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[yooneundal]

Yoon enjoying Morocco

Yoon was excited to explore, he loved traveling. So after a quick dinner, then a shower, Yoon went to bed. He figured the sooner he went to bed, the sooner he could enjoy his day off. He had a few plans already made, swimming at some point with whomever would join him. Lunch with Jian. A new country, a new twins date. Had to keep the tradition going. Sleep was hard to come by, he could see the stars outside his window, knowing he would be able to see them better tomorrow night, Yoon sighed and rolled over, closing his eyes and forcing himself to fall asleep.

Rays of light pulled Yoon from his slumber, rubbing his eyes before slowly opening them and sitting up, looking around the room trying to access where he was. A smile spread across his lips after a few moments. He climbed from the bed and got ready to go out. Changing, fixing his hair. Some basic skin care. He messaged one of the managers, one that would be joining him for adventures, Yoon had requested it. He didn’t want to get lost, not alone at least.

His phone buzzed as he was packing his bag. Breakfast was on the way, his manager would bring it up and they could leave after Yoon ate and the manager made sure he had everything he needed for the day. Once the manager dropped off the food Yoon ate quickly, brushing his teeth, and after what seemed like forever but was only about twenty minutes, Yoon was heading out into the streets, camera in hand as his manager trailed behind.

Yoon’s eyes tried to look at everything all at once, his usual fast pace slowed nearly to a crawl. The sights, sounds, smells were all new to him, and he wanted to try everything. Stopping to try a handful of treats before finding himself in a quiet neighborhood. He snapped a few photos, handing his camera over and posing for a few pictures, enjoying the warm weather. But as much as he was enjoying himself, his stomach was growling, and after checking the time realised he needed to head back to have lunch with Jian.

The walk back wasn’t as time consuming as it had been leaving, perhaps it was because Yoon wasn’t trying to stare at everything, though he spotted a cat in an alley close to the hotel. “Aww aren’t you cute.” Yoon cooed, making his way over to the cat, bending down to snap a few pictures before reaching out to scratch behind its ear. He smiled softly before standing up and snapping another picture before returning to the hotel to annoy Jian and give him the treats he had bought.

[yooneundal]

Birthday Wishes

Eundal stared at the clock on his phone as he sat curled up in a chair by his bedroom window, he could see the stars from here. The candle flickered on the single cupcake. He watched the fire slowly consume the blue and white wax. Perhaps he lit the candle too soon. He was about to blow it out and replace it with another when his phone chimed loudly. He hadn't gotten around to changing the default settings on his new phone. He closed his eyes, making his wish before blowing out the candle, plunging the idol into the dark. His phone being the only source of light at the moment. Silencing his phone, he gives a small scoff muttering to himself. "Happy Birthday Eun." Giving a sigh, he slowly got up, shuffling carefully to his desk and turning on his lap. giving it a few taps to change the color and brightness. Sitting down he pulled the candle out, licking the frosting off and tossing it aside before breaking the bottom part off the cupcake and putting it on top of the frosting. Taking a bite, he hums happily at the orange cream frosting and vanilla cake. Simple but his favorite. The room is suddenly filled with whatever the default ringtone was, causing him to smile, practically running across the room to answer it, but seeing it was his Appa he frowns. It was supposed to be Eunwol. But he answers it with a small smile. "Appa.. thank you.. yes.. you don't have to come by.. but the managers. .. they aren't happy with me about the other night.. you don't care?" A small giggle escapes Eundal before giving a soft hum.. "Okay.. see you in the morning.. love you appa.." Eundal sighs plopping onto his bed with a pout. He should go to sleep, he had a busy day, but he wanted to wait for Eunwol...He closed his eyes, spreading his arms out. He dozes off, but soon his phone is ringing once more. Blinking confused Eundal answers without reading the name. "Hello? Eun.." The sits up, suddenly wide awake, a sigh of relief and a grin on his lips. "Happy Birthday Eun." He coos. it was going to be a good day.

[yooneundal]

Dominoes

It had been too much, everything seemed to happen one right after another. Dominoes falling knocking the next one over and Eundal couldn't stop them as hard as he tried. So against his own judgement he let himself slip into a bad habit. Drinking. Just a few drinks quickly turned into a few bottles. Then a few more. Soon they doubled until he could barely sit up straight. His phone buzzing, to which the idol rolled his eyes at. Slapping way more then the cost of his drinks onto the table he waves at the shop owner, stumbling out the door and into the cold night air. The cold sobering him up just a tiny bit as Eundal stumbled away. He was angry, sad, confused, and disgusted with the lack of privacy. Eundal was angry that his brother had been stupid, he knew that the marriage wouldn't last, that his brother wasn't in love with that woman but all he could do was wish him happiness and play his role, gifting him the money to buy a home or apartment. Thus prompting his brother to move over an hour away. Abandoning Eundal, or at least that is how he how the idol saw it. Glancing at the device when it buzzed again. One of his managers this time, sent to voicemail. Eundal stumbled forward, his body taking him in the direction of home. He missed his family, he hated being at the dorms doing nothing but physical therapy. "Appa.." He whispered into the wind, his feet moving faster then before. It took him nearly an hour, falling a few times, stumbling about but he finally stood outside his father's shop and above home. Eundal had offered to buy his father a house or an apartment but he had declined, so Eundal had bought the building and gave it to his father. It wasn't big but it was home. He was sure his father would be sleeping, so he didn't want to wake him. So he stood there staring at his window for a little while. Eundal turned, too quickly and tripped over the curb, his phone flying as he hits the ground, curses fly from his lips as he crawls over to grab his phone. It's shattered and Eundal sobs, out loud. It might just be a phone but it is too much for Eundal. His sobs apparently were loud because soon a hand is shaking him, calling his name. Opening his eyes Eundal stares up his father, tears rolling down his cheeks. "Appa..Eun-Wolie ...he left me here." He whispers before letting him help Eundal up, his arms wrapping around his father as he helps the idol inside. Tomorrow he could worry about his phone, tonight he needs to be home. He will happily take a lecture from staff tomorrow. Tomorrow will be better. It has to be right?

[yooneundal]

Midnight Running

one, two, three, four. one, two, three, four. Yoon's feet carried him forward, moving him further from what he didn't want to deal with. He was literally trying to run away from his issues. The idols breathing heavily, as he forced his legs to move faster. Tears welling up in his eyes, was it from the cold? Was he scared? Angry? He didn't know and at the moment he didn't care. Finally forcing himself to slow down, his legs shaking as he eyes a bench. His thighs burned, his right calf beginning to cramp. He redirected his body towards the grass, tripping over the curb as left knee jerked. The idol tucked into a roll, rolling several times before finally coming to stop on his back. "Owww, oww." he muttered, stretching his cramped calf, rubbing it until the throbbing became dull. Slowly laying his leg down he spread himself out against the cold ground, his eyes trained towards the sky. A smile coming to his lips at seeing the stars above, a sigh escaping his lips, he could see it in it as it looked like smoke was escaping him. So there he lay, eyes moving slowly around the heavens, figuring out what was what and smiling more and more when he found another. His finger tracing the constellations as he finds them. He moves his hands behind his head, interlacing his fingers, the music in his ears playing but unheard. The idol remained like that for nearly an hour, when the cold finally set in through his clothing. His fingertips cold through his gloves. An audible groan escaped him, before he sat up, and pushed himself off the ground, he dusted himself off. Yoon finally stopped and took in his surroundings, figuring out his location. He had just started running, not direction in mind. A small scoff at where he was, he gave a nod before pulling out his phone and selecting a new playlist. His own, he hoped, soon he could take his finished work to his managers, and then the higher ups. He had begged Producer Min to help him. After promising to work on it in his free time, and to take his time, learn, and grow. So Yoon spent the last two and half years learning, not only about how hard it was to write lyrics, but about himself. He had come to accept himself, to not be scared. The idol wasn't ready to tell the world, and was slowly learning to trust those around him. At least that is what the idol liked to tell himself. Perhaps he was living in delulu land. Pushing play, he pushed off once more, this time running back to where was so desperate to escape earlier. 

[producermin]

Noisy

Fingers move across the keyboard, tap, tap, tap. The mouse clicks whenever a file needs to be moved or changed. Click, click. the wheels of the borrowed chair, squeaking with every little shift. It was enough to drive a man insane. He hadn't even wanted to change his studio but the higher ups insisted, and set a budget, pestering him for months. He finally agreed, only if he was allowed to paint however he wanted, as long as it wasn't black. The compromise had been set. Charcoal gray it was. It wasn't black, nearly there with a blue tint. A loophole, one that he was willing to argue. A scoff, followed by a smirk. A few more clicks before he hit save. The producer stretched his arms up with a loud groan. His shoulders popped causing a sigh to fill the bare room. Soon, soon his studio would be done. He slides down the squeaky chair, pulling his hat down to cover his face. a quick nap wouldn't hurt right? Tick, tick, tick. Thump, thump, thump. It was too loud. his face scrunched is clear displeasure. "Aish.." He snapped sitting up and started falling off the chair. This caused the man to struggle to remain fully seated, and eventually lost, his fate sealed by the chair giving way, rolling back and gravity taking over. A hard thud echoed through the space which was soon filled with cursing. "Shibal!" Min rolled over and used the desk to pull himself up. His eyes hardening and glaring at the chair. Before he could restrain himself his right leg came out, kicking the chair, sending it flying across the room, to which it bounced off the wall before toppling over with a thud. His fingers soon run through his hair before using his right hand to smack the desk. Instant regret as pain shot up his hand to his elbow causing it to jerk. "Fuck. Damn it! Fuck." He spat out pacing back and forth trying to rub everything with his uninjured hand. He stops and picks up the hat that had fallen off at some point, he wasn't sure when. Feeling defeated, he gathered his laptop and carefully put it in his bag. Keys, and wallet followed. Pulling out his earbuds, he puts them in, grabbing his phone he scrolls through his playlist, all unreleased songs he is working on. Finding what he wanted he pushes play before shoving the phone into his pocket. He steps firm, his path determined. He just had to follow it. Out of the room, down the hall, stairs, stairs, take a right, turn left, open the door and leave. He was leaving, no matter what.

[nowoodjokes]

you better know what you're fighting f o r ;

based on this extremely hurtful post by katiebxll

The pitch is burning, illuminating the night and warning all that are here to fight what is to come. He can feel the flames licking his back even at this vast distance, but he can't bear to look and see the place where he had spent some of the best years of his short life breaking, twisting, and littering the ground with ashes. Oliver Wood is not a soldier; he is not a general, but tonight he must be. When Fred and George arrive, he begins.

"Our seeker's out," he says, trying to push down the anxiety he feels for Harry –– Potter, where are you? –– with a quick sideways glance into empty space, "But we've still got a solid plan of attack." His "captain voice" comes surprisingly easy and despite the fear that crawls painfully under his skin. He points to Bell, Johnson, and Spinnet, "I want you three to charge in a Hawkshead formation with a synchronized Woollongong Shimmy –– start on your left." The three girls nod, and he moves on to the twins, "You two can take wands by using Spiral Dives and Speelman Steals. That's Speelman, not Sabryn, understood?"

"Honestly, Wood ––" George mock-complains.

"D'you think we're amateurs?" Fred finishes, and a smile curls on each set of identical lips as they take the piss out of their former captain.

He thinks he can feel himself reciprocating just a little bit, in spite of it all. "Right. All of you try to get some Body Blows in if you can. And I don't want anybody trying to leave their broom unless you're grounded!"

Oliver looks into each of their faces, and he knows that he loves every one of them. He loves Katie's kindness, and how every illness and injury only makes her stronger and more willing to fight. He loves Angelina's drive, so much like his own. He loves Alicia's spirit. He loves how Fred and George can always find something to laugh about, even now. And he loves Harry, wherever he is, for being the hero that no boy should ever be forced to be. He loves his team, and the Death Eaters may take his life tonight, but they won't take t h a t.

It's time.

"We're the best team this school's ever had –– and we're going to win this war."

[tonksed]

» 005

Ted's first kiss happened during the summer after his third year at Hogwarts.

"Where do you go during the school year, Teddy Tonks?" asked Josie McCormack, a girl that lived two streets over, as she minced around the hedges.

Ted, being thirteen and the average amount of stupid for that age, considered the question for only a moment before responding, "I go to magic school." Josie, only thinking he was being clever, rewarded him for his "cheek" with a peck on the lips. She then disappeared into the hedge, giggling as she went, leaving Ted dazed and more than a little confused.