillow fort! He loves to see the look on his child’s face as they dive into the fort of pillows and blankets he’s made.

Dad rating: Everything is awesome 

Finland:

He is a very caring and fathering man, he is always doing everything he can for his children; the cooking, cleaning, general family bonding, anything to keep them happy!

Strictness wise he is rather flexible. MOST of the time he will brush of misbehavior and give his child a quick scold. Just, don’t make him angry. For the love of everything holy and your safety don’t!

The amount of worrying he does over his children is almost enough to worry about him. He is always on edge when his child is staying at a friends, you better believe he has the friends parents phone number!

You know when your mum/dad/guardian see a friend outside the shop and starts to talk for them for about fifty years? Yeah… he’s that dad. Best bring something to entertain yourself with!

He is very relaxed when it comes to emotional issues, if his children have any problems at all he’ll talk them through it and then give them words of encouragement and enthusiasm!

Also that dad that takes his children to the park and has a flock of mothers surrounding him. All of them are very kind and such, but can he please watch his baby whilst they’re swinging on the monkey bars?

One of the Parent Council dads, he is very involved in his children’s education. Plus he can prove that he’s the best at making cookies! No one can beat Santa’s cookies after all~

Speaking of being Santa, he’s children always get the best presents! But they do have to stay over at uncle Estonia’s house for Christmas eve. Only because he needs to do his job though.

Sauna days with his kids! He loves to just sit back and let the steam engulf him. If the steam is too intense for his child, they can always go for a nice swim in the pool!

He is always giving his children hugs. He will find any excuse to give his kiddo a tight snuggle, good moments and bad! Unless of course they don’t like hugs in which case, hair ruffles are good too! 

Dad rating: Baby in a box (If you don’t get that click: here)

Iceland:

At first, he has no idea what on earth he is doing. For those who are friends/family of Iceland will likely receive 3am phone calls with the topic; ‘What do I do when my child cries?’ 

He is probably that dad that is completely awkward dad that makes jokes at the wrong time, Denmark does that right? Denmark raised him so jokes are a thing that good dads do right? (Send the lad some help please)

Mr.Puffin is the official “HELP ME PARENT PLEASE!” bird, as much as it may annoy the poor puffin it will keep him busy. Family chill time is probably everyone’s favorite time.

Saying all of this, he does try his best. He tries to show his children the wonders of his land and others, as odd as it may seem he knows that the world is very large and he hopes they will see it all!

He enjoys telling them old folktales for bedtime stories! Sometimes he’ll go on for long after his child has fell asleep, so many tales that have been passed on to tell from the people lost in time.

They’re raised to be able to speak more than one language, He can get pretty embarrassed speaking his own language (Source: X (Trivia point!)). He wants his children to be able to wonder the world understand others!

School wise is eeh… He believes that education is the way too success but coming to him with homework or school drama is not the best idea. He either doesn’t know or doesn’t really care.

Discipline wise, he’s got it down to a T, he knows that as soon as the Wifi password is changed and the remotes have been hidden his child is all of a sudden going to be rather nice to him~

To add to the point above, he cannot stand bratty children. From day one he will tell them “You respect me, I respect you” and if they follow that rule then they will be very close!

He can be pretty clingy to his child, he doesn’t like to be surround by people but he’s not a big fan of being all by himself. His child will probably be around him alot to stop him from being too lonely.

Dad rating: How to be a good papa?

Norway:

The chill parent™ literally. He is very tolerant and patient with his children. He will let them do as they please as long as they stay within their boundaries. So long as they do it’s chill™

He will probably put his children on a pedestal like he does Iceland. He’s always going on about how his children are amazing and how cute they look in that outfit he bought them(like Maes from FMA? please tell me if i’m wrong)

To any out lookers, they would say that he’s got a good hand on raising his children. They would be right! Besides the mental screaming and the worrying coffee intake from lack of sleep due to worrying about them, he’s fine! 

Dad jokes are a thing, but in a weird way. His child can say anything and he would pause, stare and murmur a really bad pun under his breath. I.e. ‘Whoa, papa! Look at this!’ ‘……I can’t believe it’s not butter...’ 

He spoils his children more than he is willing to admit, they could see something on TV and he would surprise them with it the next day. He can’t really help it, he doesn’t want them to live like he used to.

Emotional stuff he’s pretty good at! He is able to sit there and listen to any problems his children are facing for hours if he must. He is also willing to hug them and sooth their worries with comforting songs!

Adores telling his children myths and folklore! Sometimes he’ll even take them on drives to the places and introduce them to the creatures that the stories are based around!

Whenever the midnight sun or the Nordic lights are on show he’ll let his children stay up to see them. Joined with the forces of caffeine and warm blankets he’ll sit outside with them all night if they want.

To him, his children are a blessing and something to live for. If he is ever lacking motivation or inspiration he’ll think about his children and BAM! You’ve got one very determined Norwegian.

He takes alot of time off work to spend with his children. He wants to be apart of their lives and for them to always know that he loves them, for him nothing is more important than his family.

Dad rating: Butter hurry up with that homework

Sweden:

This man is a papa and a half! He is already raising two kids (Sealand & Ladonia!) so the man knows what he’s doing. He is always alot more relaxed when with kids and is happy to care for them!

He is very good at keeping his children in line, how exactly? Star charts. He knows that losing a gold star is everyone’s worse nightmare and he will use this to his advantage. Gold stars are given to good kiddos only!

Want a tree house? Because his children are getting a tree mansion! Nearly all of their room’s furniture and toys are made by him, but don’t worry they’re made entirely out of love!

Super protective of his little ones! He would never let any harm come to them whether it be physically, mentally or emotionally. If anyone dares to hurt them he will be knocking on the culprits door at 3am!

Sometimes he’ll take his kids with him for a small fishing trip if the weather is right. Sure camping may be a little boring but it’s the bonding that counts! Plus fishing can be rather relaxing~

He is always willing to participate in games with his little ones, even pretend and sports! If it means that they’re gaining an interest in a possible future career or dream then he will do his best to guide them.

To his children he can seem like a rag doll at certain times, he doesn’t mind them climbing onto his shoulders or letting them borrow his glasses. If it keeps them happy and they’re safe then it’s fine.

Education wise he is the man when his children need help with homework. He will talk them through the problem and give them as much motivation as they need, sometimes in the form of pastries! 

All drawings and school achievements will have a special spot on the fridge for all to see. Any of his little ones achievements will be rewarded with a meal out wherever they want!

His absolute favorite thing in the world is to wake up with his little family all fallen asleep on the sofa with him, he thinks it’s so cute seeing them all snuggled up on top of him with a blanket covering them all~

Dad rating: Swedad

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[mollysgame]

I’m an extremely complicated person and while I obviously express a ton of stuff in my life, putting it all together in one post really made me see that what I dealt with throughout high school is scary to me. Because I know that the majority of people have to deal with so much worse. 

I have changed so much, and a lot of that is because of college. I wrote this post for myself, to see how I’ve developed and changed this year. But also because there are so many people who are waiting for their life to get just a tiny bit better and it feels like it is never going to happen. But it is possible and I hope that for anyone dealing with less or more than I did, you get your chance to move forward and take control of your life even if it’s just a small part of it. 

 I have developed and changed a bit for the good and I’m proud of myself. For anyone who feels like they are never getting anywhere, don’t let that stop you from trying one more time and having some hope. 

To start super small: I never drank before college because I have a very addictive personality. It’s something I’ve hated to accept, but it’s a very very serious thing. People point it out to me very often. Thing is, I’m able to drink, enjoy being around my friends [though I don’t party], and monitor myself while feeling safe. I definitely have pushed some boundaries, but I only learned from that and I can safely say that I am not concerned about any habits regarding alcohol. I learned limits, learned how to be safe, and who I feel safe with. It’s possible. College doesn’t have to drive every moral out of your body. But you dont EVER need to drink either. Especially if it’s not safe for your lifestyle. 

I have dealt with binging, and the lack of physical desire to eat anything. My appetite has been known to disappear completely in the light of big changes in my life. Graduating high school and beginning college took over 15 pounds from my body. I am not at a healthy weight, but just because I lost that weight, doesn’t mean I was any more healthy. Then I went through binging stages again. Now?? I still struggle, but I have a dorm filled with food and sugar and sodas and alcohol and I don’t feel like I need any of it right now. I am able to monitor myself and when I can’t, I talk to my friends that I love. I try and work through it. Now that I have control, and not my parents, I have gotten a handle on some things. 

I used to almost completely lack independence. It was scary, and my mother is still frequently worried for me. My biggest problem is sleep and attending class. I don’t have that figured out, I won’t for a long while. But I can take buses on my own, fix problems on my own, do my work alone, sleep and spend hours in my room alone. I’m not kidding; spending more than 4 hours alone at a time would leave me depressed, lonely, and self destructive. That’s terrifying to feel like that. You tell yourself no one can handle someone so needy and you hate yourself more. But being on my own taught me it’s possible and I’ve learned what distracts me, I am able to remind myself to eat, take care of myself and get things done. Whenever I begin to feel too alone, I do my make up and clean my apartment. I have a bath. I play music and walk around and just sing a bit. These habits keep me company and distract me. I also chose to have a roommate literally in the same room with me for my first semester. It’s given me a partner in crime and someone to talk things out with. Sometimes we just sit on our beds and watch netflix with headphones and it’s the healthiest “alone time” I’ll ever have. 

I can safely say that I’m no longer terrified of romantic or sexual connections with people. That doesn’t mean I have a strong desire for either, or in some cases, I actually have little to none. But I don’t have a fear of it. I have come to accept I am capable of these connections, but not reliant on them and that’s pretty cool. It took a lot of damn mistakes to come to this conclusion but that’s okay. 

With being independent comes dealing with something I am horrifyingly bad at dealing with. Pain. Algophobia: a persistent fear of pain that is more intense than the average person deals with. It may sound fake or even something that just everyone in general deals with, as no one likes pain. But I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had breakdowns over just the thought of getting sick when my family starts to get sick. I can’t explain the violent vomiting that can last hours when I have cramps because all I can fixate on is the pain. It’s the fear of having something in your body that controls you and dictates what you do that day. I’ve stayed home from classes, work, outings with friends and so on because there is a possibility I could be in pain during that day. And I literally have never admitted this to anyone, but one particular incident made me realize just how badly this could get for me. One time when in pain, I had taken over triple the amount of advil allowed within four hours and ran my short nails back and forth over my cheek enough to leave a scar that is still there. I hadn’t even noticed, I was panicking that badly. 

^ Now, I’m able to calm myself down and function like other people can when in certain levels of pain. It hasn’t gone away, I still have extreme anxiety over the thought of being in pain and it sounds so pathetic, I know, but it literally was such a driving force in my life and I hated it. I’ve been sick several times at school and I haven’t had a sobbing fit or mental breakdown yet. I’m also able to do it alone instead of waking someone up at 3am to come calm me down because I’m in pain and my panic attacks are going to make me pass out. 

#sam speaks #anxiety tw #eating disorders tw #self harm tw #<< btw i dont harm myself but i did mention one incident regarding my algophobia