a nice car

Tables Turn

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

~ EXO!Gangsters/Mafia

~ Junmyeon x (she)reader

~ Inspiration to one of @wonho-ful-reactions pieces of work, thank you :) x


Being married to the leader of the EXO aka Asia’s biggest and most feared mafia gang had its perks: nice car, nice house, traveling, respect from others, and a nice life overall. Except the reason that you were here in the first place… Junmyeon. You have no choice in this marriage, Junmyeon wanted you for himself, all for himself. If only he could get the same message.


You didn’t want to admit it but you were jealous, girls and boys practically throw themselves towards Junmyeon and the other EXO members, some of them gladly respond but the thought of Junmyeon with someone else sickened you to the core.


A soft voice pierced your thoughts. “(Y/N)?”


You jumped slightly at the noise and came back from your imagination. “Sorry, I was just thinking about tonight.”


The maidservant smiled as she set out your outfit for the evening, a long pearly white dress with a silver belt decorated with beautiful gems and diamonds; paired with bedazzled shoes to match. “Mr Junmyeon will love to see you in this dress, my lady.”


You nodded in response and turned back to your dressing table. The maidservant walked over to you and began to work her magic. Slowly taking pieces of your freshly washed hair and creating a small plaited bun on the back of your head. Usually you would have another person to do your hair and makeup, however Charlotte is talented in those areas, despite her being just a servant.


“There… finished,” She said proudly. You closely into the mirror beside you and saw her wonderful creation. You looked beautiful, even if it was hard to admit.


Charlotte’s eyes frantically went from your hair to the reflection, back and forth, back and forth. “So… do you like it?” She asked hesitantly, grasping her hands tightly together.


“Yes, I love it.” You smiled back. She breathed a huge sigh of relief. “Now let’s get you dressed.”


You gently walked down the long steps into the front foyer, holding onto the banister for support in your tall heels. There were many people waiting in the huge room for transportation to arrive to then be whisked away to the ball. However, Junmyeon was nowhere to be seen. Your bottom lip protrudes slightly in sadness, even if your husband did annoy you most of the time, you did miss him. Especially on a night like this, these balls were infamous for hosting great mafia gangs and groups alike, it was an evening filled with trades, deals, and negotiating; in an orderly fashion.


You feel a warmth on your shoulder. Jongdae greeted you in a tight embrace. As if he read your mind he says, “Junmyeon hyung is going to meet us at the ball, he had some work to deal with.”


If you had a penny for each time you heard that, you would be able to take over the mafia yourself. Jongdae noticed your sudden drop in mood and gave you a reassuring smile. You liked Jongdae a lot, and the other EXO members too, but Jongdae knew about your jealously and love/hate about Junmyeon, he’s the only one you trust with such secret information.


“Come on babe, let’s go.” Jongdae said holding out his arm for you to grasp.


You snorted at his words, “My husband would kill you if he heard you say that.”


You’d seen some amazing things in your life but this place was unforgettable. A tall singular chandelier hung from the ceiling, the light coming through projected rainbow patterns onto the decorated walls. The humongous room was filled to the brim with people, all dressed to their best. A soft tune of jazz echoed in the background which had people slowly swaying too. This place screamed the life of luxury and lavishness.


After taking in the beauty of the setting, you focused yourself onto one thing. Junmyeon. Jongdae said he was here… where is he??


You squeezed through the crowd and bumped into people but he was nowhere to be seen. You had even asked rival gang member Namjoon from BTS if he had seen your husband, you received no answer.


You huffed out in frustration and brought your hand to your hurting head. You needed a breath of fresh air to calm your senses. You made your way towards the back entrance, which overlooked the gardens to the mansion. Even during the dark night, it still looked beautiful.


The cold evening air prickled your skin as you walked towards a rock bench. You plopped yourself down and looked at your surroundings. Your eyes scanned the setting. People, people, another bench, more people, Junmyeon, a plant, even more people… wait… Junmyeon??


You blinked your eyes in shock and tried to focus on the figure in the distance. He was stood with a woman, who was wearing a tight black dress. She was clearly trying to get his attention, showing off her long legs, flashing a toothy smile. You were used to this kind of stuff, it happens on a daily. You sighed at her attempt.


You start to make your way over to your husband for a strong word to word when you’re stopped in your tracks. He was… smiling at her. Laughing at her jokes. Looking her up and down like a piece of meat. He was liking the attention he was being given. This was your worst nightmare. Your heart shattered. Your gasped at the scenery so loud it alerted Junmyeon. Abruptly, he averted his eyes to meet your broken ones. His face went blank, guilt rushed over.


You ran from the scene with tears biting at your eyes. You dashed towards the next empty vehicle, not stopping despite the shouts from your husband behind you.


“Take me home please.” You said quickly to the driver, slamming the car door.


“Which house ma’am?” He questioned looking at you through the rear-view mirror.


“The EXO house.” You sighed.


Once you saw your bed, you collapsed onto it and burst into tears. Everything was coming up to that one moment, all your jealous thoughts had been true. You tried so hard to deny your love for Junmyeon, despite all the love he gave you. Seeing him looking at someone sparked this emotion you had never felt for him before. If only you knew this sooner. Now here you are, enveloped by your tears and dirty tissues. Welling over your husband you now only love due to jealously and envy. Oh, how the tables turn…


“(Y/N)?”


You know that voice so well.


You couldn’t bear to look at him, you were torn between punching him straight in the jaw or tackling him to the bed in kisses. Best to look away…


Junmyeon sighed and rested himself next to you on the bed. His dark eyes showed concern and sadness.


He gently placed his hand onto yours and rubbed slow circles onto your thumb.


“(Y/N)… I am so sorry for what I did.” You didn’t respond. “But I had to.”


What?…


Your head quickly snapped up to look at him in confusion. “What do you mean you had to?” Your words turning slowly more sinister as each syllable was spoken.  


Junmyeon chuckled slightly and moved his lips to your forehead, a soft kiss. He pulls away. “Blame Jongdae.” He said smirking “He told me everything.”


You couldn’t help but smile a little. “Remind me to never tell anyone anything around here.”


Junmyeon’s smile grew wider and he kissed you again on the cheek. Hand placed on the lower part of your back.


You turned to look at your husband. For the first time in years you look at him with love. This is all Junmyeon could ever ask for, his dream had come true.
You both leant forwards to embrace in a passionate kiss. You were finally both happy, with each other. Forever and always.


anonymous asked:

When freestyling, how do you approach a man? what do you say? "beautiful watch. Do you have a wife?" Obviously not that, but do men appreciate being hit on by hot 20 year olds or would they prefer the first move?

I was at a local mall a few months ago, and I was waiting for the elevator from the underground parking lot. I saw this hot man in his early 30s walk out of a nice car, and he was wearing a Gucci watch. I asked him: ‘isn’t that a women’s watch?’ He responded: ‘I hope not’ and he ran into my again at the mall and told me that he was looking for me. We really hit it off, he told me he would come back in half an hour after his meeting, and I said sure you will. He actually came back. We hung out the whole day, I saw his massive house and fancy cars, and I found out that his parents own a pharmaceuticals company. No, I didn’t fuck him that day. A few days later, he was really flirty via text, and I told him I knew what he wanted… he asked me what I wanted… this was the man who offered me $3000 to fuck.

I’ve complimented a lawyer I saw at Starbucks about his gucci scarf too, and that went well. I think you just have to put yourself out there. It’s not so much about what you talk about, but how you approach them and present yourself. I’m never loud and rowdy, I smile often, walk with confidence, etc. Secure men enjoy women with confidence, and insecure men are threatened by it.

Michael After Midnight: John Wick

I may as well just come out and say it: John Wick is a modern masterpiece, one of the finest action films ever made, and a contender for my #1 favorite film of all time, as well as one of the best films of the decade so far. That might just be me speaking as someone who loves action films, revenge films, and the work of Keeanu Reeves, but even putting that all aside this film is still pretty damn good. With its sequel out and dominating the box office alongside The Lego Batman Movie, I figured I’d talk about the original film and why exactly its worthy of such a critically-acclaimed sequel as what it got.

The story, as you may know, is about John Wick, played by Keeanu Reeves. John’s wife recently died of an illness and, to ensure he wouldn’t be alone in his grieving, gifts him a puppy. One day a Russian punk sees his nice car and tries to buy it; John tells the punk no. The punk finds John’s house, breaks in, and kills John’s dog all before stealing the car.

This is a fatal mistake.

As this Russian punk, who is the son of a very powerful crime lord, soon learns, John Wick is no ordinary man; he is the deadliest hitman in the world, a truly unstoppable force, an incredibly deadly and focused professional who is so far beyond pissed at this point that this little shithead may as well just sit down and twiddle his thumbs because nothing is going to stop John Wick; this brat is well and truly fucked… or he would be if his dad, who happens to be John’s former employer, didn’t try and pull out all the stops to save his son from his impending doom. With an army of Russian mobsters, bodyguards, and a couple of money-hungry assassins out for his blood, surely John Wick won’t get his revenge… right

WRONG.

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chris made vik promise to take him for a ride asap (i will NEVER be over that pink car, it’s too much))