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Too Hot To Handle: Chapter Eight

So I kinda wrote a different kind of fanfiction. It’s nothing as in depth as my other fics so I am going to post it here. ENJOY!!

       ***Actor, Real Person Fanfiction, Walking Dead RPF***

Featuring: Jeffrey Dean Morgan X Original Female Character, Norman Reedus and others.. (FYI this is total fiction, as in I know nothing about JDMs life or that of his real SO and son etc. Because of this, for this work of fiction, they don’t exist. Jeffrey’s been a typical actor playboy dating fellow stars etc. This is written for sick daydreaming pleasure.)

Aria St. James is a busy woman with a thriving restaurant. She thought she had everything she needed until a few famous faces visit her dining room. A tall, dark and handsome actor decides Aria’s just what he’s been looking for.

Rating: Mature


Leaving her car at the restaurant, the couple rode to her place making the normally ten minute drive in under five. Aria couldn’t keep the grin off her face as Jeffrey all but dragged her up the walkway and into her condo.  The door slammed shut and the lock was flipped before the towering man crowed her into the wall. His hands and mouth were everywhere it seemed, that sinful tongue rasping dirty fucking nothings into her ear. 

“You want me to nail you to this wall babygirl?” He asked, his breath panted against her neck as he lifted her leg above his hip. His thick thigh pressed between hers, the course denim dragging a delicious friction against her clit
“Fuck. Jeff.” She moaned as his hands squeezed her ass while he rut into her. “Anywhere. Everywhere.” Aria gasped before she was hauled up and wrapped around his body, the man carrying her blindly towards the living room while devouring her mouth. 

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2. What made you decide to write this muse?

Musing about the muses

((HOO BOY… kind of a long story here. Ultimately, I got interested in the idea of RPing Papyrus specifically because of a certain Papyrus… @thegreatestmom! Even if it took me months to actually get around to making a tumblr account. And a few more months to get around to making this particular blog. I work so fast you guys. :’)

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Harass my daughter on Minecraft? You can't hide from me.

So, my daughter, who was about 8 at the time, was REALLY into Minecraft (as most kids are these days). Also desperately wanting to join the Youtube/Let’s Play culture, I had installed some screen recording software that would let her make videos of the games she was playing so she could later upload them to Youtube.

Anyways, one day I’m minding my own business when I hear her quietly sniffling over on the computer. I asked her what was wrong, but she didn’t want to tell me so I let it go, but decided to keep on eye on her. A few minutes later I discovered what was happening; someone was harassing not only her, but also all the other kids playing on whatever server she was on. This kid (we’ll call him Little Sh*thead, or LS) was saying sh*t about how he was going to rape my 8 year old daughter (she told him how old she was hoping he would stop), how he was going to hack into her IP and steal all her info, swearing profusely (remember, this is a game for kids), etc etc. By this time I had gotten my fiance involved, and she was also obviously quite upset at what a little sh*t this kid was being. We realized that our daughter had been recording the entire incident, and a plan began to form.

I started by googling LS’s username. There were several hits immediately, the most interesting of which involved a page where he was publicly applying to be a mod for a server on Minecraft. I was able to learn a lot about this little POS: he claimed to be 15, likes hockey, used to live in Toronto but now lives in Florida. But the bombshell was easily his skype contact info; it was literally firstname.lastname. I know your name now, you little sh*t.

So I head over to Facebook and search for the name. Nothing. Hmmmm. On a hunch I searched for just the last name, while narrowing my results to only the state of Florida. Several dozen hits. Hmmm. So I have to start combing through each one, until I find what I was looking for: a middle aged man with the same last name, whose profile indicates he was born in Toronto and now lives in Florida. I FOUND YOUR DAD, YOU LITTLE SH*T.

So I sent him a message on Facebook, asking if he had a son named firstname who goes by his username on Minecraft. Dad confirmed I had the right guy. So my wife begins telling the dad everything that LS was saying to my daughter, and we sent him the recorded video as proof. Radio silence for a few days.

Then we got the message back: LS had his computer taken away from him for the entire summer, and had also been lying about his age (he was only 11, I think). His parents were f*cking livid with him, and he surely hated the next few months of his life.

No one f*cks with my daughter.

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When lance was younger he was often overlooked by his parents and older siblings. Sometimes it got so bad that lance could start rambling for minutes on end without them noticing. Sometimes, when he realized this, he would start saying some weird stuff just to see if they would notice. Things such as, “bye mom I’m off to to the war” or “I’ll be back later I’m gunna go get my ear pierced.” And every time he would be be left with varying answers of “okay honey, have a good time.”

That continued for months and it wasn’t until he was accepted into the garrison that his family payed any real attention to him.

And then space. Space is a funny thing. It’s so big and so full of the unknown, but it can still make you feel trapped. Living in the castle with six other people you would think that if something happened someone would notice. But Lance found that what was happening at home was now happening here.

He would start talking and no one would notice. He would enter a room and anywhere between minutes to hours would pass before anyone would notice him and ask him when he had gotten there.

So he started up his old game again. Except after a few months he decides that it’s time to change the rules of the game. At the next planet he went to he got his ear pierced. One month later he got blue streaks in his hair. Things kept up like that to the point that he had a one tattoo, three ear piercings, black and blue streaks in his hair, a tongue piercing and his newly acquired eyebrow piercing.

It wasn’t until they were on their way to a new planet that they realized how drastically Lance had changed. Pidge was saying how the planet had a stronger magnetic pull so they needed to be sure not to have any metal on them, and they all watched in horror as Lance removed each of his piercings, laying them in his chair for safe keeping.

Illegal (Part 1)- Park Jimin Racer!AU

Originally posted by kpophott


Genre: Fluff/ Comedy/ Angst

Pairing: JiminxReader

Word count: 6.002k

Summary: During your staying in your grandmother’s house you meet Jimin and discover the night life that’s beyond the calm appearence of the town.


“Don’t worry about her, she is safe with me. Now go before you’re late!” Your grandma shouted from the front porch.

You could see your father face by his the reflexion on the car’s mirror. He tryed to look not affected, all tough and unbothered, but you knew best. The minute he would drive off and pass the town’s sign, he would burst into tear and start sobbing like there was no tomorrow.

It wasn’t just him who felt uneasy about this whole situation, you did too. Since your mother left you two alone, without any previous warning, that your dad had never went back to being how he was when she was still present. Now, he was always too focused on work, to the point where you would have to force him out of his office to eat or to just lay on a bed and close his eyes for a few seconds . But you didn’t judge him, though, you knew that that was the way he used to cope with the pain he felt.

It was your grandmother who convinced you to come and stay with her for a while, saying it would be for her since you two could spent more time together, and, at the same time, it would make your dad a bit more independent for when your classes at the university finally start. It sounded good to you, a nice way to clear your head from all the stress that you felt with your whole dad situation and exams, so you took her offer.

“He will be okay, he is stronger that you think he is, Y/N.” She said, caressing your arm and leading you inside, towards the kitchen.

Her house had a very nice aura to it, very cosy and bright, filled with all types of flowers everywhere. Since you grandmother loved gardening, having plants around her house and become a must.

“So, now that I get the chance to get you all to myself, how do you feel about us baking some cookies? The chocolate chips ones? Your favourite?” She asked and your stomach growled in response.

“Sounds good to me.” You laughed.

You turned on the television, to have some background noise, since it helped you to not overthink this whole situation and to not wonder way to far on your thoughts. Usually when you overthink things it would only got worse, for you that is.

Everything is going to be fine. It has to.

“Honey” Your grandma called from the kitchen, while holding up some tools and ingredients “I realized that we are missing the chocolate bits. Could you go to Mr.Crumberry’s shop and get me some of them? There are some coins on the table if you don’t have enough money.”

“Sure thing, it’s still the last shop on the left, right?” You asked, getting up from your spot on the couch and taking the coins with you. She hummed in response as you kissed her cheek and promised to come back quickly, closing the door behind you, carefully, to not make much noise.

Outside was a bit windy and not many people could be seen. The town wasn’t very big itself but, it had a lot of people around your age and a bit older too. You weren’t familiar with any of them, though, since you barely came here.

In general, you never had many friends due to the fact that you always were busy with university or taking care of your dad, by making sure that he was taking good care of himself, which left not much time to hang out with other people. The only person that you still found the time to be around was Taehyung, a guy who you had met a few years ago and apparently lived right down the street from you. You two had become friends in a strange manner, mainly because he never stopped bugging you, appearing always by your side during lunch time, making rather random visits in your house and bringing you the latest movies for the both of you to see them together. So, you decided, “if you can’t beat him, join him”.

From the minute that you introduced him to your dad, they became great friends as they both shared a passion of finding new animal species. Not the wisest decision you’ve ever made. Let’s just say that you came home one day to find a bunch of different hamsters on your couch.

You were so absorbed in your thoughts from your hometown that you didn’t even notice the small salience on the side walk, which caused you to trip. You closed your eyes, prepared to collide to the ground, but meting a softer surface instead. Someone’s chest.

“Hey there, careful” A raspy voice said. The person had his hands around your arms, securing you against him. He smelled like mint and cigarettes, and a small pinch of cinnamon.

“I’m so sorry.” You apologized, stepping back. You started to blush when you realized he still had his hands around you, and even with the small space between you two, you could still feel your heart pounding against your chest. “Are you okay?”

“I should be the one asking you that.” He said, laughing. The first thing you noticed about him was his orange hair. It was an unusual thing to see, very strange, yet he still managed to be one of the most handsome guys you have ever seen. You met his eyes, only to notice that he was already looking at you, giving you one of those smiles that were so bright that made the sun’s light look like absolutely nothing when compared to it.

“I’m Jimin, by the way. Park Jimin.” He added, noticing that you hadn’t responded.

“I’m Y/N.” You shook your head and smiled, trying to distract yourself to not stare at him.

“Well, Y/N, you are not from around here, are you?” He asked, cocking his head to the side, examining your features.

“No, actually I’m not. I’m staying here for some time, at my grandma’s. And I know that I said it before but I’m really sorry that I bumped into you. I had to go to Mr.Crumberry’s shop to find some chocolate bits for my grandma but I got distracted and- ” You rambled. He tucked the hair behind your ear and you stepped back, surprised, only to stumble on that same piece of the sidewalk. Great. Just great. There was no way you were ever going to get out of the house with these pair of shoes again.

“Seeing that you are always falling, do you need company to make sure you get to your grandma’s house intact? I would hate myself if you fell again and I wasn’t there to catch you” He said, winking at you.

“Are you trying to seduce me? Because that isn’t working”

“Are you sure? Because I swear that when I do this” He took a step closer to you and lowered himself, whispering into your ear “I can hear your heart starting to race.”

You rolled your eyes but you couldn’t deny the fact that what he was saying was true. You just had this feeling that he was one of these cocky people and that only admitting that to him would only make his ego grow bigger.

He laughed at your reaction and brushed his hand through his orange hair. You looked at the watch that you had on your wrist and realized that it had passed more time that it seemed, and that your grandma may get anxious if you don’t get home quickly. After all, the shop wasn’t far away from her house.

You started walking towards the store and noticed that he was still right beside you.

“So, Y/N, tell me about yourself.” He said after a while of you two walking side by side.

“What about me?” You asked.

“I want to get to know you.” He said after taking a deep breath. That question made you nervous, mainly because no one ever asked you that, because no one ever cared that much.

“You do? I’m warning you I am a pretty boring person with a very boring life. There is nothing interesting about me.” You say as the both of you get inside the store. You greet the old bald man that is on the other side of the counter while Jimin just waves at him and sends him a small smile.

The store isn’t very big, so you won’t take long to find what you want. The last time you had been here was years ago, and knowing that everything was still on the same place comforted you.

“I don’t believe that. Let’s see, for example… What’s your favourite colour?” He asked adjusting one of his many rings that he had on his hand.

“I don’t have one.” You answered, shrugging.

“What? What do you mean you don’t have a favourite colour? Everybody has got a favourite colour. That’s like the basic requirement for being a human being.”

“Basic requirement?” You laughed, picking up a package of chocolate bits from one of the shelves. “It’s just a colour”

“Just a colour? Whoa. You just hurt me, I hope you know that.” He faked a hurt look and stepped back dramatically while you walked to the counter. You handed your grandma’s coins to the man and said goodbye, politely. Through the window you could see that the sun was starting to go down, a very pretty view actually, but you don’t have the time to enjoy it as you have to get home as quickly as possible.

The cold air hits your face when you get out of the store and you shiver, closing your jacket a bit more. Jimin, however didn’t seem very bothered by the cold, as he continued to walk normally and talking to you, gesticulating theatrically over the fact that you didn’t have a favourite colour.

“I still can’t believe you don’t have one.” He said, shaking his head in disappointment. He seemed to think hard for a bit and then snapped his fingers like he just had the most brilliant idea ever  "You know what? You just gave me a mission.“

“I, what?” You stopped walking, giving him a confused look.

“You just gave me a mission. From now until the day you leave, I have the mission to make you have a favourite colour.” He said. Jimin sounded determined and you got the feeling that he was one of those people that always got what they wanted, so you didn’t object.

You may not admit it to anyone, and not even yourself, but you liked talking to him and you looked to know that he cared about you, even if it all was because of a stupid colour. He was very carefree and completely different from the people that you had met so far in your life, like a breeze of fresh air.

You two continued to talk during the rest of the way to your grandmother’s house. He would, occasionally, try a pick of line on you but you would always dodge him of, which resulted in him laughing at your reactions. You would, however, blush at his words every now and then, and he must have noticed that because he started joking with you.

“Ha, Y/N, are you blushing?” He said, pinching your cheeks with his fingers.

“What? No, I’m not” You lied, moving faster away from him. “It’s hot, that’s all. Are you really following me all the way home?”

“Of course. You know, my mother always told me to follow my dreams” You rolled your eyes at his corniness.

There could be seen a few people walking around the town and some others sitting on their balcony talking to one another. They seemed so close with each other, the complete opposite to your life in the city, where they wouldn’t even stop to great you.

When you saw the house a few meters away from where you were you couldn’t help but to feel a bit sad that this was all over so quickly. You stopped in front of the gate and pointed at the house.

“This is it.” You said.

Even though the town is small you couldn’t help but to be afraid that you may never see him again. You didn’t quite knew why you felt that why, you just did.

Wow.

How did you get so attached to him in just a few minutes?

“I know your grandma!” He suddenly realised “She is a really cool lady. I remember she gave me some of her cookies. Wait… That was for what the chocolate bit were needed?” He asked, his eyes glinting. You nodded in response, laughing.

He sure has heck seemed to really enjoy those cookies.

There was a bit of a silence for a while, while you two standed in front of the gate. He kept fiddling his fingers, like a nervous habit it seemed, while you played with the package that was in between your hands.

“Well, looks like I have to go. It was nice seeing you, Jimin” You said goodbye to him, walking up the little garden that your grandmother had in front of her house.

“Hey” He shouted, like he had just remembered something “Tonight I’m doing something and I really wanted you to come and see. And maybe… you could bring some of those cookies with you?”

“So, basically you just want me to take you the cookies?” You laughed.

“How did you know? I’m I that obvious?” He joked. “But no, I really want you to go. Do you know where the bridge is?” You nodded. “Well, meet me there around ten thirty. You will have a lot of fun, I promise.”

“Okay, I will see if I can go.” You waved at him from the front porch as he walked way, backwards while smiling at you.

“Ten thirty, don’t forget!” He yelled. You stayed there, still, watching him walking away.

You cleaned your feet on the red carpet and open the door, only to find your grandma sitting on the couch watching “The Price Is Right” and swearing at the people on the television.

“How can they not know that it costs 9.75? Are you dumb? Boy, when I go to church I will pray for you” She mumbled to herself.

The moment she noticed you standing behind her, holding the package in between your hands, she turned the television off and run to you, hugging and pacing you back and forth.

“God, you are finally here. I was so worried, what took you so long?” She questioned you, worried.

“Nothing I just found someone on the way and lost track of time. Now that I’m here, how about we do those cookies you were talking about? I’m so hungry” You said, and your stomach growled.

“Someone, huh?” She winked, picking up the package of the chocolate bits that I had brought from the kitchen counter. “Who is the lucky man?”

“Grandma… It’s nothing like that. We are just friends, if you could even call it that. I just met him today.” You picked up the tray and greased it with butter so that the cookies wouldn’t stick.

“If you say so… But who is he?” She asked, excitement evident in her voice.

“Park Jimin.”

“Oh, Jimin!” She said. Her reaction was the same of when someone mentioned Elvis Presley or Bob Dylan, he must be very important to her. “He is a very unique guy, isn’t he?”

“Indeed. He was very surprised that I didn’t have a favourite colour. He said he it was his mission to make me have one or something.” You laughed. He sure as heck was different “How do you know him?”

“Hum… Your grandfather and him where very close. When he… passed away…” She stopped and you continued to knead the dough. Talking about your grandfather was a very touchy subject for her, and if Jimin was as close to him as she said he was, he definatly was someone special. “He visited me every two days to check on how I was doing and of course, to ask me if whenever I would bake again I could give him some of my pastries. But, why did you ask me about him?”

“He… he invited me to meet him by the bridge tonight, he said he wanted to show me something. And I wanted to know if he was trustworthy or not. And since you said you knew him…” You rambled. You opened the first cabined and took out the stars shaped object to cut the dough.

You felt a bit uneasy when talking about this to her, since you came here to spend some time with her and not other people. And much less to have a romantic interest.

If Taehyung was here right now, he would make fun of you. Who would say that the same girl that refused to accept to have a friend was now thinking about romantic interests with someone?

“You have a date?” She asked, happily.

“It’s not a date.”

“Yes, yes it is. My granddaughter has a date! You are growing up so fast” She sobbed into your shoulder.

“Grandma, I’m in college already. I’m not a kid anymore.” You laughed.

“I know, I know. There is no need in reminding me of that. Now go take a shower! By the time you are done the dinner must be ready. Now, go! Don’t you have somewhere to be?” She shushed you out of the kitchen with her oven glove.

“Alright, alright.” You responded. You climbed up the stairs and went to the bathroom to turn the hot water on. Getting rid of your clothes you hop in and close the curtain.

You take your time washing your hair and body, thinking about if you should actually go and meet Jimin by the bridge. You wanted to, that was true, but you still had your doubts. However, those had nothing to do with him, you were just afraid of getting too attached, since the last time you did so your mother had left.

Your grandma was right, you though while you took the shampoo out of your hair,  he sure was unique. You mean, who the heck would make a mission to make someone choose a favourite colour? But you liked that about him, it made him stand out, it made him different from the others.

You turned the water shower off and wrapped one towel around your body and another one around your hair. You stepped carefully out of the shower, to the carpet and took out one comb from one of the low cabins and brushed your hair, wrapping the towel more closely to your body in fear of it falling off while you stretched your arms.

Getting to your bedroom, you change your clothes and blow dry your hair. You see you phone standing on your bed and click on it, seeing that you have three missed calls from your dad. Not a good sign.

“Dad? Is everything alright?” You say into the phone’s speaker. “Dad?”

“Y/N, sweetheart how are you?”

“Fine, how about you? Did you have dinner already? Do I need to call Taehyung to bring you some food?” You said, concerned.

“Jesus, I’m fine. I had some leftovers that were laying around in the fridge, don’t worry. Is everything okay with you? I called you three times and you didn’t pick up any of them.” You could hear some papers falling on the ground on the other side of the line, indicating that he was in his office, working. Gosh, did that man ever stopped working?

“I was showering.” You take your phone away from your ear and notice that there is already nine thirty p.m.. Your grandma must have the dinner ready by now. “Hey, I got to go now, I’m going to eat now. Take care of yourself, okay? If anything call Taehyung, you have his number and he lives nearby.”

“Okay, okay. Don’t worry about me, go and have your dinner. I will call you tomorrow, bye” He ended the call and you left the bedroom, closing the door behind you.

You stepped down the stairs, with the dirty clothes from before on your hands, to find a delicious smell on the air: you had almost forgotten of how good your grandmother’s cooking was.

“There you are!” She said, picking the clothes off your hands and throwing them at the laundry basket that was laying around on her kitchen “Come and sit, you have somewhere to be in an hour, don’t you?” You were already feeling sorry about telling her about it.

She mentions for you to seat in front of her, as she bring the mashed potatoes to the table. She tries to ask you more questions about Jimin when you start eating, and make some suggestions about him and you, which you try to dodge every time. You tell her that you father called and she could feel the worry in your voice, about him being so far away all by himself.

“Don’t worry, he is going to be alright. It may not seem like it but he had become stronger since… you know.” She said.

“Yeah, I’m just scared for him, that he might do something crazy and I’m not there to take care of him.”

“You are a good person Y/N, your father is really proud of you. And so am I.” She smiled. You continued to eat in silence after that touchy subject. You hated to talk about your mother or even think about her.

She had run away with some painter when you were twelve and your father had never fully recovered from that. The worst part wasn’t that he had left without a warning, it was the fact that she didn’t even bother to call you, to check up on you. You were her daughter after all.

As you took one last glass of water the clock strikes ten p.m. and you grow more anxious. Your palms start to get a bit sweaty and you pinkie finger starts to move nervously.

You help your grandmother with the dishes, a job that she was very much unhappy for you to be doing, especially at a time like this, but you needed to stop thinking about it and doing other things was what helped you more. She put some music from her old radio on the background and the two of you danced while cleaning up the table.

This was one of the things that you liked the most about her, the fact that she could transform one of the most simple tasks in the funniest thing ever. You sang and moved all around while putting the glasses back on the cabinet.

“Crap.” You whispered. It was already ten twenty five and there was no way that you were going to be there in time. You had been so distracted by all the dancing and singing, that you forgot to check the clock.

You ran up and down the stairs, putting your shoes on and adjusting the clothes that you were wearing in hopes of trying to look a bit more decent.

“Take some cookies to give to Jimin” Your grandmother said, calmly, while you walked frantically from one side to the other. She opened the door for you and extended you her hand that had a little blue box filled in them filled with the chocolate chips cookies.

“Don’t worry I could never forget the cookies.” You screamed as you run down the road.

You moved your feet as fast as you could, and secured the blue box on your hand, with the fear of letting it fall. The wind was blowing the air out of your face and you could feel your legs starting to become sore. Your brain was screaming for you to stop but your legs just kept going and going and going.

It took you some time to see the bridge since it was being blinded by the huge amount of lights that were around it. It wasn’t normal for that to happen, or at least that was not how you remembered it.

You walked to the parking lot that was by the bridge and you came across tons of people around multiple cars that were parked in the parking lot. They were talking cheerfully, some with bottles of booze in their hands that they passed among them and some others smoking cigarettes. They were standing all around the cars and by the theme of their conversation that you could grasp they were talking about… races?

You turned your head from side to side, looking for Jimin but you, unluckily, didn’t find him. You even asked some girls that were standing together near the yellow car if they had seen him around here or something but they had said that he hadn’t arrived yet. Some of them acted strangely when you mentioned his name but you brushed it off, maybe they had just reacted that way because you were new here, or even because of the way you were dressed.

Unlike them you weren’t wearing shorts or jean, but a very pretty floral dress. Which wasn’t your best decision, because if it would start to get windy you would have to give a Marilyn Monroe vibe.

You walked away from the crowd of people and standed alone against one of the lamps that illuminated the parking lot where you were, hoping that Jimin would eventually show up.

“Y/N!” You heard a voice saying your name and a pair of arms being wrapped around your waist. You jump slightly and you hear him chuckle in your ear.

“You scared me” You say, stepping away from him and putting a hand on your chest. Your heart was pounding against your ribcage and you didn’t know if it was because he had scared you or because of the way he had wrapped his arms around you.

Behind him were three guys that were laughing at both of your reactions. One of them had green hair, the middle one was blonde and the last one had brown hair. Their features were soft and they seemed to be nice people, or at least that was what you were expecting them to be.

They standed a bit far off from you and Jimin and you could help but to think if he had told them anything about you.

“I was afraid that you had changed you mind and decided not to come.” He said, wrapping one arm around your shoulders. You were walking in the cars direction and you felt a huge will of asking him about why he had brought you here and especially, what was all of this, but you didn’t. You had this feeling that he wasn’t going to tell you anyway, like he would say something along the lines of “just wait, you will see”.

“And you felt sad?” You joked.

“Of course. If you didn’t come that meant that I couldn’t have these amazing cookies that you grandmother baked” He said while taking the little blue box out of your hands.

You suddenly thought about what she had said, that all of this was supposed to be a date. A part of you wanted this to be one but the other one didn’t, it was all a lot of mixed feelings and you were afraid that the part that did, would win. You just weren’t ready to get hurt again.

“Why am I not surprised” You laughed. He pulled you even more closed to him, with one hand still wrapped around your shoulders, while the other took out a pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket and put one of them on his mouth.

“Smoking is bad for you, you know?” You said, looking right into his eyes.

“Yeah, a lot of people have been telling me that.” He said.

“And why do you keep doing it?” You asked.

“Because it’s an addiction. Or maybe because the right person hasn’t asked me yet” You blushed at his words. You couldn’t help but to think if this was about you.

“Could you just not smoke this one?”

“Why not?” He furred his eyebrows.

“Because each cigarette takes away eleven minutes of your life.” You answered . However, the next thing that you said completely surprised you. And him too, by the look on his face. “And that are eleven minutes less that I can spend you”.

He stared at you for a long time, with an unreadable face, when the corners of his mouth started to go up and he was smiling. He smiled a lot when he was around you and you liked that.

He took the cigarette out of his mouth and threw it on the ground, stepping on it.

“If you put that in that way, I guess that it’s better if I get rid of the whole package then”. That made you smile, a really widening smile, that ones that you almost never gave to people. Your grandmother was right, he surely was someone special.

“My grandma said that you were very close with my grandfather” You said after a while.

“Yes I was. Your grandfather was a man that knew a lot of things. In fact, before he… hum… passed away, he taught me some of them” He was talking at the same at that he was observing the people that were chatting to their friends. He was watching them  so closely, that it almost looked like he was studying them. His orange hair was pushed back showing off his forehead and he was wearing sunglasses that were laying around his neck, backwards, even though it was night time and the sun had already gone down. His black leather jacket tighten around his back and arms when he crossed them, making his muscles stand out even more. And now, under the dim light that was upon us he was even more exquisite.

“What type of things?” You asked, curiosity taking the best of you.

“Well, you want to see them?” He said, cocking his head to the side. You nodded in response. and He then started to walk away from you and towards one of those cars, the black one.

“Namjoon!” He screamed, loudly, in the middle of the crowd. “Remember that bet we made? How about we do that now?” The people that were scattered around the parking lot started to gather around Jimin, and a tall guy with brown hair appeared in the middle of it, stepping in front of him.

You standed back, watching the whole scene, not knowing what was going to happen next. However your feet started to move involuntary into the middle of the crowd as well, where one of his friends, the green haired one, joined you by your side.

Namjoon and Jimin both got inside their cars and positioned then at the same level and distance to make sure none of them had an advantage on the other. A girl walked into the middle of the road, and then stopped in between the two cars, with a white flag between her hands that were stretched above her head. Jimin and Namjoon adjusted the mirrors and turned on the engines whose sounds were started to grow louder and louder.

Inside the car Jimin relaxed himself into the seat and his eyes started to search for you in the crowd. When they met yours he winked at you and then focused back on the road, making your heart skip a beat.

“Be careful” You whispered, even though you knew that he couldn’t hear you. You didn’t even know who you were saying that to, him or youself.

“I don’t know what is so different about you” The green haired guy said over the loud cheers that the crowd was giving and the tickling of the bottles against each other’s. “He talks about you a lot, which isn’t normal for him. He normally doesn’t care about girls. At least not anymore. But you… I can’t quite put a finger on it”

“What? How do you mean that I’m different?” You asked.

“You made him throw away a package of cigarettes. We, who have been friends with him for years now, have tried to make him throw away one cigarette. One. And we never got to do that. In twelve fucking years.” He said. He had a cold expression, and his tone was a bit harsh, but you could tell that it was only because he seemed to care a lot for him.

As you were about to respond the girl threw the white flag down to the ground and they started to drive off as fast as they could. The crowd screamed louder and louder as they distance themselves even more far away from you.

It was calm for a few minutes, with none of the cars in sight, nor the lights. But it didn’t took long as they both appeared riding the cars into your direction, or even better, the headlights did.

They kept driving faster and faster towards the winning post, side to side, making it impossible of knowing who was going to win. However, on the last second Jimin was able to speed up even more and passed Namjoon’s car, getting to the goal first.

Jimin’s friends went crazy, shouting and dancing everywhere, while Namjoon’s backed away, ashamed of losing the bet.

You found yourself clapping, happily too, and cheering him on.

“I swear that there was something wrong with the engine” You heard Namjoon saying as he got out of the car.

“Don’t lie, man. We both know that it was completely fine. Just accept that I won.” Jimin said, rolling his eyes and brushing the hair off his forehead. “Oh, and don’t forget, cold water and no soap” He added, grinning, while he threw Namjoon his car keys.

“Y/N!” You heard him shout from the middle of the crowd.

“Here!” You said, swaying your arms around, in hopes for him to see you.

He came running to you, dodging some people that were congratulating him along the way and greeting another ones.

When he finally got next to you, he wrapped you in between his arms and lifted you off the ground as you smiled into the crock of his neck.

“So, what did you thought about it?” He asked, excited. His eyes were glinting and you could hear his heart beating fast from the adrenaline that he had felt.

“You were amazing, I’m -”

“Jimin?” You got interrupted by a soft, a feminine voice that belonged to a blond girl that was wearing a rather tight dark blue dress “You did a very good job in there. Got to say that you have evolved a lot.”

“Thank you, I like to think so too” He responded.

However, what she did next was completely unpredictable. She moved in between you and him and kissed his cheek. And you just stayed there, as you felt a pain in your chest.

What. The. Heck.

I haven’t had the time to do personal works for a few weeks and it’s so exhausting. It totally drains my creativity. So last night I decided to stop for a moment, get back in my comfort zone and just draw whatever I feel like drawing.

Take this as a friendly reminder - every now and then, no matter how much work and how little time you have, step back for a moment. Take even 15 minutes to just draw whatever you want. These 15 minutes won’t make you miss your deadlines for the week, but will certainly help you recharge and get creative and motivated again. <3 

MONSTA X REACTION : Turning them on

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Turning you on (here)

Warning: Smut - I originally wanted to make it soft smut-ish but I got carried away after kihyun so uhm yeah lol sorry not sorry. I also decided to go with a small scenario rather than being like only their reactions, hope you like it! 


Shownu would totally hide the fact he’s loving it, just to make you get even naughtier. Shownu would be doing something in the kitchen when you’d hug him from behind and start to run your hands under his shirt to feel his toned chest. He would turn around, trying to hide his smile and the make out session would start. While kissing you, he’d run his hands along your back, touch every inch of your body. After the both of you broke the kiss to get some air, you’d whisper in his ear “Should we move to the bedroom?” and you would lead him to the room before he’d even answer. You would then push him down on the bed and get on top of him, starting to undress and only keeping your lingerie on, and that’s at that moment he’d crack his signature smile. You would remove his shirt and kiss and suck on his collarbones, kissing your way down. He would then unclasp your bra and turn you around, being the one on top of you, “I can’t hold it anymore, I want you, y/n”. 

Wonho would be the one to want to touch you all over. It had been awhile since you saw Wonho because of his busy schedule, he was coming over to your house tonight so you wanted to make it a bit special. A couple minutes before his arrival, you had sent him a text saying “Go straight to the bedroom” to start to tease him. A few minutes later, he entered the house, left his bag near the door, removed his jacket and shoes and hastily walked towards the room. You were laying on the bed with your brand-new lingerie and a smirk appeared on Wonho’s face. He walked towards you, got on top of you, as he was about to start to touch and kiss you, you grabbed his hands and shook your hands “No hands until I allow you.” He smiled, he liked it when you were being a tease. You would then make him sit on the bed, remove his shirt, sit on his laps and kiss his neck and collarbone, he would pull you closer and he’d try to take off your bra but you would stop him right away, “I didn’t give you the permission yet” you’d wink at him and he’d tilt his head back and laugh in frustration. You would lay him down and take off his bottoms, to then start playing with his member. Knowing he couldn’t take it anymore you’d then take off your bra, take his hand and place it on your boob. He’d would right away sit up, pull you closer and suck on it. “I have been craving you so bad these past weeks, babe.” 

Kihyun would just sit back and enjoy you teasing him. You’d let him know that you were horny and he’d whisper “Make me crave you.” You’d start by sitting him down on the couch and get on top of him to take off his shirt. You would kiss his lips, his jawline, his neck, his collarbone and suck on his sweet spot on the crook of his neck, making him moan a little. You perfectly knew how to turn him on. It was now your turn to take off your shirt and by his surprise, you weren’t wearing anything under it, his eyes were looking at every inch of your chest. You’d lift his chin up to look at him straight in the eyes and kiss him passionately. He’d pull you closer to feel your skin against his. He’d start kissing your neck, your cleavage, licking and softly biting your nipple while playing with your other boob. You’d push him down, take off your pants and panty, take of his sit on him, making the both of you moan in pleasure.

Minhyuk would love it to bits. He would be the kind of person to usually wake up before you, so he would get in the shower to then come back to do a morning cuddle. But you had decided that this morning’s cuddle would be.. different. You opened your eyes as you saw Minhyuk getting out of bed and heading to the shower, and you waited a few minutes until you heard the water running. You also got out of bed and quietly opened the door, undress from your sleeping clothes and got in the shower with him. He would turn around right away once he felt your touch on his bare skin, looking at you from head to toes, smiling like a fool. You would get closer to him, and start making out under the warm water. Minhyuk would be the kind of person to easily get turned on by your scent, the touch of your bare skin, or just the feeling of your mouths and tongues dancing together. Breaking from the kiss, you would push him against the shower wall and start kissing his neck and collarbones while one of your hand made its way down there and started touching his hardening member, which made him tilt his head backwards, giving you more space to kiss him on his neck and giving him hickeys. He would then look at you, “Let’s finish this shower fast and have more fun, babe” while having the biggest smirk ever.

Hyungwon would also get easily turned on, just like during your makeout sessions. You had decided to tease him a little by giving small pecks, which would frustrate him because he wanted all of you and you’d find his pouts so adorable. The both of you sitting next to each other on the couch, you’d sit on his laps, grab his face and start the real make out, the heated one. You would tilt your head, licking his lower lip and let the both of your tongues dance together. His hand would be all over you ; he’d caress the back of your neck, then grab your butt and then run his hands on your bare skin under your shirt. You loved how he touched you. His sweet spot his his ear lobe, you would break from the kiss and softly bite his ear lobe, making him whine and push you down the couch, taking the lead because he couldn’t take it anymore and undress you after undressing from his clothes as well. Pulling your body closer to his, he’d leave trays of kisses all over your body, craving you even more. 

When it came to having sex, Jooheon would prefer to keep it as gentle as he is since he adored you so much, and so did you. And you would turn him on by being very touchy, turning small pecks into passionate kisses. You would then take him to the bedroom, undress him while still having your mouth on his and push him on the bed, climbing on top of him. You would get down on him, kissing his collarbones, his chest, stomach and then get to his member. You would look up to see if he was okay with continuing, and seeing the craving look in his eyes you’d kiss the tip of it and start sucking on it. His moans would get louder and louder, panting even more and he’d grab your hair. Assuming you did enough down there, you would climb on top of him and slide his hardened cock inside of you, making the both of you moan in pleasure. He would lift himself up, to pull your naked body onto his, and start thrusting in you, saying ‘I love you’ between moans. 

I.M would understand you’re horny right away with the way your kisses differ. You wouldn’t start of with small kisses, you’d attack his mouth right away which put him in the mood and he’d grab the back of your neck to deepened the kiss even more. You would feel his member hardening on your leg, which would make you smile during the kiss. His turn on spot would be his lips, when you’d softly bite on him he’d let out a small moan, giving you the go to continue. You loved to make him feel good, his moans were music to your ears. You would unbuckle his pants, pull them down and start rubbing his throbbing member threw his underwear, making him moan even more. He would suck on your skin, leaving hickeys as a signature and play with your boobs after undressing you. You would then undress him fully, push him to the bed and insert his member inside of you, his moans were getting louder and louder as you thrusted on him. His hands would curl into the bed sheets from the pleasure, and he would, from times to times, grab your butt, making you thrust even deeper. 

Make me stay at work late, have fun spending your new years covered in syrup

A few years ago when I was in my second year of college I worked at a Five Guys and was scheduled to work on New Year’s Eve. Normally the store would close at 10 but because it was a holiday, we were closing at 8 that night and I had a party to get to after work. Like a plague, a huge line of customers forms around 7:50. We were still open for another 10 minutes so we had to take their orders but we kindly let each group know that we were closing at 8 that night. Most people were very understanding and some even ate and left really fast but two groups of people (one wearing obnoxious blinking party hats) seemed to take personal offense to us telling them we were closing at 8 and stayed as long as possible seemingly just to spite us. We kept the doors unlocked so every time new customers came in thinking we were still open we would say we were closed hoping the people still sitting there would get the idea and pack up and head out. Didn’t work.

It’s now approaching 8:45 and I’m gonna be late to this party regardless so now my mindset shifts from getting people to leave to getting revenge. Five Guys has those fancy, touch screen, coke machines. The nozzles need to be taken out and cleaned and without the nozzle, the water and syrup don’t mix well and spray out like a diarrhea storm in every direction and the syrup just globs onto everything. One of the tables had finished their food a while ago and, possibly in an attempt to prolong their stay, kept refilling their drinks every few minutes. I decide it’s time to get more of a jump on cleaning so I take the nozzles out of both coke machines knowing what would happen, stand at the counter and wait.

It took all of 2 minutes for some girl to get up and head to one of the machines. When she hit the button the machine just fucking assaulted her with coke syrup while making this loud ass hissing noise that clearly scared the shit out of her. I look over at her and her white shirt is soaked and covered in dark spots. I was just about to walk over to her and explain what had happened and passive aggressively apologize for the “accident” so she wouldn’t cause a fuss with my boss when I noticed she was walking to the other machine. I stood back and watched as the same fucking thing happened again. At this point, I just walked over and said something along the lines of “Oh, sorry. These machines do that without the nozzles and we’re closed so we’re cleaning them now.” I think I handed her like two napkins as if they would help. She and her friends left without an issue a few minutes later which signaled to the other group that it was finally time to leave.

tl;dr Five Guys I worked at closed two hours early on New Years Eve, some guests stayed almost an hour after closing. I took nozzles out of coke machines to “clean them”, some girl tries refilling her cup at one and then the other and gets coke syrup sprayed on her by both

anonymous asked:

I NEED YOUR HELP PLSSSS. IM DYING FOR SOME FLUFF AND CAN I PLEASE HAVE RFA AND SAERAN WITH BEING LOCKED IN A CLOSE QUARTERS WITH MC? It can be like seven minutes in heaven or just locked in a closet or small room and there's so much tension;) and things happen oleaseeeeeeeeee you're amazinggggg thankssss

YES HERE HAVE ALL THE FLUFF LOL

also im sorry if this sucks because my laptop deleted this and i had to rush a little bit to finish it before work

RFA+Saeran and MC Get Locked in

Yoosung:

  • You two were just chillin in his dorm room for a few hours before deciding it was time to go home
  • When you make your way to the door and try to open it, it wouldn’t budge
  • So he tries to open it before realizing that you’re both locked in
  • The poor lil bean immediately starts to freak out
  • How did this happen? Is this a prank? Who did this? How long are we gonna be locked in here?
  • DO WE HAVE ENOUGH FOOD AND WATER TO SURVIVE?!?!?11./1/
  • bby calm down pls shhh its ok
  • While he’s having a mental breakdown, you kinda just plop down on his bed and start watching a movie
  • It takes like a solid ten minutes to calm him down and convince him to join you
  • He makes his way over to you and you immediately curl up next to him
  • !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • You’re cuddling up next to him and he can’t take it
  • He’s about to go into cardiac arrest
  • Secretly thanks the universe for doing this lol

Zen:

  • You stayed late with him during one of his rehearsals
  • As he finished, he met you in his dressing room and was gushing about how well the rehearsal went
  • You smile as you hand him a water bottle and towel before getting ready to leave until you hear a *click*
  • Zen heads to the door to try and open it but it was locked
  • “Uh… I guess they didn’t know we were here…” He says as he laughs awkwardly
  • You’re really tired and hungry and your phones are dead so you just sit on the floor and sigh in defeat
  • He feels really bad about the whole situation but he manages to find some chocolates that his fans gave him
  • As you’re eating them, he sits down next to you and you both just start talking about whatever comes to mind while cuddling
  • It’s actually really nice and peaceful
  • The crew finds you two sleeping on the floor next to each other the next morning lol

Jaehee:

  • You were helping Jaehee clean up the cafe after closing time
  • It was really late and you were both exhausted from the busy day
  • As you’re cleaning the storage room with Jaehee, the door closes
  • She kinda just yawns and tries to open the door before realizing it was locked
  • When she reaches for the keys in her pocket, she starts freaking out because she left the keys outside
  • So now you’re both locked in for who knows how long
  • She starts apologizing like crazy but you tell her that everything’s fine and you don’t mind at all
  • I mean it’s baehee after all this is heaven to you lol
  • You both sit on the ground and wait and see if someone at work will notice
  • In the meantime, you both just start talking and giggling about the situation
  • It’s about an hour later when a coworker, finds you two holding hands and being all cute and smiley and awwwwwww

Jumin:

  • The RFA was having an after party to celebrate
  • Tbh some of them had a little too much to drink so obviously Seven needed to take advantage of this and have fun
  • He suggests playing 7 minutes in heaven
  • is that a pun lol
  • Of course this is Seven he’s got tricks up his sleeves and has rigged the game
  • When the bottle lands on you, you get nervous
  • You swear you see Seven’s glasses glint
  • The bottle lands on Jumin
  • You two are immediately shoved into a nearby closet and you’re ready to pass out bc omg Jumin
  • “YOU BETTER THANK ME WHEN THIS IS OVER MC!”- 707 the wingman, everybody
  • Jumin is confused for a second
  • “Why would you need to thank him?”
  • You start blushing and stuttering and
  • The man fucking smirks
  • Before you say anything, you takes your face in his hands and crashes his lips to yours

Seven:

  • You went over to his house to hang and watch movies and look at memes
  • It was really fun for a while but you decided to leave since it was getting late and you had work the next morning
  • Seven was not having it
  • He wanted you to stay longer and give him more cuddles
  • All. The. Cuddles.
  • He’s literally clinging to your leg like a koala as you try to walk out
  • As cute and endearing as it is, you really need to go home
  • When he realizes that not even his cuteness was working on you, he kinda just
  • Locks you in his bedroom
  • And this boi has got state-of-the-art security systems so there’s literally no escape whatsoever
  • You’re about to yell but he’s giving you these puppy dog eyes and gahhhhh you are forced decide to stay with him
  • You end up staying there for the night and he’s super happy about that

Saeran:

  • Everyone was just hanging out and having a good time when someone mentions the game
  • You don’t know whose idea it was but you found yourself sitting at a table with everyone else
  • Unfortunately, you had to spin the bottle first
  • As you’re watching it spin, you start freaking out bc omg if it lands on Saeran you’re gonna-
  • It lands on Saeran
  • You’re shoved into a closet with him and you’re pretty much trying to put as much space between you two as possible
  • But oh man Saeran is enjoying this
  • He slowly makes his way over to you and you can feel his warm breath on your face
  • “Something tells me that seven minutes isn’t going to be enough”
  • He pushes you against the wall and starts making out with you
  • rip me oh my life what i wouldn’t give for this

sadoerochelle13  asked:

Can you do 23 and 53 for Harry please❤

i decided to combine these, though i’m sure that’s what you meant for me to do anyways lol
thanks for requesting, and sorry it took so long, i hope you like it 💕

Originally posted by ohstylesno

I was sat in a booth at a restaurant my best friend and I often went to, waiting on her to show up. I’d been here for fifteen minutes and she hadn’t shown up yet. She was never late to anything, so I assumed she had something more important to do that she forgot about when making plans with me. A few seconds later, I got text from her, proving that my assumptions were correct. Sighing, I put my purse onto the table.

“Is she not coming?” My bodyguard, Ryan, asked me from the booth behind me.

“Nope,” I answered.

Before I could get up, someone sat in front of me. I looked up from my purse at them with wide eyes, but only saw the back of their head, which looked very familiar. When I saw their attire and tattoos, I knew exactly who it was. Why was Harry Styles sitting in front of me? And why did he continue to look behind him as if he was scared of someone?

“Um, excuse me, what’s going on?” I questioned, not exactly trying to sound mean but it sort of came out that way.

“Can you… C-can,” He stumbled on his words as some girl walked into the restaurant and looked around. “Just pretend to be my date.”

“I’ll think about it if you explain yourself,” I laughed slightly.

He looked anywhere but at me or her, it was obvious how nervous he was. “Well, that girl that just came in always follows me around, taking every opportunity she can to make it seem like she’s with me when she’s not. I only know her name because of the media, because they seem to think we’re secretly together so they found out who she was. I’m actually in the process of getting a restraining order against her but I don’t have it yet, so I’m avoiding her as much as I can.”

I’d heard about him and the girl, everyone did assume they were together, I even had a small suspicion that they were. Guess you never really know the whole story.

“Wait, so you’re not actually dating her? It really seemed like you were,” I said teasingly, causing him to look at me for the first time since he sat down.

“Shut up,” He said bashfully, yet jokingly glaring at me.

I watched as the girl got a table that was sort of far away, yet had a perfect view of us.

“So uh, you’re (y/n), right?” He asked.

I nodded. “Yes I am,”

“I’m actually a fan of yours, in a totally not weird way,” He chuckled. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” I shook his hand, then realized what he said. “Wait, did you just ask me to confirm who I was, then say you’re a fan of mine?”

His eyes got wide, a blush appearing on his cheeks. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make things weird, I just–”

“It’s fine,” I assured him. “I happen to be a fan of yours too.”

His eyes lit up. “Really? That means more to me than you’ll ever know. You’re such a talented actress, and you’re so smart. You’re also very gorgeous, might I add.”


“What are you doing?” I questioned him jokingly.

“Isn’t it obvious?” He said, clearly continuing my joke. “I’m flirting with you.”

“Ah,” I nodded. “Right, because we’re on a date. I almost forgot.”

I looked over at the girl and she was staring at me angrily, getting her stuff and leaving. Harry sighed in relief, causing us both to laugh.

“Well, looks like my job here is done.” I said after a while.

“Yeah, I guess so,” He said, almost disappointedly. “But, if you don’t mind, I’d like to do this again sometime. You know, without it being forced and awkward at the start.”

I smiled at him. “Yeah, I’d like that too.”


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Got7 Reaction: You Sleeping W/O A Bra

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“ Hello! Since you guys said you would be taking reactions. coudl I request got7 and bts or which ever one your more comfortable doing, reaction to finding out tehre girlfriend doesn’t sleep with a bra on? Thank you!💜 “

- Anon.  

Jackson

Jackson walks into your bedroom, looking to surprise you while you’re playing on your phone, but he finds you fast asleep, one of your bras sitting on top of your hamper in the corner. He’d raise his eyebrow and smirk, being the cocky dork he is, and sneak up next to you, gently pulling down your covers so that he doesn’t wake you. He strips down into his usual sleeping attire and crawls in next to you, holding you close and chuckling, not thinking much more of it and just glad to have you back in his arms, and drifts off to sleep.

Originally posted by kookihyunnie

Yugyeom

Yugyeom would be in the kitchen at the early morning attempting to cook breakfast for you both as a way to show you he loves you. Not to long after the food starts cooking you would wake up confused, thinking maybe your mother had come to visit, but then remembered that your boyfriend Yugyeom had spent the night, but had insisted he sleep on the couch to give you your privacy since you haven’t been together very long. You, without thinking, walk out into the kitchen in nothing but your tee shirt and shorts, obviously not wearing your bra, and hug Yugyeom from behind. Being the innocent maknae he is, he probably wouldn’t even realize at first that you weren’t wearing one. He’d turn around and kiss your forehead and look down at you, and that’s when realization would hit him and he’d tilt his head and knit his eyebrows in confusion but also starting to blush a bit. That small movement would then cause you to realize and pull away and cross your arms flustered and explain that you had forgotten to put on your bra due to you being tired. He’d just shrug and laugh, calling you cute and return to cooking while you ran back to your room to get properly dressed.

Originally posted by chichangyu

Jaebum

Jaebum would be attempting to make you breakfast in bed for your anniversary. He snuck around your kitchen trying to be as quiet as possible as he attempted to make you pancakes and eggs. After a few minutes he had finally succeeded and decided to look around your kitchen in order to find a few things to better present the dish before pouring you a glass of orange juice and carefully carrying it into your room. Once he got there, he had placed the dish and glass onto your nightstand and decided to wake you up by peppering your face in kisses and humming to you. Once you had finally woke up, giggling at how sweet and cute your boyfriend is, you sat up and pulled the plate onto your lap starting to eat. It’d take a few minutes for Jaebum to actually realize you weren’t wearing a bra due to him being so absorbed in making sure you enjoyed the food. Once he had finally realized though, he’d start turning a soft shade of pink and awkwardly scratch the back of his head and looking around the room now instead of at you. He’d awkwardly sit there in that position, starting to crack bad jokes in order to try and calm himself down and wait for you to finish, and once you had he had said that he would meet you out in the living room once you were ready for your anniversary date while carrying the dishes out into the kitchen so that he could wash them.  

Originally posted by j-miki

Jinyoung

Jinyoung would just be walking into your new shared apartment exhausted from rehearsal. He’d walk into the bedroom and place his bag in the closet, and attempted to quietly look through his dresser for his pajamas so he could go take a shower and change. Once he had found them, he glanced at your sleeping form, not yet noticing due to the way you were positioned and due to the blanket. Roughly 10 minutes later, Jinyoung had snuck back into your room and was getting into bed, careful not to wake you. He had just wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him which caused you to sleepily snuggle into him, and that’s when he realized you weren’t wearing a bra. Now, at that moment, he would just freeze in place and probably forget to breath for a few seconds, looking at you completely shook. After a few minutes though, he tried to relax himself and forget about it, hoping to just completely forget and avoid the possible upcoming situation in the morning.

Originally posted by bangedhim

Youngjae

Youngjae would innocently be playing on his computer while sitting on the couch, waiting for you to wake up. He’d be humming to himself absent mindedly when you would walk in and past him, half asleep. He’d finally look up at you once you started making noise in the half kitchen that was situated next to the living room. Being one of the “innocent” ones in the group, like Yugyeom, he wouldn’t notice until to reached up to grab something from a shelf that was barely out of your reach. Youngjae would walk up behind you, blushing like crazy now realizing that you weren’t wearing a bra and grab the item you were reaching for so you could make yourself something to eat. You’d sleepily thank him, not realizing yet yourself, until you notice that your boyfriend keeps glancing at you while giggling and sporting a bright pink face. You chuckled at how cute and innocent he was being and why he was acting like that, but decided to torture him just a little bit longer. as you make your snack, you reach up again for something else on the same shelf, this time going on your toes to reach it, trying not to chuckle since you knew he was shyly watching. You then innocently looked back at him and asked him to get the item for you, which he shyly nodded and got, still trying not to giggle. You watched him grab the object and that’s when you broke into a fit of giggles and laughter which caused him to look at you confused but bursting out into giggles and laughter as well. You then ask him to finish cooking so you can go quickly change.

Originally posted by mjbm

Mark

You’d be napping in your room while Mark comes over to surprise you. You’re mom would answer the door and instantly pull him in for a hug, having missed his presence as well and knowing you’ll feel a lot better now that He’s back. She’d take him into the living room telling him that you should be up in a bit and begins cooking while talking to him. You’d wake up confused as to why there was such a ruckus in the living area and walk in wearing a tee-shirt at boyshort underwear scratching your head confused. You’d look instantly at your mom and ask what was going on not noticing him falling silent once you entered the room. Your mom would just shrug and laugh nodding over towards your boyfriend whos sitting on the couch trying not to laugh at how cute you are. You’d look at him after yawning and stretching, accidentally making it even more obvious you weren’t wearing a bra and make a very oblivious and awkward ‘oh’ sound once you made eye contact. That’s when Mark lost it and bursts into a fit of giggles and got up, hugging you tightly not even caring you weren’t wearing a bra and shuffle backwards, sitting down on the couch and pulling you onto his lap and returning to his conversation with your mom while you snuggled into him and fell back asleep, more comfortable.

Originally posted by kei--imnida

Bambam

You’d be lounging on your bed, watching youtube videos and having a lazy day when all of a sudden your boyfriend, Bambam, called. You groggily answered the phone, laziness and boredom laced in your voice. Upon hearing your tone he’d laugh and tell you he’s on his way with food and then hang up after saying he loves you. You’d roll over on your bed and glance at your dresser debating whether or not to get up and put on a bra before deciding it wasn’t worth it, it wouldn’t be the first time he saw you without a bra and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, so you go back to watching youtube videos and impatiently waiting for your boyfriend to arrive. Minutes later, your boyfriend walks in, announcing his arrival as well as the arrival of take out chinese. You instantly hop up and run to the kitchen holding on to your boobs so that they wouldn’t bounce and cause pain. Bambam would open his arms expecting you to hug him, but instead you go over to the cabinets and pull out a plate and chopsticks, serving yourself. Bambam just laughs and pulls out a plate doing the same before playfully teasing you, saying things like 'Sometimes I swear you only love me for the free food’. You’d giggle and peck him on the lips and wink before going back to your room. He’d just chuckle and follow behind, slapping your ass as he passes you and says something like 'you know, if you wanted me you’d just have to say so instead of parading around in nothing but your t shirt’ and wink.

Originally posted by strxctlygotseven


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La brume dans mes Lunettes

Location:  378 Rue Saint-Zotique E

Metro station: Beaubien

Hello friends ♡ It’s certainly been a while since I’ve written on this blog… I apologize for that - I’ve been caught up with school and midterms, but I tried my best to update my Instagram at least (IG: legendoftamar). 

I come back to talk about one of my all time favorite coffee shops in Montreal. I’ve been saving this one because it’s not only one of the best I’ve gone to, but it also holds a special place in my heart. 

Let’s take ourselves back about a few months ago. On a cold November morning. Fall had just given in to an overwhelming snow storm, introducing winter to Montreal. When the first snowfall hits Montreal, a lot changes in the city. People get angrier, drivers forget how to drive, students arrive to school an hour into their lecture, the bus system gets suspended; basically, everyone loses their mind. Including me. 

I woke up that morning in a bad mood. I was in a bad mood not because of the snow. I was in a bad mood every morning. To understand why, we have to take ourselves back to many other moments of my life and frankly we don’t have time to relive so much of the past. Long story short, I have anxiety. And at that point of my life, it was taking over. I couldn’t deal with it and I didn’t want to deal with it and instead I woke up every morning in a miserable mood. I put on my makeup and put on my smile and went on with my day. But this morning, something in me changed. Maybe it was the snow that made me go insane. 

I was determined to go to a cafe before school. To leave the stress behind for a few hours. To runaway to a place I felt comfortable and at ease. I decided to take an earlier bus to the metro and make it to a cafe I had been wanting to go for so long. And where does the insanity come into play? The coffee shop was a good 10 minute walk away from the metro station. A 10 minute walk in a snow storm. In Montreal. Not Vancouver - where their snowstorm is basically 3 snowflakes per hour. It was pouring and the wind was insane but I still did it. The snow made me lose my rational thinking, but sometimes it’s good to be illogical and just go for it. I was the only one walking on the streets. My motivation impressed me. However, I should mention that I also forgot to save the route to the shop since I didn’t have cellphone data. I walked up and down streets like a lost little pigeon.. in a  middle of a snowstorm… but I found the place eventually. You couldn’t imagine my happiness when I saw “La Brume” through my snow-covered glasses.

As I was going in, I thought how lucky I was going to be to have the whole place to myself since no one else is as crazy as me to go out on a day like this. But when I opened the door, I realized the cafe was packed. To almost its limit. I could hear laughter, coffee brewing, milk being steamed, keyboard typing. I could smell freshly made pastries and fresh coffee. And the coffee shop scene I was witnessing - of baristas running around, students working and friends talking - was beautiful. Coming in from an almost deserted winter storm, where only the snowflakes dared to dance in the wind, I was greeted with warmth and people. The barista spotted me in the crowd of people and said hello from behind his counter. Sitting down in a little corner on the bar by the window, I looked around and all I could feel was happiness. Coffee lovers’ passion for coffee and company is contagious. I caught myself smiling and it wasn’t part of the make up this time. This was better than having the place to myself. 

This shop really does live up to its name. “La Brume dans mes Lunettes” means “fog in my glasses” in French. All their windows were fogged up, which gave the shop a gorgeous feel and isolated the cafe from the cold scene of the winter storm. My actual glasses did fog up also when I came in, so bonus points for that! I also realized the cafe had a little corner for an individual seating by two windows which was probably their best seat. Maybe I’ll get it next time. The walls were covered with interest art and decorations. Their main aesthetic was wooden. It was an overall beautiful cafe.

I spent an hour pretending to read my Differential Equations notes, but really all I was doing was taking pictures of my latte. But it made me happy. And sometimes, that’s all that matters. Sometimes you have to treat yourself to a beautiful moment - outside of school, outside of routine, or just outside, in a snowstorm.. It’s important to take some time to regenerate. If you’ve been going through a tough time - may it be for a few years or a few days - and you suddenly get the urge to spoil yourself by running away from reality for a little bit, do it. If you’ve been working hard to try to figure out life and doing your best to be your best, then you deserve having moments that make you happy. Getting out of your usual cycle can make you see life in a different way and put a lot in perspective. In my case, it allowed me to stop. Take a breath. Freeze in the cold. Rethink. Regenerate. And decide. Decide that I wanted to be happy. Decide that I wanted to stop being a slave to my anxiety and start learning to deal with it.

A Wedding Without Bells

Pairing: Prince Sidon x Reader (Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild)

Genre: Angst

Summary:  After the war was over, Princess Zelda decided that you would be married to a foreign ruler despite already being engaged to Prince Sidon of the Zoras. 

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You mouth remained in a hard line as Zelda took another photo of you with her Sheikah Slate. It had been like this for a few minutes, the repetitive flash of the camera and your frown refusing to uplift.

“Listen, if you don’t smile for the pictures then it’s going to take twice as long.” Zelda spoke the words as softly as she could. She knew how you felt about the whole arranged marriage situation. The water flowing through the fountain was the only thing that could be heard until you spoke again.

“I didn’t even want to be here anyway.” You muttered to yourself, staring out at the blue sky towards the Zora lands. That’s where you wanted to be.

“It’s your wedding!” Zelda tried to reason. “Look I know you don’t want to go through with this but you have little choice. Since the war has been won we’ve had to rebuild alliances. As a member of the royal family, we have to comply with some choices that are made for us. This is one of those choice, unfortunately.”

You glared at your cousin. She wasn’t being forced away fromt the love of her life to marry another. No, she would get to marry Link in the future and there would be no arguments, no arranged marriages for her.

Finally allowing your thoughts to slip away from this moment, you began to wonder where your lover was. Was Sidon looking up at the same sky, wallowing in his sadness? Or was he once again attempting to politely refuse a suitor his father had suggested to him?

That was another thought that made your heart ache. You and Zora Prince had been so close to getting married before your cousin had ruined it all. Sidon’s father had always liked you and thought you a good fit for his son. However when it was decided you were to marry someone else, he would waste no time in getting his other heir married off as well.

The sound of your name and the snapping of fingers pulled you out of your thoughts, causing you to bring your attention back to Zelda. She put her hands on your shoulders as she spoke next.

“I know you don’t want to do this. But please, think about the citizens of Hyrule. This union will be beneficial for them. I would not be asking you to this for any other reason.”

Your teeth clenched and eye began to water at hearing her words.

“You are not asking me. You never asked me Zelda.” You whispered, slowly raising your voice as you spoke. Tears began to spill down your face and over your white dress.

“You’re a selfish princess. You want this union to benefit the people of Hyrule and yet you do not enter it yourself. Instead, you pawn off a cousin whom you’ve only met but a handful of times since the war ended. You have decided my happiness is a sacrifice you’re willing to make so you don’t have to give up your own with him.”

You looked at Link, who had been leaning up against a tree, silently watching from a distance the past few minutes. You had met him months earlier when he freed the Zora from Vah Ruta. You had laughed at the surprise on his face when he walked into the royal chambers and watched the crown prince embrace a Hylian girl.

You and Sidon had always been a strange pair in the eyes of others, so of course it had been a surprise to the Hero of Hyrule as well. The difference of species and the massive height imbalance was enough for others to assume there could be no relationship between a Zora and a Hylian. You and Sidon had proved anyone and everyone wrong on that assumption.

There had been nothing but thankfulness towards Link back then, especially when he ended the war. Now, when you looked at Hyrule’s Savior, you couldn’t feel anything but resentment. If had stayed asleep just a little longer you be in the Zora domain, relishing in your post-marital bliss. Looking back at Zelda, you spoke once again.

“If you make me go through with this I will be gone by morning. You nor the husband you forced on me will be able to find me. I doubt that will look admirable for your alliances.”

Zelda’s eyes looked you up and down. In your distressed state tears had caused the makeup on your face to ruin your dress. You were shaking from anger and frustration. Anybody could tell you were not a bride happy to be wed in a few days time. Your cousin looked back at her lover, getting a somber nod as confirmation. She turned back to you.

“If you really oppose this marriage then it shall be called off. You can pack tonight and leave in the morning for the Zora domain.”

Your eyes welled up again, tears of relief flowing through them. You would get to go back Sidon, back home. Zelda gave you a small smile and gestured for you to make your way to where the three of you had left your horses to graze.

“Come. Let us get you out of that dirty dress and back to the castle.”


Shoud I write a sequel to this? I’m debating. 

Flower Fucking

🌹He knew Dan wanted to take it slow, and he was ok with that, Phil was older by nearly ten years and he didn’t want to push his boyfriend. He loved him a lot, kissing him softly and cuddling him whenever he could.
🌹Dan was sure he was ready, they had been dating for around six months and he loved Phil with all his heart, he was definitely ready. Now he just had to try and find a way to tell Phil he was ready, he wanted to tell Phil at the right moment, but he also wanted to prepare for it, some music or flowers or something.
🌹After a few days of thinking about it, Dan came up with a plan; he would start by kissing Phil, pushing his hands up his shirt before leading him to the bedroom. He planned to have candles and flowers in his room, he didn’t want to use music so he could hear Phil clearly.
🌹Dan had a day at home, alone, to prepare his room for it, putting lube in the draw and candles around the room. Finally, he placed the flowers, before examining his work. He had an extra part now, he decided to make Phil wait for a few minutes whilst he put on lingerie and spread himself out on the bed.
🌹After a tiring day at work, Phil was ready to cuddle with Dan on the couch, to relieve his stress and relax a bit. He was not expecting an eager Dan to be sitting on his lap and making out with him. But he was all for it, his baby was beautiful and Phil knew how much Dan was into this.
🌹They kissed for a while, limbs intertangled, Dan’s hands up Phil’s shirt, exploring the planes of his chest. It was just as Phil got his shirt off, when Dan breathed into his ear ‘Want to take this to the bedroom?’, seductively nibbling on Phil’s ear.
🌹'Mmm, only if you’re ready baby’ Phil whispered, very much hoping Dan was. ‘Come in in about five minutes’ Dan groaned, cock hardening slightly at the thought of what they were going to do. He got up, running to his room to light the candles and get changed.
🌹Phil counted out five minutes on the clock, but he was not prepared for the sight inside. Dan strewn out on the bed, wearing black lace panties and thigh highs, and when he turned Phil could see the panties were backless, exposing Dan’s pale ass to him. ‘Oh fuck baby’ He whimpered, taking in the sight.
🌹He looked around, seeing all the flowers and candles that were strewn around the room, setting the mood. Dan had clearly put a lot of effort into this, Jesus Christ Dan wanted this, wanted him. He could feel his cock swelling in his jeans, there was probably a visible tent but he couldn’t bring himself to care in that moment.
🌹'Come here’ Dan whispered, hand snaking down his body to emphasis the curve of his waist to the elder. Phil complied, walking over to Dan, before stripping down to his boxers. Carefully, he clambered on the bed, facing Dan before leaning in and continuing what they started.
🌹Dan put his arms around Phil, pulling him close and grinding lightly on him, lightly but noticeably. Phil deepened the kiss, hands sliding down the back of Dan’s panties, gripping his arse tightly. ‘Phil- ah-Phiill’ Dan whimpered, overcome by desperation and lust for the man feeling him up.
🌹Phil’s hands played with Dan’s nipples, brushing them lightly at first before pinching them harder. His mouth working on his neck to colour it with reds and pinks. Dan whined against Phil, and bucked up, moaning as he ground down into Phil for some friction.
🌹 Phil reached for the lube in the bedside drawer, he somehow knew it was there and he threw the bottle next to them as his hands slid down to Dan’s panties, eyes full of lust and wanting. Flicking Dan’s panties to one side, his attention came to rest on Dan’s hard, red, leaking cock that wad poking above the waist band.
🌹The audible pop of the lube cracked above Dan’s desperate whimpers, that filled the room with the sound of sex and desperation.Coating his fingers with the slick substance, Phil spread Dan’s ass cheeks and carefully inserted a first finger. His head came lower, until he was looking straight at with the finger pumping in and out of Dan.
🌹He started to suck hickies into Dan’s soft, round ass whilst fingering him open, adding another layer of pleasure to the mix. ‘I love you so much Phil’ Dan breathed out, breath getting short. Phil responded by taking away his fingers and kissing him all along the jaw line, before saying 'I love you too baby’
🌹He grabbed a condom from the drawer, hand blindly feeling for the foil, before ripping it open and sheathing up his cock.’ Hurry Phiww’ Dan whined, becoming impatient. Phil spread a layer of lube on his cock, before lining himself up.
🌹'Ready baby?’ he asked the whimpering mess of Dan, receiving a nod in return. He pushed in slightly, letting Dan adjust to the feeling. Dan felt full, there was a slight burn but he forgot that when he felt a firm hand grip his cock and stroke it. Phil slowly pushed in, until he bottomed out, distracting Dan by giving him hickies and jerking him off.
🌹’M-move’ Dan stuttered, hips jerking to try and fuck himself on Phil’s cock. Phil responded to this by pulling nearly all the way out, before pushing back in, careful not to hurt Dan. He kept this up, jerking Dan off whilst fucking him gently, cock hitting his prostate every other time.
🌹'Close’ Dan whined out, heat pooling in his stomach as Phil’s thumb dipped in his slit. 'Come then baby’ Phil replied, sucking another hickie into Dan’s marked up neck, heat building up in his own stomach. Dan cried out, as white spurted out on his stomach and Phil’s hand.
🌹Phil continued to pound into him, chasing his own orgasm which was drawing closer, spurred on by Dan’s moaning. 'A-ah’ Phil cried out, coming into the condom with a final thrust into Dan. He pulled out, kissing Dan’s tired eyelids as he cleaned them up.

The Labyrinth Chapter 31

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin ft. all the members

Length: 3.5k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along. 

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@wingheadshellhead made a post so I started writing a stevetony thing. Maybe I’ll add more to it at some point? Maybe. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

“au where tony, despite being more of a cat person, has a dog, and steve, despite being more of a dog person, has a cat and their pets end up being friends and getting into trouble w/ the neighbors together and this is how they meet”

Also does anyone have suggestions for what Steve would name his cat? I’m sooo bad at naming things. 

Yes, Tony names his dog Cap (a golden retriever) in a non-powered AU, because he’s that much of a dork. Love that boy. 


Cap has been missing for two hours and Tony is officially ready to start tearing his hair out. 

It’s his own fault, really. Tony knows that Cap has learned how to nudge the gate open with her nose, but he’d been too busy making a morning coffee before heading off to the university to pay too much attention to her when he let her out into the backyard after she’d scarfed down her gourmet breakfast of kibble. Tony was exhausted; he had been up late in his shop, lost track of time and only managed to stumble upstairs at two in the morning, bleary-eyed and covered in grease stains. 

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Holding Hands with EXO

contains: fluff / flirting / skinship / Junmyeon’s abs / Chanyeol’s arms

[[ // Masterlist // ]]


// Minseok

Minseok usually had really a suave way about him when he held your hand, followed by his signature eyebrow raise, which both made you want to run away because it’s too much and smother him with love because it’s too much.

He walked into the bedroom as you were standing in front of the mirror, finishing getting dressed.  He grabbed the belt you’d put on the bed and put it on for you, then he grabbed your hands and held them there.

“You look so amazing,“ Minseok growled in your ear.  What was he trying to start???  You two have a reservation!!!

Before things went too far, he took one of your hands and let you outside toward the restaurant.  While walking, he’d periodically kiss the back of your hand and give you another one of his eyebrows raises.  You were excited to eat with him, but in the back of your mind you wondered what he really had in mind for your evening.

(fnnofbqlyobgnco this gif kills jfewifaxbue #Minseok’sEyebrowsForever)


// Junmyeon

You two were watching TV on the couch, hand in hand.  He was rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.  Suddenly, for no apparent reason, he lifted up his shirt and caught you looking.

Originally posted by kkaebsong33

You tried to pretend you hadn’t been peeking and refocused on the TV in front of you, but then you heard him ask, “Do you want to touch?”

Of course you wanted to touch Junmyeon’s hard-earned, rock-hard, hardly-seen abs.  But you couldn’t let him know how excited you were, so you just nodded.

He must have sensed you were a little nervous, so he took the hand he was holding and rested it on his stomach.  You ran your hand up and down until he grabbed your hand again and claimed he would start laughing if you kept it up, but he would let you know when he wasn’t feeling so ticklish.

Junmyeon pulled you closer and held your hand on his knee.

(pretend you’re Jongdae.  How can Junmyeon just be all smiles and happy with Jongdae’s hand sliding down his abs that close to his littleSuho and why is Jongdae trying to basically pull down his pants and are all those hands on the right about to pull his pants up or touch him more and also he has no hair down there and omg let me stop analysing this gif and just enjoy the abs)

Originally posted by pcyhappyvirus


// Yixing

You sat down on the studio couch, excited as Yixing readied the track.

The first notes began to play and he jumped back from the controls to sit down with you.  He grabbed your hand from your lap with both of his and held it for the entirety of the song.  It was fully produced, written, and arranged by him, and it was all about how much he loved little things about you, like how your smile made his entire day and how wonderful it felt to hold your hand.

When the song ended, he was looking at you with anticipation.  But you were speechless.  He hadn’t let go of your hand, so all you could do was lean forward and kiss him.

“I love you so much, Baobei,” Yixing said, holding your hand to his chest, where you could feel how fast his heart was beating.

Originally posted by yixingsosweet


// Baekhyun

“Oh my gosh, look!“ Baekhyun yelled pointing somewhere ahead of you on the walking trail.  Your eyes widened and he took your hand and ran for about five seconds, then abruptly stopped.

You looked around frantically, eyes wide open.  “What, what is it?!”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Baekhyun said calmly with a smirk, situating your fingers with his and kissing the back of your hand.

You couldn’t help but laugh and shake your head as he grinned.  You had been tricked yet again!

Even as your walk continued and your hands got sweaty, he only let go once to tie his shoes, and at first he had tried to do it with only one hand.

Originally posted by pangguk


// Jongdae

It’s as if Jongdae lives to hold your hand.  When you’re trying to do work, he’s holding the hand you don’t write with.  When you’re eating, he’s holding the hand you aren’t holding your chopsticks with.  When you’re texting, he’s holding the hand not tapping away at the screen.

Even when you’re cooking dinner for him, he wants to hold your hand.

You let go to grab the pot of noodles so you could drain them, and you heard, “Ahh, waaaeee!”  Of course.

“Jongdae, do you want to eat or not?”

He pouted, but then hugged you from behind as you plated the food.

“Okay, okay, we can eat now,” you said once you were done.

“Let’s each grab a plate,” he suggested, grabbing your closest hand.  You rolled your eyes, picked up your food, and went to sit on the same side of the dining table.

(eeeeeep!!!!!! this gif is so cute)


// Chanyeol

You were walking back home from the supermarket with a little more food than you’d thought you’d want to buy, so it was all pretty heavy.  Yet, Chanyeol insisted on carrying it all by himself!

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?”

“Nope,” he said squeezing your hand.

“Just let me carry one thing,” you said, as you could see him being weighed down.

“Okay, okay…”  He kept tight hold of your hand as he transferred the lightest bag to you.  If you weren’t almost home, you would have told him that he didn’t have to be so ridiculous and that you could hold hands after putting the food away.

Unfortunately when you got home, after shutting the cabinets and fridge, Chanyeol began complain about his arm hurting, the one that he used to carry several bags for half a mile.  He was quick to tell you so that you could take care of him.

“I’m still very strong, I promise,“ he assured you.

“Aish, I told you to let me help…”

Originally posted by chanyoelpark


// Kyungsoo

He almost never initiated it, but you’d noticed that whenever he walked next to you, the hand closest to you would always be free.  Sometimes it would accidentally knock against yours, but that was all, until you made the decision to hold his hand.

You had kept a keen eye on him, and you noticed that every time you grabbed his hand, he would look down, slightly away, and smile to himself.

Today, he was doing the hand bump thing again, and you decided to call him out.

“You don’t have to be so shy about holding hands,” you said.

“What?!  I’m not– I just… You don’t have to say that.“

Kyungsoo looked away and fumbled his hand around at his side until he found yours, then he laced his fingers between yours all wrong, causing you to laugh at how flustered he was and give him a kiss on the cheek.

The next day, you gave him another kiss when he picked you up from your house and immediately took your hand in his, and you were glad you’d made him be braver.

Originally posted by sekaisoosgirl


// Jongin

Every time you grabbed his hand when you went for walks, he would burst out laughing, making you jump a bit, which made him laugh even more, which made you laugh, because let’s be real, Jongin’s laughter is extremely contagious and cures any mood sickness.

You two would hold hands and laugh all the way to your destination, which today was a park near your house.  

You walked all the way to the big lake with a water fountain in the middle and you took a break on a painted bench to watch the swans swim around.  You knew the only thing Jongin liked more than holding your hand was holding your waist.  Today it seemed he was feeling greedy and wanted both.  He switched his hands so he could hold you close to him and hold hands and you rested your head on his shoulder until sunset.

Originally posted by exoturnback


// Sehun

You’d only let go of his hand for a moment to fix your hair as you passed a store with all glass windows.  As soon as you were done, he grabbed your hand and held it with intent, as if making up his mind not to let it go.

You let go again a few minutes later to take a rock out of your shoe and when you looked up at him, he looked like you had just slapped him in the face.

“Stop it, you’re going to get lost…“ he mumbled.

You thought about responding, but then decided not to because it was cuter that he was so childish at that moment that he couldn’t even just say that he liked holding your hand.  You considered whether you wanted to tease him further or just let him have what he wanted, and in the end, you decided to just use your free hand.

Originally posted by gohaylie

Don’t Change A Thing, Darlin’

Intro: I know I just posted one for Spock Week, but this one kinda just started to flow out of me (getting my mojo back, yay!) so here is another fic for you!  This one is for Bones week for Trek Fest 2017!  Hosted by the always lovely @outside-the-government - I was late on the Spock fic but not for this one yay!

This is also a request that came from @stucked82:

Hi, I have a request, McCoy x plus size reader, she thinks he’s not interested in her because of the words he said on the first Star Trek movie of Dr. Marcus, she’s the opposite of her, dark short hair, tall, curvy and strong, she could be the combat trainer of the Enterprise maybe? It would be great! Thanks!! Fluff or smut or whatever. 

I know I messaged you about going in a darker, more angsty route, and I wrote most of that, but it didn’t feel right, and I felt like I needed to write something fluffy.  So I did.  

Pairing: Bones x plus size!reader

Word Count: 3,456 (damnit can I not keep anything short anymore!!!)

Warnings: A little self-deprication, some swearing, mention of a past emotionally abusive relationship, used the word “darlin’” way too many times.

Summary: You have been transferred to the Enterprise to work as a combat trainer, and are quickly introduced to Dr. McCoy when he is in one of your classes.  Quickly developing a crush on the handsome doctor (who wouldn’t?), you feel like the flirting is going well until you see him flirting with Dr. Marcus. Were you wrong about him?  Could he ever love somebody like you?

A/N: Not a big fan of writing specifically for a plus-size reader, but I thought this one turned out pretty well - didn’t want to go too deep into insecurities or anything, but they are in there. 

-Enjoy!-

“Hey dude?  Can you hear me?” You nearly shouted as you knelt over a dark-haired man that had just taken a hard hit in your combat training class. 

“Wha-?” The man’s eyes slowly flickered open, and he brought his hand up to rub at his eye, groaning, “What happened?”

“That idiot back there didn’t know how to properly throw an elbow strike and knocked you flat.” You jerked your thumb at the covering curly-haired blonde, who gave a sheepish finger-wave. 

“Damnit, Chekov.” The man grunted and moved to sit up, emitting a series of groans and a string of curses, including “too old for this shit”. 

“How long was I out?” He asked. 

“Maybe 30 seconds?  Do you want ice or something?”

He touched his cheekbone gingerly, then the back of his head, “Maybe. Probably should just head back to the medbay.”

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[Miraculous Ladybug]: Never Make Deals with Mermaids

a.k.a. Gabie’s Obligatory Mermaid/Pirate AU feat. Adrienette!

inspired bc i wanted a mermaid au where mermaids were badass, bloodthirsty, and had a certified license to kill. it was supposed to be a one-shot, but let’s ignore that bit for now.

i know that there are a million and one pirate/mermaid au’s but i’d appreciate some likes/reblogs/comments if you happen to read on! :) at the rate this is going, this is gonna be a beast of a fic. 

[Next: Chapter 2]

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

Title: Never Make Deals with Mermaids

Summary: The only reason Adrien came up with such an elaborate trap for a mermaid was to sell her on the market, rake in some gold, and get a new ship to help him carry out some business. Simple as that.

The plan wasn’t for this mermaid to attack his crew, hold him at sword point, and steal his maps for some ridiculous mission involving magical stones, egomaniacal pirates, and a plot to stop the end of the world.

This beautifully dangerous creature was certainly going to be the end of him.


Chapter 1: Capturing a Mermaid


“Adrien, let me be the first to say that I still think this is a ridiculously stupid idea.”

Adrien pulled the flask out of his coat and pulled the cork out with his teeth. “Aw, come on, Nino. Where’s your sense of adventure?”

“My sense of adventure is perfectly intact, thank you very much,” Nino frowned. “So is my sense of self preservation. This is a suicide mission, you idiot!”

“It’s only a suicide mission if I screw it up. And for your information, I’ve thought this out meticulously. It’ll work. Besides, I know you’re secretly hoping that we pull this off. You know how much we need the money.”

Nino sighed as Adrien shed his captain’s hat and his coat and draped them in Nino’s arms. “There are other ways to fund a journey to the Eastern Seas, you know. It doesn’t have to include chasing after a fairytale.”

“It’s not a fairytale,” Adrien insisted, unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it over Nino’s head. “I’ve done my research. Went to a library and everything.”

“Yeah! You did research! Based on the drunken ramblings of past sailors! That hardly counts. You’re putting your life on the line for this.“

“You worry too much, buddy. I’ve got this under control.” Adrien turned around to the rest of his crew and held up the knife he kept strapped to his thigh. “Alright gentlemen, listen up! There are rumors of mermaids in this part of the sea, so we’ve got one chance to do this right.” He pointed the knife at Kim. “Are the nets ready?”

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late night kiss pt. 5

A/N: Well. This took forever, and I deeply apologize. But, man, those trailers got me so pumped and cured me of my writer’s block. So here it is! Finally! Part 5!

Summary: You debate with yourself over whether or not Spider-Man is really Peter Parker.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 06 


It had to be Peter.

You had sat in shocked silence, blinking at the Brooklyn Bridge above you. Though you couldn’t see anything that was going on since it was too far away, you could still hear the sounds of an ongoing fight, people’s screams echoing in the air. After a few minutes of simply watching, your mind a complete blank, you decided to start making your way home since it was going to take you a while.

On the way, you’d thought about your revelation and validated your own suspicions with small details that you hadn’t noticed in your haze to uncover Spider-Man’s secret identity.

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