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Honey, I Shrunk the IT Girl

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summary: Felicity just wanted to help her friends with their latest scientific project. The last thing she expected was to end up only inches tall. 
a/n: because this has been stewing in my head forever now… and it was really fun to write


“Where is she?” he sighed heavily as he slumped down into Felicity’s chair.

She had to leave for a couple days to travel to Central City. Cisco needed her help in Star Labs, working on some new contraption or ray gun… or something nerdy. He shook his head. He just missed her was all. It felt like she had been gone an eternity. The days when she had left when they weren’t dating felt like forever, but now that he was dating her it was about a thousand times worse. Maybe he was being needy, but he didn’t care. He loved her and he was allowed to miss and want to see her.

The sound of the elevator door opening caused him to perk up, but when he saw Cisco and Barry walking through, he visibly deflated.

“Wait…” he said, “Where’s Felicity?”

He stood and both men flinched backwards.

“Now before you freak out,” Barry said,

In a few quick strides he was standing in front them, “What the hell happened?” he punctuated each word.

“I told you he was going to freak out,” Cisco spoke.

Oliver glared at both of them, “You have five seconds to tell me where she is or I’m going to put an arrow in both of you,” his voice neared Green Arrow level deepness.

“Hey! I can’t heal like he does,” Cisco said.

“Three….. two….”

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[Park Jimin] Imagine - Mind Your Business {Part Two}

Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook  (BTS Semi-Famous) 

Genre: Drama & Romance

Summary: You are next in line to take over your family’s company. However, you do not want to run a company. You have no passion or experience for it. You want to sell it and live a normal status life. Your parents disagree and plan to send you Seoul at a boarding school that’ll set you straight.


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You were completely outraged. How worse could your week go? Out of all the people in the business world, your father chose Park JImin to be your spouse. It didn’t necessarily mean you had to be with him for life, but the idea of tying the knot with him irritated you.

“Y/N! Where are you going?” Sunny chases after you. You stop in front of the vehicle that drove you to the hell hole. You turn roughly to face her and she read the anger right off your face. “You need to get over this. You will attend this college and get along with Jimin.” She ordered.

“He’s the one who was rude to me! I didn’t even say anything!” You defended your point.

“He didn’t know who you were Y/N.” Sunny says in a frustrated tone.

“Oh! So if he knew my status was higher he’d treat me differently? These people are assholes.” You shook your head and opened the car door. You wanted to leave as fast as you could.

“Where are you going?” Sunny pulls your arm and tugs your body out of the car. “Don’t touch me Sunny.” You reluctantly pull your arm away. “Do not make a scene here and make your father look bad.” Sunny looked around.

“I don’t want to be here. I don’t want any of this.” You felt a shower of sadness wash over you. Tears began to verge in your eyes.

“Y/N.” Sunny calls your name with more sympathy.

“Is everything alright?” You see Jimin walk up to the car. You roll your eyes up to stop the tears that were racing down your face. “Everything is fine Mr.Park.” Sunny used honorifics with Jimin. You wanted to scoff but the sadness didn’t let you.

“Are you sure?” Jimin looked closer at you and you looked away. “I didn’t mean to upset you Y/N, I’m sorry.” You could see right through Jimin. You could see he was putting on a show for Sunny to believe he was the sweetest person on the planet.

You glared at Jimin and he only looked at you with sarcastic sorrow. “Why don’t you go check out your dorm while I talk to Mr.Park about the conditions?” Sunny tried to lighten the mood.  You didn’t think twice about leaving the same space as Jimin.

You walked back into the dormitory, following the men that were carrying your stuff.

You walked up to the elevator and as soon as you were about to push the button, another hand beat you to it. You look up and see a male with brown hair and brown eyes. He smiles apologetically. He examines your features and looks confused. You forgot you were crying and quickly fixed yourself.

“Are you okay?” He asked. “I’m fine, thank you.” You nod. He wasn’t wearing the school’s uniform, but instead, athletic clothes.

The elevator door opens and the both of you walk in. He continues to stare at you and you feel uncomfortable. “Can I help you?” You break the silence and he continues to look.

“Y/N?” He finally asks.

You were confused, “How do you know my name?”

“You don’t remember me? Jeon Jungkook?” His expression seems excited and the name suddenly clicked.

Jungkook and his family had been shareholders with your father’s company for the longest time. The last time you saw him was at a charity banquet when you both were pre-teens.

“Kookie? I didn’t recognize you! Wow, puberty hit you like a truck.” You examine Jungkook to really take in his appearance. “Are you saying I’m good looking?” He got cocky and you rolled your eyes.

“You lied to me. You said you’d call me back after the party and you never did.”  He said clearly offended and you laughed in response.

“So why are you here? Did your dad finally decide to force you?” He asked.

“Yeah, he didn’t want me to sell the company. So now I’m here.” The somber mood returned.

“Is that why you were crying?” He asked and you shook your head. “That’s not entirely why I was crying. My manager is making things harder for me.” You chuckle to make the mood happier.

“If it makes you feel better, my dad’s assistant called me Jungcock on mistake.”

You burst into laughter which causes Jungkook to laugh and the elevator doors open. You both continue to laugh and walk out together.

“You’re on this floor?” Jungkook asked.

“Unfortunately.” You continue to laugh.

Someone clears their throat and both you and Jungkook look up. You see Jimin staring at the both of you with crossed arms. “I see you’ve two met.”  He walks up closer to both of you.

“You know Jimin too?” Jungkook looks at you and you shake your head in denial. “Of course she does.” Jimin puts his arm around your shoulder and puts his weight on you. You tolerate his actions and Jungkook sees how uncomfortable you are.

“How do you know Jimin, Kookie?” You asked Jungkook and Jimin releases his grip on you slowly. “He’s my bestfriend.” Jungkook looked at Jimin and Jimin nodded.

“But how do you know him?” Jimin asked you. You rolled your eyes because he was obviously in your business. “Why do you care?”

Jimin and Jungkook were shocked at your remark. You let yourself out of Jimin’s hold and began walking to your designated dorm room.

You open the door and you enter to meet a beautiful room. The ceiling was high and the natural light bounced right off the white themed room. It was more like a suite than a dorm room.

“Your father made sure we had the best treatment.” Jimin walks in with his hands in his pocket.

“Why are you being like this?” You turn to face him. He steps back, surprised by your attitude.

“What do you mean?” He chuckles. He irritated you. He thought his charisma and cheekiness would let him get away with anything.

“You were just rude to me earlier before you knew my status. Is that how you treat everyone?”

Jimin didn’t respond, he looked at the men coming in and out and they took it as a cue to leave the both alone. You took a seat on the white couch and waited for Jimin to defend himself.

“Listen to me carefully, because I won’t say this again.” Jimin sat across from you. You cross your legs and look dead at him.

“I don’t like you. I don’t like your company and I don’t like any of this. You think I want to marry you? You think I want to share my stocks with you? There are so many other companies I could have signed with, but my father wanted yours.” Jimin expressed his thoughts and it was the only thing you could relate to.

“So don’t make me the bad guy and act like the world revolves around you.” Jimin finished his thoughts and you had to admit you felt offended at him being so blunt.

“Well that makes two of us.” He laughs bitterly and you look away. “There’s two bedrooms, and one bathroom. I usually shower in the morning so you can shower at night.” He stood up and you remained seated.

“We’ll see.” You smile sarcastically and he rolls his eyes.

“How do you know Jungkook?” Jimin asks again. Something must’ve really bothered him about you knowing Jungkook, so you used it as a leverage.

“Why do you care so much?” You spat.

“Is he your ex-boyfriend? Did he break your heart?” Jimin teased and it only provoked you.

“Jimin shut up. If we’re going to make this work, we have to be civilized.”

“I don’t want to make this work.” He walked towards the door as he put on his coat.

“Where are you going?”

“Why do you care so much?” He mocked your words and slammed the door behind him.

You had no idea that you could barely meet someone and hate them in less than 24 hours. You had an idea that you wouldn’t get along with your unknown fiance, but you didn’t know it’d be this stressful.

“Miss Y/N, your welcoming ceremony starts in an hour.” A man knocks on your door and you nod. “What’s the attire?” You ask as you stood from the sofa. “Semi-Formal ma’am.” He smiles and leaves the dorm.

This was your chance to show off to Jimin that you knew how to dress. Usually, you’d have people and stylist help you get ready for events, but you were on your own this time.

You walk over to the biggest suitcase that held your expensive gowns. Your mother made sure she had those packed. You pull out a pale pink dress that hit just above your knees. You paired the dress with nude heels. Satisfied with your outfit, you moved onto your makeup and hair.

Your phone rang as you finished the last curl of your hair. You reached for it and it read ‘Dad’. You weren’t sure if you were ready to talk to him, but you weren’t mean enough to ignore him.

“Hello?” You speak carefully.

“Y/N how are you holding up dear?” Your father seemed to be in a good mood.

“I hate it.” You spoke honestly as you played with the ends of your dress.

Your father chuckled before he spoke, “I heard you met Jimin and Jungkook. Surprise.”

“I don’t want to talk about this dad, you’ll ruin my mood. Goodbye, I love you.” You hung up quickly before you could become anymore heated.

“Y/N, you ready to go? We’re already 20 minutes late.” Sunny barges into your room. You stood up and shoved your phone into your wristlet. “Let’s go then.” You smiled and she returned it. You didn’t want to stress Sunny anymore than you already have.

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You walk into a hall filled with formally dressed students. Many stared at you which only made you more self-conscious. You had Sunny at your side, so that calmed your nerves. “You have to give a arrival speech in a few minutes. So go socialize and mingle.” Sunny pushed you further into the room and left you.

You looked around and examined the food displayed on the tables. It was nothing but the most expensive food you could think of. The classical music in the background was the only pleasant thing about the welcoming party.

You spot Jimin in his suit mingling with a group of girls. Now you knew the man he really was, a flirt. He was a slick one and it disgusted you.

“You look lovely.” Jungkook approached you. His attire was completely different. His hair was slicked back and his tuxedo was very sharp. “Now this is the Kookie I recognize.” You smile at him and he laughs.

“Why do they need to make a big party for my arrival?” You look around feeling overwhelmed. “Because you’re the biggest foreign company we’ve had at this school, and your father is a very powerful man.” Jungkook answers.

“That’s reasonable.” You nod. You glance over to the other side of the room and see Sunny signaling that it is time for you to go on. “I have to go do my speech.” You sigh and look at Jungkook.

“Good luck! I’ll stay right here and watch.” He gives you a thumbs up and you smile confidently.

This was your chance to represent your future company in the best way possible. This is where these heirs decide if they’d want to partner with you in the future. You needed to show confidence and strength.

You step onto the stage and walk towards the podium. The students’ noise level dropped immediately. You tapped the mic to make sure it was on and you smiled nervously.

“Hello, as many of you may already know, I’m Y/N Y/L/N. My father is Y/D/N. I was transferred to this campus and I will finish the rest of my college career here. I hope that you take care of me well and show me the way to do things around here.” You pause and glance at the audience, many seem interested, many but one. Park Jimin. He yawned and he knew you had seen it.

“Although it’s my first day here, I want to thank everyone who attended this ceremony and - “ Your mic went dead and the lights went out. You only panicked because of the screams you heard.

The lights began to flicker on and off and you carefully departed the stage. You walked into the chaos of students running in many directions. You stopped in the middle and suddenly you were drenched in a liquid. You squeal and felt the cold liquid drip all over your body.

Someone had poured the punch bowl all over you. You glanced around and the lights stopped flickering. Everyone stopped in their tracks and looked at you. The only one you looked at was Jimin. He had a smirk on his face and he looked so pleased.

You gave him the dirtiest glare but he didn’t seem to care. You walked up to him and grabbed him by his arm, pulling him out of the hall.

“Woah slow down Princess.” He slowed your pace and you turned to look at him. “You ruined my welcoming party Jimin!” You yelled and he put his hands up in defense.

“I didn’t do it. The boys I hired to do it, did it.”

“You’re an asshole Jimin.” You look at your dress which was now stained red. “You looked beautiful, but now…” He laughed at the mess you looked like.

“I hate you.” You spat before you walked off. Sunny was waiting in the hallway and she looked at you with a face of horror. “What happened?” She asked as she followed you.

“Jimin happened.”

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: I’m going to make a trailer for this series so be excited for that! I’ll work on it this weekend! (:

Chained to the Original Pt 2 || Kol M.

Song: Only You - Zara Larsson

Part One

Song: Only You - Zara Larsson

Requested by: @evanpeters3826


Two months.

It’s been two months since I left Kol standing outside the bar. In those two months I found a boyfriend, drank more - blood and alcohol, I was a mess on the inside, but looked like my life was perfect on the outside.

Kol was my best friend for over seven hundred years and I walked away from him. It was stupid of me to think that I could go on without him.

And the guy I was with was more of a distraction than interest. Emptiness was all I felt, it’s what I felt before I left Kol, but now its worse. A lot worse.

I sat my empty glass on the bar, throwing a couple of bills beside the glass, and left the bar.

I walked on the sidewalk, heels clicking on the damp pavement, streetlights reflected off puddles in the streets, the occasional car delivering by, a trumpet player playing in the background. It was a scene from a movie, and I breathed it in, along with the New Orleans air.

I threw my head back and arms out as I spun around, mist dampening my face, but I didn’t care, I was drunk and I found a peace of mind in my surroundings.

“Y/N?” A voice I haven’t heard in two months spoke up behind me, I turn around, and Kol stood before me. The pain was back and drowning me in waves.

“Kol,” I choked out, barely audible but I knew he heard me, along with the pain in my voice. He ran towards me, but I stepped back, pain flashed in his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” his voice was weak, shoulders hung in defeat.

“I am too,” tears were in my eyes, clouding my vision.

I go to turn away, but he grabbed my hand, turning me back around to face him.

“I left Devina,” bail was in his voice as he spoke. “I need my best friend, I need you.”

“I can’t be your best friend anymore, I have to be more.” I go to move my hand from his, but he held on. “Go back to her Kol, I can’t be with you if you love someone else, and you don’t return the feelings back to me.”

“And that’s why I left her.” He took both of my trimmbling hands in his, bringing them up to his chest. “I love you, more than a friend or family. I love you as a lover, and I didn’t realize it until you left. What they say is true, you don’t know what you have until its gone. I lost you Y/N and I lost myself. I love you Y/N.”

I looked away from Kol and out at the street. “I love you too.”

He grabbed my chin with his forefinger and thumb, turning my head to face him. We looked into each other’s eyes for the longest time, and then he crashed his lips against mine.

It was magical, the air around of smelt of his cologne and rain, mist laid on our skin. My hand were bunched up in his coat, while his was cupping my face and taggled in my hair.

We needed each other and the kiss showed it.

Then that damned thing called a conscience hit me like a ton of bricks and I’m pushing Kol away from myself, breaking the kiss.

“Kol I can’t, I have a boyfriend.” Hurt was deep in his features and I couldn’t help but feel guilty. Guilty for kissing him while being with someone else and the fact that he gave everything up to be with me, that guilt was too much to bare.

“I see,” he starts to turn away. “I’ll leave yo-” and I’m kissing him before he can finish, this was my one chance, and I’m not going to blow it.

As we break the kiss, our foreheads leaning against one another, I whisper against his lips: “I’ll break up with him tomorrow, tonight’s our night.”

His face lit up as he smiled, “Well let’s make it count.”

He grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers, and pulled me along. We ran like humans down the street giggling, Kol looking back at me to make sure that it was really me that was with him as he lead me; it was magical.

We ran into some hotal that I didn’t catch the name of and got a room. The Concierge didn’t seem too happy about the fact that she knew what was about to go on in that room. We didn’t tell her what we were doing, nor did she say, but the look on her face, you know she knew.

When we got in the elevator, the doors closing as Kol pressed the button to our floor, he turned around and slammed me against the wall. His body pressed against mine, he smashed his lips to mine, our hands roamed each other’s bodies.

Before we strip ourselves of any clothing, the elevator dings, and we’re stumbling out to our room. He fights to get the keycard in the lock, lust taking over all of our senses we lost all sense of logic.

The lock dings in acceptance of the card, and we pile into the room, key thrown somewhere, door slammed shut a little too loudly, and our hands all over each other.

My skin was on fire with Kol’s touch, I craved more as I felt him on my finger tips, his intoxicating smell surrounded me as our lips moved against each other’s.

Wanting to touch more of him, I pulled off his button up shirt, some buttons flying off in the process, and more clothing followed after that, both mine and his.

We fell into the bed and everything felt like a dream in that moment.


I’m going to do a part three, don’t know when it’ll be up because I’ve got a lot of shit going on the rest of this week and next week.


Masterlist | Prompt List | Part Three

Memory

Originally posted by parkejimins

Genre: Drama, Angsty

Word Count: 1087

Pairing: Yoongi x You

A/N: Italics are flashbacks while Bolds are your inner thoughts, this is my first one shot imagine please bear with my grammar, anyways idgaf please enjoy keke!


You look at your watch it’s past 10 already. You’ve been waiting for your boyfriend since 7 pm. It’s your 1 year anniversary and you wanted to celebrate it before he debut and become busy with his idol life.

You tried to call him but it goes straight to voicemail. “He’s late again…” you sighed. You started to get worried but still keep waiting.

Your phone rang and you excitedly answered it but not the person you are expecting to.

“(Y/N)!!” It’s your Mom, you can hear her crying. But suddenly, your phone died. There’s a sudden knot on your stomach. You hurriedly left the restaurant.

*Car crashes*

You squint your eyes, memories of that fateful day flashed to the front of your eyes. Suddenly, someone bumped into you making you open your eyes.

“Woooow our oppas!!” two schoolgirls shaking each other pointing towards the television on the lobby of the hospital you are working. You came back to your senses, as you look on the news about a kpop group getting into the Billboard.

“Suga oppa is so cool, we are meant to be!!!” one of the girl said.

“Aniiii! Suga oppa is mine!” the other one said back. They started to bicker at each other and the other guests in the hospital are getting distracted. You raised your brow.

“Excuse me, please lower down your voices you are inside the hospital.” You said in a serious tone.                                              

The two girls stopped and looked at you embarrassed. “Oh, sorry sonsaengnim.” The two girls bowed and left.

You look at the news showing Yoongi and his mixtape getting also a spotlight. Ughhh asshole…

“Dr. (Y/L/N)!” one of the nurses approach you.

“Dr. Kim wants to see you.” You nod and went to his office.  

What is it this time?              

“What?!” you shrieked.

“I assign you to be a part of the medical team in the ISAC tomorrow” he repeated not sparing a glance at you.

“But that’s my day to unpack…”

“Why? You don’t want to?” he said. You pouted.

“Oppa..” you muttered. He looked at you and sneered.

“I was about to approve your vacation leave but since….” while looking for the request form of your vacation you applied a week ago.

“Arasso, arasso….but you need to help me move tonight” you sighed. He chuckled and nodded.

Dr. Kim was like your older sister but in a brother form. He helped you get through the time your sister died from a car accident 3 years ago. He was the only one who comforted you during those times and you would always be grateful to him.

“It would be fun, you’ll get to meet celebrities.” He said wiggling his brows.

You hissed. Celebrities, my ass.

You woke up at the sound of your phone ringing. You fumbled for your phone on your bedside table.

“Hello?” you answered, still half asleep.

“Sunbaenim! Where are youuu?!!” Hyukoh said.

“I’m home. Whyyyy?!” you groaned.

“Don’t tell me you forget?..” he said. Your eyes widened and checked the time. It’s already 7:30 am and you got 30 mins to prepare and travel.

Oh shit. You get out of bed and scrambled your things you needed for today’s work. You hurriedly went to the bathroom almost tripping on the boxes on your new apartment.

You finished all your morning ceremonies and you still have 15 minutes left for travel, you get out of your apartment as fast as you can. The elevator on your building was about to close and you run towards it to get on, luckily someone opened the doors for you. You smiled and bowed at the masked man.

You exhaled, fixing yourself in the reflection in the doors of the elevator. You noticed the clothes of the guys inside the elevator, it’s the same design as yours but different color. Your brows furrowed when suddenly the doors opened.

“Sunbae!” Hyukoh, your assistant for today which is also an intern in your department, waved at you. You smiled and walk towards him.

“I got you a coffee.” He handed you the cup.

I clearly need this for today.

You stopped by the door of the last group you need to check before the event starts. You stared at the label on the door, hesitating whether you’ll do this one or just ask Hyukoh to do it himself.

“Sunbae, why are you not getting in?” Hyukoh asked, making you come back to your senses. He knocked and went in. You were anxious, this would be the first time you’ll meet him again after 3 years.

You put on your mask and followed Hyukoh inside. Hyukoh started introducing and explaining what checkup is to be done to the artists to ensure they are fit for athletic sports today. The boys gathered in front to the both of you then they started to talk in chorus. You were startled.

“Hana, dul, set. Annyeonghaseyo! BangtanSonyeondan imnida!” they bowed and smiled. You bowed at them also. Get your shit together, (Y/N)

After finishing with Hoseok who almost cried whom you managed to get an injection shot. You look at the last person that is assigned to you. Min Yoongi

He took a sit in front of you and bowed at you. You were flustered, somehow in a minute you didn’t know what to do. Suddenly, tears are pooling in your eyes and were about to flow. You inhaled and started to prepare for the injection shot.

He get his arm ready for you, you looked at him and he just nod at you. You touch his skin looking for the place to inject. The silence between you is so deafening, you can hear each other’s breathing. You inserted the needle and he bit his lower lip to bear the pain. You removed the injection and wrapped it up.

“It’s been a while..(Y/N)” he mumbled. You looked up and stared at his eyes, the feeling of hate and hurt is overwhelming that at any time you might cry your bawls out.

“I’m sorry.” He said and held your hand.

You entered in the room where your sister is in the hospital. The nurses are already covering the body of your sister. You were stunned, tears won’t stop escaping from your eyes. You can’t believe what is happening in front of you. Your phone rang and looked at the caller ID and it’s Yoongi. You answered the call and just listened to the words he said. You fell down on your knees…

“I am..” you mumbled

“Too late.” You said and let a tear flow on your cheek.

Rebel and a Basket Case

Evan Rachel Wood, known for her leading role as a heroine and oldest host in the HBO Original series Westworld, as well as her roles in films Thirteen, The Wrestler, TV series True Blood and the mini series Mildred Pearce.  Her covetable award-winning catalog of acting roles barely highlights her deep rooted musical background she evolved at a very young age.

We get a squint of her prolific vocal talent as the star of the 2007 musical film ‘Across the Universe‘ as she covers 1960’s  Beatles songs.  

Fast forward to 2017; Evan and Zach chat with novelist Laura Albert about the inspiration for their debut album and the journey of writing songs whilst juggling an intense acting career.

Rebel and a Basket Case an edgy, 80’s inspired electro –pop duo who are reclaiming inspirational moments from their teenage music icons, The Breakfast club, Karaoke and verve for all that is a unicorn world.

Interview by Laura Albert

Laura: I very much love Westworld. Has the unfurling story which seems a constant peeling back of identity, seeped into your musical world?

Evan: Zach and I wrote a lot of the album while I was in production and while we were on a short hiatus. Playing that character definitely gave me a new found strength that trickled over into our music I’m sure. So many themes on the record have to do with overcoming oppressive situations and West World is very much the same.

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Thunderstorm

Group: BTS (Bangtan Boys)

Pairing: Hoseok (J-Hope) x Reader

Genre: Smut (Word Count: 2,554)

You laughed along with Hoseok as the two of you continuously ducked and dodged through the streets, trying to avoid the heavy rain. “I don’t remember your place being this far away!” you yelled over the loud raindrops. Hoseok tugged his snapback on tighter and just smiled.

“We’ll be there soon enough” he said, grabbing your hand. He started running, pulling you through the rain to the next available shelter. The thunder cracked through the sky and you jumped, moving closer to Hoseok. He was surprised but threw his arm around you anyway, somehow protecting you from nature’s loud noises. “We should hurry up. It sounds like it’s about to get pretty bad out here” he said, rubbing your arm. The thunder crackled again and you wrapped your arms around his waist, staring up at the sky. 

“We could probably take a shortcut through that alley” he said, pointing across the street. There was a flash of lightning and your eyes widened. “Yeah, yeah, yeah let’s go” you rushed out. Hoseok smiled and quickly pulled you in the direction of the alley. 

The rain was coming down like bullets but thanks to the shortcut it only took you about 3 minutes to get to his building. Hoseok pried the door open for you and you rushed in. “I knew that we should have brought an umbrella” he said, staring at you.

“The weather girl said that it would be a light rain!” you defended yourself. Hoseok just shook his head as he led you to the elevator. Your clothes, like his, were dripping wet and you were starting to feel just how cold it was.You hugged your arms around yourself and shivered. Hoseok watched you from the corner of his eye and smiled. You’ve always been stubborn. This morning he’d told you to wear a heavier jacket; you refused. He’d said that it was going to rain hard; you insisted that it would be fine. Now you were standing in the world’s slowest elevator, your teeth chattering away. 

As soon as he’d gotten you into the dorm, Hoseok stripped off his over-sized hoodie revealing his white tank top. He threw his jacket in the clothes bin and then walked to his drawer. He pulled out a pair of shorts and a shirt and tossed it to you. “Hurry and change before you catch a cold” he said, searching through his drawer once again. You assumed that he must be looking for some shorts for himself. Dragging your bare feet along the soft carpet, you went into the bathroom to change out of your wet clothes. You absolutely hated the feeling as you peeled off your shirt and pants. Your body was so cold that your goosebumps had goosebumps. “Hoseok, are you washing our clothes?” you asked through the door. He made an affirmative noise and you nodded to yourself looking down at your panties and bra. They were soaked and you had to take them off but you didn’t want to just walk around the dorm with nothing underneath Hoseok’s loose clothes.
‘As soon as they dry, I’ll just put them back on’ you reasoned with yourself.

You unhooked your bra and slid your panties off, securely wrapping them in your pants and shirt. Your nipples stuck out in response to the cold temperature and you sighed. This would have been so much easier if you two had been closer to your house when the storm hit. You pulled the T-shirt over your head and felt relieved to see that you could hardly see your hardened nipples. You slid on the shorts next and felt extremely weird knowing that you weren’t wearing any panties. Nevertheless, you gathered your things and opened the bathroom door. Walking out, you could see that Hoseok wasn’t in his room any more. You tossed your wet clothes in the clothes bin along with his and walked out of his room. “Hoseok!” you yelled out, walking into the living room. 

You called his name again and he walked out from one of the other bedrooms. “It doesn’t look like anybody else is home” he said. The thunder boomed and the lights flickered in the house. You literally jumped into Hoseok’s arms and wrapped your arms around his neck. Your face was buried into his skin and your heart was racing. Your breasts pressed into him and you were so terrified that you didn’t care. Why was the thunder so aggressive tonight? Hoseok just held you to him and carried you to his room. He sat you down on his bed and sat next to you with a smile. “I’m sorry about the whole jumping-”

“Don’t mention it. We’ve been friends for two years and you never told me that you were afraid of storms” he commented. He didn’t mention your breasts so you assumed that he hadn’t noticed. 

“I’m not afraid of storms” you said unconvincingly. The window lit up from the flash of lightning and you scooted closer to him. Hoseok smiled to contain his laughter.

“Of course you aren’t” he said, sarcastically. You frowned and he laughed again before standing up. He walked to the clothes bin and lifted it up. “You’re going to be okay for a minute?” he asked, looking toward the window.

“Y-yeah. I’m not a baby” you said, looking out the window. Hoseok smiled again and walked out of the room, making his way to the washing machine. The phone rang and you heard him answer it.

“Hello?…ah… okay. Well __ is here with me. Okay” he said from the other room. Who was that? Hoseok came in a minute later and pointed to the bed. “Manager-hyung said that most of the streets are blocked off so he’s just going to get a hotel for the guys. You can stay here tonight” he said. He walked to the bed and peeled the covers back. 

“You can stay in my bed and I’ll just take someone else’s” he offered. You looked at the bed, the window, and then back at him.

“Could you stay here until I fall asleep?” you asked in a small voice. You felt like a little girl. Hoseok mumbled about you being cute before hopping in the bed. He laid down on his back and stretched his arm open for you. You got in the bed next to him and rested against him. You wanted to lie on his chest but was suddenly reminded of your lack of clothes underneath his baggy shirt and shorts. He noticed your hesitation and grabbed your arm, wrapping it around him. This left you no choice but to place your head against him. “Don’t worry about it” he said easily. 

You didn’t say anything and he rubbed your arm. “You were worried about not having a bra, right?” he said. This is embarrassing. You nodded wordlessly and he chuckled.

“Don’t worry about it. If it makes you feel better, I’m not wearing a bra either” he said. You laughed and lightly slapped his side. 

“I hope you don’t ever wear bras” you said. Hoseok just smiled and rubbed your arm. The thunder boomed again and you pressed yourself closer to him. He didn’t comment but instead started humming. It was very soothing; his chest vibrating slightly as he hummed through song after song, his fingers massaging your arm. 

You fell asleep at some point and Hoseok found himself falling asleep as well.

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How Thankful I am - Castiel x Reader (NSFW) ‘1K celebration’

★ This drabble was requested  by @leatherandwinchesters and @k6034 as a part of my 1k celebration prompt drabbles. (I also decided to combine this with a request I had earlier) ★

Summary: Prompt #3  “Imagine your OTP stuck in an elevator after they’ve had a fight.” AND  Hey! I don’t have anything super specific but you’re a really good writer and one thing that I think is so, so hot is cum on glasses lmao. So if you write a Castiel x Reader preferably and fit that in somewhere you’d be a godsend and I’d probably cry. Thank you much!

Words: 1448

Warnings: Oral sex (male receiving), hand job, public sex.

Castiel x Reader

A/N: This is definitely longer than usual drabble, but I couldn't resist. 

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Lost Stars (M)

plot: all he knew was killing and you were just another name to mark down his list.

group: bts

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: assassin!au

warnings: death, blood, cursing and other violence subjects, light smut ahead

word count: 5.4k

A/N: so I don’t know how this happened but it sorta did lmao I hope you like it, I’m so sorry this is a mess ;-;



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The youngest member of the Jeon family looked down to the floor, eyes narrowing and eyebrows knotted in disgust. There went another pair of his favorite shoes, he shook them to get rid of the staining blood dropping from the tip of the shoe. He sighed, dropping his foot to the floor and quickly getting out his phone and pressing the dial button on Namjoon’s number.

It took a couple of times for him to answer. “It’s done” he mumbles, looking down at the immobile body a mere inches away from his feet. Namjoon replied happily, another amount of zeros to add up to their bank account. “Make sure to wire my part” and with that the phone went dead as he stuffed the phone back in the pocket.

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Not So Artificial Love

One big thing before you read this, when on stage/ performing i wrote him as Xiumin, but with y/n or with other members I wrote him as Minseok. Sorry this one took so long but its long. Tbh I was the only person more turned on by Minseoks choker than the Artificial Love dance (I have a thing for people in chokers, but dont worry, both are incorperated in the story). i would also like to mention that I am dyslexic and since this one is so long there are prbably some thing i missed and I’m 100% sure that there’s at least one typo i  missed. Anyways blahblahblah aside, I hope u enjoy :))))))

Summary: Minseok opens up a can of worms after his first EXO’rdium performance, which leads to s a surprisingly pleasent night between you two.

Genre: smutsmutsmut omg so much smut, smut ahead, WARNING

Word Count: 4106

Characters: Reader (Y/N), Minseok/Xiumin, Chanyeol, mention of other EXO members 

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There was never anything quite like sitting in those stadiums watching your boyfriend. You were never let backstage even though people always recognized you and you were constantly mobbed. Never really with any hate especially since Xiumin spoke up about how he doesn’t like any EXO-L who disrespects his girlfriend (it still shocks you to this day that, HEY, that’s you).

Though EXO’rDIUM was exciting as it was something new, your attention wasn’t fully on the show since you were going to be there every day to cheer on the people you were going to be going home with once it was all over, but you stared at the stage blankly anyways. Watching them perform all of their new songs was the most exciting part because you remembered how stressed and nervous all of the members were on how the fans would respond to their new sound. The fans were into it, though. You had been invited to watch the soundcheck, but again, since you knew you were going to be at the shows, you decided it would be better to spend your time doing more productive things. That was a mistake.

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Sleeping only did so much to relieve the pain. Luke wanted to think most of the pain was physical, but realistically a lot of it was mental. The words the visions of his mother left him with nightmares and starting to see them as truth. The fear of turning a corner and seeing Keaton’s fist flying his way. And the dread that came with the guards pushing him towards their break room. The words Raine had said so long ago were starting tk be true…

You push away all the nice ones, the mean ones will remain.

Luke had limped his way to the elevator wearing clothes that were obviously not his, his eyes distant and glistening with that internal anguish. It felt like someone else was controlling him as he stepped in to the elevator and pressed the button for the roof, the boy watching the doors close. He moved to a corner of the elevator, leaning back against it and sighing as he rested his head against the metal. It cooled the still throbbing bruise that took up most of his face. Luke closed his eyes, willing for the roof to get there faster only for the elevator to stop and ding like someone else was going to come in.

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sanguinem-mittat  asked:

I really do look up to you fashion-wise, and your Blog is my favorite. Can you suggest or tell me your favorite online stores for clothing? As many As you can. Thank you

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  • Common Goods
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In case any Orthodox Parents (or Roman Catholic or other Liturgical Christians, or pastor or seminarian friends who might suggest it in the future) are looking for a way to bring the feasts more into your home, I have a suggestion. We started, several months ago, putting candles and a tablecloth on the table on feast days (and every Sunday). We’re not always eating something special, but the candles and cloth help ‘elevate’ the dinner, and serve as a sign that this day is different.

And it’s working. Our son is three and when he sees the candles he says “It’s a feast!” or “It’s Sunday!” or sometimes “Cuz Sunday’s a feast!” and gets really excited. We use different color table cloths for different feasts (we’ve had great luck with thrift store finds) and he loves blowing out the candles and saying “The feast is over!” If we have an icon of the saint or feast we’ll put it on the table as well, but we usually don’t.

It’s been so easy, and really ‘injected’ the Year into our domestic church. 

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“Goddammit,” you muttered as you struggled with your keys.

“Everything alright miss?” Steve asked with a polite smile on your face.

“Not all. My door is stuck again.”

“Can I help you out?”

“Yes please,” you said, stepping away from the door and handing him your keys.

He smiled at you and easily opened the door, leaning into it slightly to help it unstick.

“Thank you so much, Steve.”

“No problem Miss (Y/N).”

“Oh no need to call me miss, (Y/N) is fine.”

“Alright then no problem (Y/N).”

You smiled and went into your apartment.

The second you closed the door you leaned against it and sighed. It was getting harder and harder each day to keep up this charade.

Steve was a good person and it was conflicting to you because he was supposed to be your enemy and yet…

You jerked from your thoughts when your computer pinged. Your superior had sent you a message.

Keep gathering intel. Report back soon.

You sighed and deleted the message. You felt like you were betraying Steve and yourself when you sent back the intel, not that you hadn’t known you would be betraying Steve when you took this mission, but you didn’t think that you would have had such guilt weighing you down.

Weeks passed and you were spending more and more time around Steve. In the elevator, washing clothes or just seeing each other in the hallway and striking up a conversation.

“Hey (Y/N),” Steve called, a bright smile appearing on your face.

You smiled wearily back. Your superior had to come up with a time and a plan to get to Steve. You were somewhat skeptical of the plan, but you didn’t tell her that. You had still been feeding them information, but it was weighing you down. You were either betraying the man you had started to fall for or the cause you had always believed in.

“Something wrong?” he asked with a worried look.

“My boss is just being demanding,” you responded.

Steve frowned and you tried to reassure him.

“Nothing I can’t handle.”

You opened your mouth to reply when the window at the end of the hallway burst open.

Steve was immediately in action, grabbing your wrist and leading you to the stairs. You looked back and saw your fellow agents giving you the signal to attack.

Steve must have noticed because he immediately dropped your hand and looked at you in horror.

You slowly pulled your gun out of your waist band.

“I’m sorry Steve,” you murmured.

Joniss prompt: The first time Joniss meet. Johanna strips in the elevator scene, but without peeta and haymitch present. Johanna flirts with katniss mercilessly and teases her with an almost kiss before she casually leaves at her floor, leaving katniss with a red face and jelly legs.

Peeta and Haymitch had already left , taking the elevator back up to our room, but it was time for me to follow them up. I had spent the past half hour or so trying to mingle with the other tributes but it wasn’t going well. Just as the doors began closing, Johanna Mason, slid through the narrowing gap. “You looked fantastic, my stylist is such an idiot.” Johanna spat as she pulled at the bangles on her wrist, removing them before letting them fall to the floor. Yes she may have been dressed like a tree but I wouldn’t say they were an idiot, in fact that dress clung to Johanna in all the right places…. She turned around, facing the doors of the elevator, backing up into me a little. “Unzip?” I don’t know what to do… If I say nothing the rest of the elevator ride is going to be very awkward, so I decide to help out and unzip the back of her dress. It catches slightly so have to place my hand on her hip and tug on the zipper a little harder. After successfully managing to undo the zipper on her dress without too much hassle Johanna has now turned back around, a smirk on her face as she slowly pulls each arm out of the dress. I don’t know where to look, my eyes dart to every part of the elevator that doesn’t involve Johanna. “You know you should look at someone when they’re talking to you.” Johanna laughed with her trademark smirk, instinctively I snap my eyes back onto her. Although it occurs to me only seconds after when I see she is now completely naked, that we weren’t talking. “You weren’t talking to me” I say confused hoping the heat rising in my cheeks is not visible. “Sorry is this bothering you?” Johanna asks, the smirk growing wider. I can only assume that my attempt at trying to contain the blushing is failing. “No” is all I can manage as I look away again. “Oh really? If I took a guess I’d say you like what you see.” I tried my best to avoid looking back at her, but I couldn’t help it. My cheeks now burning. “No need to be shy brainless, no harm in looking,” I can feel that my face is now on fire there’s no denying it now. “In fact… there’s no harm in touching either.” Johanna smirks before starting to take steps towards me, my stomach instinctively tying itself in knots. Johanna is less than a few centimetres away from my lips, me aching for her to close the gap, when the elevator dings. Notifying Jo she was on her floor. “Ah well maybe next time then” Jo laughs as she exits the elevator, he clothes still lying on the elevator floor. “this was fun was should do it again sometime” was the last thing I heard before she disappeared out of view and the elevator doors closed again.