i already sleep talk

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the 100 au: minty’s always been a thing (even back in season 1)

Bedtime routine: Jaehyun’s version

1. Stretch your body

2. Let yourself fall on the bed comfortably..

3. Let your head adjust to the pillow’s softness

4. And…sweet dreams…

Anon said: Could you draw something of Aka x Ken? They are so cute!

Sure~! They’re between my fave hq ships after all (*・∀-)☆

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So here is the man that could make Destiel posible.

Did he just said: 

  1. Because the fans are so loyal we been able to move to the next thing.
  2. Some things don’t feel right as inherent DNA of the show.

Examples:

  • The show is not really a show about you know Sam and Dean falling in love with a girl. And you know she is in the back seat of the car. You know, is not a romantic comedy.

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I wish you would write a fic where CAPTIVE PRINCE

Damen sleeps deeply and fitfully, which, if you ask Laurent, is an infuriatingly symbolic reflection of an infuriating aspect of Damen’s personality: too trustful for his own good, though by no means so trustful as to be considered naive.

Laurent sleeps neither deeply nor fitfully. Out of the two of them, he’s the one most likely to wake up during Damen’s bouts of tossing and turning. Sometimes he’s already lying awake when the sheets start rustling beside him, a cuffed wrist landing perilously close to his head as Damen forcefully changes position–heaves himself from his back onto his stomach, or from one side onto the other–without waking.

It’s not like Laurent particularly minds, though. He’s always been prone to wakeful nights, and he enjoys the opportunity to observe Damen at leisure. To watch his brow furrow and the corners of his mouth twitch, his fingers curl and uncurl into the sheets; to listen to his chest rumble as he exhales, or to him mumble half-formed words in either of their languages.

Laurent enjoys knowing from experience that Damen’s hand would stop flexing restlessly if he covered it with his own, and that Damen’s brow would smooth out if he stroked his thumb down the center. He enjoys knowing that, were he to respond to Damen’s unconscious murmurings, Damen would sigh in his sleep and (softly, sweetly) mumble Laurent’s name.

Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.7

                                               Part S E V E N

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: 100 notes please, my loves! im so so happy that you love this series and i hope this part gives you a lil somethin to smile about. i promise, calum seems a little better in this part !

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]  

                                                    I M A G I N E

Outside the Bar, 1:05 A.M. 

Wind blew through your hair, making music in your ears as you were stood outside of the Finnish bar. It was dimly lit, with few people waiting outside to enter the bar. Calum was still holding your wrist with a tight grip, feeling it go numb just by his touch. 

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When I Look At You

Word Count: 2024

A/N: This is a song lyric inspired fiction… type thing?? I’m not good with fiction terminology, if that’s even a thing haha oops. It’s based off ‘When I Look At You.’ By Miley Cyrus. Anyways I love this so much actually :D If any of you want to send me requests I would love to take them, and I’d love to know what you think of my writing! Part 4 of Jealousy will be out soon btw! Much love <3

Everybody needs inspiration

Everybody needs a song

A beautiful melody,

For when the nights are long.

'Cause there’s no guarantee

That this life is easy.

    You sat in the diner by yourself, staring down at your laptop. It was midnight, and although you weren’t exactly supposed to be there, you needed to get out of the hell hole that was your house. It had just been constant fighting between your mom and dad. Although they were divorced, they were still forced to live with eachother until your mom got back on her feet. Their constant yelling and screaming at eachother were bad, but not as bad as your depression and anxiety that had been acting up lately. It was bad, and there seemed to be nothing anyone could do about it. So here you sat, trying to write some stupid paper about 'how far would you be willing to go to find the truth’ but nothing was coming to mind except the shit show that was your life. You had no inspiration, no motivation, and honestly you just wanted to cry. Just as you decided it was time to give up, a familiar pair of arms wrapped around your waist. You turned to face Jughead, and he gave you a small smile, and you attempted to return it, but he could tell something was off.

    “What’s wrong?” he lightly questioned, and you leaned into him, enjoying the feeling of peace while it lasted.

     "Nothing anymore.“ you whispered, only wanting him to hear you, not that there was anyone else in the diner. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck.

    "Bullshit. Please tell me what’s up.” he mumbled against your skin. You grabbed one of his hands that held tight on your waist and he rubbed small circles on it.

    “I’m stressed because of my parents, I feel like absolute depressed and anxious garbage, and I don’t know what to write for my damn essay. But none of that matters now, you’re here.” he squeezed you tighter with one arm, he and used the other one to open your laptop.

    “We can deal with everything else later, because I can’t allow that. But first, Let’s see what we’re working with…” he said, opening word. “How far would you be willing to go to find the truth..” You stared at the screen, just looking at the blank page made you want to scream and throw your laptop in a blender. “Write about Jason Blossom and his death.” Jughead suggested, and you perked up, an idea forming in your head. Jughead was on the search for truth, and he so far had gone to great lengths for it.

    “Or even better, I could write about you trying to find the truth about his murder.” you said, quickly typing. Jughead watched as words flew across the digital page. He took in every detail of you in this moment, your fingers as they typed, how you bit your lip in concentration, even how your hair fell down across your face and you didn’t even bother moving it because you were so in the zone. He wondered if this is what you felt like when you watched him write. You turned your head and kissed him.

    “My inspiration.” You mumbled against his lips.

Yeah when my world is falling apart

When there’s no light to break up the dark

That’s when I look at you.

When the waves are flooding the shore

And I can’t find my way home anymore,

That’s when I look at you.

    “I can’t do this anymore Jughead!” you yelled, collapsing onto the ground. It was becoming harder to breathe, and your vision was blacking out. Everything around you was blurry, the tears in your eyes distorting everything you looked at.

    “ Y/N please listen to me, everything is going to be okay!” he said tenderly, trying to not let his worry show. He grabbed your shoulders and he looked you in the eyes, his heart breaking as he saw the tears flow out of them. “Listen, I want you to breathe.”

    “I can’t!” you cried, shaking your head.

    “Yes you can, please Y/N. Just try.” he was doing his best to stay calm, but seeing you like this tore him apart.

    “What’s the point Jughead! I can’t do this anymore, I have no reason to!” you sobbed.

    “Y/N you have me!” he yelled.

    “You could do so much better, you’ll find so much better and you’ll leave and I’ll be completely alone!” you bitterly yelled. Y/N looked at him, and started to cry even harder.

    “Juggie I’m so sorry, please don’t cry!” she sobbed. Jughead hadn’t even noticed that tears were rolling down his face, and Y/N had never really seen him cry before. Sure she saw a tear or two every once in a while, but never this many. Her chest got tight and her heart shattered. Jughead pulled her into his chest, and they held eachother.

    “I could never do better than you.” he whispered, rubbing circles on her back. She held onto him tighter, wanting nothing more to make him stop crying. She could feel his tears fall onto her shoulder. “It’s you who could do so much better, I’m not good enough for you Y/N, I-”

    “Forsythe don’t even say that! I love you more than anything in this world, you make me feel less broken and alone and I don’t know what I’d do without you.” she whispered.

    “You do the same for me.” he said, kissing her forehead. You make me feel whole.“

    "Juggie, I know now that my home isn’t a place, my home is you.” she smiled up at him. He leaned down and kissed her, cupping her face.

    “You’re my home too, Y/N.” he leaned his forehead against hers, and smiled back down at her.

When I look at you,

I see forgiveness,

I see the truth.

You love me for who I am.

Like the stars hold the moon.

Right there where they belong,

And I know I’m not alone.

    “I’m sorry.” Y/N whispered, standing by Jugheads locker at school. He crossed his arms and stared at her.

    “You’re in my way.” he said coldly, although it killed him to talk to her like that. She stepped away from the locker, and he turned his back to her and opened it up. Rummaging through his backpack for his math notebook he did his best to ignore Y/N behind him, no matter how badly he wanted to kiss her and hold her.

    “Juggie can we please talk about this?” she asked.

    “Don’t call me that.” Y/N felt tears stinging in her eyes.

    “Jughead please!” she begged, and Jugheads heart broke at the sound of her voice. He turned around and saw a tear roll down her face.

    “Okay! We can talk if you stop crying.” he said, closing his locker and pulling her into the nearest janitor closet. The door closed behind him and he looked down at her.

    “Jughead I’m sorry! I know that you feel like I’m lying because I have things to hide from you and that I’m distancing myself because you think I’m going to leave you but that’s not the case! Things at home are getting worse and… I was scared to tell you what was going on.” Jughead looked at her worryingly.

    “What do you mean? What’s going on?” he asked, stepping towards her.

    “They… they kicked me out Jughead.” she started to sob, and she wrapped his arms around her. “I’m homeless and I’m alone and maybe I deserve it. Maybe I don’t deserve a home and a family, I’m just a big problem!”

    “No you aren’t.” he whispered, rubbing her back. “And you aren’t alone, you’ll never be alone. Come stay with me.” He said.

    “What?” she asked, looking up at him.

    “Come live with me.” he said again, smiling down at her.

    “Where do you live?” she asked, a bit of excitement present in her voice.

    “Don’t tell anyone, but I live at the Twilight Drive-In.” he whispered, and she stares up at him in shock. He laughed and pulled her towards him again.

    “You wouldn’t want to live with me.” she said. “I dance around too much and sing off key, I eat way too much and I yell at the screen while I watch movies and tv even though they can’t hear me! I sleep all day or I lay in bed and watch YouTube and I talk in my sleep-”  

    “I already know, and I think it’s adorable.” he said, cutting her off. “You’re perfect to me Y/N, and if your parents don’t want you then I’ll sure as hell take you.”

    “Oh Jughead…” Y/N fought back tears, but for a different reason this time. “Are you sure?”

    “Absolutely.” Jughead said, grabbing her hand.

You appear just like a dream to me,

Just like kaleidoscope colours that cover me

All I need, every breath that I breathe

Don’t you know you’re beautiful?

    “I swear Y/N, if you don’t give me back my beanie-”

    “What are you going to do?” Y/N interrupted him, giving a smirk.

    “I’m going to do….” Jughead trailed off, trying to think of a punishment for the (y/h/c) girl standing on the bed smiling down at him. “This.” he said, running towards the girl. He jumped up on the bed and tackled her, pinning her underneath him.

    “Sucks to be you.” she said, grinning ear to ear. Jughead looked around for the beanie, but couldn’t see it anywhere . He looked down at Y/N and she giggled.

    “Where is it?” he asked.

    “That’s on a need to know basis, and I’m sorry, but you don’t need to know.” she said.

    “Actually, I think I do. That’s my beanie.” he playfully argued.

    “Actually, you don’t.” she laughed, trying to mimic his voice.

    “Y/N, please!” He begged. Y/N attempted to sit up, but couldn’t. She fell back down on the bed, and Jughead gave his best puppy dog eyes and stuck out his bottom lip.

    “Is Jughead Jones giving me puppy eyes right now?” Y/N laughed. Jughead rolled his eyes and sighed. He leaned down and fell onto Y/N, now laying on her. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, and she kissed him on the forehead.

    “I think you’ll be okay without it for one day.” she said. Jughead groaned, and it tickled Y/ns neck.

    “I won’t be though! I feel like I look like an idiot without it. Not that I look any better usually.” he said, raising his head so he was looking at her.

    “Um, no.” she quickly sat up, pushing Jughead up too.

    “No what?” he asked, confused by her sudden change in behavior. He sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled Y/N onto his lap.

    “You never look like an idiot. You’re adorable.” Y/N said in a very serious tone.

    “Not exa-” Jughead was cut off by a kiss. He pulled back, and looked up at the girl on his lap. “What was that?” he asked.

    “What I’m not allowed to kiss my boyfriend?” Y/N teased an he chuckled.

    “No, I mean-” again he was cut off with another kiss.  

    “You’re so handsome Jughead.” she mumbled against his lips. He pulled back again and stared at Y/N, and she admired his sweet smile plastered on his face. His hair was messed up, wild and free from his beanie, and the setting suns light shone through the window, lighting the room up beautifully. Y/N felt like she was in a dream, and if it was one she hoped she’d never wake up. He reached up and cupped her face, and she leaned into it.

    “How did I ever get so lucky to have you?” Jughead asked softly.

    “I could ask you the same thing.” she said, leaning down to kiss him again.

    “I love you, Y/N.”

    “And I love you, Forsythe.” she whispered.

10 Things I Hate About You (P.4)

Summary: Things were finally coming your way.

Pairings: Park Jimin/ Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 3.4k

A/N: (Feat. Mino) I love him but hes going to be a very hated character lol ;)

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You were typing away on your laptop filling out your resume. The job you were applying for already seemed interested in you but they still wanted a resume before you were officially hired. They paid good but you still had to work your way to a position you were in.

You were just about finished when you heard a small tick off your window. You were currently staying in your old bedroom at your parents that they insisted you stay.

You looked towards your window confused and made your way over. It was dark so you had trouble seeing outside. You opened the window to get a closer look and you saw Jimin waving in your direction.

You giggled from the whole concept. “What are we in high school?” You question his motives.

“It’s romantic.” He stated.

“You romantic?” You laughed making him pout.

Before you could say a word he was climbing up the tree that was near your house.

“You can use the front door.” You said as he climbed through your window.

“That’s no fun.” He smirked. “Are your parents home?”

“Yes.” You looked at him amused.

“I guess we have to be quiet then.” He leaned in to kiss you but you held your hand up to his chest.

“My parents have pretty good hearing.”

“Well maybe if you-”

“I told you already I’m not moving in with you.” You giggled. “Your roommate wouldn’t be happy about that.”

“He don’t care.”

“That’s not the only thing….its too soon….you annoy me already….I’m Not ready to deal with that everyday.”

He pouted offended. “I don’t love you any-less don’t worry.” You leaned in and pecked his cheek. Those three words came out naturally at this point.

“You could still sleep over.”

“I know and I will once I get a job.” You smiled.

“So….we can’t.” He begged.

“Park Jimin I swear.” You slapped his chest.

He still looked at you with those sweet eyes.

“I swear if my parents hear us, I will kill you.” He grinned and leaned in to kiss you desperately.

He gently placed you onto your bed not removing his lips with yours. “How many guys have you snuck into this room?” He said before making his way down to your neck.

“Just one.” He lifted his head back up to look at you.

“I was a good girl.” You smirked.

“I doubt that.” He snorted.

He leaned down kissing you deeply as he trailed his hand down your stomach until he reached your underwear. He slid his fingers underneath the cotton fabric giving you chills as he explored your folds.

You slightly jumped from the surprise, making you moan against his lips.

“Shh…your parents will hear us.” He smiled deviously.

“You’re an ass.” You hit his chest playfully.

“I’ve been told, thanks.” What was this man doing to you?

You grabbed his collar bringing him back down kissing you. He continued to work his fingers against you below. Your breathing hitched as he entered one finger.

As you tried to rock against his hand your bed was too loud for you to continue.

You were at full alert when you heard your parents door open.

“Fuck hide.” You whispered pushing Jimin off the bed. You jumped up locking your door as Jimin laid on the floor in pain.

“Thanks for that.” He mumbled as he slowly got up. You mouth a simple sorry as you saw him enter your closet.

Just as you thought you heard a knock on your door. You unlocked it and saw your father.

“You still up?” He asked.

“Yeah…I was trying to finish my resume.”

“Why don’t you give that a break…you haven’t stopped since you’ve been home.” He chuckled.

“I will dad….thank you.” He kissed your forehead and went back to his room. You closed the door once again but you didn’t lock it, you rather not have your parents suspicious in the morning.

You saw Jimin peek his head out of the closet, he smiled cutely.

He walked out and grabbed a few pillows and your blankets.

“What are you doing?” You looked at him amused.

“You have a very spacious closet.” He made a set up in your closet on the floor. “Can I sleep over?”

He was already talking off his shoes. “You’re something else you know that.” You pushed him in the closet and shut the door.

Your room was pitch black so you had no source of light in the closet, you used your flash light to plug in a small night light.

“So we really doing this?” You giggled. “Like teenagers.”

He didn’t say anything, but you could dimly see a smile as he leaned in kissing you sweetly.

He guided you to the floor in your previous position before your father interrupted. But this time he pulled your shorts off along with your underwear. You quickly took off your shirt leaving you in your bra.

You unbuttoned each button of his shirt one by one until you could pull it off. Then he laid to his side next to you to take off his pants. He kissed you once more before he told you to face the opposite from him. He kissed your neck as you laid in your spooning position. You felt your eyes slowly drift as he brush his lips over your neck.

You felt him move his hand down until he suddenly lifted your leg a bit so he could push into you. This was a new position for you so you were caught off guard.

You felt him rock against you from behind. The angle was deep that you had to bite your lip from making too much noise.

You slightly turned your head to look at him. He brought his lips down to yours as he continued to thrust deeply into you. The butterflies were erupting quickly into your stomach.

You laid your head back down as he penetrated you. You felt like you were in a daze. He peppered kisses all along your shoulder giving you chills.

You couldn’t help the moans that were leaving your mouth. At this point you didn’t care if the whole neighborhood heard you but you knew that they had some volume control.

“Jimin.” You moaned a little louder. “I’m going to-”

Then you felt your orgasm flood through you making you weak on the floor. Your noises were always his trigger to release himself. He slowed down his pace as you both worked through your climax’s.

He leaned his head against your shoulder as he pulled out. You immediately felt the tiredness overcome you. You knew Jimin did also as he felt heavier on your shoulder.

You slowly turned around facing him. He gave you a weak smile as you cuddled into his chest. You felt warm against him and you still had the butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you drifted off to sleep.

-

You woke up to the dim light in the room. You couldn’t tell what time it was since the room was dark. You remember the events last night. You were still in the closet.

You heard the light snoring from next to you. Jimin. He was still sound asleep. You got up while grabbing your shirt from last night. You opened the door and was blinded by the bright sunlight from your room.

You glanced at the clock over by your bed. It was almost noon already. You quietly opened your lap top so you could finish your resume really quick and finally email it.

You parents made it well known to take your time with finding a job. Which was nice since you didn’t have to worry about money even though you had plenty saved.

You were making a few finishing touches when you felt warm arms wrap around you. Jimin leaned his chin on your shoulder and passionately kissed your cheek.

“Morning.” He whispered.

“More like afternoon.” You saw that it was 12:30.

“(Y/N)?” You heard your mother calling.

“Shoot.” You stood up. You noticed that Jimin was fully dressed and he was making his way towards your window.

“I’ll see you in a few.” He climbed out your window.

“Yes mom?” You called back.

You heard a slight thump outside and you immediately got up to check. You saw Jimin getting off the ground in pain and you noticed his shoe dangling from the tree.

“You okay?” You tried to keep your voice quiet.

“I’m fine.” He jumped to achieve his shoe making you laugh.

“(Y/N).” You heard your door open.

“Yes.” You turned around quickly.

“Who were you talking to?”

“Myself.” You grinned. “I got my resume done.”

“That’s great dear….come I’ve made lunch.”

You quickly got dressed and made your way downstairs. You saw Jimin peek his head through the window of your door. You giggled from how adorable he was. You opened the door smirking at him.

“Hey stranger.”

“Hey…can I come in?” He asked sweetly.

“Maybe.” You bit your lip.

He blushed at your warm smile. You grabbed his collar pulling him inside. You wrapped your arms around his neck bringing him into a deep kiss.

You knew you made the right decision by coming home. You thought you felt happy before but this was a new feeling. You were in love and you couldn’t imagine feeling any happier then you did before.

“Jimin?” You looked up at him. “I love you.”

He looked at you with a loving smile. “I love you more.” He leaned into you kissing your forehead.

He brought your head into his chest giving you a comforting hug.

“(Y/N)-” You heard your mother interrupt. “Oh hello.”

You turned around. “Nice to see you Jimin.” Your mother greeted. “Come eat.”

Your mother turned back towards the kitchen. You shrugged your shoulders and held Jimin’s hand following your mother.

As soon as you entered the kitchen your mother already had the food on the table. Simple ramen always made you happy.

“So what brings you here Jimin?” Your mother brought over some water tea.

“I came to see your daughter.”

She looked surprised. “Oh….its nice that (Y/N) can make friends here.”

“I still have friends here mom….I just haven’t contacted them yet.”

“Do you want to go out later?” Jimin whispered as soon as your mother left you two alone.

You looked over at him and nodded.

-

“So this is your future door….and your future key.” Jimin held up the key to unlock his door.

You arched your eyebrows amused. “Is that so?”

“Yup.” He wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Have you even talked to your roommate about that?”

“Um….no….but he has been talking about moving into a condo with two of our other friends…..so I thought that maybe we could stay here.”

You looked down avoiding his stare.

“Come on, you don’t want to live with your parents for long.” He continued.

“No…I don’t.” You giggled. “I’m just scared.”

“Why?”

“I just feel like we are moving too fast and usually when couples take that big step it doesn’t work out.”

“We aren’t exactly like every other couple….you hated me remember?” He smirked.

“I didn’t hate you….you just irritated me.” You giggled.

“Yeah….and look what happened.”

You smiled. “And if it doesn’t work out, I will help you find your own apartment and we could try again in a few years…..okay?”

“Okay.” You blushed.

“Is that a yes?” He said hopeful.

“Yes Jimin.” His face lit up as he lifted you up in a tight embrace. As soon as he brought you back to your feet he pulled you into a deep kiss.

A million things were going through your head. You were gonna be living with the love of your life, who you only knew for a few mouths. You thought back once again from the first few days you met him.

If someone told you that you would be living with Jimin in a matter of months you would laughed in their face. Faith has a funny way of expressing love.

Before your kiss could get any deeper, Jimin’s front door opened. You both pulled away to be caught by a very entertained Jungkook.

“Hey guys…did we interrupt?” You saw the rest of the guys behind your brother amused.

You loved the company that your brothers friends kept. They were all so kind and entertaining that there was never a dull moment.

You felt caught up in the moment that you didn’t realize your phone was ringing. When you finally noticed it, you stepped outside the apartment to get a better hearing.

“Hello?”

“Ms. Jeon?” You heard a woman’s voice.

“Yes?”

“This is Mrs. Song….from CeCi magazine….are you available for an interview? Possibly tomorrow morning?”

You had to try to control your excitement. “Yes of course.”

“Great…Ill see you at 10.”

“Thank you.” Then you both hung up.

When you finally put your phone away you couldn’t hold back your excitement. You let an exciting squeal.

“Are you okay?” The apartment door swung open. Jimin looked at you concerned as the other boys looked over his shoulder shook.

“I got an interview tomorrow.”

Jimin’s face lit up. “Thats great.” He wrapped his arms around you, embracing you into a tight hug.

-

You stared ahead at the woman who was interviewing you. She was writing down the last information that you have given her. You waited patently while chewing on your bottom lip.

Yes, you were nervous.

Suddenly she looked up with a bright face thinking. You were confused by the way she was looking at you like you were some math question.

“Okay Ms. Jeon.” She started. “I think you got yourself a job.” She stood up holding her hand out.

You stood up yourself shaking her hand she offered. You couldn’t help but smile feeling excited.

“Really?”

“Of course dear…very impressive.” This lady was a big deal.

The people at your last job were all fairly young. This lady was older and more professional.

“Can you start Friday perhaps?”

You were taken back, that was only two days away. “Of course.”

“Very well.”

You both alerted towards the door opening suddenly.

“Minah blocked us again.” The man rolled his eyes while entering uninvited. “She quoted that we photo-shopped her picture.”

He walked up closer to the desk. “Maybe if she took care of her skin we wouldn’t have to-

“Min-ho please.” Mrs. Song interrupted. “I’m in an interview.”

“That’s okay.” You smiled.

“I’m sorry dear…this is my son Min-ho.”

“I go by Mino.” He corrected causing his mother to roll her eyes.

“He’s my vice president of the company.” Great, family business.

“Nice to meet you.” You held out your hand. He gave you a hard look that you couldn’t figure out but he took your hand accepting your handshake.

“Ms. Jeon will be starting with us Friday so I expect you to train her well….not that you need it ” She laughed.

“Son please show her out.” His mother sat back down finishing up paper work.

As soon as you left the office he guided you towards the elevator.

“Thank you for showing me.”

“No problem.” He slid his hand down your back as he motioned you towards the door. At first you took it as a friendly gesture until he slid down farther gliding over your bottom.

You jumped from the feeling moving away from his presence. You had anger immediately but you were also masked by confusion. Did he do that on purpose?

You glanced at him and pursed your lips while waiting for the elevator.

“Sorry…did you need anything else?” You asked by the fact that he was still waiting with you.

“Just thinking why my mother liked you so much.”

You arched your eyebrows confused. You were mostly offended but you tried not to show it.

“Its just that my mother had ten interviews in one week and they all seemed impressive….just trying to figure out why you were any different.” You can tell by his tone that he didn’t mean it in any offensive way, just generally confused. But that didn’t stop you from being annoyed.

He started walking away while he gave you a look of thirst.

You wished he would bite a hole through that lip.

You did hate the fact that he was attractive but his personality was ugly.

The only thing was you thought about Jimin as you rode the elevator down. He taught you to not jump to conclusions. Don’t judge so easily.

Maybe ignore those feelings you have, at least for the sake of your new job.

-

You got home later that day crashing on the couch. Your parents weren’t home which was refreshing.

But thinking as you looked at the clock it was only noon. Your interview wasn’t that long.

You pulled out your phone deciding to text Jimin.

->To Chimchim: 12:18pm
I’m home :)….alone ;)

You giggled from his nickname that Jungkook told you.

It didn’t take him long to answer.

->From Chimchim: 12:19pm
Noted.

You looked at your phone confused. And you only waited around for twenty minutes until you heard a knock on the door.

You got up and as soon as you saw your boyfriend through the window you couldn’t help but blush.

“Hey…how did it go?” He grabbed your hands.

You had the biggest grin on your face. “I got it.”

“I knew you would.” He grabbed your face bringing his lips to yours.

“You got a job so…” He led on.

“What?” You knew it was coming.

“You gonna sleep over my place tonight?” He asked sweetly.

“I guess that was the deal.” You teased. “But let’s chill here for a few.” You grabbed his hand leading him to the couch.

You grabbed the remote searching through Netflix.

For the past few hours you breezed through episodes of The Big Bang Theory. You were glad that Jimin found the show funny even though he had to read subtitles.

“You hungry?” You started getting up.

“You offering?” He smiled. He clearly remembered your cooking from before.

That memory flashed through your head. Back when you were unsure of your feelings for Jimin. It felt so long ago now.

“Sure.” You made your way towards the kitchen with Jimin following close behind.

You opened the freezer to try to satisfy your taste buds. You grabbed the pizza bagels from the freezer and you laughed from Jimin’s confused face.

“I like these.” You stated.

“I like your cooking.” He pouted while leaning on the counter.

“I’m tired.” You whined but giggled. “You’ll get plenty of my cooking in the future.”

You threw the pizza on the tray and placed them in the oven. You leaned on the counter behind you as you were admiring Jimin’s beautiful smile, right in front of you.

He leaned into you slowly locking you in place. You felt butterflies from him being so close.

“Did I tell you how beautiful you looked.” He whispered.

You didn’t say a word, you just closed your eyes taking in his warm breath that was only millimeters away.

You felt his lips brush over your own very slow and sensual. You would never imagine someone making you feel this way, you describe it but every kiss felt different, but in a good way.

He deepened the kiss as you pulled his hips closer to yours. You opened your mouth once you felt his tongue moisture your bottom lip. You moved your hands up to wrap around his neck, you couldn’t help but play with the hairs on the back of his neck.

Jimin slightly pulled away to get a breather. You felt the thirst trigger through you that had you pulling on his belt buckle.

“Control yourself.” Jimin giggled.

“Sorry.” You bit your lip.

“It’s not a good idea here.” Jimin looked around the room.

“Why you scared?” You mocked.

“No.” He fought playfully. “What if someone comes in?”

“Who would come in? My parents are at work.” You asked.

“You never know.”

Your hormones were battling against you. “It’s fine.”

You grabbed the collar of his crew-neck, immediately bringing him into a deep kiss. He worked against your lips in sync.

You slid your hand down into the waist line of his pants as you felt him touch up your stomach. You could feel him becoming harder as he was leaning against you. You rub around the area of his member giving him chills.

“Whoa hello.” A voice snapped you out of Jimin’s embrace. You turned around to your confused mother and a smirking Jungkook behind.

“Um…hi mom.”

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blue and gansey not being able to kiss is a narratively unsatisfying choice because the curse storyline has no tangible endgame and therefore loses its whole purpose. for me, the storyline was always about either gansey dying for good thanks to blue’s kiss or blue and gansey breaking the curse by fulfilling it. that seemed to be the only two rational outcomes and neither happens and that makes blue’s curse quite pointless, to be fair. all that build up in four books leads to literally nowhere because nothing changes, not the fact that they can’t kiss, not the fact that they still desperately desperately want to. gansey dies, he comes back, and nothing changes, and that just falls flat in my opinion. it makes their storyline feel really unfinished and incomplete, thus i am electing to ignore this for the rest of my life.