Downtown-Store

a thing i want: it’s a bright and clear Thursday morning when Lena gets a call from Yelyzaveta, her personal shopper from her favorite fancy schmancy department store in downtown National City telling her in accented English that she should come in because they just got some dope new resort pieces in that she thinks Lena will be interested in. And Lena’s like whelp it’s a slow day I could use some treat yo’ self time so she skips out of the office before lunchtime and gives a stunned Jess the Secretary™ the rest of the day off. Lena ends up doing some serious damage at the store, walking away with quite the haul. She’s especially pleased about the racy red two-piece swimsuit she found (she totally wasn’t thinking about impressing a certain cub reporter when she tried it on. no. nope. definitely not.).

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Last night I experienced some @sixpenceee shit. I was walking around in my home town (which is actually really high in paranormal/spooky stuff like we have a new age store downtown. I live in the bible belt) and I had this pulling feeling to go down this road (first picture) and at the very end of it was this house (second picture) and I just got bad vibes all the way down the street. Before I go on I just want to mention I have a bit of a sixth sense. I get vibes from people or places and usually it’s only if I feel like they have bad intentions or if there is just a negative feeling or something, it’s a gut feeling and I usually listen to it. Anyway, about half way down there was this one road I felt like I needed to go down but the pull to this house was stronger.

I turned around to go back to the main road. The whole time though I kept turning around and checking out the house and stuff and I swear to god the hall light on the second floor was getting brighter the farther I walked away. I finally got to that crossroad again and I was just going to go back to the main road but I felt that pull again so I was like “this is a bad idea” but I did it anyway. Bad idea. I found out this crossroad ended near the cemetery. It was getting really dark and I knew it would be quicker to cut through the cemetery because it’s literally two blocks away from my house. So I went in. At night. There are only lights at the entrances and really dim ones on very few of the tombstones.

So I’m walking and I know I don’t need to freak out, it’ll just attract bad things but it was really dark and that house spooked me a bit. So I kept walking, occasionally turning on my flashlight on my phone to look at the paths a bit more clearly. I saw the gate near my house and thought this path I was on would lead me right to it but I took a step and stopped. There was no direct path, which was really weird because I swore there was a path there before. And I have a thing about cutting through the yard and being among the tombstones so I had to go around and take a longer path.

At this point I felt Something coming from the back/opposite side of the cemetery (for a small town, this is a huge cemetery) and I freaked and called my friend. I finally made it to my gate and went through. I was talking off my nerves and everything and I was starting to feel less bad vibes. I looked back and checked the gate a couple of times but one time I turned around and looked longer than just a glance and I got the worst feeling of the whole night. Whatever was following me made it to the gate. I’m a little mad I didn’t take a picture but I really didn’t want to stop for one. But just imagine a dark street with bare trees on one side of the road and some rough looking houses on the other with a gate at the end. And this gate is only tangible because of the yellow light cast upon it. Nothing seems to exist past this gate, there’s just black space behind it. It was eerie. I hightailed it out of there and stayed on the phone with my friend until I got home.

Heights

Originally posted by wonderlandgirlforever

Peter Parker x Shy/Scared Reader

Summary: Even though Peter’s been busy with saving the world, you’ve been feeling neglected and unwanted. He notices and decides to do something fun to cheer you up. 

Word Count: 2,453 (my longest one so far, holla)

Warnings: heights, panic attack, language, fluff, sad stuff. Let me know if I missed any. 

A/N: Alrrright guys, hopefully this turns out okay. I was thinking about making this into a series depending on how much you guys dig it. If you do, then I will post all about what I’m going to do for the series to see if you guys are interested. Sound good? As always, feedback is definitely appreciated. I never get any, so I don’t know what I’m doing wrong or right. Enjoy!


Ever since Peter told you he was the big ‘ol Spiderman, it felt like your guys’ weekly hangouts and movie nights were coming to an end. Of course you understand that he’s saving the world and stopping the bad guys, but it leaves you worried and afraid for his well being. He always seems distracted around you and it fills you with a darkness. Telling Peter would make you seem selfish, so you bury it, hoping it won’t poke its way through. 

Being the shy, reserved, person you are, you definitely had difficulty talking to Peter, especially since you’ve always had a never ending crush on him. After a while of trying to ask him if he could hang out, you stopped. It wasn’t worth the pain of going through to only be rejected once again. 

However, what you didn’t know was that Peter noticed you putting up your walls again. He didn’t want to lose you and decided he was definitely going to do something about it. Starting tonight

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Cuddles

Person A and person b are laying in bed cuddling.

Person A-“you know, I was skeptical about this, but you were right, it feels great ”

Person b smiles -“See, I told you you’d like it and it’s not even awkward at all, is it?”

Person A-“no babe, you were right, I’m glad you talked me into doing this, I love you”

Person B-“love you too you big dork” playfully messes up their hair

Person A turns around -“how about a kiss, since we’re being daring today?

The two lock lips but are interpreted by a loud voice on the intercom

"ATTENTION, can the couple in the mattress section please refrain from making out, either buy it or get out, but definitely don’t start what we all think is going to happen ”

Person a turns red-“so you wanna buy it?”

Person b-“nah, let’s just go”

The two walk out of the store buying nothing and getting strange looks from everyone in there

Person A-“so what now babe?”

Person b-“there’s another mattress store downtown, if you’re interested”

Person A-“I’ll get the car!”

anonymous asked:

Hello may I request a hc ^^ because I love makeup I wonder how the rfa + saeran would be like shopping at a makeup store with mc and they see mc gushing at the pretty eyeshadow colours of an eye palette or they see mc trying on lipstick in the store. Or a hc where mc is excited to them their makeup collection and mc is explaining to them what their fav products are. I hope this isn't too much. Thank you lovely~ <333

Cute! Hope you like these~


Zen:

  • You were just shopping in the mall when you saw a new store open up
  • You dragged him inside
  • Zen knew a little bit about make-up because of his career
  • But honestly, he mostly knew about foundation
  • Could tell you which brands are the best and going into style
  • Thinks he knows a lot about make-up because of his modeling jobs….well…
  • “MC, look at this eyeliner.”
  • “Zen, that’s for your eyebrows.”
  • His pride was hurt
  • He listens to you ask you talk about countour and different lipstick shades and all that
  • In the end, he actually buys himself a bunch of masks and beauty products
  • “Zen, you bought more than I did!”

Yoosung:

  • He had been shopping in GameGo (Gamestop lolol)
  • You saw a new make-up shop Seforah (lolol try to stop us) across the way and begged for him to tag along
  • He agreed, but he was lost the second he stepped into the store
  • He thinks the eyelash curler is an instrument of torture
  • Constantly asking you what all these colors are for
  • “Who wears purple lipstick???”
  • You chuckle and put a sample of it on your lips
  • He’s stunned for a few moments
  • “You’re an exception, MC. You look good in anything.”
  • After you try on several eye shadows, he wants to buy it for you as a gift
  • You ask if he’s sure, considering you had one pallet and two lipsticks  in your bag
  • He insists thinking it’s going to be like 30 bucks
  • Then you get to the register
  • You see his face and you’re kind enough to settle for one lipstick for now so he doesn’t feel bad

Jaehee:

  • She doesn’t wear much make up
  • She watched you do your make up once and asked how you did it
  • You drag her out to the closest make up store
  • She’s very confused as to what to buy
  • You help her pick up some eye shadow and new eyeliner and mascara
  • She likes a natural look, so you stay with those tones
  • Surprisingly, she kind of goes crazy in the lipstick section
  • She buys a set of bold red colors
  • When you get home, she gets a whole make over
  • She doesn’t get dolled up every day, but definitely on special occasions

Jumin:

  • His company is about to buy off a new brand of make-up that opened
  • Before the deal is finalized, he wants to check out its potential
  • He asks you to come along and check out it’s store downtown since he hears you talk about make up a lot
  • You didn’t realize he was taking you to heaven
  • You’re going crazy hopping from product to product
  • It takes you an hour to realize he’s been putting everything you said you liked in a cart
  • “Jumin, no! This is really expensive stuff!”
  • “But if you like it and it makes you happy, you’ll put it to use. It’s not like it’s going to be wasted.”
  • You did make him put back half of the cart.
  • He refused to leave without buying you something
  • You have a supply of make-up for a year


Seven:

  • He needed to stock up on Ph.D. Pepper
  • He thought you were right beside him, but he lost you when you passed the make up aisle
  • You tell him that you were thinking about doing galaxy-inspired eye shadow
  • He walks past you and skillfully picks out two or three pallets and throws them into the cart
  • While you’re looking at some brushes, you hear him gasp loudly
  • He holds up two small boxes that have those soda flavored chapsticks
  • He buys the Ph.D. Pepper ones for each of you
  • Just before you leave, you’re fascinated by one of those electronic blending brushes
  • A few days later, you find one in your make-up bag, except there’s a cat on the top
  • You didn’t need a note to know who it was from

Saeran:

  • He doesn’t know how he got here
  • But somehow…he got dragged along and was now staring at a wall with colors he didn’t know existed
  • You ask for his help in picking out a color scheme for the next party
  • For some reason, he keeps picking out different shades of burgundy or mint
  • He swears all the colors are the same
  • You two actually end up bickering over which shades are lighter or darker or just the same
  • He’s fascinated by the facial care gadgets
  • He’s asking the sales clerk questions about how they are built
  • No, Saeran…they only sell them. They’re not engineers

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anonymous asked:

PROMPT: Since we know next to nothing about the Acar family, can you please write an Iftar fic at Yousef's household and Mama Acar knows and so do his siblings (if he has any) and it's just a fun time but also Sana is super nervous!! If you don't have time or can't do it, I understand, but if you do, thank you so much!

Hey nonnie, this is two weeks late so I’m you’re still around and you like it! :D

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Sana has been staring at the clothes hanging in her closet for the past half an hour. She’s never this indecisive about what she should wear, but this wasn’t just any occasion.

She was going to Yousef’s house. For iftaar. She was going to meet his mother and sister.

Unfortunately, Baba won’t be there since he’s away for a business trip. Yousef had told her earlier.

 

Well nothing unfortunate about that as far as Sana was concerned, one parent was unnerving enough.

After much consideration she finally picked the white churidaar salwar kameez her mom had bought for her from the Pakistani store downtown, and matched it with a light pink hijab.

Elias was waiting in the living room, wearing a blue and silver kurta and looking “fresh” enough to give Mutasim a run for his money. When she walked out he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“No black?”

She frowned. “Is it too much?”

He got up to stand in front of her and then with a big smile said, “Of course not. You look beautiful sis.”

She smiled back and was about to say thank you when he added, “Yousef won’t be able to tear his eyes away from you for the entire evening.”

So she ended up lightly hitting him in the arm instead. “Elias! That’s exactly what I’m afraid of. What part of lowkey don’t you understand? It’s already weird that I’m tagging along to an iftaar invitation with all the boys, I don’t want his mom to catch him making eyes at me. Please don’t add fuel to the fire by saying anything inappropriate.”

Elias made a motion where he sealed his lips shut and then threw away the key.

With a sigh Sana followed him outside and got into the car.

As he revved the engine he said, “You know, It’s not like he’s the only one with the heart eyes. You turn into an emoji around him too.”

She tried not to grin but failed. “Oh shut up and just drive Elias.”  

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It turned out that Elias wasn’t the sibling she should’ve been worried about. Because as soon as Yousef opened the door, his nine-year-old sister Amena came bouncing up to them and exclaimed, “Is she finally here? The girl you’re always talking with on the phone?”

“Amena!” he gently reprimanded as he moved her aside to let them enter. Elias laughed while Sana smiled nervously.

“Sometimes I stand outside his room and all he does is talk about how much he loves your smile and beautiful you are.” She looked Sana up and down with an appraising and eye and then declared, “He’s not wrong you know.”

“Okaaaay, that’s enough.” Said Yousef as he gently clamped a hand on his sister’s mouth and picked her up to take her to her room before she revealed any other embarrassing details about his long conversations with Sana.

Elias was having a blast and called after him, “How come you never call me beautiful? I’m hurt.” He mocked while Sana turned redder by the second.

Yousef returned quickly and lead them to the living room where the rest of the squad was sitting. Adam, Mutta and Mikael got up to greet Elias and said hi to Sana.

“Where’s Yenge?” Elias asked just as Mrs. Acar walked in.

“Right here” she said with a smile. “It’s so nice to finally have you boys back in my home, you should come here more often instead of troubling Mrs. Bakkoush all the time.”

“It’s no trouble, Mama likes having guests over.” Sana said and Elias smirked at her, knowing full well how her constant complaints about his friends being in their home 24/7 had conveniently disappeared as soon as a certain carrot loving boy had confessed his feelings for her. Now she was suddenly as welcoming as her parents.

“Ah Sana. It’s so good to see you too habibti.” Mrs. Acar went over to give her a hug. “You look prettier every time!” she said as she kissed her cheek.

Elias elbowed Yousef and wiggled his eyebrows as if to say, “your mother approves” and Yousef just shook his head and smiled.

“Why don’t you all move to the table, there’s only a few minutes left.”

“Do you need any help Yenge?” Sana offered even though she hoped the answer would be no. Thankfully that’s exactly what she said.

Yousef discreetly whispered as he walked by, “You’re useless in the kitchen anyway” and then winked over his shoulder while Sana glared.

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There were three minutes left for Iftaar and they all raised their hands to pray. Sana closed her eyes and concentrated on her Duas, listing them one by one and finishing off with an Ameen just as the call to Maghrib prayer started.

Before she could reach for her first date her phone pinged with a new text. She looked across the table to see Yousef typing.

Yousef: Hmm, I wonder what you were praying for.

 

Sana: Don’t get too cocky, your name wasn’t mentioned.

 

Yousef: : (

She was about to reply when Mrs. Acar said, “So I hear you’re planning to follow in your father’s footsteps and become a surgeon Sana.”

She nodded. “That’s the hope Yenge.”

“Mashallah. In a few years I’ll be calling you Dr. Bakkoush.”

“In a few years you’ll be calling her daughter in law.” Elias, who was sitting next to her, muttered under his breath. Sana kicked his leg under the table while smiling sweetly at Mrs. Acar and he tried not to groan too loudly.

Amena piped up, “It’ll be good to have a doctor in the family.”

“Indeed.” Mrs. Acar agreed with a significant glance at Sana. She blinked, wondering if she was reading too much into it, but no one said anything more as they all began eating Mrs. Acar’s wonderful dishes, so she breathed a sigh of relief and took a large helping of the Fırın Makarna.

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She hugged Mrs. Acar goodbye and promised to come visit again soon. Amena winked at her and Sana patted her head, causing the little girl to scrunch up her face.

Yousef walked them out to their car. Elias embraced and thanked him, and with a knowing look got into the car so Sana and Yousef could have some time alone.

She leaned against the car and folded her arms. “So, not as disastrous as I had imagined.”

He laughed, “Oh, you were never so nervous. For no reason. Mama loved you, I could tell.”

“Yeah I noticed a little something too.” She narrowed her eyes. “Did you say anything Yousef?”

He did that thing where he reached behind his head and messed up his hair, his nervous tic. “Uh, maybe.”

She lightly his his arm. “Yousef!”

He caught her hand and then brought it close, rubbing patterns over her wrist with his thumb.

“It’s okay, they’re all pleased. Like I knew they would be.”

She closed her eyes and smiled. “Well, I guess it’ll be my turn soon.”

He raised her hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to it. “Don’t worry about it. There’s no rush.”

After all, they had all the time in the world to spend with each other.

When I Was Your Man – Theo Raeken Imagine

Requested by Anon: I don’t know if you’re taking song requests, and it’s totally okay if you don’t. But if you do could you do an imagine based on “when i was your man” by bruno mars, where theo is the reader ex-boyfriend and now she’s in a new relationship with brett? basically the concept of the song.

Warning: Sad Theo and dealing with heartbreak

Word Count: 1,522

Author’s Note: Feed back is always appreciated :)

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

Originally posted by training-wolves

Theo stopped in his tracks the second an old familiar sound reached his ears with his werewolf hearing. It was a sweet and playful giggle. It was Y/N. He’d recognize that giggle anywhere as he heard it a thousand times before. He turned the corner and saw her with someone else. She had her arms around his neck as the guy’s hands rested firmly on her waist. He was playfully kissing and biting her neck, hence her giggling. She looked genuinely happy and that brought a huge wave of pain and guilt over Theo. 

“I got you something,” Theo overheard as the guy pulled away from her.

“Brett, you didn’t have to get me anything,” she smiled widely at the boy in front of her.

“But I saw it and I knew you had to have it.” He pulled out a small bag and gave it to her. Theo watched her slowly untie the ribbon and open the bag. She carefully grabbed what was inside. The second her eyes landed on the necklace with a werewolf charm, she gasped. “Do you like it?” He asked her.

“Brett…” she said completely surprised by his thoughtful gift. “I love it.”

He brushed her hair to the side and grabbed the necklace. “I know we’ve only been together for three months, and I hope this doesn’t scare you,” Theo’s heart stopped beating as he realized this guy was about to tell her he loves her. 

“But you’re my anchor,” Brett continued. Theo relaxed a bit, but it didn’t ease the heartache he had in his chest. Telling a girl you’re his anchor is just another way of saying I love you. It was just a matter of time before Brett would actually say it to Y/N.

After Brett clasped the necklace on, Y/N looked down and smiled at the silver werewolf resting on her chest. She looked up at Brett with a genuine smile. “Thank you,” she leaned in and kissed his cheek.

Theo sighed in defeat. He knew he messed up. His relationship with Y/N was long gone. There was no way to fix it, but he knew he had to apologize. He wasn’t ready to let her go and move on, but she already had. He wasn’t one to stop her from being happy when she deserved everything the world had to offer. The only problem was he had to let her go otherwise he’d be miserable for the rest of his life.

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Ardently

Prompt: ANONYMOUS: Request for hamilsquad x reader where one of them meets the reader at a coffee shop and kinda flirts with her asking her out and then tells her about the open relation ship a few weeks into there relationship and asked them if they would like to join them and the reader is really shy and has horrible social anxiety and is really worried about messing everything up (because this is aka me 24/7)
Pairing: Mostly John Laurens X Reader, but also Poly!Hamilsquad X Reader
TW: angst, drama, mild swearing, mentions of bigotry and intolerance, drama, self depreciating thoughts, social anxiety
A/N: Hey guys! I’m really excited about this piece! I’m sorry for any typos; I pulled an all nighter to write this, so my brain is a bit fuzzy. I really hope y'all enjoy this! I did my best! If you want me to tag anything, please let me know! I want you to feel safe when reading my work! I love y'all so much!!!! Please enjoy!
Word Count: 10755

You liked to live by your aesthetics. You went to used book stores downtown, took polaroids of old buildings, went out of your way to a quaint little coffee shop for the feel of it. After you had gone to the bookshop, it was a habit of yours to go to the coffee shop, buy a warm drink, and read your book at a table near the window. You usually made the trip on a rainy day, for the aesthetic. You used old Polaroids as bookmarks and you wrote comments or thoughts in the margins of your book with a pink pen. The light chatter of background noise was soothing as you reread one of the Jane Austen’s. It was your first copy, therefore the most beaten up. You had always been a romantic, probably for the aesthetic. Which came first? Did your aesthetics extend from your romanticism, or did the romanticism stem from your aesthetics? It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that you loved the idea of love.
You were deeply engrossed in your book when you heard the sound of the chair across from you being pulled out. Someone sat down, but you buried your nose in the book. What would Elizabeth do? Would she accept Mr. Darcy’s love? Of course, you knew the answer, but you read the book each time like you had no idea. You just hoped that your guest would get the hint and leave you to read.
“Excuse me, I couldn’t help but notice that you’re reading Pride and Prejudice,” a smooth voice commented, and you glanced up at the boy. Your breath caught when you saw how cute he was with his curls and freckles. You almost shoved your nose into the spine of the book in nervousness. You knew you should probably say something, but you didn’t wanna mess it up. What if you accidentally offended him?
“Um, Yeah?” You managed to squeak out, and the guy smiled. He leaned closer, as if to get a peak at your face, but you were quick to bring the book back up. You fiddled with one of your polaroids to calm yourself.
“I think Mr. Darcy is a pompous prick that nowhere near deserves someone as well thought and versed as Elizabeth,” the boy stated bravely, and your switch flipped. You didn’t know how to talk to strangers about the weather, but you knew how to talk books, especially if you were defending one of your favorite romances.

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blushingskywalker  asked:

40 and Peter Parker?

Characters: Reader x Peter Parker

Warnings: swearing

Prompts: “Are you okay?” “Why do you ask?” “You’re wearing two different shoes.”

Word Count: 334

A/N: tbh this prompt sums up my life anyway here you go !!

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“Shit,” Peter muttered as he grabbed a hoodie and stumbled out of the door. “Shit, shit, shit, I’m late!” 

Quickly grabbing his backpack and stuffing his Spiderman suit inside, he sprinted out of the house and down the street. He didn’t had time to put the suit in it’s usual hiding spot. He looked down at his watch, cursed again when he saw he was now ten minutes late, and tried to run faster.

He had just come back from stopping some thieves at a jewellery store downtown. It was a pretty easy job, he had just handed the guys off the the cops when he remembered: he had a date! A date with you, one of his best friends that he had secretly had a crush on for ages! It took him weeks to build up the courage to finally ask you out, and now he was – he checked the watch again – fifteen minutes late.

Out of breath, he ran up to the cafe that the two of you decided to meet at. Relieved, he saw you standing outside, nervously straightening your shirt. You scanned the street, and your face lit up when you saw Peter.

“Peter!” you called out, waving to him. 

“I’m am so sorry I’m late.” Peter blurted, and you smiled and shook your head.

“It’s fine, Peter, I-” you paused abruptly, looking at him up and down. Peter stuffed his hands in his pockets, suddenly feeling self conscious. “Are you okay?”

“Why’d you ask?”

“You’re wearing two different shoes.”

Blushing, Peter looked down and saw that you were correct. 

“God!” he exclaimed, running his hands through his hair. “When I finally get you out on a date, I manage to screw it up by looking like a dork.”

“Busy day, huh?” you laughed, and Peter sheepishly shrugged. You took his hand, and he blushed again. “Well you do look like a dork, but that makes me like you even more. Now come on, let’s finally go inside. I’m starving.”

Cheater

Characters: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst, fluffy ending

When you catch your boyfriend Minsoo cheating on you one night, you find yourself in front of Jimin’s apartment door. But what you don’t know is Jimin has long awaited the day you and your boyfriend went your separate ways.


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    Tears blurred your vision as the image of your now ex-boyfriend andsome tramp together at a bar haunted your mind. He had said he was out with his friends. You had gone for a quick trip to the store after he left, seeing as you were out of milk. Since your apartment was right in downtown, the store was within walking distance, so you headed out into the dark city streets. On your way back home, a bar on the side of the street had music echoing through from the glossy windows, the yells of intoxicated men and women flying through the air. You made your way past it hurriedly, but not before sparing a glance through the window to the inside.

    The carton of milk fell to the sidewalk at the sight before your eyes. There stood your boyfriend, standing by the edge of the crappy, worn down pool table, with a leggy, model-tan girl who couldn’t have been much older than you wrapped around his figure. She had an arm around his side, her gaze pointed straight at his face. You watched the scene unfold before you, frozen, hoping he would push her away, or at least show some sort of resistance. But that was not the case. A conniving smirk played on her lips as she seductively scooted herself onto the edge of the pool table, the other players letting out a complaint. But your boyfriend didn’t say anything, nor do anything in protest. He simply smirked back at her, his gaze wandering a little too far south than her face. Your feet stood still where they were on the sidewalk. It felt like all the blood in your body had drained out, your limbs no longer able to move. Not two hours ago the very same man had given you a kiss on the cheek, looking at you lovingly before leaving. You wanted to puke. The milk you had dropped on the sidewalk started to leak onto the cement, a puncture in its side. You stared at it for a moment before tears started rapidly building in your eyes. You turned away from the wretched window and away from that man you used to call your boyfriend and sprinted as hard as your legs were willing to.

    Now here you were, standing against the side of a brick building in an alleyway, tall buildings reaching up to the sky on either side of you. Your hands came up to cover your face as you finally let your feelings consume you, sobbing as you started to slide to the filthy ground. You couldn’t go back to your apartment. You didn’t know when your boyfriend would come back, and even if it wasn’t for a while, you weren’t ready to face him. So you let yourself cry in peace and privacy, thankful that you were in an area where not many people travelled through at this time of night. Eventually, the distant sounds of city life started to soothe your broken emotions. Car horns, the fading noises of dogs barking and the echoes of passing cars blasting music. You let yourself sit there for a few minutes, everything starting to numb over. You knew you couldn’t stay there all night. You had to find somewhere to go other than your apartment where you would be destined to see your boyfriends face again come a few hours. And all the money you had on you when you left, you had used to spend on your abandoned milk. Staying at a hotel was out the window.

    The only other option was to stay at someone else’s place for the time being. Someone you could trust. As quickly as you thought the words, an idea came to you. Standing up shakily from the dirty alleyway, you started walking down the sidewalk.

    The glowing light from the various bright lights on the side of the apartment building shined in your eyes, causing you to squint as you made your way to the entrance. The street you were on was silent, the gentle scuffs of your sneakers on the pavement the most prominent sound. Walking slowly underneath the light, you glanced to the wall on the left, various names with room numbers next to them lining a part on the wall. You already knew where you were going. Your hand twisted the cold metal doorknob to the building, allowing you to enter. Hastily, you made your way through the lobby and up the old, scuffed wooden staircase. Floor 3, room 13. You repeated the words in your head like a mantra as you continued travelling the familiar path.

    A large set of brown numbers reading 13 stood before your face now. Hand outstretched, you moved to knock on the door. But your hand froze just inches away from the wood. You were a mess, and looked it too. Baggy sweatpants hung around your waist, an old sweatshirt thrown on your shoulders. Your hair was unkempt and wild, and you realized your face was probably red, splotchy and tear-stained from the crying you had done earlier. What in the hell will he make of this? You thought to yourself.

    Suddenly, the entirety of the night crashed through you. The feeling of complete betrayal and despair ripping through your heart. Tears started building in your eyes once again as your breath shook, your hand flattening against the door in attempt for stability as you tried desperately to contain your sobs. What had I done to deserve this? You thought in the midst of your misery. Tears ran down your face and dripped down to the floor.

    Abruptly, the door shot open in front of you, causing you to jump back in order to avoid falling on your face from leaning on it. Through your blurry vision, you looked up to see the shocked expression of the only face you were willing to see at all right now.

“Y/N?” he exclaimed in shock as he pulled the door open further, clearly not expecting to see someone outside it. You lowered your head and stared at the ground. The palm of your hand shot up to wipe away your tears defensively. “Jimin…” was all you could croak out as your foot took a step back, reevaluating the situation. Maybe this was a mistake, you thought in your sudden panic at someone seeing this much vulnerability in you.

    “I-I’m sorry, I…” your broken voice mumbled hesitantly, taking another step back. But as you took a step back, he took a step forward. You looked up to see a concerned expression etched into his face. “Y/N, what’s going on? Are you okay?” he said softly. A part of you wanted to laugh, but instead you just sighed, your breath still shaky. “I should just go.” you said finally, turning back towards the stairs. But before you took a step, you felt a hand place gently on your shoulder. “Y/N,” he said, firmer than before. “Come inside. Please.”

    An ounce of the comfort you were longing for spread welcomingly through you. You turned your head to look into Jimin’s eyes, which looked straight back into yours. His eyebrows were pulled together slightly, his eyes the warm comforting chocolate brown that you had always been familiar with. Moving your gaze back at the ground, you nodded meekly. After all, there really was nowhere else you could go. You saw him visibly relax a little before stepping aside from the doorway so you could walk in.

    Jimin’s apartment was the definition of homelike. Not in a grandmother kind of way, but everywhere that you went inside let off a vibe that shouted, safe. It was the feeling one got when they arrived back home after taking a long vacation or something of the sort. You slowly made your way in, looking around everywhere your eyes could reach to take it all in. You gladly welcomed the feelings that accompanied Jimin’s apartment. He entered behind you and carefully sat down on one side of his couch in the middle of the living room, his body turned to face the other end. You shakily lowered yourself on the other end of the couch too, facing him, just like the two of you had done countless times before. Only it was different this time. You curled your legs up underneath you. Maybe if you could make yourself small enough you could disappear altogether. Jimin’s eyes were trained on you, and you could tell he was trying to figure out what to do. You sniffled, staring at your hands. Finally, Jimin spoke up.

“Do you want some water, or anything?” he said softly. You just shook your head, knowing he wasn’t going to squeeze information out of you without you talking to him first. In a weak voice, you simply stated, “Minsoo cheated on me.”

    There was a pause of deafening silence. You looked up to see Jimin tensed, staring at a fixed point on his carpeting. Like a recurring wave, your misery came impeding on you again, having said the words aloud. The tears pooled in your eyes again, already spilling onto your sleeves and the couch below. A sob lingered dangerously in your chest, held at bay by the fact that you didn’t want to lose this much control in front of Jimin, but your resistance was futile. You started crying, your body lurching forward, wrapping your arms tightly around your knees. Through the corner of your eye, you saw Jimin snap his head up from the ground, hurt flooding into his eyes as you cried.

    “Am I not good enough?” you said in a strained voice. You felt a sudden dip in the couch as Jimin crawled over to you, his arms gently wrappingaround your curled up figure as you completely winded out of control, crying into his chest. His arms held you tighter each time a sob wracked through your body. This lasted for what seemed like forever, and you felt the deep ache of emotional pain starting to slowly chip away as you cried yourself out. Even after you started to calm down Jimin’s arms stayed wrapped firmly around you.

    In a tired voice, you croaked out, “I’m sorry I’m such a mes-”

“You’re not.” Jimin shot out before you could finish, his voice low and comforting. “Don’t apologize.” he added softly.

    The two of you sat together in comfortable silence like that for a while, your body calming down after the violent episode. “…You’re perfect,” Jimin whispered so quietly that it was almost inaudible to you. You turned your head slightly to look at him. As your gaze met his, he looked down, and if it weren’t for the apparent darkness of the room you could have sworn he was blushing. Shifting out of his current position, he carefully unwrapped his arms from around you and sat next to you on the couch. You stretched out your legs, grateful for the relief. Though he wasn’t as close to you as before, he was still within an inches reach. You both turned toward each other.

    “I’m sorry…” he said quietly, though you weren’t sure what he was sorry for. Then, he quickly added, “I’m sorry that bastard…cheated on you.” He tensed on the word cheated. You continued looking at him, not sure what to say next.

    “But,” he began again. “I hope…”

You looked at him in question, waiting for him to continue. Then Jimin lifted his gaze straight into your eyes. In a quietly firm voice, he said, “I hope you can get over him.”

    You blinked at him, feeling hot blush start to creep into your face, and suddenly you were extremely grateful for the lack of light in the room. Why am I blushing? You screamed at yourself. You looked to the ground from his face, and back again, hoping Jimin couldn’t sense your sudden skittish behavior. But what you began to realize was his gaze had slowly travelled downwards from your eyes, resting on your mouth. You sat frozen as he slowly looked back up at you with a new look in his eyes. Instead of the warm comforting brown they used to be, they were now shadowed and burning, as if they were piercing into yours. All you could do was sit looking at him like a statue as he shifted, now fully facing you. Slowly butconfidently, he started leaning in to your face, his eyes boring into yours, waiting for you to protest. But you did nothing besides stare back at him, your body unwilling to move. He kept leaning in, as if in slow motion until his lips were close enough to yours that any slight move on your part would cause impact. Your eyes were still locked on his face. He paused for a moment, hesitating before connecting his lips with yours, his eyes closing. Your eyes widened a bit as you realized what was happening at this exact moment. The kiss was urgent, as if he expected you to fade away in any moment. Within seconds, you felt yourself melt into the kiss, your eyes easing closed as you realized how much you’ve wanted this. You’ve wanted it ever since the first time you two met. All of the times you two would hang out together, go out to eat with each other, did you both really think you would always be just friends? Why else would you come to him in your time of need? It all fit together now, as if the last piece in a giant jigsaw puzzle had just been placed.

    As he felt you begin to kiss him back, his confidence grew. His hand came up to gently caress your face as his lips moved languidly against yours. Your arms slowly reached up around his neck, deepening the kiss. This lasted for minutes, hours for all you cared. But it all felt so right. And you couldn’t help but think why you didn’t see that before.

    Eventually, Jimin pulled away from you, his gaze smoldering as he looked at you. You returned his gaze before leaning in and placing your forehead against his. A smile slowly spread its way onto your face. Jimin’s mouth grew into an affectionate smile, his eyes squinting together as both of your feelings for each other began to grow. All of the pain from earlier that day had melted away. Everything that had happened earlier meant close to nothing to you now. All you knew in that moment was that he was yours, and you were his.

Mysterious Hazelnut Pt. V

Summary: Coffee have always been key to lighten up your mood in cloudy days. Specially when its made by your favorite barista.

Author: @sleepywinchester prev. deanwincehster-af | Mobile Masterlist |

Pairings: Barista!Sam x Plus Size!Reader

Words: 1.5k+

Beta: @latinenglishfandomblog

Warnings: None. Unless you think Tequila is something to get warned about.

A/N: Today is February 6th and I’m already doing some Valentines ish chapters. Don’t mind me, I’m just being festive. Lol. | Feedback is always appreciated it! <3

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Everyone had good days and bad days, it was something normal. In your case and for your sometimes extremely bad luck, things always came heightened. There weren’t good days, they were out of this world great days. But the bad days? They were the worst. Bad mornings like having some spilled coffee or forgetting your keys wasn’t your thing. No. Situations like this only backed up more your theory.

The universe must have single hand picked you to get the worst days. Sometimes you thought of going to see a psychic and getting into all the crystal meditation. Everything that helped your bad luck but yet again you ignored all those possibilities. You wouldn’t waste time in such things knowing that; it wasn’t bad luck, it must be bad karma. Out of all the days they could have picked to fire you, they picked today. Your twenty two birthday, not other day than February freaking fourth teen.

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imagine peter’s pride when mj lands her first magazine cover

the morning the magazine comes out peter goes and buys all of the copies from the closest drug store. he then proceeds to hand them out to people on the street, excitedly proclaiming, “that’s my girlfriend!” and ignoring everyone’s confused looks.

when he runs out of those copies, he gets some from the store downtown. as soon as they’re bought he immediately goes to the post office and mails the magazines out to everyone that he knows.

(he also passes some out later that night, once he’s patrolling the streets as spider-man. when given a strange glance from an older woman, peter shrugs and says, “i thought the girl on the cover was pretty.” the women nods in agreement and takes the magazine without comment)

{Special} College!Mark Tuan

[warning: alcohol mention // hookups] 

  • major: english language 
  • minor: entrepreneurship 
  • sports: basketball team
  • clubs: he was part of a dance team for a while, but now he’s really into graffiti so he does that in his free time instead
  • mark is the laid back, chill person in class that everyone likes and doesn’t really know why ?? like he just his this kind of aura that pulls you in
  • chose english as his major because he kind thought it’d be easy but has actually come to really like it. like the buttload of reading and essays every two weeks makes him wish he’d never bothered but he’s learned a lot and now he goes everywhere with a book
  • skateboards and reads at the same time and bestfriend jackson is like !!!!!! you’re gonna fall !!!!!! maRK !!!!! MARK!!!!!!!!
  • he kinda has this dream that he doesn’t tell anyone about but basically he’s into street art and graffiti and he’s customized a couple of peoples skateboards like taehyung for example and he’s even done designs on the walls of stores downtown and he kinda hopes he can make a career out of it even though everyones like “you wanna make a career out of graffiti? you’re joking right?”
  • thats why he took the minor in entrepreneurship because he’s kind of too shy to ask anyone if they’d be willing to help him out with starting a business 
  • aside from academics though he’s super popular because he’s the point guard for the uni’s basketball team and like whenever he’s at practices or sitting on the quad eating lunch some freshman runs over blushing and hands him confession letters or asks for his number 
  • and he always feels bad and accepts the letters and gives out his number like it’s hot pancakes so buddies bambam and yugyeom always have to get him out of these situations by being like “oH mark dropped his phone in the pool yesterday SORRy!!” or “wow he’d love to give you his number but he never remembers it RIGHT MARK”
  • and after marks like sorry guys and they’re like hYUNG gET Yourself together you can’t always be super nice!! and mark shrugs and just kind brushes it off because he’s like “i dont wanna ruin anyones day! i just want good vibes all around.”
  • mark is literally the campus “good vibes, handsome face” prince
  • skates around high-fiving everyone and sometimes you can catch him sitting in the gym when no ones there reading kafka and dozing off he’s cute y’know
  • so how do you cross paths with the chillest person on campus??? well see you’re the RA (resident assistant) for the new co-ed dorm that just opened this semester and because it’s mixed girls/guys the college is super strict on rules off staying out and sneaking in
  • and so you’re sitting at your spot at the elevators flipping through your notes but not studying when you hear the elevator ding and you look up and there’s this boy
  • and he’s got like a mask hanging from around his neck and a duffel bag over his shoulder and his hairs a mess and there’s something that looks like pain splotches all over his oversized shirt and like
  • he looks at you like a deer caught in headlights and you just sigh and get up and you’re like “do you have your uni id?” and he’s like………”um……listen can you pretend like you never saw me?? please??” 
  • and you’re tired and this boys cute and you consider letting him off but you’re like “sorry, you know i can’t. what’s in the bag?” and the boy bites his lip and he’s like “it’s just cans….” and you’re like “cans??” and he’s like “spray-paint cans….” and you’re like “spray paint??” and he’s like like he flashes you a smile but you’re like …………looking at him and he’s like “the smile didn’t work?” and you roll your eyes but you’re also like
  • “if i tell the residence board that you snuck in here at 2am with a bunch of spray cans, you’ll probably get switched out of this dorm you know that right?”
  • and he nods really fast and you sigh and you’re like
  • “ill tell them you were late for curfew, but i wont say anything about the cans - ok? so show me your id.” and the boy like passes you the card and you look at it and you’re like
  • “ok mark tuan, im sorry i have to report your lateness so get back to your room and don’t think of sneaking out again.”
  • he smiles as you pass him the card back and this time it actually kinda like makes your heart jump and he like makes his way down the hall but turns to look back at you but you pretend to busy yourself 
  • you don’t see but mark kinda grins to himself before going inside and his roommate jackson jumps on his ass like WHY YOU SMILING BRO and mark’s like SHUT IT ITS 2 AM
  • a couple of weeks pass and you like forget about mark tuan tbh and you’re at the mandated floor party that the other RA’s decided to throw and like honestly you didn’t want to go but free food and free drinks and like for once you don’t have to stay up patrolling the floor and dying of boredom 
  • so at first it’s fun you’re talking to other RA’s and to people in your major when suddenly it seems like the whole dorm + the other dorms is at this party and the music is loud and you like decided “you know - i deserve to let loose”
  • and so you do !! you have fun dancing and before you know this cute guy with blonde hair in his eyes and a gorgeous smile is dancing along with you and you know
  • one thing leads to another and somewhere in between you two are kissing and he’s holding you around the waist and like !!! the other RA’s are cheering you on and wolf-whistling as you get pulled out of the party and toward the guys room
  • and it’s consensual a little dream-like because you don’t care enough to ask his name but like it’s a GOOD TIME 
  • the morning comes though and you’re like waking up in a bed that is not yours with strong arms around you and someone softly breathing against your neck and you’re like OH 
  • and your heads a little heavy but you’re also like,,,,,,i have class at 10 i GTG FAST
  • so you carefully try to slide out from the persons hold and you successfully do so unTIL you put your foot down and practically fall face first over something and you like catch yourself but you’re like ow and you’ve awaken the other person and you look up to see a sleepy boy
  • and he’s like rubbing at his eyes and he’s got cute blonde bed head and heS SHIRTLESS OK bUDDY
  • and he’s like “did you trip over my board?” and you’re like ummmmmmm (you did but like who wants to admit that in front of the person they just hooked up with????) 
  • and he laughs and it’s such an adorable laugh and you like scurry to grab your shirt off the floor and he’s like “you don’t want to stay for breakfast?” and you’re like “i REALLy should GO HAHAHA…” trying to simultaneously sound casual and hide your red face but the guy just laughs again and he’s like
  • “c’mon RA, let me treat you to a bagel and some coffee?” and you look up and you’re like “…….did you call me RA?” and he grins and points to his face like “remember me?”
  • and it takes you a second to like calm yourself from embarrassment and all that and when you get a good look at him you’re like
  • it’s 
  • mark
  • tuan
  • and you’re like “……………you’re the guy i reported………” and he chuckles like “yeah i am. but you didn’t tell the resident board about my graffiti so it’s chill. as you can tell, i was not kicked out.”
  • and you’re like speechless and you’re not sure what to say you’ve never really hooked up with someone you reported for being past curfew before and so you kind of sit there on his dorm floor holding your shirt
  • but it’s mark tuan so he just smiles calmly and gets up and you shield your eyes and he’s like “hey, it’s nothing you haven’t seen.” and you’re just like akdghoewe shut up do Not remind ME 
  • he leans down to offer you his hand and you take it shyly and he like picks you up easily off the ground and pulls you against him by the waist and you’re like 
  • eep,,,,,um,,,i need to put on my ,,,,,,, shirt
  • and he is so so so SO handsome up close with half-lidded eyes and a sharp jawline and lips you remember kissing and you’re just so tempted to kiss them again
  • and he’s like “so, RA, what will it take to make you go on this breakfast date with me?”
  • and you’re like “i………class……………ten…….um….” and mark’s like “so you have a class at ten? ok, ill let you go this time. but you will owe me a date - ok?” and you nod just because you really don’t know what else to do in this situation and he grins and lets you go and you get dressed and say a shy goodbye as mark sits in his bed watching you and you like dash out the door at the speed of light
  • lmao jackson waiting outside the door: “heY aren’t you our RA??” and you’re like “UM NO I DONT EVEN GO HERE BYE”
  • you get to your class on time thank u god but your friend is like “you have a hickey the size of a damn baseball on your neck dude” and you’re like gOD MARK TUAN I HATE YOu (no you don’t you really don’t)
  • and it’s when your back on RA duty (wearing a scarf around your neck and glaring @ anyone who has anything to say about it) that you see mark again
  • this time he’s got a stack of books under hand as he comes out of the elevator and he’s reading one of them and you’re like please don’t notice me.,please don’t notice me,,,please don’t-
  • but he looks up and grins and comes over and he’s like “how was class?” and you’re like “fine!!” but also like in your head you’re like: stop. sounding. so. damn. excited. that. he . talked. to. you.
  • but mark just tilts his head and he’s like “are you gonna come to the big basketball game this friday?” and you’re like “yeah, ofc we’re going up against the rivals of our uni i have to go.” and he’s like “cool, ill wave to you from the court.”
  • and with that he winks and you’re like ???????? but then you’re like Wait………mark tuan…………AS IN STAR BASKETBALL POINT GUARD MARK TUAN and oh my god you’re having so many realizations in this moment 
  • at the game you’re sitting in the bleachers and you’re still like “no. it’s not him. it’s a coincidence-”
  • and then the players come out and theRE he IS and you’re like oh MY GoD I rePORTED the TOp ATHLETE in OUR SCHOOL FOR BEing LATE and THen HOOKEDU P WITH him and you’re just like ?!?@?!?@!@!? and mark oh-my-god tuan spots you in the crowd and winKS LIKE he promised he would 
  • and your friend is like WHAT DID HE JUST WINK AT YOU
  • and you’re like “……..i can’t believe this but……..yes……”
  • and the whole game your head is still spinning about all of this and when mark shoots the winning score everyone goes crazy and your friend literally has to like pull you up to clap but like then mark is running over to your side of the court and he’s running up the bleachers and people are yelling and patting him on the back and he’s just running and stop right infront of your row and reaches out to grab you
  • and that’s how you get a victory kiss from mark tuan and it leaves you feeling even more dizzy, but also like you kiss back because DUH it’s MARK TUAN
  • and he presses his forehead to yours and grins and all the other players on the team are like MARK GET IT and it’s just like a damn dream
  • you bet you say yes when mark’s like “wanna come over again, RA?” and you’re like don’t call me RA and he chuckles and you guys get out that gym faster than anyone has ever seen before
  • and this time it’s not a hook up. it’s something more and so it’s slower and more romantic
  • and mark whispers against your ear that if you’re unsure you two can stop but you’re like i want this and you know it’s just
  • it’s just better when you’re both aware of each other and each others bodies
  • and mark is sweet and gentle and you’re like falling more and more
  • in the morning you actually wake up and snuggle into mark’s hands and he’s like sleepily like “hey,,,,,,,,,,RA,,,,” and you’re like “mark…….” and he laughs and says your name this time and he’s like “do you wanna go out?” and you’re like “you mean date?” and he’s like “yeah……can you since you’re my RA and whatever?” and you’re like “probably not but……im sitll gonna date you.” and he laughs and kisses your forehead and he’s like “whose the rule breaker now?” and you hit him playfully but it’s nice and giggly
  • when jackson finds out you’re dating mark (which it becomes obviuos because instead of going out to shoot hoops with jackson he’s standing at the elevators flirting with you all the damn time) jackson is like “SOOO you’re with Marky boy?” and you’re like “Marky boy?” and jackson like yeah that’s what i call him and you’re like OH 
  • and so now whenever mark calls you ‘RA’ as a joke you’re like “You think you’re funny, MARKY BOY?” and he’s like JACKSON 
  • you finally get around to asking mark what he was doing getting in so late with cans of spray paint when you first meet and he’s like “i was doing a peace for this guy downtown who owns a gallery.” and you’re like “a piece?” and mark shows you like this binder where he keeps photos of all the graffiti he’s done on walls, on bikes, on peoples skateboards and you’re like “mark?? this is amazing?? why isn’t art your major??” and he kinda laughs and he’s like “it’s all silly, you know - like it’s not a living.” and you’re like “with talent like yours i think it could be.”
  • and you’re the first one mark tells about his idea for a business later on where he does custom pieces on peoples boards and bikes and he gets excited talking about it and you can see how much he loves it and you’re like “you should do it. honestly. i believe in you.”
  • and when you say that, like that you believe in him, mark just leans in and kisses you sense less to the point where you fall over and he’s like still kissing and you’re like !!! and he’s like “i love you, like you don’t even know.”
  • sometimes when he gets commissioned to do pieces on walls or on storefronts you go with him and like you can’t do much but pass him cans and clean off his sweat every now and then but mark appreciates you being there so much
  • and there’s that side to mark the kind of wild edge of graffiti and skating and going to parties together and what not but you also have
  • his quiet, focused side like when he sits against a tree on the quad with his board beside him and a book in his hands and he looks so serene and beautiful you almost feel bad for disturbing him
  • but whenever you come by he smiles this kind of smile that’s so genuine and only for you that you can’t help but be addicted to it and him,,,,,,
  • mark gets a job to do a skateboard design for a company and he gets stuck on inspiration but then he sees you and you’re just writing some notes down, laughing at something on your phone and he’s like “i know what to design.”
  • he makes a beautiful piece that involves like elements that remind him of you, beautiful nature and glowing bright colors and when the company asks what the name of the design should be he says your name
  • and you don’t find out until youngjae shows you the board in a magazine and you turn to mark with your jaw dropped and he just sheepishly looks down like “what?” and you just tackle him in a hug and youngjae is like LOVE IS BEAUTIFUL 
  • “mark write your essay.” “but i want to kiss your face instead?” “ill let you kiss my face if you write your essay.” “but i want to kiss it now?” “mark, you sound like bambam right now do the essay.” “wow sheesh thanks for insulting me like that.”
  • bambam somewhere on campus: “i can sense something is. Wrong.”
  • when you have RA duty it gets boring but mark sends you funny photos of himself and of the basketball team members but your favorite of all time is that time when mark caught jb singing along to brittney spears in the locker room and he recorded it and sent it to you and you were like dying of laughter
  • mark lets you wear his basketball jersey when you stay over at the dorm 
  • you and mark cuddled together in his bed reading together and jackson walks in, makes a face, and is like “i should report this to the RA.” and you’re like “BOY I AM THE RA” and jackson is like rip and mark is like :-P
  • every time mark and you disagree on something he’s like “remember that time you reported me YOUR BOYFRIEND to the residents board because i came in late.” and you’re like “remember that time we hooked up and i tripped over your damn skateboard because you left it right in front of your bed like a genius?” and it’s silly and you can never argue for real because you both use that on each other and start laughing your heads off
  • sweaty mark after practice licking his lips and motioning for you to come down from the bleachers and the rest of the basketball team is like …..ooooooooooo we better goooooooo……..
  • jinyoung policing you and mark’s PDA when you go out together like “holding hands is ok but if i see you two smooching out here like it’s some kind of -” “jinyoung it’s 2016 did you just say smooching?”
  • dating english major mark who cutely highlights quotes in books that remind him of you and skates around in front of your building till you get out of class just so he can walk you to your next one and like you are the one person he can always go to for support with his art and anything else
  • and it’s just nice you two become so important to each other 
  • jackson: mark spray paint your significant others name on the library wall so everyone knows you really love them
  • mark: ok i w-
  • you: NO YOU WONT WE WILL BOTH GET IN trouBLE jaCKSON SHUT your MOUTH
  • mark wanting good luck kisses before games even if it means that you send him a photo of you doing a kissy face because you’re on RA duty during a game LOL

find college!vixx (here) , college!bts (here) & [not complete] college!svt (here) 
find special college!jb (here)
and please look forward to more college!seventeen + special college!aus

small town!vernon

(requested by @puppycat-eyes sorry its so short lmao) 

  • probably lives in one of those towns with a weird name tbh
  • he’s not rly one of the Popular Kids in town, he’s just cool with everyone and everyone knows who he is u feel me
  • is known as the Fashion Icon tho
  • everyone looks up to him and if he wears something it becomes a trend
  • isn’t part of any clubs or sports or whatever
  • tbh the most he’s contributed to the school is convincing students not to fight each other like timothy,,,,,,the only thing that’s going to come out of you punching kyle in the nose is a three-week suspension.
  • everyone finds him kinda mysterious tho bc they never really see him outside of school???
  • it’s just that he hangs out at places no one rly pays attention to
  • like he skateboards in abandoned parking lots and does homework at those lowkey, tacky diners and flips through dusty records in the record store downtown
  • he knows all the rly good places to eat and shop bc of this tho
  • and sometimes he just goes on long drives to nowhere bc he’s bored
  • (speaking of driving, he’s mastered the art of avoiding potholes)
  • the only time he really runs into people from school is at the 7/11 and the mall bc 1) 7/11 is cheap and 2) the mall has everything
  • when he’s not out-and-about, vernon’s in his bedroom with a dr. dre record spinning and looking through street fashion blogs
  • his bedroom is rly,,,,,,,,,,,him
  • he has one of those cool tapestries hanging up behind his desk, which is a mess of headphones and sketches and food crumbs tbh
  • he put up a bunch of photos from the nyc trip with his family and he’s always like tAke me baCk i’ll live on thE stReeT pLs
  • in his closet he has old drawings from sofia hung up that she doesn’t know about and he’s not gonna to tell her about bc like,,,,,,pft,,,i’m not  a softie for my nOob sister,,,,,,,pft,,,,,,
  • that is false.
  • one time sofia wanted to get this dress but it was rly expensive so vernon spent 5 months making it for her
  • not a softie my ass
  • he does like to blare his music just to annoy her sometimes tho
  • only goes to block parties if there’s food tbh
  • one time he snuck a bag of chips out but he didn’t get caught so???
  • this is where ¼ of the movie night snacks originate oOps
  • and u know vernon because u live and the same town and have been best friends since like elementary school
  • he still teases you about your crush on seungkwan in 6th grade and that time you tripped and fell into the pool and blamed it on mingyu
  • u haven’t let him forget that time you two were in a thrift store and he screAmed when he found a wu tang clan tshirt tho
  • ur mom loves vernon and vernons mom loves u so like ur always at each others houses, sometimes even if the other person is home tbh
  • you pretty much welcome yourselves into each others houses like vernon knows ur garage code and u just knock before going into his house 
  • one time tho vernon snatched some food from ur house so u changed the garage code and he got !!!!!!!!offended!!!!!!!!!!!
  • but like ur close with vernon’s friends too and u tag along to their movie nights sometimes
  • u, vernon and svt have a tradition of going out for deep dish pizza after football games and tbh the owners of the restaurant give you a discount bc u go there so often and they know you by name
  • and tonight is one of those nights when u all walk into the restaurant, looking a little sloppy after a crazy friday night game, and sit down and u and vernon order the usual pizza that you two share bc the other members can’t stAnd ur topping choice(s). 
  • mingyu once called u a “Disgrace To The Pizza Gods”
  • so u put a pepperoni in his drink
  • he refuses to forgive u
  • but like the owner of the restaurant comes over to say hi as usual
  • and everyone’s chatting when she goes
  • “so, y/n and vernon, when’s the wedding hahahahah”
  • and vernon’s like :o (yk his meme face he does ye that’s him)
  • and ur like hUh
  • ur face = tomato
  • and soonyoung’s like !!!!!!!ooh they’re blushin!!!!!!!
  • do u wanna be pepperoni’d boi
  • but the topic changes quickly and it’s like it never happened
  • at least to the other members
  • u and vernon r dead quiet
  • like u can’t even look @ each other
  • (vernon keeps glancing at u tho lmao u thought)
  • the night goes on rly awkwardly and tbh u wanna leave but whatever
  • u and vernon are walking home after seokmin dropped u two off and ur like on one side of the sidewalk and he’s walking in the grAss bc its so aWkwarD
  • all of a sudden vernon like
  • reaches out and brushes his hand against urs
  • ur like !!!!!!!!!!??????!?!?!??!?!
  • u both stop and u look at him rly confused
  • and he’s like c-can i…….holdurhanditsfineifusaynoijust-
  • u grab his hand and keep walking
  • no offense but vernon is on cloud nine like he’s trying so hard not to smile rly big bc he’s vernon. he has to stay Cool and Mysterious
  • u two walk in silence for a bit 
  • (vernon’s trying to muster up the courage to Say Something meanwhile)
  • he suddenly goes “i like you. like more than friends. imsorryishouldnthavesaidanything”
  • and ur like blushing like crazy thank god it’s like 11 at night
  • when u don’t respond vernon starts freAking out like oH my gOd they dOnt liKe mE fRick
  • u two finally reach ur driveway where u stop and look up @ vernon and ur freaking out like shOuld i??????????????????
  • ur contemplating ur choices and u like unconsciously squeeze his hands a few times and finally he’s hAd it he’s Up To Here with you
  • he leans in and quickly kisses you and he’s looking at you to see your reaction
  • ur basically a human question mark like wtf just happened,,,,,,,,,,,
  • vernon kisses you again, longer this time, and says “let’s do something tomorrow. you choose where.” and ur like oK yEp and run inside bc if u have to deal with his cuteness for one more second ur gonna spontaneously combust  
  • u get to ur room and look at the window and he’s still at the end of the driving
  • he looks like a lunatic
  • he’s like jumping around and running his hands through his hair and he finally yells “yEs”
  • spoiler: u too go to an arcade and vernon gets upset when you kick his ass but u give him lots of lil kisses to cheer him up
Creepypasta #1118: What Happened To Lucie Drummond?

Length: Long

For a few years, I’ve been running a “Post a Secret” type art project in my small town in Utah. For me, it serves two purposes - to keep me feeling like I’m still attached to the art community but also as a way to advertise my coffee shop, where I hang them. It’s been pretty popular and I think the locals have a lot of fun contributing to it. Many of the secrets I get are cute and fluffy, like the little girl who sent me one about being the person who took the last cookie. Some are a bit more serious, like one-night stands and the like. But, about a month ago, I got the most unsettling one I’d ever gotten.

When the Saturday mail came in at the shop, I had one regular postcard about peeing behind a tree at the sled hill and then a second one in a greetings card envelope. I looked at the envelope and saw it was addressed to me in a typed letters with no return address and had been postmarked in my town. Inside there was a postcard. 

Thinking it was odd that someone would pay the extra postage to send it inside an envelope, I began examining it. On the front of the card was a vintage-type image with a little girl with bright rosy cheeks and curly brown hair looking up in awe at Santa, who was grinning wildly and putting presents under the Christmas tree. I remember thinking it was kind of a cute card until I turned it over and saw, typed along the place where the message usually is was “I stole Lucie Drummond from her yard. December 4, 1978.

There’s been times in the past where I’ve questioned what to do with a secret - should I hang the one about an affair or the one about wishing he or she had never wanted kids? But, I’ve never, ever been in a situation in which I felt I needed to contact the police until this one. I called over and an officer stopped by within half an hour.

Examining the card, he asked me about what I knew about it. I told him the story briefly and left it at that.

“Do you know who Lucie Drummond is?” I asked. I hadn’t even been born when this would have allegedly occurred.

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