hey taxi

  • Holden Caulfield: I left the fencing equipment on the subway lol oopsies
  • Holden: Oh man I got kicked out of school lol oopsies
  • Holden: WHATEVSIES LET’S GO RUN AWAY TO NEW YORK *slaps on his red hunting cap of swag*
  • [in taxi] Holden: Hey.
  • Hey.
  • Hey.
  • Taxi driver: WHAT.
  • Holden: Where do the ducks go when the pond freezes over?
  • Taxi driver: How the hell should I know whatchu playin’ at
  • [pause for metaphorical resonance]
  • Holden: *comes across a telephone booth*
  • Holden: Wait never mind. Not gonna do it. You have to be in the right mood.
  • Holden: *comes across another telephone booth* *repeats the entire thought process 95889246502657 times until the reader wants to smack him*
  • Holden: *eventually checks into a hotel* Damn, is it good to be a rich teenage runaway. *goes out into town and orders a million drinks at a million bars*
  • Holden: *breaks down crying*
  • Holden: *eventually checks into his hotel again* *somehow accidentally orders a prostitute for the night*
  • Sunny: Yo.
  • Holden: Hey you wanna talk?
  • Sunny: Not…really? Whatchu playin’ at?
  • Holden: Nothing, nothing, hey, listen I’ll pay ya for the time and everything, I just want to talk-
  • Sunny: Srry pal. I g2g. [her pimp comes to Holden’s room. heartbreaking stuff happens.]
  • Holden: [clutches belly] OH GOD I’M DYING I SEE THE LIGHT
  • oh cool maybe jane gallagher will come save me
  • oh god do i want to jump her bones
  • just kiddinggggg jane is a total metaphor for innocence and i don’t want to jump anyone’s bonesss
  • [five mins later]
  • Sally: I fucking hate you but I need a boyfriend.
  • Holden: K cool my heart is for Jane anyways.
  • I mean, she keeps all her kings in the back row, and all.
  • Sally: I feel like that’s another metaph-
  • Holden: TO BROADWAY! *drags her away*
  • [Because they do not see Les Mis or Gentleman’s Guide or any other fantastic Broadway musical, but some dry play with Alfred Lunt, their date falls to pieces.]
  • [later, at an ice rink]
  • Holden: We should totes run away.
  • Sally: What.
  • Holden: We could buy our own little cabin-
  • Sally: No.
  • Holden: I’m not kidding, we should do it right now-
  • Sally: Hold it right there, motherfucker. Stop it.
  • Holden: Well, you don’t have to be a pain in the ass about it-
  • Holden: *runs away* Why is life so haaaaard…
  • [oh yeah at some point he buys a Little Shirley Beans record and then he drops it and we all know it’s another metaphor]
  • Holden: I know what will help!
  • A visit to my lil’ sis!
  • Phoebe: HEY WHOA
  • HEY
  • Holden: like don’t tell mom and dad I swung by I just want to say hi to you-
  • Phoebe: You got kicked out of school again didn’t you.
  • Holden: No-
  • Holden: Well, you know that song “if a body catch a body coming through the rye”?
  • Phoebe: It’s “if a body meet a body-”
  • Holden: Yeah whatever. That’s all I really want to do. I imagine all these kids playing in this field of rye, and they’re kids, so sometimes they get too close to the edge of this huge cliff, so I’ll be the one catching them. I’ll do it with Allie’s old mitt. I’ll be the catcher in the rye.
  • Holden: Oh shit parents are home CATCH YOU LATER PHOEBE [high-tails it to Mr. Antolini’s]
  • Mr. Antolini: Holden!
  • Holden: You know, you’re the only one I can really talk to besides my sister. You’re a really cool English teacher. You should know that.
  • Mr. Antolini: *pets Holden’s head while Holden’s sleeping*
  • Holden: *runs away crying*
  • Mr. Antolini: WAIT, CALM DOWN SON
  • Holden: Okay you know what I’m running away. For reals. I’m running away to the West.
  • Phoebe: No you ain’t.
  • Holden: Yes I am.
  • Phoebe: You can’t leave me!
  • Holden: Yes I can.
  • Holden: [changes mind] Okay, fine, how about we go to the zoo? Okay Phoebe? Sorry I hurt your feelings, Phoebe.
  • Phoebe: *gets on the merry-go-round of Symbolic Wonder at the zoo* Hey Holden you wanna come on?
  • Holden: No, I can’t, but I’ll watch you.
  • Yeah.
  • Sometimes the kids will reach for the gold ring, and sometimes they’ll fall off, but you can’t tell them not to.
  • Yeah.
  • [later later]
  • You start missing everybody after a while.

Imagine Chris getting the first flight back to you.

A/N: Part 4! Ughhh, so much angst. Damn you, brain. Whhhhyyyyy? On a brighter note, how cute was Seb and Ava trying to save the day? (Talk about best friends for life.) You can read the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader - Masterlist’, ‘Little Ways Away - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3)

The line cut off and the dial tone droned; Chris stood there stunned with the phone still pressed to his ear. What had just happened? How did things go so wrong, so fast? His hand dropped to his side in defeat as his thumb ended the call on his end. He looked around his vicinity; he watched the strangers on the street, looking for someone- a sign, something- anything to tell him he was dreaming, that you didn’t just break up with him. You didn’t break up with him, you couldn’t have. The two of you had a life to live out together- there was a plan to follow, a destiny to fulfill…This was never part of that plan, he wasn’t meant to lose you. What had he done? Why did he call? Why did he say what he didn’t mean? There were a million questions that he wanted an answer to, but the most prominent one, begging for an immediate answer was “can I get her back?”

“Taxi!” Chris called as he held out an arm. He knew what would happen if he left without saying a word; he knew if he didn’t get back before he was due to film his next scene- Kevin, the Russo brothers, and his cast would have a fit; he knew all that, but he also knew none of it mattered if you were no longer a part of his life. “Hey, taxi!” He yelled again, catching the attention of a passing cabbie who sensed his urgency and pulled up in front of him.

“Chris!” Sebastian caught Chris getting into a cab as he came out of the bar the rest of the cast and crew were in. “Chris!” He called and jogged a few steps, trying to stop the cab that was pulling away from the curb. “Chris, wait!” He yelled and waved into the rear view mirror, but the cab was already on its way to the airport. “Where the hell are you going, man? You’ve still got my phone.” He mumbled to himself, pulling Chris’ phone out of his pocket to see that Chris had texted before he could call. “Y/N broke up with me,” he read under his breath then gasped, “what? I need to go sort things out, I’ll get your phone back to you later,” he continued then sighed. “I don’t care about my phone, just fix your relationship before it’s too late.” He wanted to text that back, but he didn’t knowing Chris was going through enough. He slipped Chris’ phone back into his pocket and returned to the bar to explain his best friend’s situation to the executive producer.

Chris found himself looking at your number, his thumb hovered over the call button. He knew if he called you now- even without his number- you’d just ignore his call; you were going to ignore all calls. He needed to see you in person, he needed to deal with this whole situation in person. He turned off Sebastian’s phone to rid himself of the temptation and just focused on what he was going to say to you when he got back to Los Angeles.

Sebastian’s pocket started buzzing before he could re-enter the bar, he narrowed his eyes as he pulled out Chris’ phone; ‘Ava’ popped up on the screen. Now he knew who Ava was because both you and Chris had told him a few times about your best friend and how she was a huge fan, but this wasn’t his phone. He stared at it for a little while more, then decided to answer hoping he could join forces with your best friend to help bring the two of you back together.

“Chris, oh my God!” Ava started rambling the second Sebastian picked up. “What the fuck just happened?” She asked and he wished he knew. “Y/N just left for work, but I’m pretty sure she’s crying in the stairwell- Are you okay?” He tried to talk, but she continued before he could. “Of course you’re not, she’s not either. I hope you do know you’re not actually broken up, so don’t go hook up with a stranger to spite her because that will actually end the relationship. Are you even there? Can you please say-”

“Not Chris,” Sebastian cut Ava off and her breath hitched in her throat because she recognized his voice. “He borrowed my phone and left his with me. He’s headed for the airport now to go back to LA to talk to Y/N, so I think we can relax.” Ava didn’t know what to say, she was still a little starstruck by Sebastian. Unlike you, this was the first time she’d spoken to a celebrity other than Chris; it made things more difficult because she had a bit of a crush on Sebastian. “Are you still there? Can you please say something?”

“Um- sorry, I’m here.” Ava cleared her throat, strengthening her shaky voice. “He’s on his way back?” She quizzed then smiled when she heard Sebastian noise confirmation. “Oh, thank God. I was freaking out, it’d be such a waste if they didn’t live happily ever after. I’ve never seen two people so happy together, their love is a love worth fighting for.”

“It is,” Sebastian nodded in agreement. “Which is why you’re going to have to keep an eye on Y/N until Chris gets there, make sure she doesn’t do anything she’ll regret. I know she’s not the type, but she’ll definitely attract guys who think she’s a damsel in distress. We don’t want any more misunderstandings and unnecessary complications, things are already messy enough.”

“I keep telling them to talk, but they don’t listen.” Ava sighed. “They always wait until the last minute when things are messy to sort it out. Do you even know how they got together? It was like a freaking movie, had me on the edge of my seat and wanting to rip all my hair out.” Sebastian laughed and Ava smiled, “anyway, it was really nice talking to you. I’m such a huge fan, I’m definitely going to scream into a pillow when I hang up.”

“It was nice talking to you too, Ava,” Sebastian smiled. “You take care of those crazy kids and I’m sure we’ll get to meet at their wedding.” Ava chuckled. “I should go, I gotta go do my job as Cap’s right hand man and save his ass.” Ava laughed then covered her mouth when she realized she was laughing too loudly. “He’s lucky Kevin’s rooting for him and Y/N, otherwise he’s going to be in a lot of trouble.”

“You’re a good friend.”

“So are you,” Sebastian replied then hung up, leaving Ava to do exactly as she’d told him; she screamed into a pillow. She looked up, laughing when she realized she’d scared Dodger. First, her best friend befriends then dates Chris Evans; second, Chris Evans’ adorable dog comes and lives with the two of you; now, she’d spoken to Sebastian Stan. If things weren’t so complicated between said best friend and Chris Evans, she’d be a lot happier.

The door opened and she turned, frowning when she saw you walk in. It’d only been half an hour since you left, so you must’ve changed your mind about going to work. You didn’t even throw a glance her and Dodger’s way as you walked to your bedroom, closing the door behind you. You’d texted Jack telling him you couldn’t make it, and was going to get a cab down to LAX to get a last minute flight out to Atlanta. You couldn’t just let Chris go like that, you needed to apologize and fix things before it was too late. All of it happened because of you, he didn’t do anything wrong; you were the one at fault. You had money, enough for a flight to Atlanta because that was what you’d been saving for with all your extra shifts. The original plan, however, was for you to fly down for to surprise Chris for his birthday- not this.

You stripped yourself from your work clothes and changed into your best red dress- the one you’d worn on your very first date with him. You wiped your tears, applied on some makeup, then fixed your hair. By the time you were done, you didn’t look like a girl who’d just spent half an hour crying in the stairwell. You slipped on your black heels and your trench coat, then stuffed your passport, wallet, and phone into a clutch before you walked back out.

“Whoa,” Ava breathed when she saw you; she was definitely worried about where you were going looking like that. “Um- what are you doing?” She asked, but you ignored her. “Y/N?” She followed you as you made your way to the front door. “Why are you so dressed up? Y/N-” she grabbed your elbow before you could leave and you stopped, but didn’t turn around. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going out, Ava,” you told her in a vague tone. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be back. Just- in a few days,” you mumbled under your breath and Ava grew incredibly concerned. “Relax,” you told her and she frowned, wondering just how she was meant to do that. “Take care of Dodger until I get back? There are some things I need to sort out before I know where he’s going to stay.”

“He’s not going anywhere because you and Chris-”

“I’ll talk to you later,” you pulled your elbow out of her grip then left before she could say anything else. You knew she would run after you so you rushed down the flight of stairs, hoping she would chase if she couldn’t see you. And she didn’t chase, but she did call after you; she didn’t know if you could hear her, but she had to try.

“Chris is coming to LA!”

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Part 5A

Heya folks!

I’m flying out to Melboune in a few hours, and won’t be on Tumblr from then until the 5th of May! You’re welcome to send messages, but I definitely won’t be getting them until about the 6th. (I will be writing though! I’ve already got a chapter of The Wind that Cuts the Night to put up when I get back, but I won’t be posting anything for the next 10 days).

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Birthday Wishes

Summary: Spending your birthday with Kwon Jiyong

Type: Literally 100% fluff

For @just-let-me-be-your-lover 

P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY THE BESTEST MOST BEAUTIFUL AND KINDEST HUMAN ON THE PLANET!! ^3^ <3 (I’m hoping im posting this at the right time so you see it before you go to bed, because its only 11am here! But whatever happens, just know that i love you, and i am sending you all the digital hugs and love! Happy Birthday, bro! <3 <3 <3)

Originally posted by jiyonggifs

‘Y/N-sshi?…what colour did you say your boyfriend’s car was again?’


You’re only half paying attention to your assistant as you try to finish an important document you had to send off for a radio show in the morning, typing like fire as you see the end in sight, and releasing the longest sigh as soon as you enter the final full stop. Leaning back in your chair, and cracking your back as you do so, you close your eyes, smiling where you’re so thankful that you’d finished your work, finally able to start believing that it actually was your birthday today…

…but thats before you open your eyes and peer over at your assistant to see her stood staring out of the window, mouth hanging open in amazement at something she was looking at.

‘Whats so interesting outside?’ you ask, not bothering to move where you were so tired, and instead seeing her turn her head slowly to stare at you with wide eyes, barely keeping hold of the files she had clutched in her grasp.

‘Your…your boyfriend…what was his name again?’ she stammers, her eyes locking on yours, and without you being consciously aware, a sinking feeling enters you’re stomach, but in the moment you were too tired to notice.

‘Uh…Jiyong. …why?-’

‘Would he…by any chance…also be quite rich?’ she asks, her voice rising dramatically in pitch at the end, and you frown at her question as you sit up in your chair, wondering if she was feeling ill.

‘I suppose you could say he’s quite well-off, why?’ you push, still completely oblivious to the situation as it stood, but not remaining that way for long, with her answer.

‘Because ….a black Lamborghini has just pulled up in the parking lot, and the globally recognized, extensively rich mega-star, Kwon Jiyong had just got out of it, and since he’s just walked into the building, im just wondering if he’s your-’


You jump to your feet almost immediately, striding from your desk to the window in your office with 2 lunges, and feeling your stomach drop out from beneath you as soon as you catch sight of the ridiculously over-priced car; the same one you’d seen leave the apartment complex this morning.

‘I’m going to kill him.’ 

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anonymous asked:

can u write a wonwoo fluff according to this prompt (i bought the wrong bag of chips, didn’t i?) ? thank you! heheh

this request has been sitting in my box for almost three weeks so I figured I’d write something

wonwoo + ‘I bought the wrong bag of chips, didn’t I?’

word count: 533

Shivering, Wonwoo pulled his jacket closer to his body while still trying to hold on to the bags. He was pretty sure his nose was bright red and his lips were extremely chapped, but at that point, he only cared about getting home.

Good thing was, the convenience store wasn’t far from the home he and you shared. It was just another lonely winter night to you, anyway. Wonwoo was most likely towns away, or even worse countries away. It wasn’t like it was the first time, and the both of you knew how to give each other space to do your own things while still staying connected.

Munching on popcorn, you pulled the blanket further over you while snagging the TV remote, and changing the channel.

It was late, and while Wonwoo wasn’t sure if this plan would work out the way he wanted, he knew one thing; whenever he was gone, you’d sleep much later than usual, mostly staying up to watch romcoms or dramas.

(To him, it might have been cute to watch, but it also broke his heart.)

The front steps of your house sprang into view (as Wonwoo chose not to take a car, or a taxi, because hey, he’s smarter than that.) The plastic bags full of junk food reminded him of their presence, though, because he groaned, setting down the bags for a few seconds before they could rip.

Well unaware, you made a ‘hmm’ sound, choosing a channel to watch.

While he didn’t want to tell you, Wonwoo always knew that from the front window of the house, through a small crack, he could see everything you did. (He knew it was creepy, but it’s not like he’s a murderer or anything. That, and he rarely uses it, so he doesn’t care.)

Trying his best to keep quiet, the raven-haired boy looked through it, spotting your figure sitting on the sofa, quietly munching while watching the TV screen. He scoffed. “Titanic? Again?”

Pushing his glasses further up on his nose, Wonwoo rubbed his arms lightly, setting down the bags by the door, and pulling out his key, knowing you would be too entranced in the movie to focus on the front door opening.

You, however, heard the small thud outside your door, and knowing that your boyfriend wouldn’t arrive home for weeks, you ran to the kitchen, grabbing a knife.

With a grunt, Wonwoo pushed the door open, groaning as he felt the difference in temperature. His voice was all too familiar to you, and you dropped the knife, running to the door, nearly crying at the sight of your awkward boyfriend, who struggled to warm himself up.

He looked up, and a subtle smile made its way to his face.

Pulling out a bag of chips from the plastic, he held it up with a small smile. “Delivery.”

In an instant, you engulfed him in a hug, Wonwoo flinching slightly. 

He watched you look up, tears in your eyes. The look on his face dropped. 

“I bought the wrong bag of chips, didn’t I?”

You merely laughed, and buried your face in his chest, pulling him closer. “You’re such an idiot,” you mumbled, muffled.

ffuck you get outta here new yorker with your aaay im from new yoak uhhhh deli meats n haht dawgs and staten island fucking statue of liberty crowded city taxi cab hey im walkin here wheres my cawffee aahhh baseball the yankees the mets the jets the knicks mmmm empire state building central park rockefeller center with the big tree the big ttree lighting up whats the big deal its a tree its just a real big tree with some lights and times square hey its the new year drop a ball drop a ball in times square fucking and the brooklyn bridge hey the brooklyn bridge its a bridge its a gray bridge aw look at the bridge hey coney island theres some rides there at the amusement pawk theres a ferris wheel oooh look we got broadway Get out of here
Suda Masaki’s ‘All Night Nippon’ radio show, Aug 7th, 2017 (episode 18)

Masaki’s funny-but-also-will-give-you-too-much-second-hand-embarrassment-story about Kento. *suda-kun is narrating so it’s obviously in first person*

Yesterday, I decided to go to the thrift store and I was looking at clothes and stuff. Well, the thrift store where I was at had the door wide open and I was able to see the road and everything. So when I was there, I saw two guys outside and they looked very familiar. I was like, ‘Wait??… Is that Kento Yamazaki(1)? Wait, what? Is that really Kento Yamazaki?’

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Press X To Respawn Ch. 4 (Trixya) - Rainbow

A/N: I’m backbackbackback back again for another chapter of “lesbians on the internet!” Thanks for all your support of the fic, it means a lot to me! There are a lot of timeskips in this chapter cause awkward dinner conversations are boring. Also feel free to send me headcanons and stuff on my blog @rainbowvelour! I hope you enjoy the next chapter! -Rainbow

In this chapter: Trixie takes Katya downtown to see some of the sights. There’s a little angst at the end so sorry about that. Also this chapter is pretty long so yeah.

T/W: Mention of alcoholism.

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Jack Maynard Imagine- “I don’t remember that!” “Are you hitting on me?” “Was I really that drunk?” “Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night!”

Wow that’s a lot of prompts 😂💗 Hope you like this Imagine 💗💗 Also I just wanna say thank youuu to @iheartbuttercream for answering my dumb question earlier 💗😂

You woke up at 3am from your phone blowing up with texts. You groaned and rolled over to see who was texting you.

Jacky Poo: You know how ligers (lion and tigers) are a thing, don’t you think that’s so weird.

Jacky Poo: Like lions and tigers did the thing like wtf!?

Jacky Poo: I just think that’s so weird.

Jacky Poo: OMG I just found out chihuahua and Great Dane mix is a thing.

Jacky Poo: That is the definition of fucked up!

This ladies and gentleman is what it is like to best freinds with Jack Maynard. You had about another 15 texts from him about how disturbed he was about these thing.

Y/n : WTF Jack! Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night!

Jacky Poo: Well actually it’s early morning soo.

Jacky Poo: Do you want to come to the club with me tonight? None of my other friends can come.

Y/n: Wow so I’m your last choice thanks so much.

Jacky Poo: Whatever. Is my name still Jacky Poo in your phone?

Y/n: Possibly.

Jacky Poo: Change it!

Y/n: Hahah never!

Jacky Poo: Y/n! Change it!!

Y/n: Goodnight Jacky Poo.

Jacky Poo: Not funny.

Y/n: Hilarious*


You were stood outside the club waiting for Jack to turn up . You were wearing a stunning black dress that hugged all your curves perfectly.

Just as you were about to text Jack to ask were he was you saw him get out a taxi.

“Hey” You greeted him.

“Hey!” He replied, you felt his eyes scanning over your body.

“My eyes are up here Maynard!” You laughed.

He blushed slightly.

“Lets go get drunk!” He exclaimed as you both walked into the club.


“Heyyy hot stuff!” Jack slurred.

He was very drunk currently.

“Dude you reek of alcohol!” You said.

“Your dress is hott!” Jack slurred completely ignoring your comment.

“Are you hitting on me?” You laughed.

You were rather confused by the situation. You had no idea Jack found you attractive at all.

You weren’t sure if he was complimenting you because he was drunk and horny or what but his compliments gave you butterflies. That you were trying to pretend weren’t there.

“Sure ammm, why don’t you come back to m bed.” He winked.

“Come on lets get you home.” You laughed and dragged him outside.

You woke up the next morning to find yourself on jacks sofa basically laying on top of him. Your head under his chin and his arm was wrapped around your back.

You got up careful not to wake him and fetched water and headache tablets.

As you put they down on the coffee table you saw his eyes slowly flutter open.

“Good Morning” You said quietly.

He groaned and rubbed his eyes.

“My head hurts so muchh” He grumbled.

“Here drink water and take tablets” You said handing them to him.

“Thanks” He mumbled.

“So what did I do last night?” He laughed.

“Well you did start hitting in me at one point” You explained.

Jack internally face palmed.

“I don’t remember that! Was I really that drunk?” He laughed.

You felt hurt by his words. Did he mean he’d never hit on you if he wasn’t really drunk.

“What?” You asked.

“I mean I was so drunk I was hitting on you.” He laughed again.

“Wow thanks Jack” You said harshly.

Jack realised what he said.

“No y/n thats not what I meant.” He sighed at his stupidity.

“Well then what did you mean?! Am I too ugly to hit on unless your almost passed out drunk?’ You snapped at him.

“No!” He insisted.

“What did you mean then Jack?” You hissed.

“I mean I’d never have the confidence to hit on you if I was sober.” Jack admitted.

You were shocked.

“What?” You said.

“I like you y/n, I like you more than just friends.” He looked up to gauge your reaction.

“I-I I like you to.” You admitted.

He got up, wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close.

“I love you y/n.” He whispered before connecting your lips.

As he kissed you, it felt like fireworks were going off in your stomach

anonymous asked:

Can I have an RFA+Saeran reacting to MC getting a bad allergic reaction? You can decide whether it's like her entire body is breaking out in hives, or like her tongue/lip/throat starts swelling up. Thank youuuu❤️ your blog is lovely btw. I find myself visiting it almost daily. <3 hope everything is well with school and life tho.



  • he didn’t know what to do
  • like at first everything was good, they were eating ice cream and Yoosung gave her some of his to her but she forgot that his had strawberries in it and well.. 
  • now her face was turning beet red and her throat was swelling up so quickly that he just couldn’t react to it in time
  • his eye widened and he literally dropped his ice cream onto the floor
  • mentally slaps himself for asking that question like of course she is you idiot can you not see that she can’t breathe?
  • he’s just SCREAMING for help and low key crying because he’s so scared that MC will die??
  • MC manages to choke out that she has an epipen in her bag and FINALLY he reacts and stabs her thigh
  • in a couple of seconds her wheezing slows down and a few minutes later, she breathes more steadily
  • “MC! oh my god I thought I’d lose you! I’m sorry I didn’t know you were allergic to strawberries”
  • is he still crying? probably


  • holy cow he was so prepared for this
  • he had benadryl, an epipen (for himself), allegra, claritin… he was basically a walking pharmacy
  • so when he saw MC sneeze with watery eyes and cough with her itchy throat, he knew that she had hay fever
  • it was almost scary how quick he was to realize like
  • one second she was looking for a tissue and in the next he already handed her a pill, had opened water bottle in one hand and a packet of tempo tissues in the other
  • MC was kinda shook like “Whoa where did all this come from?”
  • “Well, I’m always prepared ‘cause, never know when I’ll meet a cat, y’know?”
  • so grateful AAAAAA
  • “Zen, you know you’re the-”
  • “Best boyfriend ever? Yea, I know. Now eat this medicine before you start snotting all over the place”
  • ^^got slapped for saying that but it’s okay it was a “playful hit” sorta thing
  • they had a nice date in the park after that
  • but MC was secretly hoping that someone would bring their cat outside >:)


  • she didn’t even know it was happening?
  • MC and her got the SAME DRINK (coffee, i mean)
  • and she’d ASKED SPECIFICALLY for soy milk because MC was lactose intolerant but when they got the drinks, the barista mixed it up (damnit customer service)
  • we won’t go into the nasty stuff but MC was suffering 
  • she felt nauseous and her stomach was cramping up 
  • there was a cold sweat on her brow but she was determined (and i mean D E T E R M I N E D) not to let Jaehee know because 
  • how embarrassing?? it was low key just a stomach ache but at that point in time, she didn’t want Jaehee to know that she was about to puke in the taxi
  • “Hey, MC? Are you alright? You look all pale and you’re sweating?”
  • “Y- yea, I’m alright. But can we get off at the next stop? I’m a feeling a bit carsick.”
  • as soon as she got off the car she started vomiting on the side of the road
  • Jaehee was freaking the hell out and was so worried she was patting her back and talking like a mom
  • but after it was out of her system, MC felt better and told Jaehee about her lactose intolerance
  • “MC, you should’ve told me earlier!!”


  • honestly the fact that MC could’ve had allergies never crossed his mind
  • so when he told chef to prepare a Mille-feuille with almond accents he was absolutely clueless
    • did i or did i not literally google fancy french dessert names and plug in some sort of nut for this to happen idunno u decide
  • right so MC who didn’t know what the fuck this dessert was, much less knew that there would be almonds in it
  • immediately after the first few bites she felt this heat rush to her face
  • uh-oh she knew EXACTLY what was happening
  • she excused herself from the table and ran to the bathroom with her purse
  • Jumin was confused like did she have to pee that badly??
  • when MC came back out, he noticed her eyes were swollen and she was breathing rather heavily
  • and not to mention, she spent a solid 10 minutes in there
  • “MC, did something happen?”
  • “um.. were there nuts in that?”
  • “Yes, I especially told the chef to add almonds. Don’t tell me, you are allergic to nuts…?”
  • MC didn’t even have to say anything 
  • “I’m so sorry, I promise it won’t happen again.”
  • he pulled MC into a hug and told her he was going to throw away all nuts products at home (even Elizabeth’s nut shaped toy nuuu ;A;)


  • he remembered seeing in her medical records that she was allergic to something
  • what it was, it couldn’t remember now, but it was obviously something that was in his HBC (much to his dismay)
  • anyway he was running around the house flipping the couch over like it was a piece of paper, rummaging for her medicine like a mad man
  • and when he finally found it under her pillow (what was it doing there anyway???)
  • he nearly hollered out of delight and forgot that he should, in fact, be giving it to MC and not celebrating his find 
  • oops
  • k so after MC calmed the f down and could breathe again
  • “Seven y r u sad”
  • “B- because, I can’t share the thing i love most with you”
  • .-. i have no words


  • he wasn’t ready
  • for his entire life he hasn’t heard or encountered someone with a severe allergy and this bb
  • this poor thing was so scared
  • he just started like shaking because he didn’t know what to do
  • MC was breaking out into hives and her face was all itchy and she just looked so uncomfortable 
  • he couldn’t react cuz like ???? what was happening what is this how to life send help
  • so MC is over there scratching at herself and telling Saeran to calm down
  • “It’s okay, it’ll go away in a few hours once I eat some medicine”
  • he didn’t believe her
  • but when it was over he was super relieved
  • “MC please don’t let that happen again, I don’t want to see you suffer”
  • “I’ll try, but sometimes I can’t help it. I’m allergic to egg products and sometimes I eat it by accident.”
    • ^^idk too much about hives and stuff but yea i searched online and came to this conclusion, sorry if i’m wrong

AYY hope that wasn’t too bad? I have hay fever myself and lemme tell u that i wish i had a BF with meds 24/7 

~Cherry L.

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For him

Heavily inspired by the song For Him by Troye Sivan. Anna’s the one who introduced me to this song, so it always makes me think about her. This one’s for you, lovely. @rainteaanddragons 


Gray taps his foot. He pokes his head into the aisle, checks for any sign of progress and glares when his search proves fruitless. Again.

He sighs. Of course the train would choose this day to break down in the middle of nowhere. He should be home by now, back where he belongs. He rubs his temples and lets out a long, slow breath.

If they get this hunk of shit moving soon, he’ll be home in just under two hours. He grumbles some less than gentlemanly words and leans his head back.

His phone lights up. I want you home too, Gray-bae but acting like a princess wont help. Gray snorts. “Up yours, Ashes.” Try to get some sleep. I’ll see you soon.

A smile tugs at Gray’s lips but he rolls his eyes, if only on principle. Gray slides his eyes shut. He’s only listening because he sacrificed precious sleep the night before talking to Natsu until the sun came up.

Gray jolts awake. The voice on the intercom continues to ramble. “We have arrived at Magnolia station. Again, we apologize for any inconvenience.”

He shoves up from his seat so abruptly he gets dizzy. He shakes it off and yanks his bag out from the overhead and shoves his way past other passengers.

He clambers into a taxi, “Hey, I need to get to-”

“Jacob?” the driver asks.

“Uh-” Gray looks out the window to find a man fast approaching, throwing rude gestures in his direction. Oh. He must have called ahead and reserved this cab. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m Jacob. To the Fairy Tail guild hall, please.”

Keep reading

Is hitchhiking dangerous?

No (as long as you are prepared and trust your gut).

The slightly longer answer: 

As a solo female nomad, I have been hitchhiking all over the world for over 4 years now. I have hitched in countries/parts of the world  some might consider dangerous for a solo female traveler, even more so while traveling by thumb (Morocco, East Europe, Central & South America, South East Asia, Australia and New Zealand). If you asked me which country I felt safest in while doing autostop, my answer may come as a surprise to some of you. In Morocco I wasn’t harasssed once in all my 3 months of hitchhiking there, but in my first week in Portugal I had been met with more pervy looks and proposals than I can count on one hand - in a single day.

I am still alive and kicking, but I have had my share of close calls (riding Bolivia’s Death Road with a psychotic coke chewing driver comes to mind), but I obviously made it through those. I took away an important lesson: ALWAYS have dessert first. Life is too short to skip chocolate. And listen to your gut instinct. More often than not, it is right.

Other than that terrifying experience in Bolivia, I haven’t had anything really frightning happen to me. Yes, there has been a large number of drivers who wanted sex but never dared to ask. There has been a fair number of men who (somewhat) politely asked for sex. Then there have been those who suggested sex in a more direct way. And then there were those who didn’t feel the need to waste any words, and basically just went for it (groped me). I can’t say I enjoyed any of those experiences, but they couldn’t deter me from continuing to hitchhike solo as a woman.

As a matter of fact, I am grateful for those incidents - they taught me to stand up for myself and become a stronger and more confident person. I have learnt how to read people in a few seconds. In fact, I can pick the pervs out like a blue m&m in a bowl of brown ones. Nowadays, I rarely ever bump into a perv again. And if I do, it’s because I choose to.

Yes, at times I choose to get into a vehicle with a man who stopped for ‘other’ reasons. Not to give him what he wants, but to get what I want - which is x miles closer to my destination. Some may think I’m stupid for unnecessarily putting myself in a potentially risky situation, however I have learnt so much in the last 4 years about psychology (wanna learn more about human behaviour - go hitchhiking - a crash course in developing your people skills), that I feel confident enough to get in the vehicle with the man. It’s all in the attitude. YOUR attitude. You control everything and depending on the way you act and communicate you can turn an intimidating situation around to a positive and beneficial experience for both.

The driver may go a bit out of his way to drop me off where I want to, as they had no intention to go there in the first place. All they wanted was to get up close and personal with me. Perhaps this is taking advantage and using him as free taxi, but hey, he had already stopped and having him give me a ride, will show the man that not all women wandering the roads solo are prostitutes. Someone’s gotta teach those men, right?

The longer I travel this way, the easier it gets to read people and be more selective and skip those rides who want something more. And as long as you do that, hitchhiking is really a very enjoyable way of moving around.

I started hitching as a way to try something new. Financial reasons were secondary. But once I started, I got hooked immediately and knew then that I would never go back to only taking buses and trains.

Hitchhiking can be exhausting. Sometimes I meet so many different people in one day and talk so much, that by the end of the day I wish I had taken the bus. Thát to me is really the only downside to solo hitching: always having to be 'on’ and being social with the driver. But dangerous? No, it’s not.

Would I recommend hitchhiking to those interested in doing so? Try it (but go prepared), see if you like it. It’s not for everyone. 

For me, however, hitchhiking still beats all other modes of transport. Hands down (or rather, thumbs up),