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Identity Theft

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Request: “63 and 67 separately jughead x reader please if its too much then could you just do 67 thank you”

#67 “Are you getting jealous?” - “You’re changing your outfit, now!”

Warnings: I think there’s more than one curse in this one? Also allusions to sex but no actual sex because I’m innocent

A/N: I didn’t want this to get sexual like it did but OOPS I guess I’m just really thirsty lately

Tag list: @1amluke, @betty-coopers-number-one-stan, @keepcalmandflywithtoothless, @lostinpercyseyes, @captainsuperfangirl

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Whether you’re a first time reader, an experienced reader, or simply bought a new deck, it can feel a bit strange to start diving into the world of tarot without knowing your cards. Maybe it’s been a long time since you’ve done a spread. Perhaps you’ve never even done one! Whatever the case, here are a three things for other witches and magick-doers to try!

• Channeling energy. This is a huge aspect of tarot, period. If you feel a strain or disconnect with your deck, close your eyes and just hold your cards as a stack in your hands. Meditate on them. If it helps, light a special candle/ incense, or some sage/palo santo. Channel your unique energies into the cards - visualize these energies flowing down your arms, into your hands, and then into the cards, allowing them to be “filled” with untapped potential for readings. Your deck is special to *you* - make them your own. Let them stand for your personal spirit. For experienced readers, this will help you reconnect with your deck, and for new readers, it’s a whole new journey!

• Get to “know” your deck. I know it sounds kinda silly, but doing this can be really eye-opening. Shuffle your deck and ask it a question - about itself! Examples could be, “what kind of deck are you?” or, “in what specific ways can you help me?” (and draw a card). Record your answers in a journal. (Writing them down will also help you in future readings - take notice of whether you draw these cards again, and under what circumstances you’ve drawn them).

• Sleep with them under your pillow! Wrap your deck in a nice cloth so they are safe, and slip it under your pillow before you go to bed. (Try adding a favorite crystal alongside them, too). Your spirituality is very strong while sleeping. Let your energies travel their way into your deck while you dream. 🌟✨

Second Chance - Part Three

(I can’t find a good gif…*sheepish grin*)

Holy crapoli. I’ve said it before and I’ll gladly say it again, y’all are amazing. The comments, the PMs, the reblogs and the likes…it’s mind-blowing that this story has gotten as much of a positive response as it has. Tank you for everything, and I hope you all enjoy chunk three! Again, lemme know if you’d like to be tagged in the next chapter!

Also, I love @sannvers because she literally sat on the floor and pretended to be an unconscious Gaston so I could figure out body movements and such. You’re a good sister. And editor.

Title: Second Chance

Pairing: Eventual Gaston x Fem!Reader

Rating: T

Words: 5,794

Summary: You try to stop Gaston from shooting the Beast and falling to his death, but you arrive too late to save him. As you sit there, sobbing, the Enchantress offers you a second chance to save him.

Tagging: @i-wished-upon-a-star-one-night @with-a-hint-of-pesto-aioli @leah5684 @princessbelgoof @hobbithorse19 @captainskyline @theoncergames @geeky-girl-394 @were-allstoriesinthe-end084 @brooke-supernatural16 @certainasthesvn @jordyhaley @superlokidwholock @smilesnjh @prongspower @bitchingqueenoferebor @scarletdarkholme @hemmingbaes @bae-kage @areuslow @lovelylpevensie @uknwwhttheysayboutthecrzy1s @moonbeams-and-pie @17gnomes-in-a-trenchcoat

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anonymous asked:

Maybe Gavriel or Aedion headcanons?

  • Gavriel is the dad of the group. He cooks and mends their clothes and picks up the others when they’re feeling down. He always knows just what to say at every moment. Whether its to quell fear or instill courage or let them know that they are not alone. He just knows. He see too much.
  • Fenrys and Lorcan joke that Gavriel is a wise old man. And Gavriel acts like he hates it, but he knows it’s the truth.
  • Gavriel loves Fenrys like he would a nephew, but he would never tell Fenrys that. 
  • Gavriel never got over having to leave Aedion’s mom. He thinks about her every time he looks up at the night sky. He thinks about her every time he takes a lover, or refuses one. He misses her voice her singing the most. It was lovely and high pitched, and he would give his left arm to hear it one more time.
  • He remembers the moment it hit him that she was dead. That she was gone from the world and he’d never see her again. Never smell her again. She smelt like lilacs and summer sun. He was in a small cabin in the mountains of Wendyl, cleaning out a deep gash in his chest from a fight with a creature that lived in the forest. And it hit him like a thousand arrows to the chest—there was no way she was still alive. There was no way she’d survived the Adarlan king’s invasion of Terrasen. He cries. Because a part of him had always thought there might be a chance. That if he was good and honorable, the gods might allow them to cross paths one more time before she died of old age. And he cries because a part of him wanted to grow old with her. To give up everything to be with her. And that future, the life he’d scarcely allowed himself to fantasize about, was suddenly gone. To him, it felt as if a light had gone out in the world. And suddenly he didn’t care about the gaping wound in his chest because he knew it’d never go away. Not really.
  • From the moment he found out about Aedion, everything Gavriel does is for him. And he’s angry and sad and hopeful. He feels hopeful. It’s a thin shred so delicate and fragile but it’s there and he will do anything to protect it. Anything.
  • When Gavriel first sees his son, he see her. The woman he loved. The one he would’ve gladly given up eternity to be with. And he wants to cry. He wants to rage and sing and be thankful, but he can’t. His son wants nothing to do with him and he understands. Even though it hurts he understands. So he stuffs what he feels down, down, down and waits.
  • Gavriel watches his son care for the shifter on the beach. He watches the faces he makes—the expressions—and he is reminded of the woman he loved. Aedion looks so much like his mother… But when Aedion speaks to Lysandra, when he tells her he wants to marry her, Gavriel is reminded not of Aedion’s mother, but of himself. For the first time, he sees himself in his son and he vows right then and there to protect the shifter at all costs. He and Aedion might never get to be father and son, but he can give Aedion this gift. He can make sure that Aedion gets a shot at the life he dreams of with the woman he loves. And Gavriel thinks that it’s not such a bad way to die—for your son, and for the woman he loves.
  • Gavriel and Dorian are the first ones to approach Abraxos on the prow of the ship. Gavriel has been eyeing the wyvern since he landed but hasn’t gone over to him. Dorian walks onto the deck, his clothing is still wet and there’s blood on him. Abraxos whines and stares at Dorian. Dorian just walks over to him. Gavriel gets between them saying it might not be safe, but both of them read the concern on the wyverns face, and Gavriel reads the sadness and concern on the kings. So he agrees to go with Dorian to Abraxos. Brax is curious about Dorian, and both men think it’s weird, but Gavriel knows the king is in his head thinking about what it could mean for the wyvern to have found this ship on its own. When they get to Brax, they let him smell Dorian. He sniffs the blood and whines and huffs and lays his head down on the deck. Dorian tells Brax that he isn’t sure if Manon will be okay, but that they closed her wounds. Gavriel watches and weights the words, the expressions, the emotion. Finally, he tells them both that he’s seen Rowan heal far worse wounds on battlefields far less equipped than the ship. He believes that Manon will be fine. As if on cue, both Dorian and Abraxos perk up. And Gavriel is reminded that Aedion’s mom was once the only one who saw the man he was and not the feral fae beast everyone else saw. He’s reminded that everyone told her to stay away from him. He thinks about how Dorian was ready to take on Fenrys when he’d threatened to shoot the witch out of the sky, and he remembers all the people who told Aedion’s mother to stay away from him because he was a deadly immortal warrior who could slaughter a village without so much as a second thought. He decides right then that he will help the king. That he will give him the benefit of the doubt because he knows what that feels like.
  • When Erawan’s forces descend on them, and when a group of Bloodhounds go after Lysandra, Gavriel doesn’t think. He just acts. She’s too tired to shift from her human form, but it’s fine, he tells himself it will be fine because he can protect her. He will protect her. Long enough for the others to come help. Long enough to buy her time to run. And he does. The Bloodhounds slash and bite and rend his flesh, but Lysandra gets free. And she’s running and running and running—From behind a Bloodhound Gavriel had not noticed picks him up. They soar into the sky and Gavirel has a choice to make: Die with a collar around his neck, or die in battle. The choice is clear. He rips out the Bloodhounds throat. and then he falls.
  • Down
  • Down
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  • He doesn’t remember hitting the ground but he must have. He comes to and the first thing he see is Aedion. He’s screaming and running and screaming and Gavriel can’t hear from the blood in his ears but he thinks it looks a lot like Aedion is saying the word “dad” and that makes him smile. Aedion crashed to his knees beside him and Gavriel thinks it’s funny to see tears in his son’s eyes. Thinks it’s funny that his son should cry for him. The last thing Gavriel see’s is his son’s hand around his as Aedion clings to it, as he presses it to his face. And Gavriel thinks he tells his son that he’s sorry for leaving him again. But he’s not sure. He can’t feel anything, can’t hear anything…but no—there in the background he hears a voice. It’s a beautiful voice. It’s the voice that’s been haunting him for just over twenty years. And he mouths her name. And Aedion stills. And Gavriel think he says her name again, calls it out. And she gets louder and louder and then—he sees her. And he doesn’t see Aedion. And he is whole again and fine. And he misses his son, but he knows he will be all right. “I’ve been waiting for you,” she saids. And Gavirel smiles and takes her hand, breathes her in. She smells like lilacs and summer sun. 

Witches on a budget, I’m telling you, go to thrift stores. (I mean, if you want to. But I strongly recommend it.)

90% of my candle holders and candles in every conceivable color are from the local thrift store. One of them was literally a sealed package of witchcraft-specific candles with ritual instructions inside. I’ve found devotional statues, wooden boxes and shelves perfect for altars and witchy storage, all the interesting jars ever, seashells, stones, altar cloths and tarot deck cloth wraps, offering dishes, chalices, witchy books, tiny picture frames for ancestor pictures, and more. Most witchy things I see don’t even buy but leave behind because I don’t need them or they’re not relevant to my specific practices, but I’m always floored by how great they might be for others.

This post was inspired by the fact that I just bought handkerchiefs for devotional embroidery I’m going to work on, and an oracle deck in its original packaging (in a grab bag of other stuff I’m about to sort through, so maybe there’s more witchy stuff too!), for a total of $3. I’m serious. Just during a brief trip to my local Goodwill.

So, in conclusion, thrift stores? All the witchcraft supplies ever. Do some basic cleansing (usually just a quick mundane wash for things that have an interesting and safe energy to begin with) and you’re good to go.

If you want, reblog and tell me about your own thrifty witchy finds!

The Wife Of A Future Mafia Leader (M for violence) Pt 9

Originally posted by cait5283

Title: The Wife Of A Future Mafia Leader.

Genre: Angst, violence warning, death warning, small hinting at rape, there are no visuals of it though.

Member: Jongup.

Word Count: 5962 <—- Omfg look at that!

Description: So they found the cameras that you guys set up? Well shit. That means a war is absolutely going to break out.

“How the fuck do we get out of here?” You hissed in a whisper and Zelo glared at you from where his lanky body was awkwardly forced into a position of hiding. You were near the door, just like Zelo wanted you to be, the front door was met with a hall that went two ways, left or right. The right side of the hall seemed to be a lot darker than the left and that is where Zelo rushed you to hide. You watched through the crack of the door you were hiding behind, Zelo was hiding behind some sort of cardboard poster of a model that was in the corner outside that door and you both waited with anticipation.

It seemed they were waiting for one, or even more people to enter the building, they all surrounded the front door and talked amongst themselves, totally unaware of the two of you watching them, at least they were at the moment. You felt like you had to hold your breath or else they would hear you breathing, but they were talking loudly and it seems like they were giving up on their friends that were taking too long to come inside.

You watched as Zelo covered his mouth and held his breath, he was holding back the need to sneeze because of the dust behind the cardboard cut-out that no one had bothered to clean, the look on his face at that moment was something you would be telling the others about later. Even though you were shaking from the nerves you felt, you had to bring your own hand up to cover your mouth and you had to turn away from Zelo, resisting the urge to laugh at his awkwardly cramped figure holding in a sneeze that could get you discovered if it were released.

“Has he fallen asleep? He can’t be that drunk” One of them laughed and the others chuckled as they shrugged.

“Let’s just leave them, they’ll come in eventually” Another one yawned and began walking away from the door, the others followed and soon the door was open with no one surrounding it.

“Zelo!” You whispered.

“I know Y/N; Y/N I know” He snapped back as he tried to stand up. You opened the door and yanked him to his feet as soon as you were out of the small back room. The two of you rushed to the door and looked around before running out and around to the safety of the front of the building, remaining silent so whoever was trying to drag their drunk friend out of the car didn’t catch you. The two of you looked around at the street before you, Daehyun’s car was nowhere in sight and Zelo let out an angered snarl when he too came to that conclusion.

“Oh my god” Jongup groaned, bringing his fingers to his temple as he leant forward on the table, your figures disappeared from his sight and he knew that you mad managed to safely get out of the building with Zelo.

“Remind me to never let them drag my wife into another mission, ever again” Jongup muttered and when he got no answer he opened his eyes that he had forced shut tightly.

“Please” He commanded and they all nodded, Yongguk gave a half-hearted salute from where his papers were cast all around the table, now being able to work with a view of the inside of just one of the buildings they were planning to take down.

You followed Zelo down the street, he was stomping ahead angrily, some sort of bitter betrayal radiating off of him from his partner in crime ditching him. You kept your distance. You didn’t want to receive a painful smack from his closed fists with his arms swinging by his sides and if you spoke up you were afraid he would turn around and have something to say to you, whether you had deserved it or not. You rounded a corner after Zelo, looking up and squinted at the bright lights focusing on the both of you.

“Get in losers it’s time to face our doom” Daehyun’s face appeared as the car window rolled down and your body relaxed in relief as you quickly rushed passed Zelo to get in the warmth of Daehyun’s car.


When you entered the room Jongup looked at you all, blank faced and unblinking as you all stood in front of him. Jongup met your eyes and motioned for you to come to him. With quick steps, you did as you were silently told, quietly gasping when Jongup pulled you into a hug instead of scolding you like you all thought he was going to. So you hugged him back, it felt more natural then any contact you had with Jongup before and when you were this close you could see just how worried he had been for you, not angry, just extremely worried and ready to have had to jump into his car and save you if he needed to.

Jongup let out a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding when you wrapped your arms around him, they hugged him back with almost the same amount of strength that his arms were using to keep you close. He was warm and it was easy for you to get comfortable in his hold with your head resting on his shoulder. When the hug was over you had moved to stand next to Youngjae. Who was staring at all the different angles the cameras you and Zelo had put in place provided him.

There were also several files with documents across the screens, you didn’t know where to look. Youngjae was mindlessly filtering through the papers he had printed out and held one up, pausing the recording on the screen when he had a proper view of the face of the person he was watching.

“Song Kyungil” Youngjae sneered as he looked at the picture to the man on screen and you frowned.

“Who’s that?” You asked and Youngjae brought the paper down again, only to hand it to Yongguk as he walked passed the two of you and used a pin to stab the picture into the wall next to him.

“He is one of Jaeho’s wingmen, he’s got the best hand in all of Korea and will be nearly impossible to beat as long as he has a gun in his grip” Youngjae answered and you looked back to the big screen in front of you. Kyungil was in that grand office you and Zelo had been in when you thought everything was bound to fall apart. There was a dart in his hand as he stood at a distance from where the board was nailed against the wall.

“I’ve known him all my life” Youngjae started as Kyungil brought his arm up, moving it back and forth.

“And in all that time, he’s never missed a target” Kyungil aimed and fired, the dart aiming for his target and if Youngjae had the volume on you would have heard the smack of the dart connecting with the board right in the centre successfully. Kyungil smirked and turned away from the board, losing interest in how easy it was for him to get the perfect score. Jaeho was seated in a comfortable chair behind his desk, having watched the whole thing unfold.

“And that’s what we’re going up against?” You gulped and Youngjae’s shoulders gave a slight shake as he chuckled bitterly.

“You haven’t seen the others yet” He responded and you frowned, you had seen three of Jaeho’s group with Jaeho included and you had been able to now put names to the face of two of those people.

“How many of them are there?” You asked and Youngjae shrugged with his chin resting on the open palm of his hand.

“I don’t think anybody but them know the answer to that” There was someone else lazing his long figure on the couch in the room and Youngjae used the arrows on the keyboard to move the camera to get a better view of his face too.

“Kim Sihyoung” Youngjae nodded, another fat red cross went over the picture of Kim Sihyoung’s face, marking another person off of a list that you didn’t understand.

“Oh Y/N” Jongup approached you, standing next to you as you looked away from the computer screen to face him.

“Hmm?” You hummed, blinking at him curiously as Jongup put an arm around your shoulder.

“Next time, not that there will be a next time, don’t participate in whatever Zelo and Daehyun tell you to do” He casually ordered and you nodded.



“Hey Y/N” Daehyun smiled when you came into his view, the others seemed to be planning on sticking around at yours and Jongup’s shared house for a while. You had just finished showering, decked in your comfy clothes with your hands using the red towel in your grip to dry your hair.

“Hello Daehyun” You greeted in return, blinking as you looked at Daehyun and what he was doing.

“Say, can you help me polish the guns? Can’t have them getting clogged up in the middle of the battle” Daehyun grinned and your lips parted as you tried to form a sentence.

“Don’t participate in whatever Zelo and Daehyun tell you to do”

That is what Jongup had said. And in front of you was a Daehyun, a Daehyun cleaning guns in the middle of your kitchen like it was totally normal, a Daehyun asking for you to help him. This is the Daehyun Jongup was telling you not to listen to, this was the Daehyun that was always trying to rope you into his trouble, the Daehyun you were meant to say no to.

“Yeah, I’m not gonna help with that” You answered and Daehyun blinked at you.

“Not even one? Not even the barrel of the gun?” He asked and you shook your head.

“Nope, you look like you’ve got that under control” You shrugged and turned to the fridge.

“Though Daehyun” You rose from behind the fridge door and Daehyun looked at you with hopeful eyes.

“Would you happen to know how Jongup likes his coffee? Or where he is for that matter? He did tell me I would see him this morning” You finished off with a mutter and Daehyun stared at you with a blank face.

“Jongup takes his coffee black with no sugar and he is at the office today” He answered in a monotone voice and you blinked at him.

“His father’s business?” You had only visited there a select few times in your life, but you remembered that place as if it were the room you had just been in.

“Mhm” Daehyun hummed and you nodded, shutting the fridge door and walking out of the kitchen without another word.

“Oh” You rushed back and poked your head around the corner at Daehyun, still cleaning his guns.

“Thanks, Daehyun, how do you like your coffee?” You chuckled and Daehyun looked up at you with bright eyes.


You sighed at the comfort of sitting in a driver’s seat again, it had been too long for your comfort since you had been able to drive yourself places, and as your hand pressed down on the horn to the car you wiggled in the seat, getting extra comfy. Though it was short lived as you unbuckled your seatbelt and met Daehyun who came bursting out the front door half way with a cup holder containing five coffees in your hands.

“When I asked you how you like your coffee I wasn’t expecting to buy for everyone in the house” You grumbled and Daehyun grinned.

“Come on you have to be nice to everyone, not just me Y/N” He answered and you growled.

“This was meant to be a secret between you and I Daehyun”

“Well, you should have told me before I told the others” The image of Daehyun screaming at the top of his lungs for the others coffee orders resurfaced in your mind and you scowled as he took the coffees from you.

“Whatever, I’ll be back” You waved him off and Daehyun frowned at you in confusion.

“What? You still haven’t gone to see lover boy? Where have you been all this time Y/N you took ages?” Daehyun asked and you growled back at him.

“Don’t call him that” You snapped as Daehyun laughed and backed away.

“Don’t get jealous Y/N, I was calling him your lover boy, not mine. Thanks for the coffees” Daehyun raced off and you shook your head as you got in the car.

“That’s so not what I meant” You grumbled, leaving the house again and setting off for that familiar office. When you pulled up in the parking lot of the big building, you turned the engine off and stared up at it with wondrous eyes, curious as to what it would hold in it after all these years and why Jongup was in there.

With the coffees in your hands, you entered the building, staring around at everything with unblinking eyes. Unconsciously you followed the same root you can remember your father taking you down, your legs working purely by memory as your mind became distracted. The path you were so used to guides you to a familiar hall where only two rooms rested at the end of the path. The elevator doors opened and you stepped out, the bottom of your shoes connecting with the clean dark red carpet beneath your feet.

“Miss, you cannot be up here. Please go back downstairs unless you have business to attend to with Mr Moon-” You blinked at the familiar figure, you couldn’t pinpoint who he was but something within you told you that you had met him before, if that were true it seemed he didn’t recognise you either.

“Oh, Donghyuk don’t tell you me you don’t remember Y/N?” You heard his familiar voice before he appeared and then you were greeted by Jongup stepping out from behind the grand wooden doors of an office. You blinked, bowing to Donghyuk as the suited male blinked in shock before a wave of recognition washed over him.

“Oh my, it has been some time Y/N, how is your father?” He asked you and you gave meek smile in response.

“He is doing well, thank you for asking Donghyuk” The truth was, you had no idea. You hadn’t heard from your parents since you arrived at the mansion Jongup called his home, it seemed their phones were suddenly unable to connect with your calls. Jongup smiled when you met his gaze and with his hand gestured to the doors behind him, understanding what he meant, you walked towards him, slipping past him and into the office as nostalgia blanketed itself over you.

“What are you doing in here Jongup?” You asked out of genuine curiosity and Jongup laughed coming over and wrapping an arm around you as he looked down at you with a smile.

“This is my office now Y/N, it’s only natural for me to tend to my business here. I’m assuming one of these is for me?” He nodded to the cups in your hand and you held out his coffee for him to take.

“This is your office now?” You frowned and Jongup nodded as he placed himself in the office chair behind his desk, placing the coffee in front of him as you sat on the other side of the desk.

“Well yes, father isn’t here anymore so I really had no other choice, I didn’t plan to take charge this soon”

“So that means…”

“Yes Y/N, this is my mafia now. I am the leader of this mafia”


Lurking in the shadows, a smirk played on his lips as he watched your figure walk towards the building he knew too well of. He bit down on his lip in barely contained excitement, anticipating the reaction he would get from his boss when he returned to tell him he had been right.

“Boss had not been wrong” He chuckled to himself.

“That is indeed the newest addition to the Moon’s” He rubbed his hands together as he watched you walk towards the elevator, he could not see what number you would press once you were in that elevator, but it was a well known fact that the boss is always residing on the highest level possible in the building. That’s just how things worked.

“Time to give the boss his news” He turned away, walking deeper into the shadows, away from the people on the street that could turn a dangerous man like him in. Because he always knew, the most dangerous people are the best at hiding, that’s what makes their attacks such a surprise.


It had been a week since that news had been given to you when you jolted awake and shot up in the bed. When you looked to the other side of the bed Jongup was already on his feet and shoving his head through the hole of his shirt as the door to your room swung open with a smack against the wall and Himchan stood before Jongup, panting and struggling to hold himself up against the wall.

“They, the cameras. They’ve found the cameras” Himchan sputtered and that’s when you officially jumped out of the bed and rushed towards him and Jongup.

“Jongup!” Himchan exclaimed but Jongup kept running down the hall and to the stairs, not having chosen to listen to Himchan’s cry.

“What is it Himchan?” You asked as the two of you marched down the hall after Jongup who was storming towards the weaponry room to look at the cameras.

“They’re at the front door” He wheezed and he barely caught your widened eyes as you let out a strangled grunt and ran with your feet padding against the carpeted floor, you barely touched the steps on your way down the stairs and suddenly the door bell ringing like the cycle of an alarm crashed against your eardrums and the only thing you could think of doing was protecting the house and the people in it.

“Y/N!” Himchan groaned, more disappointed by the fact that he would have to move quickly than he was shocked by your sudden bold movements. You stood in the grand space between the stairway and your front door, looking around, unsure of what to do.

“Open the door, and take this” Zelo rushed passed you slowing down to hand you one of his guns, there was also a knife in his other hand and he boldly shoved the leather covered weapon in the strap of your bra, and you were too shocked by the reality of the situation to stop him or snarl at him for getting so close to your breasts, not that Zelo seemed to realise that.

“Don’t open the door” Youngjae instantly commanded, more logical than Zelo and you spoke up just as quick, without a thought.

“I’m opening the door” You responded and Youngjae stared at you wide eyed. Youngjae ran off into the kitchen as you rushed towards the door and closed your fingers around the handle, you now realised that they were also giving a half-assed attempt at pretending to knock the door down to get it opened quicker.

“Why the hell is she like this? She’s been on three missions within a couple of months and the little brat doesn’t even know how to use a gun. What the hell were you thinking Zelo?!” Youngjae snapped, the house had been designed with a high curve in the wall that provided the entry to the kitchen, where the plaster of the curve met the floor stuck out further than the wall gripping onto the front door, that’s where the two hid with Youngjae holding a gun in his hands in preparation to jump in and save the day.

“Dude it’s like a match made in heaven with those two, you don’t even have to tell the chick twice and she does a better job than any other chick I’ve ever seen. It’s like the girl was born to be co-owner of a mafia” Zelo began to gawk in a secret awe that he held towards you as your wrist twisted and the door swung open.

“Well does she know she’s co-owner of that mafia, so these pricks are gonna want her six feet underground too?” Youngjae snapped in a whisper as everything suddenly became deadly quiet around them.

“Hm, you know what, I’m not really completely sure on that. Why don’t you ask her if she knows?” Zelo whispered back and Youngjae shot him the sharpest glare he had ever managed to give someone. Himchan remained at the stop of the stairs, just out of view of the five men standing at the door before you, you glared your hand holding the gun behind your hip, keeping it out of their line of sight.

“Moon Jongup, tell me where he is or I shoot you buttercup, Mr Moon wouldn’t want his little pet to disappear, would he? I-”

“One liners are a lot scarier than a fire line of questions, just some advice for you pal” You cut in, raising your gun without hesitation, easily pulling the barrel back with a click and wrapping your fingers around the trigger and the trigger guard. You aimed the gun at the centre of the owner of the forehead in your sight. He smirked as you met eyes with him and gave a tilt of your head.

“So, I heard you never miss a shot Song Kyungil” You matched the grin of arrogance he was showing you and he nodded.

“Hm, well I’m excited to start showing off some of my own skills” You were praying that things would go well for you, you were glad you weren’t visibly shaking because you were nervous about the fact that you could give a quicker swing of your arm or a kick of your leg then you could ever give a press of your finger. So you acted confident, rolling your neck and your shoulders as the two of you stood unwavering in your positions.

“I don’t think I need the advice of a rookie, bye bye baby” Kyungil chuckled his words rolling off his lips slowly as you grinned back confidently. Kyungil’s finger pulled back and as quickly as you ducked, you grabbed the knife from its hiding place, dropping the leather cover and swinging for Kyungil’s stomach. Kyungil screamed you had never heard such a roar as you dragged the knife through his skin. Your body followed through with the movement and you didn’t dare look at the damage you had done. Kyungil dropped his gun, then dropped to his knees and you kicked the weapon out of his reach as soon as you heard it collide with the ground.

You heard the clack and rattle of more guns and you looked up, eyes wide as you were met with four handguns aimed at you.

“Well fuck”

“Is what someone about to see their end should be saying” Jongup cut in from behind you before anyone had the audacity to make a move. You looked over your shoulder and your eyes almost fell from their sockets when you saw Jongup, rifle in his hands, ready to fire.

“Babe, you may look stunning right now but if you want things to stay that way, I suggest you move out of the way” Jongup demanded and Youngjae grabbed you by the arms, roughly pulling you out of the fire line so quickly you swore that you would be having whiplash for a lifetime.

“Moon Jongup. You know why we’re here don’t you?” Jaeho rose an eyebrow and Jongup rolled his eyes.

“Yes yes, murder, death and war between two mafias. Thank you for making things easier for me, now I can eliminate the five of you in the one night, I didn’t think things would be this easy for me Jaeho” Jongup muttered in response, there was a dangerous grin making its way to his lips and you shuddered as Youngjae held you back, hiding behind the wall as the three of you watched Jongup.

“You see that’s where you’re wrong Jongup, I’m here to-” A shot rang through the house and the surrounding area, you had to cover your ears but it was too late, they would be ringing for the same amount of time as your whiplash.

“Woops, I never was a man with patience” There was the thump of a body dropping to the ground, thankfully muffled by your hands over your ears, and with your eyes clenched shut, you couldn’t see the way every man in the room automatically faced each other with darker expressions. Youngjae’s grip on you tightened and as if you hadn’t already known, the fact that some of the people in this house with you may not survive this night sent a new round of shivers over your body and your heart clenched in a flurried panic.

“As I expected, we cannot go easy boys” Jaeho tsked, shaking his head as the three surrounding him began moving. They stormed their way into the house and Jongup moved back, his rifle aimed at each person as more than you had been able to see entered the house, stepping over the body on the doorstep.

“Holy shit” Himchan cursed from the top of the stairs, he ran to his room and slammed the door open, he rolled under the bed and began ripping out the weapons that were hidden beneath it. You looked at the gun in your hand, you were still gripping it tightly with the knife, covered in the deep red liquid that smeared against your pants as you held it close to you. Himchan rushed back down the hall again. Arriving at Yongguk’s door just in time for it to swing open from the other side. Himchan was met with Yongguk already holding weapons of his own, Himchan could see the belt Yongguk was wearing and the different devices it had on it for self protection.

“Zelo, how many bullets does this gun have?” You asked in a shaky voice and Zelo looked down at the gun you held so tightly he could see the way your knuckles had turned white.

“It’s fully loaded”

Zelo moved out then, holding a gun of his own up with both his hands as he came to Jongup’s assistance. Youngjae still had you clamped in his grip as the cogs came to a stop in your head, you couldn’t think again, all you knew was that there were more of YiJeong’s men than there were of Jongup’s and that there was a high percentage of someone else on your side dying tonight, you wanted to defy those odds.

“Find Himchan and Yongguk, find Daehyun. Just get anyone else that can help” You begged Youngjae before rushing out from behind the wall with Youngjae’s arms slipping away from you. Jongup was being shot at, Zelo was dodging bullets and swings from metal bats. You crouched down as you moved, barely missing a knock to the skull that could have ended you.

Your parents had forced you into attending taekwondo classes as a child, you had never enjoyed them so you never listened, the only thing you had ever managed to learn were the reflexes helping you weave your way to a longer life. You were a child that stood up for what was right, you jumped to your friends and your own defence, and when you fought, you fought dirty, you became an animal with one goal, to protect the person you loved, to save whoever was in trouble.

And the only way you knew how to do that was to give the other person hell.

With the knife in your hand, you swung your arm, aiming to injure anyone that got in your way. You screamed, a bullet scraped against your back and you gripped onto the knife that was currently implanted in another persons stomach, they gargled and writhed before falling to their feet as you focused on remaining standing. Struggling as they collapsed against you, you shoved them away, and looked around, they were raiding the house, but what was the point? The important people were right by the front door.

“Oh my fucking god, this is insane” Youngjae hissed, screeching as he dodged a bat coming down on him. Yoo Youngjae was the technician guy, the one who had all the smarts in the computers, as a mafia member one would think you should know how to defend yourself if you live such a dangerous life. But not delicate Yoo Youngjae, he was a technician guy who closed his fingers over his fist when he threw a punch unless he was reminded not to and used his words to defend himself, but Youngjae couldn’t see his words of wisdom stopping a bullet from puncturing him if he didn’t get to safety soon. So Youngjae ran and you barely missed him with the knife you were swinging around. Youngjae ran up the stairs as Yongguk came down and screamed a shrill of horror when Yongguk grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back in the direction he had come from, where the chaos was ensuing, the chaos Youngjae was trying to escape.

“Get in the weaponry room now” Yongguk commanded and Youngjae gratefully did as he was told.

Jongup’s head snapped to the left, he stumbled and Kyungil followed him with long strides into the kitchen. It became a battle of fists as Kyungil threw his gun to the floor, angry pants leaving him through grit teeth and Jongup dumped the rifle on the kitchen bench with a flick of his arm. Jongup kicked Kyungil away from him, stopping his attack and Kyungil staggered as Jongup followed him again. Jongup grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and dragged him over to the sink where he turned the hot water on and gave it a few seconds to meet the desired temperature.

“Your face is a bit scratched Kyungil, let me clean the wounds for you” Jongup sniggered and forced Kyungil under the stream of hot water. The water met Kyungil’s face and he kicked and threw his limbs around, pushing himself away from Jongup and the bench before him as he tried to escape his torture. The punishments seemed never ending. The hot water, the fridge door smashing against his head, Kyungil was seeing four of everything until he had reached for his gun again. Jongup kicked it away just before he could reach it and the two brawled on the ground, grabbing at the collar of their shirts and pressing down on each other’s throats as they used their fists against each other.

You were so confused that you felt blind, it was the second time you had your gun pointed in a random direction, your other hand covering your eyes as you pulled the trigger and hoped for the best. You could hear the firing of the gun but you would never hear what it collided with amongst the choir of disaster surrounding you. You were grabbed, you felt the cold tip of the barrel of a gun on your temple, you could hear the trigger pulling back and you took in a deep breath, your eyes closing after being open for only a second.

It always seemed like the world around you came to a stop when you closed your eyes. You were one to close your eyes when you heard something blissful or when you felt at peace or were stuck in a reminiscent moment. But the was nothing calmingly good about having the barrel of a gun against your head. Your hand moved back in a sharp hit, the knife was in your hand and you were hearing more screams from just centimetres behind your ears. You escaped their grip, you couldn’t dare to look back and see the damage you had done, to know if it had ended someone’s life or scared them for the reminder of their time in existence.

You toppled into the kitchen, dropping your gun as your hands momentarily took the strength of jelly upon themselves. You legs followed that feeling and you were on your knees, chest heaving as you reached for the gun whilst trying to bring your mind back to the current situation at hand. With the gun in hand and your mind the slightest bit clearer you stood up, your eyes looking straight and seeing why the kitchen was as quiet as it was. Your lips separated as if to let out a scream, a gasp, maybe some sort of cry for help or even Jongup’s name but you were too mortified to give out a single syllable.

Jongup stood with his hands raised, rifle far from reach as he stared Kyungil straight in the eye, who had his gun raised, his back to you as he stood side on, one arm raising and his head tilted forward so he could look Jongup in the eye down the point of the gun. Jongup looked to his right and saw you, your whole body was shaking and Jongup could see the deep scowl forming on your flawless face and he immediately grew worried as your foot raised and you took a step forward. Kyungil was a tall man so there was no intimidating action of putting your gun to his head like you had experienced. Instead, you stood in front of Jongup, putting yourself in the firing line with your own gun pointing at Kyungil as your body remained fueled by anger that eliminated any common sense and logic that you once had.

“You people are gonna have to learn that no one hurts my husband, and no one threatens the Moon’s mafia” You snarled, sounding like a whole nother person as you aimed and put your pointer finger on the trigger.

“That’s nice, but you’re only pushing in on the line for death honey” Kyungil pulled back the barrel of his gun. Why hadn’t he done that yet? The action left you distracted and you shook as he shot at you just as you pulled your own trigger on instinct.

Jongup could have sworn everything was in slow motion as you screamed and the bullet dug into your skin and delved itself into your flesh, Kyungil fell backwards, the bullet you fired brushing his hand making him drop the gun as the bullet travelled to his chest. Kyungil fell silent without Jongup’s notice, sprawled out on the now dirty tiled floor. Jongup caught you in his arms and immediately put his hand over the wound, stopping the bleeding to the best of his ability.

“Y/N, Y/N open your eyes. Y/N. Y/N tell me if you can hear me Y/N!” Jongup begged, laying you down and giving you a shake. There was no response and Jongup let out a cry as Daehyun came running into the kitchen.

“Where the hell have you been?!” He howled and Daehyun jabbed his thumb over his shoulder, he was only in his underwear.

“I was in a situation that could have gone a lot further than molestation” He gasped, then his eyes fell down on you lying lifelessly on the kitchen floor, and then he looked at Kyungil, unbreathing and covered in red liquid that Daehyun automatically recognised as a lot of blood, like a shit load of blood.

“What the fuck happened in here?!”




FOR gol-d-drake, mikan-neko AND agent-texass

anonymous asked:

You would seem like the expert (and x-pert) on the following topic: how do you tell the difference between a picture of Matt Murdock and Scott Summers in the wild?

Assuming that you’re talking about the comics versions, hair color is the gold standard. Matt’s is red; Scott’s is brown. Unfortunately, that’s dependent on lighting, and they’re often both colored with reddish-brown hair, so here are a few other varyingly consistent clues:

Glasses Shape: round frames usually mean Matt (I can think of one story where Scott wears them, but he’s fully decked out in ‘60s clothes and running around with Emma Frost, so it’s pretty easy to pick out); and wraparounds or sports-style glasses pretty much always mean Scott.

Accessories: Scott often has an X-Men or Xavier School logo somewhere on his person, even when he’s not in costume. Matt carries a white cane and often a briefcase.

…of course, then sometimes you get a panel like this; and, well:

Memory 1/2

My prompt for this week was “Finding something that has been lost.” It ended up being 11.5k words long, so I will post it in two parts. 

This one got me so excited! Please let me know what you think. :D

This is a bit of psychological memory/dream fun for Tony. 

Please look for the cut!

Sometime after Howard died, Tony had started dreaming of Captain America. In his dreams, Tony called him Steve, and Steve called him Iron Man. They fought side-by-side, Steve in his familiar patriotic uniform, Tony in a suit of armor that let him fly. At the end of the fight, Steve would put a hand on his shoulder and call him Shellhead. He would smile, even covered in dirt, and sweat, and blood, and Tony would feel like he was flying with his feet firmly on the ground.

When the grizzled captain of Howard’s survey vessel had shown up asking where his grant had gone, Tony had considered throwing him out. Instead, he’d put on two layers of long underwear, bought a parka, and gotten on a creaky boat to go explore glaciers. Just like the old man had year-after-miserable-year.

The water rocked him to sleep, and he dreamed of Captain America in Tony’s mansion home. Tony saw the mansion through the eyeslits of a helmet, with Steve ahead of him on the stairs. They moved together through the house, and Tony had the strangest feeling that they were having a conversation he couldn’t quite hear. It seemed like his ears weren’t working exactly right.

Steve stopped him as they crossed into the kitchen, and turned to face him. Tony was aware of Steve’s hand on his arm, but he couldn’t feel it through the armor. He imagined he could, though, the warm expanse of his palm pressed into Tony’s skin, long artist’s fingers curled around his bicep.

“I miss you, Shellhead,” Steve said. He set his forehead against Tony’s helmet. “I miss you. Come back.”

“Back?” Tony asked, but his voice wouldn’t carry through the helmet. “I’m right here.”

“Come back,” Steve repeated, and pressed a kiss to Tony’s helmet. “I’m waiting for you.”

Tony woke shivering and coated in a slick layer of sweat. He ducked further into his sleeping bag and wiped clammy hands across his face. His lips were chapped and salty with sweat and his feet were both cold and sweaty. He struggled out of the sleeping bag and cursed at the cold floor even through two pairs of socks, and squeezed himself into the tiny head. He tried to be grateful that he had a private bathroom and shower, but it was hard to do when he was hung over, freezing, soaked in sweat, and barely had room to turn around between the toilet and the shower stall.

He shucked off his sweaty long underwear and stepped under the spray as soon as it was warm enough not to give him frostbite. The first touch of the warm water made him convulse with shudders, and he danced in a quick circle around the chilly tile. Fog rose up against the glass door to obscure the rest of the head, and for a second Tony could believe that he was back in his dream, showering after a battle. For some reason, even looking at Steve –Captain America, Christ, his subconscious was on a (kind of) first name basis with Captain America – Tony was sure that he had to keep his identity a secret. Captain America was Steve and Tony was Iron Man.

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Diamond in the Rough

Beautiful artwork is done by @slugette. I still cannot thank you enough!

Chapter 28

Pairing: Cullen x Trevelyan

Rating: SFW

Tags: Romance, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Link: AO3

In Regency Era Thedas, Orlais and Ferelden are at war. As an officer in Ferelden’s army, Cullen is entrusted with an important document, one that he must keep secret and deliver it to the right hands at any cost. He is betrayed, someone leaking his position and he and his men are set upon by Orlesian soldiers. Grievously wounded, Cullen flees into the Orlesian countryside. Elya saves his life, healing his wounds and keeping him hidden.  Her manners give her away as more than just a typical country girl. As he grows stronger and they grow closer, he becomes more and more intrigued by the quiet woman and her secrets. Cullen knows that he cannot stay, his duties calling him away.

A world of Thedas retelling of Aladdin, in a Regency Era setting!

The next few days were easily the happiest days of Cullen’s life. The crew was in good spirits from the wedding, seeing Elya and Cullen as passengers who brought adventure and fun. Scamper they accepted with open arms, having a good time pitting the two Mabaris together in races and tug-of-wars. During the day, Cullen would work with the crew on his fighting skills, giving lessons and rebuilding his strength. Elya would work on Scamper’s limp, arthritis the cause. She packed herbs around his elbows, bandaging them in place. She thought for sure the dog would chew them off, but he perfectly understood her warning that if he did, he would get no table scraps for a week. The amusement in his black eyes told her he saw through her lie, but he obeyed her anyways.

They took their meals in the mess room with the crew, but their dinners in the Captain’s cabin, their unexpected friendships growing deeper. Cole would join them sometimes, disappearing and reappearing at random. He still made everyone jump with surprise every time he did, but they had all accepted him. Every now and then Cullen would see him speaking to one of the crew, and the person always seemed to look better afterwards. Whatever the spirit boy was doing, he was living up to what he claimed he was.

Cullen and Elya were never far from each other’s sides, and sometimes slipped away to their cabin in the middle of the day. At night, they held each other as they slept. It was Cullen’s daydream, but on a ship instead of his home estate. He still couldn’t believe his luck, double checking to see that Elya was still there, was still real. Sometimes he would wake and fear it had all been a dream, only to find that his wife was curled into him, her easy breathing calming his frantic pulse. He would kiss her softly on her forehead or shoulder and fall asleep with a relieved sigh.

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Ridiculous Reveals

The Miraculous Ladybug fandom has had so many great possible identity reveals, but have you considered:

  • Oops, I tripped and my miraculous fell off (like the freezer scene from Lady Wifi). …And I didn’t have time to get fully dressed before the akuma attack. Well, this is awkward.

  • I accidentally messed up your hair with chewing gum/a freak scissors accident in class today and I am so sorry, but in my defense I also was not expecting you to also be my superhero partner…I am awkward. Sorry. How do I bring up this secret identity thing without you hating me?

  • While we were being superheroes and saving the day, I got a parking ticket/my car got towed and I noticed before we changed back and made a big deal about it. Apparently I was your ride here.

  • That’s my phone number on your face…apparently that was a permanent marker. Sorry.

  • Ladybug agrees to reveal her identity to Chat Noir, but is nervous about it, so she tries to make a game out of it, telling him that’s she’ll only reveal her identity  if he wears Ladybug merch and ONLY Ladybug merch for a whole week. She even gives him a “Ladybug is the Best” pin to wear. When Adrien shows up in class decked out in ladybug clothing, Marinette is shocked. But she gets over it quickly proceeding to snicker at Adrien for the rest of the class. The next day Marinette comes to school in a Chat Noir costume and stops in front of Adrien’s desk. He’s still wearing his Ladybug clothing and when he looks up at her, she smirks and whispers “Hey Bugaboo. 6 days to go.” Then winks. Adrien spends the rest of the class period losing his mind, while Mari keeps making cat puns just to mess with him.

  • Apparently, I just spent thirty minutes ranting about you to your face until you couldn’t take it anymore and revealed yourself. 

  • You went into the wrong bathroom/locker room to change into your superhero persona.

  • I recently told your superhero/civilian self I just wanted to be friends, but only because I have a massive crush on you, not because I wasn’t attracted to the other version of you. I swear that logic made sense yesterday.

  • You have some really bizarre talent/knowledge that no-one else would ever conceivably have and you’ve told me about it in both your civilian and superhero form. It must be you. Why do you like this weird thing so much? 

  • I accidentally gave you something that you were horribly allergic too and it was awful, you had to inject an EpiPen and go to the hospital to get checked out. I felt so bad. So, my superhero/civilian pal, would you like these leftovers because I can’t give them to my crush? Why are you making that face? My cooking/baking’s not that bad is it?
Possible hints about Hide gaining power in CCG during :re

I’ve gathered them here for easier access, because they were all scrambled on some of my other posts. Will contain quotes from older posts and also some new things. A theme in all of them depict Hide as somebody with a good leadership sense who wants to do the right thing and is acceptant of others. You can debate why exactly this organisation, but if you look at all the things as a whole it points to CCG.

But first, a few words paragraphs about CCG’s future as an organisation. As we can see, things aren’t going well neither for CCG nor for Aogiri. Marude’s ominous words that there will be trouble in the future if Matsuri takes power and the many secrets and shady business going on behind the scenes don’t really help the situation. So a downfall is a pretty logical outcome, which will lead to CCG crumbling down and no longer existing.

However, when was the answer to anything big in this manga destruction? A positive outcome is usually achieved by change. Most of the Investigators in CCG are likeable people with good intentions from whom the truth is often hidden.The problem isn’t in the organisation as a whole, it’s the system and the way it’s controlled. Rather than destroy everything, there is always the possibility to change the system into something better.

In Hide’s tarot cards and trump card the key words are always: “new beginning“ and “change“ rather than “new beginning“ and “destruction“.

I’d also like to point out how CCG isn’t the organisation’s first name: it was Counter Ghoul Institution, but later on it was renamed. In a sense, we can expect for CCG to “die”  by changing the system and the name, creating an organisation that fights for real justice, both for humans and ghouls.

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Cosmic Witchcraft Challenge

Day Five. 
Your sun sign + description


There is a drive for the truth and nothing but the truth being a Libra. Stereotypes say that Libras are indecisive and yes that may be true but I feel it isn’t in the sense of superficial reasons. As a Libra I feel the need to balance every side of a situation where I can see how many avenues there are so I can determine what is best for me. I am not indecisive because I want everything or because I am confused and spacey about it, its because I want to know what will be right for me. I want to gain every bit of information I can so I can go forward with a clear head.  

I feel though since we are swayed some by Venus that we do lust after materialistic items. I for one want so many things (like tarot decks, crystals, a house, clothes, purses, so on so forth) but I know what I can get and I know what is just a fantasy. All in time, everything as a time and a place. I know the difference between indulging and saving. That balance of moderation is help from Lady Justice. 

They say Libras can be friends with anyone, which I feel yes can be true but with our cold, blunt truth that cuts like a sword people cast us away as bitchy. Since they hear cutthroat words they don’t see how loyal a Libra can be. It is hard for people to accept the truth but if you can handle a Libras truth you will have a friend to the end. I know as a Libra I will always stand for the ones who stand by me. All for one and one for all.

I’ve seen some hc’s of Gavin joining the crew after he’s caught badly pickpocketing Geoff, but what if he wasn’t? What if Gavin was the thief who not only robbed the king of Los Santos and got away scott free, but was cocky enough to do it again and again. The first few times Geoff doesn’t even notice, thinks its bad luck, faulty memory, blames himself for the loss and moves on. So Gavin gets cheeky, takes bigger risks and pinches more and more expensive items, escalating until Geoff notices, then further still until the man is worked up into a rage about it.

When Geoff finally catches him (A moment Geoff swears up and down wasn’t orchestrated by Gavin, but even he has doubts) Gavin is decked out in Geoff’s missing rolex, his pricey cufflinks and obscenely expensive sunglasses, his tailored jacket and his goddamn favourite belt-buckle. He has Geoff’s phone, the keys to one hide-out and half-a-dozen stolen cars, a wallet full of cards and one very valuable custom-made beretta. But Geoff has him now, and he’s going to kill him. Except, well. Geoff wasn’t expecting a kid, and he sure as hell wasn’t expecting said kid to treat his aggressive interrogation like a freaking job interview.

Say what you will about his methods, Gavin’s a bright guy and it didn’t take him long to work out where the real power lay in Los Santos. He had no intention of messing around with low level gangs in the hopes of gaining the right attention, of working his way up to the big leagues. No, he knows his talents, is confident in his ability to talk his way into a job once he gets an audience, and boy does he like to make an entrance.

Exo Reaction to coming home, and seeing you asleep in their shirt because you missed them.

A/N: This is only the first part because they are rather long and i wanted to do it in two parts :) hope you’re okay with this anon! The second half will be out tomorrow night~ These all include a cute shirt the member was spotted wearing at the airport i thought would look nice as sleeping shirts :)


“Jagi, I’m home!” He sang, letting his coat fall on the back of the couch, sliding his shoes off as he went to find you, his eyes scanning the living room and kitchen.
“Y/n?” He frowned, the house more quiet than it ever seemed.
A light, almost inaudible snore caught his attention, and his previous worried expression would turn into a smirk as he waltzed to the bedroom, pushing open the soft oak door.
“Baby are you-” he cut himself off, his fingers still wrapped around the door as his eyes turned up in joy.
There, in a ball, you laid, your body tightly coiled against your chest as you heaved your chest lightly. Baekhyun’s eyes would trail down your sleeping form, his smirk deepening as he saw you clad in his medium sized pink and white tee, which fit you like a dress. With you still in your deep slumber, baekhyun crawled up to you, sitting lightly on the bed and nosing your neck.
“I know Jagi, I missed you so much too.”


You waited, and waited, and waited some more for xiumin to get home. It had been 2 weeks since you last got to see him due to his schedule. But you were getting tired.
Sighing, you settled on the bed, your eyes scanning your hands in a bored fashion, before laying your head back to get a few moments of shut eye before he arrived.
In a now accidental deep sleep, you fell deeper into the bed, unbeknownst to you that only minutes later, xiumins keys began to jingle at your front door.
He kicked it open with the hell of his boot, before slamming it shut with his behind. He was in such a hurry to see you, he had almost forgotten the flowers he’d gotten you and had to run all the way back down for them. Clutching some light pink roses, he walked down the hallway to the only lit up room, your bedroom; in the entire house, calmly opening the door even though his insides were turning with anticipation.
He was close to tackling your form on the bed before he noticed you were fast asleep, lips parted slightly and hair splayed all around the white pillows. He set the roses down on the side of your head on the mattress, his hand coming up to lightly cup your cheek as he examined your nightly attire, his large shirt, fitted perfectly on your curves.
“You’re so cute y/n.” He giggled, his eyes closing in delight, causing you to stir.


“I’m on my way jagi”

Received 10:51 pm

Okay, I’m waiting. ~

Sent 10:53 pm

You placed your phone down, your smile widening as you sat on the couch waiting for kyungsoo, your fingers twitching with the urge to text him more, before you sighed and sank deeper into the couch. Your eyes only fluttering closed for what felt like a second. Then you were abruptly out cold.

Kyungsoo opened the front door quickly, he had sent you several other texts explaining that he’d be a little late due to practice, his face cringing from the loud way the door creaked open..

12:51 am his phones clock illuminated.
He flicked on a lamp, almost yelping when he eyed your limp body, positioned awkwardly on the couch, mouth wide, and a small dribble of drool pooling on your side.

“What am I going to do with you.” Kyungsoo whispered, his full lips turning up into a small smile as he recognized his large tee on you, your fingers clutching at the fabric.
He creeped up slowly, before softly sitting next to your body, and picking you up so that your form was holding onto him instead of the couch, and since you were such a deep sleeper, you didn’t even stir, only causing him to smile more as kyungsoo let his head hang to the side, admiring your features and his attire that looked better on you.
“I love you.”


“Why can’t you come now?” You whined over the phone, curling into yourself on your silky bed. Kai hadn’t been home in two weeks due to his hectic tour schedule, and it wasn’t often he could even make it to see you, netizens following his every move. But he had promised this time, which only made you angrier.

“I just can’t y/n. I’m sorry, I just have so much to finish right now. I want to come, you know I do, but I’m in a bind.” His soft, deep voice rumbled into your ear as the chatter of the other boys echoed in the background. You sighed.

“I understand Kai.. I’ll see you whenever you have time.”

He was silent for a bit, before saying his goodbyes and I love you’s. After you hung up, your lonely feeling only got worse, and intensified when you heard one of their songs come on your shuffle.
You groaned loudly an reached over to slam the iPod off, wrapping yourself in a blanket as you sulked in your fuzzy fortress of sad.
“Stupid Kai.” You mumbled, falling into a coma.

She’s gonna be so excited.” Kai thought to himself, walking towards your apartment door and letting himself in with his key.
Once he entered, he dropped all his things, and sprinted down the hall to find you, before he pushed open the door to your bedroom an stifled an “aw” at your sleepy face.
“Is that my shirt?” Kai whispered, examining your body.
Holy shit it is, she looks adorable.” He infernally screamed, trying to resist the urge to squeeze you, instead opting to sit next to you on the bed, his lips coming in contact with your cheek.
“Mmmm…kai?” You stirred, eyes fluttering open as you saw your smiling boyfriend, looking tired but happy.
“Mmm, yes Kai. Now come here, the manager only let me come for the night.” Kai voiced, his arms picking you up and wrapping his around yours, the odd feel of his own tee rubbing on him causing him to giggle.
Still groggy, you complied, resting your head on him, sleepily taking everything in.

“Nice shirt.” Kai spoke, only a few seconds after you managed to remember the nights events.
A hot flush came to your cheeks realizing you had still been decked out in Kai’s clothes. You covered you face,
“I have to go change.”
Kai nodded his head vehemently.
“Not on my watch.” He whispered, his arms tightening around your flushed form.


The hot steam from the shower fogged your vision as you stumbled out from the shower, your freshly washed hair smelling strongly of a mixture of citrus fruits, your body sparking clean. You smiled as you dried the last of yourself off, slipping on your silky pink panties, and turning to the drawer to find something to wear for the night.
You opened yours quickly, before an idea popped into your head.
Chen, your boyfriend, was going to be gone for 3 days on a one day concert in Japan,
‘He shouldn’t mind if just wore one of his shirts.’ You thought to yourself, you lips pursing in agreement as you rummaged through his now open compartment, before your fingers grasped a large familiar tee, you brought it up to your nose, it still smelt of him. Smiling, you placed it over your damp hair, examining yourself in the mirror as you took in your figure in the mirror, it was just low enough to expose the under most part of your ass, but keep it classy. You sighed. Chen wasn’t there so it didn’t matter. Throwing your hair back to dry, you shook your hands and crawled into bed, only taking solace in the fact that Chen was only gone for 3 days, but even that didn’t help, and fell asleep rather quickly.

“I sent her like 15 messages, chanyeol.” Chen stated, his eyes glued to his phone as he rode in the taxi with his friend, their flight and concert cancelled and extended to another day due to complications.
“Well maybe because it’s 2:27 in the morning.” Chanyeol dead panned at him, rolling his eyes as Chen typed out another message. Knowing you’d be out cold.

When he finally arrived to the house, there was no stopping him as he made his way to the house, and ultimately up to the room, his eyes scanning in the darkness, your sleeping body.
Joyfully, Chen lightly walked towards you, his fingers coming up to pull down the sheets of the covers to get a closer look at you, unable to stop peeling of the covers, until you were leafy ally bare in front of him. Your sleeping self still unmoving.

“My shirt…” He said to himself lightly. “She’s wearing…my shirt.” Chen repeated, his mind almost unable to collect himself at the image. His hands inching toward your sides, his want to wake you up subsided as he became content with watching you snore lightly, clad in nothing but clothes that smelled like him.
“I never wanna leave you jagi.”


“Where are you going?” Lay questioned you lightly, your hair pulled into a high pony tail and your jogging shoes on. You rolled your eyes lightly, figuring it should have been painfully obvious.
“I’m going running, duh.” You gestured to your colorful shoes, and shook your ponytail at him.

“But I’m going to work in half an hour.” He frowned, letting his head fall to the side of the brown couch.
“I’ll see you when you get back then.” You reasoned with him, Bouncing up to place a chaste kiss on his soft cheeks.

“What if I get back late?” He mumbled softly.
“Then wake me up, okay?” You giggled, his little nose scrunching up as he resigned to let you leave.
“Okay, I’m gonna. You better not get mad.”

With a wave, you hopped down your stairs and started on your run, blasting your music as you let the wind whip behind you.
“You’re gonna wake her up? But it’s 2 am.” Chen frowned, looking at lay oddly as he drove him back to your shared house, speeding up the blocks at a quick pace.
“She said to wake her up when ever I get home.” Lay expressed to Chen, seeing nothing wrong with his logic.
“I don’t think she meant this late.” Chen shrugged, resigning and leaving his friend to do whatever is was he was going to do.
Saying their goodbyes, as Chen pulled out of the driveway, lay marched his way inside, humming a little tune his whole way.
Once he got through the wide door and down the long hallway, Lay pushed open the bedroom door, flipping on a lamp as he quietly placed his bags on the side.
“Baobei~” Lay sang, his eyes widening at your sleeping body, your legs spread slightly as your hands cupped your pillow.
His head cocked as he saw a familiar piece of fabric draped over you, his tee. He moved closer to you, his blush appearing as he saw your upper thigh exposed to him.
But then, his foot hit the side of the dresser, rocking the contents on it, a paper weight crashing to the floor, causing you to stir.
“L-lay?” You groggily spoke.
He let go of the breath he was holding, and sighed, coming closer to you to sit on the bed.
“Hi, I’m sorry I woke you up.” He mumbled.
You let out a sleepy laugh.
“I told you to, didn’t I?”