but hope everyone enjoys

anonymous asked:

HC for when the RFA finds out MC is a Vegetarian

oh this was a fun one to do! i’m actually a vegetarian so i hope this is accurate lolol. i mean its accurate to my experiences but i know everyone’s experiences are different! hope you enjoy!


-At first he’s concerned

-He’s heard that being vegetarian is expensive and he doesn’t know if he can afford to make you food

-Once you tell him that it’s relatively cheap (and send him some vegetarian college student resources) he’s all on board

-Won’t go vegetarian himself but any time he cooks for you he triple checks that you can eat it

-Does start eating healthier by your example

-(oh who am I kidding you guys eat oreos and soda while you’re in your 5th hour of LOLOL)


-At first he’s like “but you’re beautiful you don’t need to diet”

-You glare and explain that it’s not a diet

-Once he sees how important your food choices are to you, he stops asking questions and just lets you eat what you want

-Starts eating more vegetarian because you cook all the time

-Perks of a vegetarian s/o, basic knowledge of cooking (at least usually)

-His director loves you, Zen’s never eaten better

-(fish shaped bread is vegetarian so he always gets you a lot of it)


-She’s never really thought about her food choices

-Her diet is “available at the convenience store or as take out”

-But once you guys are running the coffee shop she realizes she has no idea how to actually eat healthy

-So you jump on the opportunity

-She’s never been condescending to vegetarians, but she did believe that it was really difficult to stick to

-So you’re constantly delicious vegetarian food for you guys to eat

-You send her links to vegetarian baking tutorials and vegetarian things to eat at restaurants

-She starts trying to get you to sell some of your dishes at the cafe


-The first time you eat dinner with him he has his chef make steak

-When the plate comes out you awkwardly tell him

-He commands you for helping animals

-He is concerned for your health

-Makes you meet with a nutritionist to make sure that you’re not malnourished (Jumin pls)

-If him eating meat makes you uncomfortable 100% quits cold turkey

-And if the media makes a fuss you best believe he gets PISSED

-”I’m sorry that my wife’s food choices apparently affect you so much. I thought you’d be estatic she’s not eating animals, considering you’re a pig yourself.”


-”Are Honey Buddha chips vegetarian?”

-Yes Seven

-”What about Doctor Pepper?”

-Yes Seven

-I mean technically he’s vegetarian cause that’s all he eats

-Get ready for constant vegetable puns

-One of his favorite hobbies is grabbing a random vegetable out of the fridge and coming up with a pun for it.

-His proudest moment was making headphones out of beets

-”Hey MC check out these sick beats”

펜팔 [Pen pal]| Zen/Hyun Ryu x reader (Part 3)

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Bold - Korean

Italics - English

To the anon who messaged me about this story, thank you so much for your support! Also thanks to @avistella for giving me a little boost ❤

And of course, everyone else who liked the series, hope you continue to enjoy.


 You had had enough.

In fact, you were ready to quit right then and there, if not for the little bit of common sense that lingered in the back of your skull.

Breath. You felt your chest heaving as you stormed to the elevators, trying your best to stay calm, to violently push down the ball in your throat.

You would not lose it. Not here. Maybe once you were at home, in the safety of isolation, but not here.

Not ever. You jammed the button for the elevator once twice, three times before stopping, tapping your foot anxiously against the floor.

You wouldn’t break.

The door pinged open and you rushed in, trying not to maintain eye contact with anyone else. Each level you descended, it felt like your emotional state was taking a bat to the knees, and you sunk further down into despair.

Oh what a few nasty comments can do.

The lift came to its final stop and you stumbled out, as if in a drunken stupor. 

You wouldn’t break.

Holding your bag close to your body, you walked as if there were rabid dogs at your heels. Quickly, quickly. You could already feel the burn straining in your nose and behind your eyes. Quickly-

And something molten splashed your skin. The girl in front of you yelped, her now half empty coffee cup tilted awkwardly in her palm.

Of course. Of course. Why wouldn’t this get better. 

You slowly looked at the stain spreading itself through your shirt, attaching the moist material to your stomach. The girl only stared, blinking owlishly at you as if she expected you to do something about it. You managed an ‘excuse me’, briskly continuing past her, the ball in your throat growing larger. No matter how you swallowed you couldn’t get rid of it.

You wouldn’t break. You wouldn’t break.

You stepped outside, right as a foretelling rumble of thunder echoed above you.

“Great,” You whispered, picking up your pace, but it wasn’t even a minute before the first drop fell.

You began to run as the drizzle quickly turned into a steady downfall. Strands of hair stuck to your face and your vision blurred, frantically pressing the car remote. 

Where, where, where had you parked it? This really wasn’t the time for this.

A sink in the ground, covered by excess dirt - now mud - had you tripping, your ankle bending and the heel snapping off. You stood there in shock for a second. Had that really happened? 

Yes, it had. You gritted your teeth and continued to search for your car. Just when you were ready to scream in frustration you spotted the familiar vehicle among-st others. 


The door shut loudly as you climbed into the seat, the wetness seeping into your bones, making your skin cold and clammy to the touch. You wiped your face, blunt nails digging into the flesh, shaking.

You wouldn’t break you wouldn’t break you wouldn’t-

And the dam burst.

Hot tears stung at your sight, flooding your eyes but staying there. You slammed your hands on the wheel, giving a pathetic sob in the back of your throat. 

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

A buzz by your side momentarily distracted you. Your eyes glanced over, angry, wanting to push the world aside-

and you frowned.

For a second you stared at the notification, confusion slightly breaking the immense fog of frustration. ‘Z’? What. What in the world was..?

The answer came to you a considerable amount of time after. Z. That’s right. Various memories plagued you as they normally do at the mention of a person, as you recalled everything you knew about ‘Z’. Korea. Language. Pen pal. Acquaintance. Conversations.

You sat there for another second before the thoughts came back again and you pursed your lips, letting the phone fall back again. In an instant you forgot about them, the person too insignificant. 

Another drop of water slid down into your mouth, but this time it wasn’t rain. 

And if all that wasn’t wonderful enough, the traffic surely improved your mood.

The wet slap of your feet against the tile floor echoed off the walls after you closed the door to your home. Another shiver racked your body but you just let it be, already used to it as you trudged silently into the living room, kicking off your shoes. 

You were on the crash after your emotional high, at the moment just a complete shell that needed to recharge. Instinctively you found yourself walking into your room.

I’m going to regret this later, You thought as you dropped onto the bed, soaked and everything. But for the moment, as the soft warm sheets wrapped round you, you found yourself really not caring.

The moment your head hit the mattress you blanked out.


Blinking, you groggily opened your eyes. The first thing you noticed was that your cheek was pressed against something cold and wet. You stared at an object in your room for a couple seconds as you forgot who you even were in the limbo, before you fully awoke and everything came back to you.

Why in the world did I - ughhh

The sheets had absorbed your moisture, leaving your clothes slightly damp but the bed wet, the once warm coverings chilly.

You sat up slowly, sighing. Now you had to change the covers. Great.

The afternoon light that had been coming through the blinds and splitting the room into golden molten rectangles was now a deep silver, casting shadows on your face. Another groan left your mouth as you swung your stiff legs off the bed, getting to your feet. By now your troubles had caught back up to you, but after the rest all it caused was a dull ache, and not the breakdown you had had before. 

About half an hour later, you exited the bathroom with steam trailing behind you, toweling your hair. As you pulled on a shirt, your attention was taken by your phone laying innocently on your bed, covered by a pile of clothes. You picked it up on a whim, lazily opening it while you headed out the door.

Your eyebrows furrowed as something caught your eye through all the notifications. Z..? 

Suddenly you remembered you had seen their name before, back in the car. You frowned, displaying their message.

I’m bored

- Z

You almost scoffed out loud. Here you were, sunk in despair, and this is what they send? For some reason you’d been expecting something better when you clicked on their name. You were tempted to just put down the phone and deal with them when you were properly emotionally balanced again the next day.

Yet against yourself, you found that you were already typing an answer.

That’s nice to know.

- Y/N

Entertain me

- Z

You rose an eyebrow.

Excuse me?

- Y/N

You are excused

- Z

With that you plopped onto the couch, blankly staring at a spot on the ceiling.

Ha ha.

- Y/N

A pause.

Are you okay?

- Z

You blinked, staring at the screen in disbelief. How..?

Why are you asking?

- Y/N

Just a feeling. I get them sometimes.

- Z

Somehow this person just kept finding more and more ways to interest you.

Really now? Next you’ll start predicting the future.

- Y/N

You’d be surprised.

- Z

Your eyebrow furrowed at the weird reply but brushed it off, thinking they must be joking. 

I’m fine

- Y/N

You smiled a bit, comforted by the concern, but unwilling to share your problems. 

You’re lying.

- Z

This wiped the smile clean off your face. The short and frank reply pulled a nerve, and you grew slightly ticked off.

I’m what?

- Y/N

Lying. You’re lying.

- Z

Another one of your ‘feelings’?

- Y/N

This time the scoff left your lips.

You could say so. 

- Z

Lay off, Z. There’s nothing to tell.

- Y/N

Why do you insist on keeping it inside?

- Z

Why do you insist on bothering me? I said to let it go.

- Y/N

 They were rapidly climbing your level of tolerance, prickling your skin.

Because I want to know so I can help.

- Z

And you snapped.

Like you care!

- Y/N

You regretted the message as soon as you sent it, but it was too late. So instead you steeled your wits and told yourself that no, you didn’t regret it, and this person had no business sticking their nose into yours.

Another pause.

I do, actually.

- Z

Your anger deflated as easy as it had come, hesitant curiousity taking its place.


- Y/N

Well…we are friends aren’t we?

- Z

The sofa thumped as you dropped your head onto the arm rest, a weird tingle rushing through you. Friends? 

Well, one could say that it was obvious considering you’d been chatting for weeks, but the visual confirmation of it made you smile softly. Any remaining awkwardness because of the internet based relationship was now nonexistent.

Yeah, we are.

- Y/N

Exactly. And friends care for each other. 

- Z

You bit your lip, closing your eyes resignedly. 

My boss was a jerk today. 

I mean he’s always a jerk but this time he went too far. He basically destroyed a project I’ve been working on for months and embarrassed me in front of literally everyone. I would have been fired if i didn’t restrain the urge to shove him through the glass and out the bloody window.

- Y/N

An embarrassed flush rose up your neck when you realized the amount you wrote. Whatever happened to slowly growing the sentences the more time went by? 

Anything else?

- Z

You rubbed the cushion underneath you, wondering how they just easily handled the word vomit you’d thrown at them. Google Translate must be their best friend as well. Hell at this point you had a constant tab up with it on your browser.

How about getting coffee spilled on me, and being soaked by rain? Today is just not a good day.

- Y/N

You tried to shorten it as to not sound too whiny, but secretly you were feeling quite happy. It had been forever since you could just…open up to someone. Rant on and on and just have them listen. You never realized how much you required this basic human need until you were desperately spilling your soul and waiting for their reply.

Hey, can you see outside from where you are?

- Z

You narrowed your eyes, puzzled, but merely got up, heading to the window and pulling the blinds back.

I can now.

- Y/N

Good. Then that means we’re looking at the same moon.

- Z

You raised your gaze till you were looking at the rare, but full moon, spreading light through the dark blue sky. The wisps of clouds around it only gave it a more mysterious feel.

I’ve only known you almost a month know, but I can already tell that you are a remarkable person. You are strong. Life gets hard sometimes, but you can get through it. And if you ever need support, just look at the moon, and imagine we are both gazing, together.

- Z

You gave an incredulous laugh after translating the words, surprised at the moisture in your eyes, but more surprised that they cared. This random, magnificent person living on the other side of the world actually cared about you. Your stubborn, doubting self. If you were them, you would have given up a long time ago.

What a romantic soul~

- Y/N

Wel; i mesn um not rwally

- Z

You giggled at the typos, for some reason imagining Z blushing and fumbling around to respond. 

If I’m being honest, I got the idea for that last bit from one of my recent scripts.

- Z

Script? Z said theater was a hobby, but it sounded like it was a job of some kind?

 You repressed the bubble of questions rising within you, remembering the last time you’d asked Z a personal question, and their evasive answer. Part of you argued that you had just revealed some aspects of your life, and so should they, but you successfully drowned that part out. 

You’d give them a little more time. There had to be a reason, and you’d rather wait for more trust to form between you two than to mess it all up now.

Still, I’m glad. Seriously. Thank you, Z.

- Y/N

Don’t mention it, Y/N.

- Z

You rested your cheek in your palm as you continued to stare up at the moon, a content smile on your face. Just like that, with a couple words, the negative day had been washed away, and you found yourself forgetting reality for a moment. For just a moment, you allowed yourself to let go as you conversed with this foreign enigma. 

Your eyes glinted mischievously.

Do you still want to be entertained?

- Y/N

Depends. What you got?

- Z

Knock knock.

- Y/N

Who’s there?

- Z


- Y/N

Howl who?

- Z

Howl you know unless you open the door?

- Y/N

You collapsed into laughter at your own stupidity.

That sentence doesn’t make any sense..? Am I translating wrong?

- Z

You snorted.

Never mind. It’s an English pun you dork.

- Y/N

Well how was I supposed to know that?

- Z

I suppose you couldn’t. Then it is my job to educate your foolish ways.

- Y/N

Oh yeah, laugh it up. Wait until you get your own medicine.

- Z

“Oh no,” You continued to laugh, anticipating the barrage of Korean jokes you had no hope of understanding. 

And that day, something surely changed between the two of you.


Title: I’ll Be Your Hero

Pairing: Luke Vaughn and Riley Vaughn (daughter)
Summary: Luke delivers a special gift to his little girl.
Word Count: 837
Author’s Note: This is the first time I’m writing for Luke and I wanted to do something fluffy and also slightly heartbreaking and angsty with this! Thank you @jeffreydeanmorganrarechar and @ladylorelitany for this Red Velvet prompt. I’ve had so much fun with this! I hope everyone enjoys! 

Originally posted by mypapawinchester

“Is this all of it? This isn’t going to cut it, Luke.” His ex-wife ranted, looking over the check Luke handed it to her.

He looked over at his daughter who was playing with his stuffed animal on the hospital bed. He was supposed to be able to take care of his family, support and protect them and he couldn’t do either one.

“I’m doing the best I can –” Luke began before she decided to interrupt.

“It’s not enough, Luke. Our little girl is slipping through our fingers and we can’t do anything about it. I’ve already taken another job.”

Luke sighed. He had already begun thinking of asking The Pope for a loan. He just hoped it would go through due to the amount of things he had done for the man.

“Let me talk to her doctor,” he said.

His ex-wife simply nodded. “Yeah. Work your magic,” she rolled her eyes.

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Starry Night Bed by teanmoon

Everyone in this community knows about @sssvitlans. She catalogs a massive amount of cc, tagging everything with care. The community relies on her blog to find and organize their own cc, myself included. As a small token of my appreciation for her care in documenting the efforts of this community, I made her a present! I hope @sssvitlans and everyone who downloads enjoys.

  • Toddler Bed Frame
  • Requires a separated toddler mattress (Find one option here)
  • Comes is 20 colors from @javabeandreams summer palette
  • Cloned from @allisas Space Blanket Toddler Bed (Thank you for your open TOU!)
  • Meshed from scratch, custom routing
  • Keep this mesh free!


☆Happy Halloween !!!!! ☆

Masquerade 2.2: The Reunion (Jimin x Reader)

Will things have changed after 10 years?

These 2.somethings will consist of little drabbles related to the characters in Masquerade II. (Mostly, Red Mask, because he is a complex character and there is still a lot to tell about his story, but the other characters will probably get their own drabbles eventually too ^_^)

If you haven’t already, please read Masquerade II first !!

Summary: The continuation of Masquerade 2.1 (<- please read before this drabble). Jimin journeys to his high school reunion, albeit unwillingly, to deal with the demons in his past. Will he be able to battle them head on or will he be swallowed up like before?

Jimin x Reader ft. other characters ;)

High school reunion au

Fluff, some slight smut, & some slight angst

Originally posted by gotjimin

           "I can’t believe you have work…“ Jimin exhaled. "I need you there with me! This is going to be horrible.”

           "I’m sorry, sweetie.“ You cupped his face, knowing he had been dreading this day for a long time now. But last minute, the lead of your show came down with a sickness so you were called in to fill in for her, even though it wasn’t your day to star. You couldn’t turn it down and forsake the show. "I believe in you, Park Jimin. Hold down the fort until I get there okay?”

           "Okay.“ He pouted, but you kissed him to placate him.

           "I love you.” You grinned, trying to ease him. “And who knows? They may have all matured like you kind of started to.”

           "Gee, I love you too.“ He rolled his eyes.

           You giggled and kissed him again. "Be good until I get there, please. Just stand by the refreshments and stuff your face.”

           He exhaled. “Break a leg on your show.”

           You smiled and grabbed your purse then with a last apologetic look, you left.

           Jimin groaned, lugging himself around the apartment you two shared, debating on faking an illness so he could get out of going. But he knew you would see through it immediately and drag him there regardless.

           He had whined and complained as much as he could since he received the invitation. He even told you his embarrassing past that he had never divulged to anyone in hopes that you would sympathize with him, but adversely, it only fueled your determination to have him go. You had said something about “showing off”, but he didn’t feel confident enough to flaunt at all. He had avoided reconnecting with anyone from high school because it reminded him about times that he would rather forget, but with one measly piece of paper, all his efforts went down the drain. You had convinced him by banning sex until he agreed to go, which was insanely unfair, but he knew that you were only doing that to force him to face his inner demons. And that this reunion was the only chance he would get to do so.

           Nervously, he parked his car in front of the hotel where it was being held. He handed his keys to the valet and before he could compose himself, someone called out to him.

           "Is that…Park Jimin??“

           He bit his lip and turned to greet the group of people warmly.

           "Yes, it’s me, Park Jimin!” he chuckled, trying to be as lighthearted as possible.

           "Oh man! You look good!“ They chimed. "And wow, what a car!”

           Jimin smiled and nodded, recognizing their faces. They definitely were people in his high school class.

           "Let’s head in dude!“ One of the guys slapped his back and threw an arm around his shoulder chummily.

           Jimin gulped and followed the crowd of his old classmates, who were chatting happily. Everyone seemed to have stayed in touch because they were asking pretty detailed and personal questions.

           "Hey guys! Names please.” The secretary of your student council back in the day greeted the group.

           "Check it out, Secretary. It’s Jimin!“ One of the guys beamed and presented you, as if he was showing off his son or something. "He used to chubby and small, but look at him, so built and fit! Still a bit on the short side, but he looks great!”

           Jimin smiled awkwardly, not enjoying the attention for once. He wasn’t sure whether to be offended or pleased by his classmate’s comments.

           "Park Jimin? You mean the playboy of our high school?“

           "Yeah he’s right there, see?”

           "I told you he looked good.“

           "He must definitely still be a playboy with that look.”

           People inside murmured excitedly as he stepped forward sheepishly.

           "Yeah, it’s me.“ he scratched the back of his head.

           The old student council secretary smiled warmly, and checked off his name on the list. "It’s good to see you, Jimin. You and your guest will be in Table 9.”

           "Thanks.“ Jimin bowed and walked in.

           He hadn’t felt intimidated like this in such a long time. He headed straight for his table, throwing off his coat. He recognized the people he was seated with as some of his old dance club members so he greeted them cheerfully. Once he took his seat, they all began catching up and time passed relaxingly.

           But just when he thought that everything was going well and that maybe it wasn’t such a big mistake to come, he felt arms wrap around his neck from behind. He knew it wasn’t your touch so he tensed up, wondering who in hell was embracing him so openly.

           "I’ve been waiting for you Park Jimin.” A female whispered into his ear and he stood up abruptly, alert and flustered.

           The entire table hollered excitedly.

           "Playboy Jimin is back at it! Ow ow!“

           Jimin frowned and turned around to see who it was that was teasing him. His eyes widened when he came face-to-face with the woman he had randomly slept with out of spite for the Temptress; the first victim of his descent to Red Mask.

           "Let’s dance, Jimin.” she smirked as she grabbed his hand tightly, dragging him to the dance floor.

           He stood there, exasperated as she pressed her body against him. It was painfully obvious she was trying to rile him up and seduce him, but he felt indifferent to her advances. Stepping away to create distance between their persons, he sighed.

           "What exactly are you doing?“

           "I thought we could pick up where we left off back in high school.” She twirled his tie and fluttered her eyes flirtatiously. “I’ve been wanting to reconnect with you for some time now. I’ve heard how great you were at pleasing women, and I wanted you to jog my memory of our time in the classroom.”

           She licked her lips and leaned her face forwards towards his. Jimin furrowed his brows and grabbed her shoulders to halt her movement.

           "I’m sorry.“ he plucked his tie out of her grip. "But I have a girlfriend, and I wasn’t ever and still am not interested in you.”  

            She burst into laughter. “Really? Who are you lying to now? You don’t have a girlfriend or standards. I mean, who could love a playboy like yourself? You were even notorious in your college and word got around to mine.” She hummed and reached out to touch his face. “Or are you rejecting me because you’re still mad that I spilled our little secret?”

           Jimin exhaled, pulling her hand away from his cheek. But before he could emphasize that he was telling the truth, the ruckus by the entrance interrupted them.

           "Damn. Check that girl out! Did she go to our highschool?“

           "Dude, if she did, I totally would’ve banged her!”

           "Did she come to the wrong place?“

           "Who cares? I’m going to talk to her.”

           "But man, she’s so hott. Can you really walk up to her casually?“

           Jimin glanced over curiously and immediately perked up when he saw you waltz in, as gorgeous as ever. Surprisingly though, you hadn’t worn the outfit you originally picked out for the event. And boy was he glad you had decided to be bolder with your outfit choice. Instead of a simple, elegant black dress, you wore a skin tight, long, red dress with a high slit to expose your toned legs.  There was a gold plate around your neck holding up the fabric and a gaping hole to expose just hints of your bra-less breasts.

           In your case, you figured the more seductive attire would make up for abandoning Jimin in his time of need. And besides, you knew you needed to flaunt yourself a little. You wanted Jimin to feel confident again, especially in a place where he felt most vulnerable. If there was anything you could do to ease his worries, it was to put your charms to use. Luckily, that was your forte.  

           "Excuse me.” Jimin pushed the woman in front of him aside, much to her dissatisfaction, and swooped in beside you before any other guy had the guts to approach.

           "Hey, babe.“ He kissed your cheek. "Perfect timing.”

           You smiled and patted his tie gently, hearing the relief laced in his voice. “Been rough, huh?”

           "Unbelievably.“ he breathed. "Aaand here they come now.”

           "Jimin! My man!“

           Some guys he had never seen before came up and attempted to perform some handshake he didn’t know. It ended up as floppy hands and weird wailing noises that didn’t match the rhythm; all for the purpose of appearing close with him.

           "How have you been?”

           "Good, good.“ Jimin answered hesitantly, knowing exactly what their objective was.

           "And who is this pretty thing you’ve got on your arm?”

           "This is my girlfriend, Y/N.“ Jimin introduced and you shook their hands amiably.

           "Pleasure to meet you guys.” You smiled infectiously.

           "How much did he pay you to come with him?“ They half-jested.

           You glanced at Jimin, trying to get a sense of how he was feeling about the situation. You saw he was a bit uncomfortable and tense, so you squeezed his hand gently to reassure him.

           "He pays me in fantastic sex and expensive dinners, like any boyfriend should, right?” You grinned genuinely and everyone immediately stopped laughing. A small smile splayed on Jimin’s face, amused. What had he expected from you?

           "Oh yeah. I heard he was a bit of a playboy in high school. Bet he hasn’t told you that.“ One of the guys nudged you playfully, still trying to sway you.

           Your lips curled up and shrugged. "Oh I met him in college. I know pretty much every person he’s slept with.”

           You leaned over and whispered. The guys crowded closer, magnetized to you already.

           "But I’m also not so innocent.“

           You winked seductively, and Jimin visibly saw them fall weak against your charms. You truly were a dangerous woman.

           "Well, let’s get you some dri–” Jimin tried to interject, wrapping his arm around your waist.

           "I’ll get you one! What would you like?“ one of the guys volunteered hurriedly.

           "A nice glass of champagne would be nice.” You smiled sweetly, and they all scrambled towards the table to grab you one.

           While they were off bickering, you chuckled and kissed Jimin deeply. He was taken aback by the sudden forwardness, but welcomed your affection happily.

           "What was that for?“ he hummed.

           You wrapped your arms around his neck, grinning cheekily. "Aren’t you glad I’m yours?”

           He laughed as he caressed your cheek, staring at you fondly. “I’m actually a bit scared to be honest. How far do your seductive charms go?”

           You chuckled and whispered into his ear. “Would you like to see?”

           Jimin gripped your waist tightly. “Let’s save that for later, hm?”

           You moved daringly closer to his face to softly claim, “I decide that.”

           His eyes sparkled with glee. The banter between you two always made him feel like home, and he loved how you could tease him wherever and whenever shamelessly.

           "I like that outfit choice by the way.“ Jimin grinned as he stepped back to admire you fully.

            You twirled around playfully and smirked. "You know how much I like red.”

           He bit his lip seductively as he pulled you by the waist in order to plant a chaste kiss on your lips. “I would’ve never guessed.”

           Chuckling lightly, you ran your hands through his hair as you looked at him lovingly. It still amazed you that he was all yours. But your alone time was interrupted when the guys returned and a bunch of champagne glasses were thrusted at you simultaneously. You unlatched yourself from Jimin, giggling, and chugged a few glasses coolly.

           Jimin stepped back, permitting the crowd of his classmates to surround you as he watched you enjoying yourself, amused. He was really grateful that you had come, despite probably being exhausted from your performance. You kept him level-headed, and your presence was a living reminder of how far he had come. He smiled to himself happily, feeling a wave of contentment wash over him.

           But then suddenly, something completely unexpected happened.

           The sea of men parted to make way for someone that froze him where he stood. Without a doubt, it was Temptress walking towards his girlfriend, marching towards you. She hadn’t changed much from his memory. Her face showed a few signs of aging, and she wore thicker make-up than she did back in the day, but she still had a gifted body, and an air of seduction about her.

           But it was odd.

           Although she looked almost the same as she did in high school, his heart no longer raced when he stared at her. He no longer felt magnetized to the way she combed her fingers through her hair or the way she strutted so confidently forward. He didn’t even feel anger. It was odd… but he felt nothing.

           He had worried about this encounter for years, and spent weeks being chilled with anxiety over being in the same room as Temptress once again. Then most of the reunion he made sure to avoid being in the same vicinity as you. But what was this? His heart flipped at the thought that he was no longer bound by her words, by her actions, by her name, by her existence. He felt relieved; a sense of freedom embracing him, as if a heavy burden had just been lifted. He had truly moved on from his past.

           "Yah.“ Temptress stood in front of you, boldly sporting a strapless dress, which seemed to be clutching onto her breasts for dear life.

           You blinked, wondering who this woman was. You noticed the men gawking at her nervously and in awe.

           "Yes?” You replied, standing up straighter.

           Jimin swallowed as he watched. Why had Temptress approached you? Was she going to fight you? Did she not like that someone else was getting all the attention, all the men? What should he do? He worried frantically.

           But his brain completely flat-lined at what he witnessed next. Unexpectedly, Temptress pulled you forward and locked lips with you aggressively.

           "Holy shit!“ The guys bellowed excitedly.


           Jimin’s eyes widened as he saw you push away almost instantaneously, also flabbergasted. The men cheered enthusiastically at witnessing two hott women kissing in front of them. Jimin’s heart thumped in his chest as he scurried to pull you away from her, hiding you behind him. Never in a million years had he expected that to happen.

           You were shaken up behind him, touching your lips with a stunned expression.

           "That was my girlfriend you just kissed.” Jimin defended.

           "Park Jimin?“ Temptress perked up, recognizing him immediately. "You…and her?”

           You grabbed onto Jimin’s hand, standing beside him, as if to reassure her that you two were in fact together.

           "Oh wow. I’m so happy for you.“ she smiled warmly. "You truly were my greatest student.”

           "Is that her?“ You whispered into Jimin’s ear, and he nodded subtly.

           "I’m sorry for everything I said and did to you back then. I was really messed up…I still am.” she scratched the back of her head. “And I’m glad you didn’t end up like me.”

           Jimin furrowed his brow. “But you came with someone.”

           "Oh that guy.“ Temptress snorted. "I didn’t want to look lame, coming alone. I hired him to escort me. I don’t even know him.”

           Jimin blinked. “Wh-what…?”

           "Yeah…“ she blushed sheepishly. "I’ve been wanting to apologize for awhile now. I was so insensitive, and I took advantage of your naivety and toyed with you. I thought I was entitled and amazing, like I was doing you a favor by doing those things with you, but I devalued your feelings and hurt you. So, I’m sorry….”

           Jimin glanced around as a bunch of eyes were waiting for his reply. You smiled and squeezed his hand encouragingly. He really didn’t expect this at all.

           "Um it’s okay. It’s the past.“ He found himself saying surprisingly. He had envisioned the many things that he would say to Temptress if ever he had a chance to, and needless to say, all of the conversations he had imagined weren’t nice at all. But now, he faced her and he didn’t have a single mean thing to say. What had he even been so mad and worried about? "But I don’t know if I can forgive you for kissing my girlfriend.”

           Temptress blushed.

           When did she learn to look embarrassed and timid like that? Jimin was overwhelmed. He didn’t remember this side of her at all. She was always so sure of herself and so poised.

           "I’m sorry. She was just so beautiful, stunning, and confident. It was so alluring. I couldn’t help myself.“ Temptress confessed.

           "Aww, thanks.” You cooed, quickly dropping your guard at her compliments.

           "Well yeah umm…“ Jimin coughed, trying to maintain the upper hand. "But you still shouldn’t go around randomly kissing strangers…”

           He caught you glance at him with an amused expression. He knew you were thinking that he had no right to tell someone not to kiss strangers randomly, when he had done so plenty of times himself. But that was beside the point here, he was trying to look tough and angry.

           "Well…if you and she don’t mind…would you be willing to share…her?“ Temptress squirmed, eye-ing you intently. "I really…haven’t been so taken and attracted with someone in such a long time. And I mean, you’ve become so handsome yourself, Jimin. I’d be honored.”

           Jimin grabbed your hand tightly and stepped in front of you, blocking her eyes from raking down your body ravenously. “Sorry, I don’t plan to share her. She’s mine alone.”

           "I envy you.“ she smiled sadly, accepting his rejection of her suggestion with an audible sigh. "I spent so much time hating on love…that I let a lot of good guys slip away. Now I have no idea what it was that got me so worked up about empty sex that I ended up swearing off any sort of emotional connection. I’m glad you found it despite being widely known as a playboy back in high school and through college.”

           "Thanks…I guess…“ Jimin awkwardly stated. ”…for everything too.“

           "No really.” You chimed, beaming widely. “Thank you for everything.”

           Jimin glared at you, knowing you were taking a jab at his skills in bed. Temptress blushed and grinned at your sincerity, making Jimin want to cover you up immediately. Did she really just fall for you? The woman he had scorned and hated on for years. The very woman that had tainted his purity and shown him the cruelty of falling for the wrong person. That same woman was envious of him, and was vying for you, the person he loved. It was difficult to wrap his head around the peculiar turn of events.

           "Well at least save a dance for me, Jimin’s girlfriend.“ Temptress winked playfully.

           "Y/N.” You grinned. “And will do.”

           Jimin pulled you away from the crowd, feeling as if his legs were about to give out at any moment, plus he didn’t want to think about what would happen if you ended up liking Temptress too. Regardless of how things unfolded, he had faced his past head-on and realized that he had overcome it. None of his classmates held anything against him nor did they think ill of him anymore. Temptress apologized and although it was a little mean of him, it was great seeing her jealous of him, jealous of him having love, of him having something she couldn’t get. Smiling to himself, he knew he had done something right, and that was not letting go of you.

           After that, the night progressed relatively well. He finally loosened up and was able to catch up with more of his old friends. He spoke candidly about what he did and used to do as a career, even telling everyone about how you two met and ended up getting together. Needless to say everyone was impressed by your unique love story.

           And while he conversed, you spent your time dancing, gathering as much gossip as you could about how Jimin was back in the day. As you promised, you saved a dance for Temptress and you were able to get to know her a little better. Surprisingly, you two got along really well. She wasn’t as bad as Jimin had portrayed her to be; she was actually a kind person underneath her intimidatingly bodacious appearance. Much like you and Jimin, she had just made plenty of wrong decisions that spiraled her into a dark place regarding relationships. You had been there and done that, so you truly empathized with her.

           All in all, it seemed to have been a successful reunion for everyone, and you could tell Jimin was in high spirits once again. You had missed him being so, since he had been clouded with worry and anxiety the weeks leading to the reunion. He hummed happily as he drove back home, and you watched him endearingly.  

           "Jimin.“ You called.


           "I was totally down for a threesome by the way.“

           "Seriously?” he choked out, coughing frantically, at the sudden confession.

           "Yeah. I mean, if she TAUGHT you what you know now then she must be really be something.“ You explained lightly.

           "She didn’t teach me everything!” he huffed defiantly.

           "Mhm.“ You half-hearted hummed.

           "She didn’t! And I don’t like sharing!”

           "You’ve never had a problem in the past.“ You eyed him skeptically.

           "You’re different. I don’t like sharing you.” He pouted.

           You blushed and chuckled at his words. You loved how protective and possessive he was over you; it was cute and it fluttered your heart more than you’d like to admit.

           "Do you still have feelings for her?“ You inquired.

           "No, absolutely not.”

           "Are you sure?“

           "Of course. I wasn’t worried about seeing her because I thought I’d fall for her again. I was more afraid about being less successful than everybody else. I was afraid she would still be above me, still have power over me, would still make me feel small and worthless. I was afraid to be average again…” he squeezed your hand. “But I realized something.”

           "What? That with me and Temptress combined, you would become average?“ You teased.

           Jimin groaned, "I’m trying to be romantic here!”

           "I’m sorry sweetie. Keep being romantic.“ You chuckled as you kissed his cheek to appease him. "What did you realize?”

           "I was going to say… until you ruined the mood… that I realized that with you, I’m never going to be average again, because together we’re extraordinary.“

           "Aww that’s so cheesy. Who are you and what have you done with my Chimchim?” You grinned.

           Jimin blushed and kept his eyes glued on the road, embarrassed.

           "Can you pull up over there?“ You pointed randomly.

           "Why? You need to pee?” he questioned.

           "Want to have some hott car sex?“ You suggested flirtatiously.

           Wildly and abruptly, Jimin swerved to the side of the road.  He parked the car and stared at you exasperatedly.

           "What did I say about talking dirty when I’m driving?! You know it’s dangerous!”

           "Well, can I talk dirty now that you’re not driving?“ You smirked as you crawled your fingers up his arm seductively.

           "No. Wait until we’re home.” he grumbled rebelliously as he turned back to grip the steering wheel.

           "One kiss?“ You pouted. "I did a good job today and I want a reward!”

           Jimin sighed, “Alright. One kiss, but no funny business, okay?”

           "Kay.“ You giggled and unbuckled your seatbelt eagerly.

           Before he could protest, you crashed your lips onto his and began palming him through his slacks roughly. He groaned and tried to push you off, albeit lightly, in fake resistance. You smiled, knowing he couldn’t refuse you at this point. You broke the kiss and he fluttered his eyes open, a bit dizzy from the surprise attack.

           "Park Jimin. Don’t ever let anyone tell you or make you feel like you’re average.” you whispered to him intently. “You’re fantastic at everything. Except for cooking…certain things, but you’re improving.”

           "Thanks.“ Jimin rolled his eyes, but you gently placed your hands on his face, forcing him to stare at you.

           "I mean it. You’re a wonderful boyfriend, a fantastic lover, a great friend, and beloved boss. If those things didn’t happen back then, we probably wouldn’t be where we are right now. You wouldn’t be the Jimin in front of me, and it probably wouldn’t be me escorting you to your high school reunion.” Your lips curled up affectionately. “So don’t let the past haunt you anymore because you’ve built such a great present and future for yourself.”

           Jimin smiled gratefully, “Will my future have you in it?”

           You grinned, “Will you keep me in it?”

           He nodded, laughing as he leaned forward. “I plan to keep you for a very, very long time, love.”

           Sweetly, your lips found each other and perfectly melded together.

           You would’ve gone further had it not been for the cop car that pulled up behind you guys. Immediately, you parted yourselves and pretended to be on your phones.

           "Is everything okay here?“

           "Yes, sir.” Jimin smiled as soon as he rolled down the window.

           "We were just looking for directions Officer…“

           You paused as you looked up from your phone to find none other than Jeon Jungkook, grinning widely at you from the driver side window. Immediately, you gasped giddily and beamed at his presence.

           "Oh my lord. My little Kooks –You’re one hott cop!”

           "Why, thank you Noona.“ he chuckled and bowed playfully.

           "Hey, hey. No googly eyes at my girlfriend.” Jimin scolded.

           "I know, I know. Rule #1.“ Jungkook grinned. "I recognized your car and license plate while I was on patrol. Knowing you two, I figured I’d come see the action, you know.”

           Jungkook winked.

           "You little.“ Jimin pinched his cheeks harshly. "You’ve been wanting to see us in action since day one.”

           "Hey, I’d learn a lot, you know, if I got a demonstration instead of an explanation.“

           "Oh trust me, Kooks. You’re quite gifted. You’re good.” You gave him a thumbs up.

           "YOU WATCH HIS MONITOR?“ Jimin bellowed.

           "I watch EVERYONE’S monitor!” You argued.

           Jimin hesitated. “Who’s bigger?”

           "Oh my god. I’m not having this conversation Jimin.“ You rolled your eyes.

           Jungkook giggled as he tapped Jimin’s car lightly. "Well, I have to get back to work. Rule #13 hyung.”

           Jimin cracked up and fist bumped Jungkook. “You’re right.”

            “Have a good night!” Jungkook saluted you two suavely.

           "Night!“ You waved and he soon disappeared back into the road to complete his patrol. Not long after, Jimin pulled back into the main road, continuing the route home once more.

           "What’s Rule #13?” You questioned.

           Jimin chuckled, “You’ll like this one.”

           You raised an eyebrow curiously.

           "Rule #13: It’s not about the package, it’s about the delivery.“

           You and Jimin laughed hysterically all the way home.

           Once you arrived at your apartment, you scurried past him to get inside first. He curiously glanced your way, wondering why you had rushed through the door. But you simply smirked.

           "Well Mr. Park,” You threw your jacket onto the couch and posed. “Would you care to show me how you deliver that package?”

           Jimin’s eyes darkened as he licked his lips. Roughly, he grabbed your waist to pull you against his body, your faces just mere centimeters apart.



Poly Ship Meme

Because most ship memes are for pairings, and those ships with 3+ people need more love and attention!

Can either send a poly ship to fill out every question or send a poly ship + a number, and can be used as prompts rather than as a questionnaire for either drawing or writing

(YES I am doing this so send me a poly ship + number!!!)

1. A large spider has gotten into the house/apartment. How does each person react?

2. What are their sleeping arrangements? Do they get multiple mattresses, several rooms? Line a floor with mattresses and then make the entire room a bed? Who are the blanket hoggers? The ones who flail?

3. How do they celebrate the holidays? What are the favorite holidays in the household for each person? Are there ever any disagreements about which holiday is the best? Do any of them go all out with decorations and participation in events? Does anyone ever suffer in silent agony that they’re being forced into holiday sweaters or fed too many holiday foods, but out of love they keep their mouth shut?

4. How do they all keep house? Do they assign chores, and if so, does anyone ever slack? Does anyone ever say, “let’s clean” and (most?) everyone suddenly hops off the furniture and pitches in?

5. Something contagious is going around! How will each of them handle being sick? Who are the ones who insist on working even when they’re not well? Who are the ones who stay away when they’re healthy? The ones who play nurse?

6. The mess that is deciding where to eat out and what to order.

7. One or more of them comes across a stray animal. How do the family members each react? Who tries to find the previous owner? Does anyone want the others to mind their own business? Do they end up keeping it?

8. They take a trip to the zoo. What is each person’s favorite animal, and who gets excited about seeing theirs? Who downplays it? Who is willing to wait while the other drags everyone off to their favorite animals, and who tries to tell everyone they’re going to stick to the set path from beginning to end, and everyone will get to see their favorites soon so calm down?

9. Describe everyone going on a camping trip. Who enjoys it? Which one(s) set up the tent? Who would get lost in the woods but is only a few feet away from a gas station?

10. Who tells the ghost stories or watches the ghost stories, and who are the ones who need a cuddle sandwich to get through the night every time they encounter anything the least bit spooky?

11. Who steals everyone else’s clothing? Who can’t tell their own clothing from other people’s anymore?

12. One of them starts singing. Who joins in? Who absolutely refuses to join in? If any of them can’t sing, does everyone roll with it, or do they stop and beg that person to stop as well?

13. Who is the warmest to cuddle with? Who is always cold? Who wants the heater up, who wants the heater down, who wants to save money but is cold as fuck and piles under layers of clothing and blankets in the house? Who dies in summer? Who wants to turn up the AC and wait out until winter?

14. When grocery shopping, who budgets and makes lists? Who happily throws things into the cart and figures it’ll work out? Who estimates their general spending as they pick up items, but they throw in a couple of splurges? Who oversees that the splurges don’t go too far and tells the other(s) to put some or all of the items back on the shelf?

15. Something broke down! Are any of them handy around the house with fixing things? Who thinks they can do it on their own and what level of success do they have? Who breaks down and calls a professional out?


Uh previews for a thing I’m working on
It was supposed to be for Valentine’s, but I had too much work 💀
For now, enjoy my two favorite pages so far ❤
🎉hope everyone had a great day! 🎉

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sketchdump to end 2016!