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Valentine’s Day

Happy Valentine’s Day to all of my dear followers! You guys are amazing and I love you all. <3 

Quick shout out to my girl @noenoemi for helping me find the cards. They do not belong to me and were found through Google.


Jonathan wasn’t the biggest fan of Valentine’s Day; though it had more to do with the fact that he rarely had anyone to celebrate with, than the idea of it being a made up holiday for stores to sell overpriced candy and cards to the unsuspecting public.

He dreaded the day, because it just reminded him how horribly lonely he was, and how his romantic life was virtually nil. It also emphasized how deeply in love he was with his best friend, with no hope for the future due to the fact that said best friend was straight, and completely unavailable.

Which is why, when he opened his locker on the tenth of February, he was extremely surprised to find a small red envelope sitting among his books.

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Cake

Pairing: Jim x Reader 

Word Count: 2643

Warnings: Some swearing, fluff

A/N: Wow I definitely didn’t intend for it to be that long. Also, one day I’m gonna get everything together and start making headers for these posts, but that day is not today. Today I’m going to sleep because I’m currently dying from cramps. Hope you guys enjoy, though! Also, there’s a pic of the bike I mention at the bottom of the fic if any of you are curious. 

You knocked frantically on Jim’s door. Bones was gonna kill you. A few seconds passed without answer and you pressed your ear to the door, listening for movement. Hearing nothing, you pounded on the door again.

“Jesus Jim answer the goddamn door,” you called.

If Jim could’ve yanked open the automatic door, you’re sure he would’ve. He was scowling deeply, hair sticking up in all directions - the first time you’d seen it anything less than perfect. His shirtless torso was still perfect, though, and those gray sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips were downright tantalizing.

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Letter

It’s Valentines day and I’m forever alone so I’m writing super fluffy things and one heartbreak because I'm evil


Another owl lands in front of you holding a red envelope. You offer the bird a treat and take the envelope. This was the 5th one today, apparently, boys thought you were quite a catch and kept sending you Valentine’s day cards. You only had sights on one boy, who was head over heals for another girl. You could sense the cliche. 

“Oo! Another one huh y/n” your friend teases. 

You roll your eyes and tear open the envelope. A smoke unicorn hops out of the envelope and prances around. You stare in awe as it leaves a trail of pink smoke. It stops in front of you and bows before disappears in a puff of smoke and leaves a small card that smells of Cinnamon. You pick up the card and look at it. The border is a shimmery gold and the writing is messy but a cute messy 

Your heart is so golden that a Niffler would paw at your heart

Seeing you makes my stomach flutter like I have a million Billywigs inside

I get so nervous around you I wish I could turn invisible like a Demiguise 

You’re more magnificent than a Thunderbird 

I would be honored if you would meet me outside of Honeydukes this Valentines. 

“Who was that from?” you friend asks. You look all over the card but couldn't find a name. 

“I don’t know” you reply. 

Names crossed your mind as you were trying to figure out who sent the letter. A certain animal lover with floppy hair and shy demeanor crossed your mind but you shook it away, he probably liked someone else. 

“Are you going to go?” They ask. 

“Yeah, I think I will.” 

You spent the rest of the day wondering who sent the letter to you. You walked into potions and sit down. 

“Okay class, since its almost valentines day. I thought we could brew Amortentia” your professor says. 

“Does anyone know what Amortentia is?” your professor asks. 

A boy in the back raises his hand, “Amortentia is the world’s strongest love potion. It smells like what the person loves most”. 

“Fantastic, 10 points to Hufflepuff” they say. They write down the intricate steps on the board. 

“Once you successfully finish and I check it off, you will write down what you smell. It will be confidential, Please begin.” 

You turn to your partner and see they’re deep in conversation with a boy. You roll your eyes and get up to grab the ingredients.  You grabbed some rose thorns and powdered moonstone. You were searching for peppermint when someone tapped your shoulder. You turned and see Newt Scamander standing behind you holding out the last ingredient you needed. 

“Um, Thanks Newt” you say taking the leaves. 

“No problem, I saw you were looking for some and I had extra so” he explains.

You both awkwardly stand in silence before Newt breaks the silence. 

“I better get back to my potion. You know, before my partner blows up the cauldron. Again.” Newt says. 

You giggle at the memory of his partner blowing his eyebrows off. Newt turns and his eyes widen. 

“WAIT DARVIN THATS THE WRONG INGREDIENT!” Newt yells as he scrambles over to Darvin before he could ruin the potion. 

A small smile appears as you watch Newt focus on his potion. He looked up at you and you averted your eyes. You walked back to your desk and started the potion. 

“Well done Y/n, Now, write down what you smell and turn it in.” Your professor tells you. 

You nod and pull out some parchment. You leaned over your potion. Cinnamon, lavender, freshly cut wood and something else you couldn’t figure out. You wrote down what you smelled and stood up to turn in your potion and your paper. 

“Ah Y/n, I need your help. Can you please organize these papers by alphabetical order, please” Your professor orders. 

You pick up the papers and go through them. You tried only looking at the names but when you came across Newt’s, it was hard to resist. You looked down and saw what he wrote. 

“Rain, freshly baked cookies, and perfume” you murmur quietly. 

Perfume? Your heart sank a little, you didn’t really wear perfume. Only on special occasions so he must have smelled someone else’s perfume. You finished organizing the papers and left. 

You flopped down on your bed and pulled out the little card you got this morning. You smiled at the words. You decided to meet up with this mystery man tomorrow. You fell asleep with the card still clutched in your hand. You failed to notice that the handwriting on the card was similar to writing you saw earlier today. 

You stood outside honeydukes fidgeting with your hands. They didn’t give you a specific time, what if we miss each other? What if this was all a joke? Maybe one of your friends was messing with you. You felt the stares from couples walking past you. You felt awkward so you went into Honeydukes. 

You walked around and hid in a corner. You felt silly waiting for someone you weren’t even sure was coming. You bought some chocolate frogs so the lady wouldn’t think it was weird you were just standing in the store for so long. You walked out and started heading back to the castle. 

“Y/N! Wait!” You turned around and saw a very flustered Newt. 

“I’m sorry I was late, er well, I’m sorry I didn’t put a time on the card. You see i was so focused on actually getting myself to write a letter to you that I forgot to put important details” Newt explains in a rushed voice. 

“You sent the note? With the smoke unicorn?” you ask. 

You were skeptical, there is no way your crush could have sent that. Way to cliche. 

“Why yes I did. D-did you not like?” He asks, his face falling a bit. 

“No No, I adored it! It was so beautiful. How did you manage to conjure something like that?” you ask. 

Newt smiles and pulls out his wand. His face changes to his look of concentration and he drew a small unicorn. It pranced around and disappeared. 

“I asked Flintwood to teach me. I saw all those other guys ask you and I felt like I needed to do something special” Newt admits. 

“You didn’t have to do anything special Newt. You are one of the most amazing people I have ever met. I mean your so smart and cute and a little awkward and you know so much about animals,” you say. You notice Newt staring at you. 

“Sorry, that must sound really creepy” you say looking at the ground. 

“Do you really think that about me?” Newt asks, almost afraid of your answer. 

You look back up and nod your head, “Of course I do. You are something extraordinary Mr. Scamander” you say. 

“Oh! I almost forgot!” Newt exclaims. 

He sticks his wand in his mouth and rummages through his bag. He tried speaking but it was muffled by the wand. He pulls out a little journal with a bow on it. 

“Mrf-hrfe bhm” Newt tries to say. 

“Newt, wand” you remind him. He takes his wand out of his mouth and sticks it behind his ear. 

“I was trying to say, I would have wrapped it but I learned I am quite horrible at wrapping” He explains. you open up the journal and notice there are moving creatures on every page. 

“Newt this is amazing. I didn’t get you anything. Oh I feel horrible now” you say.

“It’s okay, I wanted to get you it and you don’t have to get me anything” Newt says. 

“Well thank you so much Newt” you lean and kiss his cheek. His blush returns and he starts fidgeting again. 

“I have some chocolate frogs, here” you say handing him one. 

“Thank you y/n, I’ll cherish it forever” Newt jokes 

“Care to accompany me to the three broomsticks?” you ask. 

“I would love to” he replies. You grab his hand and intertwine your fingers. 

“Would you ever like to be on a chocolate frog?” you ask randomly. 

“It would certainly be an achievement, but what could i do that would deem me worthy of such a thing?” Newt asks. 

“Oh, i’m sure you’ll do something amazing Newt,” you say “Maybe it will have to do with Beasts” you suggest. 

“Ah yes, I see it now, Small boy on chocolate frog card for helping magical creatures” Newt says rather dramatically. You let out a laugh that makes Newt smile more. 

“That perfume, you’ve worn it before right?” Newt asks. 

“I wore it the first day of school, I think” you reply, “Why?” 

“No reason” Newt says. 

You shrug it off and put your head on Newts shoulder. You breathed in his coat smell and almost tripped when you recognized the smell. You smiled to yourself and held Newts hand a little tighter. 


FLUFFITY FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF OMFG. I am. *sings off key* Forever alone. Happy Valentines y’all Hope someone treats you like Newt Scamander would. 

Roommates Don’t Do That  Pt. 1/2 [m]

Summary: You think your roommate Taeyong is far too sweet to have any naughty thoughts and that he only appreciates you as a roommate. So what happens when you come home early to find him getting VERY naughty?

Rating: M

Pairing: Taeyong + U

Parts: ½


“And cut!” cried the Director. “Great job, everybody!”

You breathed a sigh of relief. You could finally put down the stupid pompoms, stop bouncing around and take a break.

You bowed to everyone on the set as you made your way over to mingle with the crew. This MV would be shooting for four more days and you were exhausted but you were glad for the pay. This was the longest gig you’d had yet. Playing a teeny cheerleader fantasy girl in a Teen Top music video wasn’t exactly meaningful acting work per se, but the exposure was damn good and it would look very nice on your still quite meager resume.

You picked up a bottle of water from the catering table and then spotted a seat next to your friend, Ara, so you hopped into it. “Hey,” you said cheerfully.

She nodded in reply, barely looking up from her phone. “How do I find a roommate?” she asked you, her eyes still scanning listings on some roommating app. Her nose wrinkled at some of the options. There was an endless stream of possibilities but all those guys definitely looked like creepy mouthbreathing weirdos. Even you shuddered a little and you weren’t the one who’d have to live with them. She sighed. “I don’t want just any roommate. I want a sex bunny like you’ve got.”

You drew back a bit. “Excuse me?” you asked, letting out a few chuckles. “Taeyong? A ‘sex bunny?’”

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Overprotective

Request: I would love if you could write something sibling related! I’m a twin (I have a brother) and I think Negan would be a fun but way Overprotective Big brother. Maybe a day at The Sanctuary with Negan and his twin sister who likes Dwight. - @cherieann-2001

Pairings: Negan x Reader, Negan x Twin Sister!Reader, Dwight x Reader

Warnings: language.


Waltzing outside the doors of the Sanctuary, you were greeted by the brisk, warm air. Smiling to yourself, you hummed a quiet tune as you walked around, admiring your home. Sure it wasn’t the most beautiful place, but it was home to you, your brother, and a numerous handful of others. While entranced with your walk, you slammed into something and huffed a breath.

Your brother stood in front of you, with his usual shit-eating grin. Lucille was slung loosely over his shoulder as he whistled quietly. He slung his free arm over your shoulder and started to walk with you on your original path. You rolled your eyes as he walked with you.

“How is my favorite twin sister today?” Negan asked you, grinning at the Saviors that kneeled as the two of you walked by them. You shoved his arm off of your shoulder and punched him in the upper arm.

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Bad Girl Ch 6: Playing Gangster

“I’m done with this Yongguk oppa, we set the price and the date together, there is no reason the shipment shouldn’t be here yet,” I remind the elder.

He chuckles nervously and runs his hand through his hair, “Jooyoung-ah don’t be so cruel with your oppas, you know we would never wrong you in anyway. There was just an issue with the ships, just give us one more day and we will have it for you.”

I nod, “I have no issue with waiting, my issue is handing over the money. I don’t pay until I have what I want.”

“You don’t trust me?” He snaps.

Jiho takes a step forward but I hold my hand out to stop him. I cross my arms over my chest and scan the faces of the five men in front me, noting that their youngest member is missing. “I don’t trust anyone that isn’t part of my gang. This matter isn’t up for debate Oppa, I’ll give you your money when I receive my product like we have done a dozen times before, don’t make this difficult. Why are you in such dire need of this money?” My group behind me seems to come closer, preparing for some kind of out break.

Yongguk groans and combs his fingers through his hair again, “These little bastards, some new gang that is trying to get a hold of our territory, took Zelo. They sent us notes about a ransomed either 100,000 dollars for his head or our territory.”

“I know you guys have that much, what is the problem?”

“We are short 10,000 due to some issues but we need that money to get him back tonight, so please Jooyoung-ah, do this for us this once,” I surprised when the prideful man drops to his knees and bows his head.

“This is not our problem,” Jiho warns me but I ignore him and look behind me, past him, to Hanbin who is watching intensely.

“Hanbin oppa, go find the kid,” I command.

“Jooyoung,” Jiho snaps.

“I’m not paying the ransom for them, just go bust in and get the kid. This new gang could cause some problems for us if they are already starting trouble with people as powerful as BAP. Plus I’m not just doing it out of the kindness of my heart, we will be receiving a very good deal when the next few shipments come in, right Yongguk oppa?” I smile bitter-sweetly at the older man.

He nods eagerly, revealing his gummy smile, “Thank you so much white dragon.” The other five quickly drop to their knees along side him and bow so their foreheads rest on the dirty ground of the warehouse we are occupying.

I click my tongue and nudge them with my heel, “None of that, I will see you tomorrow for the shipment, all of you, so rest easy night. But just a little reminder, if something like this ever happens again while my beloved back dragon is here this won’t end so nicely, got it?” Turning on my heel I face the eight men that usually accompany me on my business adventures. They follow me, well Jiho is actually leading, to the SUV that is waiting out side the warehouse. Jiho opens the back door for me to slide in the middle while the others go around to climb in the back or sit on my other side. Bobby is on my left while Junhoe is on my right, Hanbin takes the front, which means the other three were forced in the back. The minute Jiho gets into the drivers seat we lock eyes in the review mirror.

“You have to stop being so nice,” He scolds me.

“I wasn’t that nice, I gave him a pretty good threat at the end, right Junhoe-ya?” I elbow the younger.

He nods quickly, “Of course, you were terrifying; had me shaking in my boots.”

“Don’t feed into her delusion,” Hanbin glares at the poor boy.

“You’re just mad that you can’t go out tonight now,” I lean forward and poke Hanbin’s cheek teasingly. He tries to bite my finger, earning a flick on the forehead from Jiho.

“I know she’s being a little mouthy but you bite her, I’ll beat you,” Jiho threatens.

“Calm down guard dog,” I pat him on his head, “How about some lunch? I’m starving.”

“We actually have to go get ready for tonight,” Bobby reminds us, “So if you could drop us off near head quarters that would be great.”

Jiho nods, “Sure thing, pretty bird you actually have plans so you wouldn’t have been able to anyway.”

I lean forward and rest my elbows on the center console, “Oh really, with whom?”

He flicks my forehead while the others pull me back and secure my seat belt, “The boss man of course.”

The drive to head quarters in aggressively playful, Hanbin tries not to smile as I tease his men and harass Bobby to the extreme. By the time we get there Hanbin, Chanwoo and Jinhwan are dying of laughter while the others about fling themselves out of the still moving car to get away from me. The minute the car stops Bobby and Junhoe basically fall out of the car but quickly try to recover by brushing the dirt off their suits. The others quickly follow, bowing before heading into the tall building. I climb into the front seat, ignoring Jiho’s whining about how I should have got out and walked around.

I straighten my clothes and flash him a smile, “So where is my beloved?”

“At home, he said he was going to cook you lunch,” Jiho answers as he rolls his eyes and pulls back into traffic. I stare absentmindedly out the window when he starts humming my favorite song.

“What song is that?” I ask.

“I don’t know, I heard it a long time ago and I just kind of stuck. Why, does it sound familiar or something?”

I shake my head, “You just hum it all the time and I really love it. I find it comforting.”

He chuckles, “Really?”

“Yep, because it makes me think of you and you always make me feel safe. I know I don’t tell you this enough Jiho oppa but I love you, like a brother of course but I want you to know that I love and appreciate everything you do for me.” I lean across the console to peck his cheek.

“Where is all of this coming from?”

“Zelo’s situation made me think about when I was kidnapped and how you saved me.”

Again he chuckles, but this time there is an edge to it, “I let you get kidnapped.”

“No, you protected me. Because of you, I made it out of there alive and I’m eternally grateful.”

He is silent for a minute and stares back at me until the light turns green, “Stop with all of this emotional stuff, you’re hurting my heart.”

“Come on Oppa, say it back,” I pout playfully as I take his hand, “You are the best big brother a girl could ask for, I love you.”

“Stop confessing to me,” He pulls his hand away and flicks me, “I would prefer to not loose my job.”

I sigh and accept defeat, already knowing his brotherly love for me. He pulls into the underground parking lot and parks the car in its spot before hopping out of the car. I walk around the car, distracted by my nails, I don’t see Jiho stopping in front of me. He turns around and pulls me into a tight hug, I find myself thinking back to when we first met on the street and smile, look how far we’ve come.

“I love you little sister,” He mumbles softly and kisses the top of my head. He releases me and leads me to the elevator like usual. We don’t talk the whole ride up but it’s a comfortable silence that makes a smile form on my face. He drops me off at my floor first before going down to his own. I step off the elevator and am automatically welcomed by our two guard dogs.

“Hello Leo, hello Ken,” I coo at the two dogs happily.

“How come the pets get greeted before me?” Jiyong whines as he comes out of the kitchen to give me a hug.

“Because they came to the door first, you have to be quick.” I sniff the air and pout, “You haven’t started lunch yet?”

He shakes his head, “Someone else called and left a very lovely voice message about how she needs to see you to apologize about what happened a few days ago.”

“You should just ignore her,” I whine, I really want to spend time with him today, as much as love Haneul I miss Jiyong.

“Too late, I already told her I was bring you over after you got back, speaking of which can I get a full view of this beautiful outfit,” He gives me a big smile as he steps back to check me out. I can’t hold in my laugh as he full on checks me out, going around in circles and everything. I strike a few poses for him, I’m wearing a fitting pin stripped suit, something Jiyong had costumed made for me. “You look like a real gangster,” He pecks my lips.

“Well I have to look the part if I’m playing gangster for the day.”

“Do you want to change before you go?” He wonders.

I groan, “Oppa, I don’t want to go, I want to take off my pants and lay in bed with you for the rest of the day.”

“Well after lunch we still have the rest of the day so don’t worry.”

“No, I want to have lunch with you.”

He chuckles, “You are so stubborn.”

I scoff, “Look who is talking, why are you trying so hard to get rid of me? Huh?”

“I just want you to enjoy your last bits of freedom.”

“Last bits of freedom?”

He nods, “Because in one month, we will be standing on the beach on some random tropical island with at most ten people saying our vows. After that we will not be leaving our villa for a whole month,” He nibbles on my neck playfully. “And then after that we will be traveling the world together for awhile, who knows when we will be back! Could be forever! I might just try to keep you all to myself for the rest of time.”

“Are you sure you want me to go?”

“I want you to have fun with your friends, you will see me tonight, and the next night and for the rest of time, you will be stuck with me. So as I said, enjoy your freedom while you can.”

A massive smile spreads across my face, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” We kiss lightly, I get ready to deepen the kiss when he pulls away and begins pulling me down the hall eagerly. “I almost forgot! I have a present for you!” I follow him without much choice, giggling at his childish happiness. He stops outside of our office doors, my old bedroom doors, and places his hands on the handle, ready for an exciting revel. “Okay, so I know that you were really upset about how you had to stop talking to Jihyo because you decided to step into my life so I wanted to give you a little something to remember her by.”

With that he throws the door open, I step inside and automatically get ready to bust into tears. Hanging above my desk is mine and Jihyo’s mug shots from years ago. Jiyong is behind me, his arms wrap around my waist, and his chin rests on my shoulder.

“Do you like it?” He hums.

I turn around in his embrace and return his hug, “Thank you so much,” I cry into his button up. Jiyong and I had talked about how I wanted to handle stuff with my family and friends when I first moved in. He recommended writing them letters and telling them I running away so that they wouldn’t get pulled into the drama and at first I was against it. But after really thinking it through I realized how right he was and agreed. It was one of the hardest moment in my life explaining to Jihyo in that letter about how much I’ll miss her and that she shouldn’t look for me.

“Please no crying, you’re breaking my heart love.”

I sniffle and wipe away my tears, “I’m sorry but Jihyo has the same set up above her bed at home it just made me miss her a bit.”

He kisses the top of my head, “One day you will be able to talk to her again, I promise, when things aren’t so crazy in our world we can go back to visit the real world.”

“Thank you.”


“You guys are annoyingly cute, you know that?” Haneul gages once again after she closes the front door and leads me into her house. We leave the entry way and head into the kitchen where she is cooking a delicious smelling lunch.

“I’m sorry that we don’t enjoy the same pet names as you and your princess,” I tease as I kick off my shoes and leap on to the counter.

“Hey, it’s not my fault I’m the king in our relationship,” She playfully snaps with a spatula pointed at me.

“Speaking of which I’m still waiting on your love story.”

“And I’m waiting on yours,” She eyes me, “that is another story for another time when we both feel comfortable sharing how we got to where we are.”

I nod, “Where is your Princess anyway?”

She sighs, “With his depressing cousins, he has been trying so hard to get them to leave that god damn house. He barely got them out the night of the party but the moment he mentioned that Jiyong would be there five of them seemed all for it. The other seven have sticks up their asses. I’m so sorry about what happened a couple of days ago, if it makes you feel any better Taemin got a beating when we got home.”

“What you guys do in the bedroom is none of my business,” I click my tongues at her.

“Get your mind out of the gutter and make yourself useful, can you make three settings on the dining room table?” She swats at me with a rag.

“Three?” I hop off the counter and wander over to where the dishes are.

“Tae should be back and if not we can eat his portion,” She gives me an evil grin as she stirs the beef soup, one of Taemin’s favorite foods. I shake my head and head into the dining room with all the needed dishes, even grabbing some of the sides that she already dished up. As I’m setting up the long dining table I hear the front door open and almost rush to greet, or actually tease, Taemin when I hear other voices.

Oh no.

“Jagiya, I brought my cousins over for lunch, I hope that’s okay!” Taemin yells as he walks closer. I panic and quickly scramble under the table. This can’t be happening again.

“Princess!” Haneul snarls, “I told you Jooyoung was coming over, I doubt she wants to see them after what she saw at the party.”

“Aw, did we scare your friend that night?” Baekhyun muses.

“We don’t want to frighten her, in fact we want to apologize,” Chanyeol plays along, what the hell are they up to though?

“They were really eager to come when I mentioned her being here so I thought maybe they could be friends?” Tae suggests innocently, hoping he’ll be able to avoid whatever punishment Haneul is already thinking of.

Hanuel scoffs, “Jiyong would rather get skinned alive than let these guys near her. I’m going to take her upstairs, you guys can have the dinning room.” I hear her shuffling around, her slippers come into view when she comes into the dining room and just as I’m about to climb out of my hiding spot six pairs of boots quickly follow her. “Jooyoung-ah? Where did you go?” She calls for me but I can’t get myself to respond.

“Jooyoung-ah, oh Jooyoung-ah,” Baekhyun sing songs.

“I want to see this pretty little thing I’ve heard so much about,” Tao hums behind him, not sounding as playful as Baekhyun, he almost sounds desperate.

“Come on out,” Chanyeol joins in, he even whistles making me glare at his boots.

“She isn’t a fucking dog,” Haneul spits.

“Little one,” A sweet voice calls and my heart drops. “Come here little one.”

I should have stayed home.

EXO Finds Out You’re Loud!

Contains: fluff / screaming / crushes / surprises / cuteness

[[ // Masterlist // ]]


// Minseok

It was only the second week of class, and the professor was already late for his own class.  So, like any student, you turned to your friend next to you and began talking about everything but the class.

“No, I’m not going to that party, I heard Sawyer is having one the same night and it’s gonna be LIT!”  Your eyes darted around when you realized how loud you had just been.  And your eyes met those of another student behind you, staring widely at you before looking away.

“Sorry,” you said to him.

“It’s okay.  I’m going to that party too,” he said.

“Oh, you know Sawyer?”

“Nope!  Do I need to?”

“I guess not…”

You turned back to your friend who was wiggling her eyebrows at you.

“What?” you asked, volume rising again.

“I’ll tell you later,” she said.

Originally posted by mvnghaos


// Junmyeon

You weren’t having a good day.  You’d walked all the way to the store only to realize you’d left your wallet at home.  As you huffed and turned around to go get it, someone nearby called you back and told you a joke.

It wasn’t even funny, the joke he’d just told, it had caught you so off-guard that you burst out laughing, hanging onto this man’s shoulder for support.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!“ you howled.  “That wasn’t even funny!!  And I’m having a rotten day, but somehow you still made me laugh!!

When you opened your eyes and looked up at him, you could tell he was a bit startled by your uproar.  “Hehe… glad you think it was funny.  You know, I’m the funniest one in my friend group,” he said a bit more confidently.

“Oh, are you?  Are you going to prove it or do you expect me to believe anything a stranger says?”

He raised an eyebrow.  “Sounds like a challenge.  I accept!  Here,” he said, handing you a wad of money and dashing away.

There was just enough for you to buy what you needed and written on one of the bills was a phone number.  You wondered if he wrote his number on all his money or if he had been planning this for a while.

Originally posted by bangtan-monsta


// Yixing

You weren’t sure why you’d taken a job working at a library.  Your fellow staff constantly had to shush you whenever you were helping someone at the desk, and today was no exception.

“Oh, wow, I’ve read this one, I loved it!” you said.

“SHH!” you heard behind you.

“Sorry,” you whispered before turning back to the man in front of you, who was returning the book that had gotten you excited and checking out another.  “Do you have your library card?”

He handed it to you.  “Zhang Yixing…” you read.

He nodded and asked, “Have you already taken your lunch break?”

“No, why?”

“I also loved this book and I’d be happy to talk about it with you,” he whispered with a smile.  “Since it seems you like to talk!“

You grinned, then careful to keep your voice down, you said, “Come back in half an hour.”

Originally posted by sehuntuperra


// Baekhyun

You were talking on the phone in the park and Baekhyun had turned his head because he thought he heard you screaming.

“BAHAHAHA!” your bellowing laughs were drawing some stares, so you tried to be a little quieter.  “Oh my gosh, that’s too funny, tell him next time I see him, we’re going to the norebang and we’re going to sing that song together.”

He was going to act like he hadn’t seen you, not to disturb your day, until he had heard what your plans were.

“…So you like to sing?” he came up and asked once you were off the phone.

“I LOVE to sing, especially duets.”

He smiled and began thinking of a cute way to get you to go to the norebang with him.

Originally posted by exoturnback


// Jongdae

Before, when he saw you not saying much, he thought of a strategy to get you to open up to him, but now that he knows you’re as loud as he is, he’s over the moon!

He runs up to you in the gym one day and begins talking to you openly about everything fitness related.

“I love to do pull-ups,” Jongdae says.  “I can do twenty without stopping!”

“PSSSSHHHHHHH, please,” you said rolling your eyes, but secretly hoping he would try to prove it to you.

He did.  And he did all twenty without stopping even to breathe, then he hopped down with a loud victory screech, which you echoed, causing the rest of the gym to look at you, but you didn’t notice.  Now all you noticed was Jongdae’s arms, and how big and strong they were.  You could tell he noticed, and was flexing just for you.

Originally posted by dayafterdae


// Chanyeol

“Hey, can you help me?  I know you’re in my music theory class and I’m having problem with diminished chords…”  You knew he was smart, especially in music, and before he had even agreed, you had your book out and were rambling about how you couldn’t understand and how it wasn’t making sense to you.  “…so yeah, I need your help.”  You took a breath, realizing you’d gone on for quite a while.

“Uhh…“ he began.  “I’ve never heard you talk this much.”

That wasn’t what you had expected to hear, as loud as you knew you were normally.  “I guess you just don’t know me very well,” you said with a laugh.

“I guess I don’t.  Maybe I should… and I can teach you about the chords too.  Want to go to the library?”

“HA!  No way, I’m unofficially banned,” you said with a laugh, and he laughed too.  “How about a practice room… it’s soundproof.”

Chanyeol nodded emphatically and followed you to the music building.

Originally posted by sehunsi


// Kyungsoo

When he thought you were quiet like him, he was comforted that maybe you’d be easier to talk to.  But now that he’s heard your howling laughter and seen how you are with your friends, he’s become intimidated.

But his fellow members don’t let him use that as an excuse.

He came up to you while you were alone, since he wouldn’t be able to handle talking to you while you were with your friends.

“H-hi, I’m Kyungsoo,“ he said with a bow.  “I like your shoes.“

“You noticed my shoes from way over there?” you asked, pointing almost 100 meters away to where the other members were standing, watching.

“Y-yeah, they’re that nice…!”  His voice quivered, and you laughed.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Kyungsoo.  I’m ______!”

It was an awkward beginning, but you were willing to see what this guy was all about.

Originally posted by ragdoll-cat


// Jongin

He thought you were cute when he thought you were quiet.

And he thinks you’re cute now that he knows you’re loud!

He came up to you at the bus stop and just stood there next to you while you were playing a game on your phone.  You looked up at him and he just smiled a bashful smile.

“Yes?  Do you need something?“  You recognized him; he was always there at the same time you were, but you’d never spoken to him.

“Umm…”  He scratched behind his head.

“Let me know when you remember.”

“I like your face!” he blurted out before covering his mouth.  The others waiting looked at him.

For once, you were silent.  The bus arrived and you got on, wondering if he would sit next to you.  He did.

“I’m ______,” you said.  “I like your face, too.”

“I’m Jongin.”

Originally posted by hystereksekai


// Sehun

You had just gotten off the phone with your friend.  She wasn’t going to be able to meet you, something had come up again, and you were about to walk home from the theatre when someone tapped you on the shoulder.

“I couldn’t help but overhear… you wanted to see Action Movie 5?” he asked.  You recognized him, Sehun, but hadn’t expected to see him here.

“Yeah, but ugh.  My friend is such a flake, she always does this!  Any time I make time for her, I never get the same courtesy back!”  You realized from the look on the man’s face in front of you that you were getting a bit loud and took a deep breath.  “Sorry, you don’t need to hear my life’s story.“

He held up two tickets.  “Someone canceled on me too.  Are you going to be that loud during the movie?”

You snorted.  “NO!  Of course not!”

He laughed and led you inside the theatre.

Originally posted by sehunsi

anonymous asked:

what makes namjoonie one of the best leader of all kpop group???

FINALLY. I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK ME THIS. THANK YOU. Hahaha!

Also, brace yourself. Incoming long post!

*clears throat*

(1) THE AMOUNT OF DEDICATION HE HAS. Kim Namjoon started out as an underground rapper, and got into BigHit to a group called B.P.B (former/original would-be BTS group), along with other rap members… he was mocked for this choice, as idols aren’t really acknowledged in the hiphop scene. Especially idol rappers.. which is now what he is.  They were promised that the group will be full on rap, no dancing/singing. But then later on they were forced to learn how to dance. One by one the members left, but Namjoon stayed despite it all. (No, he absolutely didn’t know how to dance, but you’d be surprised at how much he can now) Could you imagine how much dedication that took to stay when you see your group members quit and leave you behind + you’re forced to do something you can’t do and wasn’t promised to you in the first place?

If I’m not mistaken, Namjoon was one of the original BTS (B.P.B) member left. Later on, Suga and J-Hope came in the company, followed by Jin, Jungkook, V, and Jimin. The BTS we now all know was formed this way. 

He is always in the studio producing, producing, producing for the group. If not, he’s writing lyrics. Even the members admit, he almost never sleeps because he is always constantly working on their music. 

As I mentioned before, he previously doesn’t have a dancing bone on his body… AT ALL.

But BTS is famous for their hard-hitting, tough choreographies… and after watching him for the past year, I’ve seen him improve so SO much in dancing. 

Watch him on their dance practice to their Intro Performance (he’s the guy with the D shirt. Usually placed at the back for this very reason too) then watch him on I NEED U.  I’m very proud of him for improving a lot within a short span of time.

/this may be because I really relate to him on this… I previously do not know how to dance at all, and now… I’m actually in a dance crew and I’m continuously improving myself with dancing.

He recently released a vlog saying his current thoughts about his solo mixtape that he finally released which was 7 years in the making, as well as working on the new BTS album. That alone shows how dedicated he really is.

(2) HIS LOYALTY TO BANGTAN. I have a feeling… that because he was left behind by some of his friends during his B.P.B days. Namjoon treasures his BTS members a whole lot. If you watch his episode on the 4Things Show, he was tested through a hidden camera by being offered by their CEO to go do a solo career. (That way, he can finally establish himself fully as a rapper) Not a split second passed, without hesitation he said he chooses to be in BTS. 

I’ve seen a lot of times he showed how much he looks out for the rest of them. Although the members make fun of him a lot, I can see that they really look up to him (especially the maknae line), and he gives so much love back to them. 

(3) HE’S NOT AFRAID TO SHOW HIS WEAKNESS/GIVE HIS HONEST THOUGHTS. (In a mature, and intellectual way)

He admitted to being hurt by how he was always mocked as an idol, artist, and as a person. He admitted he still lacked in many aspects, and suffered through a slump. He admitted to not knowing who he is and what he wanted to do. He also came into his own turning point about not giving a sh*t about what people say about him or what label him as anymore.  

Please have a read through this previous post I made about Namjoon for a back story to that. (That was also first time this guy honestly moved me). He also relies his own thoughts through his lyrics and music. May it be talking about struggles, to talking about sex, to fighting for his right to vote. (lmao. yes that happened) 

Even now, he shares his honest thoughts to us from time to time. (Through his personal vlogs, and some of his tweets)

(4) HE IS AN ACTUAL GENIUS. During his days as a student, he ranked top 1 in terms of school grades in the WHOLE FREAKING SOUTH KOREA.  

He taught himself how to read, speak and write English fluently. A language Koreans generally have a hard time learning, let alone on their own. He can make up lyrics on the spot, just give him a few seconds and he’ll be able to deliver a rap immediately. An average intellectual person has an IQ of 95-105. Namjoon’s IQ level is 148. 

(5) WITH THAT, HE IS AN ABSOLUTE IDIOT TOO. As much of a genius as he is, he is pretty much clumsy on other things. He’s named god of destruction because he always breaks/loses things without meaning to.

They say it’s because his mind is always contemplating about heavy thoughts, that he’s flimsy on the little things. Hahaha! Another charm of the dear leader.

(6) HE NEVER FORGETS TO STAY HUMBLE. I have met Bangtan in person, and Kim Namjoon stood out to me the most (at the time he wasn’t even my bias at all) because he gave me (and all the other fans) his absolute sincerity. I actually gave him a 90-degree bow during the hi-touch event (a gesture of high respect, because I sincerely wanted to specifically greet him that way), and he gave it right back to me… which actually surprised me a lot. Aside from that, along with all the Bangtan members, he never forgets to thank ARMYs regardless whether they win or lose on shows. Even on some of their vlogs in Youtube, you can sometimes see him casually busy at the back reading fan letters while the others are fooling around the camera.

Also, he has been rising in popularity lately, established himself in the U.S. and worked with American hip-hop artists Warren G, and Krizz Kaliko; released his solo mixtape, which was applauded by hiphop artists even outside South Korea, but he always always always never forgets to mention how thankful he is because of BTS and owes it all to them.

And probably the best reason of all…

(7) HE DEALS WITH ALL OF THIS.

I know Bangtan Boys are all really rowdy themselves. I can’t even imagine myself being able to have the patience and will to lead with all their strong personalities clashing, but he can. And he does it perfectly. If that is not reason enough, then I don’t even know anymore.

Though I cannot vouch for him being the best leader of all kpop groups, I can straight up tell you that he really IS the perfect leader for Bangtan. He has all the makings of a great leader, and I think no one else can lead BTS better than he does.

Thank you, and goodnight! Haha

chuckles-the-jester  asked:

I just thought of something, akko is practicing her transforming magic but gets stuck as a cute bunny and is found by andrew Only condition, the fluff level: "it's so fluffy i'm gonna die!!"

(x)

“You can d-do it, Miss Akko!”

“Thank you! Sensei! Emmm…” Akko looked behind her shoulder, growing confident as she held her wand out in front of her.

Professor Ursula smiled as she saw her working hard to concentrate.

‘She doesn’t even realize…’ she thought to herself, ‘That she’s being trained by the one person she wants to be like… but…’ she looked down, growing melancholy.

Her glasses shined white, ‘I want her to be better than me…’

“AHH!!”

She gasped as she looked up, seeing Akko’s wand blitz out and she transformed into a full white bunny.

She blinked her eyes.

“Ah! Ba-ba-pu!” she mumbled, not able to speak English. “Ack!” she covered her mouth, looking horrified she couldn’t say anything.

“Em. Very good, Akko!” she clapped her hands. “Now, try and speak rabbit.” she swished some magic out and a brown rabbit appeared, kicking to scratch behind it’s ear and then ruffling it’s head out, blinking.

Akko gave it an open-grin, and hopped towards it. “Apu, apu, apu. Ba-ba-chee!!”

She waved, but the rabbit’s eyes suddenly turned hostile, and it whammed her multiple times with it’s feet, and then hopped away.

She had swirls in her eyes as she fell, kicking her leg out.

“Oh my…” Ursula placed a hand over her mouth. “Well, we’ll count that as a solid B. at least you got the metamorphosis down right.” she had a sweat drop on the side of her face, knowing that the wand was equipped with a toddler’s handicap.

‘What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.’ she thought to herself, ‘after all, I just couldn’t stand seeing her look so down anymore!’

Akko waved her arms around, glad she had at least succeeded, before flinging her wand on accident…

“Ahh!!! Bu-ba-bu!!!” she ran after it, but the wand’s handicap broke.

“Ack!” Ursula turned white in fright, then sweat profusely. “C-…Can she change back without the handicap now..?” she looked worried.

Akko picked the wand up, and waved it around, trying to say a spell but her broken bunny language just had her disappear.

“Ah…” Ursula looked around, zipping to and fro,… before… “AHH!!! I’ve lost her!!” she threw her hands up to her head and started racing around. “I must find her! I must find her!!” she jumped on her broom and took off. “Akko!!!”

Blinking her eyes open, Akko looked around and found she was in some kind of rich person’s guardian.

“Ack!”

“Ah! A varmint!” A butler, tending the garden, looked up and glared at her, lifting his sharp pitchfork up. “I’ll teach you to eat the master’s vegetables!”

In great panic, she ran as the chase began. Ducking under rose bushes and being found under plant pots, until she finally hopped so far that she wiggled herself into a window, and panted once on a counter.

She sighed, before feel hands around her waist and being lifted up.

‘Ahh!! No way!’ she looked up.

“H-hey! Look, Andrew! I caught a wild white bunny!” Frank laughed, holding her up and lifting her up and down, as she felt dizzy.

“It’s it cute?”

“It could have rabies.”

“Oh come on.” he held it up by his face. “You know you want to hold her~”

She blushed as she looked up at Akko.

He stared at her…

“I’d rather eat it for supper.” he looked back at his book, leaning his cheek against his fist to keep his head upright.

She jolted as her face went limp and she let everything drop forward.

“Ohh… so cruel.” Frank pulled her back, frowning.

The butler came in suddenly, “I’ll find that rabbit! I’ll find it even if I have to search the whole courtyard!” he huffed and puffed, as Frank looked worried, and put the rabbit down by the window, trying to shove it’s butt through.

“Get out while you still can, little guy!”

‘Ack!’ Akko felt so awkward, not being able to fit at first before spinning around and gripping his hand, shaking her head.

“Oh? You don’t wanna go back out?” Frank held her in his hands, “Hey, I think she likes me!”

“Hmph. A regular Snow White.” Andrew nonchalantly commented and flipped the book’s page.

He wiggled a finger over her head, as she tried to fight him off but he just lifted the finger as she swat at him.

“Haha! So cute! Come on, Andrew. You can’t let that mean old butler hurt this little cutie, can you?”

He leaned up with big puppy dog eyes, putting Akko right by his cheek as she blinked in confusion, not sure what was going on.

Andrew looked up, and sighed, closing the book. “I heard your father calling you. Shouldn’t you be going?”

“Ohh… Uhh… here!” he jumped from foot to foot, before letting Akko be tossed into his arms.

“Augh!?” Andrew looked own at his lap, seeing her land there and looked up as if scared.

His eyes twitched, as he suddenly seemed to look up and see the butler coming.

“Don’t let him hurt her! Please!” Frank grabbed his coat and waved from the door frame. “She’s too cute to eat too! So none of that, now. See ya!” he raced off.

Andrew sighed, as the Butler came in.

“Master Andrew,” he bowed politely, “Forgive my intrusion, but did you happen to see a white rabbit by any chance?” he blinked in eagerness.

Andrew looked down, seeing her tearing up, before he pulled the book down over her, pretending he was reading and keeping her out of sight.

“No, I’m afraid I haven’t. Marcus? You can’t allowing creatures into the manor are you?”

The butler flinched, “Oh no, sir! Never!”

“Good. I’m heading to my room then.”

“Y-yes, sir. G-good day, sir!” With more determination, the butler’s eyes shone with fire, and he took off holding the pitchfork upright and over his head, charging to try and locate it as soon as possible.

Andrew lifted her up and placed her inside his coat, walking up and keeping the book over her, ducking his head down and closing his eyes, looking calm.

She blushed at the warmth that came within his jacket, but squirmed a bit too, ‘Can’t… breathe!’

He turned a corner and opened the door, closing it behind him as he sighed and let her out.

“Come on, then. Get down.”

She looked up at him, as he gestured with his head for her to jump, and she hopped down.

She turned around, smiling on her two legs. ‘He’s not as bad as he comes off to be.’ she smiled.

He pulled out a carrot and tossed it to her, before patting her head and walking to the window, sighing.

She happily jumped for the carrot, playing with it before nibbling on it, and then looking shocked at her actions and pulling away.

‘Noo~!!! Must… resist… urge … to be a bunny!’ she shook her head with her paws up on it, before looking over to Andrew.

He seemed to be reading again, and she looked curiously up to him.

‘….Does all he ever do is read books?’ she tilted her head, and raced to him.

Ursula, using a spell to locate Akko, noticed her batteries were running low on it, and seemed concerned.

‘I can’t let her fiend for herself out in the dreary world!’ she threw forth a finder beacon and followed it.

Out the window, she looked around before peeking through, and then panicked when she saw Andrew and Akko as a white rabbit, and turned to peek in and spy on the two.

“…What do you want?” he stared down at her, seeing her smiling and just jumping up to him on the window’s long seat embedded into the windowsill.

She nodded her head a thank you, before jumping up on his chest, making him lean back.

“O-oui!”

She giggled, and then tried to get him to play with her.

‘No one deserves to be cooped up here without a friend!’ she chimed in her heart.

The next scene had the window click open….

And Andrew holding the bunny out of it.

“WHHAAA!!!” Akko cried out, flailing around.

‘What the heck is wrong with this guy!!?! I was being cute! I was trying to help! Doesn’t he want a friend!?’

“I only saved your life for Frank’s sake. Don’t think you can get away anything now.” he pulled her back inside just as Ursula tried to reach out and grab her, but quickly retreated back behind the side of the window.

‘Darn it! So close!’ she pouted.

The rest of the day, Akko tried to get him to do something other than read, even pulling out a fake sword and pretending to duel it, but he just thought her a strange rabbit. She tried to pull on his pant leg’s to get him to play outside, before finally charging down the hall to get him to race after her.

Once outside, and dodging the persistent butler, the two fell on the nice smelling grass and breathed hard, before he looked to her, and smiled.

“You’re… just trouble.” he then laughed, “And you’re the strangest rabbit I’ve ever met!”

She smiled, seeing him enjoying life, before seeing Ursula gesture for her to come over to her in the rose bushes.

She frowned.

‘Oh… that’s right.’ she looked to Andrew.

Getting up, she hopped over to his cheek, and lightly kissed it.

“Huh?” he turned to her, seeing her smile and then close her eyes, tilting her head.

For a moment, he thought he saw Akko’s eyes, and her usual gesture. “A…Akko?”

She twitched.

‘H..how?’ she shook her head and then took off, freaking out.

“Bu-bu-ba-bu!” she called for Ursula, telling her to get her out of here.

Ursula quickly caught her up and took off, as Andrew ran after her, but only saw Ursula flying away.

“A.. witch?” he blinked his eyes, blushing a moment.

He then glared a bit, “Why are their always witches?!”

“Master Andrew! I think I found it! The white rabbit!”

Andrew turned around.

A poor rabbit had been spotted, before poofing away into a dust of magical smoke.

“OHH!!!” the old man almost had a heart attack, and fell backwards, fainting.

Andrew sweat dropped, and sighed.

“I hate magic.”

(Do you though..? Do you? lol hope you enjoyed it my friend :)

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PAIRING: Taekwoon x OFC

RATING: NC-17

WARNINGS: The usual AU/sex/foul language/cheesy romance y’all know the drill at this point…

WORDCOUNT: 9851

NOTES: Y’all know my usual excuses: life is cray, I work hard, blah blah blah…However this has been sitting in my drafts for a while nearly finished so I decided to buckle down and write the finishing touches on this today. Please note that I’m complete trash for even writing a coffeeshop AU in the first place like who even does this anymore…TRASH I TELL YOU!!!! I hope that those of you who can stomach my cheesy AF writing will enjoy. Big hugs to y’all xoxo

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Bad Girl Ch 17: Slice Of Heaven

I try my best to be as silent as possible as I sneak out of the room with basically six sleeping bears scattered on the floor and bed. After Xiumin has woken up half the house he couldn’t convince the others to leave, which is why Luhan is sleeping on the edge of the bed. The three youngest are on the floor curled up in blankets, I can’t help but smile at the cute sight. But I continue my silent escape  into the hallway. It’s surreal being here again, I take my time wandering through the halls and down the stairs. In Xiumin’s oversized socks I slide across the marble like something out of the movies.

The house is dead silent so I take my time moving around the kitchen to find a large mug and some expensive looking coffee. Their coffee maker is of course top of the line and looks like something from the future. It only takes me a few minutes to figure it out and brew myself a cup of coffee. I find some crème and sugar and just stand there for a minute to appreciate the view out the window. I look at the clock seeing that it is eight in the morning I decide to head back so they don’t freak out when they wake up and I’m nowhere in sight. Sneaking back in is just as easy as leaving was, I tip toe over the bodies on the floor to Xiumin’s desk and make myself comfortable in his oversized office chair. I tuck my legs into the shirt Xiumin gave me last night to keep myself warm and sip my hot coffee slowly.

“Baby?” Whispers Luhan from the edge of the bed.

“Jooyoung!” Xiumin fallows suit with his panic calls. The eldest thrashes in bed, waking the younger two. “Jooyoung!”

“I’m over here!” I raise my hand.

The three sit up with narrow eyes. Xiumin is quick to scold me, “Baby, what are you doing all the way over there?”

“I wanted coffee,” I explain simply.

“You drink coffee?”

I nod, “With plenty of cream and sugar.”

“Come back to bed,” Kris whines.

“I’m coming, no need to whine,” I set my cup down and shuffle over to the bed. With a grin I jump on to the bed and bounce around ignore the complaints from the men around me.

“I want to sleep more, who is being loud?” Tao croaks from the floor.

“It’s time to get up! Lets go get breakfast!”

Luhan’s eyes narrow on me, “You were cooking? I know we agreed to your rules but I’m pretty sure Kyungsoo would have a conniption if he find out you cooked unsupervised.”

“I don’t have a death wish, don’t worry. I’ll go wake him up in a second.”

“But we haven’t been able to have some time with you yet.”

“Well you better get up then, daddy Lulu, you should also get dressed and pick two other daddies to come with.”

“Where are we going?”

“We are going out for some fun!”

“Hyung!” The three youngest jump up eagerly.

“Anyone except Xiuxiu and daddy Kris,” I pipe in.

Kris frowns, “Why not me?”

“Because we have a date tonight.”

He stares at me dumbstruck for a minute, “Date?”

“Didn’t you tell me you wanted to go on a date?”

Before he can respond the older man jumps in, “Why does he get you to himself?”

“You get me the rest of the day, so I would say that is fair.”

“Hyung, pick me!” Sehun climbs up on the bed to get the older man’s attention.

“No me!” Kai joins in.

“I’m going to need time to think, let’s get breakfast well I try to pick,” The older blows them off. He takes my hand and leads me toward the door. “Lets go get Kyungsoo, okay? You guys can wake up the others.”

I let the elder drag me around the floor to Kyungsoo’s room where he busts the door open, not even bothering to knock. The sweet man is just sitting in bed reading a book, or at least he was until we surprised him and made him throw his book. I beam at him, hopping to take the edge off our entrance, “Daddy Soo!”

His face lights up, “My baby!” Luhan lets me go so I jump on to his bed and right into the wide eyed man’s arms. “What are you doing up so early? I figured you wouldn’t be up yet after the night you had.”

“Well I’m up and I’m hungry and if you aren’t cooking in the next five minutes I’m going to do it myself,” I tease with a cheeky grin.

“Like hell you are,” He scoops me up and carries me out of the room with Luhan tailing us. When we reach the kitchen I’m surprised to find everyone already there waiting.

“Hyung! I want to go!” Baekhyun jumps the doe eyed man behind us.

“Go where?” Kyungsoo question as he sets me down on the floor so I can greet everyone crowding around.

Sehun is quick to answer, “Joo is letting Luhan pick two people to go on a date with her today!”

“I already know who I’m bringing,” Luhan quickly kills all hope in the room.

“Who?”

“Yixing and Tao, my Chinese brothers and I have her today,” He wraps his arm around my shoulders and kiss the top of my head.

“Yes!” Yixing scoops me up and spins me around, “I finally get to see you.”

“That means you don’t get her until then, we need to get our daily dose of her now than,” Suho is the next to steal me away. “I hear there was a bit of commotion last night.”

I chuckle, “Yea Xiu and I got some company last night.”

“I didn’t know we could join in,” Chen muses.

“You can’t,” Xiumin snaps, “I swear to god if any of you try that again I will slaughter you.”

“Oh so scary,” I coo pinching his cheeks.

……………………………

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Luhan scoffs.

“Daddy!” I whine, “We need to get going, now stop being dramatic and give me the keys. I want this to be a surprise!”

“Hyung just give her the keys,” Yixing sighs. “Remember we need to let her be big sometimes.”

The oldest groans but hands me the keys, I kiss his cheek, giving Yixing a grateful smile, “Thank you for trusting me.”

He chuckles, “You crash my car baby, I will spank you so hard you will not be able to walk for a month, got it?”

I gulp but nod.

“Good girl,” He opens the driver’s door for me before climbing in the backseat with Tao.

“So any hints on where we are going?” Tao muses when we start going.

“I told you it would be a surprise.”

They all share a look before Tao speaks again, this time in Mandarin, “Do you guys have a guess?”

“I’m as clueless as you kid,” Yixing responds.

I hold in my smirk, they have no idea I can understand, who am I to ruin their fun.

“Zitao,” Luhan scolds, “You shouldn’t talk like this behind her back.”

“You didn’t have to respond in our language.”

“You guys,” Yixing takes control of the conversation.

“What are you guys talking about?” I ask innocently.

“Nothing Baby,” Luhan smiles wide at me.

We are all pretty talkative on the way there, though Tao continues to pester the other in Mandarin about where we could be going. Probably worried it could be scary which makes me smile. When we finally pull up to our final destination I can see the relief on his face.

“A hot spring?” Yixing grins big at the sight of the sign across the top of the entrance.

“Coed?” Luhan raises his brows at me.

“Of course! We have the whole big spring to ourselves so lets go!” I rush inside. A familiar man greets me, he bows deeply at my entrance.

“Hello Madame Jooyoung,” He greets.

“Hello to you too. Did you get everything ready?”

“Of course everything is as you requested.”

I beam at him, “Thank you so much for your hard work. My guests and I will go use the springs now.”

He bows once more before leaving.

Tao wraps his arm around my shoulders, “It’s strange to see people treat you like that.”

“Seriously, Madame Jooyoung,” Luhan teases. I roll my eyes at them, I take Tao’s hand and lead them to the changing rooms where we completely ignore the different changing room signs and go in together. We shed our clothes and wrap towels around ourselves. Stepping out into the spring I’m taken back as I always am. The stone floor is cold against my feet, I curl my toes as I rush across to the massive chest deep spring and hop in without hesitation. The boys use the stairs, they stay against the edge sitting automatically on the stone seats.

“This is beautiful!” Luhan wows as his eyes scan the mountain scenery in front of us. The hot water stings my cold skin, warming me up in seconds. I swim around the huge spring, back and forth a few times before floating on my back for a moment. A blue sky stares down at me, contradicting the chilly weather. My chest already feels lighter just floating here, it’s been too long since I’ve felt this at peace.

“How did you find this place?” Yixing wonders, pulling me from the center of the pool, and my trance, to sit in between him and the oldest.

“Jiho took me a here a few times after I got out of the hospital to ease my aching muscles and now I just come whenever I want to relax. I haven’t been able to come a lot lately because of work but now I’m so happy I can be back, this time with you guys.”

“Did you ever bring him?” I know who Luhan is talking about without even thinking about it.

“Nope.”

“Hey Baby,” Tao mumbles softly.

I look over at him, confused by his sudden bashfulness, “Yes Daddy?”

“Could I ask you a few questions about what happened while you were with Jiyong?”

I nod, “Of course! What do you want to know?”

“Um, how did you get involved in our world?”

“Um well Jiyong told me if I wanted to know about it or take part in it all I had to do was ask and he would do whatever he could to help me intergrade. At first I just want to peek in but after awhile I wanted to know more and more and the next thing I know he gave me my own little branch. Jiho helped me figure things out until I could take the reigns myself. Then Haneul came along and helped me deal with the more gruesome side of the world.”

“Haneul? As in Taemin’s girl?” Luhan wonders.

“I forgot to ask you about that,” Yixing says with wide eyes, “You are friends with Haneul!”

“I am, and so are you. She told me about you guys right when you got back but I didn’t realize it was you because she used your real names. She talked about how close you are.”

“You are the mommy daughter date?” Tao questions.

I chuckle, “Yes. Is there anything else you like to know?”

“Did you do much traveling while we were gone?”

“Lots, went to the US twice, China a few times, Japan a few times every other month, a few islands here and there.”

“China!” Tao beams at me, “Did you have fun? I want to take you there! It would be so different going with someone who can actually speak the language, I could teach you a little!”

I smirk, “Whatever makes you happy Daddy. Daddy Xing, can I ask you something about Haneul?”

He nods, “I’ll answer as best I can.”

“How did you meet Unni? She is very cryptic about her past.”

“She has ever reason to be. Noona didn’t have a great life and it isn’t my place to tell it. When she thinks you are ready to know, she will tell you. It isn’t a story for the faint of heart.”

“Is she okay?” I worry.

“She is in a very good place now, you don’t need to worry about her.”

We talk some more for an hour or so until our bodies are like prunes. We climb out, discarding our towels for simple robes. There is a room for people to cool down in, there are games, a TV, and a low table full of delicious looking food. I rush straight for the fruit plate full of watermelon and other brightly colored fruits.

“Kyungsoo would be so insulted that you are already hungry,” The youngest teases.

“It’s not my fault that the food here is delicious, here try it!” Before he has a chance to protest I shove a chunk of watermelon in his mouth. “You guys too!” I feed the other two, a bit less aggressive than I had been with Tao, something the younger whines about. I can’t hold in my giggles at his cuteness. We sit around the table and continue our light conversations, snacking lightly on the food in front of us. I show them around the hot spring, the rock garden, some of the rooms that people can spend the night in and a few more things here and there. But I save the best for last.

The spot at the edge of the traditional style home on the porch that looks over some of the farther springs with the mountains in the background making me feel like I’m in a completely different world.  We grab a few thick blankets and wrap ourselves up before sitting down and just enjoying the view. A smile spreads across my face, I love moments like this, a brief moment of peace where all my problems fade away and I’m left with three men sitting around me. Tao and Yixing are sitting on either side of me with Luhan resting his chin on my shoulder.

“You really like it here don’t you,” Luhan hums in my ear.

I nod leaning back against him, “This place is my happy place. Where the world just seems to fade away and I can be myself.”

He surprises me by hugging me tight, “Thank you for sharing your slice of heaven with us, I am honored that you could show us your true self.”

I’m sorry this is so late, I’ll try to update I’m An Alpha tomorrow! Hope you all have a good night, I’m going to bed!

I'm A Slave For You

Based off of this prompt sent in to phanfic

I love Phil. I love everything about him. I love his smile and the way he looks at me when I’m the cause of it. I love his laugh and when he leans into me because he doesn’t have enough strength to stay sitting up. I love when he sticks his hands in the cereal box and walks around in mismatched socks leaving a sugary trail behind him as he moves and I love his morning hair when he sleeps in and his good morning kisses he gives me and the way his hands gently travel down my sides when we fully give ourselves to each other. There’s only one thing I don’t like and that’s when Phil is upset.

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Words to Live by

by Morgan D. (morgandeeyue)

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Shadowhunters fic. Jalec. TW: major character death.

Summary: The words of their oath follow Jace and Alec throughout their lives.

Read here or on AO3.

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Entreat me not to leave thee

Five of Valentine’s followers have Jace surrounded. Just from the way they handle their swords, he can tell only one of them—the sandy-haired woman with a scar on her chin—is a born Nephilim. The other four were created by Valentine with the Mortal Cup, and the few months of training they’ve received are not a match to Jace’s experience. Still, the numbers are in their favor, and fighting five at the same time isn’t exactly…

Well, four. The tallest guy of the group has just been put out of the game by an incoming arrow that pierced his neck through and through.

Make that three. There goes the blond with the beard, with an arrow into his chest.

The others finally seem to realize something is happening. Jace can’t even blame them; the two arrows came up so quickly one after the other, almost as if there were two archers at the end of the hall, and not just Alec.

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Take You Home (Baekhyun, OC) Part 2/2

Cover by the wonderful @sleeplesswritersaito :) Thank you Em for continuously creating such fantastic arts for my stories. <3

A/N: Sorry for the delay! Was supposed to post this up on Baekpup’s birthday but i got caught up on my schedule. :( Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy the continuation!

PART 1

OC - Kang Nami

The following days felt like hell as Nami and Baekhyun avoided each other like they had a disease.

This was the longest that they haven’t acknowledged each other: a week and counting. And Nami couldn’t help but feel guilty and upset every single time she would see Baekhyun around campus, smiling and laughing with other people like nothing happened.

They would pass by each other in the hallways like strangers, which caused Nami’s heart to twist whenever she turned and saw him walking ahead unaffected.

She wanted to apologize but felt like doing so would only make matters worse.

What would she even say?

I’m sorry for ignoring your feelings? Nami sighed, thinking how it wasn’t that easy considering Baekhyun, her longest and closest friend, had confessed that he had loved her for years.

How do you apologize for hurting someone that long?

And then there’s also the fact that knowing about his feelings only made her feel confused, considering all that things he said when they fought were true…

Nami had been unhappy for a while now. And it was mostly because of Jun. Baekhyun’s words echoed in her thoughts and it made her wonder why she even denied it for so long.

She and Jun had long passed the honeymoon phase of their relationship and everyday felt like they were being pulled apart by an invisible force towards opposite ends. Nami knew their relationship was going downhill and there was simply no stopping it.

The only question was: how come nobody was making the first move to say so?

And that’s the reason why Nami stayed. In the hopes that things could go back to the way it was… That he could somehow change…

“Hey Baekhyun!”

Nami looked up from her reading and her eyes immediately settled on her best friend who was jogging across the university quadrangle with a big smile plastered on his face.

Longing washed over her like a wave and she realized just how much she missed her best friend; missed talking to him… missed him smiling at her….

Baekhyun, she thought, unable to call out his name as he disappeared from her view when he stepped into the building with a classmate.

Baekhyun, she called again in her thoughts, wishing she was brave enough to say it with her own voice.

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“Unexpected Romance” Ahkmenrah fanfic Part 3/?

AN: Hello there guys! I am so thankful for your lovely messages and likes. As promised some Ahkmenrah/Reader interaction here.

Word count: 1183

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After some good night sleep you have woken up at the early hour of six. You made your way towards the kitchen and having your standard breakfast of oats boiled in chocolate milk. Of course you had a pretty big day ahead of you and you had to allow yourself to keep your energy at its best! At eight o clock you’ve found yourself at the museum and went to the comforting back room to check your schedule. As you sat down on the blanket covered couch you went through your planner and noticed something interesting on the floor. It was a golden bracelet. From the texture you could tell that it was from ancient Egypt, most probably dating from the second intermediate period, maybe around 1600 BC. And what do you think what else is dating from that period… better who. You could recall Ahkmenrah wearing similar when you met him last night. You thought to yourself and slid the decorative object on your wrist. It reminded you of him very well and since you seemed to like the guy you could not remove the smile of your face.

Several hours of working and translating the hieroglyphics written on the back of the tablet had passed, it was time for a well earned time break.  You’ve reached to grab the black bag of the sofa corner, taking your sandwich out. As you began to eat Amy had entered the room with a bright smile on her lovely face. “Hello there___! How are you doing today?”

“I am doing perfectly fine dear fellah and yourself?” you smiled softly giving a playful wink to a lady that has now peacefully seated next to you. “I am doing excellent, thank you for wondering. How was yesterday? Your first day working here?” As she questioned you felt the familiar feeling of those clouds spreading and playing with your inner organs. But hey what were you thinking! It has barely passed 48 and you are thinking of the pharaoh like that. __ needs to give time to resolve her feelings well.

“The day was pretty nice, as I still am now, I was enjoying researching the tablet and Ahkmenrah’s family tree. You know the process of mummification and digging out big tombs for important personas of Egypt did not started like all of us know. For example did you know, that for the burial of the first recorded pharaoh, around fifty people were sacrificed including the most important people from his life. Including his concubines, good chefs, parents, family members and more.”  You were rambling on and on causing Amy to let out a silent giggle. “I understand sweetheart. Now I understand why you got this job. You enjoying talking about this so much. But excuse me it is four pm which means my shift has ended. I must leave now” She gave you a soft smile before standing up to take her bag. “It was lovely having this conversation with you.”

Despite the fact that your shift needs to end at five, you had found yourself buried in work until seven pm. You glances at the clock on your phone. Since you are here at this time, you could wait for a bit longer, you knew what was coming.. You watched the other employees leave their work places, the cleaning ladies doing their last bits and of course the famous night gourd Larry arriving. And minute after minute, the moment clock struck 7:33, the tablet above the sarcophagus lighted up the room for  several seconds and the objects around you began moving. Since you knew what is it about, you might as well meet the other plastic people. You noticed a man hopping of his brown furred horse and greeting Larry. That must be the president Roosevelt, so you approached to greet the man with a polite bow of your head. “I apologise for my manners, I didn’t introduced myself last night. My name is ___ and I am new here, it is an honor to meet you.” You’ve said and offered him a hand shake.

“Theodore Roosevelt, president of the United States of America. It is a pleasure to meet you young lady, I’ve heard so much about”

“You hear about me, you say? From who…?” You wondered even though you sort of already knew the answer… For the other exhibits and living people here that knew about the tabled, could notice Ahkmenrah having a little crush on your. Speaking of him; the brown haired man had entered the main hall and placed his golden crown on.

/I am not aware of this questionable feelings this young lady has been giving me over the past sun downs. That hair… shines like silk that I could easily compare it to Konsu’s light. And considering her knowledge and education she must be incredibly blessed by Toth.  A woman like that is one of those females respected my Hathor. Oh dear Ra and the other various wonderful Gods, how I wish to hold her close to me and call her mine. Oh how I wish to see her more than just several moments before she has to go. Is this love? Might she be the chosen one from me from the Gods? /

After meeting several more of wonderful exhibitions here at the museum, you had came to a realisations that everyone is absolutely lovely. Every single one, had this sort of soul, but how? It was a mystery. So you decided to stay there.. the entire night, exploring this miracle and wondering how does rationalism and common sense approve all of these happenings. And eventually you had found yourself playing chess with Larry’s son Nick at the main desk.

“So you’re the new geek around here” He asked giving you a playful smirk. “I am not just a geek… I prefer the statement ‘I will not work at McDonalds with you’, besides this is something I really enjoy doing. It is, really close to my heart.” Your response made him understand so he nodded. “So it’s like me and working as  a DJ” , “Sort of like that yes” You chuckled softly.

The night has passed really quickly since you were having fun, and it was almost sunrise… So you have decided to take a one last turn in the Egyptian area and wish Ahkmenrah goodnight. You saw the man struggling with the linen sheets on the edge of the sarcophagus which made you giggle. A step by step you approached him with a soft smile. “Come on, lay down …” You’ve mumbled a little, might as well help him.

You helped him settle down on the bottom gently and slowly threading fingers through his hair. It is over 5000 years old but yet soft… you began wrapping the shets up from his torso and chest. Then as gently as you could you began to gently wrap his fingers up in the linen, slowly saying good night.

Side notes:  

Konsu – Egyptian God of the moon.

Thoth – Egytian God of literacy

Hathor – Egyptian Goddess of motherhood and females

Different Dreams, Different People

“Hey—hey, I’m just calling because I haven’t heard from you in a week. Call me when you can, alright? I miss you.” There goes another voicemail I record for him.

After hours at work shelving books and guiding guests to their requested novels and textbooks, I’m finally on my way home. Without any contact with Jinyoung, my days have been nothing but dreadful yet I fake it to make it. As I reach the front of my door, I juggle my notebooks and bag onto one arm as I insert my key into the lock. The second I crack the door open, JJ, my Pomeranian, runs to greet me and hops around my ankles.

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The Upper Hand: Jefferson x Reader {Part 6}

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Hamilton - Modern AU (Law School)

Jefferson x Reader

1,349 words

Part 6! Man, I feel like this series is getting a little long… Don’t worry. It’s almost over. I didn’t proofread this at all, so sorry for any tense changes or grammatical errors :) I think I spent more time researching French foods and the French Riviera than I did writing this! 

Originally posted by imagineham

“But I said, ‘Hell no! You better give me another chance!’”

You giggle at Thomas’s story, completely enraptured by his storytelling—his wide eyes, waving hands, the way he did the voices of the different people. He has so much passion for life.

“What did he say to that?” you ask excitedly.

Thomas merely shakes his head. “He kicked me out!”

“No!” His grin widens as you burst out laughing. “That’s insane!”

Your phone buzzes on the table and you see an incoming text message from John Laurens. It would be rude to check your phone during the date, so you slide it into your pocket and pick up your menu. He was probably just checking in to make sure Thomas hadn’t insulted you yet.

“So, what do you recommend?” you ask, scanning the menu in confusion. “I don’t know what any of these dishes are.”

He chuckles and leans across the table so the two of you can share a menu. He skims the list with his fingertip until he finds something called Bouillabaisse.

“This is a stew of mixed Mediterranean fish, tomatoes, and herbs,” he says, his voice low. His dark eyes meet yours, and you can’t look away. “It’s a dish from Côte d'Azur, the French Riviera. Along the Mediterranean coast. I stayed there for six months, just soaking up the culture and dining on this very dish.”

“How do you pronounce it?”

Boo-la-bayze.”

You grin, never realizing until now that talking about French food could be so sexy.

“How about that one?” you ask, pointing to another dish.

Pieds paquets,” he says, the French rolling fluently off his tongue. “Are you impressed yet?”

“Very. The only French foods I know are crepes and ratatouille, because of that Pixar movie.”

“That was a very cute movie.”

“You watched it?” you ask in disbelief. “You don’t seem like the kind of guy…”

“Pshh! It’s about France and food. My two favorite things.” He grins lopsidedly and looks you up and down. “That dress would be my third favorite.”

You look away, hoping that he won’t notice your blushing. The front door to the restaurant opens roughly and a harried young man with long dark hair rushes in. It takes you a moment to recognize him, but the three other men who straggle in behind him help jog your Thomas-fogged memory.

Panic floods your chest as Alex scans the restaurant, registering the wrathful expression on his face. He knows. You lift your menu to obscure most of your face, peeking over the top. He is speaking with the maitre d’, getting more riled by the moment.

Thomas frowns at your strange actions. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“Alex is—”

“JEFFERSON!” Alexander bellows across the restaurant, his eyes boring into the back of Thomas’ head. “YOU SON OF A—”

“Alexander!” Thomas drawls, his entitled, obnoxious persona sliding expertly into place. He rises from his seat and stands, slightly shielding you, to meet Alex, who rushes across the restaurant with wings of fury. “As usual, it’s a delight when you show up uninvited.”

“Jefferson, what the hell do you think you’re doing with Y/N?”

“Well, I think I’m taking her out on a date. What do you think I’m doing with her?”

“You can’t go anywhere near her, talk to her, touch her. You have hurt her so many times already. This is just an elaborate plan to destroy her self-esteem and ultimately force her to go back to Nebraska.”

“You can’t tell me what to do or what not to do, little Hammy,” Thomas says tauntingly, taking a step closer to Alex. “If I want to take Y/N out, I will. And you can’t say anything about it.”

“You’re so entitled, Jefferson. I’d love to see you without your money and family name. You’d be floundering in the shallows.”

“You know nothing of loyalty. You’re so desperate to rise above your station that you will take advantage of anything and anyone to gain it. Is that why you’re friends with Y/N?”

Alex glances at you, his anger cracking slightly. Thomas shoves his shoulder antagonistically.

“What does she give you? A shoulder to cry on? She’s smart and beautiful and compassionate. Did you think you’d get her at some point? Just keeping her on the back burner while you explore this thing with Eliza Schuyler.”

Alex lunges at Thomas, fists flying. A woman in the restaurant screams. You scramble out of your seat as the two men stumble toward your table. Thomas extracts himself from Alex’s grip and punches him solidly across the face, causing Alex to fall backwards. Flailing his arms, Alex lands on your table, pushing a glass of red wine onto your dress.

Everyone freezes.

Your heart drops as you look at the stain forming on the front of your dress. Touching the liquid with your fingers, you feel your temper rising. How dare Alex come in here and make a scene! How dare Thomas speak about you like you’re nothing more than a consolation prize! How dare Laurens break his promise and tell Alex!

“Damn it, Alexander!” you yell, glaring at him as he lies on the ground. “I finally find a guy who likes me for me and you have to come in here and ruin it with your old grudges and lack of respect? You don’t get to decide who I date or where I go! Stop being such a child and trust that I can handle myself.”

He bows his head in shame, wiping his bleeding lower lip with the back of his hand.

“Same goes for you, Laurens!” you continue. Laurens partially hides behind Hercules’ shoulder, regret painted across his features. “I am an adult and I can make decisions for myself. You don’t need to protect me! You promised that you would keep this secret, but you didn’t! How can I ever trust you after this?”

Shaking your head reproachfully, you turn your attention to Thomas, whose smirk quickly vanishes from his features.

“And you,” you mutter darkly, taking a couple steps so you’re nearly chest to chest with him. “You don’t own me. You are lucky that I agreed to go out with you, but this childish display with Alex shows me that you’re not capable of being respectful of my friends. No matter how much they irk you.”

“Y/N, what are you saying?” he asks, his expression vulnerably worried.

You gaze into those eyes you like so much and your heart begins to hurt. “I gave you a chance, but you’ve shown me that we wouldn’t work. I’m sorry.”

A tear slipping down your cheek, you grab your purse and jacket and push past your friends, your almost-lover, and a gaggle of waiters. You let a sob out once your face hits the cool outdoors air. How could this night have turned out so bad? You wore the dress, he brought you flowers. It was supposed to be perfect.

Walking away from the restaurant, you fish your phone in your pocket. Laurens had texted you, you remember. You open the message and read it. He had tried to warn you.

A million scenarios ran through your mind. What if you had read the message? Perhaps you and Thomas could have escaped the restaurant and found another place for a date. Maybe you could have prepared for Alex’s confrontation. Then you wouldn’t be limping down the darkened street in your heels with a dark stain on the front of your perfect dress.

You don’t want to return to your apartment. It would still have that aura of excitement and hope, which was something you wanted to avoid. John is someone you wanted to stay away from until you had the opportunity to cool off. Hercules and Lafayette would only try to talk you out of being mad at Alex. Peggy is at her boyfriend’s, and you don’t want to disturb them.

A dark car pulls up beside you. The driver rolls down the window.

“Hey, you wanna lift?”

You ponder the offer for a moment before hopping in the backseat.

Seventeen as People at Homecoming

S.Coups: DJ (that was actually just our geography teacher so the school could be sure the music would be pretty pg-13) who legit only played top hits of 2010 along with the occasional drake song and also the running man challenge but turned off lil Jon’s get low half way through because “if you guys scream every curse word, doesn’t that defeat the purpose of the edited version?” But he let us have 679 by Fetty tho so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Jeonghan: Good friend I got ready with, who even though she looked much more fancy than most in our group with a gold wrap and the most amazing dress I’d ever seen was also the first to suggest that we go to McDonald’s when the wait was too long at our first choice of restaurant. Kept about 10 mcnuggets in her clutch the whole night.

Joshua: My best friend’s boyfriend who, as the only sober one in the squad at the after party, lowkey became the mom friend who switched everyone to water after midnight hit, listened to everyone’s weird rants, but still hyped us up so he could get funny stories for black mail.

Jun: Penis confetti guy. Every year no matter what for about the past 5 years someone leaves tiny penis shaped confetti all over the dance floor. Whoever does it is a closer kept secret than the illuminati so they never get caught, but it’s common knowledge and now tradition that every year the task of getting the confetti and dropping it on the floor so everyone leaves with tiny dicks stuck to their feet is passed down to one lucky, anonymous senior every year. This year they really outdid themselves and got them in silver and blue to match the Winter Wonderland theme.

Hoshi: Cute guy that started three dance circles and two conga lines but also spent the rest of the time at the dance at the snack table seeing how many cookies he could fit in his mouth.

Mingyu: Guy that was seen with so many girls that no one knew who his date was, since judging from pics and time spent with each, it could have been at least 10 different people.

Wonwoo: The guy with at least 10 dates’ best friend who was the exact opposite and stuck with one girl just standing in one corner of the dance floor, but did get hella turnt at the neighborhood after party – and I know bc I legit watched him throwing back fireball like water while singing along word for word to Bad Girls Do It Well (not judging tho, that’s a bop)

Woozi: Tiny girl in the prettiest, poofiest dress who I only just met that night and thought was the most innocent cutie until at the party I accidentally put way too much vodka in a mix drink I was making her and went to pour it out but??? She? Drank? The? Entire? Cup? In? One? Clean? Chug? And smiled the sweetest dimply smile at me and walked away completely unfazed. Basically an actual Bambi eyed legend, I’m still shook.

DK: Football player that took such a hard hit at the game the night before that even though they decided he was okay that night, woke up with a major headache the next day and for a good hour didn’t only didn’t remember who his date was, but also that homecoming was even that day at all. He eventually remembered and got the okay to go after planning to get checked for a concussion the next day. Got super hype at the dance and the party, and whether it was due to just being super pumped or a little hopped up on pain killers is still debatable.

The8: Super chill and funny guy from another school that one of my friends took as a date. He came in a polka dot bow tie and suspenders and was so gentle and sweet to her, but later I found out that the reason we got security for the dance this year is because when the school found out he was coming they thought they needed back up since though he’s never started a fist fight at his own school…he’s finished many.

Seungkwan: Class VP who is usually super chill. but was a total over dramatic ham and slow danced with me all the time just bc I was one of the only people that would screech power ballads with him.

Vernon: The date I shared with my best friend (he’s our closest guy friend and 1. We were all going to go stag but decided to go as a group bc squad and 2. It was coincidentally also his birthday so giving him two dates was our gift) who was such a master of the aux cord on the drive back that we decided to take back roads home so we could jam. As the host of the afterparty, he was late to his own birthday bash because we were doing terrible car karaoke.

Dino: Guy in most of my classes who I usually don’t get along with but we bonded so much through talking shit about couples making out on the dance floor that we decided to meet up at Panera next weekend to spill tea about homecoming drama over pasta.

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Claimed

Hey, would you be able to do Daryl x reader in season 5 when Daryl is with the ‘Claim’ group and the reader is found by the leader, the group starts to harass her and Daryl comes in an 'claims’ her…?

NSFW: swearing


How did it end up like this? The prison was gone, the entire group was scattered, and now Beth was gone, kidnapped by god only knows. And now Daryl was stuck with a group of men he was all too familiar with, the type of guys he’d spent time with growing up.

“Every man for himself,” their leader, Joe had said, “Just one word: claimed. Claim anything and it’s yours. That’s all you gotta do. Claim it.”

It was a ridiculously stupid rule and Daryl never intended on using it. He’d sleep on the floor before he “claimed” any bed. Probably wouldn’t have mattered even if he cooperated and played their game. One of the guys, Len, didn’t like Daryl at all so he was sure Len would dispute any kind of claim anyways. But being with these guys was better than trying to survive alone.


You had never really known anything but loneliness since they world ended. Yes, you’d been part of many groups but they never lasted. Either they all died or they all turned to evil you couldn’t bear to participate in. It made more sense to travel alone now. Occasionally, you stayed with a group but you never stayed for very long. Just long enough to recharge and to not forget what human interaction felt like. You weren’t an animal after all.

After a long morning of nonstop walking, you decided to sit down and have some lunch, opening up a can of peaches. It had been such a long time since you’d had fruit even if it was in a can and loaded with sugary syrup. It was a change from the usual canned beans at least.

You scooped a big spoonful of sugary peaches into your mouth, some syrup falling from the corner of your mouth. You quickly wiped it away with your wrist before it could drip off your chin. As you quickly chewed and swallowed, a twig snapped behind you and you dropped the rest of your can, syrup and peaches spilling and soaking into the dirt. Whipping your body around the tree you were leaning against, you raised your gun at a white haired man with a shotgun pointed at you with seven other men surrounding him with their weapons raised. There was only one man who didn’t have his weapon raised and that was the one standing behind the white haired man’s right shoulder, a crossbow hanging in his grip, dark hair covering his eyes that were focused on the ground.

Was the man their prisoner? No, that couldn’t be it. He wouldn’t have a weapon on him if he was. So why did he seem so composed and shy compared to these other men, who looked at you up and down with hunger in their eyes, which wasn’t any more surprising to you than the murder you usually saw in people’s eyes.

“What’re you doin’ out here all alone?” the white haired man said.

“Minding my own business,” you retorted, “Please, just keep going. I’ll do the same and we don’t have to get bloody.”

“Ooh, she got a mouth on her,” a scrawny, greasy looking man with a bow and arrow spoke up, “Doesn’t she, Joe?”

The white haired man, Joe gave the greasy man a nod, “That she does, Len. What’s your name little lady?”

“Y/N,” you said, using one hand to pack up your things, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m just gonna be going now. No tricks, ya got it?”

“Ya know,” Len said, tapping Joe’s arm, “She ain’t half bad lookin’ don’t ya think?”

“I agree,” another, chubbier man grinned as he eagerly agreed, “Pretty little thing.”

“Shut the fuck up,” you snapped, “You better get good and friendly with your right hand because I’m not touching you.”

“Thing is, it really isn’t up to you,” Joe replied, “See, we got a system around here, a way to keep everybody level headed.”

“You want it, all you gotta do is claim it,” Len said, “And what we want is you, darlin’. So-”

“Claimed!” everyone, including you, were shocked to hear the man with the crossbow shout and point at you. It was unsettling that these men used this system to claim anything they wanted even if it was a human being. You were tempted to run but there were too many weapons pointed at you.

“Daryl?” Joe said, “Since when do you give a shit about claiming?”

“Since now,” Daryl shot back, “And I’m…I’m claimin’ her. Got it?”

Joe turned to Len, whose cheeks were red with fury and he shrugged, “What’re ya gonna do? He claimed her fair and square.”

“Shit,” Len scoffed, lowering his bow, “He don’t even want her!”

“Fuck off,” Daryl snapped. The other men shrugged it off as Joe had and walked off with him, leaving you alone with Daryl. You took a step back as Daryl started towards you, your body tensing as you held your gun even tighter. Daryl stopped, holding his hands up, “Hey, listen, Y/N, it ain’t what you’re thinkin’ alright?”

“Don’t you come any fucking closer,” you said, struggling to keep your bottom lip from quivering, “I’m not taking part in whatever sick shit you guys have going! I’ll blow your goddamn head off right here. Just let me go. You can tell your little friends you killed me if you want to. Shit, take my knife or something if they need proof just let me go!”

“Would you stop?!” Daryl hissed, “They’re not my friends. I’m not with them.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“I ain’t ‘claiming’ you either,” Daryl said, “Only said it so they couldn’t. They’ll leave you alone if they think you’re claimed. Don’t you get it? If I didn’t do it, then that Len guy would. And you don’t wanna be claimed by him. You get it now?”

“Sure, I get it,” you muttered, “So, this means I’ve gotta travel with you guys now? Because I’ve been ‘claimed’ or whatever the fuck?”

“Pretty much,” Daryl said, “Just stick with me, Y/N. I ain’t stickin’ around much longer with these douchebags either. I know we just met but you’ve gotta trust me. Do you?”

Daryl’s blue eyes were more visible now and maybe it was all in your head, maybe you were distracted by how attractive he was. Hell, maybe you were more scared of these guys than you were apprehensive of him. But his eyes seemed genuine, like he meant what he said. And a part of you, no matter how stupid it might have been, felt safe with him.

“Yeah,” you finally replied, “I trust you. Do I gotta play this claimed game too?”

“Might as well,” Daryl said, “You want a bed to sleep in tonight you’re gonna have to. But I ain’t playin’ it. Just did it so you wouldn’t be Len’s little toy.”

“I get it,” you grumbled, “Now let’s go catch up to those assholes before their minds start to wander on what the hell is going on over here.”


As the day came to an end, the group found an old garage. Knowing that Daryl would allow the two of you to sleep on the floor before he claimed a car to sleep in, you shoved ahead of the other men and slapped your hand down on the first car you saw.

“Claimed!” you exclaimed, hopping up onto the hood as each man claimed their own car until one man was left to sleep on the floor. Daryl stared at you but made no move towards the car, “Come on, I’ll share.”

“Alright,” Daryl mumbled. He leaned against the side of the car, peeking inside over his shoulder, “You want the backseat or the front?”

“I’ll take the back,” you replied, sliding off the hood and opening up the back door, “Unless you’d be more comfortable.”

“Nah, I don’t mind the front,” Daryl said as he sat in the passenger’s seat, “Besides, I get a better view in case one of these assholes gets any ideas.”

“Who would do that?”

“Len might,” Daryl said, “He’s hated me since day fuckin’ one.”

“I’m sure we’ll be fine,” you said, “Just go to sleep.”

“How can you be so sure?” Daryl said, peeking at her through the rearview mirror, “You don’t even know these guys.”

“Hey,” you said, pointing your finger at him, “You told me that I’ve gotta trust you. And I am putting all of my trust in you. Do you not trust yourself or something?”

“I have my doubts.”

“Don’t,” you said, “You played their game to protect me from whatever Len had planned for me. Even if it was fake to you, it still saved me from complete violation. And so far, it’s worked. You’re doing fine, Daryl.”

You could tell by the way Daryl fidgeted in his seat and sunk a little lower that he wasn’t one to accept compliments. You weren’t about to push him further and make him uncomfortable so you simply laid back down, your hands rested on your stomach.

“Anyways, we should get some sleep,” you said, “Maybe consider ditching these guys soon.”


They both tried their hardest to fight sleep but it eventually overtook them. It had occurred to the both of them to lock their doors before going to sleep. But Daryl had woken her up sometime shortly before dawn so she’d be awake while he left her for a minute to go outside and use the bathroom.

You agreed to stay awake but you didn’t sit up. You just kept your eyes on the trash bag Daryl carried around. You didn’t think to ask what was in the bag but whatever it was, it sent Len coming to sniff around. The passenger side door opened with a loud creak and Len crawled in, sitting on his knees on the seat. He opened up the trash bag and dug through it, eventually pulling out the ass end of a rabbit. He grinned as he held it up to the weak morning light.

Before he could blink, you had your gun pointed at him, “I don’t know what the hell you’re doing but I’d suggest putting the rabbit back in the bag and getting the fuck out of here.”

“And why should I listen to you?”

“Because it would be stupid to ignore someone with a gun pointed at your head,” you retorted. Len sighed, lowering the rabbit slowly. You didn’t let your guard down for a second but you still didn’t see his elbow coming. His elbow hit you right in the eye and knocked you back. You felt his weight suddenly on you and his hands trying to pull the gun from yours.

“Stupid bitch!” Len snarled, “Got a big mouth on you. Probably should show you how to use it since Daryl won’t.”

“Fuck you!” you shouted, catching every single man’s attention which just made Len punch you again as if the damage hadn’t already been done. The second hit disoriented you a bit and your vision started to blur. Suddenly, Len’s weight was gone and there was a lot of grunting happening.

“You never fucking touch her!” Daryl thundered, “Ever! Don’t even fucking look at her!”

As Joe and the others interrogated Len, Daryl crawled into the backseat with you and lifted your head, wiping away the blood that trickled from your nose, “Don’t look broken, that’s the good news.”

“Well that’s good,” you said, sniffling as you sat up.

Daryl leaned in close as if he was hugging you but he needed to get close enough to be able to whisper, “We’re ditchin’ them tonight. You just follow my lead, Y/N. Ya got it?”

“I got it,” you murmured, “I trust you, Daryl.”


After this midseason finale I am so pumped to write so leave your requests!

agent-sapphire  asked:

HI!!! I've read the last Voltron Family AU and--- BALLERINA LANCE!!! *0* His family supporting him so much and coming to watch whenever Lance gets to get on stages and just cheering on him loudly? And instead of being embarrassed, Lance beams at them and waves wildly. also i can't help but also imagine insecure lance about his ballerina----

kaguyaice said: Well if ya consider the dance au with voltron family au, shiro would be estatic to see Lance do ballet, I can see pidge do hip hop. Lol I have no clue fo hunk though, but I think the kids praising and going to their dad’s asking for help
clubspooky said: hello again!! i have another question about the voltron family au! do lance and the kiddos actually pursue ballet?? for lance in particular, is it something he still does as a teenager/adult?? how does his family react when they go to one of his recitals? does shiro record them all like he did keith’s competitions?? thank you again for sharing this wonderful au with us!!!!

[The Voltron Family] Lance did indeed take ballet with Hunk and Pidge like he said when he asked Daddy Keith one day. But unfortunately his other two siblings stopped because they had other interests. 

Shiro recorded EVERYTHING because he was so proud of Lance and tbh that was the only reason Lance kept up with it. He knew he wasn’t that great, but he wanted to make his Daddy Shiro the proudest. So when he heard the news, he immediately called his Dad to pick him up at the dance studio.

Lance: *sees his Dad parking* *runs quickly to the car and open the door to the passenger’s seat* *hugs Shiro tight*
Shiro: *hugs back* *chuckles* What’s gotten into you? You’re very cuddly today. Not that I am complaining.
Lance: *leans back and beams at Shiro* You wouldn’t believe what happened today, Daddy Shiro! Oh wait. *quickly kisses Shiro’s cheek* 
Shiro: *smiles* Don’t forget to fasten your seatbelt. *starts the car* *looks behind him so he can see* *leaves the parking lot*
Lance: *fastens seatbelt* Okay, okay. So! Today it was announced that we’re going to have a winter recital and it’s The Nutcracker. Guess what my role is? *looks at Shiro excitedly*
Shiro: Surprise me.
Lance: *giddly* *screams* I’m Hans Peter!  Daddy Shiro I’m the—
Shiro and Lance: Nutcracker Prince.
Shiro: *eyes widens* *looks at Lance* LANCE. THAT IS AMAZING!!
Lance: *laughs* I knoooow!!!! *hands in the air* And Dad, hands on the wheel.
Shiro: Ooops, sorry. *goes back to driving* But damn, Lance. This is wonderful. You’re finally… *looks at Lance*
Lance: *flushes* *plays with his fingers* *whispers* I know. *smiles*
Shiro: *pulls Lance for a side hug* I’m really proud of you. *kisses his head*
Lance: Thanks, Dad. And hands on the wheel! *chuckles*

It was the night of the recital and the whole family was present. Lance was fricking nervous, he felt like barfing every damn second. 

Keith: *leans in to Shiro* Got everything covered?
Shiro: *chuckles* I do. Why do you ask every single time?
Keith: *shocked* I’m triple checking! I don’t want to miss this! My son is the friggin Nutcracker Prince there! Forgive for being a little too excited!
Shiro: *squeezes Keith’s hand* Relax. He’ll be fine.
Keith: I know. But I’ve danced in dance concerts before. This thing makes people barf a few seconds before their performance.

When Lance was on stage, Keith cried. But Shiro cried the hardest and no one should blame him. When the dancers lined up to bow, Lance waved at his family while wiping his tears as he chuckled. He did his best and it was enough. So when he joined his family, he got hugs and kisses from all of them.

Lance: Careful with the make-up there. *jokes*
Shiro: Awwww, sweetheart. *cups Lance’s face* That was your best performance yet. You made all of us cry our hearts out. *hugs*
Lance: *smiles sadly* Thanks. Though it’ll be my last.
Hunk and Pidge: WHAT?!
Shiro and Keith: *in complete utter shock*
Hunk: Lance, what are you talking about?
Lance: *shoulders sagging down* I’m retiring.
Keith: You’re 15. You’re too young to retire—
Shiro: *stops Keith* Let him finish.
Lance: *looks up at them and forces a smile* I love ballet don’t get me wrong. But I know that I’m not as good as everyone here.
Shiro: Lance, don’t say that. *frowns*
Lance: I know, Daddy Shiro. *sighs* I know it, okay? No matter what I do, I just can’t be as good as the others.
Pidge: But you got the Prince role. Pretty sure that’s a big deal.
Lance: *starts tearing up* I got lucky. We hardly have male dancers so they were kinda stuck with me.
Hunk: Awww, Lance. *hugs Lance tight* You were really great out there tonight. Like a real prince from a fairytale! 
Lance: Thanks, big guy. *chuckles* I wanted this last one to be my best. I wanted all of you to be proud of me. *looks at his family nodding and smiling at him* *smiles while wiping his tears*
Shiro: You sure about this, buddy?
Lance: *nods* I wanted to keep ballet and baseball, but I can’t really do both at the same time. Plus, I’m pretty good at baseball.
Keith: *nods in agreement* I have to agree on that. Though stop dancing too much while you’re on the mount, alright? It’s embarrassing for me
Lance: *laughs* I can’t help it! I’m a ballet dancer!