happy nine years

  • me, with overflowing love for shinee: i'm overflowing with love for shinee

shinee ninth anniversary messages ♡ 170518
translation: minhole (i / ii / iii / iv / v)

onew: i’m happy because we could be happy together for nine years.

jonghyun: in these nine years there was not one moment you weren’t there.

key: looking forward to see how much bigger the number nine can get.

minho: believe that we will also be together in the future.

taemin: let’s always be together just like now.

8 | No Escape

Genre: Apocalypse AU / Fluff / Angst

Paring: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 3,003 (almost exactly 3000 dammit)

Warnings: Mentions of dead bodies, Blood, Gore

“Do something don’t just sit there!”

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A/n: This series is coming to an end guys!! Thank you everyone for reading

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  • *221B*
  • Sherlock: *in his mind palace*
  • Molly: *rushes into the flat* Sherlock?!
  • Sherlock: *opens his eyes* Ah, there you are.
  • Molly: *looking around* What's going on? Your message said you needed me urgently.
  • Sherlock: Yes. I need your help with an experiment.
  • Molly: *irritated* You are kidding? Sherlock, it's nearly midnight! On New Year's Eve!
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* Yes and if you'd gotten here sooner, we'd have more time.
  • Molly: *folds her arms* Time for what?
  • Sherlock: *clasps his hands* I require an orgasm.
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly: I-I beg your pardon?
  • Sherlock: An orgasm. Before twelve, preferably.
  • Molly: *awkward* Well, um, w-what do you want me to do about...that?
  • Sherlock: Use your imagination.
  • Molly: *blushing* Why do you want an orgasm?
  • Sherlock: *frustrated* For science. Does it matter?
  • Molly: *glances at the clock* There's only eight minutes left.
  • Sherlock: *raises his eyebrow* Too challenging?
  • Molly: *shakes her head* No, not at all *undoes her coat and drops her bag, tossing them on the sofa; kneels in front of him* They don't call me 'eight minutes Molly' for nothing.
  • Sherlock: *watching her* Who's they?
  • Molly: *stroking his thighs* Do you care?
  • Sherlock: *bites his lip* Nope.
  • Molly: Good *smirks* I'll start the timer.